by Shih Hu
JANUARY 2006
DISCLAIMER
Shih Hu requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further. This is total fiction, no characters in this story are real people, pictures and links are used for illustrative purposes only and in no way correspond to real events.
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PROLOGUE
I don’t really know how to start writing this; you see this has been an on going predicament now for several years. I started this story about two months in to my ‘ordeal’ or that is at least how I felt about it then, but things have changed, I have changed into something I thought could not possibly exist. Personality wise I have become an unrecognisable vision of my former self, but I like the new me more than the old one. I feel fulfilled, purpose driven and happy. Forgive me if it seems a little brief for three years work but I would like to be able to tell more stories within the story at a later date. So I have come back to these notes which I have been writing for the past few years or so to begin!
CHAPTER 1
As my subconsciousness slumber started to fade away I started to become more aware of my surroundings. Like a bear waking from hibernation I thought to myself, oh God thinking that really hurts, I bet bears don’t get hangovers like this though. My head was pounding, the worst head ache I think I have ever experienced in fact I ached all over. What the hell was I up to last night? I tried opening my eyes but the brightness of my surroundings forced me to close them again. Who the hell has the lights up so bright after such a heavy night I thought to myself.
I must have drifted off because when I started to wake again I had to go through the same pain as before. It felt like I had only drifted off for minutes but really it could have been hours I had to find out the time. I felt for my watch, it wasn’t there, which wasn’t unusual as I take it off before I go to bed. As my hand moved down my body I realised I was completely naked, all my jewellery had gone as well. What the fuck happened last night? As my eyes adjusted to their surroundings I realised I was under the covers of what felt like a bed. Silk sheets and covers well I could have picked a worse place to wake up I suppose. I decided to just lie there for a while to see if I could hear any thing or wait till someone came in to the room then I would talk to them from under the covers.
I woke up with a slight jump; I was sweating heavily as well as shivering, when the first wave of nausea swept over me I knew I had to find a toilet. I put my left arm out and felt for the edge of the bed, nothing but soft mattress, I did the same with my right arm but found nothing other than some cushions more mattress and covers, how big is this damn bed? I struggled with the covers for a little while longer till I managed to free my head. I looked around the room for any indication of a bathroom.
What a vast room, I was in a bed which had to be 15ft by 15ft, covered in white silk sheets and a large number of white silk cushions. The bed was in what appeared to be the bottom right hand corner of the room there was a table protruding from the wall with some bench seats around it to my right and about 20ft away in the opposite wall were 3 doors. The whole room and every thing in it seemed to be white. All the doors were closed but above each door was a small light. The light above the door on the left hand side was illuminated green whilst the other two were illuminated red. It’s got to be the green one then I thought. I shuffled to the end of the bed and tried to wrap the sheets around me.
They were too big, fuck it! I was going to have to risk going in to an unknown room in someone else’s house buck naked to puke in their bathroom because I had drunk too much the night before. With the nauseas feeling getting ever worse I half crouched and shuffled my way over to the door. To my relief as I tried the handle and gently pushed the door peacefully gave way.
I breathed an audible sigh of relief when I realised there was nobody else in the room. As I entered I glimpsed a couple of basins to my left set on the same wall as the door. The toilet was on the left hand wall with a bday to the right of it. I headed straight for the toilet, knelt in front of it and puked almost instantly. My eyes were watering heavily as I emptied the excesses of last night in to the pan; I was aching all over as I continued retching. I starred to feel better and knew the next priority was water. I pulled down on the toilet handle and gave myself a lift up at the same time; I wandered over to the sink where there were 2 plastic cups. I filled one with water from the polished chrome tap, as I gulped it down I turned round and looked round the bathroom.
The toilet was just finishing its flush to my left; the door I had come in was behind me. In front of me past the toilet and bday was what looked like a giant bath on the left and a huge shower room on the right and down the right hand wall was a number of luxurious looking white towels hanging on pipes about 5ft off the floor. I wandered over and touched the pipes; they were warm but not too hot. I ran my hand along the towels, they felt fantastic. I looked in to the shower room; it was huge with four large shower heads close together set in the ceiling and what appeared to be detachable heads protruding from the white tiled walls. I moved over to the bath, it looked like one of those baths that footballers get into after a match except it was gleaming white and there didn’t appear to be a sharp edge on it. The whole thing was covered in what appeared to be a fake leather type material with foam underneath so it remained water proof but still soft. In fact there wasn’t a sharp or hard edge on any thing in here, upon closer inspection the tiles in the shower room were made of the same stuff as were the walls and even the floor. Someone’s really put some thought time and money in to this I thought.
Fuck! I am still nude, better go find my clothes and try to find someone who can help me piece together the events of last night. I padded out in to the room where the bed was noticing that that too was floor to ceiling covered in similar material to the bathroom except the walls and carpet in here were less like leather and more like very soft suede. Even the edges of the bed and the table and benches were covered in this strange material. This is very comfortable, I thought, wouldn’t mind staying here a bit longer! I begun looking for my clothing, I scanned the room and couldn’t see any variation in colour other than white. The whole room was very open plan so it was pretty easy to see that my clothes were not there unless someone had put them in a wardrobe or something. I looked for anything that might resemble a clothing type storage facility. First I tried the 2 doors, which still had their red lights glowing patiently above, hoping these were some kind of elaborate walk in wardrobe. There was no way I was getting in to these rooms in a hurry I thought.
Then it dawned on me, there wasn’t a window in the place, definitely not on in the bathroom and as far as I could see not on in here. However there was what looked like a window shaped hole near the table but it was set back in to the wall and felt very solid with no discernable way of opening it. I looked to my right and the whole of wall that the bed was next seemed to have an outline like a huge roller blind. I got on to the bed and begun trying to push what I thought was a blind in all directions with no success. I turned round whilst still standing on the bed and leant back on the wall. On the wall to my left was another of those openings it was about 10ft wide and 7ft tall covering almost the entire wall I walked over to it to try and open it but couldn’t. I glanced to my left and in the corner of the room noticed a door shaped indentation in the wall. I walked over to it but couldn’t find any handle I pushed it as hard as I could in all corners and sides I even tried a sort of run at it; it must be secured from the other side I thought. FUCK!
What the fuck is going on? What the fuck am I doing here? I mean how the fuck did I get here? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I really was starting to get scared now I could feel wave after wave of adrenaline coursing through me dispelling any feelings of nausea and hangovers in an instant.
I sat back on the edge of the bed sort of curled up and put my head in my hands. So many questions and no one able to answer them. So many emotions; fear, apprehension, anxiety, embarrassment, anger, despair and many more all at the same time. Far too many to describe unless you have been in that position where you are slowly realising someone else may be in control and you are being held against you’re will. I started to cry.
I don’t know how long I had been in that position, intermittently shouting, screaming, banging on and swearing at the walls as well as sobbing uncontrollably, but I figured it was hours. No one came, no one answered but somehow I felt I was being watched!
I slithered between the sheets, put my head on one of the soft cushions and drifted in to unconsciousness.
CHAPTER 2
Once again I awoke under the sheets I felt a lot better than earlier. In fact how much earlier was earlier? The lights were still blazing. What happened last night?
I lay there and thought. I remember leaving the supermarket where I worked and saying good bye to everyone. I remember getting back to my small flat, having something to eat and getting changed for work. I had not put on anything special, just jeans, and a red top which revealed a little cleavage, a pair of heels my favourite perfume and slung a jacket on. You see it was only a Wednesday night at the bar nothing special, start at 6pm finish at 12am pick up the nights wages and tips in cash. Go home; get up at 7am work by 8am. It was all beginning to come back to me.
Nothing odd at the bar just the usual regulars buying me drinks, I remember having a few but I thought the place had pretty much cleared out by 9pm. The young woman, yes the young woman I remember she came in about 9pm. Yes, sat at the bar and started talking to me I had never seen her before. What was her name again?? JESS. Yes it was all coming back. I couldn’t quite remember what she was wearing but she had wonderful back hair and the most piercing green eyes, flawless olive brown skin, she was about 6ft tall. I remember sneaking glances at the serious amount of cleavage on show. I was instantly attracted to her.
I had been with a girl before and really quite enjoyed it but I had a boyfriend at the time and it was mostly for his benefit. PIG I thought. When a certain modelling contract had fallen through about a year ago he had fucked off and left me. Turns out he was shagging someone else all along. I subsequently found out that if I had got the contract he would have dumped her and lived with me, Wanker!
That’s when I got the job in the bar to help with the bills, I was 18 and alone. My parents had passed on in a car accident when I was 15. I was an only child and had no close family. I lived with a distant aunt in the middle of nowhere for two years till I got the job in the supermarket in town. Things were looking up for a bit, I met the PIG, got approached by the modelling agency and we moved into the flat together till it all went tits up.
I am still only 19 and the last five years had certainly been pretty tough for me, I mused, and now all this shit happening, what ever it was! A certain sense or rationality had started creeping over me. Thinking about the past had stopped me crying, if I could get through that then I was sure I could get through any thing.
I figured that if I was captive, which I was pretty sure I was, then who ever was holding me certainly didn’t want me dead just yet otherwise that would have happened by now. I hadn’t been beaten up. And I certainly didn’t feel as if I had been violated. All I knew was that I had no clothes and I was locked in a large room with no windows or obvious means of escape.
Then I heard it; 2 electronic beeps and a sort of sliding noise. I dragged my head from under the covers and looked around. The wall by the table had opened; I knew there was a hatch there. I leapt out of bed and half jogged over to the table. Inside the opening was a tray. Before I even looked at the tray I stuck my hand in the opening and felt around. It was about 3ftx3ftx3ft. It was all metal inside and certainly didn’t have any handles or means of opening, to perfectly honest I didn’t know why I thought it would.
