The entire patronage of the bar was lined up outside The Slutty Margarita, stripping nude, and getting chained up inside the box of the meat truck. The pregnant female bartender was presenting her doctor’s papers to the chief inspector.

“Congratulations, looks like it’s going to be a boy. That’s a class A exemption for you. You’re a very lucky young woman!, Meryl.” He responded happily to her.
“Thanks”, she said with palpable relief, taking her doctor’s notes on her pregnancy back from him and walking back into the bar, still shaking visibly.

Francine stared a million miles past them, only contemplating her own short future. Already, she wondered how she’d be processed. Would it be swift and relatively painless like the beheadings she’d seen the last time she was there, or would it drag on painfully like that cheerleader in the oven she’d eaten?

The girl ahead of her, a slutty waif with bubblegum pink hair, and a matching frilly tank top and skirt slid her clothes over her shoulders and hips, and deposited them in the waiting box full of girl’s clothes.

“Shit, I liked that top too.” Francine heard her whinge like a spoiled teenager.

Now, fully naked, she hopped up into the back of the truck tray, where her arms were secured tightly by manacles and chains like some kind of prisoner.
“Hey, that hurts.” The bubblegum haired girl complained from within the vehicle.

Francine felt a strong depression make her arms and legs act like lead. She could barely move. She had to force herself to shuffle forwards in the line and unbutton her navy blue blazer. She slipped off her cap and skirt too, dropping them in the container like a good girl. Her hands worked off her high heels, and unfurled the stockings from her legs. The chilly night air bit at her, giving her goosebumps, and making her nipples hard underneath her brazier.

Her fingers fumbled at the clasp on her bra. When she finally managed to undo it, her ample Milf titties sprung sideways, bouncing alluringly as they were freed. She resisted the urge to cover them with her free hand. She knew that there was no point. Modesty wasn’t really something that meatgirls were afforded. Her thumbs hooked into the elastic of her panties sliding them down her round buttocks and thighs. Then she was naked like all the other meatgirls getting hauled into the back of the truck.

A nearby policeman helped her up the entry of the truck, and affixed her wrists into a pair of wall mounted manacles. The position was uncomfortable, with her hands high above her head, and her butt pressed against cold stainless steel, but she knew the trip would be short…she knew they were only around the corner from the abattoir.

She stared down from the box truck maudlin, as Sigrun yanked her blazer over her head, and freed her puppies from her undergarments. Her friend had kept her body in good shape too, particularly for a woman who’d given birth three times. Sigrun’s breasts were a little bit saggy now, but still pleasant to look at.

They sat her nordic friend down next to her on the little stainless steel bench that Francine was already on. Sigrun winced a little as the cuffs went on a bit too tight for her comfort.
“Why did I let you talk me into a night out in Dolcett?” Sigrun sighed miserably, blaming her friend for her predicament. Francine couldn’t fault her. She felt guilty.

Dani was next in line. She looked absolutely mortified at the idea of undressing in public. She hesitated just long enough to draw the glare of a nearby swat officer. He slapped her hard on her ass
“Quit being a prissy bitch and get those clothes off. You’re a pig now, not a woman. Livestock don’t need clothes.” He chastised her.
Fearfully, she disrobed. Her small pert breasts hardly showed signs of her being a mother of one already. She could pass easily for a college co-ed.

The blonde girl tried to hide her shame with her hands as she was bundled into the truck, but eventually, her hands were pulled up into manacles, and her petite pussy was revealed, surrounded by a bush of pale blond pubic hair. Dani was hyperventilating.
“Fuck.. they’re gonna eat me… this can’t be happening to me. It’s not fair.” She cried as she and the last of the meatgirls were loaded into the truck, and the rear roller door slid down and was locked.

The trio of nude Milf’s was jostled gently as the meat truck started up and bounced along the road to their doom. Each of them silently regretting the decisions that led them to this point. The darkness in the container was punctuated by a gap in the door that let in a sliver of light from outside, that lit the swell of their bouncing titties so they could barely be seen. The soft sound of dozens of unhappy cattle could barely be heard above the engine of the truck.

Francine was right, it didn’t take them long to arrive at their destination. The door opened back up, and the meatgirls were unloaded by the plant staff. They didn’t need to guide the girls much, the layout of the loading bay was designed so that it was obvious where they were i tended to go. Francine found the lack of fencing or barriers strange. It was like they weren’t expecting anyone to run away. Of course she’d read what they did to runaways and their families, so she guessed that it was a rare occurrence that a meatgirl attempted to escape her fate. Dani looked back at the open ground behind the truck, as if she was thinking of fleeing, but when she saw the meatpacking workers waiting there, she thought better of it and meekly filed i to the building with the other meatgirls.

The loading bay door lead right out onto the kill floor. Small corrals, barely hip height, guided the Milfs and their drinking brethren to where they were supposed to be. Busy meat workers were busy everywhere, dealing with the gruesome work of processing women into meat. They passed a group of cute teenagers getting their heads lopped off with an axe. Francine vomited in her mouth a little when the head of one that looked a little like her eldest daughter Tegan, bounced into the waiting basket.

The girl’s flat titted headless body was hoisted up to hang with a half dozen others. She looked young, Was she even out of highschool yet? She wondered how she’d react if it had actually been one of her own daughters. The thought of it turned her stomach.

Another nearby station had workers slicing apart living girls and quartering them into saleable chunks. Sigrun bit her lip as they passed that one, and Dani squeezed her eyes shut, not even daring to look at the blood.

A row of dead corpses hung on the rear wall. Francine couldn’t even tell how they’d been snuffed, there wasn’t a mark on their bodies. They looked kind of peaceful… francine hoped that was how she was going to go out, probably painlessly, and leaving behind a decent looking corpse.

Sigrun looked down at a nearby spitroasting body that was nearly down browning to a crispy golden perfection.
“Do you think she was alive when they impaled and roasted her?” She wondered , in a tone of voice that Francine couldn’t distinguish whether she was fearful, or horny.

“Yeah, I watched some of the impalements last time I visited… most of the girls were still twitching when they went over the fire.” Francine felt the saliva inside her mouth go dry just saying it. She’d gone numb. It felt like she was in someone else’s body.

Sigrun looked like she accepted Francine’s answer. Dani on the other hand rejected everything about it.
“That’s so fucked up. How can they treat us like this?”

Francine knew why, but she didn’t feel she had the heart to answer. It’s because, to everyone who lived and worked in Dolcett county, they were no longer girls… They were just cattle now.

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