Message-ID: <8192eli$9802071637@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Eurytion Subject: Cannibal 4H Chapter Five (Young/Incest/Human Livestock) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: eurytion@tripod.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <34DB85FD.373@tripod.net> HEED THIS ADMONITION. IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL HAVE ONLY YOURSELF TO BLAME! The story which follows this caution is intended for mature adults only and should only be accessed and/or downloaded if doing so would not violate any legal edicts adhered to in your locale. Why are you being given this counsel? Because this is an intense story of the raising of humans as livestock and the consumption of human flesh. This is not Rebbecca of Sunnybrook Farm. 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 death, family tragedy, incest (at least this week), sex with humans and human cattle and people eating people. A new instalment of this ongoing tale is posted every Friday in ASSC and on Saturdays in ASS & ASSM. Each instalment contains one or two chapters. This is instalment three and contains Chapter Five of my continuation of the original story Cannibal 4H by Neuralmancer. Previous instalments may be downloaded from Deja News' archive of ASSC. Upon its completion the entire story will be sent to Black Plague. Remember, you have been warned. 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. And Now: Cannibal 4H Chapter Five: A Brother Visits by Eurytion SEVERAL WEEKS HAD GONE BY since 701's arrival when a familiar yellow truck pulled into the farm's loading dock causing Joey a great deal of apprehension. Behind the wheel of the truck was his friend Billy, former brother to cow 701. Joey had only seen Billy once since Valerie had been assigned to him at the fair. It wasn't that pleasant of a memory. Billy walked around to the back of the truck and dropped the tailgate. He waved to Joey and began to unload bags of grain onto the dock. Steeling himself, Joey approached the dock. Billy seemed friendly enough now but that might not mean anything. The last time they had talked Billy was more than pissed off that Joey hadn't come up with a way to save his sister from becoming a conversion. "Need any help with that, Billy?" "Nope. I think I can get it alright. But thanks for asking." Joey could smell the ale on Billy's breath. "Not a problem. If you need anything else just let me know." No sooner had Joey said these words then he began kicking himself mentally. Jesus, you take your friend's sister, turn her into a cow to be slaughtered and eaten, tell him you can't help get her back to human status and then, the very next time you see him, say If you need anything just let me know. You really are a dickhead. "If you've got a few minutes after I get done unloading I really need to talk with you." "Sure, Billy. I'll be by the feedlot. Come on over when you're through." Joey's sense of uneasiness grew with every bag Billy unloaded. He remember their last talk, just after Valerie had been dropped of at McCain's. "Damn it, Joey. You're my friend, maybe my best friend. She's my sister. You've got to help me get her back. There's got to be something we can do." "Look, there isn't. Don't you think if there was I would have done it. Valerie lost her identification badge. Under the fair rules that made her fair game. Your folks knew that when they signed the permission slip for her to attend. No badge and you're meat. I didn't make the rules." "No, but you sure as hell did take advantage of them to snatch up the chance to claim her." "Damn it Billy, what was I supposed to do? Al Crenshaw said if I didn't claim her he was going to have her butchered right there. This way your folks at least got to say goodbye to her." "Oh, yeah. That was great. They got to say goodbye while she was standing in a byre and had a tag through her ear. A real Kodak moment, something to put in the family album. "Don't you remember from English class If it were done when tis done, then twere well it was done quickly.' We'd all have been better off if you'd just have let them eat her at the fair. Then this would be over with and we could get on with our lives. You're my friend. I expected better from you." The sound of a tailgate clanging shut made Joey flinch. Striding toward him with a serious look on his face, Billy was brushing his hands against each other to get off the chaff from the bags. To Joey it looked like the hands were squeezing on an imaginary throat. Before Joey could say anything, Billy held up one hand, palm facing upright and forward. "Joey, we've been friends since we were five. I can't count the number of scrapes we've been in together. Jeeze, I still remember that time I fell out of the tree and broke my leg. You carried me on your back through the woods for almost a mile until we reached the road. I owe you an apology. More