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Interesting Times - Page 16 - Processing Factory - By pyraneespomegranates - Overview
You head over to the human meat processing factory.

When you get there, you enter into an empty waiting room. Behind a large glass viewing screen, you see a raven-haired girl strip out of her clothes, placing them into a laundry chute.

You watch as she walks over to one of the machines - the factory is completely automated - and lays face down, naked, on the machine's bench. She's sprayed first with soapy water, then scrubbed by machine sponges to clean her before she's processed.

A large steel dildo appears on a bar behind her, and a cushioned metal rest lowers onto her back to lock her onto the padded bench. The dildo slides forward, and she moans as she's penetrated by the machine.

It pistons back and forth, and you watch, fascinated, as another contraption moves into place above the rest, a large bolt stopping just behind her head.

A screen on a kiosk next to the viewing glass lights up next to you, and explains what's going on. A sultry female voice explains, "In accordance with the law, the subject is currently being stimulated before processing. In this automated system, the subject will continue to be stimulated until orgasm, whereupon the machine will cause the subject to expire before the automated process then handles the meat, butchering and packaging it to be sent to local supermarkets. All parts of the subject are used, and we are proud to announce that there is no wastage!"

The kiosk gives a little diagram of a human body, with various highlights showing meat cuts.

You return your attention to the girl. She begins shaking with an orgasm, and moans out, one hand rubbing her pussy and the metal dick fucking her, her other arm clutching the padded bench.

After a ten-second countdown announced by the voice from the kiosk, you watch as the bolt explosively leaps forward, piercing the back of her skull.

The girl goes limp, her arm falling to her side as the bench moves forward into a metal container. You hear saw blades, but the view is blocked. Regardless, little sealed styrofoam packages then move out of the conveyor belt at the other end of the machine.

"Would you like to be next?" The voice from the kiosk chimes, and a "Yes" button appears on the touch screen. Will you press it?
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