The Citizen Feels Death: Changed World, Tue 6 thru Fri 9 Aug 2402
By Grendel
It turned out that Molly had not showered. She had slept there, in the shower stall, covered with my pee and her own … through the night. And that was … that was … pretty cool. I grinned at her as the splatter of my pee on her face woke her up choking and coughing. She drank my piss, acted as my toilet paper, and scrubbed my back as we showered together. I scrubbed her back too … and other bits.
After drying off I had Marisol and Sonia hold her legs and pin her as I caned the living fuck out of her cunt while she screamed and sobbed and begged for mercy. And why not? I wanted to do it and she exists for the pleasure of others right? It is not as if this is a world where safe words mean anything. Besides, she deserved the punishment.
And then there was the other part. The bit near the end where she stopped being able to talk and kind of shuddered and moaned. And she stopped twitching each time the cane came down, just taking it. And THEN she started lifting her cunt to meet the cane … moaning and writhing … eyes rolled up in her head.
After that I hammer fucked her bruised and bleeding cunt, doing my best to rupture her tight 16 year old vagina. No luck. Her sex was ready, willing and eager … hot, tight and sopping wet. I swear that the damned thing tried to suck my cum out of my dick every time the slut came. Still I enjoyed the FUCK out of pounding her and didn’t cum until I was good and ready. When I did I collapsed on top of her gasping.
By the time I could breathe again Molly had regained the power of speech and was muttering “Thank you Sir” over and over again. When I stood she quickly planted a kiss on my foot and then looked up into my eyes.
“Thank you Sir. Thank you very much.”
I took hold of her hair and pulled her up to her knees … and kissed her and spit in her face before releasing her. She smiled up at me, rubbing her clit. I slapped her, not too hard. She looked back up at me and raised her chin giving me a target. I nailed her so hard my hand hurt. She looked back up at me from where she had fallen over, gasping, frantically rubbing herself.
“Back up on the edge. Nose in the corner. You know the rules.” She nodded and crawled off, on her knees and left hand; her right hand was busy.
The door binged. It was breakfast; and it was carried in by the last of the troika of high school cunts that my personal assistant Sonia had arranged for my … support and entertainment. Laptoyanqua Monroe. I kid you not. Actually a bit taller than me and a year older than Molly she was an Amazon with a body made for sin not war. As she stood there grinning at me I could have balanced a beer on her ass and another on her tits and both would have stayed upright.
She wore her striped dress with only one button buttoned so I could see that all of her erogenous zones came generously equipped with piercings. She also wore a wide yellow dog collar. It went very well with the big silver cow ring piercing her nose, and resting on her very black upper lip. The second words she said to me, after “Your breakfast Sir,” were “Sir my mother-mistress has ordered me to tell you that she presents me as a gift to you. You may have me anyway you want me, legal submissive, actual slave, or meat. Just let me know which and the appropriate paperwork will get done.”
After some hesitation I chose legal submission. Laptoyanqua … again, seriously? …. “Your name is ‘Cock-toy’ from now on. Have your mom change it legally when she does the other paperwork.” She nodded and smiled. I didn’t know to ask about a snuff contract at that point. When I looked later it didn’t surprise me that there was one; it surprised me that Cock-toy’s social credit balance was positive … maybe dedicating oneself to being a perfect sex slave was high status? ALSO she’d allocated her social cred to me when she redid her will and volunteered for snuff. Wow. In any case … right then, grinning, she stripped off the yellow collar, and Sonia produced a green one from somewhere to replace it. Yeah. So.
Collars … the only collar that is *required* by law is the black collar that meat wear. That is because the collar is smart enough to know when the meat’s time is up and it snuffs her on the tick of the end of her 8,784th hour as meat … if someone has not butchered her before then.
Slaves most often wear red collars, though it is not necessary as their implants are configured so that their status is obvious to anyone with glasses or implants. Still, people like such things and I gotta admit that they do look hot. Thus coverture wives almost always wear gold metallic collars, and wives in a marriage of equals often wear silver torques or other metallic neck bands … not gold though.
Cunts in lifestyle BDSM relationship with a Citizen, yet another way to get around the limits on feme slots, usually wear green collars and those in such a relationship with a Taxpayer may wear blue. Daughters whose father has reserved them for his personal use often wear white collars, and those reserved by their mothers wear yellow. These last two have an extra function as youngsters don’t have their implants yet and not all of them wear glasses so the clear visual marking saves confusion and embarrassment.
