"just a job R-18G"
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Created on: Friday 19th of July 2019 11:53:53 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:08:40 AM UTC


Just a Job


Everyone had thought that when society turned to cannibalism and state sponsored snuff, it would be because the population exploded and needed to be controlled. They thought that females would outnumber males by orders of magnitude. They thought it would be a casual thing where very few human lives meant anything, and those few could snuff the rest with wild abandon. When the end of traditional society came, these were all proven very wrong. The previous war had been fought with nuclear weapons, but the last war of humanity was waged with blades and stones and fists. 



In the end, wisdom prevailed. The few remaining leaders looked around and saw the crops burning, the oceans running red with blood, and truly every human left on the planet being able to fit in one skyscraper from the Golden Age. So they called a truce, and they set about rebuilding. Homes were restored, electricity rediscovered. Crops planted, rivers cleaned, the worst of the hunger went away. Eight generations later, times were still relatively lean, but nobody went hungry. Everyone had enough, and the population was slowly recovering, because every citizen contributed their share, in food and offspring.



The laws changed with an eye towards pragmatism. Careers in the arts disappeared. If you were a writer, a painter, a philosopher, all of these things were fine, but you did them AFTER the work in the fields was done. Everyone, man, woman and child worked to plant, tend, and harvest crops. The climate of Australia, the only habitable continent left had grown moderate year round. They rotated crops and in this way, farming was carried out every day of the year. The new society had leaders, those leaders worked right next to everyone else, and they met the same quotas. If you couldn’t meet your quota, you were deemed ‘insufficiently valuable to society’ and put to death. The only time you were nt required to meet a farming quota was the last 4 months of pregnancy and the first 2 after giving birth. The stability of the population was deemed more important than even their contribution to the food supply.



The same applied to offspring. Starting at 14 years old, every person was required to produce a child every two years until they were 24, and every 5 after that until 41 for females and and 51 for males. If a child lived to see the day after their 15th birthday, it meant that they had produced a child before that point, and they had produced another after that 15th birthday if they lived to see the day after their 17th. This applied equally to males and females. If a girl and boy were born on the same day and she did not give birth, DNA testing did not prove his fathering of a child, their 15th birthday would be marked with two little corpses swinging next to each other. They were also given a preliminary test at 12 to determine the odds of their being able to create a child once they were more solidly into puberty. Less than 50% and their 12th birthday would be their very last day. Homosexuality was not frowned upon even a little bit, there was no reason to care. But that didn’t change the rules. A boy or girl could do whatever they liked as many times as they liked with their same sex associate on their own time, but they were still required to produce the same number of children. If you LIKED having sex with the opposite gender, that was just great, but to the society as a whole, it was completely irrelevant, you just had to do it. As often and with as many people as you needed to increase the population. 



This was the world in which Timmy and Alice found themselves. They were 15 as of just a few hours ago. Both had engaged in sex many times, trying many different partners, but to look at them, anyone could have told you they were long shots. They stood on their stools, each with a rope already around their neck. They wore nothing but boxers, both of them….and with their hair cut short to not impede the rope, a stranger would have been hard pressed to tell you which was the boy and which was the girl, and neither looked a day over 12. They were ‘late bloomers’ in pre-war terms. These days, they had not properly entered puberty and would never live to do so, mankind was in a better place than it had been, but food was still too valuable to waste on those who would not be able to contribute their share to the future of humanity. 



They were both gagged so they wouldn’t bite their tongues off. There would be no decadent feasts on their flesh by a few wealthy citizens, they would be cut up and distributed just like old world farm animals, to supplement the vegetable based diets that had become the new norm, they had stopped raising farm animals, and even human flesh was just extra calories, including cuts one would think of as delicacies, like the tongue.



They had been given deep enemas to clean them out, there would be no messes and they would be ready to cook without excessive work. The butcher was prepping some things, she was an attractive redhead who was very good at her job. There was no reading of sentences, no coroner, no doctor to confirm death. This was not an execution, this was two citizens doing their duty to society. Alana was very good at her job, and she was well respected for that, she would prep them, kill them, clean them out, and take them apart. She needed no help, no supervision, she got the job done. This also meant that if she wanted to have some fun, do some things that weren’t technically allowed, the leaders of the community looked the other way.



Alana dug through her bag and produced two butt plugs. Electronics were not exactly rare, but these two toys had still cost her quite a bit in trade, and Alana felt that they had been more than worth it. The plugs were large and rubber, and they vibrated. Start low, increase to max pulsing, which you would be able to hear if the recipient spoke, then back down, like a wave. She went to Timmy, the little boy. He had tears in his eyes, Alana adjusted his noose so he would die faster, then kissed the top of his head  “It’s okay buddy, take a deep breath, there you go”. She brushed his cheek, he was so cute, big blue eyes, effeminate features. Skinny and soft and little. She wanted to keep him, but knew she couldn’t, but she could still make this easier on the kids.