I looked at the tray and pulled it out. In the corner was a plastic set of cutlery as well as a bowl which contained a very unappetising looking warm grey/brown substance, next to it was a plate with 2 slices of toast and a poached egg on top. And to drink it looked like there was a glass of milk and a mug of herbal tea. I hadn’t thought about it up till now but I suddenly felt very hungry. Something inside me said don’t it might be poisoned but I remembered watching some survival programme about the SAS and the guy in it reckoned that if you were taken captive and offered food it was always best to take it as you don’t know when you might get a chance to eat next. Fuck it they hadn’t hurt me yet better eat. The brown stuff tasted like a wheaty porridge mix and wasn’t bad at all. I wolfed it down with gulps of what was definitely milk and then ate the poached egg on toast. I began sipping on the herbal tea looking drink which was very pleasant and tasted of black current.
We were talking and flirting I remember that now. That’s right the bar was dead and I am sure we started on the tequila at some point. We were chatting and drinking as if we were old friends when I really had only known Jess 3 hours. I remember Jess blowing smoke at me very seductively and I thought I just want to rip your clothes off and get you in bed. I remember locking the bar up. Rain, that’s right it was pissing down and when Jess had offered me a lift a mile to my flat I thought this is my chance, I have to have her. I mean she had been flirting and giving me the come on all night but refusing any of my advances. We ran to her car through the rain, a big luxury saloon of some sort loads of leather inside. We were still laughing and flirting my nipples were probably standing out like little bullets from the wind and rain and I could feel the wetness in my crotch. Smell! That’s right there was a funny nutty/almondy smell that was getting stronger definitely getting stronger. I remember looking at Jess and laughing because she had this funny thing in her mouth. It looked a little like she was trying to breathe through a small black plug backwards and coming from the 2 pins was what looked like 2 wires going up her nose. She didn’t laugh just looked at me. Those lovely green eyes…..DARKNESS!
I put down my plastic mug if what I had remembered was true I really had been abducted. Was it some elaborate TV stunt, a practical joke, medical research, some unknown weird part of the government which was deniable, or aliens? Aliens, fucking hell, for fuck’s sake get a grip aliens wouldn’t make you breakfast give you cutlery and serve herbal tea. No I had to be realistic I was here against my will but there was absolutely fuck all I could do about it at the moment. I decided from then to ride it out and see what happened.
CHAPTER 3
No point trying to break out of here with a plastic knife and fork I thought so I roughly shoved the tray and its contents back in to the hatch. No sooner had the tray hit the back of the hatch there were 3 beeps and it closed with a hiss. Alone again, not that the tray was much company anyway; I became aware of my nakedness. Someone has to be watching me so they would have seen everything by now I thought so what does it matter? In fact Jess or the person or persons watching probably undressed me anyway. It occurred to me that even though I was nude I had not once been remotely cold; the ambient temperature was just perfect. Sitting with my head in my hands I decided to go and have a shower.
After I had answered the call of nature I headed towards the shower. The door to the large shower room opened with a satisfying clunk. The shower was on the back wall in the middle of the wall was a large knob which I assumed was the on/off and temperature control. About 6 inches either side of that were 2 small taps with buttons on, I pushed the one on the right and it squirted a really nice smelling soap type substance in the palm of my hand. I begun to turn the large knob to the right and warm water instantly cascaded out of the 4 very large shower heads above me, the further to the right I turned the knob the hotter it got. About 1ft to the side of each soap tap was two shower heads which came out from the wall about 6ft on shower cable. I pulled the left one and as it go about a foot from the wall it sprung in to life squirting my abdomen with high pressure jets of water.
I am not entirely sure what came over me but I suddenly felt extremely aroused. I started to move the shower head all over my body enjoying the sensation as the water pushed hard against my soft skin. My breasts became more sensitive to the touch and I could feel my nipples steadily hardening. I had covered myself in a slimy lather of the soap and was standing outside main shower, with the shower head in my left hand whilst caressing myself with my right. I started to ease my legs apart till I was practically about to do the splits or slip over. I continued to caress myself with my free hand whilst using the shower head very carefully, I didn’t want to climax too soon and I had got to the stage that I needed a full blown orgasm so I was careful not to go too near my throbbing pussy too soon.
I pointed the shower head down at my right foot and begun to bring it up slowly, I could see and feel the muscles in my right calf rippling under the pressure of the water. I moved the head slowly up my right thigh, (I am 6’ 2” and like to consider myself as having rather longer than average legs) to give the same effect and sensations. A small climax shuddered its way through me as I saw my thigh muscle ripple with the water and imagined myself standing there spread wide. I let my free hand start to explore to outer regions of my sex. Even after being in the shower I could tell I was seriously wet between my lips. My index finger brushed my clit slightly and I rocked forwards as another wave of pleasure ran through me. That was it I had to cum!
I moved back to the wall and crouched down under where the left hand shower head came out. I parted my legs as wide as they would go and allowed my right hand to work hard at my vagina and clit. A ferocious orgasm ripped through my whole body which left me screaming and jetting warm pussy juice on to my hand and shower floor. As it did I directed the water on to my crotch area, as best I could, to prolong and heighten the sensation. I have no idea how long I was going like that for but it seemed like ages. I collapsed down on to the floor panting and sweating I let go of the showerhead and it shot back in to the wall like some sort of tentacle.
Once I had recovered slightly I started to feel embarrassed about what I’d done. Well if you were embarrassed about being naked before there is fuck all point now they’ve seen it all you couldn’t have shown them any more if you tried I thought to myself. I finished showering, got out and got dry with one of the large towels on the rail.
I didn’t bother wrapping a towel round me I just put it on the rail and walked out in to the bed area nude. As I approached the table the hatch opened revealing another tray full of food and drink. This time it was a vegetable lentil type affair in the bowl with wheat biscuits to the side a glass of juice and a glass of water. I sat down and ate. After a sleep on the bed I was woken by the hatch beeping again. More food! This meal was pretty much the same as the last except there was a portion of fruit salad.
Time passed like this; the lights had started turning themselves slowly up and down at what I presumed to be the beginning and end of each day. I tried to count it but I reckoned there was about 12 hours between lights on and off with 3 meals between that period, (Speaking of periods; when it was that time of the month I had left a stain on the bed, whilst in the shower a red light came on above the door on the inside, which I found out locked it. After it had gone off I walked out to find the bed area made with crisp new sheets and covers. The hatch had delivered me special pants to wear. These really did feel funny as I had been naked for so long). Its funny each meal was enough, not too much so I was full but enough so I wasn’t hungry. I spent the light periods going between the bath and shower doing the odd press up and sit up and pleasuring myself senseless. I had no idea how long I had been there I sometimes thought about the flat, my job etc but to be quite honest I probably didn’t care anymore. I was just so unbelievably horny all the time!
“WELCOME CLAUDIA!” What the fuck was that? “Welcome Claudia” the metallic voice from nowhere repeated.
“I understand that, so far, you have been one of the best behaved girls we have ever had the pleasure of processing through this establishment. You have started to settle in well, please feel free to use any of the facilities available to you at the moment and make yourself at home. As you progress training will begin and more privileges will become available. Until then I bid you farewell!”
My head was spinning, partly at the shock of hearing another voice as well as trying to comprehend what was going on, (Processing, establishment, training), where the fuck was I and what the fuck was going to happen to me? I tried to talk back to the voice but there was no reply. I drifted off to sleep with those words running through my head.
CHAPTER 4
The lights came on and instantly woke me from my slumber. I opened my eyes to see two figures standing next to each other near the door area. I shot to the end of the bed and tried to bury myself in the wall, I let out a faint whimper as I stammered pppplease don’t hurt me.
They were dressed head to toe in black. On their feet they wore black canvas combat boots. They were wearing black overalls, the hoods of which were pulled up covering the back of their heads. Their heads were covered by what looked like a cross between a gimp mask and a gas mask with black lenses. Out of their mouths protruded a backwards plug with two wires going in to the nasal area. It hit me like a hammer blow where had I seen something looking like that before; Jess! They both had utility belts around their waists with various pouches. They were wearing thin black gloves and the figure on the left was carrying what looked like 2ft electric cattle prod crossed with a police baton, it had a whip in the belt. The figure on the right was carrying its whip and it had a baton in the belt. The outfit made it impossible to tell whether they were male or female and when they spoke that certainly didn’t help either.
They ripped off the covers to reveal me in all my glory; I tried to muster a faint smile.
“Hurt you?” One of them begun to say in a heavily disguised raspy electric voice.
“That is entirely dependant on your behaviour.” The one on the right swiped its whip through the air a few times making a loud whooshing noise and then nodded at the one on the left. It raised the baton swung it about a bit, held it out in its right hand so I could clearly see the yellow lightning strike label, plainly saying CAUTION 50,000v, and depressed a button on the handle. A flash of blue electricity arced angrily between the two pins on the top. Fucking hell I thought there is no way I want a whipping let alone being stung by that fucking thing.
“Now, unpleasantries out of the way we would both like to welcome you on behalf of the establishment to you’re first days training. We are you’re keepers and we will be seeing you through the training till the end and as long as you cooperate there will be no pain at all. In fact most girls find it highly stimulating, highly pleasurable and completely painless”
Tttttraining what sort of training?
Both figures looked to their right and as they did the door next to them gave a pneumatic hiss and slid open. A sudden rush of adrenaline shot through me as the one with the whip motioned me to get up. I stood up and moved over to them, suddenly very conscious about the fact I was naked, the one with the whip moved towards the door and the other fell in behind me motioning me to follow. I did as I was told knowing full well there was 50,000 volts following me. I don’t know whether it was visible or not but when we reached the door I felt like I was physically shaking I was absolutely terrified.
