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Subject: {ASSM} The Butcher's Assistant {Neuralmancer} (MF sci-fi cannibal)
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This is a sequal to the story "Invasion".



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THE BUTCHER'S ASSISTANT,

an unauthorized sequel to "INVASION"

by Neural11mancer

PRELUDE

It had been twenty years since the invasion.  The
introduction of Somnogas into the Earth's atmosphere had
for the most part eliminated any resistance from the
Human's.  For the most part was the operative phrase.
Even to the present day, small bands of humans, somehow
resistant to the effects of the somnogas, had remained free.
Their subjugation was taking longer than anyone had
expected.  The capture of a wild human, particularly a wild
female human had become a significant event.

The demand for human female flesh by the home world had
quickly exceeded the available supply.  No where else in the
universe was there to be found a food stock with such an amount
of the Primary Regenerative Substance, the mixture of
endorphins and sex hormones found particularly in the
stimulated human female.  To remedy the supply problem,
great breeding farms had to be established.  At such
locations human females were bred to supply dinner tables
across the empire.

Being that the invaders were unfamiliar with ranching, the
rearing of domesticated cattle had long since disappeared
from the home world, a model for the large scale
production of live stock was borrowed from the humans.
Out of necessity, the techniques the humans used for cattle
ranching were duplicated down to the smallest detail.  The
only change was the substitution of naked human females
and a few carefully selected human males for cows and
bulls.

Although the breeding of human females now resembled
that of cows, their transformation into food differed
markedly.  Unlike the four legged version, the farm raised
human females remained alive until the very end.  Brought
to "meat packing plants", each human female was merely
readied for cooking, not necessarily killed.  To maximize the
endorphin level, the invader's preferred to have the women
die either immediately prior to cooking or while being
cooked.  Death was never swift.

Unfortunately the endorphin levels of the farm raised
human females never quite matched that of the wild
variety.  Consequentially the capture and subsequent
cooking of a wild human female became quite a notable
event.  A wild human female would fetch a high price in
the market place

Realizing that they were in danger of losing an irreplaceable
resource, the high lords of the empire soon ordered the
establishment of small isolated human wild life preserves.  The
structure of these preserves were not much unlike the game
preserves that human kind had created.  Within these areas human
kind would be allowed to exist at a primitive, but otherwise
unaltered state.  From time to time, hunting trips by the new lords
of the earth would be made into the human preserves to capture
fresh young wild human females for the high lords culinary
pleasure.  Such is the situation that our heroine, Cathy finds
herself.

DAY 1:  CATHY IS SOLD

"Oh my lords, behold our next offering, a wild female!
Shall the bidding begin at one hundred credits?", barked the
auctioneer.

Cathy stood naked in the warm summer sun.  Up upon a raised
platform the auctioneer held Cathy by a short chain attached to a
tight fitting leather collar.  Cathy's only other garment was a large
ball gag lodged deep within Cathy's mouth.  Looking about the
platform upon which she stood, Cathy could make only slight cries
of protest.  With a quick prod of his stick, the auctioneer sharply
prodded Cathy's inner thighs.  Although Cathy knew none of the
alien tongue, she promptly got the message and spread her legs a
bit further apart.  The crowd below had a full view of Cathy's
charms.  The crowd's yells however had little effect on her, fear
had long ago completely overtaken her.  Cathy just stood upright
like a statue upon the platform.

The auctioneer systematically proceeded to display Cathy from her
head on down to her feet.  With his free hand, the auctioneer lifted
up Cathy's long jet black hair for all to see.  "Look at this my
friends!  Whenever have any of you seen such a mane on the farm
bred stock?"

The auctioneer's free hand then moved down to Cathy's ample, yet
firm breasts.  Cupping Cathy's right breast is his large hand, the
auctioneer tightly squeezed Cathy's tit flesh.  Cathy lower jaw
tightened with a show of grimace upon feeling the pain.  "What
fine breast meat!  Your mouths most be watering at the sight of
this lovely creature.  All it takes is a few credits and she's available
for your favorite recipe."

