Sonia pressed sharp hooks into Gloria’s wrists until they passed through to the other side, the bones of her wrist held the hooks in place, and allowed the schoolgirl to be suspended by ropes over the girlmeat grinder. Gloria stopped blaming Retta for events, and started to plead with the butcher girl.
“Please… I’ll do anything you want…money, favors… sex? i’ll blow you… I can eat you out. anything, just not the grinder… I’ve got an A Meatgrade… It’s a waste to grind me up like a C grade sow right?”
Sonia stopped for a minute to think through the logic of that, then shook her head.
“Sorry, the rules are clear.. you’re going into the grinder sow, and filling up your mother’s belly. Your older sister lashed out, so now you all pay the price for her insolence, no matter your meatgrade.”
She reached out, and yanked Gloria’s pussy tag off, tearing through her labia. Gloria screamed in pain. Sonia wandered over and patted Retta's mother on the head.
“You should have taught your daughter better obedience, Wendy.”
Retta’s mother sniffled.
“It’s all my fault… I deserve this for being an awful mother. I should have taught her properly… but she never listened to me.”

“Well, you’re paying the price now pig” responded Sonia as she pressed the button to lower Gloria into the grinder. The girl screamed as it bit into her feet. The sharp rotating spikes pulled her into the machine slowly, shredding her into scraps of meat. The screaming increased in intensity as her hips were pulled in and crushed by the giant rollers, but she was just choking and gurgling after her perfect round tits disappeared into the hungry metal machine. Her skull cracked, and an eyeball popped out as her head was finally crushed in silence.

The machine puttered and squirted out her sloppy minced remains,
piping them directly into Wendy's open asshole. The mature woman’s belly distended as if she were pregnant, as her daughter’s mashed meat filled her insided.
“Uuuuughh” she groaned. By the time it was finished, Gloria had been post aborted back into her momma’s belly.
Wendy was a bloated pregnant looking mess, unable to speak because her filled intestines and stomach were squeezing the air from her lungs. She just gasped and groaned uselessly. Retta closed her eyes and cried big fat tears… she didn’t want to have to look anymore.