AN: Your authrour Sarah is back with the exploits of the angle gang and your favourite farmer. Please review when you fiish reading nd let me know what yu think so far.)

Chapter 7: Silver Trash

|Mecha chicken woke up then next mornig feeling delightedly happy. She had had a wonderful , fulfilling pleasure section the day before, and now she was squeaky clea and whatever awaited her. The angel gang had fallen asellp soon after they ahd fi ished cleaning her and where lyingin dirty bedding piles, scratching fleas and twitching in their sleep. Mecha had considered rtrying to run away, but that would not be possible- the warehouse was locked and he alleyways were too narrow for her to easily move through without help. But she wasn't scared. They obviously where sending her somewhere so hopefully she find the turgid load that she required to fulfil her. All she had to do was surv ive the bredom of waiting in he dark. At least when she had lived in the valley, she could watch the natural world around her and how it changed through the day.

Eventually as dawn shone through the hole in the ceiling, the apehuman family waoke. Ma angel proceedxedx to smack all of her sons aroud heir headfor their fighting the revuous night, gave each a synthybanana and yeled at them t start moving mecca chicken out of the warehouse. It was another careful trip back through the alleyway, but soo they were racing through the streets, pulli ng mecha along by handin an attempt to reach he cty limits before the cty woke up. As they left the mass of skyscrapers, the world became a desolate wasteland of broken buildings and rubbish. Hey pulld her along over he rubble, the brohers who were not pulling her along wielded bats and clubs to ward of anyo f the mutated residents of wthe cursed earth who might decide to attack.

The trip was bumpy and took nearly all day to reach wherever the angle gangwere taking mecca. They stopped whe they come to a series of deep trenches crawling with people wearing various pieces of armour that turned out o be ppts, bands and bits of old vehicle. The walls of the trceches were pocked with rubbish and all kinds of plastic and metal scraps. A man with a huge pot on his head came cliambering towards them.
"farrow, we thought you'd pay us for this." Grunted pa angel. Farrows eyes lit up.\
" I always need transportation for antiques! He cried happily. " I'll give you all the metal pipes i've just had unearthed." Ma angel grfunted at him.
"we want crdits fillmore. Not jun k or the chicken goes back with us" filmores smile faltred.
"I found some old scooters. You lot could use them as transport." He laughed nervously. He was faced with eight unhappy menacing expressions. He wanted the chicken so much- he could transot so much for to be sould if he has her. But credits were precious- not many people were willing to pay for his ancient garbage, merely trade food and such.
"fine. Two hundred credits". Their faces didn't falter. "three hundred?" eight sets of knuckles cracked menacingly. "five hundred bu no more." Ma relaxed her face.
"deal." She cried as filmore handed a digital bar over ro them. Pa checked the screen to ensire I continedx the full amount an the gnag left.

Filmore flt a bit cheated but he looked at mecha with delight and yeled to some of his garbage mine slaves to wheel her down into the treches and load her up with everything they were mining. Mecha was amused and very puzzled by what the people were doing. They were constantly scraping away at the walls and extracting all sorts of qancient buried rubbish. Plastic seemed to be he most common and wanted substance they found, but metal was also considered a good find. And when it was found, they wuld shovel it into mecha and she would feel hrself gradually get fuller. She was in heaven with this new arrangement. Sometimes it they would fill her with a light amount, and other they would push rusted cars, bicycles and boilers into her, scraping along her side and cauing a fww dents. It was extsy, although no matter what they put in her, they nevr managed to fully fill her in one day before she was moved somehwer else and emptied. For almost a month she was in a constant state of arousal, getting so excited every day and then having to suffer such neediness ever night when the workers came o reast. In some ways, the lack of release was almost as orturous as not being about to feel any sort of stimulation. The nights were so long and she dared not risk leaving to try and find satisfaction in case she awoke the workers. Little did she know that her wish was soon to come true...

One day as the light was disappearing from over the cursed earth, there was a suden commotion further down the trech. The workers flocked to go and be f assistance. Mecha could smell something putrid wafting down the trench.
"what is it?" ilmore yelled, runnin g to were hey were all gathered. He yelled and gae out a girly scream as a putrid black liquid came spilling from one of the walls.
"sir there's bodies in there! Hundred of... of... " the woman didn't finish. Her lunch suddenly welled up inside her and spewed all over he trench in an impressive fountain.
"sir, it looks... looks like... a makeshift grave sir... body [art everywHURK" filmores shoes suddenly receive d a coating of half digested sunplastic flakes and synthspread. He screamed again.
"my garbage! My fine garbage! You can't let that... hurk... mess... ruin my garbage!" he swallowed his own vomit."GET IT OUT OF HERE1 conain in! Load it into the wagon as fast as you can and get it out of here!"
"but sir... we... can't... there's too many..." more vomit hit the trench.
"NOBODY EATS OR SLEEPS UTIL YOU CLEAR THAT CAVERN AND GET IT OUT OF MY GARBAGE MINE!" he scrurried off to send more workers to help.

The miners all looked at each other, bile rising, stomaches heaving as the black rotting body juice slowly floweed out of the whole that lead to the mass grave.
"scarves on guys. Lets get too it" they wound rags around their mouths. Two went to get mecha as the others picked up shovels. Mecha was backed up to the grave entrance and the workers started to make the whole bigger. The sight, smell and texture of what was revealed made everyone want to die on the spot rather than have to deal with something that should belong in the resyk. As they dug their shovels into the cav ity... things only got worse. Severedr limbs, torso and heads came rolling out, encased in rotting black goop. But this was not the worst aprt. It was the pests tht had moved in to devur the bpdies. Maggots, cockroaches, beetles, worms, mites... anything hat fed on daecay was here, wallowing in the all you could eat buffet. The workers cried out in shock and imeediatly began flinging the desecratedc corpses into the back of mecha.

