The world changed at the end of 2012.  The increasingly destructive natural disasters, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions,  and super storms cause by the warming of the earthÕs atmosphere in the two or three years preceding 2012 had decimated the worldÕs population.  The solar storms that started early in that year, steadily increasing in ferocity, had plunged the remaining civilization into chaos.  The cluster fuck of solar flares in December 2012 and the resulting geomagnetic storm knocked out communication and took down power grids all over the planet leaving society without power and running water.  The veneer of civilization, it turns out, is paper thin.  Take away the trappings of society, strip them of all the conveniences on which they are dependent, and humans will revert to the more animalistic ways of their prehistoric ancestors.  It was no longer an anthropological hypothesis.  It had been proven beyond doubt when the grids went down and all those softened by their dependence on technology had found themselves in a life and death struggle because they couldnÕt buy food from the supermarket  and if they managed to find food they had no way to cook it.  Then there were the outbreaks of cholera and typhoid fever.  The monkeys in the cities and towns didnÕt know what to do when the toilets stopped flushing and running water became a thing of the past.  Once again the population of the world dropped drastically.  Local feuds broke out over food supplies.  The military stepped in and tried to maintain order for a while, but without communications things broke down quickly.  Territorial warlords emerged from the chaos and things settled into a feudal system without a centralized government.   Claims were staked and new, local orders and laws were established.  From one district to another around the globe no one knew for sure how their neighboring territories were doing, or what.And nobody cared.****Jackson stretched then ran his hands through the hair of the female bobbing its head up and down over his groin.  HeÕd brought the cunt into his bed the night before to take care of his physical needs and had instructed it to wake him early.  He was hosting a barbecue for the districtÕs most powerful families this afternoon and although it didnÕt know it yet, the sow so expertly sucking his cock was on the menu.He opened his eyes and watched the girl pig swirl her tongue around the head of his morning wood before sucking his rigid cock back into its warm mouth and plunging down to swallow most of the shaft.  He wrapped its hair around his hands and began thrusting into the girl pigÕs mouth.  It gagged when he pushed the head of his prick into its throat.  His balls began to churn and he used his grip on the pigÕs hair to move its head up and down faster as he forced his cock into its throat.  His balls drew up and released a torrent of semen that rushed through his pulsing penis to erupt into the sowÕs gullet.  The cunt sow gurgled as it tried to swallow it all with the head of his cock buried in its throat.Jackson released the cuntÕs hair and relaxed back against the pillows as it dutifully licked and sucked his cum from his softening cock.  When it finished the pig remained kneeling on the bed beside him.  He sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed.  Dragging it with him as he entered the bathroom he shoved it roughly to its knees on the cold tile and stood over it.  The sow reached for his flaccid cock and sucked him into its mouth.  He relaxed and released a stream of strong, morning piss that the girl pig swallowed thirstily.  It was all the sow had been allowed in the previous three days.  His cum had been its only meal, his piss all itÕd had to drink.  Even though the two sows and the boar he was butchering for the barbecue were going to be cleaned out thoroughly he still had them fast for a few days before they were slaughtered.He left the cunt kneeling on the floor and stepped into the shower.  He adjusted the temperature of the water and stood in the stream lathering his hair and body.  He rinsed and got out.  Reaching for a towel he dried his fit body and walked naked back into the bedroom to dress.  The sow followed on its hands and knees then waited silently.Jackson sat on the bottom of the bed to pull on his boots then stood and grasped the sow by the back of her neck.  ŅCome on, cunt,Ó he said pulling it to its feet.  ŅTime to get started.Ó****In the slaughter house Jackson put on the heavy vinyl apron and then turned to the sow heÕd slept with the night before.  ŅYou wash and chop the vegetables for the stuffing,Ó he instructed indicating the huge mixing bowl filled with celery, onions and mushrooms.The pig turned on the water in the large stainless steel sink and Jackson turned his attention to the boar and sow that hung by their wrists over the trough that ran along one side of the room, a steady stream of water running from one end to the other.  Their ankles were cuffed to chains attached to O rings on the floor forcing their legs to straddle the trough. The boar bellowed angrily as Jackson approached.  