When the truck finally arrived, the girls were tired and hungry. They felt the truck maneuver back and forth and then unloading started. The farmer and his helpers treated them like any other pigs. Just when Cady wanted to make a remark of that to Stacy, she herself felt the zip of an electric prod on her back and jumped forward only to find herself and Stacy herded into a pen with a good dozen other pigs. The unloading went on as also the upper decks had to be cleared and Dacy and her barn mates introduced themselves. As it turned out they were ten girls and six boys although the boys were rather silent, still feeling the loss of their manhood.
Once the truck was empty and everybody in his barns, the farmer raised his voice: "I know you're a mighty clever bunch of pigs. Possibly thought to be better than a stinky farmer until a few days ago. Well now I wanna say who is stinky here, haha.", he said, applauded by his aids. "I'll tell you the rules: Behave well and you're gonna pass some nice months here before the unfortunate day comes when you fulfil your fate. I promise you'll have nothing to worry about here and your slaughter will be as humane as possible. But misbehave and you'll right away experience a very traditional, slow and painful slaughter. A good pig does not try to escape from its sty - which is no use attempting anyway, as there are padlocks on the outer doors and there are more gates outside this sty. It does not anny the farmer and its fellow pigs. And, most importantly, it eats well and looks forward to becoming some delicious food. That being sad, you're troughs are gonna fill now and they shall never be empty. I'll not be around much as I have a lot of pigs to take care of, but I'll be back in eight months to bid you farewell when it goes off to the bacon factory."
After he had left, the pigs started eating the swill which constantly streamed into their troughs and which admittedly tasted a lot better then Cady had expected. When a hour later the lights went off, Cady noticed that the sty had no windows a all. Through the ventilation that fought hard against the increasing smell of shit, Cady could hear many of the pigs sob and squeal and she herself could hardly find sleep.