Author Note: In the last chapter, I forget to describe what Freddie was wearing. Men don't normally walk around naked in this world. I also ended up adding about 2 or 3 pages to this chapter, and fixed? a bunch of little mistakes.
- Missy -
Sunday afternoon, 5 February 2012
Apartment 8-D Living Room
Latter in the day after Freddie's mother was Processed
Standing at the threshold of the door to Apartment 8-D was a naked red haired girl. He was still wearing his lightly frayed jeans, t-shirt under a faded denim jacket, and old sneakers. She quietly ask, "Hello, Master Freddie Benson? I brought you your mother's trophy head," as she gestured toward the box she was carrying.
"Okay," as he noticed the Property Tag next to her Status Tag. "Place the box on the coffee table, and I'll get a knife from the kitchen."
When Freddie re-entered the living room, he watched the girl place the box on the table and he got his first good look at her. As she turned to face him, he could see that she had two surgical scars. One on the lower left of her back and another on the right side of her abdomen, but otherwise she had perfect skin without the usual 'I'm the Property of' tattoo on her breast. The small screen on her Status Tag, like on all girls was permanently locked around her neck, displayed red. Just like his mother's Status Tag that showed she was exempt from being Processed. Her strappy high-heels were locked on her feet with a small lock on the back of each. High-heels were unusual to see on this kind of girl. The Property Tag identifies her as the property of Schneider Medical Center, his mother's old workplace.
After carefully cutting open the box and removing some protective padding, Freddie lifted the stuffed and trophy mounted head of his mother. The former Mrs Marissa Benson eyes were open and she had a smile on her face. A nice brass name and date plaque as a memento mori.
With a voice that cracked with emotion, "I'm sorry mom, but I can't deal with this right now."
The girl quietly watched as this young man placed Mrs Benson's head back in the box. "Master Benson. For all the years of service that your mother gave to Schneider Medical Center. Schneider Medical Center has given you temporary ownership of me. The only limitation is anything that will prevent me from performing my normal duties, and I have to be back at Schneider Medical Center no later than eight AM tomorrow." She clasped her hands behind her back and spread her legs to show her temporary Master that he had complete access to her body. "Please enjoy playing with my body, it's what I'm here for," she smiled invitingly.
Freddie picked up his PearPhone off the coffee table, and activated a mobile app that can scan the Property Tag to confirm her information. After a quick read of the PearPhone's screen, "It appears to be a straightforward temporary transfer of ownership. You're the first person I've ever owned. What do I call you?"
"Master Benson, most people call me Missy."
Apartment 8-C
iCarly studio
Carly Shay and Sam Puckett were seated in the center of the iCarly studio on bean bag chairs. Carly was wearing a sheer skimpy tank top in a vibrant shade of red. The lack of cover make her small firm breasts jump out, begging to be ogled over. She had paired her top with a flouncy black skirt sprinkled with tiny multi-colored stars. The skirt was short and was one of her favorite skirts that she liked to wear. Her legs were bare and her feet were adorned with black patent-skin cage-style 3 inch wedge-heel sandals. Sam was wearing a tight-fitting dark blue tank top with wide straps without a bra. Her blue jeans and sneakers looked worn out. Carly typed up script ideas on a notebook computer and Sam web-surfed on a tablet. Both computers announced 'You've Got Mail.'
"Hey, I got an email from Ted." Sam quickly tapped the screen to open the email.
FROM: Ted Franklin Principal Ridgeway High School
SUBJECT: Quarterly School Cookout
To All Concerned
The regular school schedule is suspended this Friday due to the quarterly student/staff cookout and will be followed by a open house. The drawing for the cookout will be held at 8:00 AM from the list of eligible females from the juniors, seniors, and staff. Numerous companies and organizations from our local area will provide entertainment and competitive games during the open house festivities. Following the festival, the semi-annual PTA Banquet will be held. Volunteers and competition losers will support the Banquet.
All eligible females will remain nude during school events. Males can be clothing optional after the 8:00 AM drawing.
It is recommended that all eligible females check, and if necessary update, their Processing Plans.
Sexual restraints will be suspended after the drawing.
Sincerely,
Principal Ted Franklin
Ridgeway High School
"Yo, Carls. A big cookout next Friday. How many girls do you think will get it this time?"
"For the last couple of cookouts, maybe ten. Not sure about the PTA thing. The competition losers will probably take care of the PTA."
"Cool. Real fresh meat for lunch."
"Hi, girls," Freddie announced to Carly and Sam as he entered the studio.
"Yo, Freddork" Sam said without looking up from her tablet.
