The Beach Collection Machines

The Beach Collection Machines

Prologue: The scientists who came up with the virus didn’t think it would be used, but one group decided to use it. Within a week of the release by some extremists, the virus had infected 90% of the known population. Although those infected with the virus were unaware of the changes, soon, populations took notice. Nine months after the release, the first litter of 10 girls was produced. Very quickly, world populations were changing. Men were being born, but the ration of male to female births was approximately 1:100.

Scientists were baffled, until notes were discovered detailing a gene manipulation. The effects were irreversible and soon, the men predicted, world food supplies would be destroyed. Drastic measures were called for. So, the population control order was passed. Females between the ages of 18-30 were electronically tagged in their ears. If the girl had been selected by the national computer, and she entered a processing area, a force field would be erected around her, and she would be led to a processing machine, to become someone meal.

Some girls, deciding they would rather just skip the suspense, volunteered to be meat. But these requests were usually denied, except in the most special of circumstances. One other law, known as the hunt law, was passed. Any Male could go out and use a selector unit to pick a girl, to become their personal meal.

This is the tale of one girl, Samantha, and her experience with a processing machine.

Samantha walked along the beach, her newly tagged ear still hurting. She didn’t like the little tag, dangling from her head. She knew all the girls were going to have one, but still, she didn’t like it.

“If only the country’s meat service had picked a different color or something” she mused to herself.

Samantha was a new 18 yr old girl, having just celebrated her birthday. She was walking on the beach near her home, looking for some of her friends. She didn’t see them, but she did see some of the local high school boys. One in particular, Josh, had his eyes on her. Josh was the star receiver of the football team, and Samantha was just a lowly majorette. Still, she had been noticed by some of the boys, especially since the majorettes uniforms were nothing more than a red leotard and a few pieces of string for a skirt.

Samantha continued to walk along the beach, her metallic blue bikini shimmering in the midday sun. Samantha wasn’t overly endowed, but she was sporting a nice set of 36C breasts, and a nice tight ass. She stood only 5-5, and weighed in at 110 pounds.

“I wonder what they are doing here” Samantha pondered, noticing that Josh had a remote control looking device in his hand. “I hope they’re not hunting today. The pickings on the beach are not very much”

Josh meanwhile was showing the device to his friends, but he was saving the special function for himself. He had received the hunting remote as a gift from the coach, after leading the team to the finals of the state tournament.

Samantha spread out her towel, and laid down, intending to tan herself before heading home. She mused that she had picked a good spot, not too close to the water, but not too far from home. Living near the ocean did have its advantages.

Josh’s friends all were happy about the game, but they decided that Josh needed some time to himself, so they bid him a good day, and departed. They had the idea to pool their money, and see if they could get a new hunting remote. Josh smiled as the other guys left. He didn’t want to share Samantha and her gift with them just yet. Eying the remote, he depressed a red button, firing off a “shot” at Samantha, and hearing the system chime, indicating a good hit. Samantha was about to get a surprise.

Samantha had seen the other boys leave, and thinking she was alone, she got up, and started walking back towards her home.

As she passed one of the collection machines, however, it became alert. Samantha then bumped into a force field. “Oh,” she thought, “it must have detected a girl to be collected, but who?” Feeling around, she noticed that the only way she could go was towards the machine’s open portal. “But, but, I don’t want to be processed now” she screamed. She turned around, and then saw Josh, smiling at her. “Josh must have been hunting. That was what the remote control was, A Hunting remote.

Samantha then felt a shock on her ass. The force fields were moving, closing her movement down, and forcing her into the open machine’s mouth.

As she entered the machine, Josh’s remote beeped at him, with a query as to how he wanted his meal prepared. Josh selected a spit roast, over an open fire, in which he could observe. The machine beeped its acceptance of the request.

Samantha had been standing in the entranceway of the machine, when the door behind her sealed shut. A computerized voice told her to remove her clothing, and place her arms behind her back. Samantha removed her top, and her bottoms, tossing them into a box. As she put her hands behind her back, metal cuffs secured her wrists together.

“Samantha, you have been hunted, and your hunter has selected a live spit roasting. You will now be processed and cooked. Your family will receive the governments reward for your meat. Now, please lie down, and elevate your feet, placing your ankles into the metal brackets.”

Samantha did as the voice instructed, knowing that failure to do so would only cause the process to become more forceful.

The machine clamped her ankles and hoisted her into the air, upside down. Then the computer began the process of prepping the meat. The conveyor moved forward, and Samantha found herself hanging over a pool. Then she was dipped into the liquid. A slight burning sensation and she was removed, along with all her hair.

Samantha was now a hairless girl. She was moved forward by the machine, and found herself dangling under some hoses. As the machine stopped her body, the hoses extended, and imbedded themselves in her pussy and ass. As she squirmed at the intruders, water was pumped in, and then sucked out. The process was repeated three times, before the machine allowed her to move on.

Finally, Samantha was dangling over a trough, as a saw descended and split her belly open, spilling her guts, liver, and other organs out. A few quick cuts and the only remaining organs were her heart and lungs. Then a needle and thread were used to sew her closed, and another hose was dropped by the machine. Samantha was getting delirious, but as the tube was placed, she knew it wasn’t going to be much longer before she was going over the coals. As the machine sensed the tube was in place, stuffing was pumped into her hollowed out cavity, filling her totally. When she was stuffed fully, the tube was extracted, and the machine moved Samantha on to the final station.

Outside the machine, Josh was watching as the machine setup a barbeque pit, complete with coals and 2 vertical brackets. Josh smiled, thinking he was the luckiest guy to have been able to capture Samantha.

Samantha reached the final station. She was drifting in and out of awareness, but the machine was ready for that. A quick prick and she was wide awake. Then she saw the spit moving into position. The machine lined it up with her pussy, and then it was entering her, sliding along her clit, making her horny as hell. As the metal tip came up her throat, she gagged, opened her mouth, and the metal point emerged. Samantha was spitted, and ready.

The machine rotated the spit to a horizontal position, and 2 mechanical hands came out, and carried her spit out, and placed her over the coals. Samantha’s last view was alternating between Josh, the sky, the ocean, the coals beneath her, and back to Josh. Samantha was wildly aroused after the spit had entered her, and she rode it like a wild girl, humping the spit, trying to have another orgasm.

Josh watched, smiling at Samantha’s show, until he noticed that her eyes had dulled, and her movements had stopped. Josh now looked on as his dinner cooked, turning a nice golden brown. The machine had also processed 2 other girls, but they were going to be kept on ice, until the meat truck came to collect their parts.

Josh saw his friends coming, and motioned them to join him, deciding that since they had made the bet, they should be there to help him with the prize, a well cooked majorette.

The End.