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Death by Chess
©2004 by C. Smith
Chapter 1
Werner Richter was a bitter man. He had done hisduty: he had presided over the slaughter of the woman he had loved dearly foreighteen years. He had watched them hang her up by the ankles and cut her throat.He had held her hand and kissed her as her blood drained past their lips, justas he had promised he would all those years earlier when they had first becomelovers. They had known that the terrible day was coming and he thought he wasprepared for it. But he wasn't. It had twisted something in his soul.
Ironically, that was the very year he was namedC.E.O. of Musgrave, Inc., but his elevation came three months too late to savehis lovely Aprille. She had produced nineteen healthy baby girls for the Company'slivestock inventory, all of them Prime Grade beauties, two of them alreadyproductive Breeders themselves. But when her reproductive system faltered,Company policy and the law made her fate automatic. Her status was changedfrom Breeder to Meat and she was slaughtered. Werner had kept his purchaseoption on her active during all those wonderful years so he was able to buyher and see to it that she died blissfully stoned on O-drugs and riding a hugeorgasm. But that did little to salve the pain in his own heart.
It also bothered him that he had refused her lastrequest, even though it was for her own benefit. She had wanted to be live-roastedon a spit. She was way past the age limit for spit roasting but knew that hecould afford to have it done privately to bypass the Company's quality assurancerules. That was certainly true, but he could not bear to think of her beingcooked live over a roasting pit. She could not convince him that O-drugs madethe orgasms grow in direct proportion to the intensity of pain, and that theimmensity of the pleasure would overwhelm the underlying agony of her roastingflesh. He had studied the eyes of countless live meat girls as they turnedon their spits over the fire, but it was impossible to tell if they were reactingto the pain or the ecstasy. She had sighed and dropped the subject, and theyhad made spectacular love that one last time. But his denial of her final requestleft him with an unshakable sense of guilt.
He did follow through on one important promise.He established a weekly ritual in which he cooked a portion of her meat, takenfrom its shrine in his freezer, and shared it with a Prime Grade girl fromthe Musgrave livestock in an elegant setting replete with candles, fine wine,his best dinnerware and a profusion of flowers. Aprille's silver and gold urnwas lovingly placed as the centerpiece of the table. In accordance with herdesire that she be remembered not with sorrow but with sex, love and joy, theevening always ended with an exuberant indulgence of fleshly pleasures.
Once a month the ritual was expanded to a fullscale spit roast feast and orgy with several male guests and a matching numberof Prime Grade girls. For these occasions, because he did not want to use uphis precious supply of Aprille's meat too quickly, he purchased "consecrated" girls.These were Primes who had previously attended one of his weekly dinners andpartaken of Aprille's flesh. Aprille herself had suggested it, her logic beingthat once her own meat was digested by another girl, she became part of thatgirl's body. The meat from that girl was thus "consecrated" and became thesame as her own.
The orgy feasts began at Saturday noon with theceremonial slaughter of the sacrificial girl. It consisted of a re-enactmentof Werner's last moments with Aprille, including hanging her by the ankles,cutting her throat and kissing her while her blood poured past their joinedlips. That ritual was followed by the normal evisceration, stuffing and spittingof the carcass. Roasting time for the average size girl was at least six hours,which left plenty of opportunity for high-spirited afternoon play as she cooked,followed by even wilder play after the feast.
Yet none of this effusion of sexual extravaganceand playful debauchery relieved his heartache. Indulging his libido in Aprille'shonor, even at her behest, did not ease his grief at her loss. His bitternessgrew with each passing month, with each new sacrifice to her memory, with eachnew taste of consecrated blood. His pain was a bomb awaiting a fuse.
It arrived in the form of an M1-P named Kimberlee.From the moment she received an order to report to the C.E.O. as a guest forone of his weekly Aprille Memorial Dinners, Kim had known she was in peril.Meat girls were always vulnerable to activation, of course, but her added statusas a Pleasure Girl had given her some protection, or so she had been assured.She certainly had worked hard enough to earn it. Many of her Prime Grade friendswho had not managed to add the "P" to their status designation by the age ofseventeen had not made it to age eighteen. She had waited on many a table andsigned up many a client at banquets where former classmates were roasting ontheir spits.
But this invitation was a scary turn of events.Everyone knew that Werner Richter chose the prettiest of his weekly dinnerdates to be sacrificed at the grand end-of-the-month orgy, and all her friendstold her she was unquestionably the most beautiful of this month's choices.Her long dark hair, brilliant green eyes, lush bosom and lithe figure madea sensational combination.
It was only a slight acne problem on her chin thathad kept her from being classified as a Breeder, and that condition had nearlycleared up. With makeup it was undetectable. It was too late now, of course,to make Breeder. She had already been sterilized and prepped for live spitting.It was only her ability to turn a profit for Musgrave, Inc. as a Pleasure Girlthat kept her out of a roasting pit.)