Carly set her notebook aside, "Hey, you okay?" As she got out of the bean bag chair, her skirt rode up her legs giving Freddie a glimpse underneath that confirmed her standard practice of not wearing panties. She went to him and hugged him.
Even after all these years, the sight of Carly and her barely-there fashions still drove Freddie wild with desire. He understood her motivation for doing this had no malice intent toward him, but it hurt him having her this close. He was shaken from his thoughts by her sweet and innocent voice.
"You look kinda pale," Carly said in a worried voice.
"I'm fine, so don't worry," Freddie quietly told her.
Carly broke her hug and looked at him with concern, "Are you sure you're okay? We've seen some videos of your mother getting Processed."
"I have the videos," Sam held the tablet up in the air. "She was riding that Guillotine like..."
"SAM!" Carly scolded her best friend.
"Carly, don't worry. I'm fine!" Freddie tried to reassure her.
Carly looked at him warily, "Okay, if you say so."
Freddie smiled and gave her a hug. "Thank you, but don't worry your pretty little head off." He giggled, "Pun intended."
Carly giggled weakly in return. "Okay then, why don't we do a little pre-planning for the next show," she offered to try to take his mind off what happened this morning. Then Carly saw the naked girl step into the studio, "Who she?"
"I belong to Master Benson, so don't mind me!" she said as she moved to put her back against the wall, spread her legs, and placed her hands behind her back.
"Oh man, he's bought himself a girl. I knew that would be the only way he was going to get a girl, and she looks very tasty. It looks like this is going to be a very good week."
Freddie noticed that Sam practically salivated while she stared at the naked girl. "No Sam, you CAN NOT EAT HER!"
"Yess … Masterr … Bensonnn …," and didn't even try to hide how dissatisfied she was with being told no.
"Hello Miss Carly, Miss Sam. I sometimes can watch your videos." She said with a sparkly smile.
"Hello?" Carly looked quizzically at the naked girl. "Oh My God. Missy, is that you?"
"Yes Miss Carly."
Carly squealed and bear hugged her old friend.
Freddie sounded a little shocked, "Carly, you know her?"
"Of course Freddie. Our Dad's were stationed at Seal Beach Naval Base. Then Colonel Robinson was transferred and we lost contact with each other. Missy, how did you end up as someone's property?"
"Miss Carly. You know that our DNA, blood, and tissue types are tested at birth, and I have a rare blood type. On my sixteenth birthday, Schneider Industries made my father an offer. My meat value plus a percentage of all future sales of my body parts. I have been assigned to Schneider Medical Center for almost two years."
"Carly, Sam. Let's film an interview for a future show! The only limitation is we can't do any permanent damage to her and she has to be returned no later than eight tomorrow morning."
"Great idea Freddie. Grab your camera. Girls, set up the bar stools and bar tables in the center of the studio so it will look like a real TV News show."
After quickly setting up the TV News studio, Freddie held his left hand in the air with five fingers up and started his countdown. "5, 4, 3, 2," and with his last finger, pointed toward the girls.
Carly began the interview, "Today, we have the opportunity to interview an old friend of mine. Our fathers were stationed together at Seal Beach Naval Base many years ago. After our dads were transferred to different bases where we lost contact, and by chance, we are back together. I'm so proud to present my old friend Missy Robinson."
"It's good to see you to Miss Carly, but I lost my surname when I became property of Schneider Medical Center."
"Alright Missy," Sam buts in to get to the point of this interview, "How did your ass become property of a company?"
"That's a short story Miss Sam. All of our DNA, blood, and tissue types are tested at birth, and I have a rare blood type. When I became eligible for Processing, Schneider Industries made my father an offer. My meat value plus a percentage of all future sales of my body parts. I have been the property of Schneider Medical Center ever since. Considering what could have happened to me, I consider myself very lucky to be part of the Schneider Medical Center family."
"Missy," ask Carly in her professional interview voice, "what does a girl like you do at a hospital? Do you clean up other people's messes, do paperwork, take out the trash? You don't do medical procedures on patients do you?"
"No Miss Carly. Schneider Medical Center considers me to valuable to risk being exposed to patients with infectious diseases, but I help others in any way that I can. I do guided tours of the Schneider Medical Center campus. Run errands. My blood and tissue is taken on a regular basis. Part of my liver and left kidney have already been transplanted into others."
"So you're a living organ donor! And you consider yourself lucky?"
"Yes Miss Carly."
Sam broke in with her not professional interview voice, "Considering her daddy could have sold her off to the highest bidder who could've done whatever he wanted. Even I will say she got lucky."
