Bettys fate - Continuation of "Betty got tagged"

[levan]

Many years ago I found the fictional story of Betty, who was degraded to human lifestock and prepared to be processed.
The story involved fgm, lesbian sex and some things I did not actually like.
But I was somehow addicted and over the years I had an idea to continue the storyline.
Find the original here:
https://www.scribd.com/document/4759...-Gets-Tagged-F

And this is my contribution:


I'm not a fan of cannibalism, but "Betty gets tagged" has captivated me since I first read it a long time ago. I always thought of an ending that was not too brute, so now I do it myself.


Betty's processing day

The past three weeks seemed surreal to Betty. She went to work as ordered and tried just not to realize what happened around her. Her colleagues treaded her as if nothing special, but behind her back, of course there was a lot of chit chat. And you can tell, that especially the male colleagues enjoyed the sight of her beatuiful body, being exposed all day.
Her boss enjoyed having her pick up all kinds of stuff from the floor, so Betty had either to squat or to bend down, exposing her tagged labia or her delicate butt.
She focussed her mind on simply ignoring all the stares.
On the weekends, she just stayed at home, mostly watching TV and trying to avoid thinking about what was to come. She had cut off all ties to friends and family since she didn't want to bother with anyone. And that worked out rather well.

But then came "the" day. Betty went to work, the last shift ever, and still tried not to think about her after work appointment. Deep inside, she was still upset that she was ordered to work the whole day and then report for processing.
Her colleagues could not resist to humilate her for a final time. While most of the day passed as usual, at 4pm they brought in a big "farewell" cake with candles and stuff and had some confetti to celebrate her farewell. FareWELL, how ironic. But to their disappointment, Betty had given in to her fate. She stayed all calm, did not respond to some nasty remarks, actually hat a piece of cake and a glass of champagne, and left half past five, just giving a common see you and waving goodbye.

But when she had turned around the corner, heading to the processing center, Betty couldn't hold back. She burst out in tears and pitied herself. She had to sit down on some stairs for an instant. All the questions, why me, what will happen, will it hurt and how much, it was a horror.

Some people passed without taking any notice, and when a clock chimed 6pm, Betty was too exhausted to resist. She stood up and started walking what would be her last walk ever. She was dazed, her head was empty, she just walked on, like a zombie, remote-controlled.

Without any hesitation she entered the processing center. As if she wouldn't be involved in any way. She walked straight up to the reception counter, without giving any notice to the "livestock" sitting on some bare concrete benches in the lobby.
The employee just nodded at her. A note on the counter said: all livestock is required to identify without any further notice.
Betty took her ID and the "Report for processing notice" out of her purse and passed it over.

The employee checked her data with the computer, nodded again and then, to Betty's horror disposed both the notice and the ID to a shredder beneath her desktop. "Wait over there", she said, without raising her head. That was it. Betty was no longer existing. Her ID gone, she had nothing left to identify her as a human being.

Betty stepped over and took a seat on an empty concrete bench. She now started to get nervous, no matter how she calmed herself before. She started to look around for the first time, and, with a a glance of hope flickering in her mind, checked the entrance door.
To her own surprise she realized two security guards she did not notice before, standing left and right to the door, armed with a gun and teaser each. Escape didn't seem to be an option. She glanced at the other livestock. In total it was eleven female and one male waiting. Alle the females were rather young and above average looking. Betty pitied the waste of lifes, including her own.
Then her eyes were contracted by the male. He actually had a stunning body, athletic and well defined, probably not older than 25 and an angel face, blonde haired and bright blue eyes. Although Betty knew that only convicted felons who committed serious crimes were assigned to win the livestock lottery, she felt with him, especially considering the procedures done to males during the tagging show.
Not only had his nipples been pierced with huge rings, attached to cowbells like hers, but also a ring similar to those used to lead breeding bulls was pierced throug his septum. As it was mandatory for male livestock, all teeth had been pulled but replaced by a soft filler to prevent the lips from sagging in.
But the worst part of the male tagging procedure was the complete removal of the genitals. It was carried out in several steps, just to maximize the pain and to entertain the audience. Usually, at first the scrotum was bound to suppress blood circulation. Then the glans was cut off, often by using a spring loaded guillotine type device. After cauterizing the penis stump, the scrotum binding was removet to let the blood circulate and induce more pain. Now the scrotum was cut open using an electric scalpel that automatically cauterized the cut. The testicles were squeezed out and left dangling on the sperm tubes, then then penis stump was cut off, again some measures to stop bleeding, then the testicles cut off and finally all excessive skin including the now empty scrotum removed and the left over seams stitched together, only to thread another heavy steel ring through the skin, to attach the mandatory tag.