Breakfast was chicken fried steak with sausage gravy, eggs over easy, hash browns, toast, bacon, a ton of the best tasting grapes I have ever had in my life, OJ, and awesome coffee … and Cock-toy sucks even better than she looks like she would, balls deep without the slightest gag and TIGHT … thus began another day of great food and great sex.
* * *
That was a pattern that continued through the week as did the patterns of learning interesting things in the morning, getting poked and prodded and sweated off in the afternoon, and watching Black Badge in the evening.
Quickly enough Molly, Marisol, and finally Sonia acquired their own green collars. I didn’t collar Professor Fraser but I did enjoy watching her lecture, kneeling, knees wide, back straight, naked, bruises and red welts from my canings marking her gorgeous rack, two fingers rubbing her g-spot, and another two rubbing her clit. Given her innate self-control and her mastery of her implants she didn’t need her hands to run the presentations … it probably did slow things down a bit though; so worth it!
So … what merits discussion? Well … they seem to have carried the surveillance society to its ultimate expression. Everywhere is under constant surveillance. Well, there are gaps in the remaining rural and wild lands, national parks etc that are only periodically covered by drones … but everywhere in the city is under constant visual, auditory, and electronic surveillance. Video of public places is available to all, with the exception that the movement and actions of Citizens are redacted. That data is controlled by the AIs and, except for a release from a judge in accordance with a court proceeding, is available only to sworn law enforcement officers. Absent a warrant or subpoena Citizens and Taxpayers have privacy in their residences and places of work with the caveat that a Citizen can observe the non-commercial actions of any Taxpayer at will.
So, though I cannot watch them while with a patient, if I want to watch Doctor Kim in the shower, or Nurse Meg having hot lesbian sex with her eldest daughter … I can. Um. Wow. And even better Sam can help me go straight to the good bits. Just like the police AIs help to direct law enforcement to any potentially criminal activity. Not much crime here and now … other than crimes of passion.
And there are no prisons. For Citizens criminal penalties include fines of both money and social credits, community service, corporal punishment, and for the worst offenders … forced sex change. For Taxpayers it is much the same, but instead of sex change there is degradation … either to a slave or to meat. Slaves are auctioned off with the proceeds split between the government and their victims … meat are sometimes also auctioned but with death required within 366 days of status change. For the most serious crimes though the meat are turned over to an executioner for an extended period of public humiliation and torture followed by an execution that can entail days of the utmost agony, after which death, even death by torture is a blessing.
The education system in the North American Confederation is semi-segregated by sex. Boys Schools and Girls Schools start at age four and go to age 10. These are followed by two four year schools that take the kids to 18. The Junior Highs and High Schools are all female. The Academies and Preparatory Schools are mixed gender, with a ratio of about 45 to 1 and 90 to 1 respectively. I am not sure I believe it but Professor Fraser insists that the quality of the education is the same in both systems.
“Now,” she said flipping her hair, “regardless of the quality of the schooling, who you know and who you blow still matters.” So Taxpayers are allowed to pay a full tuition burden to get their daughters into an Academy or a Prep School; there is no reason to not soak the rich in areas other than taxes … or alternately, there is no reason not to allow the rich to reap the social benefits of their success. But one third of the slots at the former schools and one half at the latter are reserved for ‘scholarship students’, girls whose academic or athletic ability has earned them a chance to hobnob with future Citizens and the daughters of the stinking rich.
As I mentioned before teaching is a high status job. It is also well paid; teachers earn between 5 and 10 percent more than other professionals with equal experience and education. Programs to get a teaching degree are highly competitive.
“Given the amount of surveillance and computing power available the performance of every teacher is monitored continuously and those who do not meet standards are disciplined, fines of money and/or status, corporal punishment,” Doctor Fraser grinned, “or degradation.”
“Wait, what? Not dismissal? Degradation?”
She shrugged. “Certainly; just like any other job. If the cunt sees the writing on the wall, and she has access to all the same metrics the administration does, she can give her two week notice … in writing, and then she is safe and can move on to another line of work. But if not, then yes. A provision for this, along with provision for disposition of her remaining assets or a link to her will, is part of every single employment contract, not just for teachers. Teachers are actually better protected than most other employed Taxpayers; they can only be degraded for cause, not just because one of her superiors thinks she’d make a dandy sex toy.