"Yes Miss Sam. I could have been auctioned as the main course at a cookout, or off as breeding stock in an attempt to birth more boys. If no baby boys, then I would have been Processed and my organs may have been harvested, if needed at that time. At least at Schneider Medical Center, I get the pleasure of helping people. I'm not used for entertainment, and with my rare blood type, I am red status and exempt from the Daily Lottery. When I'm not performing my assigned duties, I have classes and physical education to complete."
"Missy, do you like being owned by a corporation?"
"That's a hard question for me to answer Miss Carly. I remember my life before my dad took me to the Schneider Industries home office the day after my 16th birthday…"
Sam goes off on tangent, "The Sweet Sixteen field trip to a Processing Center. I was so excited. You know, seeing where my favorite food come from, and just to get away from school for a day."
"I remember when you girls came back from your field trips with Status Tags around your necks. The two of you were so happy you got Grade A ratings. So what happens during the Sweet Sixteen field trip?"
Carly took a little frustrated breath for this is known to all girls, "For all girls, the first thing is to register online using a secure Livestock Computer at the Processing Center. That will activate her account that's been in the Livestock Computer Network since the day she was born, which also means she just registered for the Daily Lottery. Then it's on to her initial health inspection, and then the Status Tag is put around her neck. A tour of the Processing Center follows. I remember their was this one girl in our group who was obviously a Grade C. When her Status Tag was activated and it turned black. Turned out her father had already sold her for her meat money."
Poor Freddie gasped at that. "Oh My God. How could a father do that to his own daughter?"
Carly continued with Freddie's education about being a girl, "As far as the Act is concerned, minor girls are property of their parents. Before shes an adult, a girl can be sold to any person or corporation that has a License with the Livestock Network or, if she is between 16 and the time she has earned her adult status, for Processing."
"You knew my drunk ass mother. She always told me how much men would love my body, and how I have to use it, because that's all we have. About the time I hit puberty, she knew she was getting too old and wanted to use my body as a meal ticket. She even sold my virginity, and my body many times after that. As far as she was concerned, a girl's only value is what her body is worth, so you might as well sell it to the highest bidder."
"You are more than just a body!" Freddie said. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."
Sam smiled at him. "That's Okay. I remember telling her once that once. I got slapped for that. That's why I stayed here so much, and I had fun making your life a little miserable."
Freddie returned the smile, "Please tell me more about the Sweet Sixteen field trips."
Sam continued, "Depending on which Processing Center you go to, you might help a girl get Processed."
"Sam and I went to different places. My group went to that big Processing Center near the Safeco and CenturyLink Stadiums. Any girl going their will get Processed on an assembly lines. Doesn't matter what Grade she is. We watched one girl after another go down those lines. On gameday, the Grade A spitted girls are delivered to the roasting pits in the stadium plaza using that conveyor that goes over the highway and parking lots. Not the way I want to go."
"But what a ride that would be! Flying like Superman," with Sam's arms in the air pretending to be flying.
"Miss Carly, Schneider Industries owns that Processing Center. That conveyor system also connects to the shipyards and railyards. That center can receive and deliver meat anywhere in the civilized world. I did my Sweet Sixteen field trip at the Schneider Industries Corporation home office. They have a small experimental Processing Center where they develop new technology and procedures for the Processing of girls, and I helped the chef roast a girl in an industrial oven."
"The group of girls I ended up with went to the one near the Space Needle. First, the girls go down a short hallway that is filled with a grayish liquid that about ankle deep. Then they lay her face down on a metal table where meat hooks are stabbed through her ankles. She's lifted upside down by those hooks by an overhead conveyor belt. Throats are cut. She bleeds out while going down another hallway. Then there's a row of butchers and each does a complete girl. Guts her. Skins her. Cuts her into parts. Whatever the order calls for."
"Thanks," Freddie said quietly, "for telling me. Before today, I never thought much about how our society Processes girls. At least Grade A and B girls have more options than going down some inhumane assembly line."
"Disassembly line would be a better description," Sam shook her head, "Still, some of those Processing Centers are nasty. Not where I want to spend my last hours."
"The tabloids are always doing shock stories about places that don't care about the girls. Where butchers start cutting into them before they completely bleed out and are still awake. Where they use mouth gags to stop the girls from screaming."
Freddie raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like a good way to scare girls into keeping their A and B ratings."
Carly ran her fingers through her hair, "That constant pressure on girls to keep their bodies in perfect shape. Freddie, do you know the difference between the Grades?"
