Message-ID: <6310eli$9802212311@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Eurytion Subject: Cannibal 4H Chapter Seven 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: <34EE255B.ADF@tripod.net> Warning: This narrative is not for everyone or, for that matter, even most people (although the fact that you're browsing ASSC suggests it will be to your taste). It is a continuation of the classic story "Cannibal 4-H" 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, don't 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 is being posted in instalments, one instalment every Friday until the story is completed. Each instalment contains one or two chapters. This is instalment four and contains Chapter Seven of my continuation of the saga Cannibal 4H by Neuralmancer. Previous instalments may be downloaded from Deja Vu's archive of ASSC or may be found in the weekly archives of alt.sex.stories.moderated operated by Eli the Bearded. Upon completion, this drama in its entirety will be sent to to the archives at Black Plague.org. As always, 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. And now Cannibal 4H Chapter Seven: At the Fair by Eurytion THIS YEAR THE WEATHER WAS cooperating with the fair's organizers. Moderate temperatures and gentle breezes had replaced last year's oven like heat and Santa Ana winds. As always, the Cannibal 4-H Fair announced its presence with the sweet, succulent smell of human cattle being roasted over wood fires tantalizing the nose long before the participants arrived at the grounds. One of the never ending debates occasioned by the fair was which wood was best. Competing cooks had actually been known to come to blows over this issue. Joey, like his father, was a traditionalist. Strong and hearty hickory for barbecues, sweet maple for smoking. Neither approved of mesquite, calling it a wood "fit only for dilettantes and dickheads." Linda Sue was not so rigid in her tastes. Although she agreed about mesquite, it was decent for quick grilling of steaks and chops but too long made the meat bitter, and liked the results you got with hickory and maple; she felt that oak and pecan brought out a more subtle range of rich flavours in the meat. Apple and cherry with their delicate fruity essences were her woods of choice for smoking human cattle, especially when the meat was lean. While fist fights had been fought over firewood, full scale wars had broken out over what was, next to the quality of the meat, considered to be the heart and soul of any real barbecue: the sauce. Thick or thin? Spicy or sweet? Mild or Hot? Tomato-based, mustard based or vinegar-based? Separate theatres of battle had been opened over the issues of rubs, pastes, marinades, mops and sops. In the end, the only thing the combatants could agree on was that those other idiots had no idea what made a really champion barbecue. Joey backed the farm's large flatbed truck up the pavilion. By prearrangement several hands from the farm were there to help unload a most unusual cargo. To the average passerby, the device would look like a giant aquarium made with smoky glass walls. In fact, it was the final home of the young lady formerly known as Valerie. Ten months under the artificial light of the veal pen had caused cow 701 to undergo some rather severe changes. Even a few minutes exposure to the most diffuse sunlight would cause her skin to burn. Joey would use a strong sunscreen to protect her on the way to Crenshaw's Superior Meats but the rules of the fair did not allow for any emollients to be placed on an animal's skin prior to judging. Her eyes, acclimated to the dim red light of the pen, would be blinded by any stronger illumination then she was used to. Thus the transfer box. Based on the techniques used to allow nocturnal animals to be viewed in the zoo, the box had special one-way windows on all of its sides. Inside the box was the same type of lighting system used in the veal pen. The plexiglass-like material had been specially tinted to give fairgoers the best possible view of cow 701 under the red lights. The box itself was big enough to accommodate the veal cage and five people. Joey could bring the three judges into the box and still have room to release cow 701 from the cage. It was, he thought as they muscled the box into its assigned spot in the pavilion, an innovative answer to the problem of showing human veal. After he was sure that the box was properly set up and cow 701 was safely inside, Joey went in search of Linda Sue. He didn't have far to go. As he suspected, Linda Sue was hanging around the butchering tent talking with Carl from Crenshaw's Superior Meat. "Joey, we've got to go to the Polynesian-style barbecue this year, even if it does cost extra. Carl says they airlifted three girls and all the fixings in from Fiji. They even brought a Fijian cook along so it will be as authentic as possible." Joey took Linda Sue by the arm and, saying his hellos and goodbyes to Carl at the same time, proceeded towards the food tent. Along the way they passed the open pit. Because it was early in the fair, only two girls were turning on spits, their flesh turning to a golden brown above the climbing flames. A slab of ribs on his plate with extra sauce on the side, Joey sat down at a table across from Linda Sue. As always, no knives, forks or spoons were provided to the diners, hands being the only acceptable form of tableware for use at the fair. Linda Sue was indulging herself in an early afternoon meal of smoked bull pricks smothered in a sea of green chile sauce with pobale on the side. "After we're done eating," he told his girlfriend between mouthfuls. "I'd like you to go with me to the supply pavilion. Dad wants to throw a special feast after the fair is over. We'll handle the details. Crenshaw's already agreed to butcher those three human heifers we've been keeping for a special occasion. Al said you can help if you want. Got to get as many things arraigned today as we can." Linda Sue felt her pussy beginning to dampen. "You've been working with those three while I've been concentrating on the veal project. How do you think they should be prepared?" Linda Sue didn't need any time to formulate her response. "I think the cow in stall 11 would be perfect for whole carcass oven roasting. Her black skin would really look good on a platter set off by a bed of rice or some potatoes. Maybe we could leave the head on and serve her with an apple in her mouth. "We'll take cow 22 and have Crenshaw's smoke her. She's almost finished cattle now and a week on high nutrient density concentrates should top her off. Those hams of hers will be great eating. We'll serve them bone in and just do a spiral carve around the bone. I'll let you use maple to smoke this one, she's a little too fat for anything else. "That last cow, we'll spit barbecue. You said your dad wants this to be a special feast so I really think we should use pecan wood. She's young, only 17 and tender. The pecan will burn slower and more consistently. We'll get some spectacular meat of that one if you do it my way." The crowds were beginning to increase as the two human cattle ranchers made their way to the supply tents. Although the main judging wouldn't be held for another two days, there were enough activities already underway to attract fairgoers to the grounds. The inside of the supply pavilion was honeycombed with individual booths and exhibits. More than 600 companies were taking advantage of the fair to display their wares. The pavilion was roughly divided up into sections, each one coinciding with the general type of merchandise being presented. Although they were primarily interested in the restaurant supply section, the gleaming chrome of a Jessica 3000 processing machine glittering under a bank of spotlights caught their eye, a dozen television screens above the machine replaying the classic tape of television anchor Merideth Vierra being personally prepared by Merle Hill for her company's picnic. A large sign announced Mr. Hill would be making an special appearance at the fair. Another solicited volunteers for his scheduled demonstration. Joey found it difficult to stop watching the tape. In his mind's eye he could see Linda Sue being processed in place of Merideth; his cock growing rock-hard at the thought of flicking the final switch to drive the spit fully into an unsuspecting Linda Sue. For her part, Linda Sue was also imagining herself taking Merideth's place but, unlike the hapless anchor, with full knowledge of the consequences of being strapped in place on the apparatus. She could feel her juices beginning to leak down the inside of her thighs. A salesperson for Hill's interrupted their hypnotic study of the display. "One look at the two of you and I can tell you like what you see up there," referring to their aroused state. "We've been looking for a volunteer for Merle to process during the demonstration. Mam, you would be just about perfect. If you'd like to sign these papers," he said shoving a clipboard with a voluntary meat registration form at Linda Sue, "we could get everything set up for tomorrow." Linda Sue's hand shifted slightly toward the clipboard then stopped. Thanking the salesperson for his interest Joey declined the proposal to Linda Sue and began to move on down the aisle. "If you change your mind, just come on back. I know Mr. Hill would be pleased to pop your sow for you even if you didn't want to use the Jessica," he called out to the pair as Linda Sue looked wistfully back over her shoulder at the display. Deep in their individual thoughts, the pair were silent as they proceed deeper into the pavilion. It was only after they had reached the restaurant supply section that they found themselves able to speak. Linda Sue began to flutter between the various displays, excited at the opportunity to pick the best equipment possible. In the end, they ordered a new aluminum whole carcass roasting pan with a special Pyrex top which would allow guest to watch the cow roast; a new set of German Solingen steel cleavers, forks and carving knives; and a full complement of Spode serving platters and dishes including two specially designed for bone in human hams and a reenforced silver-edged whole carcass platter. The most time was spent deciding on the equipment for the barbecue. Linda Sue was quite unreasonably finicky about her selections, taking close to an hour to examine almost every variety of spit available at the fair. The bipedal cow chosen for this portion of the meal was a close approximation to Linda sue in both age and body type. At 5' 7", the human cow stood an two inches higher than Linda Sue and at 143 pounds, weighed five pounds more. The doomed girl's udders were two inches bigger and a full size larger than Linda Sue's 36 D's, the results of injections as well as the special tit food. Nevertheless, the Joey's girl and his girlfriend were near enough matches to allow Linda Sue to use herself as a template while making decisions on which equipment would work best. Linda Sue threw herself into this job with a passion; insisting on being tied to each of her final three choices, hoisted onto a pair of Y-bars and rotated as though she was the torso being roasted. This led Joey to speculate once again about how appealing and satisfying it would be to actually see Linda Sue rotating over a real hickory fire; her clear, savory juices dripping from cracks in a skin turned tawny from the heat of the flames. In the end, she settled on having a Perro brand spit custom built. Composed of a special carbon/Kevlar composite, the hollow spit would have a diameter of 1 1/2". At 7' 7" long, it would extend 1 1/2' past each end of the torso. The custom spit would have the patented Perro "surgical needle" point at one end. After the cow was impaled, the ends of the spit would be attached to a matched set of non-conducting handles allowing for easy, burn-free turning by hand. One of the handles was also adaptable for use with a mechanized rotisserie unit. Between their perusal of the Jessica 3000 and Linda Sue's active examination of the various spits; the lover's hormonal levels were at a elevated peak. It took them only minutes after Joey had signed the purchase orders for the party to find their way to the fuck tent and begin to make use of the coital facilities. Lying on his back, a small dark canvas bag within reach, Joey insisted that Linda Sue get on top. Horny and needing release she didn't argue. Her hands trapped Joey's member and, without any preliminary foreplay, placed it at the entrance to her pussy.Moving in tandem, Joey thrust upwards while Linda Sue drove down. The result was a quick and complete sheathing of Joey's dick into the recesses of Linda Sue's cunt. Linda Sue began to slide up and down on Joey like a wooden pony on a carousel pole, Joey's hands kneading her tits between his fingers. She moved faster and faster, Joey squeezed harder. Suddenly her tits were visited by a complete absence of touch. Wondering what was happening, Linda Sue was startled to have Joey grab her by the hair and snap her head back. Looking straight forward, Linda Sue saw Joey give her one of the hand signals used to herd his human cattle. She stopped cold. Joey tugged on her hair again, stinging her scalp. His hand repeated the signal. In response, Linda Sue bent forward at the waist until her breasts were smashed against Joey's chest. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Joey's left hand entering the canvas bag he had brought to their bed. His right hand let go of her hair. She continued to watch for signals. Joey's left hand reentered her field of vision. Already stimulated to a high pitch Linda Sue began to quiver. In Joey's hand was an foot-long sample of a Perro roasting spit, the Dolcett model made of cold-rolled iron with a blunt-end cap. Its Teflon coating gleamed with a thin coat of lubricant. Joey reached down behind her. She felt her buttocks part. The spit pressed hard at her puckered rose. Her opening began to widen; the spit slipping into her portal. Linda Sue grunted welcoming the invader. Joey pushed harder and the spit probed deeper into as yet uncharted territories. As Joey continued to push, Linda Sue felt the first sensations of panic. "Please Joey, that's far enough." Joey ignored her pleading, pressing the spit in further. "Joey, I can't take any more. Stop." "Merideth took 10 inches of anal spit. You can take 12," replied Joey relentlessly advancing the spit forward. Linda Sue began to rock back and forth, propelling Joey's prick in and out of her now gushing vagina at the same time aiding the entrance of the spit higher into her bowel. All pretence at control was lost. In her lust, Linda Sue only wanted two things; to take the entire length of the spit within her and to come. Neither were denied her. Just as her ass closed over the distant end of the spit her body was racked with a series of wrenching orgasms, leaving her to collapse limp and drained onto top of a similarly satiated Joey. Later that night, Linda Sue sat on the edge of her bed worry etching her features. In her hand was the sample spit that Joey had so skilfully used to coax her to climax. Is this really going to be my fate? Am I really going to wind up on someone's plate? It was exciting when it was just an unobtainable fantasy. Now that Joey is beginning to treat me like a cow can a real spit be that far off? Is that what I really want? I better be sure because there'll be no turning back. TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR CHAPTER EIGHT: THE JUDGING BY EURYTION -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |