Message-ID: <57571asstr$1209427804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY115-W15420262F34C477CDEBFEAF4DE0@phx.gbl> From: Andrew Jay <anc1iej@hotmail.com> Importance: Normal X-OriginalArrivalTime: 28 Apr 2008 22:58:15.0062 (UTC) FILETIME=[574E5360:01C8A983] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2008 22:58:15 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Food For Tomorrow - Dish of the Day.txt Lines: 1172 Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2008 20:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2008/57571> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw _________________________________________________________________ Bag extra points with the Walkers Brit Trip Game http://www.walkersbrittrips.co.uk/game <1st attachment, "Food For Tomorrow - Dish of the Day.txt" begin> Food for Tomorrow - Dish of the Day by Andrew Jay (email anc1iej (at) hotmail . com) codes: M/f, canib, snuff, humour, cookery Copyright 2008 Andrew Jay all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. This text may be archived/reposted to free public access provided the author's name, email and this notice appear in the message body. This story is completely fictional - doing any of this stuff at home will hurt and is probably illegal. If you want to use the 'universe' feel free, but please keep 'Food For Tomorrow' in the title, be gentle with my characters, and credit myself with the idea for the universe. No fee or service has ever been provided to the author for this document, or for product placement. Nick Bowles, famous TV presenter and general celebrity was trying to sweet talk his way inside a very attractive girl who would be appearing as a contestant on his new show in about an hours time. "Come on, er... Cathy. This could be your last chance." "I don't know, it's a bit late now" she replied, trying to fend the reptile off without blowing her chances on the show. "Did you know I have two daughters? You might regret it if you don't" She hesitated. Men with two children were quite rare. He was right - there wasn't long left now. "Where?" she asked. He found an empty dressing room. "Ok get your clothes off first, then give me a bit of a blowjob to get me hard." he instructed. "You aren't going to come in my mouth are you?" she asked. "Do I look like that sort of man?" he asked, genuinely shocked. She tried to smile as she removed her clothes, then she knelt down and undid his trousers, taking his semi erect cock first in her hand then in her mouth. He looked down at her as her tongue swirled around his knob. He was able to hold her small, firm breasts fully in each hand. She had a tight bottom and was slim but not skinny. She looked absolutely delicious. Nick shut his eyes, feeling his cock harden in her mouth. He was proud of his cock since he had the surgical enhancements done - when it was erect, it was about 10 inches long with a pronounced curve. "Mmmmm, there are couple of things when I fuck you.... mmmm .... I like my girls to talk dirty to me.... mmm.... and call me hound dog by the way... or horse cock... mmm... it helps me to come.... I squirt like a fire hose if you do that." Cathy stopped licking for second. None of this stuff shocked her anymore. "Are you ready now?" he nodded. "How do you want me?" "Doggy style" he replied - she should have guessed. Anyone could have heard what was happening if they passed the dressing room at that moment: "Yes, fuck me hound dog! Fuck my dirty cunt with your lovely big dog cock! Fuck me please, fuck your dirty bitch!" She was good! He wasn't going to last much longer. He had saved the last 2 inches of his cock for when he was close to coming, which wasn't going to be long now. He pushed into her - hard, then harder still, easing his curved penis in a way that seemed unfamiliar to her, further and further into her young pussy. She had stopped talking dirty - halted by the sudden pain of his intrusion. With a practiced shove, he pushed once more and something suddenly `gave' - he was fully inside her with what felt like a rubber band around the knob of his cock. She started to make a weird gasping noise as he slowly resumed his pumping. He felt his balls beginning to tighten, so he roughly thrust a few more times into her before delivering spurt upon spurt of his warm, fertile sperm. After a few seconds, he withdrew from her, mopping his glistening cock with her blouse. "Probably best not to mention this, er... Cathy" he said as he started to pull his clothes back on. "Ok" "And good luck by the way." he added, before leaving. Cathy stayed for another 20 minutes - all the time she had spare before she had to report to makeup. She had found a couple of cushions to prop under her bottom as she laid on the floor, allowing Nick's sperm maximum opportunity to fertilise an egg inside her before she had to stand up and his sperm would inevitably start drain out again. She closed her eyes and prayed to whoever would listen that this time it would work. TRANSCRIPT AND PRODUCTION NOTES: K.H.C.H.E.H. - LIVE PILOT. DATE: 24/06/2061 (Camera pans across five female contestants). NICK BOWLES (Voiceover in a hushed tone): Three months ago, these five contestants all won the FSA national lottery. Three months are now up, and unless they are pregnant, tonight they will all be dead meat... But one of them tonight will be our star of the show. Our dish of the day. Welcome to... Kill Her, Cook Her, Eat Her! (Applause. Theme Tune plays. Opening credits) NICK: Hello and good evening. I'm Nick Bowles. LYNDA REDMON: And I'm Lynda Redmon. BOTH: And this is Kill Her, Cook Her, Eat Her! (Audience applause. Camera pans across the clapping audience which features men, women and children.) LYNDA: The law says that these women should become food, but for the first time live on TV, we are going to show the actual processes only previously known to the Food Standards Agency. NICK: And one woman chosen by our audience will be cooked by our resident cook Larissa Dickinson. (Cut to rotund female chef). LYNDA: and the winner's lucky family will win a wonderful prize chosen by the winning contestant. (Cut to archive of a Caribbean beach scene, then an attractive girl draped over a car). (Audience applauds again, camera picks out a few faces. It focuses for a couple of seconds on an attractive dark haired teenaged girl with large breasts in the front row) (Cut back to Nick.) NICK: Firstly we should explain the background of our programme. (Nick turns to a studio TV which is running the pre-recorded item, the picture fades to the item. Throughout the pre-recorded item, archive footage used to illustrate Nick's point.) NICK (Voiceover): As you know, 50 years ago, an accident at a germ warfare plant in Ohio caused a virus to be released into the atmosphere. That virus claimed the lives of nearly one third of the earth's population, and scarred those that remained with a serious condition: A severe reduction in fertility to about one twentieth of its previous level, and even more seriously, a drastic reduction in the ratio of boys being born. Unfortunately, there was a similar effect on livestock and within a couple of years there were food riots, in a couple more, near anarchy. The governments of the day tried various remedies without success, until, in a move that was to be copied globally, the British government passed the `Food For Tomorrow' bill, allowing the use of a proportion of the adult female population to be used as a food source. The initial process was primitive and rather inhumane (Producer's Note: archive shows a naked women being held down and shot in the head with a captive bolt gun, then her body tossed into a large machine. At the other end of the machine a hungry looking child collects a plate of gooey mincemeat and smiles at the camera). (Producers Note: This next segment is illustrated by a humorous animated diagram). Laws came and went, refining the process to what we have today: As you know we have three classes of person in the population - Citizens, Cattle and Children. A Child is just that. When a male child reaches fourteen, they become a Citizen. Citizens can marry, vote, and of course they never become dinner (polite laugh from the audience). When a female child has her first menstruation, they have a year and a day before they become the third class - Cattle. Apart from not having the vote, or being allowed to marry, Cattle can lead ordinary lives, but Cattle class women are entered into a weekly lottery run by the Food Standards Agency, and with odds of around one in a thousand, they may be picked for slaughter. The slaughter goes ahead in three months time unless the woman gets pregnant or becomes a Citizen in the meantime. There are three ways Cattle can become a Citizens: 1. By giving birth to a boy. 2. By buying citizenship - this is of course well beyond the means of most people. 