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(It is in the .signature of all stories posted.) ------ end reply Warning: This narrative is not for everyone or, for that matter, even most people (although the fact that youÕre browsing ASSC suggests it will be to your taste). It is a continuation of the classic story ÒCannibal 4-HÓ by Neuralmancer and takes place after the events described in that story. This work of fiction is about people being eaten by other people and is for adults only. It contains sex, violence, death and, of course, cannibalism. Proceed with caution and, if reading this fable would violate any local laws, donÕt proceed at all. If you are underage, go find yourself a fairy tale deemed suitable for kids (Hansel and Gretel; Little Red Riding Hood and Jack and the Beanstalk immediately come to mind). This is a story for grown-ups. This story will be posted in instalments, one instalment every Friday until the story is completed. Each instalment will contain one or two chapters depending on size. This is instalment one and contains a repost of the original Cannibal 4H by Neuralmancer (Chapters one & two) as well as the beginning of my continuation of the saga (Chapter three). Again, my thanks to Neuralmancer for allowing me to be a sharecropper on his farm. Eurytion Cannibal 4H Chapter 1: A New Project BY NEURALMANCER Joey paced nervously outside of the barn door. Today he certainly wasn't himself. Normally upbeat, his mood as of late was downright somber. Through the day Joey had mechanically attended to his farm chores. His thoughts were elsewhere. Only upon the approach of Joey's girl friend, Linda Sue, did his mood improve. Her scantily clad body, just barely covered by a tight spring dress, caused Joey's pick to stir underneath his overalls, the only clothing that Joey usually wore. Damn, thought Joey, she looked good. The sight of Linda Sue's swinging hips temporarily caused Joey's mind to think of something other than the fair. Linda Sue yelled out to Joey as she came near. "Hey Joey, have you approached your Father with your idea for the fair yet?" Joey frowned as he heard Linda Sue's question. He hadn't dared bring up the subject to his father yet. Human cows were extremely expensive. Joey wasn't sure whether he was responsible enough to be trusted with the care of one. "No Linda Sue, not yet. I'm still looking for the right time to bring the subject up." "Well you had better hurry up, we only have six months till the fair." Linda Sue paused as she came closer. Placing her hands about her slender waist, she sexually tossed her head back causing her long jet black hair to cascade behind her head. Standing with her bare legs apart, she had Joey's attention. With a look of seriousness on Linda Sue's face, she continued to address him. "Well perhaps all you need is some encouragement. We all know that you're the best junior human cattle farmer in these parts. Now's our opportunity to prove it. You need to show everyone that you're ready for responsibility. It's now or never." "I want to see the cattle." Taking Joey's hand, Linda Sue led Joey into the barn. Though from the outside the barn appeared much like any other, on the inside similarities to convention parted dramatically. For this was a barn for bipedal cattle. In a former existence the cattle residing within the barn may of been considered human. Now the residents of the barn were highly valued farm animals, nothing more. The human cattle's special requirements implied dramatic changes to the barn's interior design. For one, the barn's interior temperature was strictly regulated. The human cattle now lived in a state of complete nudity. As such, they had to be protected from the vagaries of the outside environment. Joey always felt as if he had entered one of those elaborate enclosed shopping malls with a sunlit atrium every time he entered the barn. Multiple sky lights illuminated much of the barn's interior. The abundance of natural sunlight plus a rather high setting of the thermostat made the barn's interior atmosphere border on that of a greenhouse. Only on the warmest of days would the human cattle be allowed outside. Two parallel lines of stalls lined the barn's interior. Most of the stalls were occupied by naked human female cattle. Cows they were called in the trade. Most of the demand was for girls. A couple of stalls located opposite of the stalls occupied by cows each held the masculine counterpart, bulls. With the exception of head hair, all were hairless as well. Joey knew that well for he had personally helped his father with the hair removal. One of the first chores to be done upon a new cow's or bull's arrival to the farm was a dip in the hair removal bath. The hair removal solution was strong stuff. After only a couple of hours within the bath and the new cow or bull would emerge as hairless as a newborn babe. Frequently the new arrivals would offer quite a bit of resistance during this step. It wasn't unusual for the farm hands to come in contact with the hair removal liquid. Joey had learned his lesson to ware protective clothing on his first attempt. A wiry blonde cow had managed to splash some hair removal liquid on his right arm. Joey made her stay in the hair removal bath a bit longer than necessary. A couple of years human harvesting later and the hair on his right arm had still not grown back. "Young and lean" remarked Linda Sue as she kept her head turned towards the line of cows. None of the cows was more than twenty years old. All were young and nicely filled out with ample breasts and shapely buttocks. Each cow was chained by the neck to the cinder block wall. Their hands and feet remained free. They offered little attention as Linda Sue and Joey walked pass. Neither did they attempt to offer up any sense of modesty. Most of the cows had been on the farm for awhile and probably had some idea of what lay await for them. Linda