All three of us moved into a glass corridor and I heard the door behind me hiss. The corridor was only about 4ft wide and 8ft long with a door at the other end I figured it was some sort of airlock system. The corridor was raised about 3ft off the ground and I could see the steps and glimpses of the next room as the door in front of me started to open.
The first thing that struck me was that opposite me on the other side of the room was another airlock. There were some steps and to the left of those was a huge glass window which had a white blind down in front of it. I glanced over my left shoulder and realised that that side mirrored the side I was exiting. I wonder if there is anyone else in the same situation behind that blind I thought. As the figure in front of me descended the steps that’s when I saw it.
Hanging vertically from the ceiling on a metal rail was a large circular frame. In the middle of this was a black padded cushion about 3ft long and 2ft wide it was supported by a metal bar which ran through from 3 – 9 o’clock. There was a head sized pad above it supported by another bar, which looked adjustable, extending vertically from the 12 o’clock position. Where the horizontal bar met the main pad two more bars extended out on either side; one pointing to 4 and on to 8 o’clock. Resting either side in the 4 and 8 o’clock position was a large padded black shackle. Actually the whole contraption had straps and shackles in various places all over it.
I started to feel sick. Oh shit this is for me, I thought, as another surge of adrenalin raced through me, I must have stopped because I felt a hand push me from behind. As we approached the frame I could see that it wasn’t a full circle. It was flat at the bottom with what looked like two foot plates about 2 ft apart. Also the bottom 12 inches of the main pad looked like they could be separated. I now noticed I was walking on a cold tiled white floor. Behind the frame was a large stainless steel cabinet on wheels and a good 20 feet behind that was a massive set of double doors.
The one with the whip motioned me to come closer turned to me and spoke, “Please stand in this frame with your back to this” It pointed at the pad, “place your feet on the plates you can see there” Shaking the whole time I stepped up in to the frame. The metal against my feet felt very cold. Both the figures had now put away their weapons. They pushed on either side of my shoulders so I was flush against the pad. They reached behind the pad and lifted two small semicircular padded metal clips over each shoulder which clicked in to place. They then stuck an arm between each armpit and retrieved a strap which was attached to each clip. I was now attached by my shoulders. They then took my arms and strapped them to the diagonal bars pointing at the floor. Each foot was twisted outwards, so that my heels were facing each other, and then secured in place by straps round my ankles. I then felt more straps being placed round each knee. Next they pushed my head back in to the pad and secured it with another strap round my forehead and a gag round my mouth. I was completely immobilised.
“Let’s run the readjustment sequence so we can weigh and measure her and get on with the inspection” I heard one say to the other. I started to hear a slight buzzing noise and it felt like I was lifted off the ground slightly. Then the frame started to twisting from left to right, it actually made me a lot more comfortable. I felt the straps on each knee start to tighten and then my knees were slowly pulled apart each one getting closer to the outside of the frame. Just when I thought I was going to be split in half it stopped. I then felt the lower part of the pad begin to push on my backside. It must have pushed me a good few inches because I could feel my pussy lips parting and the hump of my mons pubis was out in front of me. A few more twists and turns of the frame and there I was, in the frame for the first time spread eagled for all to see. It hadn’t been painful just slightly uncomfortable.
“We had better do the scan for tendon tension and bone development before her body starts to get used to this position” I felt hands moving over my thighs squeezing the tight area between the top of my thigh and my pussy. “It doest feel too bad I’ve, felt worse but she’ll definitely need some work, pass me the scanner.” I saw one go to the cabinet, which had been moved in front of me, and pull out what looked like a barcode scanner and pass it to the other. It started from my left foot and slowly moved the device up my left leg, up the left hand side of my torso and down my left arm. The process was repeated for my right hand side. It then pointed the scanner at the top of my head, “close your eyes please” As I did I saw flashes of blue lights. I opened my eyes to see the scanner being pointed directly at my groin.
The one with the scanner went to the cabinet, replaced the scanner, picked up a clip board wrote something then said, “Right I’ll write and you can look for blemishes and imperfections” By this time the other one had got hold of a looking glass and had started to paw over me very carefully. Like everyone I do have the odd mole and I know where they are. Each time the one with the looking glass would find on it would just point and the other would write on the clipboard. The only noise I could hear was my exadurated breathing from behind the leather gag.
“Body fluids next? Which one do you want to do?” I heard
“How nice of you to offer for once!” even through the heavily disguised voice I could detect the sarcasm “I think I’ll do waste and sexual for a change, you can do blood”
They both went to the cabinet one of the figures returning with a large syringe and needle and the other carrying what looked like a black sports box which had two tubes trailing behind it back to the cabinet. The one with the needle approached my right arm and started looking for a vein. I could feel the other parting the lips of my labia wider and I tried not to gasp as its fingers brushed my clit. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, I had been abducted and now I was strapped to this frame with total strangers touching and probing my most intimate female areas. I was seriously pissed off with myself for it but I was actually really quite aroused.
“It’s hard to tell with all this hair at the moment but I think we have got a pretty good fillet here!” I heard the one who was probing around in my pussy say. What the fuck did she mean; fillet?
“Good, we’ll have a closer look when we remove all the hair”
The figure crouched below me stopped probing at my pussy. I heard a click then a sucking noise and I felt what I assumed was the box being applied to my vaginal area. It started sucking intensely at my privates I then felt something small, thin and cold start to push its way in to my body. About 5 seconds later I felt my bladder give way and release its contents down the tube. The machine continued to suck and the probe was withdrawn. I started to feel another probe entering me but this time it felt slightly larger and went straight for my clitoral area. I was instantly stimulated and couldn’t help my self moaning with pleasure as the probe worked its magic. I felt really guilty as I knew I was on the brink of a serious orgasm and when I came I hardly noticed the needle go deep in to my right arm and begin to withdraw my blood. Once the cabinet had finished nosily slurping and sucking fluids from my vagina the box and tube fell to the floor with a clatter.
“Right, now her fillet is slightly swollen from the fluid extraction we should get on and shave her” I didn’t even bother thinking about it too much, I mean it’s not like I could go anywhere. I watched them bring a couple of razors, a canister and shower head out of the cabinet. I didn’t even bother to watch as they hosed me down then proceeded to shave my armpits, legs then anal area. All the time they were shaving my pussy they were referring to it as my prime fillet as if it was a piece of meat or something that belonged to them.
“You must keep this area in top condition” one said as it felt my newly bare fanny.
“We don’t mind a little decorative hair on the front if that’s what you like but we must be able to see the main fillet area at a moments notice if we need to.” We’ll see that you are provided with suitable equipment in your wash area.”
A sense of relief started to sweep over me. If they were talking about providing me with shaving equipment and seeing my fillet, sorry, me again, then they weren’t going to kill me here.
“Ok nearly done, lets look at body fat and muscle conformation” Body fat, muscle what were they doing? Training me for the Olympics or something?
They pinched and probed me with devices I had seen doctors with on TV. They paid particular attention to my breasts; moving them in just about every direction feeling for my rib cage under them as well as pulling and tweaking the nipples. I think they even weighed them at one point. One worked at various parts of my body then would stand up and point at stuff on the clipboard and the other would start to write. They also gave a lot of attention to my legs massaging and squeezing my thighs and calf’s mumbling to each about muscle conformation, “I thing we’ve got at least a 14 pointer in these thighs could even be an 18.” “That would make a change I haven’t even seen anything over a 12 for a while.”
“Well that wasn’t too bad was it” One of them said as it started removing the gag over my mouth “the first ones always the worst, at least you know what to expect now; I think you might have quite enjoyed it really” She wasn’t actually 100% incorrect with that statement.” Let’s get you out of the frame and we can continue. Within minutes I was unstrapped and sporting only a few red marks where the straps had been was led back to the air lock.
CHAPTER 5
Back in the bedroom area I was led across the room to the middle door. As we reached the door the red light turned green and figure in front of me opened it. As the door opened the room inside was black but in an instant the lights were on revealing what I can only describe as the most sophisticated, pristine and well equipped personal gym I have ever seen. There was a running machine, rowing machine, cross-trainer, exercise bike and a fully equipped multigym.
“This is all part of the programme. There will be 2 work out sessions a day, one in the morning and one after lunch lasting an hour each. Each session will work on different types of muscles. The aim is not to turn you in to a body builder but to give you an excellent body fat ratio, keep you fit and tone those beautiful muscles. If we have done our job right once we have finished we will have turned you in to a wonderful commodity. Because the primary inspection is quite intense and you haven’t had breakfast yet we will start off with a very gentle work out this morning” After what seemed like half an hour a few reps on bench press, bike and a gentle jog I was told to stop.
They led me back into the bed area. The first thing I noticed on the wall to my right was a small screen. It was to the right of the large panel I thought was a window. Underneath it sticking out from the wall was a keyboard and under that was a square cushion come seat. I then noticed the clock that was directly above the computer. It was a green digital affair somehow being projected on to the wall it read 08:07 Saturday 1st October. Fucking hell if it really was the 1st of October I had been here nearly three months.
“The computer is here so you may write down any thoughts or experiences you may have. It only has a word processing programme on it so please feel free to write a diary or communicate whatever you like. After you are gone this will be all that is left so I would choose your words carefully if I were you! As you can see you now have a clock. Up till now your meals have been at regular intervals but we have more to fit in to the day now so it is time to start getting a routine going. I suggest that you go and get washed before breakfast arrives.” With that the one talking rested its hand on the whip in its belt to emphasise the point.
After my shower and breakfast I sat in front of the screen and begun to write what you are reading now. I sat there trying to think why I was there. All I could think that I was going to be trained as some sort of sex slave! How wrong I was!
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I was still at the computer when the door opened and both my keepers came in wearing the same as before. The clock flicked to 10:07. “Please move over to the table area Claudia and we can begin” I did as I was instructed. “As this is your first day things take a little longer, normally we would be doing the first exercise class now but we have already done that and we’ve all been up since 4:30 for the primary inspection, which I have to add looks promising” I shuffled on the seat and rested my left elbow on the soft table, as the two keepers took position either side of the large panel in the wall behind them.
“Now, the purpose of the next couple of hours or so is to explain some of the background of the establishment explain your role here and help you come to terms with it. As was I explained earlier your cooperation is required at all times and if we feel we are not getting it we will have to take action! We really don’t want to do that because as you will see shortly we would be damaging our own merchandise.” They’re definitely going to sell me as sex toy I thought to myself.
With that the panel behind them begun to rise revealing a huge TV screen. A little flap in the ceiling above me dropped open and projected on to the screen were the words, in white on a black background, DOLCETT-HU ENTERPRISES. Flicking between pictures of castles, dining rooms and old men with beards, for the next two hours or so the keepers rambled on about some special gastronomic club that was founded about 800 years ago when first explorers of new lands brought exotic fruits vegetables, meats and anything they deemed edible back to the homeland. The spoils of each trip were distributed amongst the very wealthy at highly secretive banquets. This was a dangerous pastime since they were often smuggling gold and jewels as well, the penalty for which was normally death. Indeed that is what caused things to change when the monarch at the time, who had heard rumours of these secret meetings, sent his personal guard to slaughter anyone there and retrieve all worthy goods. The only ones to survive were a wealthy aristocrat called William Dolcett and a Chinese explorer called Shih Hu who happened to be wandering in the grounds at the time discussing a trade deal in China.
After all their friends and family were slaughtered William Dolcett and Shih Hu vowed vengeance on the monarch. The monarch thought he had disbanded these secret meetings but with two of them still alive and all the contacts and infrastructure in place it just went deeper underground. Two years later messurs Dolcett and Hu had their revenge. They had kidnapped the three beautiful princesses six months prior to the banquet and invited 100 distinguished guests. They personally beheaded, gutted cooked and served all three of them to the guests. One of them was spit roasted, one oven roasted and the other was butchered into pieces for canapés and starters. The uncooked heads were mounted in the middle of the table for all the guests to see. It is rumoured that when the monarch heard of the fate of his daughters he died instantly of a heart attack. The exclusive club of the time realised that they didn’t have to travel to far off lands to taste the most exotic forbidden food; it was right under their noses. From then on the Dolcett-Hu legend was born and still continues today!
“So Claudia I am sure you have got the gist of things by now” To be honest I had been sort of daydreaming thinking about earlier events not really paying too much attention to the history lesson going on in front of me. “The tradition of eating young women has continued through the centuries and that is why you are here today”
Not really grasping the point “Bbbbut I don’t want to eat a young woman!” I blurted out.
Silence!
It took a while for the penny to drop “Fucking hell you’re fucking what you’re going to do fucking what what what your fucking mad you cant fucking eat me there’s laws against that. You lot cant fucking do this you’re all fucking crazy” I got up and tried running at one of the keepers but strong arms threw me back on the bed.
“Remember what we told you about cooperation” I begun to cry. Those strong arms grabbed me again and sat me up “Sit up, shut the fuck up and listen to us” the voice commanded.
“We have put a lot of time and effort in selecting you. What have you got on the outside? You have no parents, no boyfriend, an aunt in the middle of nowhere who hates you; a couple of dead end jobs and a flat you can’t afford to pay the rent for, in other words nothing. We will help move you on to a better place in exchange for your body, we can tie up the loose ends, in fact we already have. So you really have no choice whether you like it or not, it’s not like you can escape from here, you are now a Dolcett Girl!” They’re going to fucking eat me! I couldn’t comprehend it.
“You can do things the hard way, which, I can assure you will seriously hurt, or you can live here in complete luxury until such time as your body has been sold. Either way from now on you are simply a female meat animal. Now I suggest you think about it and we will see you in the morning.” With that the panel behind them started to close and the door opened. I curled up on the bed pulled the covers on to me and sobbed my self to sleep.
***
Beep beep the hatch went as I woke up. I removed my head from the covers and looked over at the clock 18:30. I must have slept through the lunch serving. I was hungry so I went to eat. Sitting at the table I was considering my position. True I didn’t have fuck all outside of here, in fact I had considered suicide twice in the last 12 months. Most people spend their working lives preparing and worrying about how they are going to die. At least I was going to be spared all that crap and know how I was going to die, well I didn’t know how I was going to die yet, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t leaving this place alive and in one piece. As I slowly chewed on my evening meal the meaning of the word livestock suddenly became clear in my head. I was nothing more than a living part of some rich establishment’s larder, just walking meat.
CHAPTER 6
After breakfast the following morning the keepers arrived at 09:30 on the dot. “Now Claudia are you in a better frame of mind today? We know your first day is quite intense and there is a lot to take in. Don’t worry you will soon get used to it here and as I said yesterday may even come to enjoy it.” One of the disguised figures said, as I sat there trying to look dejected and sorry for myself.
“As we said yesterday you’re at the start of your training and it’s entirely up to you whether it’s distressing and painful or relatively painless. Over the next few sessions we will explain most of the details about what is going to happen to you. We like to have things out in the open; it makes your meat taste a lot better if you are relaxed before slaughter. Please feel free to ask any questions along the way.”
It’s nearly impossible to get down in words how I was feeling at this point. I just couldn’t believe what I was hearing; they were talking so candidly and calmly about killing and eating me. “Ccccan’t you just get it over with and fucking kill me now!” I retorted with serious anger in my voice.
“I am afraid not. You see this set up is essentially about making money. We sell our products to the exceptionally wealthy, they have everything else they could possibly want and our products are the ultimate taboo. These individuals pay a serious amount of money for these products. At this price they demand the best quality and that means the product must be fresh. You’re first inspection went so well that it means we will be selling your body piece by piece to realise you’re true value. If we slaughtered you as soon as we had sold the first steak, by the time we came to sell the last you wouldn’t be as fresh. We won’t sell you whole either as the customer will try and bid us down on price for taking a whole girl. You are fortunate in that to auction you individually cut by individual cut takes time”
Great, they make money out of killing me and I get to fucking hang around whilst they take their time about it. I thought.
“Once you have been dispatched and you’re head removed.” Dispatched! Murdered more like, I said to myself.
“You’re body will be hung upside down and massaged to drain all the blood from it. We will probably use the blood for a black pudding type product, which is very good incidentally. We will then completely eviscerate you removing all internal organs before washing your carcass out, leaving it to hang for between 3 and 10 days prior to butchering. A lot of your internal organs will be used to make more products, to add more value to you. When I get the chance my personal offal favourites are the liver and brain pate and devilled kidneys.” I think the keeper was really quite enjoying this.
“This just gets better and better” I sarcastically retorted. The speaking figure ignored me.
“Now, on the whole 90% of our products leave here butchered ready to be sent to their respective clients.” I gasped as the cover in front of the screen rose up revealing a picture of 3 naked women with lines drawn all over them.
“This picture shows the majority of the primary cuts of meat we will be able to retrieve from your carcass. It doesn’t include the individual cuts” The keeper talking had taken a pointer out of its belt and begun pointing at the picture on the wall.
“If you remember when we were doing you’re first inspection we mentioned you were easily a 14 pointer this referred to the estimated number of steaks we thought we would be able to get from you’re thighs. Now 14 is a very good score and you were an exceptional 18! This is very rare and at 2,000 a steak this makes you very valuable indeed. The score index on your calf’s was 12 which is what most girls thighs are. We have estimated you’re legs alone are worth around 96,000 to us, if we add that to you’re prime fillet, (I had sort of figured out by now that when they were referring to my prime fillet they were speaking about my pussy) which is one of the best we have seen we reckon you’re lower torso is worth about 120,000, once added to the rest of you we think you could to easily top the 200,000 mark.
You can therefore see why all the rooms are padded out and decorated in the way they are and the need for you to be supervised. There is no way we want our goods damaged in any way.” How kind of them I thought.
This had all taken about an hour or so and as the clock turned 10:30; “Right that’s enough for now let’s go and do some exercises. We will be supervising you’re exercise routine throughout you’re stay here but there are some additional features in you’re living area here we will show you after today’s session. You will be free to use these at any time we do not require you.”
After an hour in the gym I was sweating quite heavily and certainly felt like I had been given a very thorough work out, I was instructed to quickly go and get cleaned up and they would show me the rest of my quarters.
As I came out of the shower room I noticed the cover in front of the screen was up again. One of my keepers was holding what looked like a small keyboard. “This is the interactive controller for the screen. There is a movie archive of over 10,000 films from old black and white films to hardcore porn. You will also be able to access over 200 TV channels and radio stations. There are also over 10,000 tracks of music videos at your disposal. It’s all pretty self explanatory but if you need help there is a help programme with it. It is also the controller for the games arcade which has over 2,000 in the archive. It is also a way for you to communicate with us should you not wish to speak. Now if you would like to follow us.”
As I turned round I noticed the light above the right hand door had now turned green. As the door was opened I felt a surge of anticipation. In the middle of the room, set down two steps in the floor, was a large hot tub / Jacuzzi. On the wall facing me, set about 8 feet apart were two more doors. A sign on the door on the left said STEAM and a sign one on the right said SAUNA in-between these two doors was a shower area. Along the right hand wall was what looked like a massage bed with a number of plastic bottles hanging under it, also on the right hand wall was another door which had a sign saying SUN. The whole room was white and decorated exactly in the same way as the rest of my living quarters. One of my keepers started to speak; “This room is for you to use at any time you wish the only thing we ask is that you give yourself at least twenty minutes in the sun room each day”
“You see, even though we are going to slaughter you, remove your head, internal organs and then butcher you into select cuts of meat we would like you’re stay with us to be as comfortable as possible. So if there is anything you would like just ask and we will attempt to provide it.” The keeper said this as if I was a hotel guest and it was the porter who had just shown me to my room.