“It’s actually kind of neat because most of the ones who get degraded, and there are only a double handful every year, are made slaves and auctioned off at the national teachers’ conference.
“Note that this only applies to primary and secondary teachers and tenured full professors … anyone else is just a normal employee.”
“So you have an employment contract with my trust … so I could ….”
“Yes Sir. Of course … with no cost in social credits. Of course you have enough cred to do everyone in the room thirty or forty times over. The lowly field technician is in the same spot we are, her cred is barely positive and her supervisor can snuff her whenever she feels like it. What this kind of contract does mean is that the senior vice presidents and the managing director are just as accountable as the field tech. Every day when you go to work, your life is on the line … it tends to focus one. Either that or make one want to be a teacher if one has any talent in that area.
“Damn. That is so fucking hot.” I murmured as I let my gaze wander over the heaving breasts and wet cunts that were, effectively, no actually mine to do with as I pleased.
“For us too Sir.”
Sonia glanced at my crotch and smiled. “Sex break?”
“Sex break.”
“Yes SIR!!”
* * *
Wednesday morning I met Jacob Banks, Master Executioner. He was accompanied by three young women; “This is Apprentice Killer Shear who acts as my PA” and “you two cunts kneel, noses on that wall, keep your mouths shut, and your cunts wet.”
Hmmm … well … bottom line up front I guess. It turns out that I am not actually a Citizen.
Citizenship in the NAC has four requirements. You have to: be male (check), have successfully completed secondary education (check), be more than 18 years of age (double check!), AND you have to have snuffed a cunt (huh … nope).
Specifically, you have to, in front of witness and preserved on video and audio for the public record, kill a female. And you have to do it while she is facing you and you can look into her eyes, and while your cock is in her vagina, AND you have to cum in her, before, during, after, it doesn’t matter really … but your cock has to be in her cunt when her heart stops … so during or after is better.
Jesus.
Well.
I actually have to kill a girl … for real … not fantasy. Hm. Yeah. My dick is getting hard … but the rest of me isn’t so sure … my stomach is a bit queasy actually.
“And if I can’t do that?”
“Mandatory sex change to female; you can either do a full sex change in your current body or have a brain transplant into one of your clone sisters. You should talk to your Doc but as I understand it the former is slightly safer but the latter has a lot fewer long term side effects. Um. Your old sex organs,” he gestured toward my crotch, I managed to NOT cover it with my hands, ”become property of the government. There is a nationwide list of Taxpayers who have gender dysphoria; it is almost certain that you will be a genetically acceptable donor for one of them.”
“Is there a time limit for me to …?”
“Well, technically, it is your 23rd birthday. But most guys do it as part of graduation from Prep School, when they are 18. And as your actual age is … subject to discussion … the current ruling is that this will be based on your body age. I wouldn’t recommend delaying though; it doesn’t seem to get easier.”
Hmmm. Really?
Actually the full *strong* recommendation of Master Executioner Banks, Doctor Fraser, and my trust administrators was that I attend Prep School, sort of, entering as a senior and focusing my studies, for one year, on sociology, female psychology, and the history of the last four hundred years. And then going to the Citizenship ceremony with all of my “classmates”. This … makes a lot of sense. It is not as if I am in any real hurry … being effectively immortal and all.
Banks looks a bit grim as he says, “The acculturation value of public schools cannot be underestimated. That is why, here in the NAC, we don’t allow any private schools or … what’s it called? Oh, yeah, … ‘home schooling’, what a load of shit … as if knowledge was the only thing learned at school.” I nod, having always been of the same opinion it feels good to be vindicated by history … by the future? “It is especially important here as the NAC is, as it always has been, a nation of immigrants.”
“Me included too, actually.”
Banks raised his eyebrows. “Yes, actually.” He smiled, lightening up a bit. “Would you like to see a Citizenship ceremony?”
“Yes. Please.”
* * *
Given that they still play basketball … which they do … a High School gym still looks a lot like I remember … the floor is synthetic not wood, the bleachers are robotically controlled, and the floor markings are also computer controlled … b-ball, v-ball, badminton, team handball, whatever is needed, but … yeah the look and the feel are quite familiar.