Sue paused to pick up a cattle prod from the wall. Turning towards the line of human cows, Linda Sue stopped in front of one of them. Linda Sue's selected cow had been on the farm for some time now. The cow's body showed the effect of the farm's treatments. Like so many others, this young cow, still in her late teens, had been only average upon her arrival at the farm. After almost six months however the cow had dramatically changed. By a combination of special injections and diet the cow's breasts had increased in size. Linda Sue guessed that this young cow was easily a D-cup now. Not that the cow would ever again need a bra. In contrast to the breast enlargement, the cow's waist had remained quite narrow. A second affect of the special conditioning was a leaning out of the cow's meat. The hips and thighs had filled out nicely with tender meat. Sitting with her legs stretched out on the hay lined floor of her stall, the cow's gaze was fixated upon Linda Sue's cattle prod. The cow knew that demands were soon to be placed upon her. "This one appears about ready for harvest. Just a little extra work and she should win first prize at the fair." Without saying another word Linda Sue jabbed the end of the cattle prod against the shin of the sitting cow. Understanding Linda Sue's desire, the young cow quickly got to her feet. The cow made no attempt to move away from Linda Sue. She knew well the consequences of disobedience. Keeping her gaze fixated on the standing cow, Linda Sue continued to talk to Joey. "I see that you make sure that your stock gets plenty of sun. Did you know that tanned cows always receive higher point scores than plain old white ones? Not that it makes any difference in the end." Joey nodded his head in agreement. He enjoyed seeing the naked cows prance about the open air pen. Linda Sue handed the cattle prod to Joey. With her hands now free Linda Sue began to explore the soft contours of the young cow's body. Starting at the top of the naked woman's head, Linda Sue ran her fingers through the woman's hair, the only hair that she now had. Like those of all of the other cow's on the farm, the cow's head hair had been pulled back into a compact bun extending no lower than her shoulders. This particular hair style had become the farm's trade mark. "I have always wondered how I would look wearing my hair this way." Hearing Linda Sue's remark, said so casually, gave Joey a start. Hmm, he thought, does Linda Sue secretly desire to become a cow? Joey formed a mental image of Linda Sue spiked from ass to mouth and slowly roasting over a barbecue pit, not an unpleasant thought. Moving her hands down pass the sides of the young cow's head Linda Sue felt the tag that the cow wore suspended from her left ear. "Ah my dear, reduced to nothing but a number", Linda Sue said in jest. Linda Sue then reached underneath the cow's now ample breasts and cupped one in each of her hands. Squeezing hard, Linda felt the quality of the woman's tit flesh. The cow's nipples hardened in response to Linda Sue's manipulations. This time saying nothing, Linda Sue showed how pleased she was by the smile on her face. This cow was definitely top prize material. As Linda Sue moved her hands yet lower down the sides of the cow's body she felt the quality of the woman's flesh, full, yet firm meat. Bending her knees to lower herself, Linda Sue reached behind the standing form to feel the young woman's buttocks. The cow vocalized a sharp sound as Linda Sue pinched the flesh of the cow's ass. Again Linda Sue was pleased. "I can already tell that this one has developed a fine romp roast. The meat should fetch a good price in the market." Through out most of Linda Sue's fondling of the cow's body the cow had showed little if any emotion. She had become use to being treated as a lowly animal. However, hearing her ass characterized as nothing more than a romp roast was too much to bear. The cow's blank look of resignation was suddenly transformed into an expression of dread and pain. True to her conditioning though, she still did not say a word. It needn't matter. Neither Linda Sue nor Joey gave the once human, now mere two legged cow, any heed. Nothing could change the cow's fate. While withdrawing her hands from the lovely cow's ass, Linda Sue causally drew her index finger against the cow's hairless vaginal opening. It was moist and open. "Ah my lovely cow, so you enjoy your keeper's touch. No doubt that you'll long ago lost any sense of inhibition." Finishing her exploration of the cow's body, Linda Sue noted that the cow's thighs and calves of the same high quality as was the remainder of the cow's flesh. Resuming a standing posture, Linda Sue returned her attention to Joey. "This is the one that we should take to the fair. You have already done a fine job on her. Just a little bit of preparation and we will certainly win first prize." Joey nodded his head in agreement. "The only problem is convincing my father to let us go. You know how old fashioned he is. He is unusually adverse to anything that doesn't bring a profit." Striking a sexy pose with her hands on her hips Linda Sue smiled. "Don't worry Joey boy. Just let old Linda Sue here handle him. Besides, the publicity generated from the fair should do the farm's sales good. If you want to get sales you have to advertise." As far back as Joey could remember, Linda Sue always had a wild streak to her. He wondered what she had in mind for his father. Cannibal 4H Chapter 2: The Fair BY NEURALMANCER The six months till the fair quickly went by. Joey wasn't sure exactly how Linda Sue managed it, but she somehow got his father to approve of their taking Linda Sue's selected cow to the fair. From the smile on his father's face after Linda Sue had him alone, Joey could guess what had transpired. The work to prepare their entry however fell mainly to Joey. He gave the lean brunette cow that Linda Sue had picked out