Ignoring itÕs futile rage, he picked up the hose with its thick 10Ó inch metal nozzle and turned the water on full force before shoving it all the way into the pigÕs ass.  The boar shrieked as cold water shot into its torn rectum, flooding its bowels and bloating its belly.  Jackson waited till water was forcing itÕs way out of the pigÕs anus around the thick nozzle before he pulled it out and directed the flow of water into the trough as filthy water exploded from the pigÕs ass.  When the animal had expelled everything from its cramping belly Jackson shoved the nozzle back in and repeated the process.After the third time the water expelled from the boarÕs bowels ran completely clear.  Jackson shoved the hose in one last time and filled the pigÕs belly again.  As the water ran out of the boarÕs distended anus, Jackson stepped up next to the sow hanging several feet behind it.The sows heÕd chosen for the barbecue were young.  No more than sixteen or seventeen, theyÕd both borne more than one piglet, but they were still firm and would provide sweet, juicy meat for his guests.  The sow blubbered as he hooked two fingers in itÕs cunt and rammed the huge nozzle into its tiny ass.  Its scream echoed through the room.When he was satisfied that the sow was thoroughly cleaned out, Jackson turned off the water and tossed the hose off to the side.  He pulled a large galvanized tub over to the trough and placed it between the boarÕs legs.  He selected a gutting knife and opened the boar from its gullet to its pubic bone.  Its entrails spilled out and it hung there twitching as Jackson cleaned out its abdominal cavity.  He grabbed its flaccid penis and gathered its ball sack into his hand.  Pulling them both away from the boarÕs convulsing body, he used the knife to cut them cleanly off.  Crossing to the metal sink, Jackson dropped the organs into the bowl of vegetables the sow was chopping.ŅRemove the testicles from the sack and slice them nice and thin along with the penis and fry them up with the vegetables to use in the stuffing,Ó he ordered buresquely.The well trained pig knew better than to speak to him, but it nodded its understanding and continued its chore.  Jackson rinsed the bloody gutting knife and slipped it into a pocket in his apron as he turned back to finish dressing the boar.  The large pig was still twitching as Jackson turned on the bone saw and used it to slice through the sternum.  He pushed the blades of the spreader into the long cut and firmly squeezed the handles together to open the boarÕs chest with a loud crack.  He pushed his hand in and closed it around the weakly throbbing heart and squeezed till it stopped beating before he pulled the organ from the chest cavity.  He dropped it into the tub with the pigÕs intestines and abdominal organs.  The lungs followed as Jackson finished emptying the pig.He used his foot to push the tub down the trough to rest between the sowÕs legs.  The girl pigÕs stomach heaved and green bile dribbled from its mouth and down its chin.  Jackson sighed in exasperation and reached for the wand nozzle of the high pressure hose.  He blasted the cunt in the face with the stinging spray and it gasped and coughed violently.He dropped the wand and pulled the gutting knife from his pocket.  The sow moaned miserably, itÕs head hanging between itÕs shoulders.  He pushed the blade into the hollow of the sowÕs throat and drew it downward between the breasts and across the firm, flat stomach.  He pulled the incision apart and thrust his hands into its belly and dumped the intestines into the tub.The dogs were going to eat good today.  He emptied the abdominal cavity and picked up the circular bone saw to split the still conscious sowÕs sternum.  Using the spreader, he cracked open itÕs chest and pulled the pulsing heart out.  His hand streaked the cuntÕs jaw as he lifted the head so it could watch him take a bite out of the still beating organ meat.  The sowÕs warm blood spurted over his chin as he tore a piece off and chewed.  The heart in his hand spasmed and stopped beating and the pigÕs eyes glazed over in shock, its brain still registering the sight.He pulled the heart free of itÕs connected blood vessels and dropped it in with the entrails.  He pulled the lungs from the carcass and finished emptying it.  Picking up the pressure washer, he sprayed out the carcasses, then washed them down.  He lifted the boar down from the hook and placed it on a rolling cart.  Jackson rolled the cart to the small guillotine with the weighted blade and positioned the boarÕs head in the lunette.  He released the blade and the head fell into the trash can placed to catch it.  He took another cart and rolled it back to the carcass of the freshly butchered sow.  Once both the heads had been removed, Jackson retrieved the bone saw and changed the blade out for a larger one.  Lifting the boarÕs carcass onto the stainless steal work table in the center of the room, he used the saw to cut the pig into two halves for grilling before removing the arms at the shoulders.  