3. By reaching the age of 50 without being slaughtered. End of pre-recorded segment. NICK: There are a few other laws around this, but we will mention those as we come to them. So with no more ado, lets meet the contestants! (Studio applause. Camera pans to show five nervous looking ladies) LYNDA: First up is Kelly, she is 35 and works as a full time family carer. CONTESTANT KELLY: Hello (waves nervously) LYNDA: I see you have two daughters! Congratulations. KELLY: Yes that's right, they are in the audience with their dads (she waves to them - camera cuts briefly to two girls aged about 6 and 11, they wave back). I have won the lottery twice before, and both times I have managed to get pregnant before the slaughter, and been granted the five year lottery exclusion. LYNDA: Doesn't that make childcare difficult? - obviously the girls reside with their father, but as mother you are entitled to live in the same household as your daughter. KELLY: Oh it is a nightmare, but I share my time equally between both houses and it works out ok. LYNDA: Now you have been in the lottery twice before, both times you have managed to get pregnant - do you have any tips for other women approaching slaughter? KELLY: (she looks directly at the camera) I have sex at least once a day, but never the same man for two days running, and with proven fertile men whenever possible. LYNDA: Well, good luck Kelly (applause from the audience). LYNDA: Next up is Jane, she is 28 and a school teacher CONTESTANT JANE: Hello. LYNDA: Isn't school teacher a reserved occupation? JANE: Yes, but it only grants a seven year exclusion, and unfortunately that has now expired. LYNDA: As a little surprise for you, we have class 3c in the audience tonight! (camera cuts to about 20 waving eight year olds in school uniform. Cut back to contestant, who is smiling and waves to them). LYNDA: Do you have a strategy to avoid slaughter? JANE: Well, when the 3c's fathers found out I was scheduled for slaughter, they got together in a sperm drive for me. One of the fathers has a son who has just achieved citizenship, and he chipped in as well. I already have a boy in my class so I really am hopeful. LYNDA: Of having a boy? (muted gasps from the audience) Well good luck! LYNDA: Next up is Cathy, she is 16 and works as a maid to a citizen. CONTESTANT CATHY: Hello. (Producers note: Contestant had a mark on her blouse which was picked up by the camera - we must check this sort of thing). LYNDA: You are our youngest contestant tonight - how did you feel when you won the lottery? CATHY: I was a bit disappointed - I was a late developer, and I had only been Cattle class for a few months. LYNDA: Understandable... (Lynda puts her hand on the contestant's hand). Do you have a pregnancy strategy? CATHY: My employer likes to try to impregnate me anyway, but when I told him I had been picked in the lottery, he held a few parties for his friends so that they could all service me. I have had a couple of other opportunities come up as well... (Cathy blushes and trails off). LYNDA: Well, good luck! LYNDA: Next up is Cordelia, she is 19 and is unemployed. (Contestant is a `goth' with black hair and clothing). CONTESTANT CORDELIA: Humph. LYNDA: How did you feel when you won the lottery? COREDELIA: I laughed. LYNDA: (Slightly wrong-footed) Er, do you have a pregnancy strategy? CORDELIA: Yes - to stay a virgin. My only regret is that my girlfriend wasn't picked at the same time (cut to scowling goth girl in the audience). Anyway, I have every intention of making whoever eats me choke. LYNDA: (moving on quickly) Well, good luck with that. LYNDA: Our final contestant is Heather, she is 39 and is a refuse disposal operative. (Producers Note: Contestant is a large lady - we should perhaps have screened her out, although she did provide some comedy value). CONTESTANT HEATHER: Hello Lynda, its lovely to meet you. LYNDA: Thank you. HEATHER: I watch every one of you daytime talk shows - I'm a real big fan. LYNDA: How kind of you to say so. HEATHER: I think we could be friends if we, er, knew each other... LYNDA: Well good luck. Back to Nick. NICK: Thank you Lynda. I'm a big fan of you too. (audience laughs). You may have noticed a strange looking man hovering being Lynda there - he is from the Food Standards Agency and is officiating tonight. Right now he is collecting a blood sample and checking each of the contestant's identities. (Cut to follow the FSA man - he is has a microphone so we can hear what he is saying as he reaches contestant Cathy). FSA MAN: Good evening, may I see your barcode. CATHY: Oh, ok. (she pulls her blouse and bra aside to reveal her small attractive left breast on which is a tattooed barcode). NICK (Voiceover in hushed tone): He is just checking Cathy's identity barcode by scanning it. As you know, all Cattle and Female citizens must be marked with a barcode to ensure identity, and by law any female must allow herself to be scanned at any time if requested by a member of the FSA (Machine beeps - cut to machine display which shows her Cattle number, name and the words `Cattle: Slaughter due today') NICK: It is indeed Cathy we have there. FSA: Roll up your sleeve. (Cathy does as she is told, and after carefully swabbing the inside of her elbow, the man uses a small syringe to take a blood sample. He puts the syringe into a hole in the machine) NICK: This is the blood sample to determine firstly if Cathy is pregnant, but secondly to ensure she is not carrying any viruses which would make her unfit for consumption. If that is the case, she would be incinerated as soon as she was slaughtered. (FSA man moves on to the next contestant) (Cut back to Lynda) LYNDA: Join us after the break, to see the results of the blood tests and see who is going to be our dish of the day, on Kill Her, Cook Her, Eat her! (Cut to adverts) NICK: Welcome back to Kill Her, Cook Her, Eat her. We currently have five contestants waiting on the results of a blood test to find out if they are going back home to start looking for baby clothes, or if they are going to be slaughtered tonight. (Lights go down. camera cuts from one contestant to the next). NICK: I can confirm that one of our contestants IS pregnant, and so will be going home tonight. As with any other pregnant mother, as long as the pregnancy goes to full term, she will enjoy an automatic five year exemption from the FSA lottery. (Heartbeat type rhythm begins. Contestants look nervous) Cordelia (camera cuts to her). (Nick Pauses). Its NOT you. Cathy (camera cuts to her - she is biting her nails). (Nick Pauses). Its NOT you. (Cathy puts her face in her hands before regaining her composure). Kelly (camera cuts to her). (Nick Pauses). Its You! Congratulations! (Kelly looks elated and kisses the two contestants nearest her, one of whom is Cathy who looks like she may cry). Come over and join your daughters in the audience! Would you believe it, ladies and gentlemen - a third child on the way. Lets give her a round of applause! (Audience claps wildly as she rejoins her daughters. As she passes the FSA man, he calls her over and she exposes the barcode on her breast again. The FSA man scans it and presses a button. Camera cuts to the Scanner display which now shows her as `Cattle: Impregnated'). NICK: So while the remaining contestants remove their clothing I'm just going to have a brief word with our `chef de jour' Larissa Dickinson. (Polite applause) Larissa, you have been cooking cattle for a long time now - how did you get into the field? LARISSA: Well, after the birth of my son I became a citizen (smattering of applause from audience) and I decided it was only fair