Cathy momentarily relaxed when the auctioneer released her
abused breast.  Her respite was short.  Moving his hand still lower,
the auctioneer crudely pinched a portion of Cathy's belly flesh.
Again Cathy steadied herself in the presence of the auctioneer's
abuse.  "Look how lean this female's meat is!  Rarely is a
domestically bred human female as lean as the wild variety.  We
all
know of the medical branch's recommendations lately that we
should all follow a low human diet.  Need to cut down on all that
yummy human flesh.  Well, you'll have no feeling of guilt with
this one."

Nothing prepared Cathy for what came next.  Without warning, the
auctioneer released Cathy's belly flesh and adroitly forced his long
index finger deep into Cathy's cunt.  Cathy almost jumped off of
the platform in shock.  Despite the ball gag, the auctioneer and
most
of the crowd heard Cathy emit a muffled cry of anguish.  The
auctioneer smiled as he continued his tirade.  "Oh my dear lords,
just look at what a response I've achieved with so little stimulation!
Just think of the levels of endorphins that must be building up
within her lovely body."

Upon Cathy's response to the auctioneer's not so subtle stimulation
the bidding increased markedly.  The auctioneer was going to get
an exceptionally good price for this one.  Finally, after a long
series of bids and counter bids, someone shouted, "One thousand
credits!".

The auctioneer beamed with delight.  One thousand credits was an
unheard of price for a human female, even for a wild one.  Just to
make sure that he heard the bid correctly, the auctioneer queried
the crowd..  "Can the person who made the last bid please step
forward?"

The crowd then separated into two halves while the maker of the
unusually high bid walked forward towards the platform.  Finally
there appeared to the auctioneer's clear view a short and somewhat
stocky man.  More than just wide in stature, this person showed a
definite pot belly, brought about no doubt from a habit of good
eating.  "I made the bid, now does anyone dare to outbid me?"

The auctioneer could just barely believe his good fortune.  "Yes
indeed, do I hear a higher bid?"  The auctioneer paused.  No
response came from the crowd.  The auctioneer then continued.
"Going once, going twice, sold to the lord in front for one
thousand credits!"

With no further ado, Cathy's new owner stepped up to the platform
to claim his new property.  It took a few minutes for the gravity of
the situation to sink into Cathy's mind.  She had been sold.  At the
instant of realization the desire to run away over came Cathy.  It
was no use.  Just as Cathy tried to free herself from her eventual
fate, her new owner merely gave a strong tug on the chain
connected to her collar.  The force of the man's pull almost broke
Cathy's neck.  She would think twice before attempting such a
move again.

Naked and tethered by a chain to her collar, Cathy was pulled
through the alien lord's city to a waiting transport.  No one had
bothered to remove the ball gag still firmly lodged in her wide
spread mouth.  Cathy dared not think of her eventual fate.

DAY 2:  CATHY IS PREPARED

Kyle stood silently as he carefully studied his latest acquisition.
Kyle liked what he saw.  Although the human female had yet to be
prepared, he could see that she would due quite nicely he thought.
A wild female would require special preparation.  None of the
relatively quick butchering procedures for this one.  The usual
preparations used on the domestic human females wouldn't due at
all.  Besides, he would enjoy having one of them around for
awhile.  The wild human females seemed to be a bit smarter than
the domestic variety.  They took well to instructions.  Some
temporary help in the butcher shop was just what Kyle needed.

Upon the alien take over of the Earth, a whole new area of
entrepreneurship opened up.  An entire infrastructure had to be
created to handle the processing of the human cattle.  Kyle's
establishment catered to the high lords of the empire.  A combined
butchery, kitchen, and restaurant, Kyle's business was like
countless others established on the newly conquered world.  The
high lords liked their meat fresh.  Special butchering procedures
had been established to maximize the human's endorphin level.
Towards this end, Kyle would personally supervise the butchering
, preparation, and serving of his human meals.

Cathy stood bound by her wrists to an overhead conveyor.  Still
naked, she would never be allowed clothing again, the ball gag had
finally been removed.  Something new had been attached to
Cathy's collar. The conveyor's height was such that she could only
reach the floor by the tips of her toes.  Try as she might, she could
not free herself from the conveyor's security.

A pair of alien males approached Cathy.  They both smiled
knowingly as the pair observed Cathy's struggles.  The woman's
endorphin level was already starting to increase.  One of them, the
same short pot bellied man who had purchased her, spoke to Cathy
in English.  "Well I see that you arrived undamaged.  I have a
proposal to make.  I desire an assistant and I have decided that
assistant is to be you."