Until now. Now she was "consecrated." Unless shecould think of something, she wouldn't live past the weekend. How could shepossibly convince Werner Richter to choose someone else to be his pre-orgysacrifice? She cried herself to sleep three nights in a row over the ironyof being not quite beautiful enough to have made the cut for breeding, butwas plenty beautiful enough to have her throat cut in honor of fucking SaintAprille.
Then an idea came to her. Maybe Richter wouldn'tgo for it, but what did she have to lose? Her Notice of Activation would arriveFriday evening, giving her time to say goodbye to close friends before reportingSaturday morning for her flush-out enemas. She went to Richter's office Fridaymorning. Normally, an M class girl, even one with Pleasure Girl status, wouldnot be granted an interview with the C.E.O.; but if he had, in fact, chosenher to be slaughtered for his big weekend orgy, he might well be curious asto why his featured entrée had come to see him.
And she was right. She was ushered into his officeby an extremely pregnant B1. She was an older woman, probably in her earlythirties, and her body was beginning to show the effects of her many pregnancies,but she was still gorgeous. It was easy to see why she would have been designateda Prime Grade Breeder. At seventeen she must have been a knockout. And no acne.
"Kimberlee! How lovely to see you!" Werner Richtersaid, rising to welcome her and guide her to a plushly upholstered leatherchair in front of a desk as spacious as a bed. "What can I do for you?"
"I have an idea I thought you might be interestedin," she said with as much assurance as she could muster, considering her heartwas in her throat.
Werner Richter smiled back at her, admiring herexceptional beauty, amused at her ineffective effort to appear nonchalant.She would make a worthy sacrifice to the memory of Aprille.
"Remember," she said, "how you were saying at thatMemorial Dinner last week how frustrating it is that the pro leagues and collegeshave blocked us from showing our intermural sports on global TV?"
"I do. They don't like the idea of competing againstan all-nude female league. They're afraid of losing audience share to us."
"Well, I've thought of a way we can get aroundthat."
"Oh?" Richter smiled encouragement, but his eyessaid, I know what you're up to. "Go on."
"What we need is a whole new game, one that willbe exciting to watch, but one that the pros and college athletes aren't allowedto play."
Richter had not missed the fact that she'd usedthe "we" pronoun twice. The little minx was definitely trying to land a dealthat would keep her pretty neck unslit for a while longer. He couldn't decidewhat intrigued him more: watching a lovely girl he would be eating tomorrowtry to talk her way out of her destiny, or hearing what kind of cockamamiescheme she had in mind to outwit the pros.
"And what game would that be?" he asked.
"Promise you won't laugh. It doesn't sound likemuch, but I've got some really good ideas about it."
But he did laugh! It was an absurd conversation.He knew she was only trying to wiggle off her hook and she knew he knew. Hecould easily read the desperation behind her plucky bravado. He had to admit,though, he really admired this girl. What was her name? Kimberlee? It was toobad, in a way, that he'd never get to know her better. "I make no promises," hesaid. He bestowed on her what he thought was his warmest smile.
What she saw was a wolfish grin. Her heart waspounding. Her life was hanging on her words. "What I had in mind, Sir, wasa chess game."
His smile widened.
She hurried on. "Not just a dull two-person game.This one would have somewhat different rules and have a lot of action withnaked girls."
Richter raised both eyebrows. Was he more interestedor just laughing silently? Kim clenched her fists so he wouldn't see them tremble.
"Do you play chess, Sir?"
"I do."
"Great! Then picture this. We'd have a field markedoff like a chessboard. Both teams would consist of mostly naked young femaleswith just enough costume to identify which team they're on and which piecethey are. They'd all be armed with weapons from the middle ages — swords,daggers, maces, axes, spears — like that. We wouldn't have to use thePrime meat stock, either. With makeup and conditioning, the Standards and eventhe Oven and Chuck grades could be used."
"This game is going to involve bloodshed, then?"
"Absolutely, Sir. That's our edge! Free peoplecan't kill each other legally, but we're livestock."
"I'm listening."
"Two players have to call the moves. You couldcall them generals or commanders or something. They would be up on a raisedplatform or tower where they can see the action. We could even bring in realmilitary brass, or celebrities, or we could use our own girls. Using our ownwould probably be more exciting."
"Why?"
"Because . . . Well, let me explain some of therules. In ordinary chess when you capture an opponent's piece, you just jumpone of yours into its space and take it off the board. But in this game thetwo pieces would have to actually fight it out. If the attacker kills the defenderit would be like a regular chess move, and the dead or wounded girl would bedragged off the field. But if the defending piece kills the attacker, thatputs the attacking general into a whole new quandary. She has to plan for bothpossibilities. And she'd have to do it, make her next move, within a givenamount of time or lose her turn. And that time could be as short as half aminute, or even fifteen seconds. So not only do the generals have to play goodfast chess, they have to contend with the possibility that their moves willbackfire."
"And why would using our own girl generals be better?"