Those he would freeze to be used in soup or stew during the winter months.  Laying the two halves of the boar on the table with the inside down, he bent the leg at the knee and pushed the thigh up against the carcass.  He wound heavy string around the ankle and secured it to the top of the thigh, then pushed a large skewer through the meat of the thigh and into the carcass to hold the leg in the desired positioning for grilling. When he had finished with the boar he did the same with the sow.  He stacked the four slabs of meat on one cart and pushed it toward the door before getting the pressure hose to clean off the work table.  He looked over at the cunt that was mixing the vegetables and meat it had sautˇed into a huge bowl of bread crumbs it had moistened with well seasoned broth.  The pig looked at him nervously and he knew it was wondering where the stuffing was going to go.  He smiled reassuringly as he started toward the sow.ŅIt smells good,Ó he said as he reached its side.The girl pig turned its attention back to the bowl and he watched silently as it mixed the ingredients thoroughly.  It diligently scrapped the crumbs up from the bottom of the bowl and folded the cooked mixture in without spilling anything onto the counter.  As the sow laid the spoon on the counter, Jackson wrapped his arms around it pinning its arms to its sides.  The sow squealed and kicked.  It squirmed in his arms until he dropped it.  As it struggled to rise he kicked it hard in the face.  The pig crumpled unconscious at his feet.  He didnÕt have the time to fight with a frightened sow.  He quickly bound itÕs wrists and and suspended it from a hook above the trough.  After spreading the sowÕs legs and cuffing itÕs ankles, he set about cleaning the sow out.  The girl pig regained consciousness as he pushed the nozzle deep into itÕs bowels the fourth and last time.  The sow cried softly as he rubbed itÕs tightening belly.  He allowed the water to continue flowing until she was so full that the water was forced out of her tightly stretched anus, spraying out around the thick metal nozzle.He pulled the nozzle out of the sowÕs ass and dropped it into the trough as clear water gushed out of the pigÕs suspended body.  He leaned down and uncuffed the pigÕs ankles, then straightened up and lifted it off the hook.  He tossed it over his shoulder and carried it back to the stainless steel work table.  He loosened the rope at its wrists and slipped it off.  Holding both the sowÕs arms behind itÕs back with one hand, Jackson picked up a spool of wire from the tray by the table and wound it tightly around itÕs wrists.  He cut the wire and twisted the ends together then laid the sow back on on the table.  He spread its legs wide, clamping itÕs ankles to the legs of the table.  He moved to the other end of the table and pulled the girl pig up until its head hung down over the edge.  He bent its neck back painfully and locked the semi circular clamp over its forehead.The sow didnÕt struggle anymore.  Its body was so tightly stretched that it couldnÕt have if it wanted to.  It whimpered, though.  Jackson gathered the pigs hair together and wound it around his left hand.  He picked up the kitchen sheers and hacked it off close to the scalp, tossing it into the trash can with the other pigÕs heads.He picked up the 6Õ long metal pole as he returned to the other end of the table.  It was about 6 1/2Ó around and hollow with a blunted 6Ó point screwed tightly to one end and a 14Ó anal spit to stabilize the carcass welded to the pole about a foot from the other end.  Once the spit had been passed through the sowÕs body the point would be removed.  As Jackson started  to push the point into the sowÕs vagina the door opened and his oldest son, Trace, entered dragging the fifteen year old sow that had borne his first grandson.  Trace grinned as he pushed the cowering pig girl toward the work table.  Jackson stopped what he was doing and leaned the spit against the table.ŅGet that cunt out of here,Ó he snapped at his son.  ŅYou know none of the stock ever sees a spitting.ÓIt saved a lot of grief keeping the facts of live spitting from the pigs.  They knew better than to speak in front of men, but they talked among themselves.  He didnÕt want to have to deal with hysterical sows every time he hosted a barbecue.Trace smiled widely at his father.  A good looking young man with his fatherÕs dark hair and blue eyes, he had an air of confidence that stopped just short of arrogance.  His father doted on him and he knew it.ŅIÕm going to live spit the sow in front of our guests and put it over the coals while itÕs still alive and conscious,Ó Trace announced brightly.  ŅI had the pit dug first thing this morning and the coals are already lit.ÓJackson grinned back at his boy and clapped him on the back.  The first time Trace had succeeded in live spitting a pig girl he had discover something his dad hadnÕt realized.  The pigs could last a good twenty minutes after they had been spitted and gutted as long as the lungs and heart were untouched.  Jackson was proud of the boy.  