A Future Horror Story

A Horror Story of the future of human kind.

PROLOGUE.

The year is 2045.To combat global warming coupled with population being expanding and out of control, the British Government has implemented radical, unpopular and unwelcome methods.

No beef cattle are now slaughtered; dairy cows being only allowed for milk production with pigs of heritage breeds the only ones allowed to eat waste food. Sheep are allowed only for wool and to graze in areas needing them. Vegan and vegetarianism are of course also encouraged.

The method of keeping the population under control and provide meat where needed by the population, a system of restricting families to children of either sex and a number of girls between 18 and 30 years of age, who are single will be culled. This will be achieved by registration for meat production, selection being by a computer draw using social security numbers as a lottery. Compensation is paid where appropriate, to a benefactor often a parent, and also if the girl is in employment an amount will be due to the employer to cover loss of that employee pending replacement.

There is also running alongside that scheme a system of tagging where if in a relationship, the male partner is issued one tag to be used with a girlfriend or unmarried partner. The girl in that case once tagged has to report to a processing centre, but a different one to the process mentioned above.

Once in either system once the girl has reached 30 years of age, she is released from either system to continue their lives without the threat of culling.

Klara has had a really bad day, at the bank where she is a data analyst, and has arrived home to her flat which she maintains with her mother Sarah, and she sees letters on the dining table which she supposes are bills as usual. Sarah has not yet arrived home from her job as a consultant at the Processing centres, where the girl meat is processed. They both live in a flat in West London at Hammersmith and get on well together. Sarah is divorced from her husband Bob, who is not Klara's father as that husband passed away not long after Klara was born, who works at the Processing centre as well but is one of the butchers there along with his brother Bryan.

Sitting down Klara takes off her shoes and feeling like a drink she opens a bottle of red wine, from Australia. This has been recommended to her by her work colleague Amanda, with whom she has worked for some years enjoying their time together. Her feet ache after a long journey home on the Circle line and starts, sipping her wine, to think about starting on their dinner. She looks in the freezer and finds a couple of girl steaks which she thinks will fit the bill as she doesn't fancy lamb tonight. She will wait until her mother gets home before dealing with the air fryer which they both use, although this method of cooking is largely becoming redundant as lasers are used increasingly to cook the meat. In the main girl meat is not marketed as such but is simply "meat" with the cuts therefore offered to choice. But of course, everyone knows how it is sourced.

She feels she had better look at her mail and an envelope has now come to her attention addressed to her and not her mother as usually is the case being responsible for the bills.

The post mark is that of an area nearby but she is intrigued by the description on the top of the envelope.

A long time ago having reached the age of 18 Klara was compelled to register to become meat if required by lottery to do so. Although like many of those thought it more likely they would get money from the Lottery numbers coming up, than to be selected for the scheme, which of course would involve a person's death.

Her mother at that moment walked through the door and greeted Klara warmly with a hug, "what kind of day have you had," Klara replied "a lousy one we lost a great deal of credits on a reckless investment made by my colleague which I then had to sort out, which took up most of my afternoon, so no I am not in the best of moods"

"We have some mail and there is something from the Ministry of Meat. Any ideas?"

Her mother blanched and suggested to Klara that she should sit down. "I am hoping it isn't what I think it is, but I guess we will still need to open it."

As the envelope was addressed to her Klara slit the top to get at the contents. She unfolded it carefully and starting to read saw it was from the Ministry of Population and Meat. She screamed as she read on that her social security number had been drawn a few days before and she would now be required to report on the 8

th

April 2045 to the Glenville Processing Centre in Bury St Edmunds for processing.

She sat with the letter in her hands and passed it to her mother who started crying. "I see the results of these letters every day when I am called to protest on the recipient's behalf usually to no avail." "You mean there's no way out from this, I'm doomed." shouted Klara.

"Do I have to go? What are the penalties for non-compliance Mum?"

