She dropped her favourite jacket and shirt into the waiting incinerator bin, and tried, and failed to remove her jeans as sexily as she could for her butcher.

He barely even noted her attention seeking motions. She supposed that he saw naked bodies every single day of his job. She realised that he must surely be desensitised to it all by now. What he sought from her must’ve been deeper than just her looks.

She looked up at him desperately, as Melody pulled her bra off and peeled her soaked panties. The distinct aroma of horny pussy filled the air. She presented her nude body for his approval. He looked at her like a dog looks at a steak, hungrily.

She knew it was because her boobs weren’t the biggest, her face was ugly, and her pussy looked funny. Still, it was a possessive look that made sure she knew that regardless of how she saw heraelf, he’d still be fucking her brains out in front of all the other meatgirls in a few minutes..

He reached down and placed a finger against Melody’s hairy pubic mound, bringing the wet digit back to his lips for a taste.

“Your fillet tastes pretty good sow. I reckon it’ll feel just as good when it’s wrapped tightly around my cock.” He teased her, bathing in her highly visible embarrassment.

“OK Pigs, time to get a move on. You’re all special orders, so meatgrading is just a formality today. Nobody cares how much effort you spent getting your bodies into shape, you’re all getting flat B grades today, no matter the quality of your meat.”

“B grade?” the blonde teenager, Candace sputtered “But… that’s unfair! I spent all that time in extra curricular exercise classes to keep up an A- body. I heard they mutilate the B grades!”

“I thought ve vere supposed to be oven roasters today? But aren’t they all A grade meats? I know from my lessons at my exchange school that B grade is supposed to be for meat that’s cut into pieces.” The foreign student uttered, not quite understanding.

The Milf at the back, Patricia, corrected her. “We’re special orders honey, means we’re the best available meat to fit a custom order. We automatically get upgraded or downgraded to whatever grade the order needs to get filled.”

The redhead, Hannah, joined in. “They change the rules as they like. You think there are actually real checklists for our bodies?… The doctors just make up the grade based on how they personally think you look. This entire system is fucked like that! None of it makes any real sense!”

Melody was sure that outburst was entirely untrue. The reason for the discrepancy and their arbitrarily lower meatgrades was solely because of her volunteer choices.

When they were fully naked, the butcher opened the rope gate and ushered them all through. The line of meatgirls entered the Meatgrading rooms single file. One of the attending doctors looked up.

“These the special order sows?” he asked in a bored tone.

“Yeah. you can go through the motions and feel 'em up like usual, but they’re all getting a B grade regardless of their quality” Melody’s butcher muttered. “I’m on break - so I’m gonna have some fun taking care of tenderising this sow personally.Truss em up for branding, and we’ll do it on the dias so she can see em being marked as I fuck her silly.

Melody shrieked shortly as he unexpectedly bent her over one of the branding horses doggy style, pulled her legs apart, peeled her labia open and slid his erect member into her already wet virgin pussy.

He did it so smoothly, probably because he’d done something like this every day he’d worked here. Melody wondered how many other girls he’d raped exactly like this… it was probably a lot, she guessed.

There was no love or tenderness in the way he raped her. She was simply a tool for him to blow off some steam by getting his rocks off. She moaned like a whore, it was exactly how she wanted to be used.

Every time one of her fellow meat girls squealed as she was branded, he seemed to get harder. He was far too big for her. Every greedy thrust hurt, but also edged her closer to cumming. She was so wet that he was just hammering her without any resistance.

Every time another sow got branded she felt her need for release grow.

“I’M CLOSE! BUTCHER!,You’re gonna make me cum on your cock.” She shrilled in a breathless voice.

Another hot B was burned into an upset meatgirl’s rump, and Melody felt the ryhthmic spasm of her vaginal muscles building up to her climax, her virgin body FINALLY doing what it was born to do, milk the semen from a man’s dick. He shot his load directly into her orgasming pussy


She relaxed in exhaustion as he continued to spurt thick wads of sperm into her twitching womanhood. He raised a red hot poker from a nearby pot of heated coals, and stamped it down on her left buttock. The pain was like white hot lightning. Melody saw stars. She felt her nipples go rock hard, and she shivered in pain and delight. He’d marked her as his. She’d known it since she signed her life over, but now she felt it truly. She was property.

He reached down and rewarded her for her sexual performance with a metal neck collar that chained her to the four other girls who’d been behind her in line.

“Ok, piggies, fun’s over” her butcher stated, as if any of the other girls had even remotely enjoyed the experience of being roughly felt up and branded.
“Time for you livestock to shower, shit, and herd you out onto the killfloor.” He prompted them all to start moving by yanking on the chain that led them. The girls started to gingerly limp to the next room on their final journey.

They all used the lavatories as instructed. Melody squatted over the ground level ceramic bowl and did her business as she’d been ordered to. She knew that there were secret cameras everywhere in the facility livestreaming and recording her entire snuffing process. It wasn’t exactly a well kept secret, but Melody still couldn’t spot the camera she knew very well to be pointing upwards at her crotch.

Cum was still dribbling from her pussy into the bowl. She was trying to keep it in her belly for as long as possible, but it wasn’t possible to not squirt some out as she started pissing into the squat toilet.