Over the next couple of months or so the days passed pretty much the same. I would wake up, have breakfast then it would be lesson time when my keepers would tell me more history about the establishment and its clients. I got the impression they especially liked the lessons where they were describing how I was going to be butchered and what was going to happen to the various bits of my body once they had reduced them to gourmet cuts of meat. I had heard it so much that I had started to grow indifferent to hearing it.
I would then go for exercises where I would frequently hear comments like; “Those thighs of yours are really developing nicely or I really envy the person who is rich enough to afford your fillet” After the afternoon work out was done I would normally spend the day relaxing with a drink around the spa area or watching films. It wasn’t alcohol; I was told that alcohol damaged my liver. However, I was given a substitute which had the same effect, had no side effects and I was allowed to drink as much as I liked.
At the weekends there was a slightly different routine. Saturday mornings were inspection morning where I would go through the same routine as before, although the blood test had just become a needle prick on a finger. I couldn’t believe it but I had actually stared to enjoy and look forward to these sessions because the orgasm I got was so intense. There was a work out after this and then the rest of the weekend was mine. I suppose I had really started to settle in and couldn’t believe I had more or less accepted my fate.
CHAPTER 7
What the fuck is that noise? I thought to myself as I begun to wake up. Sounds like someone crying. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, sat up and looked round the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone there.
There it was again, soft whimpering from the end of the bed. I got up and walked round to the end of the bed and there she was. Curled up in the foetal position on the floor just in front of the door next to the bed was the form of a naked young woman. Her body looked evenly but not heavily tanned from behind but the most striking thing was the tattoo.
Virtually covering the small of her back were a pair of angels wings, one either side of her spine. I just happened to glance at the clock and notice the time 06:30 Sunday 25th December. Someone’s having a little joke here I thought to myself. I sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out my left arm and touched her shoulder. I didn’t have a clue what to say.
“Hi there, are you ok?” What a stupid thing to say I thought, she is lying here shivering and crying and you’ve just asked if she is ok.
“Don’t cry, I’m not going to hurt you, my name is Claudia” I said as I stroked her shoulder.
“Go away, leave me alone” she said.
“Unfortunately I can’t do that, you see I live here and can’t go away even if I wanted to.”
“Fuck off! Just leave me” she sobbed.
“Look you can’t lie there all day, what’s your name?”
“Grace, Grace Fields miss”
“You don’t need to call me Miss my name is Claudia”
“Here dry you’re eyes with this” I had gone to the bathroom and come back with a small hand towel which I handed to her. There was about 20 minutes silence as she buried her head in the towel and I just sat there looking at her not really knowing what to do.
“Where am I? What’s going on?” she started to say.
“Why am I naked?”
“I don’t really know the answer to that myself.” I lied. I didn’t have the heart to tell her what I knew. I mean she had only been here a couple of hours or so. I couldn’t tell her, well not at this early point in our meeting, she was probably going to have her head cut off and then be butchered in to pieces so some rich folk could eat her. Let the fuckers who have brought us both here tell her I thought.
“What have you done to me you bitch!”
How rude I thought; “I haven’t done anything to you, you were put here”
The hatch beeped and a meal arrived, good, breakfast I thought. I glanced at the clock expecting it to read 08:30 instead it said 13:31. Crikey we must have been doing this for ages; I thought I was bloody hungry. “Come on let’s go and have something to eat” I said.
She started to stand up and I was still sitting on the bed. The vision before me was of one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, apart from her beautifully perfect body one of the first things I noticed was her striking blue eyes.
As she leaned against the wall I got up, put my left hand gently on her right shoulder and guided her over to the seating area in front of the hatch.
Over the course of our meal she started to relax a bit. She told me that she had been out with friends the night before. They were on the town moving between bars and clubs. They had met this other girl called Jess who had asked to join their group because her friends had all pulled and gone early.
Fucking hell this is all starting to sound rather familiar I thought to myself
As the night wore on Grace said her friends had started to leave because they had got to get home for Christmas. She explained that ever since her folks had died one Christmas Eve when she was 11 she had always hated that time of year. Anyway, this other girl was such a laugh that she decided to carry on drinking with her, well it was either that or go home to her 6th set of foster parents in as many years. She remembered loads of guys hitting on the both of them but thought it odd that Jess took no interest in them. Slightly embarrassed she said “You know I think I was slightly attracted to her myself.” At the end of the night she said she remembered accepting a lift from Jess, getting in to the car but that when it goes blank. We finished our meal.
“Right, I’ve never been shy about my body and it’s been nice talking to you. Thanks for letting me stay and for the meal but I really must go find Jess, get some clothes on and get out of here”
She really had no idea she was captive I think she just thought she was in some sort of hotel. I just looked at her. She got up and walked over to the bathroom door, opened it and looked in, she then did the same for the other two rooms. As she moved round the room I watched her breasts bouncing gently on her chest and caught the odd glimpse of her sex between her shapely thighs.
“Where’s the door?”
“Over there” I pointed to the general area where she had been lying earlier.
“There’s no handle!”
“I Know”
“Well how the fuck do I open it then?” she protested
“You don’t”
“What do you mean you don’t, how the fuck am I supposed to get out?”
“You can’t”
“What do you mean you can’t? You can’t keep me here against my will you bitch”
“I know, I’m not” I was amazed how calm I was.
“What do you mean you’re not? Come on let me out.”
What followed over the next few days was more crying, some shouting and me trying to convince Grace it wasn’t me holding her captive whilst she ran at doors and walls trying to open them. I eventually convinced her that I had been, and was, in the same situation but had realised it was futile to try and escape from here. I explained about the keepers, meals and the training as well as showing her the facilities. I told her it was some secret government experiment and we were deep underground. I said that if we were cooperative we would be set up for life by the time we were released.
The keepers were notable by their absence for a couple of days but they soon returned and started us off on the training programme again with Saturday mornings still set aside for Grace and I to be inspected one at a time. What struck me was the fact that my morning lessons had ceased and there was no mention what so ever of fillets, muscle conformation or us being turned into choice cuts or steaks. I went with the flow and didn’t say anything to Grace. I mean how do you tell a 17 year old she will die shortly because people with money wish to eat her. They’ll tell her soon enough and I’ll have to pick up the pieces I thought.
I often caught Grace sneaking glances at my body and in the bathroom one day we were suddenly embraced in a passionate kiss. She kissed me very hard probing right back into my mouth with her tongue. I had my arms wrapped tightly round her feeling her back and occasionally letting my hands wander over the soft hair and curves of her rump. I could feel the impression of those wonderful breasts pushed hard against mine; it felt like both our nipples were fighting to dig in to each other’s body.
I could feel the prickle of the small hairs on our thighs brushing against each other and it wasn’t long before Grace had wrapped one of those shapely legs around my’n. When she did that I could feel her harder pubic hair rub against the top of my thigh and the moist heat emanating from between her legs. I was so turned on, my pussy was throbbing and I was sure that I could feel a small trickle of warm love juice running down the inside of my thigh. I could physically smell the sex between us and it wasn’t long before I felt a wandering hand feeling its way between my legs.
With all the moisture between my legs it was very easy for Grace to get a couple of fingers in to me. She didn’t mess about, just parted the outer lips of my labia with two fingers and begun rubbing my rock hard clit with another. Within a couple of minutes I was squeezing her so hard I thought I was going to stop her breathing.
A huge orgasm ripped through, I bit hard on to the back of Grace’s shoulder and heard her wince with pain. I could almost feel the cum squirting all over her hand. She put her leg down and begun to push me away. In quite a surreal moment she moved over to the bath sat down on the floor opened her legs and said; “Eat me!”
“When you put it like that” I said “How could anyone possibly refuse.” I lay on the floor and moved my head between her legs. I started by licking, kissing and gently biting her thighs but it wasn’t long before I could resist the temptation and just had to dip my tongue into the warm soft wet folds of her young pussy.
She tasted absolutely wonderful and I begun to lick the whole length of her crack starting from the bottom near her anus pushing my tongue in as far as it would go then finishing with a lick and a nibble of her seriously hard erect clit. It didn’t take long before I could hear Grace beginning to cum and as the first waves of pleasure shot through her body I greedily lapped up all the juice pumping from her convulsing vagina.
For the next couple of hours or so we had what I can only describe as the most frantic and filthy sex I have ever had. Once we had finished showering each other we went out to the other room for a meal.
Over the course of the next 9 months or so we would do as the keepers instructed whilst spending our spare time having lazy spa and sex sessions intermixed with our own private parties using the entertainment facilities. I still hadn’t had the heart to tell Grace our real purpose here, the keepers hadn’t said a thing and there hadn’t been any lessons since Grace arrived. Grace continually told me she loved me and I told her I loved her.
I wasn’t really sure though, I had never really experienced true love and I thought my feelings for Grace were just animal lust.
On more than one occasion I had looked at Grace and thought that she really did look very tasty and I wouldn’t mind eating a bit of her myself.
One particular occasion I remember we were in the spa area giving each other a massage. Grace was on the massage table on her back with her feet on my shoulders and her legs open. She was covered in massage oil and I was rubbing more oil into her calf’s, thighs and vaginal area.
I remember thinking, I can understand why someone would want to eat these legs they are fucking gorgeous and as for her fillet, well I’ve tasted it on her but I wonder what it would taste like cooked and served on a plate!
CHAPTER 8
I woke to the noise of a small electric motor whirring looked to my left and saw the blind next to the bed beginning to open. I could see the room where the inspections took place, the frame wasn’t in the middle but the blind on the other side of the room had also begun to open revealing what looked liked an identical room to the one I was in. I looked round the bed for Grace to wake her up but couldn’t see her. Must have gone to the toilet I thought “Grace” I called “You’d better come and take a look at this.” The blind on the other side had now fully retracted and looking at me through the glass in the other room were 4 naked young women. “GRACE” I called again more forcefully.