“Each Prep School is matched with between three and seven or so High Schools … we try and keep each school below 4,000 students … many districts prefer lower than 2,000. We hold the ceremonies at the High Schools, rotating year to year, as the whole school attends this lets more cunts see the ceremony in person.”
I watch as the graduating class from the Preparatory School file in … eight guys and 712 girls … cunts … all dressed in their finest. They are not Citizens or Taxpayers yet … but proto-citizens and proto-taxpayers, like I am. Then the graduating class from the High School comes in. They sit in sections sorted by their academic ability, outstanding, exceeds expectations, meets expectations, and does not meet expectations …. Only the first group gets to keep their clothes on … the rest strip.
Banks is officiating, the teachers, and staff, and 20 or 30 police help keep order. The freshmen, sophomores, and juniors in the upper tier of seats are quiet and attentive. After some preparatory remarks he calls all the naked cunts forward to stand in a line in accordance with their academic order of merit. Then he sorts them, moving some up and some down.
“That is my favorite part.” He says smiling. “I have all their records and ratings of course, academic, athletic, sexual abilities, psych profiles … and their appearance of course is immediately perceptible. God. The smell of their fear and arousal.” He blew out a big breath. “So incredibly hot. The hardest thing about this is to not cum in my pants.”
Once the line is ordered to his satisfaction he walks down it … from highest ranked toward the lowest … and then at about half way … he stops, turns, and sticks out his arm between two girls.
“The power of life and death. That is what it means to be an Executioner.” Says Master Banks grinning. The recorded Master Banks continues “All of you cunts to my left, by my authority as a Master Executioner and a Deputized Official of the great state of Washington I degrade you to the status of slave. Go take your seats.”
As they obey, many with tears in their eyes, some sobbing openly, he turns to the first girl to the right of his arm, grabs her by the hair, puts her on her hands and knees and takes her, right there … with everyone watching. “Tradition,” he murmured, “so awesome though. The only cunt better than a cunt that is just realizing that she is probably not going to die is a cunt that has realized that she IS going to die.” The cunt in question came at least twice before Banks shot his load into her, not coincidentally, fertile cunt.
“Wait,” the playback paused, “what about their social cred and … stuff? What happens to that?”
“Good question. Official conversion, either judicial or ceremonial, is treated as if the cunt had volunteered; her last will and testament determines where her assets go.” I nod and the playback starts again.
Then he called the boys forward, two by two, in this case. “Either two or three, sometimes four, never one, you don’t want a kid up there by themselves with all those eyes on them. And of course I call the ones that I am surest of first … the ones that I know are going to have no problem snuffing the little cunt.
“Usually they pick from among the cunts I have just degraded but any cunt in the hall is fair game, the other cunts, the ones from the academy, teachers, police, the underclass cunts … any cunt in the gym is fair game … to snuff or enslave afterwards.”
“Enslave afterwards?”
“Yes, becoming a Citizen earns you a feme slot and as part of the ceremony you can take a slave without paying any social credit for it. What do you call it? One time good deal?”
I nod. Both the first two select girls from newly made slaves. They must have their implants … or perhaps their AI helped but without any communication; I saw that two police women headed up the bleachers and grabbed the girl each guy wanted. Where they and a colleague efficiently, tied the girl’s elbows together, shoved a butt plug in each teen ass, and did something to their urethras as well.
“Good old fashioned super glue. Still the best and quickest way to prevent accidents.”
One boy had selected a slight Asian girl; he led her to the middle of the gym and put her on her back and mounted her without a pause, wrapping his hands around her throat, pressing in hard with his thumbs he immediately began choking her as he pounded her tiny twat. The other picked a busty blond, one of a set of twins. He used her tits like a pair of punching bags before knocking her down, kicking her in the cunt and then popping a plastic bag over her head. The Asian actually came twice, once fairly soon and again HARD right before she passed out.
“One of the effects of the retro virus appears to have been an increase in general kinkiness and specifically in the prevalence of the snuff fetish. Well over three quarters of all people enjoy watching a sexy little cunt die.” Looking around the crowd and judging by the number of hands that seemed to be in crotches I would have said it was closer to 90%. “But that is not at all the same as doing the deed yourself. All Citizens do it at least once of course. And for the majority of them that is the one and only time. Oh, now that is hot!” He said as the boy pulled out of the blonde and kneed her in the cunt before she could cum.