special attention. Throughout the spring and early summer Joey made sure that the young cow got just the right amount of exercise. He took particular joy upon seeing her run about the outdoor stockade. Bathing her afterwards was even more enjoyable. It became almost routine, at least for those times that Linda Sue wasn't around, for Joey to take the young cow sexually after her bath. Young cows not selected for breeding, like the cow that Joey now lavished so much extra attention to, were routinely fixed. Such little details made life on the farm so much more enjoyable. Balancing the cowÕs regime of exercise was her special diet. Joey carefully controlled the young cow's intake of tit and ass food. A high protein blend consisting mostly of soy byproducts and high fiber cereals, tit and ass food, as the farm hands called the feed that Joey's father purchased from the local livestock merchant, was specially prepared for the particular diet of human livestock. Things went so well, that by the time of the fair, about the middle of July, Joey's and Linda Sue's selected entry's breasts had again enlarged, this time reaching double D. The first day of the fair finally arrived. Joey had attached a small livestock trailer, a short enclosed affair much resembling a horse trailer, to his van into which the young cow would travel to the fair. To save on expenses during the week long event, both Joey and Linda Sue would spend their nights together in the van. Joey had equipped the van with everything that they would need, including most importantly, as large a bed as Joey could fit within the back of the full size van. Though it took a couple of hours for both Joey and Linda Sue to pack the van with their supplies, the time seemed to go by much more quickly. The last thing to do was to secure their young cow into the livestock trailer. No doubt sensing that something was up, the cow was noticeably apprehensive and skittish. Linda Sue spoke softly to calm the two legged cow. "Easy girl, we've just got a short way to go." Walking with a slow and carefully stepped pace, Joey and Linda Sue eased their girl into the livestock trailer. Strapping the cow into the trailer, Joey and Linda Sue closed and secured the trailer's door behind them. Transformed from a human being into a bipedal cow, now but a piece of livestock, the young farm animal would travel naked to the fair. As Joey watched Linda Sue climb onto the van's passenger seat he noticed her perspiration soaked shirt clinging revealingly to her chest. Linda Sue didn't wear a bra. In fact, Linda Sue didn't wear much at all. A pair of almost illegal cutoff jeans just barely covered her ass cheeks. Her feet were bare. Linda Sue smiled at Joey as his cock stiffened in response to sudden carnal thoughts. "Oh the July sun is hot! Come on Joey, lets get this show on the road, the fair is waiting!" I took the better part of a half of a day to drive to the fair grounds. Once there they had to go through the usual routine of checking in and finding a place to park. Fortunately, the check in was a drive through. The check in attendant, an older man with graying hair and a developing pot belly, was naked. Unlike most agricultural fairs the cannibal fair was nudist. It was the custom for not only the bipedal cattle, but also for those attending the fair to go about completely nude. No one was quite sure how this tradition got started, some say it came from some old cannibal cartoons, but needless to say there wasn't a more comfortable way to spend a hot July day. "How are you all doing? Here's your identification badges. Remember, don't lose them. It's about all there is between you're being human and someone's next meal." Joey thanked the attendant and drove to a parking spot not too far from the livestock barns. Always the thoughtful farmer, Joey was careful to pick a spot upwind of the barns. Already, it was only the first day of the fair, the fair grounds were crowded with people, all naked and glistening with sun tan lotion in the lengthening July afternoon. As Joey and Linda Sue stepped out of the van the smell of roasting meat, human meat, greeted their arrival. Joey was the first to comment about what awaited them. "I love coming to the fair, that aroma gets my appetite going every time." "Dinner will have to wait. First spray some of that sun tan oil on my back before it burns. Then lets get our little prize winner safely installed in the exhibit area. Then we can eat." Looking back to Linda Sue, Joey noticed that she had already stripped down to nothing but a pair of sandals. Her firm breasts, well covered with a layer of sun tan oil, glistened invitingly in the afternoon sun. Suddenly Joey forgot about food, but only temporarily. With their bodies protected from the sun's harmful effects and having remembered to place the identification badges about their necks, their only garment besides the sandals on their feet, Joey and Linda Sue carefully escorted their cow to the livestock barn assigned to their category of entry. At the fair there were primarily three categories of cows on exhibit. The first kind of cow was like theirs, known as a conversion, a cow that at one time had been human like themselves, but for one reason or another had their status converted to livestock. The second kind of cow were those who were specially bred to be livestock. Presented with the first two kinds of bipedal livestock, Joey could easily tell them apart. Once having been human, a certain fraction of humanity always remained. Those bipedal cows raised from birth as nothing more than livestock never had the opportunity of a normal human development and it showed. The third category of cow were those prepared for the smokehouse. In contrast to the general desire to keep the meat of the first two kinds of cow as lean as possible, those cows destined to have their meat smoked were put on extremely high fat diets. Their bodies