The screen suddenly sprung into life and on the screen was the face of Grace. I gasped as the camera slowly panned out revealing her whole body; I lay back, supporting myself on my elbows. I glanced over at the other girls and their attention had also been drawn to their screen.
An unconscious looking Grace was suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the room and strapped into the frame in the same way we were when we were had our inspections. She was in a very different room it was quite dark, the floor was covered in textured cream tiles which seemed to slope towards a round stainless steel drain which Grace was suspended over. There was a small stool on wheels, three large pots on the floor and the stainless steel cabinet which had a metal box on the top of it.
A set of double doors to the right of her opened and in walked the keepers. I couldn’t believe it; I knew they were women I thought. The Keepers were completely naked apart from their headwear which they still had on, except for their mouth pieces which were missing. They both had the most perfect bodies; well tanned, long legs, shapely buttocks, superb breasts and neatly trimmed pussies. They crossed the room, went over to the frame and begun to slide Grace in the frame over to the left hand wall.
Sticking out of the wall were a couple of shower heads, like in my shower room, and a series of bottles on the wall. Once the frame was about 18 inches from the wall they stopped pushing and both pulled a shower hose out of the wall. One begun by soaking Grace all over whilst the other inserted its tube into Grace’s rectum. It wasn’t a shower head then, I thought, as water was pumped in and then sucked out of Grace’s bowels till it ran clear.
Over the next hour or so they washed scrubbed and shaved Grace all over. They must have spent a good twenty minutes or so just shaving her pussy area and I was sure Grace had a little orgasm when they were concentrating on this area. All the while they were gently caressing and washing her she was letting out quiet soft moans but she never woke up or opened her eyes once.
I then thought back to my lessons nearly a year ago, a sudden rush of adrenalin hit me, as it dawned on me what they were up to.
They were preparing her for slaughter! Fucking Hell! My God they were really going to fucking kill her. No No No No not my Grace I thought and shouted out loud please don’t kill my Grace. I was completely powerless to do anything about it. I didn’t want to watch but something inside me kept my eyes trained on the screen.
Once they had dried her off a little the frame was pushed back to the centre of the room. Five wires with special clips on were lowered from the ceiling. Two of the wires were attached to the base of the frame one under each foot. Two more were attached to the side of the frame in the 3 and 9 o’clock positions and the last was attached at the 12 o’clock position just above her head. There was a clunking of metal as the fixing which was holding the frame to the rails above it was retracted so the frame was supported by the wires alone.
There was whirring or electric motors and Grace started to tilt backwards. She continued to tilt backwards until she was fully horizontal and suspended about 3 feet off the floor. I tried not to think about it but I could feel a familiar tingling sensation growing in my groin!
The keepers were moving around in complete silence, they knew exactly what they were doing so I guess there was no need to talk. One keeper went and got the small stool, positioned it just in front of the frame between Graces legs, sat down then wheeled herself between Graces beautiful thighs. The other had gone over to the steel cabinet and pulled out what looked like a small triangular shaped wire.
She went to the other end of the frame and laid the wire across Grace’s neck. I couldn’t quite see how she did it but she fastened it behind her neck into the frame. She then went back to the cabinet and got out what looked like a remote control with a couple of buttons on it. She pointed it at the frame and pressed one of the buttons I watched as the slack was taken out of the wire so it was now tight across Grace’s neck. She then passed the control to the other keeper sitting between Grace’s legs. All the time this was happening I had begun to slowly stroke my increasingly wet cunt.
The keeper then retrieved one of the large pots, placed it under the frame under Grace’s head and stood behind the top of Grace’s head, there was a pause as she adjusted Grace’s hair and looked under her closed eyelids. She then looked at the other keeper over Grace’s stretched out torso and nodded.
The keeper between Grace’s legs instantly began to work on her pussy using her right hand whilst holding the controller in her left. She had parted lips of Grace’s beautiful pussy and begun licking and sucking her clit. I could hear Grace moaning with pleasure and feel an orgasm rising from within myself.
I felt sort of ashamed but I just couldn’t resist the urge to pleasure myself as I remembered how soft and smooth Grace’s body was, how nice she felt and what that gorgeous fillet tasted like. She was eating it now, the keeper was really going to town on that lovely pussy, she was going to be the last one to taste it whilst it was still part of its owner. I shivered and moaned as ripple of pleasure shot through me and my own pussy released its juices on to the bed.
Satiated I watched intensely as the keeper brought Grace to orgasm after orgasm. Her body was shaking and shivering in the frame and I was sure I could see her love juices dripping off the keepers chin on to the floor.
BANG! My eyes were fixed on the screen as I saw the wire disappear through Grace’s slender neck. The next bit all happened rather fast. The keeper at the head end all of a sudden had Grace’s head in her hands as the body sprayed the head and keeper in shit loads of blood. Simultaneously the keeper between Grace’s legs pushed herself backwards as frame tilted quickly in to the vertical position with Grace’s legs now pointing at the ceiling. The headless body was now hanging upside down twitching and quaking as if it was still having multiple orgasms furiously gushing blood into the pot which had been placed there by the keeper.
The one that had been between the legs walked over to the other with the head. The head continued to drip blood on to floor, and the keeper holding it, as they both stood there studying it. They went over to the cabinet, put it in the box on the top and then embraced in a passionate kiss.
The keepers finished their long snog and by this time Grace’s body had stopped twitching. The keeper that had been between Grace’s legs was now covered in blood off the other keeper.
They moved over to Grace’s body and for the next hour they massaged Grace from toe to head, well where her head once was anyway, to get as much blood out as possible. I felt a tear rolling down my right cheek as watched the last of Grace’s life fluid drip into the pot.
The frame then moved again so the body was facing the right way up. One keeper went to the cabinet, moved it closer and reached in the other went and got the other two pots. The one at the cabinet brought out a knife with about a 5 inch blade with a tapered to a sharp hook at the end. She looked at the other keeper who nodded. The keeper with the knife placed the tip in the middle of the body’s chest just below her rib cage and with one swift downwards stroke opened up the front of the body as far as the mons pubis. It was as if she had just undone a coat, Fuck that’s a sharp knife I thought.
I could see Grace’s insides struggling to escape as the keeper made two more horizontal incisions just above the hip bone in the soft of her belly before working the knife in between the internal organs and belly tissue.
The other keeper had gone to the cabinet and got a couple of pin/clip looking things. The one with the knife stood back as the other pulled apart the two flaps of soft belly tissue and pinned them back. As she was doing this Grace’s intestines begun to slither out and hang down in front of her pussy.
The one with the knife stepped back in, stuck both hands including the one with the knife and begun removing Grace’s guts. Intestines, womb, ovaries and stomach all splattered down into one of the pots. She continued to work with both hands now deep in the body cavity removing kidneys, liver, lungs, heart and the rest of Grace’s organs and put them in the other pot.
Once she had done and stood back I looked right inside the body with grim fascination thinking that’s going to be me soon. I shivered as i climaxed again but couldn’t believe my hand was still working away at my pussy.
The keeper went to the cabinet and got another identical looking knife. Starting from the right hand side she made two vertical incisions downwards two inches either side of Grace’s vagina. She stuck her head into the body a bit and worked with the knife in there. She then made a cut between the base of the vagina and the anus. A few more deft strokes of the knife and she was standing there with Grace’s prime fillet in her hands. The other one came over and they both stood there inspecting it before they placed it in the cabinet.
They then brought out two straps from the cabinet, as they were doing this the frame had started to tilt again so by the time they got back to the body it was upside down again. They attached the straps to the ankles and pulled over a bar that was in the ceiling rails. They then attached the bar to the straps by means of some clips and begun to release Grace’s body from the frame. Once Grace had been released they hosed her down inside and out till it was only water running off her body.
I then watched with sadness as the carcass was pushed through the double doors her arms hanging limply down and a huge hole where that lovely pussy had been. She was now meat!
The keepers came back in to the room cleaned up a bit before showering each other’s blood soaked bodies whilst having a frantic sex marathon.
I glanced over the other room and it looked like the other 4 girls were engaged in some serious sexual activity as well. I lay back, closed my eyes and thought of Grace.
CHAPTER 9
The very next day after Grace was slaughtered as I was put through the usual work routine I couldn’t stop thinking about her. We had both obviously been drugged somehow so neither of us woke up when they took her. I think they must have kept her drugged somehow the whole time. At least she didn’t have a clue why she was here and I think it was better that way, I justified to myself. I was very saddened to loose her but I knew it would do me no good dwelling on it or trying to fight the keepers.
I suppose selfishly I was glad it wasn’t me but even more disturbing was the fact that I had found the whole process seriously arousing.
As I came out of the shower room after the afternoon session I was greeted by the sight of four naked girls relaxing with each other on my bed.
It was the girls from the other room I had seen yesterday and they certainly looked like they were enjoying themselves. I stood there and watched them writhing around moaning softly, I could hear skin on skin rubbing noises as they caressed each other and it wasn’t long till I heard the familiar noise of a female orgasm.
I wasn’t really feeling that horny so I just said; “Hi guys don’t mind me just carry on!” thinking this would break them out of their little orgy. It didn’t and they just carried on till all of them had made sure the other was satisfied. How rude I thought. But I had come to learn that in here just when you’re settling in to a routine something totally bizarre and unexpected happens. So I just stood there and watched feeling a little pissed off. Once they had finished they rearranged them selves on the bed.
“Hi there, my name is Chloe” the pretty one lying down begun and with her left hand begun to point from left to right behind her “This is Natasha, this is Dana and this is Vula, sorry we didn’t wait for you but we were all so horny that we had to go for it.”
