Message-ID: <14674eli$9808222300@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: eurytion@tripod.net Subject: ASSC C4H Chapter 14 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6rmjp5$goj$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! IF YOU ARE A MINOR DO NOT PROCEED! IF DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTS OFFEND YOU DO NOT PROCEED! IF VIOLENCE AND DEATH OFFEND YOU DO NOT PROCEED! IF CANNIBALISM OFFENDS YOU DO NOT PROCEED! IF YOU ARE A PARENT AND YOU FIND YOUR CHILD HAS DOWNLOADED THIS OR OTHER MATERIAL INAPPROPRIATE TO YOUR CHILD’S AGE GROUP, DO A BETTER JOB OF MONITORING YOUR CHILD’S ACTIVITIES ON LINE! Cannibal 4H chronicles the saga of two young people, Joey Geryon and his girlfriend Linda Sue and their adventures in raising human cattle. It contains violence, death, family tragedy, sex of all shades and stripes and people eating people. This story is posted in instalments, generally, but not always, one instalment every Friday. This is Chapter 15. Previous chapter may be found in the Deja News ASSC archives. Again, my thanks to Neuralmancer for allowing me to be a sharecropper on his farm. Eurytion Our story so far: In Chapter One: A New Project by Neuralmancer --- we meet Joey who lives on a human cattle ranch owned by his father. His girlfriend, Linda Sue, uses her feminine charm to convince Joey's dad to allow Joey to raise and enter a human cattle in the upcoming judging at the Cannibal 4H fair. In Chapter Two: The Fair by Neuralmancer --- Joey and Linda Sue take their human cow to the fair. Watching the activities in the butchering tent leads them to an afternoon of carnal delight, followed by a repast of medium done portions of human cattle thigh and rump well covered with barbecue sauce, onions and mushrooms. Joey envisions Linda Sue rotating about a cooking flame. In Chapter Three: The Slaughtering by Eurytion --- we find Joey and Linda Sue on their way to Japan, reminiscing about their first Cannibal 4H fair. We meet Al Crenshaw, owner of Crenshaw Superior Meats who has bought Joey's blue ribbon- winning cow. Joey and Linda Sue lend a hand in the slaughtering. In Chapter Four: A Maverick's Conversion by Eurytion --- Linda Sue catches Valerie, Joey's 13 year old neighbour who has a huge crush on Joey without her identification badge. Under the fair's rules, that makes her a maverick to be claimed by the first person who finds her. Linda Sue relinquishes her claim to Joey who reluctantly decides to have the youngster converted by McCains into livestock for his new human veal venture. In Chapter Five: A Brother's Visit by Eurytion --- Cow 701's former brother Billy and Joey patch up a friendship strained by Valerie's conversion. Billy, acting on the advice of his grief counsellor, participates in the feeding of 701 and enjoys his former sister's oral ministrations. We learn that, to achieve "closure" his entire family has "to be there when they butcher her and then we have to help eat her." In Chapter Six: Evaluations and Judgments by Eurytion --- Linda Sue is sized up by a professional and given a passing grade. Cow 701 passes a father’s muster as does her owner. And we learn of Joey’s final promise to Valerie. In Chapter Seven: At the Fair by Eurytion --- Cow 701 arrives at the fair. Linda Sue models spits for a special barbecue. And Joey tips his hand. In Chapter Eight: A Fijian Feast by Eurytion --- Cow 701 pleases the judges while Linda Sue pleasures the cook. Billy learns the true meaning of finger licking good and a trip to the South Seas is contemplated. In Chapter Nine: Patty’s Lesson by Eurytion --- Another young girl learns a valuable lesson and Joey is given an idea for a new branch of the business In Chapter Ten: Reaching Closure by Eurytion --- Although it’s hard, Joey keeps his promise to Valerie. Linda Sue dispatches one adversary only to meet a more formidable foe. Despite the recovery of a missing item, Valerie loses her head. Taking a cue from the rest of the family, Billy advances relations with his cousin Terri. In Chapter Eleven: The Sunday Dinner by Eurytion --- The Hewitts say goodbye to Valerie while Linda Sue suggests a family replacement. In Chapter Twelve: The Plot Advances by Eurytion --- Joey suggests Terri and Linda Sue engage in a game of horse. A sparkling new friendship is formed while an almost cow plots revenge. In Chapter Thirteen: The War Begins By Eurytion --- Anneliese strikes her first blow against human cattle ranching while an old friend of her aunt’s frets about the future. In Chapter 14: The Eyes Have It by