were optimized in the entirely opposite direction. The third kind of cow was generally huge and obese. However, the hams that resulted tended to be very tasty. Having secured their cow in her pen, Joey and Linda Sue turned their attention to one of the fair's many food tents. Elbowing their way through the a crowd of other hungry fair attendants, Joey and Linda Sue encountered a most fantastic site. In front of them, four parallel rows of double high rotisseries were available for the barbecuing of human meat. Fed by a line of gas fed flame lying parallel with the axis of each spit, eight human carcasses could be simultaneously roasted. Already, despite the evenings early hour, half of the spits were occupied with slowly spinning and cooking meat. Before long all the spits would be busy with the task of cooking meals for the multitude of hungry fair goers. Pressing his way to the ordering counter, Joey peered to the nearest of the roasting carcasses. Decapitated and skinless, Joey could see the spit, which entered the carcass at the anus and exited through the neck, passing through the cow's lower abdominal region. The stomach had been left open after gutting. The legs had been doubled over and were pined to the carcass's sides. The arms were likewise doubled over and pined to the cow's back. Both the feet and hands were missing. The overall effect made the roasting cow appear much like a chicken, a very large chicken. This particular cow must be near done though Joey. The meat had acquired a dark brown color, black in places where the barbecue sauce had burned. Torrents of hot steam rose in visible streams from every opening. The nipples of the cow's ample breasts had turned charcoal black due their greater proximity to the flames. Juices dripped from the cow's expanded vaginal opening. All of the roasting carcasses were from cows. All of the other roasting cows were similarly prepared. As Joey waited for the ordering attendant, a pretty teenaged woman whose naked body compared favorably to those roasting behind her, to get to him for his order, Linda Sue yelled out to a middle aged man wearing nothing but an apron and a cowboy hat who was busy using a broom to apply barbecue sauce to one of the rotating carcasses of meat. "Hey mister, where can we see the butchering?" Dipping the broom into a large bucket of deep red barbecue sauce, the man paused to carefully coat the buttocks of a roasting cow with barbecue sauce before he replied. Only after he was sure that no spots of the roasting meat had been left uncovered did he answer. "Behind this tent there's another tent and behind that tent is a stockade. The meat cows are kept in the stockade as they wait to be butchered. Feel free to go into the butchering tent, but keep out of the way. The guys in there like to work fast." Grabbing Joey's right arm, Linda Sue pulled him from his place in line. Joey was furious. "What do you think you are doing?" "Joey, come on. You can eat anytime. If we hurry we can still witness the day's butchering", replied Linda Sue. Reluctantly, Joey went along with Linda Sue's wishes. It was at times like this when the thought of Linda Sue rotating about a cooking flame was the most appealing. As Joey and Linda Sue approached the stockade they could see a collection of naked cows being herded together within the stockade. Though differing in their appearances, all of the cows shared the common marking of their ear tags. The ear tag plus a variety of inspection tattoos clearly indicated the status of those waiting within the stockade. Joey couldn't help getting aroused from the sight of so much naked femininity being forced to line up within the stockade. Ample breasts bounced unhindered and well padded hips swayed as the line of naked cows moved forward. Herders armed with cattle prods were in the process of constricting the herd onto a narrow ramp entering the butchering tent. As Joey and Linda Sue watched, a panicking cow attempted to climb over the stockade's fence. An alert herder rushed to the outside of the stockade fence and with a quick jab of his cattle prod promptly forced the cow back. Restricted to a single file on the ramp, a sliding door opened to allow a single cow entrance to the butchering tent. Forced within, the door promptly closed behind her. After a short pause of constant duration the door once again opened for the next waiting cow. Noticing Joey's excited sexual state Linda Sue reached down and tightly grasped Joey's stiffening cock. "Plenty of time for that later, Joey. Come on, lets go see what happens inside." Joey attempted to take his mind off of the eroticism of the herding. Not entirely successful, Joey's cock remained half hard as Joey and Linda Sue entered the butchering tent. Though bright lights illuminated critical areas of the tent's interior, there remained a significant number of dark spots. The overall effect caused an observer's eyes to be guided from one work station to the next. Details in-between were missed. Perhaps that was just as well. Neither Joey nor Linda Sue wanted to know what felt wet and slimy against their almost bare feet. A production line of human disassembly greeted Joey and Linda Sue as the pair's eyes adjusted to the tent's interior illumination. At each stage of the line men were busy with either the initial beheading of the cow, the removal of the skin, gutting, and at the final stage, the impalement of the headless carcass on a rotisserie spit. Joey and Linda sue stood transfixed near the start of the line watching the workers ready yet another cow to meet her fate as a tall man approached them. "Hello there, you two want a tour? Well, don't just stand there looking dumbfounded, yet me show you around." Joey and Linda Sue graciously accepted the man's hospitality. Unlike all the others attending the fair, this man and the other men working the disassembly line wore pants and boots. Their chests