"Like hell I'll work for you!", retorted Cathy.  Before she could
continue, a sharp pain spread from her neck down throughout her
entire body.  Cathy closed her eyes and screamed. "Ahh!  Please
stop!  all right, all right, I'll do anything that you say!"  The pain
promptly ceased.

"I thought you'll see things my way."  Turning to his companion,
Kyle ordered that Cathy's treatments begin.

Immediately, Cathy found herself lifted up off her toes by the
overhead conveyor.  Transported forward, Cathy was then lowered
into the first of her treatments, the body hair removal bath.  Up to
her neck she went.  Before her long locks of head hair touched the
liquid, someone grabbed Cathy's hair and tied the ends to an
overhead wire.  Cathy's head hair became pulled taught from her
scalp as she sank into the liquid.  The liquid of the bath stung
somewhat, but wasn't all that unpleasant.

As she sat in the bath tub like container Cathy could feel her body
hair being removed from her flesh.  All of her attempts to leave the
bath proved futile.  Somehow Cathy's feet had become firmly
attached to the floor of the tub.

As Cathy sat in the hair removal bath, another naked human
female joined her in the tub.  The woman walked into the tub
under what appeared to Cathy to be her own volition.  Except for
her blond head hair, Cathy's new companion was completely
hairless.  Never before had Cathy seen nipples on another woman
that were so long and stiff.  Cathy began to wonder if the sight of
her own nakedness was arousing to this other naked woman.  The
woman walked rather strangely.  Her back remained straight and
immobile.  Perhaps a result of some sort of conditioning thought
Cathy.  Cathy couldn't help but notice the strange protrusion
sticking out from the woman's anus.  Further, a another tube like
protrusion was located just above the woman's navel.  Totally
consumed by the sight of her naked companion, Cathy didn't
notice the brush held in the woman's right hand until the woman
had stopped immediately in front of her.

"What are you going to do with that?  I can bathe myself thank
you."  Asked Cathy.

"I'm here to help you get clean.  Soon you will be eager for the
lord Kyle's touch.", replied the naked blond woman in a deadpan
tone of voice.  With that reply the woman got down on her knees
and began to vigorously scrub Cathy's vaginal region.  Cathy
squirmed about the tub as the scrubbing continued.  At first
irritated by the woman's actions, after awhile the scrubbing began
to feel rather good.  Resisting the feelings as hard as she could,
Cathy soon became overwhelmed with feelings of sexual arousal.
The woman doing the scrubbing smiled as she saw Cathy's vaginal
lips open up in response.

After what seemed like a couple of hours, not a single hair was left
from Cathy's neck on down.  Cathy's blond attendant had scrubbed
every square inch of Cathy's body.  Cathy's underarms, public
mound, legs and arms became totally and permanently hairless.

Lifted from the hair removal tub, the blond human female took a
towel and carefully patted Cathy's body dry.  From her neck on
down, Cathy was now as hairless as a newborn babe.  Once again
lifted up off the floor by the conveyor, Cathy then headed for the
next step of her preparation.

Deposited in what vaguely resembled a doctor's office, Cathy
studied her surroundings.  Nothing was familiar.  What fiendish
designs to the aliens have on my body now thought Cathy.

Still suspended from the overhead conveyor, one of the aliens that
worked for Kyle as well as the blond human female who had
bathed her earlier, joined Cathy in the medical area.  Without
needing to be told what to do, the blond woman bent down by
Cathy's feet and placed each of them in special depressions in the
floor.  The depressions were shaped like human feet.  Once her
feet were settled in the depressions, Cathy found that she could not
remove them.  Cathy was once again firmly locked in place.

Cathy's body was then lowered slightly so that her knees became
bent at a ninety degree angle.  At least her weight would be off her
feet for awhile thought Cathy.  Thoughts of comfort quickly
vanished.  "Ahh!", screamed Cathy as a long hollow tube was
roughly forced up Cathy's anus.  The end of the tube disappeared
into the nearest wall.  As the blond moved to Cathy's front, the
alien male injected something deep into Cathy's intestines.  Cathy
never saw the implement used to make the injection.  She only felt
the sudden pain of the injector's needle.  As Cathy's body went
rigid from the discomfort, the naked blond reached to Cathy to
stroke Cathy's anguished belly flesh.  While the needle penetrated
Cathy and for some time afterward, the blond gently caressed
Cathy's flesh, moving her hands from Cathy's waist to the sides of
Cathy's breasts and down again in a slow cyclic rhythm.