Eurytion --- A brush with incontinence leads Anneliese to stumble upon her inamorata. And now Chapter 15: The Pinto Project by Eurytion: BY THE TIME HE ENTERED the breeding room, Hela and Luke had already immobilized the young cow. Although he could see from a distance that her skin was peppered with coin-shaped fawn blotches the size of small strawberries, Joey walked over to check the human heifer’s ear tag against his list. Carelessness and complacency were the surest paths to catastrophe and Joey wanted everything this new project to go as smoothly as possible. All the records for this undertaking had to be precise and accurate. Every notation would be checked and double- checked. Like all young cattle ranchers, Joey had studied Mendel’s laws regarding sexual reproduction. Learning how to breed cattle to achieve desired characteristics was one of the first things outside of how to care for human cattle that an aspiring rancher learned. Ranches that wanted to do more than just raise and sell cattle turned to breeding. Creating a successful and accepted line of cattle was far more rewarding, both to the reputation and the bank book, than raising a line bred by someone else. Joey’s dad been the man who established the Coleman line of cattle that gave the Geryon Cattle Farms its stature, even though it had required converting his girl friend Marie Coleman to human cattle status. While Joey’s previous projects had been successful and added some additional lustre to the ranch’s prominence, they fell short of his dad’s achievement. That is until now. Human cattle had a number of uses besides food. Certain glands and organs were used to produce medicines. The offal and bones left after slaughtering made good fertilizer. But next to food, human cattle were most highly prized for their fine leathers. From white to yellow to red to black and all shades and permutations in between, high quality leather from human cattle was sometimes worth more than the finest meat. Although it would be a long-term procedure, Joey was turning his efforts toward breeding a new line of human cattle, one whose skin would be dotted with patches of different pigments, patches that would be almost totally contrasting and not just variations of the same colour. Joey called this new project “The Pinto Project,” after the horse of a number of different colours. The young cow who was being prepared for breeding was the starting point for Joey’s genetic manipulations. She had a condition known as “chloasma” where exposure to sunlight caused light brown spots to appear on the skin. These spots did not fade with time but remained permanent as an ink stain on rayon. Scientists had recently determined that the tendency to suffer from chloasma was hereditary and not disease-based as originally believed. Joey hoped to take advantage of this discovery. He had purchased the human bovine at a livestock auction in a neighbouring county. A small hard-scrabble farm had gone under and the few head of cattle it possessed had been seized for auction. Unlike most ranches which assigned numbers to their cows, this one had given them names. “Ruth” was the last, and least, of the herd to be offered for sale. She was descended from a line of cattle imported from Australia, a heritage that showed very clearly. In addition to the discolouration, her skin was nubby and marked by a number of scars both small and large, these having been brought about by almost constant exposure to the weather. Her owners had kept this cow in an outside pen for most of her life, the only shelter from the elements coming from a small lean-to where she fought for space with other members of her herd. Her mid-length brown hair swept straight back from her brow to play around her head in a Medusa’s tangle of frizzy kinks. Her face was rectangular with a broad, flat nose and a lower jaw that projected outward in a prognathous manner. Bushy eyebrows loomed over a pair of dark, deep-set eyes. Only sign of softness in her face was a set of bee stung lips. Joey was struck by the resemblance to a bison he had once seen. Overall, the human cattle’s body was muscular but unbalanced, as though she had been put together from a kit with only mismatched pieces. A s-curved neck attached her head to an upper torso which barely narrowed at the waist. Her breasts were hard and undersized when judged against her chest, their nipples more like pimples than anything else. The stomach was flat and ridged, the pockmark of her navel large enough to hold a small grape. Her pudendum, covered with a woolly patch