"Well yeah. All guys do. A, B, and C Grades are safe for human consumption. After your medical checkup, you are an A for one month. If you miss your next monthly appointment, you drop down into a B. If you haven't had a checkup in more than three months, you become a C. There's also a bunch of other standards that you have to meet to keep your Grade A. If you can keep your Grade A for a year, you get a lot of extra benefits and privileges. Grade A girls can get services free of charge if that company has a Livestock Business License, but you are taking a slightly higher chance of being Processed while you are there. B's have the options on where they can be Processed, but none of the benefits that A's have. C's have to go to a Processing Center."
"When my mother was convicted of trying to rent me out to someone without that License and she tested positive for drugs. That was her third strike and she was downgraded to a D. Feet first into a meat grinder on the Execution Channel. Probably got made into fertilizer. I got no money because she was Processed that way."
"If Sam or I get Processed before we graduate from high school, Spencer will get a nice amount."
"Miss Carly. There are programs that can earn the family more money. The best example I know is that the Livestock Computer Network is synced with the Medical Computer Network so that if someone a needs a transplantable organ and a compatible girl comes up for Processing, she can be directed to a Medical Center so that her organs can be harvested."
"Hay FredNub. Do you know the real difference between a A and B?"
Freddie nods his head with a little bit of guilt on his face, "Grade A girls are ... sexy enough to be Processed in a entertaining way. Come on girls, let's get back to interviewing Missy. Missy, would you want to be a free girl?"
"Well, Master Benson, I grew up as a military brat and always lived on military bases and then I was transferred to Schneider Medical Center, so I have little experience with the real world. So I don't know what it's like to be a free girl. Miss Carly and Miss Sam are free to plan their own lives, at least as far as our social will allow them to, where my life is planned out for me and I will not be asked what I want. If a free adult girl can find a good man, she can get married, but I can be sold off and my opinion does not matter. Thanks to my genetics, I am more valuable as a living organ donor so I am currently exempt from the Daily Lottery, where as you, with your green Status Tags, take a chance every day of being selected for Processing. You can try to have kids, but I am part of the Schneider Medical Center Breeding Program and will be artificially inseminated every few months. I love my daughter, but..."
Sam in complete disbelief, "You already have a daughter!"
"Yes Miss Sam. I know she will soon be transferred to one of the Schneider Industries Breeding Farms and I will not see her grow up, where as you would raise your own children. You will have the right to vote, but the only rights I have are from the Humane Treatment of Property Act. You earn and spend money anyway you want, where I have no idea about how much I generate for the Schneider Medical Center. You can spend your money on clothes and personal items, but property doesn't wear clothing or have personal items. I wear these shoes because they were issued to me by my supervisor who believes it projects a professional image."
Carly, who has ogled those shoes since they walked in, "I have wanted to ask you about those shoes since you came in. They are stunning and sexy as hell. Are those straps made of steel?"
"Yes Miss Carly. Stainless steel with silicone inserts for comfort. They should never break or deteriorate."
"But why are they locked on?"
"Miss Carly, my supervisor requires them to be locked on when I leave the Schneider Medical Center campus unescorted."
"Wish I could leave our school campus and never go back. Don't they trust you to return? Besides, everyone knows the consequences of running, and where could a girl run to. At least in the civilized world, we have a fair system." Sam fingered her green Status Tag. "Everybody knows these Tags are networked to the Livestock Computer Network, and a hunter will never give up hunting down prey."
"Miss Sam. I like to think that my supervisor trusts me to return because Schneider Medical Center is my home, and I have a good life their."
"Missy …"
"Yes Master Benson."
"... About being a living organ donor. What happens if someone needed one of your organs that you couldn't survive without, like your heart?"
"Master Benson," Missy replied with her head held high with pride, "I would be proud to give any of my organs so that others may live. More likely than not, that's how I will die. That's another difference between being property and a free girl. Miss Carly and Miss Sam will have there Lastweek to get their affairs in order, but since I have nothing, I can be sent directly to an operating room at any time so that my organs can be harvested."
"Girls. That raises an interesting question that I have just become interested in. If your number is drawn in the Lottery, how would you want to be Processed."
Sam with great enthusiasm, "I want to be spitted with that big steel rod, hickory smoked, and slow roasted over an open pit fire. I'm going for the record!"
"Sam," from a slightly shocked Carly, "why do you want that record?"
"Staying alive for the longest time over an open pit fire. We can film it for a special iCarly show." Sam stood up and waved her hands above her head, "I can see it now. The Final Day of Sam Puckett. I'm strapped down naked on that machine that's pushing that steel spit through my body, and every guy in the room has a raging hard-on."