"Severe I am afraid to say, they do have the right to come after the family which could mean me being executed and any family, we have close to us, they really want you to go. It also doesn't matter how useful the girl is to the job she does and the nation as a whole, and I rather think that whilst your job is important to the bank, there are others to replace you."

"It says I will need to get my affairs in order which I guess involves a will, and contacting banks etc to tell them of the situation I am now in."

"No appeal ever has been successful so we will need to do as suggested and which I advise girls to do every day, in my consultant capacity to the centre."

"So that's it I'm done for to be butchered, killed and chopped up into meat cuts to be sent to supermarkets for the population to eat. I think I really don't fancy my dinner now put the steaks back in the freezer you can have them after I go."

"We can deal with this together and I will help pay for a holiday for you and your boyfriend to go to somewhere hedonistic where you can have sex as often as possible for your final couple of weeks alive. I am sorry to be matter of fact about this, but everyone know they have to live with the risk that you could be selected so it has always been there at the back of our minds, although not thought about nor talked about."

"Yes, I will phone Mark to tell him but I won't see him tonight, I need to get my head round all this and just want to curl up with you, in a few last moments we'll have together."

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The fateful day dawned cloudy but dry so Klara wore the least amount of clothing possible to the Processing centre. She faced a long Tube journey to Liverpool St station where she boarded a train for Bury St Edmunds. Although her mother had offered to take her on one of her days at the centre Klara felt that wasn't fair on her mother, and had said her goodbyes to her and other relatives and friends, since her holiday with Mark. That had been amazing the sex had been as hoped for and she had had several multiple orgasms which she had not previously experienced, maybe the urgency of the circumstances was to blame. She had told Mark to ensure he found a 30-year-old girlfriend so this would not happen to him again, and he had someone in mind at his work, Klara did not wish to know more but was comforted, as she loved Mark that he would be ok for sex once she had gone.

She made her ponderous way from the station through the car park, thinking it a bit like going to the doctors really, before finding the entrance. An attractive girl in a blue and white dress, was hovering outside the doors clutching what appeared to be her letter, as Klara followed a girl in jeans and a white top. She got to behind this girl who waited patiently in the queue. Other girls went up to the desk clerk to register their attendance and eventually it was Klara's turn. She produced the letter and identification and was asked to confirm her beneficiary of the monies that were paid for the sacrifice the girls were making.

All the formalities over she was asked to take a seat in the waiting area, which she did. She noticed that as she approached it a no entry sign which said no one was allowed apart from similar girls like herself to gain admission. She found a seat; after clocking she was in company with about 7 other girls. She sat next to a girl who was quiet, but perked up when she saw Klara, and introduced herself as Laura, and Klara replied with her name.

Looking round she saw with horror that her work colleague Amanda was also there and was amazed to see her. All she felt able to do was a gentle wave, as she was pretty miffed after she had had to sort out Amanda's mess at the bank but was sorry nevertheless to see her in the same position she was in, the bank would be down two employees it seemed.

She had enough on her mind, and then the girl who had been in front of her in the signing in queue now sat beside her after checking the seat was free. Again, Klara introduced herself to this girl wo told her that her name was Sally she was a talkative person and was an escort for a sex company who, because a lot of the young girls were now meat, men had to employ the services of her and others working with her.

Klara noticed the others in the room where opposite was an Italian girl who wore her hair in a bun, next to a girl with a very white complexion who looked crestfallen at being there. To her right was an Indian girl with long flowing black hair and a pink top revealing a marvellous figure. Klara herself was tall and reasonably proportioned with short ginger hair with a head band to keep it under control. Her clothes were modest as she probably wouldn't be wearing them after today although she had no information as to what happened to them. Another girl with red hair sat on the right of Amanda and it was clear they had formed some sort of bond.

Two other new arrivals came into the room, the girl in the blue and white dress, Klara had seen earlier and another in an orange top which had a motif saying she was tagged, although Klara didn't know what that meant and she wasn't going to ask.