of bristly hair its colour more nutmeg than that on her head, thrust forward like a game show attendant looking to be picked from the crowd. Her labia were thick and folded, the clitoris jutting out like a crooked piling at the end of a pier. Short bandy legs which ended in thick soled feet whose toes resembled peanuts in the shell completed the ensemble. Despite the best efforts of the auctioneer, who used every means at his disposal to wring a few more dollars out of the crowd, the cow had attracted little in the ways of bids. Ruth was what they called a “carcass cull,” meaning that what meat she had on her was too poor quality to use for other than stews or soup and even then a buyer would be lucky to turn a merger profit on his or her purchase. Most carcass culls at auction were sold either for use as pet food or for “pleasure,” a frowned upon but still permitted practice (particularly in the case of lawbreakers who had been involuntarily converted as part of their punishment) where the animal’s ultimate demise was a source of entertainment for their owner and invited spectators. These deaths were always slow and usually painful. Betting on how long an animal would last before expiring was common. It was the use of human livestock for these purposes that gave the cattle rights activists a veneer of legitimacy. Joey’s intervention saved Ruth from this fate. “Sold and for cheaper than you can hook her and hide her and get out the back way with her, provided you have any regard at all for the wear and tear of your conscience which your bid makes me doubt,” announced the disgruntled auctioneer to the crowd as he gave the young rancher the bill of sale. Hela stepped aside as Joey methodically checked Ruth’s ear tag against his record book. At 6'3" the blonde towered over the rest of the farm hands. Of unspecified Scandinavian background, she was all lines and angles, so thin as to be almost cadaverous. The best word to describe Hela was long; hair, legs, arms, even her fingers were long. Joey knew from personal experience that the old line about “all women being the same height when you lay them on their back” didn’t apply to Hela. Mystery emanated from Hela like smoke from a barbecue. No one really knew how old she was, given her Nordic looks and her white skin as free of blemishes as the finest porcelain, she could have run the gamut from 20 to 68 or maybe even beyond. No one knew where she came from. Joey’s dad had hired her years ago from a work call at Rowena’s. And no one knew why she always wore dark glasses, although some had made jokes about her really being a Swedish vampire. Hela always took them in good stride but never would answer questions about her origin. For his part Joey didn’t care. Hela was a good hand, hard working and someone whose judgment around the ranch he could trust. She had proved that again today with her choice of restraints for Ruth. There were three options for restraining human cattle for live breeding. Which one was used depended on which cow was being bred. The simplest was the rack. Made of iron piping it was shaped like an oversized “H” whose top was connected to the ceiling with chains. The rack had connection points placed along both sidebars to allow for the quick and easy use of wrist, ankle or knee cuffs. Cows ready for breeding or bulls ready for milking could attached to the rack in a spread eagle manner giving easy and safe access to their groins. Cows could also be bent over the crossbar of the rack, which accentuated their vaginal area and bred from that position. The second method was the bench. A simple coffee table style structure with detachable vertical arm poles it also allowed the cow to be bred in one of two positions. If the cow was to be bred on her back, the legs were spread out and up through the use of ankle cuffs attached to the ceiling with ropes while the arms are secured underneath the bench. The cow could also be placed in a knelling position on the bench, knee and ankle cuffs spreading her legs well apart and holding them in position while her arms were again secured under the table. The bench could be used alone or, sometimes in combination with the rack. For Ruth’s first breeding, Hela had rejected both the rack and the bench, preferring to go with the sling. The sling was a rectangular piece of leather the size of a small hammock which was suspended by ropes and pulleys from the ceiling. Ruth was lying on her back in the sling, wrist cuffs attaching her arms to the ropes above her head. The end of the sling looked like a pair of pants