however were bare. The butchering tent had rather poor ventilation. Copious quantities of sweat dripped from the men's brows. Upon closer inspection Linda Sue noticed that the little clothing that they wore clung closely to their bodies from the wetness. Linda Sue admired their guide's buttocks which were well revealed despite their fabric covering. "Here it begins. At least for us. I suppose you could also say that here it ends for the cow." The man had stopped right behind the sliding door from the ramp. A pair of men were in the process of strapping down a young cow to a guillotine. Another man stood by at the ready to release the blade which in short order will separate the young cow's head from her body. A blood stained trough awaited to carry away her head. As Joey and Linda Sue passed by the young cow turned her head slightly to look up at the observers to her last moments. Fear showed in the young cow's eyes. Joey knelt alongside the entrapped cow and reached over to feel the quality of her flesh. A pair of breasts that seemed to be much oversize when compared to the cow's frame, dangled invitingly in front of Joey. Reaching out with both hands, the tit flesh felt firm and the nipples were hard. Moving one hand from the cow's high quality tit flesh to her buttocks, Joey repeated his inspection there. Again, Joey was not displeased. This cow had been well prepared. Though Joey thought the cow to be pretty and well shaped, she was just a cow. As if signaling an invitation, the cow's hairless cunt gapped invitingly. Under different circumstances if Joey had the opportunity to view the cow not as she presently was, but as a woman, he would undoubtedly find the woman attractive. But, as it was she was nothing but a cow, a very delicious food source. A warning was shouted and Joey stood back from the guillotine. The cow's eyes never closed. From a signal from those securing the cow to the guillotine, the cow's executioner let the blade fall. With a sudden snapping sound the cow's neck was severed and her pretty head rolled down the trough. The cow's head had traveled no further than half way down the trough when another man after having looped a pair of ropes around each of the cow's ankles, caused the cow to be lifted vertically above the disassembly line. It was a short journey to the next processing station. Joey and Linda Sue's guide continued his narrative at the next processing station. "Once the heads are off, here they get skinned. Flaying requires a great deal of skill." Implicating those working at the skinning station, he continued. "Few are more expert at their job than is our flaying team. This is all that they do eight hours a day." Having received the unfortunate cow who had just lost her head, a pair of men armed with special knives proceeded to cut away the cow's skin. Starting from the ankles, they made long cuts just deep enough to separate the skin. In an impressively short time, the pair simultaneously stripped off the cow's skin. The cow's pink meat was exposed for all to see. Linda Sue's interest in the butchering operation was nevertheless tempered by the smell. Joey seemed not to be bothered by the smell. No doubt he had long since grown accustomed to bad smells. A low grade stench filled the air of the tent's interior. As their guide directed them to the next processing station she found the foul odor's source. At the gutting station several men, one man per cow, were busy slicing open the belies of inverted bipedal cows. Once opened, the contents of their belies were cut away. Large trash cans received the contents. The guide paused before an inverted cow that had just been washed out. Joey and Linda sue could see the cow's backbone through the cow's belly opening. "From here on, all that remains is impalement on a rotisserie spit. Most cows are processed as you have just seen. Occasionally we do deviate from the procedure that you have seen here. For example, from time to time we get requests to leave the head on. Don't miss the Polynesian style barbecue that the fair has each evening. For this event a cow with her head on his baked in a shallow trench over hot coals." At the last station Joey and Linda Sue watched as a spit was forced through the carcass of a butchered cow. Taking advantage of gravity, the vertical cow was forced down upon the spit's pointed end. Entering from the neck, the spit shortly reappeared from the cow's ass. The cow's limbs were then secured. Finally, both the hands and feet were cut away. As the pair of onlookers walked out of the butchering tent they noticed a large trash can filled almost to the top with discarded hands and feet. Another pair of extremities from an unfortunate formerly human girl were unceremoniously tossed onto the heap. Joey still felt sexually aroused. He couldn't wait any longer. On their way back towards the food tent, Joey and Linda Sue encountered the communal fuck tent. Sounds of passion could be clearly heard coming from its inside. Grabbing Linda Sue's right arm Joey directed her into the fuck tent. "Come on Linda Sue, there's no time like the present." Smiling, Linda Sue did not resist. Like Joey, she had been sexually aroused by their encounter with the slaughtering operation. The sight of all the naked bipedal cows forced to await their conversion to roasts on a spit had awakened deep dark desires within her. Her vagina had remained well lubricated throughout the entire tour. Finding an unoccupied mat, Linda Sue positioned herself on her back. Already highly aroused, there was no need for foreplay. Invitingly, Linda Sue lifted and spread apart her legs. Joey's cock was already hard. Kneeling over Linda Sue's prone body, he momentarily paused as Linda Sue took hold of his stiff member and guided it to her waiting sexual opening. She was well lubricated. Linda Sue steadied herself as Joey quickly thrust himself deep down into Linda Sue. She sighed happily