A short while and a lady in a blue smock came to another exit and asked them all to follow her. A girl who had been out of Klara's sight before and had been sitting to Laura's left, followed first with the rest going with her.

Klara let Amanda go ahead as she really didn't wish to get into conversation with her, as they had previously parted on difficult terms. Sally fell in next to Klara and they exchanged conversation about where they were headed and if either of them knew anything about the procedure they were facing.

Eventually they reached what appeared to be a girl's school changing room with lockers set into one of the walls and benches around the rest of the large room. They were instructed to get undressed of their outdoor clothes and place them in a locker each. Once done to get a shower but to be quick about it. Klara found that they were expected after their shower to put on their bra and pants if they were wearing any, but if not to put some form of basic covering on.

The girls found spots on the benches around the room and Sally sat next to Klara which provided some welcome company for her. The red-haired girl sat to Klara's right and the Indian girl to her right. Amanda, Klara noticed sat almost as far from her as she could next to the blue and white dress girl and the pale complexion girl. Sally had very big breasts and Klara felt rather horny when she looked at her, although her own were not small by any means. Also, whilst in the shower feelings seeing various asses made her feel they were desirable, not having had any experience other than a man's butt.

Once they were settled Laura asked the room as a whole that she wished she knew what was to happen to them, and the red-haired girl told them all and responding to Laura in particular her name was Red, and said "I've heard on TV that they cut our throats. Hang us upside down draining us and then go to a different section to be chopped up!"

"I really didn't want to know how we would be slaughtered," said Klara, and Laura said "If that is so the day couldn't get any worse if that's true. To be hung by our feet and blead out like a worm on a hook! How do you know that stuff anyway?"

"Watching documentaries a lot of the time, and yes, that won't be happening anymore, will it"

Various thoughts were expressed about how they would die, and as it gradually got colder another point was made about their flesh which would shortly made into meat, would be better preserved if colder body temperatures were experienced by the girls. Klara also saw that the girl who claimed she had been tagged was no longer in evidence anywhere in the room and perhaps that had caused the delay whilst she was dealt with whatever it was.

Klara's tits were now freezing and her nipples had become erect despite wearing the least clothing possible a very skimpy bra and she felt most uncomfortable.

Turning to Sally "you said you were an escort what experience did you have with girls? They don't appear to be in any hurry to kill us, do you think you could give my tits a suck and maybe my pussy as it is the last form of sex, I'm gonna have?" "Yes, as we seem to know each other better even in the last hour or so I'd be happy to, but will need to stop when they come for us"

She got off the bench and came over to Klara, and taking her own bra off, although it was now very cold found Klara's tits in her mouth and sucked hungrily on them and Klara groaned with pleasure. At the same time Sally's hand found her pussy under her pants and stroked the shaved clit when she could and gradually Klara felt a release of her feelings. The girls nearby didn't watch although there was no privacy but averted their eyes, perhaps feeling jealous.

Klara came with an orgasm pretty quickly as having had a week of virtually non-stop sex in Ibiza she did not find difficulty in getting aroused with Sally. Once she felt comforted, she bent down and her mouth found Sally's large tits, and sucked hard, at the same time as Sally was stroking her clit, and sally also groaned with pleasure. Once Sally left Klara, she got to one side whilst Klara felt her pussy, and reciprocated the sex act to which Sally moaned once more, as they embraced each other pawing at each other's sex. Now it was really cold and their wants satisfied, th4ey sat with together in each other's arms. Red now piped up" You won't want to hear this but I understand the reason for the cold is that a couple of degrees lost in our body temperatures, will mean our meat is better preserved giving more time to butcher us." The whole room groaned at this information, as Red pointed at the coolers on the wall.