that I put something back into female welfare during the slaughter process, so I decided to teach myself the art of human cookery. NICK: And do you have any impressions of what you might cook tonight? LARISSA: Well, there will certainly be one or two challenges! NICK: Lets go and see the livestock and see what you think. (The two walk towards the contestants who are now naked, barcodes all clearly showing) NICK: Our first contestant, Jane, Can you meet the chef please. (Jane walks over to the podium on which Nick and Larissa are now standing). Well, Jane. It didn't work out tonight for you, but I'm sure I'm not the only man in the studio who wishes their kids were in your class. You could have had my sperm anytime. JANE: Thank you. Can I just say that if I'm not the dish of the day, I have been told that the Parents association is going to bid for my carcass and hold a barbecue evening next weekend, so if you want to taste me, get down to the school! NICK. What a lovely thought (audience applauds). I bet some of those kids cant wait to get a mouthful of you. I may pop in myself (Jane blushes and laughs). Now, Larissa - I look at Jane and I see a large breasted girl with wide hips and quite prominent labia. LARISSA: I see that too, but large breasts can be rather fatty to eat so I wouldn't choose to use those today. Her hips will make nice steaks, and I am rather tempted by her belly, but I would have to see how it looked after butchery. NICK: And her labia? LARISSA: Larger lips tend to have less flavour, but they would be ok to save for another day - perhaps a stew. NICK: Thank you Jane, and good luck (Jane returns to her position). If you want Jane to be the dish of the day, press the red button on your remotes. NICK: Our next contestant, Cathy, Can you meet the chef please. (Cathy still looks on the verge of tears). Cathy, I know you are nervous, but I can assure you the whole slaughter process, win or loose is completely humane. CATHY: Ok... Thank you. NICK: Larissa, I look at Cathy and I see a young, slim girl with small breasts and a bottom to die for. Not an ounce of fat on her I would think. LARISSA: I'm very excited by Cathy (cut to Nick mugging at camera - audience laughs). Can you turn around and bend over please dear (Cathy does so - we can see a goop of sperm dripping from her vagina). I can see you were trying your pregnancy strategy up until the last minute! CATHY: (muffled) Sorry. LARISSA: Don't be dear. Now with Cathy, I'm spoiled for choice. Her bottom is tight and firm and will make delicious steaks (she squeezes Cathy's bottom to illustrate the point), her labia are delicate and delicious (she gently teases out the girls labia). And I will have to check after she is butchered, but her uterus is young and she has not been sexually active long, so I may use her uterus. NICK: And her breasts? LARISSA: They are perfect to be roasted whole and served thinly sliced. Watch that waistline with those though Nick (audience laughs - Nick has had a well publicised battle with his weight). NICK: Larissa, I cant help noticing the ladies all have their hair tied up now. Why is that? LARISSA: Well, unlike cows for example, when women are slaughtered their heads are left on. Often the purchaser is a member of the woman's family and they want to see they have the right person, and the head makes such a lovely centrepiece for a family meal in that situation. Quite simply, the hair is tied up so that it is not damaged during the slaughter process. (Cathy looks a little bit ill at this). NICK: Thank you Cathy, and good luck. If you want Cathy to be the dish of the day, press the green button on your remotes. NICK: Our next contestant, Cordelia, Can you meet the chef please. (Cordelia saunters down). LARISSA: Cordelia is a bit of a challenge. She has slightly drooping breasts despite her age, and they are just not appetising. Her general muscle definition is a bit slack. She has a piercing in her labia, so that's out of the question. She says she is a virgin, so her uterus may be ok, but again I would have to see it after she is butchered. I have one thing in mind though - can you stick out your tongue please. (Cordelia sticks out her tongue rudely at Larissa). Good, her tongue isn't pierced, and a good size too - I think I could turn her tongue into something delicious. NICK: Wouldn't that spoil the look of her face? LARISSA: Not really. Although it is quite a large muscle, I could open her mouth and remove her tongue quite easily without damaging her cheeks or jaw line - she might look slightly more attractive if anything. (Cordelia looks a bit shocked. The audience spontaneously claps). NICK: Thank you Cordelia, and good luck. If you want Cordelia to be the dish of the day, press the yellow button on your remotes. NICK: Finally, Heather, Can you meet the chef please. (Heather waddles down - rolls of fat wobbling). LARISSA: Heather is the biggest challenge... NICK: In more ways than one! (Audience laughs). LARISSA: Her size will mean the fat content in her flesh will be barely within human consumption limits. I puzzled for a while with her. Can I ask what sort of things you usually eat dear? HEATHER: I like burgers a lot - woman burgers are my favourite - I like it that someone has sacrificed themselves so that I can eat, but I cant usually afford them so I have to have meat substitute instead. LARISSA: How many would you have in a week? HEATHER: Maybe 20, 25? LARISSA: In that case I think she may have a perfect liver for a pate mousse. HEATHER: Ooh that's sounds lovely! (Audience laughs) NICK: Thank you Heather, and good luck. If you want Heather to be the dish of the day, press the blue button on your remotes. LYNDA: So to recap. If you want Jane to be dish of the day, press Red. If you want Cathy, press green. If you want Cordelia, press yellow, If you want Heather, press blue. NICK: You, the audience at home, have about 15 minutes to vote, so join us after the break when we will see who is the winner of Kill Her, Cook Her, Eat Her! (cut to adverts). LYNDA: Welcome back to Kill Her, Cook Her, Eat Her! While we wait for the votes to be cast (recap of contestants and buttons to press appear on the bottom of the screen), I went to find out how two young people from an ordinary household in the UK deal with the Food For Tomorrow process. (pre-recorded item starts to play on a studio TV, then picture fades to that item, The contestant/button information remains on the screen for the remainder of the item). LYNDA: I'm at the home of two ordinary teenagers (she is standing outside an expensive looking house. She rings the doorbell. A young maid in standard black low cut uniform with a short skirt answers the door and lets her in). (Cut to living room, with Lynda sitting next to two teenage girls). LYNDA: Perhaps you can introduce yourselves. YOUNGER GIRL (Hailey): My name is Hailey and I am 13. OLDER GIRL (Poppy): My name is Poppy and I am 15. LYNDA: And do you have a famous dad? POPPY: Yes, our dad is Nick Bowles. (Inset picture of Nick looking embarrassed as if this is a shock to him). LYNDA: Perhaps we should clear one thing up - Nick is a television presenter and obviously has the money to buy you citizenship... POPPY: Yes, but he thinks it isn't fair that we have that advantage over ordinary girls our age... HAILEY: And he wont stump up the cash. (A small round of applause from the studio audience). LYNDA: So Poppy, I assume that you are now Cattle class? POPPY: That's right. I have been in the draws for the last six months. LYNDA: and Hailey... A little bird told me you had a life changing event a few days ago? HAILEY: That's right - I started my first period. LYNDA: Congratulations! Have you been bar-coded yet? HAILEY: No. Dad hasn't got around to taking me to the FSA office yet. LYNDA: Well, as it happens I have arranged a special visitor. (The doorbell rings) And that will be him. (Cut to the FSA man from the show sitting with them and being served some tea by the maid). He has a briefcase containing his gadgets with him. FSA: Perhaps I should start by checking each of your identities (Hailey looks a bit worried). LYNDA: Of course. I shall go first. (She opens her blouse and pulls aside the left cup of her bra to expose her barcode. The FSA