TraceÕs sadism outshone his fatherÕs by far.ŅThat beats the entertainment I have planned,Ó he said as he picked the spit up again.  ŅHang the cunt and get it cleaned out.ÓTrace had already given the sow several large, soapy enemas, but he had planned to rinse it out in the slaughter house.  He dragged the pig over to the trough and lifted its arms to hang it on one of the overhead hooks by the rope that bound its wrists.  After restraining the sowÕs ankles he returned to the work table to watch his dad spit his sow.Jackson was fucking the sow with about 8Ó of the pole.  The lips of its cunt were so tightly stretched that the flesh was white.  Blood trickled from the bottom of its vagina and ran down over the sowÕs anus.  The pig grunted every time Jackson forced a little too much of the pole into its body.Trace watched, fascinated as the sowÕs body tensed.  It was moaning as the spit moved slowly in and out.  It strained against its bounds to lift its hips.  The pig cried out as its cunt began to clench around the spit and Jackson leaned forward and shoved the point of the spit into the sowÕs abdominal cavity.  It screamed as he adjusted the angle and applied slow, steady pressure.  The sow panted and groaned as the blunt tip bumped along itÕs spine.  ItÕs body shook violently as the pole progressed with agonizing slowness on its short journey through its quivering abdomen.  In all its young life it had never felt such intense pain.  Nothing the sadistic man that owned it had ever done before,  Not the birth of the three piglets he had sired on the pig, had caused this much agony.Jackson paused and twisted the pole slightly inside the pig girl to line up the tip of the anal spit with the tight pucker of the sowÕs anus. He had only pushed two or three inches into itÕs ass before the point of the pole made contact with the pigÕs diaphragm.  The pig sobbed as he pulled back and rocked the pole in and out in short, quick strokes, feeling to make sure the point was still on its spine.  He pushed the pole in hard until the dull point tore through the muscle and passed into the sowÕs chest.  He stopped and took a deep breath before he started to slowly push the spit very carefully between the pigÕs lungs and beneath its heart.  The sow panted.  The pressure in its chest was exquisitely painful.  The agony of the anal spit sliding slowly deeper than anything had ever been before caused her vision to blur as her heart beat loudly in her ears.  When Jackson stopped again as the point reached the base of its throat the sow lost its mind.ŅKill me!Ó it shrieked.  ŅFUCK!  Just kill me!ÓTrace laughed as Jackson pushed the point into the sowÕs throat silencing it forever as the thick pole crushed the pigÕs larynx.  The pig girlÕs blue eyes widened as its mouth was forced open and it watched the bloody point slowly emerge.  Jackson continued to push until the base of the anal spit was pressed tightly against the sowÕs perineum.  The pig struggled to draw air into its lungs.  It was suffocating on the pole.  Only the smallest amount of air moved through its ruined throat.  The pain was fading to a dull ache now that the pole had stopped moving, but its lungs were screaming for oxygen.  It felt Jackson release the restraints on its ankles and lift its legs to bind itÕs feet to the spit with more wire.  Trace removed the clamp from the sowÕs forehead and it was turned onto its side.The tub of entrails and organs was slid across the tile floor and placed next to the table.  With itÕs head still forced back, now by the spit, the pig couldnÕt see anything that was going on.  It didnÕt care anymore.  Death would come soon.Trace unscrewed the point from the end of the spit and tossed it into the sink with a loud clatter.  Jackson sliced the sow open and pulled itÕs entrails out letting them fall into the tub.  The sowÕs body convulsed as he emptied itÕs abdominal cavity.  He retrieved the pressure washer and sprayed  out the pigs abdomen.  The sow was rolled onto its back again and Jackson rubbed the inside of its abdominal cavity with salt before filling it with the stuffing it had prepared.  Trace ran his fingers around the pole at the opening of the pigÕs vagina.  It was so tightly stretched it looked as though the skin would split.  He felt it quiver at his touch and he began stroking its clit.  The swollen nub stiffened and Trace flicked it with the tip of his finger.  He could both see and feel the spasms that were beginning as the opening of the pigÕs cunt convulsed on the pole that held it open.Jackson stitched the incision closed to hold the stuffing in and picked up the bone saw to cut through the sowÕs sternum.  As he spread its ribs the pig silently screamed in complete and total agony while cumming harder than it ever had in itÕs life.  It was aware as Jackson pulled its heart and lungs out of its chest and dropped them into the tub.  The sow blinked rapidly for a few long seconds, its body twitching and shaking as the orgasm crested and faded.  Its oxygen starved brain ceased functioning and the sow stared glassily straight ahead.