Soon Cathy felt the coming of the greatest bowel movement of her
entire life.  In a short period of time, the entire contents of Cathy's
intestinal tract had been expelled.

Responding to Cathy's look of discomfort, the blond spoke to
Cathy.  "Soon you will be fitted with your own staff of pleasure.
It'll grow within you till the time comes for you to be served to the
high lords.  Like I am soon to be honored.  Our lord Kyle has
chosen well in selecting my replacement."

Cathy looked upon the blond woman with amazement.  How could
she so willingly accept her situation?  "Dream on girl!  One way or
another, I'm getting out of here!"

"You'll change your tune in no time", replied the blond.  The blond
smiled to Cathy as she continued her caresses of Cathy's soft flesh.
Occasionally the blond would pause to cup Cathy's ample breasts
in her hands.  Cathy got the impression that the blond was
attempting to judge the quality of her breasts by their weight and
firmness.  This thought served to further annoy Cathy.  Despite the
discomfort of the enema tube, Cathy continued her vain struggles
for freedom.

Having cleaned out Cathy's digestive tract, the alien attendant
brought forth a short pointed object.  Protruding from the pointed
end were many sharp barbs.  Cylindrical in shape, a small hole
passed through the object along its length.  Although it didn't look
like much now, this was to be Cathy's staff of pleasure.

While Cathy's scorn was being directed towards the naked blond,
the alien attendant sensed his opportunity.  Quickly pulling the
enema tube from Cathy's anus, he almost simultaneously replaced
it with the staff of pleasure.  With a forceful push, the pointed end
of the staff lodged itself within Cathy's anus and the protruding
barbs took hold into Cathy's tender ass flesh.  The staff would
never come out the way it went in.

Cathy's facial expression immediately changed.  Her face went
white and her eyes stared forward blankly.  The staff of pleasure
was a butt plug like no other.  The naked blond tightly griped
Cathy's breasts as the staff began to settle into Cathy's anus.
Within seconds of its insertion, the staff's protrusions sought out
Cathy's life giving blood supply.  The protrusions served more
than to merely keep the staff from being withdrawn.  Cathy's life
blood now had something else to nourish.

Finally lowered from the overhead conveyor, a now quite shaken
Cathy was carried  to a long table.  Cathy now offering but token
resistance, was bound by her wrists and ankles face up onto the
table.  The table had a hole for her newly fitted staff of pleasure.

The naked blond resumed her summary of what was about to
happen.  "Now your feeding receptacle is to be fitted.  Very soon
your digestive system will essentially cease to function.  From here
on, you will be able to consume only the specially prepared liquid
feed that lord Kyle gives us."

Cathy was by now speechless.  She could only stare up at the
blond as she spoke.

Cathy was wide awake during the operation.  Actually, there
wasn't all that much to the feeding receptacle's installation.  The
alien attendant had done it so many times that if prompted, he
could do the operation blindfolded.  A quick scrubbing down of
the belly area, clamping the belly region by an anesthetic module,
a quick incision, and in comes the feeding receptacle.  The flesh to
receptacle connections were then instantly healed with a medical
probe.  There really wasn't all that much to it.

Cathy's preparations now complete, she was lead by the male alien
and the naked blond human female to what would be Cathy's new
home for the next few days, the last days of her life, a tiny cage.
Barely large enough for Cathy to stand in, the cage was
constructed from a mesh of steel tubing.  Once its occupant was
inside, the cage could be lifted high above the floor.  Cathy was
felt stunned upon seeing the large room where the cages were kept.
Within a vast auditorium sized room were a more than a dozen
cages suspended from the ceiling.  Within most of them a young
naked human female resided.  One of the cages waited on the floor
for Cathy.

Lord Kyle watched as his newest human female rose up within her
cage to join the others waiting their turn.  Very soon the blond
would be ripe.  Simultaneous to Kyle's thoughts, his cock stiffened
and his mouth watered with anticipation.  The wild ones were
definitely the best.

