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The Culling Lottery

©2004 C. Smith

1. Arrival of the Candidates

What a difference forty years makes! musedthe C.E.O. as she watched the Candidates tumbling excitedly out of the limos.Tiffany Boylston had been a child when the news first leaked out that a companynamed JFA — Justice for All — was not only selling the internalorgans of executed prisoners for transplants, but was also butchering the carcassesand cooking the meat for private "snuff" banquets. She remembers her parents'reaction, which turned out to be, Why not? In a worldbeset by high crime rates and higher taxes, that turned out to be the majorityreaction. Get rid of the criminal element and reduce the overpriced penal systemat the same time. Use the free market to clean the streets and communitiesof lawbreakers. What's wrong with eliminating human refuse while simultaneouslyhelping to supply the huge worldwide demand for transplant parts? And who caresif a few perverts like to chow down the flesh of this rabble. Better to use their moneyto finance the purge of criminals than money out of taxpayer pockets.

Even the revelation that prisoners condemned forcapital crimes (and that covered just about every offense in this tough-on-crimesociety, including many that were formerly misdemeanors) were being brutallytortured as part of the execution process failed to elicit sympathy from anyonewho counted. The inevitable protests from hand-wringers and bleeding heartliberals were treated to contemptuous derision by the three media conglomeratesthat controlled nearly all the electronic and print news media in the country.With nowhere to voice their puny objections, the whiners eventually gave up.

The Administration and Congress got the message.Their constituents didn't care about JFA and how they dispatched their chargesnearly as much as they cared about lowering taxes. In fact, widespread morbidcuriosity grew to a demand to make the process more public. Almost overnightthe approach to dispatching the swelling ranks of condemned prisoners changed.It moved from secrecy to open exhibition on the web and stiff competition forgovernment execution contracts. By the time Tiffany was in high school, JFAwas only one of many capital disposition centers carrying out executions, organharvests and snuff roasts, and showing the entire proceedings on subscriptioninternet sites. The snuff shows rapidly developed huge audiences and immenseprofits. Competition inevitably led to rating wars, which, in turn, fueledthe need for ever more "dramatic" (i.e. erotically stimulating) methods ofpunishment and execution. Videos of the Snuff Banquets featuring the roastedvictims and associated parties and orgies were shown later to a more selectaudience.

The number crunchers and programming gurus soonnoticed that the greater the cruelty, the higher the ratings. Which led toa fatter bottom line. By the time Tiffany was finishing her Masters Degreeat Harvard, the business had grown from that primitive origin in a secret abattoirto a multi-billion dollar industry with a world-wide audience eager to pourout an ocean of money to watch real live sex, suffering, death and cannibalism.

Along with the need for more ferocious methodsof execution was a need to increase the supply of victims. Trouble was, nomatter how many offenses were added to the list of capital crimes, and eventhough it was now nearly impossible for suspects to prove they weren't guiltyand avoid a swift trip to a snuff show, there were just not enough condemnedcriminals to meet the demand.

The industry solved this dilemma (with a lot ofhelp from the media) by bringing to the attention of key governmental lawmakersin nearly every country the very real, growing and woefully neglected scourgeof worldwide overpopulation and the alarming depletion of natural resourcesresulting from it. Although global population had been redoubling every decadesince the turn of the century, creating acute pollution problems and shortagesof practically everything, the industrialized nations somehow failed to graspthe urgency of the situation. But all that changed, as cynics have noted, whenbillions of dollars found their way from the snuff industry into the pocketsof powerful politicians around the world. Soon new laws sprouted everywhereas population control leapt to the forefront of global fervor. In the spiritof saving humanity from its fecund self, it was now considered a noble exercisein selfless altruism for anyone eighteen years or older to volunteer himselfor herself for officially sanctioned snuffs.

Naturally, most people do not jump at the chancefor an early, painful, humiliating and very public death, followed by beingthe chef's special. Substantial incentives are required. The snuff companies,anticipating this inconvenience, had a ready solution. It all boiled down tomoney — the universal motivator — and odds. They simply sent outworld-wide casting calls, offering extremely large payments along with extremelylow odds of actually getting snuffed.