Sally said" I'm really getting nervous; it is really shit keeping us waiting" "Yes, I know I feel the same babe"

After about an hour of experiencing the cold temperatures, which they all found uncomfortable a staff lady entered and informed them that all was now ready for them and to follow her. This they did, Sally from her group went ahead of Klara but she noticed Amanda, with her strawberry blonde hair although in front of her, had now hung back perhaps thinking that the back of the queue would prolong her life somehow. An observation Klara made whilst Amanda had been beside her, was how small her ass was in contrast to the others in front of her, and as they rounded a bend in the tiled corridor, Klara espied a possible device she knew to be a guillotine. Which sent waves of Antarctic sensations through her whole body.

So, it looked like it was to be it instrument of their death, but maybe that would happen after they had suffered any method of being killed, hanged, shot, or lethal injection, but she knew it would be the guillotine as any other method would affect the quality of the meat, with contamination.

The girls are now told to remove what clothing they are still wearing as they need to be naked for the next part of the process.

They were formed into another queue and were greeted by a butcher who Klara saw was her divorced stepfather and his brother. He acknowledged them and as the first in the queue a long black-haired girl was now selected. This was the girl who had gone first from the waiting room, and then from the undressing area, and Klara could only surmise her wish to get it all over with.

"Right then shall we get this party started," the butcher said, "come and lie on the bench for me" "Oh God" she uttered as he grabbed her arm steering her to the bench. She knelt and then lay on the bench, putting her head through the lunette and was asked to place her hands behind her back. There was a sudden click as the lunette was primed and a whoosh and the guillotine blade crashed down onto the girl's neck.

Klara watched mesmerised by what was happening which was in full view of them all and everyone gasped as the realisation hit home as to how they would die. Klara gave Sally's hand a squeeze to give her courage which she really didn't feel herself.

The girl's body was now collected by the butchers with blood still streaming in a bloody neck and taken to a table. It appeared after a while that hooks were placed through her ankles before being hoisted up to be conveyed to an area where it could drain freely. Klara said to herself, at least now I know how I'm gonna get killed, by getting my head chopped off. Great'

Red who was in front of the small group, was now next in line and she looked on with rising panic. The butcher approached her and told her to come with him. "Nooo not me I'm not going to be meat, find someone else, I'm not doing it" "Come on now don't resist it will be easier for you if you come on now". "NO, I'M NOT MEAT FIND SOMEONE ELSE FIRST" she shouted, "I will not come" as her arms were now grabbed by both the butchers.

"Actually, you will find it much better to come with us, it will be over very quickly and you won't even know it's happened." Red sighed as they help her arms, and sniffing she said

"Oook" and allowed herself to be placed on the bench and then as the butcher suggested her head was off in a trice before she had had time to put her hands behind her back.

"Crikey, "said one butcher to the other "that was undignified, thought we had a fight on our hands there." They lifted her off the bench and carried her to the table for lifting into the conveyor system. At this point Klara observed that there was now a lot of blood around the table and on the floor, 'with all of us this place is gonna get messy'

At this point the staff member who was accompanying them told the rest of the girls, that they should not resist, as what will happen is going to whether they like it or not and it will be better for everyone if you all just do as you are told and have some dignity about how it happens.

After clearing up, Laura who was now front girl realised the butcher was coming for her. She turned and said how she had enjoyed meeting all the ladies and would see them on the other side.

Turning back to the butchers she said "I'm ready for you to cut off my head now." The butcher replied "Ok then my lovely let's get you sorted." Laura placed herself on the bench and was asked to move forward just a little to get her neck through the lunette. Her head was now ready for the blade when it would fall. There then followed a most bizarre conversation between the two butchers regarding a wedding one had been to and it transpired that at the wedding meal the organisers had roasted one of the bridesmaids. She had tasted delicious and further comments were passed about the cuts of meat enjoyed. All this is occurring whilst the blade is awaiting Laura's neck. However, they resumed their duties and very quickly the usual click came and down the blade came, hurtling down, severing her head.