as she once again felt the wonderful filled feeling that Joey's cock provided. Tightly grasping the flesh of Joey's heaving buttocks, Linda Sue joined in on the familiar rhythmic motion of their now joined bodies. Though Joey could of kept on going for quite awhile in the good old missionary position, after awhile Linda Sue wanted to try something else. "Oh that's good! Turn over, it's my turn to get one top." With a sudden popping noise, Joey reluctantly slid his prick out of Linda Sue tight fitting fuck tunnel. Turning over onto his back, Linda Sue promptly assumed a sitting position across his lap. Having secured a tight grip onto Joey's skyward bound cock, Linda Sue wasted no time impaling herself down onto Joey's stiff member. Starting slowly, Linda Sue gradually increased the tempo of her pounding onto Joey's cock. Closing her eyes, she imagined Joey's long cock to be an impaling spit ready to pierce its way all the way through her body. With Linda Sue's most secret fantasy vividly pictured before her closed eyes, the period of her impalement on Joey's cock quickened to it fastest rate and in so doing Linda Sue achieved the crescendo of sexual release that she so desperately craved. Continuing her movements, Joey came soon afterwards. Sexually relieved, feelings of hunger returned with a vengeance to both Joey and Linda Sue. Returning to the food tent, each them ordered a rump roast with an attached thigh. The young naked waitress smiled from behind the counter as she took their orders. Joey couldn't help wonder how she would taste. Receiving their orders, medium done portions of thigh and rump well covered with barbecue sauce, onions and mushrooms, Joey and Linda Sue found a spot to sit at one of the food tent's communal tables. There they joined several other couples who were already partaking in the cannibal feast. No utensils were provided. Instead, the use of one's hands was expected. Picking up the roast of human meat in both hands, Joey commenced to bite away chucks of the rich tasting meat. Pausing to wash down the meat with a drink of beer, Joey casually wiped his greasy hands on his naked chest. No napkins were provided either. All of the other participants in the cannibal feast, including Linda Sue, copied Joey's dining behavior. To be not covered with the grease of formerly human cows was considered to be in extremely bad taste. Previously accepted notions of civilized decorum were forgotten at the cannibal fair. Cannibal 4H Chapter Three: The Slaughtering by Eurytion JOEY TWISTED NERVOUSLY IN HIS seat as the Japanese Airlines 747 approached TokyoÕs Narita Airport. Next to him, gazing out the window sat Linda Sue. ÒWell, Joey,Ó she reminded him, ÒI told you that you were the best junior human cattle raiser around. And now, since youÕve won three Blue Ribbons at the Cannibal 4-H Fair, other people know it too. ThatÕs why weÕre going to Japan, to teach them how we raise human cattle in America and to learn how they raise their special Waygua cattle. IÕve been looking forward to this for a long time.Ó Three blue ribbons, mused Joey. It wasnÕt all that long ago that Linda Sue started them on this journey by putting a big smile on JoeyÕs dadÕs face and relieving a big lump in his pants, all so Joey could enter his first fair. And what a Cannibal 4-H Fair that first one was. Linda Sue had been almost insatiable after she watched the butchering at the fair. Over the three days the fair lasted she must have dragged Joey at least a half-dozen times to watch the human cattle slaughtered. Afterwards it was straight to the communal fuck tent where a gushing Linda Sue would mount Joey and ride him for all she was worth. Once JoeyÕs entry had won the coveted Blue Ribbon for Best of Show, Linda Sue had even arranged with the local merchant who bought the cow for them to attend, and help, in the slaughtering. It was a warm morning when JoeyÕs old pickup rattled to a stop at the meat market on the edge of town. Uncharacteristically, it was Linda Sue and not Joey who seemed nervous during the trip. Alighting from the truck, Linda Sue gave a tug to her short, yellow sun dress causing her breasts to ascend like two mounds of rising dough. If she tugs a little harder, thought Joey, those tits are going to pop right out of her dress and Mr. CrenshawÕs eyes are going to pop right out of their sockets. Standing just a few feet away from Linda Sue was Al Crenshaw, the owner of Crenshaw Superior Meats and the man who had bought JoeyÕs human cattle. A stocky man of about 5Õ 10ÕÕ in height whose black hair speckled with flecks of grey was beginning to recede, he was dressed in a pair of tan pants and red polo shirt bearing the storeÕs logo, a stylized depiction of a young lady presented on a roasting platter. ÒIÕm glad you both could be here,Ó Mr. Crenshaw told Joey and Linda Sue. ÒEven though youÕre both farm kids, I wasnÕt too sure about your assisting today. But after Linda Sue here knew I bought your stock in the auction, she convinced me to let you help.Ó ÒYou know Joey,Ó he laughed, running his eyes up and down Linda Sue. ÒYour girlfriend just has quite a nice way of getting a person to do what she wants. You keep listening to her and youÕre going to go far.Ó Mr. Crenshaw walked the two young ranchers out to the back where JoeyÕs prizewinning cow was waiting in an individual pen. The culmination of months of effort, JoeyÕs cow seemed to glow with an even, warm tan. Her well-developed tits and ass were balanced by the narrow waist and long legs. Her calves were hard and firm while her thighs had filled out nicely with what promised to be tender cuts of meat. Even now she was chewing on a special cud developed at the Geryon farm, one that would keep her meat lean while enhancing her breasts. ÒYour cow is used to being handled by the two of you and having you here will be a big help in keeping her calm before sheÕs butchered,Ó he said. ÒMr. Crenshaw, where are all the other human cattle, Ò asked Linda Sue? ÒEven though you did pay top dollar for JoeyÕs cow, I know you bought at least two dozen others cows and bulls alike. I really expected to see them together in a large stockade. You havenÕt already butchered them have you,Ó she asked rather dejectedly. ÒNope. WeÕre starting with JoeyÕs cow first and weÕll get to the others later. But I have to tell you kids that Crenshaw Superior Meats does things differently,Ó he said with a touch or pride. ÒWe donÕt believe in the assembly line approach to butchering any more than Joey used the assembly line method to raise this cow.