than an apology really. "It wasn't easy just after --- well you know when --- and I said a lot of things then that I really didn't mean. We were all in shock about the conversion. Sure, you sign the forms to get into the fair and you know the rules but you never expect anyone you know to become human cattle, let alone a member of the family. Mom & Dad had some fights about whose fault it was letting Val go in the first place and then who it was that let her go by herself. I felt rotten because I wasn't there. Kept telling myself that I would have kept an eye on her and made sure she didn't lose the badge. "The truth is that shit does happen. And sometimes it happens to people that you love. I know that Valerie is gone. She's been converted and what's there in her place is just another human cattle, a bipedal cow. Like I said, it wasn't easy coming to grips with this. I even went to a shrink for a couple of grief counselling sessions on how to handle all of this crap. Me at a shrink's office. I thought that was only for wankers and whiners. "Anyhow, I wanted to tell you that I don't blame you. It wasn't your fault. Mr. Crenshaw told me you didn't want to claim her. You did what you could. Val's the one who let her badge go astray. You didn't sneak up and take it from her. After that Val was a maverick, not a free human. I don't blame you for claiming her. I really don't. Friends or not, I'd have done the same thing in a minute if Linda Sue had lost her badge. "Hell, remember when we were about 14. We used to camp out back in the west meadow at my place. At night while we choked the chicken, we'd talk about which of our classmates we'd like to see shoved on a spit. It was always Alice Kipfer and Linda Sue. You couldn't find a spit strong enough to hold Alice these days. We'd have to treble-hook her to hang her in the smoker. Linda Sue though ... I remember wrestling you to see who got first dibs on Linda Sue's knockers. I still say you cheated. Anyway, I'm sorry for what I said." Billy held out his hand to Joey in friendship who took it. Their day's work done and several six-packs later, the two reunited mates were sitting on the dock in the loading bay wasting time. "Billy, I don't want to pick at a healing scab but how are your parents doing? Are they ok?" "Like I said, it was tough but they're tough people. They're getting better with it. They don't fight about it anymore. They've been with me to the grief counsellor and that's helped all of us. Something else that helped was your returning the cameo. That was my great-grandmother's and it's been in the family for years. My mom knew I was coming over and she wanted me to thank you for her. "Your dad was good about all this too. With that extra money for the crops and all. He didn't have to do that. But it does help with things." Billy took another swallow of beer then crumpled the empty can and tossed it aside. "Joey, I came over here today to do two things beside deliver your grain. One was to ask pardon for my behaviour and the other --- well the other was to ask to see your new cow." Again, before Joey could say anything, Billy held up his hand. "I know what you're thinking right now. I don't blame you. But the grief counsellor says we need closure and that one way of getting it is to see the cow for ourselves. Look, I'm not using her old name because that person is gone. I'd use her number if I knew it." "701, you're talking about cow 701." "Thanks. 701 it is then. I need to do this Joey. I need to see 701 as the cow she is, not as the person she once was. I'm not going to get all weirded out on you. But this is something I need to do and I'm asking you as a friend to let me do it." "Are you sure you're up to this? This is some serious stuff we're talking about here." "The shrink says I need to do it and I think he's right. I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be." "Then let's do it. You can wait in the ready room while I get her cleaned up and then..." "Nope. That's no good. I want to see cow number 701 just the way she is. If she's covered in her own crap and stinks to high heaven, that's good. If I could see her with a mouth full of hay, chewing away contentedly on her cud that'd be better yet. She's an animal, she's bipedal cattle, she's a feast on two feet. That's what I need to see. Hell, that's what I want to see. I can't deal with the idea that this is happening to my sister. I have to know that its happening to a cow." Joey opened the Ragnarok door and Billy stepped resolutely inside the veal pen. He took a moment to familiarize himself with the room's layout and then picked up a herding staff. Striding over to the cage, he lifted the gate, inserting the pegs to hold it open. Cow 701 crawled out of her confinement. Guiding 701 to the shower with the herding staff, Billy took a moment to examine the animal before him. It looks like Val, he thought. But it's not. Just keep remembering that this cow isn't Val and you'll be fine. After checking the temperature of the water, Billy began to rise the cow off. His hands roamed over her body, at first businesslike, then with increasing carnality. Shutting off the water, he cupped the young cow's clean breasts in the palms of his hands and began to squeeze and massage their tiny surface. His own personal staff began to rise. Moving 701 out of the shower, Billy vigorously applied a towel to her skin. At times his fingers slipped from the towel's surface to outline a rib or the swell of the small tits. The juvenile cow seemed to enjoy the attention, pressing herself back against Billy's hands, her tongue slipping occasionally from an circular mouth. Billy paid special attention to the cow's legs, kneading her thighs until the animal winced. He was particularly entranced with her vaccination scar which looked like a pressed flower. Using the herding staff, Billy encouraged the cow to spread her legs wide, but other than the briefest touch, left her genitals unstroked. After 701 turned around he lingered over her buttocks, at one point resting his cheek briefly on her cheeks. When the cow was thoroughly dry, Billy left her with Joey and went to the storage racks at the side of the pen. There he took a large bucket made of galvanized tin of the shelf. The bucket had a rubber appendage sticking through on one side. This was the bucket's teat through which the cow would suck her liquid nourishment. Measuring the powered mix carefully, Billy spoke to Joey for the first time. "That's a fine cow you've got there Joey. I think you've got another blue ribbon sown up for sure." His voice was even and calm. But the front of his pants stood almost straight out from his body, a spreading wet stain at the farthest point belying his seeming control. Billy brought the bucket over to 701, who immediately knelt down in front of him. This was, after all, part of the usual feeding routine. Her hands reached up to Billy as though in supplication. Startled, Billy took a step backwards. "Billy, It's ok man. That bucket of formula isn't the only nourishment that cow wants from you. She's just trying to show it." Trembling slightly, Billy stepped forward again. Like an automaton his hands moved of their own volition to unbuckle his belt. To the companionship of a sound like a scale being played on a zither, his zipper was lowered, the sides of his fly parting like the Red Sea. Out poked a hard cock encased in white cotton made almost translucent by his leaking precum. His shorts were almost torn in his haste to free his tumescent member from its captivity. Then cow 701 leaned forward, her ovaled lips passing over the helmet-like head of her former brother's cock, compressing its flesh as they progressed back and forth across the stiff ridges. Billy began to moan. Her lips sealed around his dick like an o-ring. Her tongue danced a tarantella of delight around his prick's perimeter. Each stoke of her warm silky mouth squeezed Billy as though he was a tube of toothpaste with one last brush worth inside. Billy's legs began to shake. The young heifer increased the force of her suction. Billy could feel the sides of her cheeks rubbing along the sides of his prick. Billy's knees buckled and he fell to the floor. Her contact with his penis temporarily broken, cow 701 followed him to the concrete, twisting her body around in the process. Looking up Billy saw her legs looming over his head and falling fast. In self-defense he put up a hand but that only succeeded in spreading her thighs apart. 701 landed on the floor with a thud, her knees bookending Billy's head. As the cow returned to her assault on Billy's cock, Billy reached up with both hands to her ass and mashed the girl's cunt onto his face. His nose rubbed fiercely against the top of her triangle, his lips pressing against hers while his tongue wiggled its slippery way toward an entry into her pussy. She tastes delicious, he thought, spicy and clean. All those times she'd walk in on me in the bathroom at home, or when she'd prance bare assed past me in the hall,this is what I should have done. I don't care if she was my sister, or is my sister or if she's a cow. It doesn't matter now. I just want to come. And come he did. Billy thought he could have filled the bucket with the sperm this cow was coaxing from his cock. He expected his balls to be shrivelled down to the size of two early spring peas from the vigorous vacuuming cow 701 had given them. Certainly the cow's face would be covered with his cock cream, a result of the copious spending he just enjoyed. As 701 lifted herself off his body, Billy was surprised to see no traces of sperm on her face. I'll be damned. The little heifer swallowed it all, every last drop. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Joey, a st -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |