The Milfs were ushered into the meatgradimg rooms to receive their final meat grades. Francine was poked and prodded by doctors in plasticky blood resistant meatpacking garbs. They assessed her fat to meat ratios, and weighed her. She squealed a little as they tested her boobs for firmness, and used their fingers to assess the quality of her pussy.

They were professional and courteous, but blunt and forceful in their probing. It was as if guidelines for treating the meat with respect had been drawn up once upon a time, but the doctors had been doing the same routine day in and day out for so long that getting the job done had started to take precedence over the feelings of the meatgirls. Francine understood why… it wasn’t as if the meatgirls were going to complain about their treatment to upper management was it?

Nearby, Sigrun, having already been tested for her meatgrade, was having the information directly applied to her body. She had her head and arms locked into stocks, and her ass pointed up into the air like a whore getting it doggystyle.
The worker who had positioned her so, walked back to a brazier full of burning coals and removed a long handled, hot tipped stick of metal from within it.

“What the fuck are you doing with that?” Sigrun cursed as he lined it up with her ass cheek and quickly pressed the scalding hot metal to her skin. The nordic beauty squealed like an actual pig as she was branded with her meatgrade of B-

Francine couldn’t quite make it out from where she was getting locked into her own stockade, but she could swear Sigrun had a perverse grin on her face as she huffed and puffed in the aftermath of the intense pain.

Dani screamed blue murder as she too was branded a B for her final meatgrade.
“Fuck that hurt, you cunts” she blasted them with tears welling in her eyes.

Francine gritted her teeth as her own smoking, red hot brand approached. She saw that the glowing orange metal was fashioned into the shape of a B+ before it was seared into her behind and excruciating pain lanced its way up to her brain.. it was like fireworks had been set off behind her eyes. She couldn’t even tell which way was up anymore. A noise like a wounded animal erupted from her mouth, but she didn’t even recognise the voice as her own.

Dazed, she was removed from the stockades with her friends. They were each given a small tablet of laxatives to swallow. Sigrum and Dani both obeyed without a fuss… fingers pulled open Francine’s gums, and pried open her teeth, placing a pill in the center of her tongue.

Francine found she couldn’t control her own body for such a simple action. Her staff member had to cup his hands around her mouth, and stroked her neck to stimulate peristalsis and make her swallow against her will.

She finally gulped and the nasty drug entered her system.