man scans it and we see the scanner display show her Id number, `LYNDA REDMON', and the word `CITIZEN'. FSA: Thank you citizen. You next miss. (Poppy stands defiantly in front of him and pulls up the left side of her T shirt to reveal the barcode on her breast. The FSA man scans it and we see the scanner show her Id number, `POPPY BOWLES', and the word `Cattle'. Without thanking her, the FSA man calls over the maid to be scanned. She only needs to pull down her top a little to expose her barcode. When he scans her, the scanner displays her Id number `SARAH CASTLE', and the words `Cattle: Due for slaughter' and the date in six weeks time. FSA: (Quietly, although still picked up by the mike) You are for slaughter soon... would you like me to service you before I go? I have a few minutes. MAID: Yes please, sir. (The FSA man turns to Hailey, and starts to confirm her name, date of birth, and the date of her period, tapping them into his scanning device). FSA: Miss Bowles, I would like you to remove your top so that I can apply your bar-code. (Hailey takes her top off, revealing a small blue bra) FSA: And you bra please. HAILEY: Erm, is it going to hurt? POPPY: (Teasing) Yes, it really burns and is agony for days (Hailey looks petrified). LYNDA: There is a tiny sting, but that is all (she puts her arm around Hailey as she removes her bra to reveal her small breasts). FSA: I will just swab the area to make sure there is no chance of infection (he takes a wipe from a packet and very thoroughly swabs Hailey's left breast until it looks a little pink. Hailey seems slightly repulsed by him). FSA: Now I will apply the bar-code. (He takes the nipple of her left breast and pulls it to one side to stretch the skin tight, then holds the scanner against the stretched skin. Hailey shuts her eyes. He pulls the trigger and the machine buzzes, her breast glows red slightly under the laser as it etches her identity barcode). HAILEY: Ow, ow, ow! (There is a slight whiff of smoke from the machine. It stops buzzing and when it is removed we can see the new, rather sore looking barcode. The FSA man swabs her breast thoroughly again, then scans the new barcode. The scanner displays her new Id number, `HAILEY BOWLES', and the word `CHILD'. He next applies a dressing to the barcode, pressing the edges down carefully. He appears to be a man who enjoys his job). FSA: Hailey Bowles, I am required to inform you that as of a year and a day from your first menstruation, you will become Cattle class and from that date be eligible for FSA national lottery draws which may or may not result in your slaughter under the Food For Tomorrow bill as passed by parliament. I am also required to remind you that if requested by an FSA official, you must immediately expose this barcode for identification purposes or you risk severe penalty. Do you understand? HAILEY: Yes sir. Thank you. (Inset picture of Nick proudly wiping a tear from his eye) (Cut to the same room, with Hailey now fully dressed. The FSA man has gone) LYNDA: So Hailey - how do you feel now you are bar-coded? HAILEY: Well, it hurt a bit, and I didn't like that man touching me - I never had a man touch my boobies before, but now I feel like I'm nearly a woman. LYNDA: Good for you. And Poppy, you are already Cattle class, how do you feel knowing you could be called for slaughter? POPPY: It's a bit scary, but I'm just leading a normal life at the moment. LYNDA: And if you are called? POPPY: If I have a boyfriend by then, I will probably start having sex with him, but I don't think I will have sex with every man I can. I am quite prepared to be slaughtered, it is part of our culture after all - dad has promised to buy my carcass and have a big party in my honour, with me, cooked, as the centrepiece. That's what he did for both our mums. LYNDA: That sounds like a good plan. Hailey, how will you feel if your sister is slaughtered? HAILEY: I'm going to carve off some slices from her butt - its really huge, so there will be enough for loads of people. (Hailey laughs, as do Poppy after a second and Lynda). (Fades back to Lynda in the studio) LYNDA: Two remarkably well adjusted girls who are in the audience tonight (audience applauds, camera cuts to the two girls looking embarrassed). NICK (Looking proud of his girls): Time for voting is nearly up.... 5,4,3,2,1 and stop voting. Any votes cast from now will not count, but you will still be charged. It will take a few moments to check the results, in the meantime Lynda will update you with the remaining contestants. LYNDA: Thank you Nick - they are all waiting in a hospitality room (cut to the four women sitting wearing dressing gowns while they wait. There are two burly security guards in the room with them.) As no-one wants to get a hair in their mouth when they eat, each of our contestants have been depilated using a flash flame to remove every trace of body hair... NICK: and I am assured they are silky smooth all over (quiet laugh from the audience - a stagehand passes an envelope to Nick who opens it). These are the results. Ladies could you stand up and remove your gowns. (they do so, there is a murmur of approval from the audience who can now see their hairless bodies. The lights go down to show only the contestants). (Heartbeat music starts.) NICK: If I read your name, you have NOT been chosen by our audience as our dish of the day. (Nick pauses almost 20 seconds.) ... Cordelia! Come over to be slaughtered please! (Cordelia looses her nerve, but one of the security guards grabs her and marches her into the studio where a passageway constructed of metal railings has been built) NICK: Our FSA man will do one final scan to make sure we have the right person... (The FSA man tries to scan Cordelia, but she starts to wriggle until she is held tightly by the guard and the scan is performed. Cut to the display showing her Cattle number, name and the words `Cattle: Slaughter due today'. He nods to the guard who marches her to the end of the railings, closing a gate behind her. CORDELIA: Please don't kill me. I will do anything. Please.... I will fuck you if you want (as this is a family show the word `fuck' is beeped during the five second delay in place for this part of the program). Please.... (cut to the FSA man pushing a red button on a control panel, there is a loud buzzing noise. Cut back to Cordelia who has gone rigid. The buzzing stops and Cordelia falls in a heap on the floor). NICK: For the benefit of the viewers at home, we are now following strict FSA guidelines. Cordelia has just been stunned using an electric device beneath her feet. (A slaughter man in clean brown overalls hauls a pulley chain on a rail over to Cordelia and expertly loops the shackles on the chain around both of her ankles. He presses a button on a control panel and Cordelia is winched off the ground so that her limp hands are just clearing the ground. Her legs are held wide apart by a bar between the ankle shackles. The slaughter man then hauls Cordelia on the rail above her behind a partition so that she is taken out of view of the cameras. Some of the audience seem disappointed) NICK: We decided not to show the losing contestants being slaughtered as this show is all about the winner, not the losers. However, if you want to see them being slaughtered, a video will be posted on our web site after the end of the programme showing exactly what happens behind that wall. (Lights go down and the heartbeat music starts again) NICK: Once again, if I read your name, you have NOT been chosen by our audience as our dish of the day. (Nick pauses) ... Jane! Come over to be slaughtered please! (Jane looks upset not to have won, but walks gamely to the end of the railings in the studio, she has not seen or heard what happened with Cordelia). NICK: I think it only fair I get a few words from you as well Jane (he mugs at the camera and the audience laughs). Jane, I have to say, that I think you might have won if you hadn't mentioned the school barbecue. JANE: I know, it just came out and I knew it was a mistake. NICK: Now I can see you hairless, I think you look absolutely delicious - there are some parts of you I would really like to chew on (the camera is panning down her body and we can see her very large labia