Their assessment over, they were bound in heavy metal chains and marched into the facility. When the doors opened, the girls were greeted with a sight that looked more like an industrial kitchen, than a prison. Rows of hot glowing ovens, and rail mounted conveyors carrying hot juicy meat greeted them. Charlotte gaped horrified at what she saw. Every oven held a screaming woman, cooking alive.

This was so much worse than her gravest nightmare… this wasn’t a prison, this was a state sponsored gynophagic snuff warehouse. She froze on the spot, unable to take another step forward. Between her legs, she could feel the warm trickle of her own urine drenching her furred pussy, and running down her legs. “Ew” exclaimed Katie, the youngest in class. Her friend Megan just giggled.

Charlotte was so mortified, she didn’t even feel embarrassed that she’d just pissed herself in front of the girl she liked… not that it mattered anyway… Roslyn wasn’t even looking in her direction. Her eyes were planted on the rack of golden brown meat that was slowly trundling past them. The corpses of twelve girls impaled from ass to mouth, and smelling of rich roasted pork glided by Charlotte’ dumb looking, open mouthed face. Finally the lightbulb in her head lit up as she finally got the judge’s euphemism..
“Oh, repurposed… we’re meat?”