Tiffany's company, Ultimate Reality Productions,was among the most generous in the industry. Applicants, if accepted, wereoffered a fee (daintily referred to as an "honorarium") of ten times the averageincome of their country of origin. Instant riches! Furthermore the odds ofliving to enjoy it were extremely favorable: each week, out of a cast of one-hundred,only four would be selected in a lottery for snuffing. Even the most mathematicallychallenged could figure out those odds: a 96% chance to become an internationalcyber-celebrity, have loads of sexy fun and walk away with lots of cash, vs.a minuscule 4% chance of ending up on someone's plate. For millions it wasan irresistible gamble, especially for poor families, thrill seekers and peoplewith drug problems, heavy debts or expensive tastes and a get-rich-quick mentality.

Even for the unlucky ones in these Culling Lotteries,as they were called in legal circles, there was a certain consolation in knowingthat their contract fee would go to their named beneficiaries, plus any "optionbonuses" and royalties from the snuff and roast videos. Some loved one, inmost cases, would get a nice windfall as a result of their highly unlikelydemise.

Fresh out of graduate school and mother of a babygirl whose father had split for parts unknown, Tiffany had decided URP's offerof instant wealth was the solution to her overwhelming school debt and bleakfuture. The four percent chance of being snuffed was far better than the one-hundredpercent chance of being arrested and executed for failure to pay her debts.She had signed up, been accepted and survived. In fact, her creativity in helpingwith the torture and execution of the losers on that show was so outstandingthat it led to her invitation to join the company as Chief Execution Officer.

During these seventeen years of her tenure as CEO,Tiffany had kept Ultimate Reality Productions at the top of the ratings pile.It was an industry truism that audience share soars when the snuffs involvebeautiful young people, especially females, so she always made sure her castingdepartment accepted only the sexiest, youngest, most desirable applicants fromamong the hundreds of thousands who answered the weekly calls, and that nineteenin every twenty were females. Males could range in age up to thirty-five ifthey were really hot, but none of the females could be older than twenty-five,and most were closer to the minimum age of eighteen. Let her competitors snuffand cook the older chicks. She wanted the youngest, shapeliest and prettiestgirls for URP. That's why her audience numbers were burning up the charts.

Each new weekly batch of Candidates arrived atthe studios on Tuesday, and it was always a scene of delightful pandemonium.One hundred highly excited young people, all hyped on adrenalin as they bouncedgiddily between anticipation, niggling misgivings and the euphoria of suddenwealth. Each group represented a variety of countries and their socializingwas always somewhat frustrated by language barriers, but most had at leasta smattering of English and they all shared a common bond: they were here toparticipate in a show that had a global audience of millions. For many, themost scary thing about the next five days was not the itty bitty, tiny possibilityof death, but the absolute certainty that they would soon be getting nakedin public, or maybe even having sex while millions watched, including theirown families. But the excitement of arriving in a fleet of limousines at thefamous Los Angeles studios of URP was heady beyond compare. Everyone in theworld knew this place, had seen it on TV and on their monitors. Everyone hadthrilled at the pageantry of the snuff shows and at the bravery of the world'smost beautiful youth nobly volunteering their lives to help cull our overpopulatedspecies, an act of breathtaking (and incredibly erotic) humanitarianism.

Of course everyone also knew, especially Tiffanyand her fellow professionals, that it was not the killing that thrilled theaudience, it was the way they were killed. It was the torture they had agreedto endure. Fortunately for the industry, there were more than enough potentialcandidates out there willing to suppress that thought and respond to the money.Why worry about someone else's bad luck?

Those first days were a blast. Settling into luxuriousaccommodations. Enjoying world-class meals. Choosing a whole new wardrobe.Rehearsals for the production numbers. Coiffed and made over by the world'sforemost beauty experts. For the women not already so adorned, a labia piercingand insertion of a gleaming 24 carat gold ring. All courtesy of URP. Then therewere the parties! Five of the hottest guys from four countries cavorting withninety-five of the loveliest females from nine countries (many having broughttheir own party consorts at URP expense) in one of the world's most action-packedand sin-soaked cities! It all made for a wild three day romp during which thatwee, trifling possibility of torture and death was easily ignored. Shynessand awkwardness of communication were soon trumped by deliberate abandon, youthfulexuberance and all-out sexual excess!

