"The letter, mass execution « on: January 15, 2012, 07:33:25"
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The letter, mass execution
« on: January 15, 2012, 07:33:25 am »
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This story is pure fiction and contains sex and extreme violence.

Sandy was a pretty young girl who’d just turned 18 when she received the letter. The letter as it was referred to ever since the government decided to actively address the problem of the female surplus in the general population. Women and girls over 18 are sent a letter in which they are summoned for termination.

She was surprised, but on the other hand expected it; seventy percent of the women are summoned, and since she turned 18 last week, she too could receive The Letter.

The letter mentioned that she was expected to report tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. She would then be legally declared dead. Light attire was required, and any hair growth below the neck was not allowed.

Sandy could hardly believe they were going to terminate her. She was so young and still had an entire life ahead of her, but now she realised that tomorrow, she would die.

The next morning her mother woke her at seven. “Get up dear, you have to go in a few hours.” Sandy took a nice, hot shower and shaved her legs. She also removed a few hairs from between her legs and looked at her pussy. Never used, she thought to herself.

After washing herself she decide what to wear on her day of reckoning. She decided on a short pair of jeans, a bright top and her white sneakers. She went down to the dining room where she joined her mother for a sandwich and tea. Her mother didn’t seem too impressed with her daughter being terminated, and was secretly glad with the ample compensation.

Sandy had to take the train to get to the processing centre. Luckily, her letter allowed her to free access to public transportation. She didn’t stand out on the train and kept her eyes to herself until the conductor came and had to show her letter. People started whispering as they knew she wouldn’t make it to the end of the day. She wished the earth would swallow her; men kept staring at her with a randy look.

Then she arrived at the station, and on the platform she was approached by another girl. “I see you got the letter, too”, the girl said.

“Oh, you did too?” Sandy replied.

The girl’s name was Marilyn and was 19 years old, with dark hair and dark eyes, and she too received her letter the day before. They decided to stick together.

They had to get to the bus that would take them to processing, and many girls were waiting already; they barely all fitted on the bus. Sandy caught a seat and Marilyn stood between her legs. Some girls were pressed against the doors. During the ride everybody talked about what would happen to them, but despite all the stories and rumours, nobody knew for sure. One was certain they’d be put in a gas chamber, while another predicted a life of slave labour.

Once at the factory, Sandy and Marilyn had to stand in line. Hundreds of women were waiting, and the busses kept unloading more women. Sandy looked at her letter; she had to report at entrance C, just like Marilyn.
Once inside they were told to strip naked. Sandy glanced at Marilyn, but she’d already started, like all the others. Sandy took off her shoes first and dropped them in a bin. Her shirt followed, then she let her jeans drop to the floor. Then her nickers.

She’d never been naked in front of a stranger before, and now there were dozens. Another naked girl approaches her and asks her to come with her. She suddenly realises she’s looking at Marilyn; she’d barely recognised her without her clothes.

With only their letters in their hands they report at the reception where a woman wearing a military outfit takes her letter and looks at Sandy.

“You are now legally declared dead. All your rights are null and void. Move on.”

Marilyn follows and joins Sandy in the next room. There they come to a long file of naked women and are jammed between bodies and fences. Every now and then they spot a body next to a fence. Sandy feels Goosebumps creeping over her body and realises that as of now, she is nothing more than a piece of meat.

After a few hours between the fences they arrive in a large hall where bodies disappear into a machine. None, however, come out. Marilyn turns to Sandy.

“This is it…” They give each other a final hug. Sandy is up first as two women put her on the machine.

“Arms to your body,” one of the women calls. Sandy feels the cold steel on her back and puts her arms to her sides, waiting for what is to come. It feels like an eternity.

Suddenly she feels she is being tied with a piece of tape, just under her breasts, then across her belly. Her arms are tight against her body. Then her legs are tied just above her knees and around her ankles. She’d expected a death blow, but now realises she had a while longer to live. The machine drops her body out the back into a large steel container filled with other bodies. Shortly after she sees Marilyn falling out the machine and plopping down next to her.