She heard a shuffling noise directly behind her. It was her butcher looking over her shoulder again, offering her none of even the pseudo-privacy her Meatgirl fellows were being afforded.
“Sow, look at the mess you made, you forgot to clean me off after I finished using you.” He motioned to his cock, which was still slick with spots of semen and vaginal mucus.
Melody felt awkward.
“I’m about to do a poo… are you sure you don’t want to wait till I’m finished?” She asked, knowing full well that he would still want to do it right there in the stall.

“The oven will almost be preheated now, so we’ll need to finish up here quickly. Use your mouth to clean this mess off my cock, while you take your final shit.”

Melody realised that she was probably going to top the livestream numbers for the week with her snuff video. Hundreds, if not thousands of men and boys (and some lucky girls) were going to be stoking themselves to the video of her giving a blowjob while taking a crap. Those few moments of her life would probably live on in the internet far longer than Melody’s remaining lifespan. By the time most of them jizzed, she’d be a corpse on a rack somewhere.

The snuffslut wrapped her lips around the smegma covered cock and started licking and sucking noisily over his shaft. At the same time she squeezed out a little turd into the concave bowl below with a tight little fart. She’d never done anything like this before. It was like something out of one of her Dolcett Harlequin romance paperbacks, where the heroine gets humiliated and swept off her feet by some dashing young human butcher, before inevitably getting her head swept off her body.

Melody forced herself to inhale his cock all the way till her bottom lip touched his balls, choking on his member to do so. Then she stretched out her tongue as she gagged, and wrapped it around his balls, taking in their salty taste. She didn’t really like the flavour much, but she did as she was told. Involuntary tears ran down her cheeks as she burned for air.

Her executioner groaned his pleasure as she made him cum for a second time. Baby batter squirted down the back of her throat and then onto her face as he withdrew from her mouth. The tip of Melody’s tongue mopped up the remaining strands from the head of his penis.

“Now, this is a toilet. Hold still while I use you to drain the snake” he said as he aimed his cock at the top of her hair and started to pee on her.

He’s using me as a toilet, yes, YES! Melody thought obscenely as the urine drenched her hair, ran down her face and dripped onto her boobs.
“Good Sow” He complimented her. She felt happy at his praise.

“That was a great blowjob and piss, but don’t look so pleased with yourself. By this time tomorrow, I’ll have forgotten all about you as I get another one from another equally worthless pig.” His absolute disregard of her as a person made her happy.

A water jet from the toilet cleaned her asshole out. The group of five girls ahead of her in line was ushered out on the killfloor to make room for Melody and her group of snuffees to shower. He chained her to the floor.

“I’ll return the favour and clean you up now” he said, grabbing a scrubber, and lathering soap over her glistening wet naked body. He was rough and thorough, scrubbing and massaging till Melody was devoid of blemishes and urine he shampooed her hair thoroughly, rubbing his fingers deep into her scalp till

The other girls were all looking at her enviously. They probably wanted that kind of attention themselves, but they were all lottery winners, none of them had volunteered, so they were denied such perks.

Clean at last, the showers turned off automatically, and there was nothing left but to be guided out to the machine that would end her life.

Melody was in front of her line, as they were led to the binding table. Her butcher patted the stainless steel tabletop expectantly, motioning for her to get up on it. When she obliged, swinging her legs up and placing her butt on the freezing steel, he started to truss her body tightly with manacles. Already Melody could hear energetic screaming from up ahead as the group of five mature ladies in the lead entered the oven.

It was a unique old model oven from the early, more experimental days of the Dolcett revolution. It was a ‘U’ shaped display model, designed to give incoming meatgirls a full view of their ultimate fate.

It was the kind of thing you might see in a smaller, more boutique butchery. It must have been a relic from the early days of Riraito’s fine meats, when it had been a smaller operation.

Melody could see the heat waves emanating from the superheated air at the entrance to the interior of the oven. “

“She’s a beauty isn’t she?. We only really kick her on when we have a lot of blue roasts to make. She crisps the skin and fat perfectly, while leaving the insides rare.” he said proudly.

“ You’re in for a real treat sow. It’s perfectly calibrated to deliver the most painful and long lasting cooking process for its meat. The heating elements closest to the entrance are cooler than the ones at the exit. So it’ll take about an hour of dancing at low heat before it finishes you with a quick reverse sear on the way out, by blasting you with superheated air that will caramelize your skin and fat.”

Melody squirmed happily at the description. She loved every aspect of it.

“And at the end, we'll cut off your ugly face and drop it into a blender. It's what a worthless sow like you deserves isn’t it?”

Melody found that her cunt was already slick again. It was exactly how she wanted her life to end.

Once he’d finished binding Melody, he did the same with Gertrude, Cassandra, Hanna and Patricia, one at a time in order. When he was done with the prep work, he set off the carousel, and the metal carriage lifted her, and all the other girls off the table, upside down and tightly bound.

As her line of meatgirls approached the oven, it gave the perky brunette a good view of the exit. The twitching browned body of the girl who’d been identified as Fiona Nichols slid out of the scorching heat and back out into the open air.

The spasming meatgirl was still somehow just clinging to life despite her clearly fatal third degree burns. It was obvious that she wouldn’t last long no matter what happened now.

The carousel device lowered her steaming meat body down towards a clear plastic tube filled with waiting razor blades.

A mechanical buzzsaw arced into her neck and swiftly severed it from her body. The short haired college student’s head dropped into the plastic bucket. It survived for a moment before the weight of it triggered the automatic on switch.

The blender whirred into life, chewing up her skull from the bottom of the container. Spinning blades shattered bone and pulped brains until all that remained was a red pin