Directly after lunch on the fourth day, Friday,Tiffany gathered all the candidates together, along with the translators forthose who did not speak English. It was time to get down to work. She herdedthem into a small auditorium with upholstered theater seats arrayed in threeconcentric semicircles around a raised dais, then took a seat on the dais whereshe could see them all and they could see her.

Although it was to be expected that many of thecandidates would already be intimately acquainted by now, it was always truethat not everyone would know everyone else. So she began with the usual protocol:self-introductions — each candidate standing to state his or her name,place of origin and a brief personal bio.

That done, she moved on to a description of justhow the scenes would go on Saturday and Sunday. Everyone had watched thesesnuff shows at least once either in a live cybercast or from the archives,but the faces, restraints, physical layout and lottery devices changed fromshow to show, along with the faces.

The live show would get underway at 22:00 hoursPacific Time (19:00 hours Eastern) with an introduction of the one hundredCandidates to the studio and internet audience. Clips had already been madeof them enjoying themselves during the preceding three days and nights andwould be blended into the introductions. She warned them that they might beseeing themselves on screen in situations and activities they thought wereprivate. Some faces turned scarlet at that revelation, but she reminded thegroup that their signed contracts specifically allowed for candid cameras atany and all times and places, and that anything captured on chip was preauthorizedfor broadcast.

"Besides," she soothed, "a little sucking and fuckingis mild stuff compared to what you'll be seen doing tomorrow and Sunday."

When they had quieted down, she addressed the problemof who was going to wear what. It was a discussion of little interest to thefive males, but passionately consuming for the females. Tiffany let them hashit out, noting that the regulars — the girls who had been on the showbefore — sat quietly, saying nothing. They knew that in the end, whenthe democratic process had disintegrated to chaos, Tiffany would impose herown will anyway. Which is what happened.

That decision having been made, she continued ina matter-of-fact tone, "Following the Introductions of the Candidates to theaudience will be the official Oath of Induction, then the Lottery. This weekwe're going to have you, the Candidates, come up, in advance, with four generalscenarios for the torture and death of those selected in the Lottery. I willthen divide you up into four smaller groups to work out the details. This is,after all, your show and we find it's more fun if youall take part in designing the snuffs as well as carrying them out. We arecognizant, of course, that the ruthless creativity we desire of you might tendto be dampened by the small chance of being selected to be snuffed yourselfand having to suffer the fate you helped design. For that reason, we formallyguarantee that none of the four victims will die at the hands of her or hisown group. It will be so announced before the Lottery. Understood?"

There was a general murmur of understanding, ifnot assent.

"Good. So let me ask if anyone has any generalthoughts about how the snuffs should be carried out. Frankly, we're lookingfor ordeals that will be highly erotic, exquisitely painful and stretch overthirty-eight hours, from midnight tonight to 14:00 hours Sunday, which is whenthe chefs need to begin preparing the Honorees for the banquet. All that timeyou must keep our audience fascinated, sexually stimulated and panting formore. We want them to be so thrilled with the four snuffs that they'll be backagain next week to watch us do it again. Remember, the enormous paycheck youwill be receiving is enabled by our success in drawing and satisfying paidviewers."

Sveta raised her right hand. She was a strikinglybeautiful Ukrainian girl with long black hair and bright blue eyes. She wastwenty-one years old and a regular, this being her eighth appearance on theshow. She had been eighteen when first recruited, the minimum age allowed,and her seven previous appearances had made her fabulously wealthy, but shewas hoping to parlay these appearances into a career as a film star. She wasa very focused and ambitious young lady with a sex appeal few could match.Tiffany liked her a great deal and was more than happy to welcome her backas often as she wanted to come.

"Yes, Sveta. It's good to see you here again, bythe way."

"Thank you, Miss Boylston."

"Candidates, as you may recall from other shows and our earlier introductions,Sveta is from Kiev. What would you like to suggest, dear."

"I was thinking, Ma'am, that maybe we could havethe different motif for each of the victims. I mean, think of different kindsof the deaths, different ways of people to die. Like, in general. I'm sorry,my English is not so good."

"It's better than my Ukrainian, dear, so don'tapologize. And I think I understand what you're suggesting. Do you mean categoriesof death: drowning, fire, hanging, drugs, that sort of thing?"

"Yes! Yes! Categories. Different kinds of the death."

"Interesting. Anyone else want to expand on that?Or make other suggestions?"

"I like her idea," said a petite blond.

"Your name again? And where you're from?"

"My name is Jackeline. I am from Chiclayo, Peru.I am agreeing. I think it is being fun to think of ways to snuff our friendsand stay within the motif. The theme."

"All right, let's go with that for a while. Whatshall we use as the four motifs?"

A young man whose face might have been cloned fromany full page ad in Maxim raised a hand. "I'm Roberto,from Napoli, Italia. I agree with the idea of motif. I like those motifs thatyou said, especially fire and drowning. But drugs are too . . . too delicato,too difficult for the camera to catch, do you see?"

"Too subtle?" Tiffany prompted.

"Yes! Subtle. And maybe even drowning could bemore . . . embrace more . . . be wider."

"Asphyxiation?" suggested a soft voice from theopposite side of the semicircle.

"And your name, dear?" prompted Tiffany.

"Corrine. I'm from Belfast, Northern Ireland, MissBoylston.." It was a small girl with black hair, large dark eyes and a bosomalmost as spectacular as Sveta's. "Drowning is a form of asphyxiation, so youcould expand the category to include other ways of not being able to breathe."

"No, no!" an excited female voice spoke up. "Iam Yulia. I am from Novosibirsk in Russia." Tiffany located her hand in thelast row on her left. She appeared to be a tall girl with a wild mane of russethair and a long, slender nose to match her slim, elegant frame. "To drown meanswater or other liquid covers face. Can have many interesting ways. To asphyxiatemeans to cut off air. Like to hang, or to strangle. Also many interesting ways,but in air, not under liquid. I believe these are best to be two differencein categories."

"Yulia has a good point there," Tiffany said. "Shallwe agree, then, on death by drowning as one category, death by asphyxiationas a second category, and death by fire as a third?"

"May I make a suggestion?" The hand was in thesecond row directly in front of Tiffany. A cute girl with multi-hued hair tumblingin curls to her shoulders and an obvious penchant for dramatic cosmetics.

"Please remind us; you are . . . ?"

"I am Nikki from Amsterdam, The Netherlands. Ithink fire is too restrictive. I think we should broaden it to death by heat.That leaves room for things like branding irons and hot coals. And maybe therecould be another category of death by cold. Using ice and cold water and stuff."

"Excellent!" cooed Tiffany. How amusing it wasto have the candidates concoct their own demise! "So, what do we have so far?Death by Heat, Drowning, Asphyxiation . . . and what else? We need a fourthcategory. Should it be cold, as Nikki suggested?"

There was a short silence.

Sveta spoke up. "I think cold is not exciting enough.How about crushing?"

More silence.

"Crushing is good," agreed Tiffany, urging thingsalong. "Any other thoughts?"

"How about death by fucking?" The voice was maleand came from a smirking blond in the front row. It was just today's variationon a traditional recommendation, and it usually came from the male minority.

"And who is the horny young man who would liketo be fucked to death?" Tiffany deadpanned.

"Tony. I'm from White Plains, New York. I thinkit would be maximum cool if the victim is fucked by us male candidates, andmaybe a bunch of bad-ass machines, until all three holes are ripped to shredsand she bleeds to death with a smile on her face. Don't you think?"

"I think, Tony, that it's not terribly original," Tiffanyanswered dryly, "and that unless you can come up with a dozen or so entirelyfresh new ways to fuck a girl to death, you'd be best off considering otheravenues of torture. There'll be plenty of fucking going on in any event."

Her tone seemed to take the edge off his smugness.He slumped into his seat without further elaboration. The crease in his browindicated that either he was actually considering novel new ways of fuckinggirls to death, or (more likely) of how he could do the world a favor by culling this oldbitch.

"Miss Boylston? I have idea."

Tiffany recognized the voice immediately with it'ssoft Chinese approximation of the "r" sound. She spotted the small hand inthe air and smiled at the adorable vision beneath it.

"Yes, Lin? Candidates, this lovely creature isLin from Hong Kong. This is her . . . what is it? Fourth appearance?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"This is her fourth appearance with URP. She isone of our most popular regulars and I'm delighted that she has chosen to graceour studios one more time."