“I am Claudia, nice to meet you all” I replied as I shook their hands in turn.
“Natasha is the only on that speaks a little English out of those three, the other two are from Eastern Europe somewhere” she said.
“I assume you know why you’re here; because we all watched you finger yourself silly yesterday at the slaughter.” Chloe giggled whilst doing a little mime. The others must have known what she was on about because they all had a little school girl giggle together.
I could feel myself turning red as much with anger as embarrassment “I I I I do know why I’m here actually, the same reason as you lot. Grace and I were living in here together you know” I stammered. What a crap reply I thought.
“Well it looks like you’ve accepted it the same as we have. I’ve been here nearly two years Vula about 15 months and the other two a year. Don’t worry about the other girl what ever her name is, we’ve had loads of girls live with us and then go to slaughter before us. It’s all about how they decide to sell you. We’ve been moved into different rooms and still survived. I expect you’ll be done before us as well.” She giggled again whilst drawing her finger across her throat. Another batch of silly giggling ensued.
I was really starting to get pissed off with this girl and seriously considered going for her but didn’t.
“I’ve only been here 6 months” I lied.
“That won’t make any difference if you’re sold, you’ll be on that screen being cut in to pieces before you know what’s hit you. That’s the bit I like, the butchering, seeing a beautiful carcass reduced to component parts. In fact I’d love to still be here to see you’re butchering; that would be some orgasm!” More laughing.
What a bitch I thought I’ve only known you 20 minutes and you’re behaving like this. The anger rose in me and I was about to lunge for her, she must have sensed it.
“I wouldn’t try and attack me if I was you. I’ll bet those guards are just the other side of that door as we speak. A girl tried it once; they were in the room so fast and within the blink of an eye, had pulled an auto jet from one of their pouches and bam! The girl was gone. My assailant was dragged out unconscious in less than 8 seconds and an hour later we were treated to a slaughter routine.”
This girl was really enjoying this and I could see she was just trying to get a rise out of me. She obviously wanted to be top dog and really thought something of herself. I decided to play along and let her be queen bee so just walked off to the spa area without saying a word.
This tactic seemed to work as over the next couple of days relationships improved so we got along and even managed to taste one another’s ‘fillets’. However, I would never forget those initial few minutes and just hoped she was ‘done’ before me, “that would be some orgasm!”
It turned out we all had similar backgrounds and were caught in similar ways when we were out on the town, we were all caught by women but only myself and Chloe had been caught by Jess. How big must this operation be I thought to myself?
The next morning after our work out we were all relaxing out in the bed area when the screen sprung in to life revealing the room where Grace had been slaughtered. Instead of the frame hanging in the middle of the room there was now a very large white table with big deep draws.
“OOhh, great, a new butchering. This must be the girl that was done the other day.” I heard Chloe excitedly say. The more I looked at Chloe and the others the more I just regarded them as livestock waiting to be converted in to meat. The bizarre thing was that I think I was enjoying that thought!
Hanging next to the table from the ceiling was what looked like a large stainless steel saw that had just come out of an abattoir. The stainless steel cabinet was there again, though this time it had a number of white polystyrene boxes stacked on top of it and on the floor next to that was a large pot.
This did indeed seem as though I was about to witness, what once was a young human female, become a variety of cuts of meat.
The double doors to the right of the butchers table opened. The keepers were again naked. Hanging upside down from the rails in the ceiling was the unmistakable headless form of a young woman. Just like Grace’s carcass that had disappeared through those doors four days earlier the body cavity was completely empty. The body, which I assume was tanned before, had faded to a pinkie grey colour and the breasts looked slightly shriveled. The keepers pushed the body round to the left hand side of the table in-between the cabinet and table. As one of the keepers moved I gasped.
“Don’t worry you big girl, we’ve seen loads of these. You’ll get used to it. This is the best bit.” I heard Chloe say in a cheerful voice “come and join us on the bed, we’re just getting comfortable” I could see that Vula had already got two fingers buried in Chloe’s pussy with Dana licking gently at hers.
Fuck it, I thought, if you can’t beat them join them. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself so I could see the screen. Natasha instantly begun to rub herself against me and I could feel Chloe fondling my breasts.
It was definitely Grace. The tattoo on the small of her back was unmistakable. The keepers had now both put on chain mail gauntlets on their left arms. Yep they’re definitely going to cut her up I thought as I parted my legs wider to give Natasha better access to my pussy.
The carcass was hanging so its rump was facing the camera, one of the keepers took hold of the right leg and moved it, (whilst the other held the left) to the left till there was an audible click, they both then pulled the left leg to the right till there was another click and the body was suspended with its legs about 4 feet apart.
Natasha had quite easily gained access to my wet pussy. No matter how hard I tried to fight it I was seriously turned on and could already feel an orgasm building I me as she went to work on my erect little bud. I could hear the other three fucking each other next to me.
One of the keepers then went to fetch the saw and stood facing Graces tattoo. The other went round the front of the body and reached her hands round so that she had one on either buttock. They looked at each other for a moment ant the one with the saw nodded. I watched as the other pulled Graces butt cheeks as far apart as they would go. There was a high pitched whizzing noise and the one with the saw brought the implement almost above her head before positioning it between Grace’s legs. She paused for a moment before allowing the speeding blade to slide effortlessly between the parted buttocks and follow a neat track right through the middle of Grace’s body. The note of the saw changed slightly as it cut the breast bone as well. In less than 10 seconds the whole carcass had been cleaved in two.
Seeing the body of my beautiful Grace now as two halves and those pair of angel wings now just one each on a side of meat swinging in the butcher’s area caused a violent orgasm to rip through me. I could feel my pussy pulsating and pushing more juice into Natasha’s waiting mouth. I was so wet I wasn’t sure I hadn’t pissed myself. As the feeling subsided I begun to feel dizzy and see stars. “See I told you this was the best part” I heard Chloe say as I felt a trickle of sweat running down my forehead. I just ignored her and lay there watching the screen.
The keepers by this time had laid the left side of the carcass on the butchering table leaving the other half swaying gently behind them. One keeper had got a larger version of the knife they had used when slaughtering Grace in her right hand and the other picked up a hand saw. The one with the knife quickly cut along the same horizontal gutting line just above the hip till she reached the spine. The one with the saw then moved in and cut through the spine. She put down the saw, picked up the leg and buttock and hung it back up from the ceiling by the ankle.
Meanwhile the other keeper had already removed the breast from the top quarter revealing the ribs beneath. It was funny I didn’t know what to expect the breast to look like but I didn’t thing it would just look like a lump of yellow/grey fat. This was placed in one of the boxes on the cabinet.
Once she had taken the breast off she made a fast deep circular cut round the left wrist and with a couple of twists was left holding a hand. She threw the hand into the pot which was now by the table. She then made similar cuts either side of the elbow and one just at the top of the shoulder then stepped back. The one with the saw then cut through the bone in these cuts, tossed the elbow in to the pot and took the fore arm off to the cabinet.
The one with the knife then made a deep cut in the upper arm between bicep and tricep, she continued to work for a little while and it wasn’t long before she had got the bone out of the upper arm and tossed it in to the pot. The arm meat was rolled back up, tied expertly with string and put in a box. They then turned the shoulder into a couple more joints which were packed up. The ribs were then cut in half and packaged; any belly tissue was carefully sliced away and also packaged. The keeper with the knife then went and got the hanging leg and laid it on the table.
It was very odd seeing Grace’s leg just lying there not attached to her body. I started to reminisce about how nice her legs felt when they were part of her and how they tasted when I licked nibbled them, someone else though was going to cook and eat them now.
The keeper with the knife made another deep circular cut just above the ankle; the other with the saw moved in and detached the foot from the lower leg. The foot was put in the big pot. The keeper with the knife had now swapped knives for a knife that looked like something a fish monger would use to fillet fish only it was the size of a carving knife. They both turned the leg over so the knee was facing the table. The one without the knife steadied the leg by holding the back of the thigh whilst the keeper with the knife began to slice downwards behind the knee till the knife stopped at the bone she then turned the knife and following the bone carved off the calf muscle. She then showed it to the other keeper who had a good look at it before placing it on the table and cutting it into about 10 semicircular steaks with the original knife. As she packaged the cuts of meat away the other keeper cut the bone away from below the knee and threw it into the pot.
The one with the knife came back and made two more bone deep circular cuts, one just above the knee and one right at the top of the thigh. Once more the one with the saw moved in and cut through the bone. The knee was put in the pot and the thigh put to one side, I watched as the knife wielding keeper carefully parted half a hip bone from its surrounding tissue till she was left with what used to be one half of Grace’s butt sitting in front of her. She then proceeded to carve it into a series of odd looking steaks which were then packed up.
Finally she turned her attention to the thigh which was sitting at the top of the table. She manoeuvred so it was lying with the inner part facing up. She located the bone at the top with her left hand and using the tips of her gloved fingers positioned the knife just on it. She then cut all the way down the length of the femur parting muscle and tissue as she went.
It wasn’t long before she had completely opened the upper leg up, removed the bone and tossed it in to the pot along with all the other bones and assorted body parts. The meat was then rolled up and professionally tied just like the upper arm meat was, it was then carefully packed in to a box. I can see why they have us working out I thought; apart from a small bit of fat just below the skin the meat looked very lean and really quite appetising.
The next two hours passed with the five of us writhing around as one sweaty hot wet mass licking and nibbling, sucking and fucking any body part we came into contact with whilst continuing to watch the butchers chop up the other half of Grace’s carcass. Once they were done and cleaned up we watched as the keepers finish off by having their own rampant session in the shower.
CHAPTER 10
We all settled in to the routine of work outs combined with parties and spa sessions. We pretty much lived a life of luxury and the next few months seemed to pass very quickly.