perfectly with no hair in the way. The audience laughs, and Jane blushes again. The FSA man scans her barcode and the display is shown on screen). NICK: I have just heard from the producer that we will cover the cost of your carcass and donate it to your school. (Audience applauds - we cant hear Jane's words over the noise but she looks grateful). FSA (picked up by the general mike as he speaks to Jane): Walk to the end of the railings and shut the gate behind you please. (She does as she is told and looks to him for her next instruction. There isn't one as he pushes the stunning device's button. After standing rigidly, she falls into a heap on the floor and she is winched up and away in the same way as Cordelia). (Lights go down and the heartbeat music starts again. Camera cuts to the two contestants) NICK: Once again, if I read your name, you have NOT been chosen by our audience as our dish of the day. The person who's name I don't read out will have won (Nick pauses 30 seconds) ... Heather! Come over to be slaughtered please! (Heather walks out, waving to the cheering crowd and is directed to the passageway. She really doesn't look any slimmer with her public hair removed). NICK: Well done Heather, I thought you might have squeaked it and won. HEATHER: Not to worry. Shame though, I really fancied that pate thing. (FSA man scans her and directs her to the end of the railing passageway. She shuts the gate, the buzzer sounds. She crashes noisily to the ground taking a control box with her as she falls. The slaughter man winches her away.) (Cut to Lynda in the hospitality room - she is congratulating Cathy with a big hug. The news does not seem to be sinking in yet. Lynda turns to the Camera) LYNDA: Join us after the break, when we will be killing, cooking and eating Cathy! (huge applause and cheering from the audience). (cut to adverts). (Producer's Note: We realised Heather had damaged the stunning machine as she fell, and it was immediately obvious that it was beyond immediate repair. We did have a backup device, but it then transpired that the connection and test time of this piece of kit is over two hours. The following dialogue was captured for a `making of' segment we were thinking of adding to the DVD of the show. PRODUCER (to production team): So I need alternatives people! (Silence) STAN (the slaughter man): In the old days, we didn't have a stunning device. PRODUCER (to FSA): Could we do that? (FSA man checks through his rule book) FSA: Yes, but you must have her witnessed consent. STAN: Only trouble is, we would have to tie her hands behind her back, otherwise she would flail around, might hurt herself, or me. It wouldn't be pretty either... PRODUCER: We cant tie up the winner of the show! NICK: Could we hold her hands instead? (FSA man consults his rulebook again) FSA: Hmmm - `under exceptional circumstances the head of the abattoir facility can allow a responsible adult to accompany the candidate'. I think it is intended for when the candidate is not very old. PRODUCER: That sounds like its allowed - who is the head of the facility? FSA: Erm... I am. PRODUCER: So can we do it? FSA: (Pauses) Yes. but you must get her explicit consent to go without the stunning device. NICK: I will talk to her - she trusts me. (Nick hurries away to the hospitality room with Stan where Cathy is still waiting with Lynda who is comforting the girl). NICK: Cathy... we have a really big favour to ask of you... CATHY: That's ok, go ahead. NICK: The stunning device has been broken. I really don't want to let all of the viewers down tonight, and I think you can do it without the device. I have told them we will only go ahead if you agree, and I have demanded that Lynda and I both hold your hands the whole time. CATHY: You want to slaughter me without stunning me? NICK: Yes. CATHY: And if I don't agree? NICK: Then we wait a couple of hours until the stunning device is fixed, there will be no prizes for your family, and no gourmet cook. You will just be another carcass to be processed, and everyone on the show loses their job. CATHY (to Stan): Will it hurt? STAN: I have done it many times when I was younger - my knife is really sharp and it wont feel any worse than the prick from the blood test you just gave. CATHY: I meant dying... STAN: Like falling asleep. CATHY: (Pauses in thought) Ok. (end of commercial break) (Lynda and Nick are now dressed in brown overalls like Stan) LYNDA: Welcome back to Kill Her, Cook Her, Eat Her! You the viewers at home have chosen one lucky woman tonight to be our dish of the day (cut to Cathy in her gown again trying to smile). Earlier in the show, one lucky contestant found they were pregnant and will be going home with the usual five year lottery exemption as a result. (cut to waving Kelly and her two children in the audience). NICK: We had three other contestants who weren't as lucky as Cathy or Kelly (cut to see the wall so far blocking the view of the audience from the slaughter process is being pushed aside by stage hands. Behind it there are three carcasses hanging by their ankles - their torsos have all been neatly cut down the middle to remove their internal organs which are in a stainless steel tray in front of each of them. The FSA man is scanning them and we see his display showing them as `SLAUGHTERED' with today's date. He briefly checks each body cavity and internal organs, then stamps `Grade A. Fit for consumption' on the back of the first two carcasses. The third carcass is a fat woman who gets `Grade C. Fit for consumption'.) NICK: Lets have a warm round of applause for Cordelia, Jane and Heather! (audience applauds) (Cut to Lynda who is now on a podium in front of the studio audience with Cathy in her robe) LYNDA: And now for our winner Cathy (waits for applause to subside). Cathy has something to say to us before we slaughter her. CATHY: (suddenly appearing to get stage fright) Erm, thank you. I wanted to win this show as a tribute to my mother. Before she was slaughtered, she said that when it came to my turn, I should hold my head up high and show people who I am. I am going to do that Lynda, and I have decided that I want to be slaughtered without being stunned. (shocked gasps from the audience, then huge applause). LYNDA: I think that's a wonderful gesture, and a fitting tribute. Nick and I will hold your hands the whole time (more applause). There is one more formality to go through, and that is the prize for your family (cut to a rather elderly man and two girls aged about 7 and 10 in the hospitality room, unseen by Cathy. They wave to the camera.) LYNDA: You may choose either: A seven year lottery exemption for both of your sisters when they become Cattle (camera cuts to the two girls. Audience gasps); OR a family car like this one (cut to image of an expensive red car); OR a holiday for you father and a friend of his choice in the Bahamas for 4 weeks! LYNDA: I can give you a few seconds to think it over... Have to hurry you... CATHY: There is really nothing to think about. Dad really needs a new car! (Audience applauds. Then a huge cheer when Cathy's family appear behind her and hug her on the stage. Her dad hugs Cathy enthusiastically. Cathy is in tears). LYNDA (to Cathy's dad): How do you feel now you are going to see your daughter slaughtered and cooked tonight? DAD: I'm so proud of her (he wipes a tear from his eye). LYNDA: What part of her do you want to eat the most? DAD: I'm with Nick on that - I want to eat her breasts (audience laughs), but I want to try the rest of her as well. LYNDA: We will just show Cathy's Dad and her sisters to their seats (we see them sitting in the front row). Over to you Nick. NICK: (In a serious tone) We have seen the contestants, the audience have chosen Cathy as the winner. All that remains is to kill her, cook her, and eat her. Cathy, Come over to be slaughtered please. (Cathy is still in her robe, and walks across the studio, past her three fellow contestants hanging by their ankles. She looks at them as she passes). (Lynda joins Nick. Nick greets Cathy with a kiss on the cheek. There is no special equipment on stage now, just a bench under the winch rail) NICK: Cathy, you have been a wonderful contestant, but the time has come now for you to be slaughtered. (Cathy