Not satisfied with merely being rich in a countrywhere most still hovered at the edge of poverty, Lin was determined to be aplayer as well. She had made it known to earlier URP audiences that she hopedto use both her wealth and celebrity status to build a company featuring herown signature designs in sensual lingerie and undergarments, peek-a-boo beachwear,see-through clubwear, cosmetics, sexy footwear and jeans, hair products, perfumes,and many other items. The casting department kept accepting her applicationsbecause the audience consistently e-voted her one of their top favorites, rightalong with Sveta and a half dozen others. Who could resist her classic Chinesebeauty? She had a perfect figure, the lustrous black hair and sweet delicateface of a china doll, and the small firm breasts so admired by Asians. It didn'thurt that she loved to be nude on camera and carried herself with elegant grace.

"I am thinking, Miss Boylston," she said, "thatname of group . . . of . . . what is word? Cat - ah - goalie. . ."

"Category."

"Yes. Name of category must be basic and sexy.Maybe water, fire, wood and metal. Like four elements of Greeks."

"I think it was water, fire, air andearth, " said a man in the second row.

"You are?" asked Tiffany.

"Georg, from Frankfort, Germany."

"I believe you are correct," Tiffany acknowledged, "butperhaps air and earth are too vague.I think Lin's choices will be easier to work with in finding tortures thatfit. Any other thoughts on that? Agreement? Disagreement?"

"Ma'am?" It was a soft-spoken girl in the secondrow who came across as timid and modest. Tiffany knew better, having revieweda chip from last night in which she was anything but timid with one of themen and two of the other girls. The smoky blonde pixie had managed to keepher fingers busy in both cunts while bringing off the young man with her mouth.

"Identify yourself again, please."

"I'm Olga from Lupeni, Rumania. I am not speakingEnglish as well as Lin, but I think perhaps the word 'metal' is not . . . istoo . . . I'm sorry, but when I am with boys who speak English and they . .. they put me in metal, they use word 'iron' although it is not iron really.They say it sounds more sexy. Is true, this?"

"Yes, Olga," Tiffany says. "An excellent observation.In English it's sexier to say someone is 'in irons' than to say she's in metal.So, that brings us to water, fire, wood and iron. Those sound like categoriesthat have a sensual, earthy sound and allow us a good deal of latitude fordesigning torture and death. Are we agreed on that?"

No one said a word, but she noticed several werenodding.

"Excellent. That will be it, then. Water, Fire,Wood and Iron. Those will be our four themes, or motifs. Immediately followingthis meeting I will formally break you into four groups of twenty-five andsend you to four separate rooms to come up with plans that relate to your assignedmotif. As it happens, we are blessed this week with the presence of five veteransof past shows who already know the ropes, so to speak. I will put four of themin charge of a group. They are . . ." she pointed them out as she named them. . . "Sveta, Lin, Justin and Lilya. Sveta and Lin you've already heard from.Justin is from Basingstoke, England and he's back with us for the third time.Lilya hails from Gomel, Belarus and this is her fourth appearance. All fourare as cool and well organized as they are brave and good looking, and I'msure you'll enjoy working with them."

Tiffany carefully avoided looking at the fifthregular and made no further reference to her.

Now, she knew, was the time to rachet up theirmotivation. "As you work out the plans for your motif, remember that our audienceis looking for extreme cruelty. To help get your creative juices flowing, URPis offering two special incentives. First, we're letting the audience chooseby e-vote the snuff they like best and the winning team will receive doublethe fee stipulated in your contracts. You will be doubly rich!"

Tiffany watched with satisfaction as their bright,greedy young eyes lit up. For the moment they had forgotten they might notlive to enjoy it. Time to tweak their enthusiasm a notch higher.

"Second," she went on, "members of the winningteam will receive a bonus option which can double their take-home pay yet again!In other words, members of the winning team will have a chance to quadrupletheir contract fee!"

Her listeners squirmed in their seats, hardly ableto keep from jumping up. She was talking millions of dollars! Neither theynor their families would ever have to work again! All they had to do was bereally, really vicious. Could they do that? Why not? Soldiers do it in warfare,and for a pittance. They had been dubbed soldiers in the noble fight againstoverpopulation, legally free of all civilized restraints, free to indulge theirdarkest fantasies for fun and immense profit!