DAY 3:  THE BARBECUE

Cathy hadn't rested well in her cage.  Even within the short span of
a single night, her newly installed staff of pleasure was starting to
have its way with her.  More than once during the night Cathy
awoke in a cold sweat.  She barely resisted the urge to masturbate.
During one episode of her feelings of nocturnal arousal, Cathy
stood up and gripping the bars of her cage yelled out at her fellow
cell mates.  No one paid Cathy any attention.  Rant or rave as
Cathy might, her staff of pleasure would continue to grow within
her.

Morning came and Cathy was released from her cage.  Breakfast
consisted of a short wait at a feeding station.  A short tube
connected to a clear sided vat containing a vile appearing liquid
was fixed to Cathy's feeding receptacle.  In short order any
feelings of hunger that Cathy had disappeared.  So much for the
pleasure of dinning thought Cathy.

Having just finished her morning meal, as such it was, Cathy's
alien attendant was greeted by Kyle himself.  "The blond is about
to ripen.  Bring the new one along to witness what goes on.  She
needs to learn what's expected of her."  Not understanding the
alien tongue, Cathy had no idea what lie ahead.  She would soon
find out.

Taken outside, Cathy was greeted with the sight of at least a dozen
naked men standing about a low stainless steel table.  Due to their
nudity, at first glance Cathy thought that these men were human
male slaves.  However upon closer inspection Cathy saw their
greatly enlarged penises and realized that these men were not
human, but alien.  Lying face up on the table was the human blond
who had bathed Cathy the previous night.  One of the naked Alien
males was having his way with her.  Apparently the alien males
were taking turns having intercourse with the blond human female.
Cathy was witness to a alien-human gang-bang.

To the right of the gang-bang there was a long brick lined pit.
Within the pit a fire, fueled from some unknown source, burned
fiercely.  Cathy didn't see any connection to the alien's activities
and the fire pit.

Seeing Cathy's arrival, the crowd of naked alien males parted way
for her.  One male held the blonde's head down over the table's
edge so that the blonde's neck was parallel to the table top.
Although her mouth was wide open, the alien male made no
attempt to use her mouth for his sexual pleasure.  This puzzled
Cathy.  All the while, the other alien males took their turns fucking
the blond.  This one male kept the blonde's head bent over the
table's edge while his fellows enjoyed the blonde's well lubricated
cunt.

The sight of all the stiff alien penises had an effect on Cathy.
Despite her conscious thoughts of revulsion, Cathy couldn't help
keep her eyes off their rigid phalli.  Cathy's vagina involuntarily
began to moisten.  Rapidly Cathy began to loose the battle over her
overwhelming carnal desires.  Although Cathy didn't realize it, her
staff of pleasure had all ready begun to change her.

Lord Kyle noticed Cathy's approach.  Sitting alone on a plush
chair, Kyle had a good view of the goings on.  "Bring the new one
over to me."  Kyle beckoned to his assistant.  Although Cathy
would of been repulsed by Kyle's pot bellied physique under any
normal circumstance, the sight of his more than average sized
cock, even for an alien male, almost mesmerized Cathy.  Kyle's
cock stood straight up, almost as if it was waiting for just the right
warm vagina to slide into.  Sitting down on top of Kyle's legs,
Cathy felt Kyle's cock press against her backside.  She couldn't
control the urge to press back against it.  As she did, Kyle reached
up to grasp Cathy's firm breasts.  As he squeezed Cathy's tender
breast meat, Cathy's nipples stiffened.  During Lord Kyle's
manipulations of Cathy's breast flesh, Cathy's gaze returned to the
naked blond lying spread-eagled on the stainless steel table.  With
each new alien male mount, the blonde's hips would begin a
violent sequence of up and down rhythmic movements timed to
each alien male's thrusts.  Panting for breath through her open
mouth, the blond moved as if possessed by a demon.

Without thinking, Cathy parted her legs.  Cathy's vagina opened up
considerably.  Sensing his opportunity, Lord Kyle shifted his
hands from Cathy's breasts to her hips.  Effortlessly he lifted Cathy
up and positioned her now dripping vagina over the tip of his
turgid cock.  Relaxing his hold on Cathy, she felt for the first time
the tip of Lord Kyle's cock at her vaginal opening.  Without
thinking, Cathy forced herself down onto Lord Kyle's cock.

Cathy whimpered upon realizing that she could only take a small
portion of Lord Kyle's cock within her.  She wanted it all.  Sensing
Cathy's distress, once again Lord Kyle spoke to Cathy in English.
"Take it easy my tender one.  Lift up a bit, then back down."
Cathy complied with Lord Kyle's instructions.  "There you have it.
That's it, not too fast, a nice slow steady rhythm."

Cathy's eyes glazed over as her cunt gripped Lord Kyle's cock.  Up
and down on Lord Kyle's cock in a slow steady motion, just as he
had instructed her, Cathy moved her body.  Soon Cathy felt the
entire length of Lord Kyle's cock within her.  Never before had
Cathy mounted such a huge cock.  The sights and sounds
surrounding Cathy became a blur.  Cries of pleasure from both
Cathy and the blond merged together into a single harmony.

For quite awhile the blond moved her body in a consistent steady
motion.  As each alien male mounted her, she would renew the
rhythm of her hips in receiving the gift of another stiff cock,
sequentially concluding with her cries of orgasm.  Suddenly the
blonde's movements changed.  Her regular rhythms were replaced
by erratic convulsions.  Noticing the blonde's change, the alien
male at her head renewed his grip on the blonde's head.  The male
that had been taking the blond withdrew his cock from the blonde's
vagina and grasped the blonde's thighs.  Everyone's attention
focused onto the blond.  With a warning gasp for air,  a sharp
cylindrical object appeared from the blonde's mouth.  It was
covered with the blonde's blood.  The blond starred out with her
eyes opened wide.  The blonde's staff of pleasure had grown the
length of her body.  She had ripened for the barbecue.

The shock of what had happened caused Cathy to settle down
more forcefully than normal onto Lord Kyle's cock.  This was just
enough extra stimulus to take Lord Kyle over the brink.  Sensing
his orgasm drawing near, Kyle grasped Cathy's hips and more
forcefully than before drove his cock deep into Cathy's cunt.  Kyle
sighed as he ejaculated into Cathy's vagina.  Cathy seemed to be a
woman possessed.  Quickly she moved her hips up and down
Kyle's spurting cock.  Overcome by lust, Cathy wanted to make
sure that she received all that Kyle had to offer.

The preliminaries over, Lord Kyle barked out instructions to his
assistants.  "Attach the blond to the extension rods.  It's time to
start roasting her."  As Kyle directed his minions, Cathy remained
impaled upon Kyle's cock. Kyle's cock remained hard despite his
voluminous ejaculation.

As was frequently the alien's custom, the blond was to be roasted
alive.  Killing while being cooked heightened the meat's endorphin
levels, already at an increased state due to the preliminary period
of vigorous sexual intercourse.  Extension rods were attached to
each end of the blonde's staff of pleasure.  Her wrists were then
bound to the rod in front and her ankles were bound to the rod in
back.  Someone grabbed the blonde's head hair and coated it with a
liberal dose of an oily muse.  This was a special preparation
designed to protect the hair from being burnt.  The art of fine
presentation of fine cuisine wasn't lost to the aliens.  As a last step
prior to being placed upon the fire, a dial thermometer was stuck
into the blonde's vagina.  Actually no more than a bit of
melodrama on Lord Kyle's part, the aliens had much more
advanced ways of measuring temperature.  Kyle counted on the
added effect the thermometer's ever increasing reading would have
on Cathy.  With no further preparation needed, the blond, still
alive and alert, was placed over the fire pit.

Immediately the blond felt the heat of the fire.  She squirmed
about the staff that impaled her in a vain attempt for freedom.
With the extension rods locked into a rotisserie, the blond began to
rotate over the fire's heat.  Before the day was done, the blond
would be cooked through and through.

Finally released from the impalement of Lord Kyle's cock, Cathy
was directed to take a place next to the roasting blond.  As the
blond turned about the spit the blonde's eyes looked up at Cathy.
Cathy tried her best to ignore the blonde's gaze.  Buckets of a deep
red sauce were brought to Cathy.  Lord Kyle personally directed
Cathy on the sauce's application.  "Liberally brush the barbecue
sauce over the woman's entire body.  Keep on doing so until either
the sauce is completely used up or you're instructed to do
something else."

