The wickedness Farmer

It is the close future and after respective wars, crime and
violence is still indigenous as the police force are very thinly on the
ground and in plaza it is helter-skelter with the law frequently ignored.
Things are slowly getting back to convention but centre is scarce and people will
try any type of centre that is given to them to eat.
The black grocery store for goodness makes 60 % of the economy.

It was the summer vacation and five young women who all
wanted to go to art college tried to enrol but their course
was full until the succeeding year.
Mary, Sophie, Fiona, Debbie and Maxine were hanging out at
Sophie's household pondering what to do in the mean time.
We could all get temp jobs said Fiona. What about a troll
the domain duty tour packing said Maxine.
What with ? said Blessed Virgin we have hardly any money.
Sophie was flicking through an alternative female artist
journal and in it an advertizement caught her eye.
It said"Come relax on the farm, make believe you are an animal
and go through the life cycle of an animal of your pick"
overbold air, food and good company at Edith Captain John Smith's farm !
monetary value is not a problem for young budding artists and others.

On making tangency with the farm they all agreed that a flash break away from it all would do them good so they decided to go
and went on the prospicient gear journeying to the station in the
country.
As they came out of the station all excitedly a minibus was
there waiting for them to nibble them up.
It was another foresighted journey in the countryside in the middle of
nowhere before they turned off on to another long buck private
stain path.
In senior high liquor they chatted and smiled until they saw a
meat motortruck heading out. As they looked they saw women tied
up, heart panoptic open trying to mumble something but they
did n't know what to make of it. The number one wood said do n't
worry S & M.
As they pulled up they all got out of the minibus to be
greeted by a lovely old dame Mrs Smith.
hi my lamb. Welcome to my farm. Please call me Edith I
do hope you savor your time here. It is lovely and relaxing
and you get to really unwind.
Fiona asks Edith who were those girls on that meat motortruck ?
Oh do n't worry about that for now my love as she puts her
arm around the girlfriend comfortingly they were just getting the
full feel for spirit on the farm. We have all sorts here.
nudist, S & M people. In this day and age we have to
diversify to make money.
We even have a puppy farm here breeding wom - err
bitches.
They all nod in agreement.
As you can see on the paries we have lots of award winning
meat, succulent and juicy supplying blimp, costa and
anything else we can muster she says warmly.
Now then what animal would you delightful girls like to
be ?
What animals do you indicate said Debbie ?
wellspring you could be Veil or for the larger ladies they like to
pretend to be pigs"she chortles"
Or horses. But you ladies could be - Holstein kine she
suggests.
Oh yes let 's be moo-cow they said moo moo ha ha ha.
Very well said Edith. I will ask you to bless this
contract.
It is very long piped up Fiona what does it all say ?
Edith explains that is is just boring safe waivers but she
does desire something in homecoming and that is to milk them every
day.
After talking it over they agree and sign the document.
Good, now please undress. You wo n't necessitate clothes here. You
will be stabled in a lovely barn with mass of wheat.
The girlfriend laugh as they undress in the summertime heat thankful
of a cool off breeze.
Now please get some rest and I will see you all in the
morning.
The next daybreak Edith comes out. Ok young woman it's milking
time for my cows she smiles.
She politely tells the girls to get on all 4 and she
attaches the breast pumps on them to milk them. This is one
way to deduct some money while you stay here.
After milking they are fed their food in a trough and let
out in to the field to relax.
Now rest assured I wo n't be getting a bull to spawn you she
says cheekily. Maxine goes Awwww and they all laugh.
There are chairs for them to sit on and search up at the
clouds or go for a suddenly walk round the paddock or play some
games.
life sentence was good in the hot summer sun frolicking about as
pretend cows for two months.
Then one good afternoon Edith tells the fille that they were to
be put in the hand truck as they are going on a little journey.
Shall we put our dress on they said ? No it's fine where
we are going. Hop in my dears.
They walk in and are taken on a journeying to a warehouse.
As they come out former animals and adult female are there in pens.
It was a back street cattle mart."What are you
doing ?"We are naked in front of these mass !"They
said. Do n't worry my beloved"Edith says. As the auctioneer
gabbles away very fast getting the practiced damage for the
animals ,. After a time the little girl are then taken out. They
looked flighty and embarrassed as they looked in to the
crowd they could see bumpy looking men and suited men. One
man had the M of McDonalds on his suit and another from a
well known dog food firm bidding.
It was all strange as the great unwashed bid for them and then it was
over.
They went back to their playpen where they could see Edith
completing paperwork, smiling and saying her goodbyes then
they were ushered back on the truck.
On returning to the farm they asked have we been sold ? Yes
the old lady said virtually of you were sold to a local meatman
except for Maxine who was sold to the dog food firm.
Are-are we slaves ? No do n't worry. Just giving you the
experience of the farm. It is nearly over now.
It has been a long day. Get some rest as we are up early
tomorrow.
The shed is locked shut for the night and in the morning the
daughter are fed and watered then burly men with Edith edict
them in to the meat truck.
What 's happening ? ! Said Sophie. Just get on the truck now !
demanded the men. get along on ! Said Edith tersely. The niceness
had ended.
They are pushed inside and tied up and a gag is put on
them.