Betty instinctively felt attracted to that guy, both, to protect him and to get protected. Then her thougts drifted off to what will happen to all of the group soon.

When the lottery was installed, it had two main objectives. First, the human population should be reduced and second the lottery livestock was supposed to provide meat for the starving people.
With the food supplys re-improving after the crisis and the fact, that after a while everyone knew a lottery winner and thought about having loved ones on the dinner table, the interest in lottery meat dropped to zero.
Alternative uses were considered like food supply for Africa or producing dog food, but in the end it turned out that it did not make any sense to produce human meat any more.
On the other hand, the whole show about grading, tagging and eventually processing turned out to be a huge cash machine. And the show must go on...

So the idea was born, not to kill the livestock while processing, but to transform it to working animals or pets. During the period between tagging and processing date, the livestock was offered for sale during online auctions. The winner of each auction could choose on how he wanted his livestock to be processed.

Not much was known about what the actual processing was like, most of the processed livestock was never seen again and only some of the pet animals were seen in public again, usually on a leash and walking on all fours, head covered in a dog, cat or horse like mask, with or without blindfolds, sometimes squeezed in super tight corsets, sometimes completely naked, and fitted with a tail fixed to a butt plug.

But the processing center waiting area (referred to as holding pen) and the beginning of the processing line were monitored by cameras and the live streams were publically available.

Suddenly, a horn honked, and the double doors marked "Authorized Personnel Only" opened with a mechanical clang. Betty was abruptly jolted from her thoughts, jumped up in alarm, and began to hyperventilate.

She barely noticed what was behind the doors. One could see a room, approximately 6 metres square, white tiles on walls and floor and very well lit. On the left were some cabinets for materials.
In the middle, there was a grate on the floor. Above it was a railing with some clamps on it, and next to it on the side was a neatly coiled hose. Presumably for cleaning purposes.
And on the right ... well, there was a vertically mounted chain that led from front to the rear of the room, where it exited through a rubber curtain that shielded off whatever was behind.
While it was motionless now, the chain was intended to go round endlessly and in turn drag whatever was affixed to it, behind that curtain. Obviously the start of the processing line and one could tell that behind the rubber curtain was the place where once the actual slaughtering took place. Behind the curtain was no more video surveillance because it was considered to gruesome, especially with the intention to sell the meat for nutrition.

Betty looked around in panic, wondering what was to happen next. Two men entered the waiting room through a door on the left. They wore white shirts, white pants, rubber boots, white aprons, white caps, carried cattle prods and looked exaktly like butchers.

Betty stood there like frozen and didn't barely breathe meanwhile. The men went behind the group, pointing the cattle prods towards the preparation room.

This was when one girl totally freaked out. She started screaming, cursing and shouting, attacking one of the butchers with her bare fists. The guy, however, seemed to be used to scenes like this. He seemed not involved at all, just raised an eyebrow and glanced to the guards at the front door. The guard closer to the panicking girl immediately came into action.
He drew the taser and fired it to the girl's butt cheek from near. A buzzing electric sound could be heard, and the girl went quiet and paralyzed immediately. After an instant, she went limp and fell to the floor, shaking and shivering but seemingly inconscious.

