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Food for Tomorrow - New girls at St Winifreds (chapter 4 of 4) by Andrew
Jay (email anc1iej (at)hotmail .  com) Codes: romance, tragedy, snuff, MF

   Copyright 2008 Andrew Jay all rights reserved.  Intended for adults
only. This text may be archived/reposted to free public access provided the
author's name, email and this notice appear in the message body.  This
story is completely fictional, fantasy and not real - doing any of this
stuff at home will hurt and is probably illegal.  If you want to use the
'universe' feel free, but please keep 'Food For Tomorrow' in the title, be
gentle with my characters, and credit myself with the idea for the
universe. No fee or service has ever been provided to the author for this
document, or for product placement.

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   A special note to readers of a nervous disposition.  Things look bad for
Kim, and there is not likely to be a sudden reprieve.  Only readers with a
strong stomach should read this chapter (although the last few paragraphs
have a nice twist if you want to skip the nasty bit).

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   Kim made her way towards the lecture hall.  She had brushed her hair,
tied it up neatly, cleaned her teeth, plucked a few stray eyebrows and was
now wearing her full school uniform including the hated hat.  She
straightened her tie which still had the three round red badges on,
indicating she was in the last month before her slaughter date was due.

   The door of the lecture room was closed, with Cassandra leaning against
it, wearing a brown cattleman's overall, smoking.  This was against all the
rules, but Kim assumed that as Cassandra made a lot of the rules it didn't
really matter.  "You are early, meat." "I didn't want to make a bad
impression by being late." "Well you cant disappoint all those people
waiting to see you bleed.  Even good old dad wanted to see you." "Dad?  My
dad is here?" Kim asked, excited.  "Not yours, mine." Cassandra could see
the blank look on Kim's face.  "My dad...  Lord Locke...I'm Cassandra
Locke, you fuckwit." "Oh." The truth dawned - Lord Locke had been part of
her servicing rota, and had seen to her a couple of times.  He had a
surgically enhanced penis which enabled him to penetrate the cervix, at the
expense of some extreme discomfort on her part.  Kim thought for a second.
"Cassandra, if you don't mind me saying, he doesn't seem the type to want
to pay for citizenship for his daughter." "Maybe you aren't such a dumb
fuckwit afterall...  You are right - he is not.  I have something on him. I
am all that stands between him and a long prison sentence, so he is
generous to me - he bought me citizenship, made sure I was made Head Girl,
and pretty much anything else I ask for." The clock bell sounded out across
the school.  "Come on meat, time to open you up." Cassandra stubbed out the
cigarette and opened the door for Kim who walked in to the hall.

   Hamish and Sam sat next to each other on the front row, holding each
other's hands.  Kim smiled to them - Hamish knew she was definitely being
slaughtered, but she hadn't let on to Sam.  She gave a reassuring smile to
the two girls also on notice of slaughter also on the front row - they
looked petrified.  Most of the rest of the seats in the auditorium were
full.  Matron was waiting in the centre of the room, and was also wearing a
brown slaughter man's uniform.  Kim kept her chin up and gave him her best
smile as her mother had instructed her to do.

   Matron spoke in an loud voice so that he could be heard by everyone. 
"Welcome, Cassandra Clarkson to this FSA testing and slaughter facility." A
small round of applause started in the audience for her.  In a quiet voice
reserved just for her, Matron said to her "Don't forget about what I said
regarding complete silence.  One whimper and Cassandra will gag you." Kim
nodded.  Then to the room again, "Please remove you hat and blazer and
expose your barcode." Kim did as she was told, placing the items carefully
on a hat stand provided for her.  She undid the buttons on her blouse and
unclipped her bra, then pulled the material to once side exposing her left
breast with her barcode on.  Matron scanned it, and the display on the
scanner showed Kim's Id, her name and `Slaughter due today'.  "Roll up your
sleeve for the blood test." She did as she was told and he swabbed the
inside of her elbow carefully before taking a small blood sample with a
syringe.  He put the syringe into the machine which started to hum.  It
seemed to take an age, but then a small piece of paper started to appear
from the front of the machine.  Kim looked at Sam, who appeared to be
praying - she suddenly felt guilty about not telling her.  Hamish was
starting resolutely ahead.

   Matron tore off the piece of paper, and read it.  Kim knew what he was
about to say.

   "Kimberley Clarkson, I hereby inform you that on this, the nominated day
of your slaughter under the `Food for Tomorrow' laws as passed and amended
by act of parliament, your blood test shows that you are not pregnant, so
will indeed be slaughtered.  I am pleased to inform you however that there
are no signs of disease, infirmity or disorder which may have rendered your
carcass inedible." A brief murmur went around the room.  Sam was crying
onto Hamish's shoulder, whose expression had not changed.  "Please remove
the rest of your clothes." Kim took the rest of her clothes off, and hung
them on the hat stand, revealing her hairless nakedness to the rest of the
room, and there was another short bout of murmuring from the audience.

   "Please stand on the metal plate." Matron looked as if he was willing
her to do just that.  Kim hadn't told anyone she was going to be un-stunned
- she could just do as he asked and that would be the end of it.  No pain.
"I want to be un-stunned." She said in a loud clear voice.  "To be clear
Miss Clarkson, you have, in front of these witnesses asked not to be
stunned.  Is that correct?" "Yes Matron." The murmur of the audience turned
into a roar for a few minutes, but Matron let it die down.  "Very well,
this slaughter will be un-stunned.  Hold your hands together above your
head with your thumbs crossed" Kim complied, and Cassandra used what looked
like a cable tie to bind her thumbs together.  "Lie on the floor and I will
attach the shackles to your ankles." she instructed.  The task
accomplished, someone pushed a button, and Kim was lifted into the air by
an electric winch until she was hanging with her bound hands above her head
and just above the floor.  The shackles had a metre long metal bar between
them so that when the woman was raised, there was unrestricted access to
the anus.

