Dani went sullen and silent as the Milf’s were positioned into the showers. They were chained by their feet, leaving their hands free to soap themselves. Francine wondered if it was finally dawning on her coworker that they were actually about to be snuffed for real.

Frankcine’s mind wandered back to the upcoming execution. She wondered how they were going to do it. None of them had gotten an A meatgrade. So they wouldn’t be getting spitroasted, or live oven roasted. Francine had to thank her lucky stars for that. She really didn’t want to die by being burned alive like that. But still, there were a number of snuff methods that could possibly be employed on B grade meatgirls. And most of them were equally unpleasant.

She soaped her breasts absentmindedly as she pondered the options. Perhaps they’d garrotte her… that seemed like a good way to go… or maybe just cut her head off… that seemed fast… if a bit painful.

She guessed it wouldn’t be gutting… there’d be no reason to give them The laxatives if their intestines would just get cut out of them.

Sigrun seemed to be thinking the same thoughts as Francine… but to a different tune. Her fingers were slipping between her pussy lips as she masterbated herself one last time in the shower.

If Dani was thinking about her fate, however, all that showed of it, was her resentful, lowered head. She looked almost angry, but for the tears welling in her eyes.

The showers ceased operation automatically, leaving the girls shivering in the cool open air of the bathroom.

Cleaned and shiny with slick water, the trio of blondes was ushered out into a line of meatgirls, chained together and marched out the bathroom and to a part of the facility that the sign indicated as the smokehouse.

“Right this way sluts… time to get you all snuffed.” The staff member happily announced as they arrived at their destination.

Francine looked into the open room and saw rows of smoked girlmeat hams, waiting for removal.

Fuck… she’d always wondered how they made girlmeat bacon… now, she was getting the firsthand experience.

She saw a tank filled with smoke and slumped red rendered corpses as they rounded the door. Each woman was dead in some kind of unusual metal bondage device. Every girl in the line gasped as they finally understood what their fate was to be,

It was like looking at their future through a time machine. In a matter of hours, Francine, Sigrun and Dani would look just the same.

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