Message-ID: <32357asstr$999504602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Neuralmancer" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Original-Message-ID: <3B926C7D.19627.F41A1C@localhost> Priority: normal Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from Quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id SAA03363 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2001 17:29:33 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} RP Cannibal 4H chapters 1 and 2 {Neuralmancer} (MF cannibal) Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2001 04:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw These are the two chapters of Cannibal 4H written by me. The remaining chapters written by Eurytion, chapters 3 to 20, may be found on the asstr archive. 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. End, Chapter 1 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 cow's 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. 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