which had been cut in half and separated front and back with the half-legs of the pants ending at the knees. This cutout in the swing would allow the bull free and easy access to Ruth’s vagina and enable deep penetration during the breeding. A small portion of the young cow’s buttocks hung over the edge of the sling. Her legs were spread wide apart and secured in their position by leather straps. The sling’s eight pulleys allowed the cow to be lowered or raised according to need. It was even possible to adjust the vertical angle. The sling would move easily during the breeding process and, with more experienced cattle, the breeder could even make use of the cow’s mouth during the breeding if he so desired. Out of force of habit, Joey walked around the sling to check Ruth’s bindings. Her dark eyes followed his movements and gave him a grateful look when he stopped to stroke her frizzy hair. The auctioneer had assured Joey that, although Ruth had been taken many times by the one bull on her farm, her former owners had made sure to keep up her contraceptive injections. When he reached the cutout, Hela handed Joey a jar of lubricant. Because of the forced nature of the breeding, some cows did not emit enough of their own secretions to allow for easy penetration. The application of some type of cream before the breeding started was common practice. After dipping his fingers into the viscous ointment, he began to massage Ruth’s labia, spreading the gel on the inside of their wavy surface. As Ruth widened, the fingers on Joey’s right hand returned to the jar, which was now being held by Hela, for a second helping of lubricant, while his left hand rested on Ruth’s public hairs, the thumb strumming her clitoris like an old banjo. Ruth had not been dipped in the depilatory tank nor had her hair been cut and styled into the farm’s trademark bun. To show that this project was different, Joey planned to leave the cattle in their natural state. For the same reason he had allowed the female cow to keep the name “Ruth” rather than assigning her a new number. His fingers again covered in ointment, Joey began to gently coat the inside of Ruth’s vagina. He could feel her adding her own moisture to the mix and a pleasant musky smell began to fill the air, intensifying as Joey increased his efforts. The young rancher glanced up at Hela, whose face remained dispassionate as though carved from a glacier. Boy, at this point in the breeding, Ruth’s breasts would be red and sore from Linda Sue’s fingers and we’d have to put a towel down because Linda Sue would be starting to drip on the floor, he thought. This never does seem to affect Hela though. I wish Linda Sue was here but she’s out shopping with Terri. Said they’re buying me a little gift and I’ll get it tonight. I guess I can keep my pants zipped until then. The sound of footsteps filled the breeding room. Luke had brought in the bull. Bull 36M was a remarkable sight. Not because of his physique which was only average or even because of his penis which was actually a little smaller than the average for the Geryon Ranch. Linda Sue usually helped pick out the farm’s bulls and she liked them big. Said she liked when they had more meat on them. Then after their usefulness as a stud was over, they went better with the beans. What made Bull 36M extraordinary was his skin, a deep sooty black, almost like an overripe eggplant but spotted throughout with patches of white almost as pale as Hela’s skin. This bull suffered from vitiligo, another hereditary condition but unlike chloasma where extra pigment was added to the skin, vitiligo caused the absence of any skin pigment. It was these two conditions that Joey hoped would create his new line of Pinto human cattle. Hela set the jar down on a table next to the sling and stepped forward to help Luke with the bull. The old farm hand stepped back as her long thin fingers wrapped expertly around the bull’s ebony rod looking like strips of vitiligo on his penis. She began to masturbate the bull, coaxing him to a strong erection while leading him toward the waiting cow. Once the bull was standing in the cutout Hela attached his halter to the sling, restricting his ability to move away. Hela’s fingers positioned the bull’s penis at the aperture of Ruth’s vagina. Reaching around behind the stud animal she gave it a pinch on the buttocks. 