Mecha wasn't sure what was going on, apart from the fact it smelt bad. But then the first load was thrown into her wih a sludgy wet flop and she wondered f today would be better than the last... the sound of constant wretching filled the air, along with the grunts of the workers in effort to keep moving and not hunch up to sate their stomachs. They ended u having to work in shifts to gve each other a break from the pain of cramping stomachs and throa raw from contant stomach acid spewing fro the front of them so that they had keep revoming their scarves to allow it to flow onto the floor. The bodies just kept coming... some butchered, others whole. The whole ones were the worst, because they were lable to pop as they game out and blast everyone with eternal stench. They soon got the hang over levering the bodies out on a series of shovels and placing them into mecha. One team who had all replacwed the prvious team at once where not aware of this and after a shole decaying body came out in one go, threw it into mecha where it exploded, throwing out the most evil, pest filled gunk imaginable. Maggots flew over everything and the air filled with flies that were soon drowned in dwcomposing human gloop. Beetles and all sorts of unknown creepy crawlies, worms and wriggly things exploded out of the dorr and coated the workers from head to foot, causing them to scateer and another team to have to move in.

...Mecha was in extasy. This was the heaviest load she had ever carried. She could feel the weifght pressing down on her axels and whaever had jut exploded... well she wanted more of it. And she got it. The workers had debated emptingy her soon, but decided that there was too much still flowing out of the immediate opening to be okay to leave long nough to get mecha empities somewhere far away enough. So they kept on. If mecha had been human, she would have been panting and yelling fr more. Hour after hour they exhumes the putrification and it mingled with heir own vomit. Thankfully th gloop allowed the body bits to lube and so more could be crammed into the back of mecha. She was groaning, litterllay. She was becomingso full that she was actually starting to wonder if her axels would continue to carry her much longer. But with every corspes they now forced into her, she felt her mind spinning as the pleasure beagan to reach heihts she had never felt before. Soon...sooon...

The night had come and the workers had had to set up spotlights to continue the work. Most fo them were wilting with tirdness, pain and horror. Nobody was hungry. The last crew standing were doing all they could to fill the last few parts of mecha. One of them had no sense of smell from burth and had been nominated to b the one to use his hands to force limbs into the last few gaps of mecha. He put his foot up onto the last part of her ledge that wasn't covered by dead things and reached up to thrust a severed arm inside.

Mecha felt it coming.
"That's all guys" the man behind her yelled. Mecha's heart went cold. NOOOOO! Not now! Not now that she was balanced on the edge! Tttering at the point of what would be the best organism of hwr life! Without delay she swung her doors shut whule the man was still stood on her ledge and proceeded to try and pull him into the mass wall of fetid human remains. A muffled screem came from the van while workers ran forwards to try and leaver them open again. Mecha struggled and struggled until she felt the catches click and the doors stop being able to move. This was it! She thought as the man moved as much as the sardinelike conditions would allow. She felt the gooey mess of putriness, insets, worms and squidgy flesh pulse inside her; felt the people outside struggle to lever her doors open.
And then it happened.

A months worse of fourplay; a months worth of being only partialy filled and then emptied again exploded in a rainbow of emotions, sensations and decay. Mecha managed to let out a cluck so long and powerful that it resonated off every metal surface and knocked the worlers off their feet. This was not the worst of what happened to them. As soon as they hit the floor, mecha felt a second wave engulf her and the doors burst open. The workers who fell became entombed in a miden of bones, flesh, goo, vomit, worms, maggots, flies, beetles and faeces. It spewed out like a damn bursting and the tidal wave hurtled down the rench. Nobody knew whether the workers in the heap had been killed by drowning, suffocation, crushing or a bang to the head. But they were dead like the things that had killed theem. The workers who had been asleep woke to the noise of the clucking and were now running from the six foot sunami that was coursing down the trench. They only just made it to the ladder in time. They watche from abouve has it lost power and became still, the dry earth of the trenches now bubbling as he decomposing liquid started to soak it and the insects swam around in it, trying to get to the sides.

Mecha felt like she had inhaled the fear gas again... she was high and floating in a wiggling world where extay rulled. Where anytiing was possible. As she came down fromit, she realised that the world was not actually wiggling and nstead millions of maggots and worms were crawling all er her face. She wasn't sure wahat had happened to he workers, but she knew they had done her proud. She relaxed, closed her doors and settled down to enjoy the long lin gering sensatons of completeion.

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The farmer was still stuck i the cubes for the last twp weeks of her sentences. It was torut=re. Being awake in them as everybody around her seemed to do the most ridiculous and disgustin g things to anooy other people. In the end she foind that meditition was the only thing to keep ehr sane and block it all out un til she was rudly disturbed by a protei n apck being beaming in to her room. She stopped thinling of nothing and started to devour the salty paste, but something caught her eye. Doen on the street below, she could see a man with spiky blonde hair and a trenchcoat walking by. And he was carrying something.
"mikhail!" She yeeled, protein paste sparying inside the perspects cube. But of course he couldn't hear her.
"I'LL FIND YOU!"

AN: Cam't type much guys as i've missed lunch to type this up and i don't want to keep you guys waiting anyh longer for the next update. I hope ypu like it) gof