Jack had to get back to work but gave a quick look behind him, enjoying the sight of a young teen straining against the thick straps that bound her to an automatic spit. She desperately humped the first few inches of the thick spit that penetrated her tender pussy. She had been stripped of all clothing besides a blind fold and a gag through which soft, erotic moans could be heard.
 
 
  Walking over to the trash can behind the line of spits, he threw away what little clothing the girl had arrived with. A short school skirt with Seton Academy’s emblem and leashed collar were chucked into the bin without a thought, but Jack paused looking at her ear tag. She had been obedient and excited even when he had led her to the spit, #5370N0801 had been a good girl. He decided to pocket 801’s tag, a little memento for himself.
 
 
The delivery from Seton Academy included seven girls, although only six had actually been ordered by tonight’s client. The Academy didn’t even have record that a 7th girl was loaded into their delivery truck, so they called it a “simple” mistake on their end and declared that the extra girl was no longer their issue. Meaning that the guys on product intake had to sort out all of the girls, check their meat grades, finish preparing them for the chefs and decide what to do with the last one.
 
 
There was only one guy on product intake today, Jack.
 
 
Playing with 801 had been fun, but distracting. Jack quickly reread the order he was preparing. “Let's see here… three spit roasters and three for the oven, of which 2 were to be drained beforehand and the last left to soak in marinade.” He mumbled to himself, a sudden muffled moan told him that 801 had probably heard the fates of her school mates.
 
 
He decided to check the rest of the girls tags all at once instead of deciding how to prepare each girl individually. One by one he pulled on each of the girls' ears to get a better look at the tag each had on their left ear. He was only looking for their meat grade for now but the QR code on the tags would be useful later.
 
 
“Ok so your an A grade, makes sense, you look like an athlete.”
 
 
“Then we have a B grade, probably didnt move around enough.”
 
 
“And next, another B grade, I'm surprised, your figure’s good even if you're short.”
 
  “I figured you for an A grade, hell you look like a pink haired idol.”
 
 
  “Another A, huh? Generous of Seton to send so many A grades.”
 
 
  “And you are OOF!”
 
  When he grabbed the last girl’s ear, Jack had been distracted by her unique black and white striped hair. Had he been paying more attention he would have noticed how twitchy she was. He started paying a lot more attention when he felt her leg collide with his side.
 
 
 It had been an awkward kick, standing against a wall next to several other bound girls meant that the kick wasn’t strong enough to actually do any lasting harm, but a kick is a kick and Jack wasn’t ready for it. He winced at the sudden shock, clutching his side and crouching down to regain his breath.
 
 
  As the pain subsided, rage flared in its place. Jack was angry, angry at the stupid livestock animal that just kicked him, angry at his coworkers that had all called out sick today and angry at himself for allowing the girl to land the kick. Unfortunately for the girl, only one of those things was standing helplessly before him.
 
 
  With a quick action the offending leg had been grabbed by the ankle and brought up to Jack’s waist, leaving the girl unbalanced and hopping on one foot to stay up. Her full breasts bouncing enticingly.
 
 
 The leash that bound the offender to the rest of the girls was detached and she was led, still hopping, a few feet away from the cowering group. Unbeknownst to the terrified girl, above her hung hooks that had held countless livestock in their final moments. Still gagged and blindfolded, she could only squeal in panic, unable to see that her tormenter had grabbed a thick belt off of a wall.
 
 
  Without warning Jack kicked the unstable girl’s free leg out from under her.
 
 
  She fell hard. Her hands were still bound so she could do nothing but land on her side with a loud thud that filled the room, electing muffled screams of terror from the remaining girls and at least one moan of pleasure.
 
 
  With a practiced movement, Jack grabbed the girl’s free leg and wrapped the belt around her ankles, locking them together. Twisting her legs forced the dazed girl onto her belly, followed by Jack’s knee being planted roughly into her lower back to pin her down.
 
 
 Reaching down to examine her tag, it was clear that she was another A grade meat girl.
 
 
  “You stupid mule, you're a damn A grade if you hadn't tried to lash out at me I might have let you ride the spit for a few hours, get off a few times before entertaining the client. Now you have volunteered to be bled out, your body separated into nondescript chunks of meat used to decorate the other girls.”
 
 
 “Also, since you will not be seen in one piece by anyone important, I don't have to play nice with you.” While the little rant had felt good, Jack still felt like he had to check the girl’s qr code.
 
 
Meat girl #5370N0859, registered under the Seton Academy, Status: Sold, Meat grade:A
Bio: Formerly named Chroe. TCG player. Fetish: dominance. Sexual status: Used.
 