We had been given an extra menu imaginatively titled ‘girls’ on our screen. Basically this consisted of about 2 dozen girl’s names. Once you clicked on a name you would be shown a short film of a naked girl behaving pretty much like we were before being shown the full slaughtering and butchering procedure.
They were all slaughtered in the same way as Grace was but some of the carcasses were stuffed and had a huge metal spike driven through the centre of them before having their hands and feet secured to the spike. Other carcasses were stuffed and then trussed up like turkeys before being wheeled out. You’d be surprised how often we watched these clips, Grace’s scenes never failed to give me the most satisfaction.
It really came as no surprise on morning when we woke up to find that Vula was no longer with us; “Superb, I was wondering who would be first out of us lot I sort of hoped it would be Vula I am dying to see what her meat looks like” Chloe shrieked excitedly.
We all settled on to the bed and sure enough were treated to the full slaughter procedure and 5 days later her butchering. Dana was next about 2 months later but she was stuffed and had the metal pole shoved through her. Interestingly they never removed her fillet at slaughter. The whole process fazed none of us anymore; we were just meat. Now there were only three of us left I knew my time had to be getting closer.
One morning as I was leaving the gym after the usual work out the keepers suddenly grabbed me from behind I tried to struggle a little but then gave in. One had hold of my arms as another fixed a collar round my neck I then heard a loud metallic clatter and felt something being fixed to the collar.
My arms were released and as I looked round I could see that the keepers were behind me each holding on to a 4 foot extendable metal pole attached to the collar. The poles must have been in their belt pockets. I felt myself being forced forwards towards the door by the bed.
“You’re coming with us now Claudia we’ve got something very special lined up for you!”
“This has never happened before, I can’t wait to see this!” was the last thing I heard Chloe excitedly say as I entered the airlock.
It was strange; I was scared but not as scared as I was when I first realised what was going to happen to me. I really have accepted death I thought and then begun to wander what it was going to be like on the other side.
I was led out of the airlock and into the room where the inspections took place. We walked towards the double doors, as we approached them they opened and I instantly recognised the slaughter room from all the video footage.
CHAPTER 11
As we entered the room I was amazed to see it was empty, no frame, no cabinet, no pots and no butchering table. Compared to the warmth of the rooms we had just come from this was freezing, the tiled floor was really cold against my bare feet, I could feel my nipples begin to stiffen as goose bumps rose all over my body. I was forced to my left towards the double doors. As we neared the doors opened revealing a long corridor with another set of double doors at the end and number of doors on either side. We marched down the corridor to the double doors at the end and once again as we approached they opened.
I was forced into a very large dark room. As my eyes adjusted to the light I could see that about 7 feet in front of me was a large desk behind that was a bank of screens showing some rooms similar to the one I had just come from there was a couple of gyms and spa’s on the screens and on one them I could see Chloe and Natasha lying on the bed watching the screen.
I shivered as I imagined how worked up Chloe would be at the moment at the thought of seeing me slaughtered and chopped into pieces. In between the desk and screens was what looked like the back of a large chair.
The chair swung round and a male voice started to speak. “Welcome Claudia I am very pleased to meet you in person at last.” The character in the chair switched on a very bright light, which was sitting on the desk, and positioned it so I was completely illuminated in the dark room.
“It’s never quite the same watching you on a TV screen much better to see the real thing I always think. Rather a nice, for a change, to meet a living stock female. I’ve just got so used to seeing and dealing in female commodities I struggle to see the women on my screens as anything other than stock, like in a shop really.” He said indifferently.
Here we go; more spiel about me being meat let’s just get on with it I thought. I think I shivered involuntarily as I thought about the wire slicing through my neck and my body being chopped up by deft strokes of those mighty sharp knives.
I then drifted off and started thinking how I should stand, hands on hips, one leg forward? Fuck it, your about to have you’re head cut off, be gutted then chopped in to pieces and you’re worried about how you’re standing, stupid cow I thought, and just opted to stand there hands by my sides.
“Claudia I don’t believe in messing around so I will get straight to the point, I will allow you to ask a few questions afterwards.”
“You’re 21 now and we have really enjoyed the pleasure of your company for the last three years or so. You have been an exceptional girl and valued part of the establishment over that time.”
“Without realising it you have been taking part in a number of physical and mental tests which you have passed with distinction. This is an extremely rare occurrence but due to internal promotion, as it were, we would like to offer you the opportunity to stay with us for a little while longer, well 15 years to be precise.” He continued calmly.
I think I was still standing there day dreaming about the slaughter room and wondering how far my blood would shoot from my neck after they cut my head off.
“Now when I say stay with us I don’t mean in the capacity that you have been over the last three years I mean join us. There will be much more training and some serious hard work. However, the rewards are great. You’ll become richer than you could possibly imagine you’ll want for nothing and our own community will look after you as you will them.” He finished.
Silence.
I was stunned I didn’t have a clue what to say I mean I was meat that’s what I was!
It felt like it took ages for what he had said to sink in. Fucking Hell they weren’t going to kill me.
I had a chance to live! Shit! But I’m meat! Don’t be so fucking stupid get a grip there looks like there’s a serious opportunity on offer here, I told myself.
“Wwwhhat do you want me to do?” I said quietly.
“Saying yes would be the first step”
“And if I say no?”
“I don’t think I really need to answer that, you know what goes on here, but if that’s what you’d prefer!” came the reply.
I couldn’t believe it I was being offered the opportunity to live by accepting that I was going to have to kill and cut up other young women like me. But they’re not really women; I mean by the time they’re in here they are female meat animals that just happen to be human I begun to justify to myself. They don’t have fuck all in the outside world and if you look at the likes of Chloe well I think she really rather likes it, gives her a sense of purpose I thought. Oh Fuck! Not now I could feel my pussy starting to moisten as a familiar tingling sensation grew in my loins. That really answered the question for me.
Everything that had happened to me before I came here didn’t matter. This was my life now and I wanted it!
Yes, I really fucking wanted this more than anything else. It was like being told I’d passed my driving test, got a degree and landed the best job in the world all at the same time. I think I was physically shaking with excitement, it must have been obvious, but I tried to hide it as best I could.
“I’ll do it yes I’ll do it yes I’ll join you” I said very quickly in case they changed their minds.
“That really is excellent news. We were looking forward to tasting you but I am now convinced you would be a better as a part of the organisation rather inside its members and clients!”
“Sorry I haven’t introduced you.” A black gloved hand gestured for me to look round. I looked over my right shoulder and standing behind me, still in the uniform but without her mask and with a wicked glint in her eye smiling pleasantly was Jess.
“This is Jess whom you may or may not remember and Vicki, along with 2 others they have been you’re keepers most of the time you’ve been here. I’ll have to admit that Jess was right from the start she thought you would make an excellent meat girl, but, from the second she brought you in here she said you’d become one of us. Now come on girls please release your new colleague” Jess stepped forward and removed the collar.
“My name is Mr Hu and I run this side of the establishment my partner Mr Dolcett runs the external side of the operations and that is all you need to know about us for now.”
“Why me though? I mean Chloe has been here just as long as me.? I asked.
A small outbreak of laughter followed. “Chloe’s a great girl she’s embraced her fate and really seems to enjoy it however she cannot keep her mouth shut and that’s too much of a liability on the outside. Grace was your test and Chloe had a similar one. You chose not to tell Grace a thing whereas Chloe couldn’t wait to tell the girl we put with her what was going to happen to her. In fact her taunting got so bad we had to intervene one day and dispatch the unfortunate girl early. You experienced first hand what Chloe is like and I’m sure you’d much rather be standing there instead of her.”
He was right, much as though I had accepted my fate I couldn’t help shiver every time I thought about it.
“Speaking of Chloe. Here’s some interesting news; she has just been sold as parts and I think we will use her to begin your training which I know you are going to enjoy.”
He wasn’t wrong, a sudden surge of adrenalin shot through me as I realised I was going to be able help turn that bitch into fillets, steaks, joints and offal. I just hoped I would be able to tell her. Who’s having the last laugh now I thought. She was probably wandering why I wasn’t on the screen being strapped into the frame by now.
“There’s just one more little thing” I could just make out a draw or cupboard with a light on open behind the desk and a box being pulled out.
“Please come forward and take this.” I took a couple of paces forwards and lifted a small cold polystyrene box off the desk. I stepped back and opened the lid. I gasped as I looked at the unmistakeable piece of meat sitting in the box.
There staring back at me was a prime fillet, not just any prime fillet but Grace’s prime fillet. It had obviously been frozen but still looked as beautiful as it did when it was attached to Grace.
I started thinking about how it tasted when it was a part of Grace’s body as a new hunger rose from within. I needed to taste it now!! I’m sure my own fillet was probably visibly glistening with moisture by now. Fuck Me I’m horny I thought!!
“This is our welcoming gift to you; you obviously know what that is. It is currently frozen but Jess and Vicki will show you where to thaw it out before they cook if for you tonight.”
“They will also be more than happy to answer all the questions you have as they guide you through the next part of the training. Once again welcome and I look forward to our next meeting.” The light went off and the chair spun round to face the screens.
I felt a hand either side of me gently touch the small of my back as a large door to my right opened “Lets get you kitted out then Claudia” I heard Jess say.
As I walked through the door, Grace’s frozen fillet held in both hands, I bizarrely thought back to when I was 14 and still at school. My head mistress at the time had just been giving me one of her rambling bollockings, “Claudia I don’t know what I more I can do with you, you pay no attention what so ever, I mean what on earth do you think you’ll be doing with yourself in ten years time?”
I wander what she would have done if I had said; “Miss I am going to become a wealthy cannibal who enjoys stalking, hunting, procuring, slaughtering, butchering and eating young women!!!!!”
There’s a cannibal lurking inside everyone, you just have to find it!
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