A commission for Schneeba

“PRISONERS!” The guard ordered. “Follow the instructions printed on the wall. You are all required to cleanse yourselves thoroughly before admission. Disobedience will be dealt with harshly.” He led them into the shower room and chained them up in individual stalls above squat toilets.

Jane could feel the laxatives she’d been force-fed beginning to work their magic. Her asshole tingled and spasmed. Her guts felt heavy and painful. In the stall next to Jane, she could hear tinkling, as her friend Erin strained herself with a low moan. There was a watery plopping sound as she dropped a large deuce into the bowl.

It felt humiliating, but the pressure building in Jane’s bladder was undeniable. She released a thin stream of piss into the waiting bowl. Why had they decided on taking a weekend drive to Dolcett County? It had seemed like such a fun idea at the time. Just head on in on Feast Day to sample some BBQ, and then drive back home. Now she was squatting over the porcelain in a prison bathroom, serving a sentence she didn’t even really understand. What kind of punishment was conversion? Nobody at the courthouse would explain it to her clearly.

Jane felt her asshole loosen involuntarily. She grunted as she squeezed out long tubes of crap into her shallow basin until her bowels were completely empty. She looked around for the toilet paper - but there was none. She guessed that she was expected to wash herself clean in the shower.

The guard seemed satisfied that the laxatives had done their job, and he unchained Jane from the wall and led her over to the showers where her ankles were chain-locked to the floor.
“Soap yourselves up bitches.” He commanded with a wan smile. “It’s gonna be the last one you get for a while. You all wanna be nice and clean girls.”
He turned a knob and the showers started spraying water onto them that was just a bit too hot for Jane’s taste. It drenched her hair and steamed up the room. Jane pressed the soap dispenser in front of her and a wad of slippery white liquid soap spurted into her hand. She rubbed it into her undercarriage first, desperate to clean her butt.


“So, who are you and what are you all in for?” The purple haired girl asked the girls in the prison shower line next to her. “I’m Faye, and I was arrested for jaywalking… I knew better… but I was in such a rush.”
“I’m Carly” The dark haired pregnant woman began. “Went to the doctors for a checkup on my baby… and well - it turns out it’s my third girl… you all know what that means”
“That’s ridiculous” Jane stuttered with indignation. “What kind of crime is giving birth to a girl?”
There was a sniggering from down the line. “You must not be from around here…” Said a lady with stylish dark hair. “Everyone in Dolcett knows the breeding laws…. I’m Monica by the way… and I’m here because my husband forgot to update his barbeque license on time.”
“That’s horrible… it wasn’t even something you did?” Jane was mortified. “My name is Jane, and this is Erin… and we were just passing through Dolcett… we were just here to visit the big barbeque, and I didn’t realize I’d parked in front of a fire hydrant… We were only there for 5 minutes. I don’t care how good the pork is supposed to be - it isn’t worth all this!”

Jane soaped herself up and let the warm water drizzle down onto her until she was glistening clean. The other girls also gleamed wetly under the hot rain, their breasts jiggling as they attended to their individual hygiene.
“I don’t even know what we’re being sentenced to … What the hell is conversion anyway?” Jane ranted. How long are we even gonna be imprisoned for?”
The girls from Dolcett lowered their heads slightly and remained silent. It was as if they all knew what it meant, but didn’t want to say anything.
Monica was the only one who said anything… “I think you’re in for a bit of an unpleasant surprise…” she said dourly.

The guard returned and stopped the showers with a flick of his wrist…
“Alright prisoners - time to get you out onto the floor and all converted.” He yelled stoically. Chains and collars went around their necks, and they were all led out of the showers and through the nearby doorway.
“Jane… I really wish we hadn’t taken this trip to Dolcett.” Erin whinged with a hint of fear showing in her voice. “I’ve told you I had a really bad feeling”

The line of wet women was led into a great open space, filled with some horrible looking stainless steel machinery. It would look like some kind of factory, or abattoir if there weren’t girls tied up in all kinds of industrial style bondage. One of the nearby horror movie setups was a line of girls with their hands and legs suspended to metal bars bolted deep into the ground and ceiling. Jane didn’t usually mind such things.. But this seemed somehow macabre in a way she didn’t truly understand

As Jane and the girls passed by, the nearest guard removed what looked like a very sharp knife from a workbench and proceeded to one of the suspended maidens. He took the blade and carefully ran it down the back of a woman with dyed blue hair. She screamed and tensed, but her bondage prevented her from so much as budging an inch. Slowly he used it to pare back her skin, peeling it from her upper torso and head. Blood dripped from her exposed muscle and sinew.

Jane’s stomach did loops. She felt like she was gonna be sick. How could anyone do this to a person? It wasn’t right. Next in line was a short green haired teen, Jane guessed she couldn’t have been a day over the age of 19. She begged and pleaded, but no mercy was given. Her attending guard just slitted her back open casually, like it was something he did every day. Her cries were feral as he pulled on the flaps with his bare hands and ripped them wide so he could get a better angle to continue brutally flaying the poor teenager alive. Jane came to a stomach churning realization… The Feast Day barbeque was a cannibal feast… It all made sense now.

“Right this way, meat” The guard ushered along Jane’s chain-gang of girls. “You lot are scheduled for the steaming racks.”
“S-steaming R--racks?” Erin stammered senselessly “L-like… Y-you’re gonna C-cook us?”
“Jeez you’re a dumb bitch, aren’t you?” grumped Monica, getting a sad little laugh out of the girls from Dolcett. “You came to Dolcett for Feast Day… and you didn’t even know they’d be serving roasted women?”
“I- I just heard that the food was really good.” Jane replied on Erin’s behalf.
“Yeah - to die for” Faye interjected, getting another half-hearted chuckle from all the girls in the know. “Shit… it had to be Steaming.. I always kind of thought I had the body for a whole roaster”

Jane went silent. How could this girl even think that? They were all going to be executed and turned into food.. And all Faye could think about was that she wasn’t going to be cooked how she had envisioned? It was pure madness. What kind of life goal was that? Was everyone in Dolcett county as insane as Faye?

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