Carly brought the palms of her hands to her face. "Oh God," she mumbles.
"All the celebrities are doing it." Sam continued, "The record is now about half an hour, and I want to break that record." Sam looked toward the ceiling by lending her head back as far as she could and her hips involuntarily convulse from a building orgasm. "That steel split impaling me from sex to mouth. The smell of barbecue sauce as Spencer brushes it over my naked body." Sam started rotating the bar stool with her feet, "my skin turning shades of red and then a deeper golden-brown as the heat penetrates my body, slowly cooking my meat as I turn over the hot coals." Sam didn't care if anyone heard her quiet moans of ecstasy escape her lips.
Freddie stood there and watched in awe. "You will look and smell absolutely delicious, Sam. I can't wait until you're done!"
All extraneous thoughts ceased in Carly and Missy as they began to absently caress themselves as Sam rotated on her bar stool. Their imagination of Sam being naked, spitted, and turning over fire produced strong physical reactions of desire within both. Their bodies revealed their sexual excitement by their swollen breast and rigid nipples. Obvious with Carly's sheer tank top and especially obvious with Missy being completely naked.
"The idea of making it a special episode is doable, and I always suspected you were an exhibitionist. How about you Carly? Your Processing Plan in place?"
"Oh-uh," after recovering from Sam's latest scene stealing moment, "I've got the standard Processing Plan filed. Except for my part of iCarly, I don't have too many valuable items, and of course those and my bank account will transfer to Spencer. Exactly how I want to be Processed, I haven't decided, but I want to be surrounded by the people I love."
"That Final Day of Sam Puckett would be the final show. Without both of you, there's not much reason to continue iCarly."
Sunday Evening
Apartment 8-C
Downstairs Living Room
For Sam Puckett, it's just another Sunday evening sorting through her unread emails, and waiting for her best friend's brother, and her legal guardian, to finish making dinner. Spencer, with help from Missy, had created a rich smell of barbecue that filled her nostrils, greatly cheering her up after being repeatedly told she can't eat Freddie's temporary girl and Carly's former best friend. Freddie was at the kitchen table coding on a laptop computer. Carly was seated on the couch watching 'Girly Cow' wondering what cow meat tasted like.
"Hey Sam. What you looking at on the internet?" asked Carly.
"Just cleaning out my email inbox. Mostly emails from iCarly fans, and I'm only saving the best ones. Junk mail for stuff I will never buy. Delete them. Some that I actually subscribed to. File them away. And the next e-mail is … shit!" Sam stopped breathing.
Carly noticed her stunned look. "What is it Sam?"
Freddie, Missy, and Spencer stopped what they were doing and walked over to the kitchen side of the bar.
Sam swallowed. The FROM address was unmistakable. With a shaky hand, Sam tapped the button on the computer's mouse to open the email.
Carly walked up behind Sam. "Oh my! .. Sam," she looked down at her best friend's Status Tag.
"My number came up in the Lottery."
"Your Status Tag is still green." Carly re-read the email on the computer screen.
FROM: U.S. Government FPB Lottery
SUBJECT: FPB Drawing for Sunday, 5 February 2012
Ms Samantha Puckett ###-##-4325
In accordance with the Food and Population Balance Act (FPB Act), your number has been selected from your area's eligible females in todays FPB Lottery. You are hereby notified of having been selected for Processing. Effective at 12:01 AM Pacific Time on Monday, 6 February 2012, your human rights have been revoked and you have been reclassified as food. There is no appeal.
With your current USDA Grade A status, you are to report to a Processing Center or Licensed Processor of your choice no later than 11:59 PM Pacific Time on Sunday, 12 February 2012.
WARNING: Failure to comply will result in lost of payment to your designated beneficiary and the public execution of one additional female member of your family for each day you do not report in.
It is highly recommended that you check, and if necessary update, your Processing Plan.
FPB Act requires you to be nude and have no personal items with you when reporting in for Processing.
Sincerely,
Lewbert Sline
Bushwell Plaza doorman
License Processor
Freddie slammed his fist against the countertop, "Dam. I'm about to lose another girl I care about."
"I'm sorry Miss Sam."
"I may be your legal guardian, but I don't have any way of stopping this. Since you are a Grade A girl, you have the option of any way you want to be Processed."
"Hhmmm ... Your Status Tag should start flashing green/black soon. Well, guess we should start planning that special final episode of iCarly," Carly quietly added..
Sam nodded her head. She, like all girls, knew this day was going to happen. That their days were numbered. She was hoping for a high number.
Author Note: I read over the old next chapter and I think it will need a week or so of work on it.