Just before the final one Mary has her gag put on her she
says where are we going ?
"Why you are all going to the abattoir and meat
rendering flora my lamb ”.
The fille all try screaming in terror as the door is closed.
Edith bangs the side of the truck twice"Ok take
them away !"She bellows and the hand truck moves off.
As they drive out another minibus of young exited char are
coming in and look at them confusingly.
The fille try to screem but all they can do is go hmmpf and
wriggle about.
When they arrive at the shambles men unload the girls
and check mark they have the correct stock and put marks on their
bodies.
Mary the blistering women by far with a lovely dead body wide rose hip and skillful
ass has"plum BBQ"written in red on her chest. This
one should cook up well a man said. Then Sophie and
Fiona who are also attractive had `` gen sale '' &"gut"written on
their chests. Debbie had kabob written on her brown skin.
Maxine used drugs a lot when she was younger and had been
round the block when it came to men and was not really that
much of a looker had"dog nutrient"written on her chest.
observation other oxen going in some of the daughter defecated and
wet themselves in fright.
They were chained up one at a meter by the articulatio talocruralis and hoisted
upside down and the auto drew them inside, each could see
what had been written on them.
As they went in the smell of death and the lot of meat section and
entrails stacked up on the floor.
The noise of sawing marrow and the ban saw cutting physical body was
non stop.
Being held in a queue to die a large operose set hairy man
slaps Mary's ass and says loudly"Hey Jim, just carnage and
gut this meat then you can go to lunch"“ Ok Dave"Jim
replies.
He gets out his knife for the first one which is Maxine. It
has dog food on it so he slits her throat and she writhes
about. He passes the torso to a colleague who uses a large
nitty-gritty knife to break in to her rib batting cage And her guts void
out on to the floor which is swept up by a machine in to a
recess marked blossom dog nutrient. Maxine 's carcass is then
picked up and thrown on to another wad of left over essence
portion make to be ground up, bones and all for crummy dog
food in a interpretation political machine by another intelligence agent using a
fork lift truck.
The others saw just what happened and succeeding it was the turn
of Sophie who had her throat slit then her head was
sawn off and put in the freezer on a nub hook.
Fiona was adjacent as her throat was slit and taken over by
pulley to the man that gutted the meat. But Fiona was still
alive ! Her arms writhing about as the man sliced her open.
"Crunch"as her rib cage was ripped wide-eyed unfastened and her
body suddenly became lifeless.
Debbie was next up. Looking at his notes the operative used
a ban saw SSCCCCRRRRREEE went the saw straight through her
cervix like a hot knife through butter, her headway picked up and
thrown in the bin as the stemma poured out of her down a
drain in the floor. Once the bleeding had stopped she was
also pinned with with a piece of newspaper publisher in to her skin with
the buyers note and put in to cold storage.
Then it was finally the turn of Mary. She was cut with a
knife in the throat and she bled to death like the others
but was then put in to cold storage.
The next day the butcher arrived to amass his meat he
bought.
He puts the carcase in to his van and labor back to his
shop round the back to unload all the carcasses in his cold storage domain but takes one to the front of the shop to work on.
Before starting the fumbler shaved off Sophie 's ginger pubic fuzz by sliding his fingers in her kitty making sure enough every pilus is removed with a razor and under her weapon on her blanch touchy skin before chopping her up with a meat cleaver to display clean cuts of meat in
the trays of his store, heart, liver, her costa and tasty mince all neatly arranged with a Leontyne Price tag on each item.
He leaves the other carcasses hanging in his freezer to cut up and trade later before working on the organic structure of Mary.
This man of prime quantity gist price him a pretty penny but for
which he was going to make a lot of money out of.
He and another co-worker got a thick alloy rod spiked at the
tip and inserted it in to Madonna's ass. As they both pushed
the rod in to the meat it slid in nicely and came out of her mouth.
They then tied her arms and legs up.
We are going to sell this to those survivalists. They want
to get a BBQ in the woodwind instrument over a spitting fire.
The butcher makes the vociferation."Ted it's Mike the butcher.
I got your essence all prepared and ready. Ok I will bring it
round in the afternoon ”.
The feast is already in total swing when mike turns up and
they help him discharge the substance and put it on the fire.
Slowly rotating round they ca n't wait to tuck in to the
lovely tender marrow that they have got hold of.
Enjoy your party cuss ! microphone says.
Mike gets back to his store to prepare Debbie.
He cuts her weapon system and legs off with a core cleaver and
then with a knife cleans up the meat.
The blazon and legs can be minced up and turned in to
sausages later he says to his colleague and then once
finished he takes the kernel to his van to fill to Hakeem the
kebab shop owner who pre-ordered his meat.
"Ahh microphone so just to see you come in seed in"“ we were
running out of meat I am so glad you have turned up. Oh yes
this looks excellent"he exclaims in broken English. My
other friend who own Kebab shops use dog or cat or even
badger heart and soul. I could never do that No ?
You bring me quality meat my friend.
Ok hakim enjoy, take care says Mike.
Hakeem then check mark and prepares the meat and slides a skewer
pole from the base through to the neck and puts the meat of
Debbie in the window as it slowly rotates and James Cook on the rotisserie.
Every so often pouring fat over the John M. Browning skin.
Customers see the pleasant-tasting attender dripping meat and start coming in."I see you
have some more than meat Hakeem"only the best. The honest for my
client"he exclaims .