 
  Great, proper status and nothing in her bio that made him think she would be a useful toy to keep. Without letting up on her back, Jack grabbed her leash and pulled.
 
 
  895 managed to raise her shoulders almost a foot off the ground while trying to prevent the collar around her neck from cutting off the flow of air to her lungs. Her legs thrashed about unsuccessfully attempting to dislodge the large man from her back. Short, panicked gasps were the only thing that escaped her gagged lips.
 
 
  Only when 895’s face had grown an unhealthy color and her attempts to breath came less often did Jack let go of the leash and stand up. The girl on the ground below him began shaking uncontrollably as her body attempted to recirculate oxygen. Curling her body into a ball was all she could do while softly sobbing into her knees.
 
 
  Jack walked over to a nearby wall that had lines of chains running up it. Each chain could lower one of the hooks that hung threateningly above the girl. He lowered one of the hooks until it almost touched the floor. 895 heard the clanking of the chain lowering towards her and began to inch her way away from the sound.
 
 
  “Nice try 895, but where are you crawling away to.” Jack said as he returned to looming above the terrified girl, “You've got nowhere to go, if you keep going that way you're just going to knock over one of your school friends. All you're doing is giving me a good show, shaking your succulent ass at me.”
 
 
  Both hands firmly grasped the thin girl’s bound ankles and dragged the slowly “escaping” girl back to the waiting hook. The belt around her ankles was designed to easily connect to any of the hooks above, preventing unaided escape once connected. With the hook firmly in place, Jack walked back over to the wall of chains and began to hoist the girl up.
 
 
  When the girl’s head was hovering just an inch above the ground, Jack locked the chain in place. On the floor by his feet was a bucket, which he collected while making sure that the contents were correct. Within lay the last few tools that he would need to finish processing 895.
 
 
Turning around, he spent a moment admiring the dangling young woman before him. Her legs were long and rather well toned. She had a thin waist and her hips had a pleasant thickness that added to her appeal. Her breasts dangled high on her chest, swaying erotically with her desperate struggle. Even upside down her figure was breathtaking.
 
 
  He pushed the meatgirl so that she swiveled around until he could see her plump ass. Reaching into the metal bucket, a vaguely “S'' shaped piece of metal was extracted. One end of the “S” was designed to hook around anything that bound the livestock’s wrist and the other ended in a round, smooth ball.
 
  With an easy motion, the metal tool was hooked to the 895’s bound wrists. Pulling hard on her arms, Jack led the ball end of the tool towards her asshole. Normally Jack would try to loosen the cattle’s tight hole or lubricate the ball before he inserted it into its victim but he didn’t like this one. Instead the girl got to scream behind her gag as her arms were wrenched painfully above her and a dry metal ball was lodged into her too tight anus.
 
 
  On a whim, Jack glanced over at the girl he left strapped to one of the spits. She was also screaming into her gag, but unlike her upside down livestock sister, she was having a rather violent orgasm. Jack was starting to think that he should have left her unbound to help him with the other girls. She certainly seemed to be getting off on all of this.
 
 
  He thought about toying with 895 a bit longer; remove her gag for a few moments, let all the girls hear her beg for mercy, before trying to see how far he could shove his cock down her throat. Using her soft, pale stomach as a punching bag until it was covered in dark bruises was also an option. If he had another hour, he might have indulged in his darker urges, but there wasn’t enough time.
 
 
 Getting down on one knee, he drew the last tool from the bucket, a knife that had been sharpened to a razor's edge. As he was reaching out to find the artery in her vulnerable neck, he had a wicked thought. It would be a lie, but she didn’t need to know.
 
 
“Let me tell you one last thing,” he was whispering into her ear while his fingers searched for her pulse.
 
 
“I get to let one of you girls live. Your striped hair was fascinating to me,” he had found her pulse, as he spoke her heart rate was rising.
 
 
“and I was planning to free you. But you kick like a donkey so I think I'll free the pink haired one and just finish preparing you now.” Her heart was beating incredibly fast as he sliced open the girl’s artery.
 
 
  Her heart did most of the work of actually draining the girl, that and gravity. At first, her heart worked harder to get blood to her brain but with each beat more blood was lost to the floor. Her body began to grow pale as more and more blood began its journey out of her body and into the drain in the floor.
 
 
Jack however, had already moved on from the slab of meat that hung behind him. He had five more girls to process. He decided that his next task was to determine which of the two B grade meat girls he should start marinating and which one would hang besides 895.