“There is a sizable minority who ‘can’ do it more than once … and do, taking care of a wife they are tired of or a slave who gets knocked up, but they don’t enjoy it … and when they are rich enough they usually hire it done.” Banks grinned, touching his chest. “Then there are a much smaller minority that does enjoy killing a cunt … from time to time. But for them it is like a big holiday meal … something that is very enjoyable but that you don’t want to, can’t actually, do every day.” The Asian was out, but still alive and twitching, the other boy had just kneed the blonde in the cunt again and she now started to panic as he raped her, laughing, while she suffocated to death.
“Executioner material?” I asked.
“Nah, a dilettante. That cunt is his fifth kill … by the time I was his age I had ninety … seven? Yeah, 97 pairs of nipples in my souvenir jar.” JESUS!!
“Is there some kind of limit?”
Banks shrugged as the Asian’s heart stopped. “Not for snuffs by juveniles, they are rare enough that there is no need. You do need to steer clear of Citizens’ daughters until you are wearing glasses and you can see if she is marked ‘don’t snuff’. And, of course once you are identified as a proto-executioner or” he smiled at Miss Shear, “a proto-killer they do try to steer you into killing cunts who are likely to be less socially useful. For adults the social cred rules provide a limit; so mostly you are doing trash or ‘volunteers’ of one flavor or another … or criminals. Other than that there is no restriction. The truth is that all of us who enjoy it could slaughter ourselves sick and the population would still be growing. It is emigration to the colonies that has allowed us to, finally, start to reduce the burden on old mother earth.”
I nodded, trying to process. “So, right now, for snuff and degradation I am counted as an adult?”
He nodded, “Yes; if not a Citizen you will be a Taxpayer and both have the same rights where that is concerned.”
I nodded and directed my attention back to the ceremony. “And you can make a living doing that … killing … cunts?” The blonde’s heart stopped and her murderer came into her twitching, deprived, cunt, roaring his joy.
“Sure. There are personal snuffs for pay as I mentioned and the government side of course. I specialize in performance snuffs mostly. I am on retainer with four … no five now, local companies … Christmas parties are a big thing as a minimum; but then there are other events like corporate picnics, conferences, and etc., as well as the occasional disciplinary snuff. I am also the official executioner of our Seattle pro basketball and cricket teams. And I also teach and help out at two of the local colleges and … well I work with the school district of course.” He motioned at the play back hovering in the air before us. “All in all I do quite well. There is almost always plenty of paying work … and in the rare slack periods there are ALWAYS plenty of trash who need snuffing.”
His assistants decapitated the two corpses and hung them up to drain side by side in a rolling assembly apparently designed for the purpose. This as the two boys claimed their new slaves a younger sister of the slaughtered blonde twin one of a pair of twins herself and, more surprisingly, a slight Asian girl from the graduating class of the Prep School. She did not look at all pleased. He slapped her, stripped her, and collared her right there. Then he sat, jerking her to her knees, shoved her face into his crotch. After a slight pause she put her hands behind her back and started sucking him. This while the recorded Banks shepherded two more boys into the middle of the gym. These two were friends it seemed and they chose to snuff a pair of twin sisters and killed them both the same way, choking them to death on double ended dildos as they raped their cunts.
I expressed some surprise that they hadn’t used a bitch prod or something like that. “Can’t” said Banks shaking his head, “you have to be able to look into her eyes. So if you are choking her with a cock like object it has to be flexible … well unless you are a LOT taller than she is and you’d have to be a fool to depend on that … and most of these kids are paranoid enough about this that they don’t take any chances. They stick to the simplest and surest method, pretty girl to make sure your cock is hard and cord strangulation because it is easy and the way her cunt twitches as she dies will make sure that you cum.”
That was exactly what the next four young men did it, after the friends picked another set of twins, from the naked but not degraded group. However, it didn’t end there.
The new Citizens, and they were Citizens now … their diplomas had been printed, just not yet presented, were given the opportunity to kill another cunt and get another feme slot and a slave to go with it.
Only the ‘dilettante’ took Banks up on the offer; using the same method as before he snuffed the remaining member of the older pair of twins and again took the remaining member of the younger set as slave, giving him two matched sets, a set of 18 year old souvenirs and a set of 15 year old slaves.
However, it didn’t end there either.
To my surprise Banks now offered all of the new Taxpayers, from both schools, who were still clothed (that is the A students from the High School and all the Prep School cunts … well those who hadn’t just been enslaved, the opportunity to kill a cunt and get a feme slot and a slave to go with it. “Remember,” the recorded Banks said, “there is no penalty for trying and not being able to go through with it … though be sure you have your gurl-cock with you before you come forward. We do not provide spares!”
Despite that only 14 girls came forward and ten of them were from the High School. “Now,” continued the Banks sitting in my room, “the Taxpayers, they are only allowed to choose from the naked cunts.” All 14 succeeded in killing their victim and cumming in her dying cunt and righteously claimed their slaves. Only one did anything other than a straightforward cord strangle. That girl tortured her victim brutally with an icepick like device, before driving the spike into the cunt’s ear and scrambling her brains as she came in her pussy. I grinned and looked up as I realized that the girl doing the killing was Miss Shear.
“She wasn’t my first, not by quite a bit, it was easy. Besides I was in love, am in love.” I watched her claim a naked girl from the non-degraded section. “The one I snuffed was her fraternal twin. That night I did the rest of her family, every single one.” I stared. She shrugged. “Their cred was all negative. Easy. She came a bunch watching and I did enjoy the look on her face as I made her lick and kiss each of their fuck holes afterwards.”
“So she is still your slave?”
“No, she is my wife.”
“Wife?!!?”
“Yes. You cannot free a slave, you can only marry her or make her meat. The same with a wife … you understand I mean feme covert … not the marriage of equals” I nod, “you cannot divorce that kind of wife, you can only enslave her, or make her meat. My little fuck-hole has given me five daughters so far. I can hardly wait until they are old enough so that I can kill them and see the look in her eyes as they die.”
Holy Mother of …! The dynamics of that relationship must be … interesting. “Are you going to kill them all?”
“Oh, no. Just the ones that are disappointments. But I do have high standards.” She smiled. Jesus.
Banks was winding down the ceremony. His people started wheeling out the assemblies on which they had hanged the corpses, six assemblies, holding twenty two headless corpses of teenaged girls, each hanging by her feet, her hands tied to a cord looped through their crotch, the blood of each girl kept separate for later use, each head in a separate plastic bag hanging near the feet of the corpse. The robotic cleaners had started on the gym floor, silently. But there was one last surprise … or at least a surprise for me. Looking at their faces the cunts knew what was coming. Banks went and faced the girls he had previously degraded.
“All of you slaves, those not explicitly claimed by a Citizen or Taxpayer, by my authority as a Master Executioner and a Deputized Official of the great state of Washington I now degrade you to the status of meat. Those of you who are entertainment grade will be taken to the Seattle Metro detainment facility and held until the next auction. The rest of you will be taken to Sampson’s Stockyard for processing, your meat to be held and disposed of at the next auction. However, in accordance with city ordinances, your families will have an opportunity to buy beforehand and may also reserve any souvenirs that may please them.”
Jesus! Nearly two hundred girls … cunts, now just meat. I looked at them as the officers chivvied them out, some stoic, some crying … some aroused. I … hmmm … I am aroused too. I am no longer surprised that real snuff turns me on, but I am still not sure how I feel about actually doing it myself. A thought occurs to me.
“Does Sampson’s only deal in … cunt meat?”
“Oh no, all kinds, it is a fully reconfigurable robotic plant, and the AIs have all the physical and psych records on the cunts, and take their own measurements too of course, they grade the meat and decide how to kill her based on which way would make her meat taste best … surprise, pain, pleasure, or something special. No human involvement at all. The animals are all slaughtered ethically of course but the cunts chosen to die in pain can last a good long time and put on quite a show. They make full VR recordings of the best of them available for viewing. You should give them a look.”
I nodded. Lord. “It can also be entertaining,” said Miss Shear, quietly, “to buy a ticket and go down to the Detainment Center and use the meat there … dead cunt fucking can be quite the experience.” She smiled and licked her lips.
I can imagine … and I imagine that it is an experience I shall have … sooner rather than later.
* * *