nods, but doesn't speak). This is Stan, who will be slaughtering you. (Stan is a slim man about 60 years old) STAN: Hello Cathy (he holds his hand out to her and she gingerly shakes it). NICK: Cathy has asked that she be slaughtered without being stunned... (spontaneous applause) Stan have you ever done that before. STAN: Oh yes, it used to be the normal method about 20 years ago. The procedure is slightly different to a stunned slaughter though. NICK: Perhaps you could talk us through it when Cathy is ready. Cathy, could you remove your robe and lay on this bench so that we can attach the chains to your ankles please. (Cathy is stoically holding back tears, but does as she is told. An assistant attaches the shackles on a hoist chain to both of her ankles - these are padded for comfort. There is a bar between the two shackles to spread Cathy's ankles by about 60cm. The FSA man scans her barcode and the display is shown on screen. The assistant checks she is comfortable and she nods. Stan presses the hoist button and Cathy is slowly lifted off the bench until she is high enough to be unable to touch the ground below her with her fingers. She hugs her hands tight to her stomach. The bench is removed by stage hands). NICK: Are you comfortable Cathy? CATHY: (quietly) I'm ok. STAN: This is a good time to hold her hands - it is obviously quite frightening. (Nick and Lynda each take one of Cathy's hands - she visibly relaxes a little). STAN: Very briefly the procedure I will use tonight. (he bends down and the shot is of Cathy's face and neck). I will insert my blade here and here (pointing to a position either side of Cathy's neck - she flinches). I will cut the main vein either side allowing her to bleed very freely. If she had been stunned I would have cut her windpipe as well, but that would distress her as she is still conscious. NICK: I don't follow? STAN: Feeling your blood draining away doesn't actually hurt, but if you were unable to breath as well, it could cause you some panic. We aren't barbarians you know (nervous laugh from audience). I will then let her bleed out for a few seconds. NICK: And why is that? STAN: I don't want to get blood in my boots! (Producer's note: this slaughter man is pure gold!). NICK: The voice of experience. Then what? STAN: I will then cut from here (camera follows his fingers which are touching a point just above her pubic bone). Down to here (he traces a line with his finger to the apex of her chest). This is the skilled part of the job because I need to cut deep enough to sever her stomach muscles, but not so deep I damage her intestines which must remain intact in order to not contaminate her carcass. NICK: If I can stop you there Stan - Cathy is gripping my hand like there is no tomorrow. Are you ok Cathy? CATHY: (almost inaudible) Yes. NICK: What next? STAN: I would place my left hand inside the cut here (his hand is just above her pubic bone again). I would then pull her reproductive organs forward so that I could cut around her anus with my right hand without nicking her vagina or uterus. (Stan is demonstrating a cutting around motion on Cathy's anus which is captured by an overhead camera) NICK: Is that why her legs are spread like that? STAN: Yes - it affords me a good view and plenty of room to cut around her anus. NICK: It is a lovely view as well. STAN: As soon as her anus is separated, I will pinch the end together inside her body cavity so as not to contaminate her carcass with any faecal matter. I will then use the knife to cut some arteries to her intestines, liver and stomach, then cut her oesophagus just under her diaphragm, and remove the whole lot in one go and place it in the tray for inspection. An important point to note is that had she been stunned, I would have run the initial cut right down to here (He runs his fingers from her pubic bone right down to near her throat - the touch appears to have made Cathy's nipples erect - the camera lingers for a little while on them). I would then be able to remove the lungs and heart at the same time. NICK: Your knife will go through that cartilage? STAN: (removing his knife and showing it to the camera) My knife is very sharp, and this serrated part of the blade will go through most things quite easily. NICK: But instead you are going to remove her organs in two parts. STAN: That's right. I will then quickly remove her bladder and kidneys. Her reproductive organs will remain on her carcass for Larissa to butcher. LYNDA: (she is kneeling down to speak to Cathy. Cathy is trembling slightly - Lynda is stroking Cathy's breast reassuringly, and it seems to be helping). Cathy, are you ok? - we will hold your hands every second. CATHY: I'm ok. LYNDA: Are you frightened? CATHY: A bit. LYNDA: In a few seconds, Stan is going to cut the main veins in your neck. Is there anything you would like to say? CATHY: (tears running freely) Yes please. Dad I love you. And mum - I know you are watching over me - I love you too. (camera cuts to Cathy's dad but he has missed Cathy's words as he is talking to a large breasted, dark haired teenaged girl next to him and looking down her top). NICK: Can we bring the lights down please (lights go down so that only the area around Cathy is lit). NICK: Stan... (pauses for 30 seconds. Camera cuts between Cathy's face and members of the audience, who have surprisingly similar expressions). Could you slaughter Cathy please. (Stan kneels down next to Cathy - we get a close-up of his knife pressing into her neck. It suddenly breaks the skin. With a practiced flick, Stan severs the first vein and instantly blood pours from the wound. He repeats the manoeuvre on the other side of her neck. Camera pulls back to reveal Cathy's upper body, blood gushing past her ears into a tray of sawdust beneath her. We can just see her arms trying to move, but as promised, Nick and Lynda are holding her hands tightly. Cathy is gasping, and looking like she is panicking a little. Despite the danger of being splashed by blood, Lynda kneels, soothes her by stroking her breast again) Lynda: You are doing beautifully, Cathy. Your dad looks so proud of you (the director chose not to cut to her dad at this point as he was still looking down the teenager's top). You are being really brave... (Cathy relaxes visibly. Her nipples are erect again. After a few more seconds the blood flow slows to a trickle and her breathing is barely noticeable. Her eyes are still locked on Lynda and it looks like her mouth is trying to form a word.) (Stan moves in and slices down from her pubic bone to the apex of her chest. Blood oozes, but doesn't gush from this wound. Camera cuts back to Cathy's face which is wide eyed. It looks like she is trying to speak but cant. Stan pushes his left hand inside the wound, then the overhead camera captures him carefully slicing around her anus. Cathy's eyes are rolling a little. A swift movement with the knife near her diaphragm and Stan lifts her intestines, liver and stomach free from her body and places them into a metal tray in front of Cathy. Stan pauses for a second) NICK: Why are you waiting? STAN: Its not considered professional to cut into the ribcage while she is still both conscious and breathing, so I will give it a few seconds. NICK: I have to say, I thought she was going to break my fingers when you cut around her bottom. (Cut to Lynda who is still whispering to Cathy, and stroking her breast. The nipple is still erect, and we can see the tiny rise and fall of her chest). STAN: People don't always appreciate that death isn't instant, death is a gradual fading away. They say that hearing is the last thing to go, and she can certainly still hear us at the moment. NICK: (bends down to Cathy's ear), Cathy, you really were amazing, and I for one really am proud to have known you. (close-up of her face. Her eyes flicker a little). STAN: Ok she has stopped breathing. You better move your hand out of the way Lynda. (Stan cuts through the cartilage on Cathy's chest with rather more effort than he needed on her tummy, and pulls her body cavity open to reveal her lungs and heart. Although not beating, the heart is still fluttering slightly. With a deft cut, Stan removes Cathy's heart and lungs and places them in the metal tray. After a few