Ó Joey, who couldnÕt help noticing that Mr. Crenshaw kept directing most of his remarks to Linda Sue, was curious enough to ask ÒWhat do you mean differently?Ó Mr. Crenshaw asked if they remembered how it was at the Cannibal 4-H fair with all the human cattle being herded from a large pen down a narrowing ramp into a single line for slaughtering. Both Joey and Linda Sue nodded yes. ÒSure, Mr. CrenshawÓ said Linda Sue. ÒI saw how some of them tried to climb the fence. I know that the herders had to use cattle prods to get some of them back into line. I guess I found that sort of--well--exciting.Ó ÒDonÕt feel bad Linda Sue. A lot of young girls get aroused at the fair and a lot of young men too, right Joey,Ó he asked with a wink. ÒThatÕs why we set up the coitus tent. ÒBy the way Linda Sue, IÕd like you to do me a favour.Ó ÒWhatÕs that,Ó she asked? ÒQuit calling me Mr. Crenshaw. I already feel old enough without you treating me like I was your grandfather. You can call me Al,Ó he requested. ÒThat goes for you too, Joey,Ó he added as an afterthought. ÒFrom now on not IÕm not Mr. Crenshaw, IÕm Al. ÒAnyway,Ó he continued. ÒHaving all those strange cattle penned together raised the stress level on the animals. Any unnecessary stress hurts the quality of the meat. Being crowded with animals they donÕt know leads stock to panic. Panic causes them to crash into each other while they try to get away. Not only does the meat get bruised when the cattle slam into each other while trying to get away, using the electric prods darkens and burns both the meat and the leather. Ò We donÕt pen animals together or herd them into a mass slaughtering line. All our animals are handled on an individual basis, even though it takes longer. When CrenshawÕs talks about superior meats we mean it. Calm, happy cattle slaughtered peacefully provide us with the high calibre of meat that made our reputation.Ó As they came closer to the holding pen, JoeyÕs cow came up to the fence. JoeyÕs responded by patting his farmÕs trademark bun on her head and slowly talking with her. ÒGood girl,Ó he said. ÒWeÕre going to go for a little walk now. It wonÕt be far. Come on girl. LetÕs go.Ó Al opened the pen and asked Linda Sue to get on the other side of the cow. Now the future feast was flanked on either side by familiar people. ÒI want you to just walk her over to the chute,Ó Al instructed. ÒOnce sheÕs in, IÕll shut the gate behind her and we can begin the process. If you both do your job right, sheÕll be bled out and ready for butchering in about ten minutes.Ó The chute was dark with two gutters each four inches deep along the sides for the human cattle to move their feet along. Small, dim lights, like those along theatre aisles ran along the middle of the chute providing enough light to move ahead but not enough light to see more than a yard in front. After the stock had passed, small rollers underneath the floor in each of the gutters would move forward, tilting the flexible floor enough to encourage the animal to continue moving ahead. The lights would attract the cow deeper into the chute and help keep her calm as she moved along the passage. Their positioning on the floor and the low wattage also meant JoeyÕs cow would not see either the people or the machinery awaiting her arrival. With a serious note in his voice, Al explained what he expected Joey and Linda Sue to do. ÒOnce she starts walking down the chute the lights in front will come on in small sections while the lights behind her will get dimmer until they fade from sight. This will keep her moving forward until she reaches the bend. ÒIn just a few steps after the bend, sheÕll reach the head restraint. When she does Linda Sue I want you to reach around and very gently set her head onto the head bracket. You may have to push her shoulders down a tad and youÕll have to stretch her neck just a little to place the headband around her forehead,Ó Al directed. ÒJoey, once Linda Sue has the headband in place, youÕll move the three-inch pipe so it fits snugly where the back of her neck meets her shoulders. It will lock automatically. Then quietly lower the final gate behind her. After that step quickly out of the way and let my people take over. We want the slaughtering to take place within seconds after the cow has been placed in the restraint.Ó By the time Al had finished with the instructions, the group had reached the chute. Up to this point the cow had come along docilely but she made a sudden stop and began to look around in a concerned manner, her legs quivering. Joey knelt next to her and, running his hand up and down her thighs, spoke to her calmly in a soft, soothing tone. After a few seconds his hand moved between her legs and up to her hairless vagina. As his finger rubbed back and forth across her clit her vaginal lips moistened and opened. The cowÕs nipples distended to more than an inch, aided by some pulling and pinching from Linda Sue who had joined Joey in giving the cow one last moment of pleasure. With a deep low the cow gave an orgasmic shudder and slumped forward. With a little push Joey started her along her final journey. When the former free human, now human cattle and soon to be someoneÕs supper, reached the end of the chute, Linda Sue was ready. Reaching out with both hands she