She stepped behind him, lowered the back of his boxers a bit. He made a little noise of protest, he gave his thigh a quick rub “Easy there, this won’t hurt, and you’ll be glad to have it in a minute. She squeezed his cute pale little butt cheek, then lubed and lined up the plug. His next noise around the gag was alarm, she shushed him gently, then started to push it in. His breath quickened immediately, he squirmed, but he seemed less upset than before. He slumped a little once it was seated in him. Alana had seen this a few times, his face was flushed red, pupils dilated, and there was a very faint smile on his lips. She chuckled “Aww! That’s adorable! Let me guess kiddo, you like the guys a bit better?” He nodded bashfully, she gave him a hug “ I wish I’d known, I could have gotten Frank in here. Sorry buddy.” One more hug, and she moved to Alice.



Alice and Alana did know each other, their families were close. Alana didn’t hug the girl, she knew Alice didn’t like getting intimate, she was a very withdrawn child, and she wanted to put on a brave and indifferent face. She was a wannabe goth, jet black hair, and her makeup had been removed, this was really the first time Alana had seen her not deathly pale in years, and now it was Alana’s job to make that cold, dead look more than an illusion. Alice didn’t want hugs or affection, well maybe she did, but that was the front she put on, and Alana saw no point in taking that from her. The face she put on was a horny little slut with a taste for a bit of pain, Alana couldn’t figure out how she hadn’t gotten knocked up multiple times, the girl took anyone who looked at her with interest and dragged them into the nearest room to bang. Alana did know what WOULD make Alice more comfortable. 



Alana grabbed her charge’s nipples and twisted them both, hard. Alice gasped, and Alana silenced her with a kiss. It was not gentle or loving or affectionate, or any of the things Alana would have preferred. She was a nurturing individual, but that wasn’t what would make dying easier for the girl. This kiss was hungry and heavy and demanding. Alice tensed in shock, then responded in kind. For Alana, she was happiest when kissing didn’t feel like a competition, but for this kid, Alana had her by 15 years, 6 inches, and a LOT of kisses, she was going to WIN. Lots of lip biting, lots of backing off and pursuing, it really did look a lot like a fight. While they were occupied in this way, Alana squeezed Alice’s butt cheeks, enjoying the feel of teen flesh, then inserted the second butt plug that she’d pulled sleight of hand to get back there without the girl noticing. She didn’t lube it, she didn’t ease it in, Alana just lined it up and drove it home. Alice froze, groaned, her knees buckled and she fell against Alana, causing the noose to squeeze her a bit. She bit her lip and shuddered, a wet spot appearing on her underwear “Thank you” she mumbled breathlessly.



Alana kissed her on the top of the head, she couldn’t help it. She pressed the first remote and Alice cried out as the powerful buzzing started. Alana replaced the gag, then gave her maybe half a minute to enjoy it. She stepped up, put on her best husky voice, and whisperd “Die for me slut” and pulled the chair out from under Alice. She pressed the second remote and Timmy let out a long happy sigh as his plug got to work, then Alana turned her attention back to Alice.



The cute goth struggled against the rope. Her chest was flat, basically boyish, but her nipples still stuck out nicely. Her wet little tongue had been forced out a bit by the rope, and her face was turning a bright, painful red. She didn’t do a graceful dance, Alana had only seen something like that a few times. Her legs were moving in a wildly varying tempo, sometimes halting, almost cautious, sometimes jittery and frantic, never coordinated. Alana masturbated, wanting Alice to know that she appreciated the show. At long last, Alice twisted in such a way that the knot cut off blood flow, and her struggles subsided shortly after.



As Alice was going still, Alana heard an odd little gurgle from Timmy. She looked over, the boy was flushed, breathing harder than he had been, and there was a new dark spot on his underwear. He saw that she had seen, and he looked absolutely mortified, humiliated. He tried to shift it out of view, but she laughed playfully “ It’s okay buddy. I’ve had 4 kids, I’ve killed a hundred more, that is NOTHING new, and it’s EXACTLY what the plug was supposed to do for you. Feel more relaxed now?” He attempted to say something around his gagged, then settled for nodding thoughtfully. She hugged him gently “ I’m glad little guy, you sleep well, okay?” he looked at her quizzically, she answered his unspoken question by pulling the chair out from under him. She had placed his knot differently, he wasn’t a pain slut like Alice, he wouldn’t enjoy an extended hanging, so she made it quick. The knot squeezed his carotid artery, and even though his eyes stayed open, they went unfocused almost immediately, Timmy wasn’t home anymore. Alana touched his flat chest, felt no heartbeat, collected her butt plugs, and got both children down.



Next was butchering. Now that the kids were gone and had no emotions, she was just a professional. Her kindness wasn’t an act, she really was extremely fond of everyone who came to ‘visit’, but now they were just meat. Their tender young flesh yielded effortlessly to her antique knives. She hung them up by the feet and opened them up, taking out all organs and draining them of blood (she couldn’t help noting that this returned Alice to her preferred coloration) and reducing them to a pile of different cuts.They were skinny kids, but they still produced enough meat for enough stew that the entire community would get to sample it. Their tongues came out, but she was allowed to keep the rest of the heads. She would preserve them, add them to the rest in her display, she liked sleeping with one in her arms if she didn’t have an actual lover. Alana was proud to serve her community, and she hoped Alice and Timmy had been as well