seconds, her bladder is placed in the same tray and her kidneys go into a small separate container.) STAN: Nick, Lynda... I have now slaughtered Cathy without her being stunned. NICK: (Dropping Cathy's hand which flops limply down) Ladies and gentlemen, if she can still hear us - a big round of applause for Cathy! (Huge audience cheering, which goes on for over a minute - awkward as we are already behind schedule. We see the FSA man discretely scan Cathy's barcode showing the display on screen again, checking the intestines and carcass, then stamping the back of Cathy's neck with `Grade A+. Fit for consumption'). LYNDA: (Standing up next to Cathy, face visibly speckled with blood) That was the most moving thing I have ever seen. (She wipes a tear from her eye). Stan, can you help us get Cathy onto Larissa's butchery table? (they slide Cathy's carcass along the winch rail to a stainless steel table and lower Cathy face up onto it. Stan removes the shackles). LARISSA: I'm going to hurry on a bit here, Lynda dear. I have prepared some ingredients already, so I wonder if you could push your hand into Cathy's vagina, feel for her cervix with your finger tips, then stretch it open a bit so you can get two fingers in it - it might be quite stiff at first. You can hold her uterus still with your other hand. (Linda does this as if she is trying not to hurt Cathy.) LYNDA: I have found her cervix. Its not too tight actually. LARISSA: Really? Well, can you stuff her uterus via her cervix, then her vagina with this please, it is some chopped olives in a vinaigrette sauce and some mozzarella cheese - the recipe is on the website. LYNDA: (she gets on with the job she has been given) It is really quite warm inside her still - it feels as if she could still be alive. LARISSA: She can probably still hear us, and maybe feel us, although I will remove her head in a minute. (The camera picks up Lynda discretely rubbing Cathy's clitoris before she stuffs another handful of ingredients inside her). LARISSA: While you do that I will take her breasts off First I am going to inject through the nipple with a saffron solution just to infuse them with a little flavour, then slice under them cleanly, rub the skin with a little olive oil so they don't scorch and I am going to dip the cut side in some salt. This isn't for flavour, it is to help leach out some of the fat. You can really only do this with small firm breasts - big ones will just be too fatty to eat. (She injects and cuts as she is talking, then places the two breasts into a baking tray and hands them to an assistant). LARISSA: I'm going to remove a few of her ribs for the children to eat (she very quickly removes the skin covering Cathy's ribs, and speedily slices about 10 ribs and places them on a baking tray.) My assistant will cover them in a barbecue sauce. How is her vagina coming? LYNDA: I think I'm done. LARISSA: I will quickly remove it - the reason I asked you to stuff her sexual organs `in situ' is that they can be slippery things once they are out of the body - they are much easier to stuff if one end is still attached (audience laughs. She quickly slices around Cathy's opening, then holds the whole organ for the camera to see). I know the men will be fighting over these delicious little lips (audience laughs again). We will fry this in a hot pan for a couple of minutes, then marinade in a red wine sauce. LARISSA: I'm going to remove her head now so that it doesn't get damaged when we turn her over - it would be a shame to break a tooth or something (she cuts quickly through Cathy's neck between the vertebrae, then passes the head to one of the production team). We will get her head cleaned up a little for the table later. (two more of the production team then help to turn Cathy over, face down so to speak). LARISSA: (she pats Cathy's bottom, which looks exactly like it did before she was slaughtered, apart from a gaping hole where her anus used to be). I used to have a bottom like this you know (the audience laughs - her bottom is rather large now. She deftly removes the skin from both buttock cheeks). I am going to cut some steaks directly from the carcass - normally to avoid waste I would remove the buttocks first, but we are really short of time. (She starts to slice six thick steaks from each buttock and places the meat on a metal tray). I think just a little seasoning before grilling them and these will be absolutely delicious. LYNDA: (to the camera) We will get those delicious cuts of meat into the oven. I know Larissa is going to butcher the rest of the carcass for Cathy's dad to take home. Join us after the news - We have killed her, we will have cooked her, so we just need to eat her. (audience applauds - cut to news) (Producer's Note: The subsequent news program included a segment about this program. It mentioned Cathy's decision not to be stunned and showed Cathy's neck veins being cut, then cut to Larissa removing the head.) (Return after a 30 minute break for the news. This segment is in the format of a 15 minute `results' show) NICK: Welcome back to Kill her, cook her, eat her. (the audience are still present and applaud. The studio just has a large round table set for dinner, the lighting making it seem like an intimate gathering rather than in a studio in front of an audience. Various members of the studio are already seated at it - Cathy's dad and his two daughters; Hailey and Poppy; Stan; Nick; Lynda and Kelly - the pregnant contestant). NICK: Earlier in the evening, the audience selected one contestant to be slaughtered live on air... LYNDA: ...And the un-stunned slaughter is an experience none of us in this studio will forget. NICK: Our resident chef butchered her, then cooked various parts of her for our enjoyment. Would you please welcome the winner of our show... Cathy! (huge applause - Larissa enters, carrying Cathy's head on a silver salver. The head has been cleaned of any blood, and had some discrete makeup applied to make it look more alive. The hair has been let down back into the same style it was in when we first saw Cathy. The judicious use of pins has kept her eyes open and looking in the same direction, and they also keep her face looking vivacious and smiling. Larissa places the salver in the middle of the table. LYNDA: I am certain she cant here me this long after she was slaughtered, but Cathy - you were a wonderful contestant. (more applause). NICK: I can see Larissa has the first course ready now (Larissa brings a tray with the barbecue ribs and everyone takes at least one. Camera pans around the table - everyone is tucking in to the ribs.) LARISSA: I made these as a starter, and I was fairly sure even the younger ones would enjoy them. The breasts and reproductive organs are a slightly more of an acquired taste, and I didn't want the kids to go hungry. LYNDA: They are very nice - I may have to grab another before they all go... (she then turns to Poppy, Nicks elder daughter) You felt quite comfortable with the idea of being slaughtered Poppy. How do you feel having seen Cathy? POPPY: It was soooo amazing! I want to be slaughtered without being stunned. LYNDA: Really? I am fairly sure Cathy felt some pain during parts of it. POPPY: It just seems like there is a right way and a wrong way to be slaughtered. I think the right way is to be awake while you are being slaughtered, like Cathy was. (Audience applauds - Poppy, rather surprised by this, beams with pride) LYNDA: How do you feel about that Nick? NICK: I wont hold her to it - there is probably lots of time to decide, but if that's what she wants I will be very proud of her and I will hold her hand like I did with Cathy. (more applause. Larissa appears with the next dish - two slightly browned, small breasts steaming on a carving board. Larissa starts to carve them into thin slices which she passes around - there is enough for two slices each. NICK: (tastes a mouthful of breast) Ohhh... delicious... you can taste that hint of saffron, Larissa. (camera cuts to Cathy's dad who has just tasted some breast and seems equally enthused). NICK: (to Cathy's dad) What did you think of them? CATHY'S DAD: Mmmmm... just superb, they are melting in my mouth. Larissa has really done them justice. As Cathy was growing up I