"They could be the Kings. In normal chess you winjust by putting the King in a capture situation he can't escape. Checkmate.In our game the King has to be actually killed. We could put each team's Kingon her own tower on the chessboard. It would be on wheels and motorized soshe could move around like the other pieces. She'll have to fight any piecethat puts her in checkmate position. If she's killed, the other team wins."
"Sounds promising, but how do you keep the fieldfrom turning into chaos with girls chasing each other around with swords? Andat the same time keep the action flowing?"
"I'm developing some good ideas on how to do that!I just need a few more days to put it together. May I come back Monday? I'llbe able to lay it out in more detail then."
This was the critical moment. Either he would goalong with it and she would live through the weekend, or he would reject itand by this time tomorrow she'd be having her guts flushed out. He could evensteal the idea and develop it himself after feasting on her at the orgy. Shewas so tense she was afraid she might pass out.
"Scheherazade," he said.
"What?"
"Have you ever heard of Scheherazade?"
"No."
"She was a beautiful Arabian girl who married aking named Shahryar who was in the habit of marrying virgins and having thembeheaded the next day. She kept herself alive by telling him an exciting story,then tease him with a preview of another equally exciting story the next night.So the king would let her live one more day. She did that for one thousandand one nights. By then the king had become so enamored of her that he decidedto make an exception in her case and let her go on living."
He let several seconds of awkward silence buildup as he smiled knowingly at her. Kim's hopes plummeted and she let her gazeslip to the floor. He'd seen through her and wasn't buying it. Then anger beganto boil through her despair. What right did he have to mock her pathetic attemptto save herself by rubbing her nose in her ignorance? How the hell would sheknow who this Scheherazade was? The only things they taught her here was athousand and one ways to get a man to cum so you could make yourself usefulwhile waiting to be slaughtered for meat. She looked up at him defiantly.
"All right! I admit it! I don't want to die tomorrow.I think I'll be much more valuable to you if you let me live long enough towork this idea through. I think it can be a big hit and a serious money-makerfor Musgrave if you'll just give me a chance. You can always cook me laterif my ideas don't work out. All I ask is a chance. Please."
"What makes you think I've chosen you forthe Monthly Memorial? Haven't your sources informed you that I choose onlythe most beautiful consecrated meat for those occasions?"
"Yes they have, Sir," she said, and stared backat him with her chin up.
By God, Richter thought, this girl is somethingelse. She knows she's an incredible beauty. She undoubtedly feels cheated thatshe didn't make Breeder because of adolescent skin problems. Definitely smarterthan your average meat, and not willing to give up her life without a fight.She might even have a decent idea going with this chess thing. He decided topush her a little further, just to see how she'd handle herself.
"And you figure you're the most beautiful of thismonth's crop?"
"I've only been with you that once, Sir, but youdidn't strike me as a cruel man. You knew before I walked into your officethat I knew you'd chosen me. And you knew why I was here. If I weren't theone you'd chosen, you would have told me right away. You wouldn't have leftme in torment just so I could make a fool of myself."
He snorted. "Not cruel? Inviting girls for dinnerand sex only to reward one of them with death: that's not cruel?"
"You obviously loved Aprille a great deal, Sir,and this is your way of honoring her. We're meat, Sir. If you don't kill usand eat us, someone else will. I don't expect to be spared that fate, I justwant to postpone it for a while. I love life, like Aprille did. She was luckybecause she could have babies, which kept her alive so you and her could havea lot of years together. I'm more like your Scherere . . . whoever it was.I have only my wits. And I think I've come up with an exciting idea. Please,Sir! You won't regret giving me a chance to prove it! And you can always activateme if it doesn't work out. Or for any reason at all, for that matter."
"True, but it will cost me. I'll have to buy anoption on you to keep someone else from buying you in the meantime. Why shouldn'tI just take your idea and run with it myself?"
"Because you're a honest man and it was my idea.You spend a lot of money to honor Aprille the way you do, buying a girl everyweek, all of them Prime Grade. I can't believe you'll steal my idea just tosave the price of a month's option. Besides, as CEO you get a discount."
He laughed. "Okay. I'll give you extra points fortact. You're right, of course. You are my choice. You are far and away themost beautiful girl I've met since Aprille. And the most interesting."
He paused, pursing his lips and tenting his fingers.He could see Kim's heart thudding under her thin dress. Yet, terrified as shewas, she held her head high. "All right, Scheherazade, I'll grant you yourstay. The original Scheherazade got a one day reprieve. You have a month toshow me that your chess game has real potential. In the meantime, you will becoming to my orgy tomorrow, but only to enjoy the roast and be available forplay. And to tell me more about your game."
Kim jumped up and threw her arms around him. "Youwon't regret it, Sir!" She kissed him vigorously, telling him between gentlebites, "And I'll make it worthwhile for you in other ways, too!"
"I bet you will," he laughed. "I remember yourfirst visit!"
"So do I," she said, and began nibbling her waydown his neck as she opened his shirt.
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