36M lunged forward burying a third of his penis into the cow. The animal’s natural instincts took over and the sling began to rock to and fro with the force of the coupling. Hela made some adjustments to the tension to prevent it from reaching an arc like a swing on a playground and separating the two rutting animals. Luke, who had seen this event hundreds of times in his career, ambled slowly over to the coffee pot on the far wall for some java. Joey eyed Hela with curiosity, noting that even now the cotton tee shirt which fit snugly over Hela’s breasts betrayed no sign of excitement. Joey remembered that on those occasions when Hela had decided to make love with the “young master” as she referred to him in the clinches her approach had been almost clinical. It was clear that she had enjoyed herself, as had Joey. But he always felt she viewed sex as some necessary but not particularly desirable function and that she brought to lovemaking the same attitude she did to her work. “I believe in taking a job that needs to be done and doing it to the best of my ability.” she had told Joey early in her tenure with the ranch. “That’s what give me pleasure and satisfaction, the knowledge of a job well done.” He had never left her bed unsatisfied, she had certainly done her job well in that regard but she would bring the same focus on performing well to tying her shoes. In that regard, Hela was not at all like Linda Sue or even Terri both of whom thought that sex was the most fun you could have with your clothes off or sometimes with them on. A sharp scream distracted Joey from his daydream. Worried that 36M had injured Ruth, he was relieved to see that the exclamation had only punctuated the cow’s orgasm. A series of grunts, followed by a slump in his body told Joey that the bull had deposited his sperm into Ruth’s vagina. Luke set his coffee cup down on the table and unhooked the bull from the sling. After 36M had been led away from the sling, Hela stepped into his place to insert a vaginal plug into the newly bred cow. Satisfied that it wouldn’t slide out, she readjusted the sling to lower Ruth’s head and raise her vagina. This would aid the sperm in reaching the eggs waiting in the cow’s uterus. “Hey Joey,” said Luke. “I know you’ve got other things to do and you probably want to get ready to see Miss Linda Sue. Why don’t you go on up to the house and get cleaned up. Hela and I can take it from here. “Thanks Luke, I guess I could use a bath.” “You know boy, it’s a good thing I’m not a few years younger,” Luke said his craggy face dancing with mischief, “or I’d give you a run for your money with that gal.” “I give thanks for your age every night in my prayers,” Joey teased back. “If you’re sure you don’t need me....” “Go on son. Everything is under control here. Say hi to Miss Linda Sue for me, tell her if she wants to sneak off tonight to be with a real man, I’ll give be glad to give her my love in person.” With a laugh and a wave of his hand, Joey left the breeding room. Linda Sue had shown up at 7:00 pm sharp, a rarity for her since she always ran at least 10 minutes late for everything. Tucked under her arm was an elongated box measuring about 4 inches wide, two inches deep and two feet long, topped with a bow made out of silk. Linda Sue allowed Joey to hold the box but wouldn’t let him open it until later that night. “Nine o’clock. That’s when you can open your gift and not a minute before.” After the living room clock had sounded nine times, Joey found the box contained two pieces of paper rolled into scrolls and tied it a ribbon of the same silk as the bow. These papers rested on top of a cardboard insert. With Linda Sue watching carefully, her tongue popping out of her mouth to moisten her lips, Joey unrolled the scrolls. They were a pair of authorization covenants signed by Linda Sue and Terri and notarized by Beth Hardie, which gave Joey the right to have both girls temporarily converted into human equine for the purposes of competing in the Chiron Cup races. “Don’t stop there Joey,” said Linda Sue. “There’s another gift for you in the box.” Joey removed the cardboard to find a new, red leather riding crop it surface glistening with freshly applied oil. “If you want a chance to use that tonight,” Linda Sue said. “Come on out with me to the breeding room. Luke should have Terri on the rack by now and I’m more than ready for the sling.” “You’re sure you want to do this,” he asked. “More than sure,” she replied. “Terri talked me into it, not that it was hard. And she’s right. This will not only be fun. We’re going to win the Cup for you.” BE SURE TO TUNE IN FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 4 FOR CHAPTER 16: IN THE STABLES BY EURYTION -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----