Here we have it, chapter one of the new story ^^ I don't plan on it being very long though

FOR THE GOOD OF HAMANITY: FRESH MEAT DELIVERY

Chapter One: On the Road

May gulped loudly from where she stood outside her local Processing Centre. The thirteen year old was naked, not a stitch of clothing to hide her still growing body. Suddenly a pair of warm hands moved to cover her barely budding chest, teasing her small nipples in their soft hands. “Nervous darling?” said the familiar voice of her mother from behind May. May fidgeted under he mother's touch, unable to stop her because of the rope binding her arms behind her back. It wasn't like anyone would do anything however.

“Not nervous,” May corrected her, “Pissed, my tag only went blue a week ago It's not fair.”

“It's life,” her mother shrugged her shoulders, continuing her fondling, “Guess there's a demand for younger Meat these days, I heard three other girls at your school went Red, is that true?”

“Yeah it is,” May sighed and turned around, trying to loosen the ropes, “Can you untie me now?”

“You heard your father,” she was reminded, “You kept trying to cover yourself, it's your own fault for being so stupidly modest all your life.” May's mother was naked like any other female in their house and she was lucky enough to live past thirty.

The girl watched as her mother got down in front of her bound and naked daughter. “Goodbye darling,” she said before pecking her lightly on the lips.

May watched her go, almost stunned at her mother's casualness towards her daughter's impending demise though May wasn't the only one in her family whose number had come up. May was one of twelve sisters and before she had even turned nine, five of them had been Slaughtered. It dawned on her right there that she wasn't even a tragic victim, just another Meat Girl.

With a heavy sigh the naked and bound teenager turned around and headed for the door. “Hold up,” said a guard, “I can't let you keep that rope Meat.” The way he said ‘Meat’ was with the same familiarity as calling a woman ‘Miss’. He indicated to the rope on her arms. May wasn't going to complain though she still asked why. “Meat Girls in the past have used bondage tools to kill themselves without notice, this is a big building with lots of places to hide and we don't always find the Meat before it spoils.”

May was then untied, he was incredibly gentle and even rubbed the girl's arms to make sure the blood was flowing though his hand did rest on her exposed stomach when he does. “Thank you,” May muttered nervously and the man nodded with a wink. She was then let inside. The first thing May smelled was chlorine from a large pool down the stairs. Then came the unmistakable musk of arousal that she had been surrounded by all her short life.

“Hey cutie,” said a voice, pulling May back to the present. She looked over at the reception desk and saw a naked worker sitting at it.

“H-hey,” May said nervously, “My tag went red.”

“I can see that,” the woman flashed May a friendly smile, “Come here, I don't bite.” May approached the woman and the first thing she did was ask her name and ID.

“What's my grade?” May asked curiously afterwards and the woman laughed.

“Honey I’m just here to log you into the system but we don't grade children,” she was told, “Though you're very pretty, I bet some lucky Butcher will enjoy your last moments.” May smiled nervously at the pretty receptionist. Though her stomach was doing back flips she had to admit that there was a measure of anticipation to get it done, perhaps even excitement.

Just then a beep came from the computer and the Receptionist turned her attention back to the screen. “Looks like you've been drafted for a Fresh Meat delivery,” she told the teenager, “The main shipment already left but we still have a driver available.”

“What does that mean?” May asked, her voice shaking slightly, “Why can't I stay here?”

“Have you ever seen the Meat Girls on display at the Supermarket?” May nodded to the question, “You're going to be one of them, there's a demand for young meat.” May went pale and the receptionist noticed. “Yep,” she said simply, “You'll be snuffed privately, it can be as painless or agonising as your Buyer decides.”

“I thought I had a choice on how I was Snuffed?”

“Not when you're drafted as Fresh Meat,” the Receptionist offered an encouraging smile, “Don't focus on the bad, when you're bought to be snuffed privately there's a good chance the Buyer will keep you alive so you stay fresh.” The Receptionist leaned over her desk and pinched one of the naked girl's nipples. “You're Meat, an animal, and your body is made to please humans which doesn't always mean just eating.”

“Okay stop teasing the poor thing,” a new voice caused May to nearly jump out of her skin. Rosy in the cheeks, she turned to meet the man who had approached them. “You the late Delivery then?” May nodded, stating that she supposed so, and the Delivery Man offered a hand which she took. “Just you and me on this run kiddo,” he told her, “We'll be driving into the night so I wont put you in the back, you can sit up front with me.”

May nodded her understanding and with one last nervous look at the receptionist, who simply waved with a pleasant smile, she was escorted back outside. The Driver led May over to a small white can with the Processing Centres logo on it. The back would house five or six Meat Girls easily with room to stretch though May imagined it wasn't uncommon for them to be crammed inside.

The Driver opened the door to the passenger seat and stepped aside for her. May started to climb in and suddenly a strong hand touched her exposed bottom, pushing her in gently. May squeaked in surprise, blushing profusely, as she climbed onto the soft leather seat. She sat with her hands nervously covering her hairless snatch, even if she could grow hair down their her father would have had her shave it.