grasped the cowÕs head and set it softly onto the restraint. While one hand kept the cowÕs head in place, the other reached up and pulled the headband down. With an easy, almost practiced, motion Linda Sue attached the headband and pulled down slightly on a nearby cord. This raised the cowÕs head up and back until her chin was pointing up at a 60-degree angle and her throat was taut and fully exposed. While this was going on Joey put the pipe in place, lowered the final gate and, after a last swift caress of the cowÕs hanging breasts, stepped back. Afterwards he swore he saw a single tear roll out the big brown eye closest to him. A small man dressed only in a butcherÕs apron strode briskly forward from the shadows behind Linda Sue. In his hand was a thin, black knife. With one economical stroke he made a cut just under the jawbone and across the entire throat. So sharp was the black knife that it severed the internal and external carotid arteries without any pressure on the part of its wielder. The cut remained open as blood gushed out of the cow and onto the floor below. Overhead sprinklers went on, gently washing the blood down into a metal grid-topped drain which carried it away. In the span of two seconds the cowÕs eyes rolled upward into her head and her entire body went slack. After about four more seconds had passed, the butcher used the cord to release the tension on the headband and bring the cowÕs head forward. ÒWell,Ó said Al. ÒThatÕs all there is. In about another minute or so weÕll be sure sheÕs dead and weÕll move her to the dismembering line. The crew will hoist her up by her feet and let the rest of her blood drain out. They massage her from the top down to help with the draining process. Then sheÕll be marked, graded and butchered into parts. By this time tomorrow sheÕll be gracing some of the finest dinner tables in the county. ÒYou did a hell of a job raising this one Joey. IÕd like you to think about entering into an exclusive contract with us. WeÕd be glad to sponsor you for the fair each year. But, in exchange, weÕd get right of first refusal on all your human cattle.Ó Al turned to Linda Sue whose eyes were glazed and whose breathing was quickening. He noticed a large damp spot on Linda SueÕs sun dress just below the waist. Although it didnÕt seem possible, Linda SueÕs nipples were even more distended than the cowÕs nipples had been just before slaughtering. Joey noticed the same thing and wondered if Linda Sue had been sneaking portions of the special feed the Geryon farm used to promote breast growth. ÒI suppose you two would like to spend some time alone now,Ó Al remarked. ÒIÕve got a room for just that purpose you can use. But Linda Sue, I have to say I was impressed by the way you handled yourself, almost like a pro. If youÕre ever interested, I might have something for you here at CrenshawÕs Superior Meats, either a job or some other position.Ó ÒThanks Al,Ó replied Linda Sue smiling. ÒI have to tell you I cheated just a little. Once you said we could help with this slaughter ---well I didnÕt want to embarrass myself by being clumsy so I persuaded your butcher Carl to let me rehearse before today.Ó AAs Al shook his head, Linda Sue took JoeyÕs hand and walked over to open the door to the shopÕs special room. Once inside, Linda Sue wasted no time. As Joey got out of his overalls, she shucked her sun dress over her head. Joey stared at her breasts which looked to be at least a size larger than he remembered. Before he could ask about the feed, Linda Sue had fallen to her hands and knees on the mattress. While fluids dripped from her fluttering pussy lips, puddling on the mattress below, Linda Sue took charge. ÒTake me from behind, Joey,Ó she commanded. Joey was only too happy to comply. His prick was rock hard, both from watching the slaughter and from Linda SueÕs wanton behaviour. Using his feet he kicked her legs wider. Reaching down with his right hand he scooped up some of her juice from the mattress and smeared it over his rampant member. With his left hand he spread her lips even wider until she grunted in pain. Just as he moved forward to enter her vagina, Linda Sue reached a hand back to stop him. ÒNot there,Ó she told Joey. ÒNot today.Ó Joey was confused. If she didnÕt want to fuck why was she in this position and what did she want to do? Then, as Linda Sue reached back to pull the cheeks of her ass apart, Joey realized what Linda Sue really wanted. Linda Sue wanted to pretend to be human cattle. She wanted to envision his dick as a roasting skewer. With no pretence at gentleness, Joey leapt forward and, in one quick and decisive stroke, sheathed his cock deep into Linda SueÕs bowels. ÒOh Joey,Ó she cried out her voice catching. ÒOh yes, oh yes, deeper Joey deeper. Impale me, oh god yes, impale meeee.Ó Joey relentlessly pounded Linda SueÕs nether region. Now Linda Sue was just grunting and moaning. Joey thought he could hear her saying something about turning and browning but he was lost to the overwhelming sensations that came with exploring the previously forbidden secrets of Linda SueÕs ass. Suddenly he felt Linda Sue stiffen. His eardrum nearly shattered by the loud howl issuing from her mouth as, at the same time, her anal ring clamped tight around his cock, milking it of all the sperm he had to offer. While they dressed, Joey regarded Linda Sue in a new way. Previously when visions of his girlfriend turning a golden brown on a rotating spit had occurred, he pushed them out of his mind as perverted. He had told himself that he was just projecting when he thought Linda Sue was exhibiting signs of ÒcowlikeÓ behaviour. Now Joey was sure that Linda Sue fantasized about roasting over a roaring flame. The question was how far did she want to take her fantasy? TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR CHAPTER FOUR: A MAVERICKÕS CONVERSION -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |