Cannibal 4H Chapter Three: The Slaughtering by Eurytion
JOEY TWISTED NERVOUSLY in his seat as the Japanese Airlines 747 approached
Tokyo's Narita Airport. Next to him, gazing out the window sat Linda Sue.
"Well, Joey," she reminded him, "I told you that you were the best junior human
cattle raiser around. And now, since you've won three Blue Ribbons at the
Cannibal 4-H Fair, other people know it too. That's why we're going to Japan, to
teach them how we raise human cattle in America and to learn how they raise
their special Waygua cattle. I've been looking forward to this for a long
time."
Three blue ribbons, mused Joey. It wasn't all that long ago that Linda Sue
started them on this journey by putting a big smile on Joey's dad's 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 Joey's 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 Joey's 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. Crenshaw's 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 Joey's human cattle. A stocky
man of about 5' 10'' 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 store's logo, a stylized depiction of a young lady presented on a
roasting platter.
"I'm glad you both could be here," Mr. Crenshaw told Joey and Linda Sue. "Even
though you're both farm kids, I wasn't 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."
"You know Joey," he laughed, running his eyes up and down Linda Sue. "Your
girlfriend just has quite a nice way of getting a person to do what she wants.
You keep listening to her and you're going to go far."
Mr. Crenshaw walked the two young ranchers out to the back where Joey's
prizewinning cow was waiting in an individual pen.
The culmination of months of effort, Joey's 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.
"Your 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 she's butchered," he said.
"Mr. Crenshaw, where are all the other human cattle, " asked Linda Sue? "Even
though you did pay top dollar for Joey's 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 haven't already butchered them have you," she asked rather
dejectedly.
"Nope. We're starting with Joey's cow first and we'll get to the others later.
But I have to tell you kids that Crenshaw Superior Meats does things
differently," he said with a touch or pride. "We don't believe in the assembly
line approach to butchering any more than Joey used the assembly line method to
raise this cow."
Joey, who couldn't help noticing that Mr. Crenshaw kept directing most of his
remarks to Linda Sue, was curious enough to ask "What do you mean differently?"
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.
"Sure, Mr. Crenshaw" said Linda Sue. "I 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."
"Don't feel bad Linda Sue. A lot of young girls get aroused at the fair and a
lot of young men too, right Joey," he asked with a wink. "That's why we set up
the coitus tent.
"By the way Linda Sue, I'd like you to do me a favour."
"What's that," she asked?
"Quit calling me Mr. Crenshaw. I already feel old enough without you treating me
like I was your grandfather. You can call me Al," he requested. "That goes for
you too, Joey," he added as an afterthought. "From now on not I'm not Mr.
Crenshaw, I'm Al.
"Anyway," he continued. "Having 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 don't 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.
" We don't 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 Crenshaw's talks about superior meats we mean it. Calm, happy cattle
slaughtered peacefully provide us with the high calibre of meat that made our
reputation."
As they came closer to the holding pen, Joey's cow came up to the fence. Joey's
responded by patting his farm's trademark bun on her head and slowly talking
with her. "Good girl," he said. "We're going to go for a little walk now. It
won't be far. Come on girl. Let's go."
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.
"I want you to just walk her over to the chute," Al instructed. "Once she's in,
I'll shut the gate behind her and we can begin the process. If you both do your
job right, she'll be bled out and ready for butchering in about ten minutes."
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 Joey's 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. "Once 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.
"In just a few steps after the bend, she'll 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 you'll have to
stretch her neck just a little to place the headband around her forehead," Al
directed.
"Joey, once Linda Sue has the headband in place, you'll 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."
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 cow's 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 someone's supper,
reached the end of the chute, Linda Sue was ready. Reaching out with both hands
she grasped the cow's head and set it softly onto the restraint. While one hand
kept the cow's 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 cow's 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 cow's 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 butcher's 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 cow's
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 cow's head forward.
"Well," said Al. "That's all there is. In about another minute or so we'll be
sure she's dead and we'll 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 she'll be marked,
graded and butchered into parts. By this time tomorrow she'll be gracing some of
the finest dinner tables in the county.
"You did a hell of a job raising this one Joey. I'd like you to think about
entering into an exclusive contract with us. We'd be glad to sponsor you for the
fair each year. But, in exchange, we'd get right of first refusal on all your
human cattle."
Al turned to Linda Sue whose eyes were glazed and whose breathing was
quickening. He noticed a large damp spot on Linda Sue's sun dress just below the
waist. Although it didn't seem possible, Linda Sue's nipples were even more
distended than the cow's 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.
"I suppose you two would like to spend some time alone now," Al remarked. "I've
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 you're ever
interested, I might have something for you here at Crenshaw's Superior Meats,
either a job or some other position."
"Thanks Al," replied Linda Sue smiling. "I have to tell you I cheated just a
little. Once you said we could help with this slaughter ---well I didn't want to
embarrass myself by being clumsy so I persuaded your butcher Carl to let me
rehearse before today." As Al shook his head, Linda Sue took Joey's hand and
walked over to open the door to the shop's 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. "Take me from behind, Joey," she commanded. Joey
was only too happy to comply. His prick was rock hard, both from watching the
slaughter and from Linda Sue's 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.
"Not there," she told Joey. "Not today." Joey was confused. If she didn't 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 Sue's bowels. "Oh Joey," she
cried out her voice catching. "Oh yes, oh yes, deeper Joey deeper. Impale me, oh
god yes, impale meeee."
Joey relentlessly pounded Linda Sue's 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 Sue's 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
"cowlike" 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?