Posted by RICHARD on January 15, 2000 at 05:00:38:
I bashed this out today, so forgive the lack of editing.
IT HAS BEEN RAINING CATS AND DOGS ALL DAY HERE SO…………….
This is one of many stories written about a future time when it was necessary to
control the female population.
The planet’s most beautiful girls are drafted for selection and the populace may
cull a percentage from amongst them for a huge fee payable to the State’s Trust
Account for the Welfare of Families.
The ages of the victims is that at which culling of them is permitted in your
jurisdiction and not one day younger.
A GIRL’S TURN
BY RICHARD
I have told before of the killing of a girl by a woman and it was to happen only once more in all
the years I was with the Bureau of Female Population Control. I shall tell you of this second
occasion I had to supervise and assist a woman as she culled her choice.
The woman involved, Stella, was not like the first who claimed to want to cull a girl certain to be
chosen anyway and thus spare her a death at the hands of a man.
Stella wanted to kill a girl for the pure enjoyment of it, to fulfil an urge she had suppressed for
years.
‘I do not know for sure when the desire to strangle a girl first came to me,’ she began, her own
lovely long legs crossed as she sat before me in my interview room adjacent to where girls who
were chosen to be killed, or culled to be politically correct, were actually processed.
‘I guess it was when I was allowed to see my first commercial of a girl being strangled. A man’s
hands were about the girl’s neck, but it was a woman’s voice describing what was happening to
the girl as she was so slowly and sensuously strangled, that voice so cultured and dignified
pointing out the colour changes to look for as you kill your girl that way, the close ups of her
beautiful lips as her asphyxiation set in.
‘Then the way the camera zoomed out to show her slim white naked body as it started to writhe
with her building pain, the close up shot of her hands bound behind her back, the way the bonds
must have hurt her slim wrists as she tugged hopelessly at them to get free. Her helplessness
as she was being killed was beautiful.’
I was quite enthralled by her description of the way the commercial affected her.
‘Tell me,’ I asked, ‘was it the killing of the girl you found most exciting or perhaps the fact of her
death, that a beautiful girl had died, had lost her young life?’
‘Oh it was not her death which was so thrilling although afterwards the thought of it was nice to
look back on. But at the time I was rather sorry when her dead body was loaded onto the
hospital gourney and taken away. No, it was the act of killing her which was most beautiful. Yes
and her pain, her suffering as she was being killed, I think.’
‘I notice you have paid a premium allowing you to take more than the standard allowance of five
minutes to actually kill your girl, three additional minutes, in fact.’
‘Yes,’ she said with some glee, ‘It cost my father a small fortune over the normal fee for a girl,
but I want the actual processing of my girl to last as it will be the only one daddy will ever give
me no doubt.’
‘What,’ I asked, ‘do you want to do with her. Do you want to only partially strangle her and so
make her last that way or take her to near total collapse and let her recover a couple of times.
Just remember you can have a girl die on you without waning, particularly if you place pressure
on the sides of her neck or on either side of her windpipe.
‘If you want a girl to endure a lengthy manual strangulation, be careful to only apply pressure
with your thumbs straight into her throat. You should seek to kill her by depriving her of air
alone, not by blocking the blood supply to her brain,’ I counselled.
‘Oh, I have thought about how to do it, she replied confidently. ‘In fact I have studied your official
instruction discs on the various techniques used to strangle girls and know about the need to
apply accurate pressure to their throats and so on.
‘I think I will actually play it by ear or should I say feel’ she said with a giggle. ‘I only want to
release her once to allow recovery so I will only apply partial strangulation pressure until about
the seventh minute and then try to time the girl’s moment of death to gain my full money’s worth
from her.’
‘Ok,’ I said. ‘Now how do you want the girl positioned. Obviously she will have her hands tied
behind her back, but you have a choice of strangling her in any number of poses we can set her
in. You will find it best if she is not standing though as, even with me holding her for you, her
struggles will make controlled even pressure on her throat difficult for you.
‘Some’, I continued, ‘find it rather sexy to have their girls prone for death although to me that
does nothing at all for the beautiful contours an erect head gives to a girl’s neck structures.
Others say there is no buzz like watching a girl kneel before them to be killed.’
‘What do you suggest would be best for me, then?’
‘I have had a high seat made in anticipation of your needs, if you will forgive me the
presumption. The seat is adjustable on a pole such that we can position the girl’s hight to your
preference. I can easily steady her during her struggles as well, hopefully making it easier for
you to concentrate on enjoying her rather than fighting her efforts to live.’
‘Sounds great!’ the young woman said with excitement in her soft voice. ‘I would like the seat
adjusted such that her lips are level with my eyes so I can easily study all of her face and neck
throughout her suffering and strangulation.’
‘Now,’ I resumed anxious to settle on her remaining requirements, ‘do you want the girl dressed
in any special way for her processing or would you prefer her to be naked?’
‘Oh naked, please!’
Well that was certain enough.
‘Now, how would you like her made up’?
‘Very lightly, please,’ came the immediate reply. ‘And could she have her hair cut very short.
The girl you strangled in your instruction video had really short hair and it made her neck look
so very beautiful and so terribly vulnerable.’
‘Fine, it really is the way all chosen girls should be for their processing,’ I admitted to her. ‘Now
about choosing your girl to cull. You are entitled to have four girls paraded for you to chose
from. They are selected by the computer with data based on the scan you gave us of your
mental images of the sort of girl you would like. Let me see, it says here that she should be as
young as is legal and preferably lightly built an nice and tall. You particularly fancy a long
slender neck which is a wise choice for you anyway as such a girl will be quite easy to strangle
given that you are only slightly built yourself.
‘The girls can be paraded for you under our True Presence Reality Cameras ™, the same ones
which will film the girl’s death for you to keep as a souvenir, by the way, or you can view the
girls in person and chose the one you want on the spot. One of the advantages of the personal
selection method is that you can touch the selectees if you think that might assist you in making
your choice.’
‘Further, some clients find it one of the thrills, the feeling of the closeness of the girls, feeling the
warmth and young vibrant life radiating from each of them, their fear in knowing you are going to
chose one of them to take away and kill.’
Needless to say, ten minutes later we found ourselves in the presence of four very frightened
young girls all utterly beautiful in that fear.
The girls were paraded in a featureless room each standing arms at their sides about a metre
apart so the client could move around and between them in order to be able to examine each at
leisure and in detail without hindrance.
Stella was introduced to them one at a time and it soon became obvious that she fancied two
very fair, very pretty slim girls by the names of Angela Timms and Katei Halloway.
An interesting choice, the two sweet pretty girls rather than Alison and Louise, both of whom
were more worldly and classically beautiful. Obviously Stella was attracted to the delicate,
fragile prettiness of these girls, attributes I myself preferred in a girl for culling by manual
strangulation.
It always was interesting to me how the girls always knew when they had made a client’s short
list for the colour always drained away from their lovely faces and they displayed such little give
away signs as the biting of a pretty pink lip, the clasping of long fingered hands into tight little
fists.
Generations of beautiful girls had faced the prospect of being called upon to give their lives in
the interests of the State and had come to accept it as the risk of being so born. Yet they still
wanted to live just as would any other member of our great World Federation and they felt fear
and pain like us all.
These girls, all of them, wanted so terribly to live and were now these two were so terribly afraid
for one of them was about to be told she was so soon to be killed in dreadful pain.
Stella went behind the two likely candidates and paused as if trying to picture how each of them
would look as their lovely white backs writhed in sympathy with the waves of escalating agony,
all recorded in three sixty degree reality imagery, each image retransmitted via the mirrors
reflecting the scene over and over.
The Bureau of Female Population Control gave value for money all, of course, to the
advancement of the ongoing success of the program sold as being in the sole interest of the
female population.
She then returned to the front and stood looking into the pale blue eyes of Katei Holloway and
then drained what colour remained in the sweet face by saying ‘Katie, I think you are just
perfect. I do hope I can do it without hurting you too much.’
With that, I thanked the other girls and dismissed them for the night. I might mention here that I
watched a client strangle Angela three nights later, which, given her sweet loveliness, did not
surprise me greatly. Girls like her and Katei rarely saw through the forty percent quota of their
intake and got to go home.
Anyway, be that as it may, I then told Katie to go to her room where one of the Matrons would
come to prepare her for her processing.
A chosen girl about to be culled by asphyxiation was very thoroughly cleansed under a shower,
firstly of warm water and then she was cooled with cold spray and finally dried with dehumidified
cool air. Her skin was then sprayed with an agent to keep it cool and nice during her
strangulation for one of the things which always happens to a girl as she is undergoing
strangulation is a very rapid rise in her temperature, particularly as death approaches.
The girl was then given some medication, not to reduce her pain for that is desired by almost all
cullers, but to raise her threshold of stress tolerance. It would never do to have a girl fall to
pieces as she was, say, being positioned for her client. The drug did not in anyway reduce her
terror at what was to happen to her, for that too was delicious to the culler, but merely to help
her control that terror.
The other drug she was given was to make her final toiletry visit complete and to retain any
subsequent waste in her body as she dies.
As I have said the enjoyment of the client in the most pleasant of conditions was regarded as
paramount.
She was then made up to the request of the client and other appropriate cosmetic requests
such as, in Katei’s case, a very short haircut given, before being escorted to the door of the
processing studio where she was awaited by another human being who had purchased the
rights to her life.
The girl was required to knock on the door, pause, then enter unescorted in accordance with the
briefing I had posted on her bedroom Infoscan. She had then to continue unaided to where her
culler and I awaited her arrival for final positioning for her processing.
This long terrifying lonely walk was, of course, a most stressful period for the girl and she was
asked to undergo that stress to prepare her for the agony which awaited her as she was being
processed. It was necessary mental conditioning.
In the event Katei Halloway bore up very well. I was quite proud of her as I hoped was the client
for her only blemish in self control was a little stumble as she turned her back to the processing
chair as I came to her to lift her on to it.
As I went behind her to take her hands and cross them at her wrists for binding, she spoke the
only words I was to hear her speak. All she said was ‘Dear God help me, I am so frightened.’
As I bound her wrists firmly together, as I had to do, for she had a long period of pain to endure
before death would be allowed to claim her, I whispered in her ear some useless words of
encouragement, urging her to be brave just a little longer and it would all be over for her, no
more fear, no more pain.
As those of you who have listened to my tales of those days of the cull would agree, I have
often described in great detail the stages a girl goes through as she is strangled unto her death,
so there is no need to do so yet again.
I must say, though, like the first time I held a girl from behind as she was processed by another
female, this too was a delightful novelty. But, unlike the first time when I could not see the girl’s
face nor the hands and thumbs at her neck and throat, the mirrors and scanners this time
afforded me full appreciation of what was happening to her as her passage developed.
And, like the first time, there was no doubt that that the thumbs of a female, being more
dekicate in breadth than those of a man, hurt the girl earlier and indeed more than those of a
less finely made culler.
Katei really suffered quite badly, particularly as her strangler applied the second stage of
pressure intended to finally kill her. Indeed, I was hard pressed to keep the girl still for the client
and in the end found it best to place my right palm over the girl’s forehead and hold her tight
against my chest. Apart from thus controlling the poor thing’s struggles I lifted her head and in
the process offering her throat to her executioner while steadying her against what must by then
have been indescribable agony.
Sometimes, due to no skill of the supervisor but pure chance, the will of the client is achieved to
perfection. Katie went into her pre death convulsions at about seven minutes and fifteen
seconds into her processing and collapsed into unconsciousness at almost the same instant.
At seven minutes and forty five seconds, she stiffened her whole slim, lithe young body, her
legs extending and then a tremble raced to her pointed toes, a trembling which seemed to
revert to gentle receding waves drifting throughout her frame as she died at eight minutes from
the first intrusion of thumbs into her throat plus or minus a fluttering heart beat or two.
And Stella was true as her word in another way. She was indeed saddened at the sight of the
still, white body of a freshly killed girl for she had tears in here eyes as she watched me lay that
of Katei Halloway on the hospital gourney for its journey out to the clinical domain of the Post
Death Certification Unit.
Katie’s dead body would then be examined in fine detail to ensure she had been processed as
allowed by law and not otherwise.
I knew, as always in my directorate, she had been.
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