would see her breasts and think `oh don't grow any more please' and thank goodness they didn't. (he turns to his two young daughters) And you two - I want to eat your breasts too, so promise me you wont let yours get big either! The older daughter appears to have started developing breasts and goes bright red - she says `Dad!' and digs her father in the ribs - the audience laughs. Everyone eats the breast slices quickly, and Larissa appears with the next course - Cathy's reproductive organ on another chopping board. Larissa slices across the organ so the cuts come out as broad round slices encircling the steaming stuffing mixture. She dishes at least one slice to everyone - the children nibble it but don't like it. LARISSA: Who would like the crackling lips? (Nick, Lynda, Cathy's dad, and Poppy all put there hands up). There are only two, and they are not very big... I think Cathy's dad should have one... (she carefully slices one of the crispy labia from Cathy's vagina and passes it to Cathy's dad) and I think Poppy deserves one as long as it is going to be eaten? (Poppy nods, and Larissa passes her the other labia. The camera watches Poppy gingerly taste the labia with her tongue, then nibble one end, then put the rest of the labia in her mouth and started chewing). NICK: It's not like you to try new foods, Poppy... what do you think of it? POPPY: It is lovely... crispy but juicy at the same time. NICK: So what made you put your hand up to try it? (it is Poppy's turn to go red now, but she seems to forget for a moment she is on live TV) POPPY: Well... her lips... down below... are quite similar to mine.... and I just wondered what they would taste like. NICK: (Laughs) If you end up on my dinner table, I am definitely getting first choice of your crispy lips! CATHY'S DAD: Maybe I can get an invite Nick - this labia is lovely, and I bet Poppy's will be just as tasty. (even Poppy's ears have turned red in embarrassment) LARISSA: Of course there is special symbolism to the labia. Every man who has serviced Cathy, Cathy herself has probably pleasured herself many times, and maybe even had some female lovers, and all that passion has been between those labia. They say that those who eat the labia are experiencing the passion of each of those times again. (Poppy's embarrassment is too much for her and she hides her face until she has recovered her composure). LYNDA: (to Kelly, the pregnant contestant) What do you think of the uterus Kelly? KELLY: (briefly finishing her mouthful) Lovely - The flesh is lovely and tender, and I love what you did with the stuffing Larissa. LYNDA: Of course it could have been you on the table tonight. KELLY: Yes, but I don't think I would have won - I would be hanging up with those other three. (audience laughs) I don't think I would have been brave enough to have done it without being stunned. You wouldn't have been eating my uterus now either - after two kids, mine must have the texture of a leather handbag by now, and my labia are way bigger than Cathy's, or Poppy's for that matter (poor Poppy looks like she wishes she could be swallowed up). LARISSA: I haven't met the woman yet who cant provide a perfect cut of meat from somewhere on her body. (She pauses for a moment, appraising Kelly) Kelly, are you still in milk? KELLY: Yes. After my youngest was born I intended to get a little extra income by selling my breast milk, but as it turned out, both my kids' dads like my milk in the morning (audience laughs). NICK: Oh tell me about it. Of all the things we missed when Hailey's mum was slaughtered, I think we missed the fresh, warm milk on our cereal the most. HAILEY: I missed being tucked in at night. NICK: (to Hailey) I know princess... but you know that when a woman has to be slaughtered, she has to be slaughtered. (he hugs her shoulders, she seems a bit sad but ok). LARISSA: As I was saying Kelly... your breasts are in milk which means that if they were skinned and diced fairly finely, then hot fried with some tarragon, they would make the most creamy, rich, delightful carbonara you could ever taste. KELLY: I really didn't know! I will definitely keep them in milk as long as I can then. (Larissa gets the final course - a plate of steaming rump steaks.) LYNDA: (still eating) You were right about these steaks Larissa. Gorgeous. (murmurs of agreement from the table). Stan, you slaughtered Cathy today, how comfortable are you about eating her now? STAN: I have mixed feelings... On the one hand she is absolutely top quality meat, and I am truly privileged to have eaten her. Conversely, she seemed perfect motherhood material, and it is a shame she didn't achieve that. LYNDA: Do you think three months to get pregnant is long enough? STAN: For someone like Cathy or Jane the schoolteacher, maybe not. On the other hand, Heather and Cordelia didn't really deserve to get as much as three months - they could have been slaughtered immediately. (spontaneous applause from the audience). I don't know how you put that into a rule book though. LYNDA: Something for our lawmakers to consider maybe. (they continue to eat the steaks - the camera cuts to each of them to see their reaction to the food). NICK: There is just one formality to complete before the end of the show. Cathy won a prize for her Dad and we have that prize for him now. (Cathy's dad and his daughters stand up and follow Nick to a large door in the studio wall which starts to open. A large, shiny, expensive red car is driven through the door and stops in front of them. A stage hand gets out of the car) NICK: Its yours - climb in and enjoy! (audience applauds - the two girls get into the back seat, and Cathy's dad gets behind the wheel) Larissa has butchered the rest of Cathy's carcass, and those cuts of meat are in a cool box in the boot. There is one final guest of honour of course - Cathy! (audience cheers. Larissa is carrying Cathy's head in a protective, clear Perspex box, and places it into the boot with the cool box). LYNDA: Tonight we have killed her, NICK: ...cooked her LYNDA: ...and eaten her BOTH: Goodnight! (theme tune starts, closing credits. Cathy's dad and sisters wave from inside the car). A large, shiny, red car is parked in a television studio car park. There are two girls in the back seat - one aged about 7 is testing the electric windows. The other, aged about 10 is idly watching her father who is sitting in the passenger seat with his trousers and underwear on the drivers seat. The remains of the girls' sister are in the boot. A large breasted, dark haired, teenage girl is kneeling on the floor between the mans legs, holding her breasts wrapped around his penis, sliding them up and down its length. Every so often, she loosens her breasts enough to swirl his knob with her tongue. The man has his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. "Is it hard enough now? Only my mum is waiting for me." she asks. "Go on then" he replies. He opens his eyes and can see a woman whom he presumes to be the girls mother waiting a few yards from the car. The teenager is all but naked and climbs onto the man's lap, straddling him. She lowers herself down onto his erection, then starts to grind down on him, his full length inside her. She has been with one boy her own age in the past, but having seen the TV program being recorded today, she has decided to make more effort in avoiding the lottery draw. She finds it a little off-putting to be watched by the older girl from the back seat however. The man is at the right height now to bite at her nipples and squeeze her large heaving breasts as she fucks him, and it is enough to take her mind off the voyeur. "Ahh! yes...", she gets into her rhythm, "Fuck me.... Fuck me...." "Mind your language please, there are youngsters in the car" he admonishes. "Ahhh!... sorry.... ahhh! give me your spunk..." In a sudden burst of speed, his hips thrust faster and faster until she feels his warm, fertile sperm being deposited deep within her. The girl gets dressed, but begins to feel the semen sliding down her inner thigh already. As she leaves the car, the older daughter offers "Good luck!" The car drives off as the teenager returns to her mother who asks how the servicing went. 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