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."

[levan]

The male livestock could nothing but stare in discomfort, eyes wide open and was soon shackled to the drag chain, third in line and of course, wrapped in etching neon green depilation foam.

Two other female livestock were prepared without any incident and then it was Betty's turn.
She gave in to her fate but understandably looked very discomforted. She hoped for the extended throat treatment, since being a sex toy would be one of the better kinds of fate she could imagine.
But to her disappointment there was only one ZAAAP and soon she was lined up at the chain.
Half an hour later, the whole herd of livetock was shackled to the drag chain.
They were lovingly hosed off of the green depilation foam with ice cold water, making the nipples of anyone get hard. Every inch was cleaned closely, especially the private regions.

One of the butcher guys sighed, the other one said, "almost done." but smiled evil.

Betty shivered in horror, what would be the final step to get the group ready.

She learned soon. One of the butcher guys brought a wheeled table with a pile of metal and other things on in.
They started at the front of the line. Final step was to shove a huge anal hook up the livestock's butt, connect the hook to the neck cuff by long and sturdy wire straps and thus force the livestock to hold the head back. This also made the livestock look rather up- than forward and also expose the throad, perfect for throat cutting. Then the wrists were also tightly strapped to the hook.
Although one of the few things Betty knew was that they won't get their throat cut, it felt horrible.
The two butcher guys stepped back and looked at the results of their efforts. They seemed satisfied.
"There's always at least one per herd I'd love to take home for pleasure. But alas, I just can't afford."

There was a phone ring, and one guy approaced the intercom at the wall and answered.

He turned to the other guy and said:"Number twelve is ready, too."
The guys walked out and soon returned with the girl that panicked at the beginning of the process and subsequently was stunned and dragged away.

She seemed absent and willingless and did not offer any resistence. She was already depilated and had bruise marks all over her body. Probably she was caned or whipped all over until she broke and then prepared separately.

After she was shackled to the drag chain, one guy turned to the other while approaching a green button next to the rubber door. "Ready - steady - go?" he asked.
The other responded: "Just let me check the list for good, before we fire them up."
He checked a list he had sitting on the wheeled table.
"Oh, wait! B928461? B928461?" he said.

Betty was like in trance and only slowly realized that her number was asked for. She wiggled and tried to jump a little to raise attention.

One guy approached her with a smile and said:"B928461? Let me check..."

His smile went broader when he put his hand between her legs from behind, forcing two fingers into her pussy and protruding the tag by this. He swirled around with the fingers for an instant, which, much to her surprise, made Betty get wet instantly.

"Ay, that's B928461 indeed. Phew, thank god I checked the list again." he mumbled while showing the list to his co-worker.

Betty wondered what this was about now, prolonging the tortures again.

She was detached from the drag chain and led to the rail. The wire straps were cut and she was securely locked in bend over position again.

"Looks like you're destined to a better fate, huh?" the one butcher said.
Again he positioned himself behind Betty, reaching through her legs. With a rotating motion he rubbed his groin against her butt while he played her pussy with his fingers.

"Dirty bastard" cursed his co-worker, who approached Betty with the laser gun again.

When Betty saw the gun, she further opened her mouth willingly.
To her surprise she felt this certain tension rising in her lower body. Although her clit was completely cut out, she felt arousal. It was way different of what she used to experience before the circumcision. It was sort of deep inside her, less prominent but also extremely pleasant. And it became stronger and stronger. It felt like her whole inside getting hotter and hotter. Since she had her eyes closed, she instinctively started sucking the laser gun.

The laser guy had to strongly focus on his job, dealing with Bettys motions. He zapped several times without Betty showing any reaction and just going on.

The other guy groaned loudly and stepped back. He had a wet spot clearly visible on his pants.

"Well, today our audience got some extras, I guess", he said.

Betty made some intermittant hissing noises, sounding like a panting dog. She felt surprised that she came so close to orgasm and she felt bitterly betrayed that it didn't come in the end.

All this happened while the remaining livestock tried to cast a view from the corner of their eye. They were in sheer disbelieve but could barely move and had to wait in expectance of the horror to happen soon.

Betty was re-attached to the drag chain, the two guys smiled at each other, cross-confirmed themselves having done an excellent job again and started talking whether to spend the evening at a gentlemen's club or just go home and have another boring TV evening with the once-to-be dream girl that they wholeheartedly wished to win the livestock lottery meanwhile.

They turned to leave, and while passing the group for a final time, one of them pressed the green button, wishing the livestock an exciting journey.
For a moment it was deadly quiet again and nothing happened.

Then, a friendly chime sounded, and the drag chain softly started to move and drag the livestock towards the rubber curtain.

By the increasing volume of the hissing noises one could tell that all livestock started to hyperventilate. But nevertheless all of them advanced slowly. As if there was another option.

The first livestock disappeared through the rubber curtain and the drag chain slowed down and stopped with the second livestock's nosetip right before the rubber curtain.

Some damped noises could be heard, a little chains rattling, something dropping, finally a humming noise, then it became quiet again and after an instand the chime sounded again and the drag chain started moving.

Betty's heartbeat got faster and harder and faster and harder and soon it was her turn to pass through the rubber curtain.

Her eyes wide open with excitement and panic, she was immediately blinded by a strong light directly pointing into her face.
She could not realize almost a dozen of cameras providing close-up and wide angle views of every part of her gorgeous body.
She went through a myriad of facial expressions, showing surprise, disbelief, panic, horror, shock and excitement and many more.