"I thought you'd like that news," Tiffany chuckled. "Nowlisten up! It's almost 13-hundred hours. After I've assigned you to your motifgroups, I want all of you to take a tour of the supply area and take note ofthe stock of equipment that's available to you. You'll find it's an extensivecollection. But if there's something we don't already have that would makepossible some impressive new torture, let me know right away and I'll see whatcan be done to provide it. I want you back here in the assigned work roomsby 14:30 hours. Your group leaders will organize things from there. The ceremoniesbegin at 10-hundred hours in the Main Studio with the Introductions, then theOath of Induction, and finally, the Lottery. You are to be backstage fullydressed and made up for final rehearsal and prep at 900 hours. Any questions?"

A girl with dark auburn hair and a lush body thatradiated sexuality raised a skin-bronzed hand. "My name is Mariana. I'm fromNiterói, Brazil. You said if we are picked as a victim we will not besnuffed by our own group. Who decides which group will do it?"

"I do, dear."

"But what if all four come from the same group?"

"An excellent question. Actually that's never happened.The odds are roughly that of getting a straight flush in poker. But if it does. . . well, let's put it up for discussion. Candidates, what do you think wouldbe the most equitable way to handle it?"

A waif of a girl with short dark hair and startlinglygreen eyes raised her hand. "I'm Victoria from Halifax, Nova Scotia in Canada. "Ithink the results of that lottery should be thrown out and all the names putback in for another drawing. We should keep doing that until at least one victimcomes from a different group."

"Oh the hell with that!" Roberto shouted. "Justlet all four draw straws or something and the winner gets reprieved. Then keepthe lottery going until someone from another group comes up."

"Why even bother with that?" said Tony, makingan impatient face. "Just do it like they do foul balls in baseball. If thelast selection is from the same group as the first three, toss it and keepdrawing until you hit a different group."

Arguments supporting all three ideas immediatelybubbled up. After a minute of cacophony, Tiffany quelled the ruckus with aclap of her hands. "Thank you Victoria, Roberto and Tony for your suggestions.It's always interesting to hear how the Candidates themselves feel about theseissues. Actually, the method we would use is the one Tony suggested. We wouldkeep disallowing the fourth selection until we hit someone from another group.Any other questions?"

She allowed only a beat before nodding to a youngwoman with a sheaf of papers.

"Good. Before I divide you into four groups andsend you off, there's one more thing. My assistant is now passing out personalizedcopies of the Oath you will be taking tonight. It's printed in English andin your own home language, if it is not English. If you have trouble speakingEnglish during the oath, don't worry about it. Just try to imitate what theofficiant says. It's raising your right hand on camera during the reading ofthe Oath that counts. That's what legally commits you. Until then you can stillback out. But do remember that there are consequencesfor quitting at this point. They were spelled out in your contract. You andyour named beneficiaries would have twenty-four hours to reimburse URP forall expenses incurred in bringing you here — including recruitment, transportation,accommodations, meals, entertainment, wardrobe, bodily adornments, medicalexams, consorts and so forth. Plus thirty-eight percent interest. That's anamount that bankrupts most people instantly. Failure to pay in full and ontime means you would be charged with breach of contract, theft by deceptionand unlawful flight to avoid a certified culling lottery. Your named beneficiarieswill be charged with aiding and abetting. Every one of those charges is a capitaloffense and convictions are pretty much automatic. Something to think about."

Tiffany paused to let it sink in. "But none ofthat is going to happen. You're all here to have fun and get filthy rich! Therisk is part of what makes it exciting! Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Atiny risk for a huge payoff! The minute you raise yourhand for the Oath of Induction, you will be rich and ina position to get even richer! On that happy thought, I bid you farewell until900 hours. Remember to check out the supply area. But most of all, rememberthat you are one hundred of the world's most beautiful people. I want you tobe stunning this evening when the cameras find you! I want our audience tocum in their pants the instant they clap eyes on you."

She jumped to her feet, grinned and pumped a fistin the air. "Ready to get rich?" she shouted, radiating enthusiasm.

"YES!" they yelled back with youthful ebullience.

"That's it then," she shouted. "Let's go!"

The fate of the one hundred had been set in motion.