“Comfy?” the Driver asked and May nodded, a nervous smile on her face, “You’re a cute one, you need to smile more.” The Driver moved around the front so he could climb into the drivers seat.

“Well off we go,” the engine was started and they were off. “The drive will take us into the night but I have a space for sleeping in the back, you can join me there.”

“Do you make these trips a lot?” asked the curious Meat Girl.

“Sure do,” he replied cheerfully, “I usually get a good load of Meat in the back of my van, nothing like the rigs that can hold dozens of Meat Girls though.”

“Then why am I being taken alone, wouldn't it have made sense to wait for more Meat Girls to arrive?”

“Kid Meat is popular right now, no doubt,” he stated, “But we can’t snuff every little girl in the local area and we’ve met our contribution quota with you, you just came in later than we thought.”

“Sorry,” May said instinctively and earned an amused smile.

“Hey, I wouldn’t swap having you all to myself for anything,” he reached over and planted a hand on her small shoulder, “Pretty little thing like yourself, how could I resist?” May was used to being touched and didn’t even flinch, instead smiling. He smiled back and although May knew his intentions now, she felt more relaxed for knowing.

Late in the afternoon they found a rest stop so that the Driver could close his eyes for half an hour. They had spent the morning and afternoon chatting, listening to the radio or playing driving games which left May feeling more and more relaxed around him.

“There’s a gas station down the road,” he pointed toward it, “I’m sure I can trust you to grab us some dinner without running?”

May nodded. “I promise,” she put a hand on her flat chest, over her heart, and then was handed some cash. The naked Meat Girl slid out of the cabin and landed on her bare feet which were tickled pleasantly by the grass on the side of the road. As she walked along the highway more than a few cars honked at her. The attention combined with her sense of modesty caused her to feel embarrassed but despite that, she couldn’t suppress a smile.

A car even slowed down long enough for someone to poke their head out of the window, an older woman, who yelled something then sped away cheering. May didn't pick up what was said but the woman's smile had been undeniable, perhaps she had liked what she saw? Filled with confidence, May straightened her posture and walked with a more assured stride.

When she walked into the Gas Station the teller looked at her curiously. May's newfound confidence quickly faded and she nervously scoured the aisles for food and drink that would count as dinner. She dropped her shopping basket on the counter but the man behind it didn't scan anything.

“You're Red,” he stated bluntly, “What are you doing all the way out here alone Meat?”

“I'm being delivered,” May told him, suddenly fearful, “I was told by the delivery driver to buy some food?”

“Load of piss,” he spat back, “Fresh Meat trucks come though here all the time, not once have I seen one of you be let out.” He moved around the counter and took a hold of May by her hair, “Maybe I'll slaughter you myself, seeing as you're on the run.”

“No please I'm telling the truth where else would I get money!”

“Stole it I bet.”

May cried out as she was dragged into the back room. It was filled with boxes of snacks, soda and other such confectionery. “Stand still,” the man demanded and May, too afraid to protest, did as she was told. The man picked up some of the plastic bindings used to keep cardboard boxes secured and tied her hands with it.

“Please I really am Fresh Meat,” May said again. A hard slap caught her by surprise and the thirteen year old tumbled to the floor with a cry if pain.

“Another word and I'll break your fingers,” he barked, “Shut the fuck up and stand still!” May was pulled back to her feet where she sobbed lightly, blood trickling down her lip. He stood back now, leering at the sobbing Meat Girl with a lustful look in eyes. “You're a pretty piece of Cunt,” he told her, “Maybe I'll tenderise you a little before you go?”

May just shook her head which was ignored. Next her captor had her stand on a small stool while he tossed some rope around thick pipe which he tied into a noose. When he was done he started to fondle her young body, squeezing her perky little butt cheeks or pinching her small nipples painfully.

His hand went between her legs and May cried out when she realised she was wet. “You like this Meat?” the man said with a cruel laugh, “Maybe you want my dick in your meaty little cunt after all huh?”

The man stood back and undid his trousers, letting them fall to the ground. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock already stood hard and proud in front of him. Gray hairs mixed with the black, showing his age, and his sunken eyes looked at May with a terrifying expression. “I always get runaways here,” he told her, “I take pride in disposing of you trash as a proud citizen,” he approached May and took her butt in his hands so that he could lift her, “At least with me your family won't die if you become Black.”

The stool was kicked away and May was dropped. The drop itself was short, not enough to break her neck, so she hung there choking for breath as the man watched with a sadistic smile. “Oh you're a fine little girl,” he said, “Thank god I can fuck little Meat Girls or I might start doing this to free ones, you're saving lives Meat!”

May wasn't in a position to feel pride, what with her being hung to death and all. She started to kick as the pain in her lungs caused her brain to seek relief but there was none. Suddenly she took a sharp breath as the man lifted her only for it to be taken away as he entered her with his cock. Pleasure erupted through her virgin body tainted only by slight pain.

He began to thrust into her quickly and no sooner than he started, he shot a load of semen into her young womb. “Fuck, was hoping that would last longer,” he dropped May unceremoniously, “Ah well, at least you won't get pregnant eh?”

May was soon kicking again all the while her captor watched as he stroked his cock back to erection. May's vision started to go black and she lost consciousness...