   Kim could still see the rest of the room, albeit upside down.  Hamish
had his arm around Sam now who was sobbing, but watching.

   Matron's voice above her said "I will now commence the slaughter." He
bent down next to her face and gave a re-assuring smile, which she
attempted to return.  She felt the knife press against the side of her
neck, then she felt it suddenly break the skin.  It didn't hurt very much
but she was aware of warm liquid running down the side of her face and
dripping into a tray beneath her where she could see a pool of blood
forming.  Matron quickly moved to the other side of her neck and she felt
his blade cut into her again.

   This was it.

   She was being killed.

   She felt a surge of panic, and wanted to put her hands over her wounds.
She struggled futilely against her bonds, but soon she became too tired to
struggle any more and the panic passed.

   Her feet were starting to feel cold.  There was quite a lot of blood in
the tray beneath her head now.  She saw matron's shoes as he approached her
again.

   She felt the next cut.  Matron had run his blade down from her pubic
bone to the apex of her rib cage.  It hurt.  It really hurt.  She really
wanted them to stop now - to be stunned instead, but it was too late.  She
felt some pulling on her tummy, then a strange feeling as if she were
having a bowel movement - she knew she wasn't but when she managed to move
her head enough to see, she realised Matron's hand was in inside her body,
inside the long gaping wound in her tummy.  Then she felt the most horrific
pain as Matron cut around her anus, ready to remove her intestines.  She
wanted to shout at them to stop, but the strength to do that had left her
now, and she only managed to open her mouth in a long silent scream.  Some
more pulling inside her body and Matron removed her intestines in their
entirety and placed them in a tray in front of her.  "I will wait for her
to stop breathing before I remove her heart and lungs" matron announced to
the room.  Kim wished nothing more than to stop breathing, but it wasn't as
simple as that.  She clearly heard Cassandra hissing into Matron's ear "You
idiot, you didn't cut her throat deep enough - one side has nearly stopped
bleeding." "I know...  I realised when I sliced her abdomen, she was
bleeding way to much." he whispered back.  "So cut her again.  We are going
to be here all night like this." "I cant - it's the first rule they teach
you - `never go back to the same cut twice'." "Shall I put the kettle on
while we wait for this meat to die?" Cassandra replied sarcastically. 
"Give me your knife." Matron was too shallow to stand up to Cassandra and
he discretely passed her his thin bladed, ultra sharp knife.  Cassandra
knelt down is if to listen to Kim's back for signs of breathing, then Kim
felt a sharp stabbing pain in her upper back, which grew a whole lot worse
when Cassandra gave the blade a twist.  Blood poured from Kim's still
pumping heart into her lungs through the gaping hole that had just been
made.  If Kim could have coughed, she would have, but as it was she could
just splutter a sudden rush blood from her mouth.  "Thank goodness" thought
Kim, "Cassandra did something useful at last." After a few seconds, she
heard Cassandra say loudly.  "Her heart has stopped now, Matron." She could
feel Matron's knife cutting though the cartilage of her breastbone, but
oddly, it didn't hurt anymore - no more than cutting her fingernails.  She
could see Matron reaching into her chest cavity, and with a few more tugs
and cuts he withdrew her heart and lungs and placed them in the organ tray.
The voices were becoming less distinct now, but she heard Matron say "Move
her onto the butchery table and we will remove the meat her dad wants."

   She knew she was being moved to the slab, but she could see herself as
if she were standing with Cassandra.  She could feel herself being cut as
they removed her buttock, but it didn't concern her anymore.  She stepped
back to look at the audience.  There was Hamish...  handsome as ever.  Sam,
looking radiant in her pregnancy as she made love with Hamish.  Dad was
here!  Why didn't she see him before!  She wished she could hug him, but
she didn't want to disturb Martha who was staring lovingly and reassuringly
stroking her enlarged stomach, watching him drink from Casey's milky
breasts.

   She felt herself being turned over and Cassandra begin to remove her
reproductive organs.  She stepped back further into the audience.  Mum! 
Her mother was here too!  She wasn't dead!  The man next to her was
servicing her.  Kim had never felt happier.

   Her mother winked at her as she ground herself onto the short fat man
who was servicing her.  Kim seemed to be drifting further and further back
into the room, her thoughts becoming jumbled.  She barely caught the words
"Take her head off now." but by now she was too far away to see anything.
To far to see or hear anything.

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   Cassandra had never actually taken a life before.  It was the most
thrilling thing she had ever done.  To take a living, breathing girl, slide
a knife into her heart and watch her die...  Her cunt was dripping wet. 
She needed relief now!

   As soon as the formalities with the meat were over, she virtually
dragged Matron into a nearby supply room.  "Fuck me now!" she ordered. 
"You know I have wanted to since you were twelve..." Matron began.  "Just
do it!" They tore at each other's clothes until they were naked, then
Matron fucked her on an old desk.  "Harder!  Fucker me Harder!" she
shouted. He wasn't going to turn down rough sex with the hottest girl in
the school.  He drove into her as hard as he could.  He could see it was
hurting her, but she was getting off on it too.  She was already dripping
wet before he had even started, and she soon climaxed.  And again.  When
she came for the third time, he joined her, releasing his seed deep inside
her.

   As Cassandra dressed, and made her way back to her personal quarters,
something unexpected happened.  Inside her, a single sperm had joined with
an egg.  A short time later, the egg had divided into two cells, later
still and it divided again.  Soon the small cluster of cells would implant
into her uterus.  Cassandra was to become the thing she most despised.  A
breeder.  

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