“Marilyn, I’m over here!” she calls out. Marilyn tries to move towards Sandy and ends up half on top of her. The container slowly fills with bodies, and the girls feel the pressure from the bodies above, and they see less and less. Sandy now has her  face stuck just below another girl’s butt.

“What are they going to do to us?” Sandy asks Marilyn.

“We’ll never survive this anyway, they want to transport us so we’ll stay fresh longer. But it doesn’t matter if you choke or not because we’re dead either way.”, Marilyn sys.

The container starts moving with a jolt, and all the moving and pressure drives many girls to screams. Each bump in the road brings agony.

“I think the girl behind me is dead, “ says Marilyn, “She feels cold.”

 The journey seems to take a long time and the girls can’t figure out whether it’s day or night. Then the moving stops. The container is tipped over and the door flies open, all the bodies tumbling out. They can see light again, and notice more trucks unloading women.

The girls are dropped into another large container, and feel that many girls are cold to the touch. At the bottom of the container is a hole where all the bodies have to go through. Sandy feels arms and legs hitting her body as she doubles over sliding down the hole.

Finally through the hole, the girls land on a conveyor belt which takes them further down processing. Although she is still tied up tight, Sandy refuses to complain. Lying on the conveyor gives her some time to think about what happened to her, going from a beautiful young woman to an ordinary piece of meat.

Now a machine lifts the girls by their legs. Hanging in single file they each get a hose inserted up their ass. Sandy feels water rushing into her body and her belly swelling up, then she’s being sucked empty, cleaning her bowels. Then she spots a tank of liquid. The girls in front of her are kept fully submersed for a long time.

“Is this where I’ll die?” Sandy thinks.

Then she’s lowered into the tank, and completely submersed. It bites a little. When she’s lifted up again, she notices that all her hair is gone. Then the girls are all raised again; she can barely look down, but sees how every once in a while, girls are dropped 30 feet down into yet another container. Rejects. Sandy moves on and ends up on another conveyor belt.

Then she spots several people in white overalls standing next to the conveyor. They cut her loose, but she can barely move her arms and legs. She can just grab Marilyn’s hand, but neither of them can utter a word. Then they roll off the conveyor and drop into cold water. The current drags them to a washing drum where they’re spun around, out the water, in the water, both terrified of drowning.

The next conveyor belt brings them past a steady flow of hot air that dries them. The girls are still together.

“Do you think it will take much longer?” Sandy asks.

“I’m sure it’ll be over soon. Most of us are dead, and they’ll want fresh meat,” Marilyn says. The girls are lying all over each other, with legs and arms everywhere, now that they’re all cut loose. Then they come to a huge roller. Girls are screaming as they’re caught under it, with blood flying into the air.

“This will be our death,” Marilyn says, and Sandy nods. They’re now lying on top of each other, Sandy under Marilyn, feet first. Under their legs is another girl, but they can’t tell if she’s dead or still alive. Next to them are even more bodies. Then Sandy sees how a girl hits the roller. She can see the pain and terror in her eyes and hears her scream. Blood spills from her mouth, and she falls silent.

Then it’s their turn. Marilyn screams with terror in her voice, “We’re going to die!”


They feel the roller crushing their legs into the body of the girl below. Marilyn feels the enormous roller rolling over her legs towards her ass, her body now firmly pressed on Sandy’s as they still lie on top of each other. Their bellies are pressed onto and into each other’s. Sandy can feel her pelvis collapsing. Now the roller slowly moves further up and their breasts are pressed tight. Sandy feels her ribs cracking, and then she can no longer breathe. Then her shoulders are crushed. Sandy is still conscious and is buried halfway in Marilyn. All she can do is stare forward, and sound is nothing more than a bland, loud noise. Then they come to a second roller, intended to crush the girls into a pulp. Halfway in, Sandy realises there’ll be nothing left of them, her legs have ceased to exist. Their bodies are utterly crushed and grinded. Then the roller reaches her head and crushes the last fraction of life from her.

Any bone and other trash is removed from the residue. The girls end up in the store as mince meat.

THE END
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