Now the two butcher guys looked a little annoyed. One went back behind the door where they came from and soon returned, carrying a device that looked like a logging tongs with a gripper on the one and two handles on the other end. The butchers grabbed the inconscious girl's neck with the tongs and pulled her through the side door, out of sight. They returned shortly afterwards.

The butchers didn't talk, but obviously this wasn't the first batch of livestock they had to prepare. One of them went behind of one girl which was already close to the preparation but hesitant to move in. He barely touched her butt with the cattle prod and she reluctantly moved forward, into the room. The whole scene was dead silent now.
With a skilled motion, the guy advancing the first girl picked a neck cuff from the table next to the rail in the middle of the room and put it around the girl's neck, pulling her down to bend over the rail. Now the second guy stepped in, the guards securing the group from behind.

The girl's wrists and ankles were quickly fixed to the rail using the various cuffs, so she stood there, bent down and legs wide spread. One of the guys picked an electric hair clipper from the cabinets while the other grabbed the hose, which had a kind of smoothly rounded steel nozzle at the end, and shoved the nozzle up the girl's rectum, which made her groan loudly.

"Sanitaryness is extremely important for quality products", the guy said and opened a valve at the hose. The girl started to move against her restraints and made some sounds of displeasure.
"Man, keep to the official procedures, we should silence her first", the other guy said. He turned to the cabinets and got a device, somewhat looking like a light gun.
The two guys approached the bound girl, one pulling her head up to the neck. She automatically opened her mouth and the other guy shoved the strange device deep into her mouth. "Laser gun" he said. "With a cam and monitor. I can adjust it precisely to your voice chords and you'll be much more enjoyable soon. Without a voice."
While talking, he adjustet the position of the device a little, looking at the monitor on the rear end. Then there as a ZAAAP sound an a little smell of burnt flesh.
He removed the device from her throat. The girl grimaced and made very slight intermittend hissing noises but did not vocalize otherwise. Job done.

It was only seconds later, when she cramped and began unloading both her stomach and her bowels. The hose shot out of her butt, and only experience and a very quick motion made one of the guys catch it and avoid it spilling around uncontrolled.
It took only an instant for the girl to become limp again, and she hang there, exhausted.
The hose guy said that the effectiveness of the cleansing detergent surprised him every single time it comes to use. He shoved in the hose again, mentioning that this time it would only provide fresh water with a mild desinfection solution, just for completely rinsing the whole inside.
He used one knee to press the girl against the rail and suppress further movement, then he opened the valve a little further, complaining that this step always needs too much time to finish.
The finish, that was when the girl started spilling water from her mouth like a fountain.
"We should use baby oil for the detailling - she would be shining from ass to mouth at the inside.", the hose guy joked.
Final step was the full body depilation. The shearing machine was used to cut down the hair on her head.
The girl struggled and grimaced silently, but exhausted as she was now, was released from the cuffs, dragged over to the drag chain at the right wall and shackled in pole position to the chain by her neck cuff.
Then the guys approached her with a foam gun and wrapped her in some neon green foam, head to toe. "Chemical hair remover. A little bit stingy, but very thoroughly. And permanent. Smooth and clean forever."

The foam gun placed aside, the two men turned to the remaining livestock. They selected another very cute redhead girl and led her to the rail by her arms.

The rest of the herd watched silently but in horror. The whole process was repeated on the redhead girl. It barely took five minutes, then it was the male's turn.

During the voice chord treatment, one guy said, "oh, wait, this one is supposed to get the extended procedure."
The guy holding the livestock's head strenghtened his grip, while the one operating the laser gun re-adjusted and zapped several times. Then the gripper guy released and padded the head, whispering:"lucky bastard, you. You just got all your nerves in your throat permanently numbed by laser. Obviously your new owner intends to shove things down your throat frequently. You'll be a cute play toy, I guess."