Equally unnoticeable for her, a worker of the processing center stepped behind her. He held electric stunning tongs and quickly grabbed her neck with them. A red light at one handle came up for some seconds, Betty's whole body stiffened, and when the light turned off again, the shackle at the drag chain was automatically released and Betty fell to the floor like a sack of rice.
This would have been the first step in the former slaughtering process. Now her throat would have been cut and she would have been hoisted upside down to bleed.

But meanwhile this is what they internally call the money shot. The audience loves the video footage of the stunning process. Subscribers could review in slow-motion, pause, reverse and zoom in to check out any detail they wanted. There were ratings for the livestock overall, and an extra rating for the final facial expression while stunning, there is even a rating on how the stunned body drops to the conveyor. People love it.

Betty, like the other livestock, was rendered inconscious by the electrical shock. Her body was conveyed to the adjacent room, where four workers removed all the restraining materal and the anal hook and placed her into a wheeled hospital bed. Also all livestock was injected with a strong sedative to keep inconsciousness for easier handling.
Betty was then wheeled out into the corridor. Four numbered doors led to four operating rooms while another door led to the holding space.

Betty was carried into room one, where a surgeon and some staff already awaited her.
The team checked on what procedures were requested. "Oh, she's a rather lucky one. She was ordered to undergo the bi-sexual pleasure giver adaptation."

And compared to the wide variety on options, she was really lucky.

Her future owner had ordered just a few but very precise modifications.

First, the patented attitude adjustment system was to be implemented.

This is a pacemaker sized device which will be implemented underneath one's pectoral muscle, to be almost undetectable.

Especially for women it's well hidden except for the supply slot which is placed in the inframammary fold.
The supply slot holds a kind of replaceable capsule, which itself contains a total of ninety-two different hormones and drugs.
Per remote control the desired attitude change of the lifestock can be triggered and the system automatically delivers the medication cocktail needed to do so.

The device is this refined that, if you want to find your pet lying on it's back, legs wide spread and ready for penetration, you can order so.
Or face down, ass up and open. Or kneeing behind your front door in expectation of some proteine. Endless possibilities.
When empty, the supply capsule can be easily replaced at home, just by pulling the empty capsule out and pushing in a new one.

An other option for permanent attitude adjustment is actual brain surgery. But this is usually used to make lifestock permanently stupid so it behaves like actual animals.
Some people request this dumbification not only for working animals but also for sex pets, others enjoy their toy more when it still has a noticeable degree of independence and intelligence. Betty was luckily spared.

Next thing Betty had to undergo was the implementation of remote knees and hips locks.
By the push of a button in the very same app that controls the attitude adjustment system, too, her knee and hip joints independently can be locked in the current position or be unlocked.

This is sheer fun (for the owner) anytime. You can lock your toy in the splits, kneeing in front of your groins or standing on your balcony.

The very same system would also be available for the arms and shoulders, but Betty was not required to get this modification.

A little gadget was the remote eyelid control. Betty now can be blindfolded remotely, too.

Additionally, an oral cleanup was requested. It consists of removing all teeth and implementing a super soft foam denture. It looks marvellous and shines bright white but is not suited for chewing and will never hurt anything shoved into the mouth.
The second part of the oral cleanup is the removal of the uvula and the leftovers of the already severed voice chords.
All of this is done to make shoving "things" down the throat and into the esophagus as easy as possible. Again an endless source of joy.

Finally Betty was required to obtain the extended sensory deprivation control. Additionally to the remote locking of her eyelids to blindfold her, a small device attached to the brain stem allows for control of her smelling, hearing and feeling capabilities. All switched off, she would be nothing different than a totally insulated brain in the complete emptyness.
It is said that sadistic owners use the complete sensory deprivation when disposing their no longer needed toy. Some just leave it in the woods where it fades out after a while. Others use tar and feathers to create a decorative statue for their next garden party, eventually soaking the object in gas and lighting it for the finale.

One can only guess that this is not, at least yet, the new owner's intention, because they ordered the sensory deprivation control with another option: the orgasm inducer. Wether the senses are enabled or disabled, this little feature can electronically induce impulses into the brain, that feel like real excitation. So even the sensation of intense clitoral stimulation can be induced for clit-less livestock.

Another option to drive the livestock crazy - permanent orgasms while completely disconnected from the own body.

All in all it looked like the new owner learned a lot about Bettys natural depravity during her grading and tagging show and wanted her be optimized for pleasure.

When Betty gained consciousness again, everything was dark. She felt something down her throat and could finally hear some humming noises.
After a while, her eyes adapted to the relative darkness and she realized that she was tied to a hospital bed. She could only move her head a little left to right.
She seemed to be cathederized and force-fed. And ... to her disbelief she realized that there was a pretty tight, body-shaped iron cage around her - even if the ties were locked, she would barely be able to move.
After some time, Betty had no idea how long it actually was, she heard a door opening behind her and noticed the light was brightened a little bit.
A young nurse came into visibility. She smiled brightly and said:"Hey Triple Fun. You're awake, how cute. Let's free you from the tubes, and you might carefully get back on your feet. Your're scheduled for a full release check this afternoon and then we've got to get you dressed up to be picked up by your new owners this evening. But relax, only thing to do for you for the moment is to remember your name. You're no longer a number, you now are the beloved family dog by the name of Triple Fun."
The nurse went out and Betty turned her head to the left. On the bed table, she saw a lockable butt plug with a furry tail attached. And a partial head mask, to cover her mouth, with a penis gag extending to the inside, a dog's nose, her eyes left uncovered but actually cute dog's ears on top.
Her mind was spinning and she felt butterflies in her stomach.
Should, in the end, her lottery win be the beginning of something way better than expected?

Her final thought went to the male guy who was processed together with her "herd". What might have happened to him? And the others?

Betty dozed away.