Set to her task, Cathy employed what was essentially a wide paint
brush attached to a long handle to apply the barbecue sauce to the
blonde's roasting flesh.  Starting from the blonde's hands, Cathy
worked her way across the blonde's torso and on to the blonde's
feet.  In applying the sauce, Cathy had to repeatedly bend over the
roasting blonde's body.  In doing so, each time Cathy felt the heat
of the fire.  Cathy's own nipples stiffened in concert with those of
the roasting blond.  Each time Cathy became a bit more aware of
her own staff of pleasure growing within her.

Soon the blond was covered with sauce.  Cathy could see the sauce
begin to boil upon the blonde's skin.  In places where the sauce had
boiled away, Cathy could see that the blonde's skin had changed
color.  In short order, the blonde's skin color had changed from her
previous light pink to a deepening shade of brown.

The barbecue had the atmosphere of a party.  Remaining naked,
the alien males busied themselves drinking some sort of noxious
smelling liquid.  It most of had the same intoxicating affect on
them as would alcohol on a human.  In time, several of the
obviously drunken aliens gathered close to Cathy and the roasting
blond.  Cathy could barely control her feelings of nervousness.
She just stood in place shaking while she continued to bathe the
blond in barbecue sauce.

Some of the nearby alien males  took it upon themselves to feel up
portions of Cathy's body.  Suddenly Cathy felt a pair of large
hands reach from behind her to cup her firm breasts.  She could
feel the man's hard cock pressing against her bare buttocks.
Instinctively, Cathy pressed herself back against the alien cock.
Another hand sought out her vagina, still open and dripping with
Lord Kyle's semen.  Cathy clamped down with her vaginal
muscles on the alien's probing finger.  Once again Cathy's staff of
pleasure was controlling her behavior.

The alien pressed to Cathy's back addressed the one probing
Cathy's vagina in their alien tongue.  "Oh, if they couldn't all be
wild like these two.  The blond is already starting to look really
good."

"Lord Kyle certainly has a good eye for human meat.  This new
one is going be nice and tasty at the next barbecue."


It was just as well that Cathy had no understanding of the alien
language.  Momentarily she closed her eyes and enjoyed the alien's
fondling of her tender flesh.

Lord Kyle wanted Cathy to be alert during the roasting.  "Come on
you two, let my new assistant do her job."  Cathy was suddenly
reawakened to her surroundings.  For the time being the aliens let
her be.

It took the better part of the day for the blond to cook.  For at least
an hour the blond had continued to struggle.  Eventually the blond
surrendered to the fire's heat.  Slowly at first and then in torrents,
the blonde's bodily juices seeped into the fire.  Muscles and sinews
stretched and then broke.  The blonde's extremities, such as the tips
of her breasts, blackened and charred due to their proximity to the
flame.  During it all, the blond starred forward with her eyes wild
open.

Once fully cocked, the hunk of meat that formerly was the blond
human female slave, was lifted off the fire pit and placed once
again on the low stainless steel table.  Here Lord Kyle made the
first cut.  Taking a long knife, Lord Kyle quickly sliced off a tip of
the blonde's right breast.  No one said a word as Lord Kyle ate the
first bit of human meat.

"Very good.  Done to perfection.  Come on all, lets eat!"  With
Lord Kyle's proclamation of the meal's fitness, others came forth
to carve up the human meat.  Cathy then another duty to perform.
Lifting up a large platter of the blonde's sliced meat, Cathy served
the aliens their barbecue.  For the remainder of the day and well
into the evening, naked Cathy would carry large platters of human
meat and goblets of drink to the waiting aliens.  No matter that she
was covered from head to foot with dirt and grime from the
roasting.  Her condition was of no concern to the aliens.  No
longer was Cathy's body hers to control.  The many grasping hands
and probing fingers were of no concern to Cathy.  Till her time of
ripening, Cathy was now the butcher's assistant.

DAY 4:  A BUTCHER'S JOB IS NEVER DONE

If Lord Kyle had attempted to cater to only the high class lords of
the empire, he would of gone out of business long ago.  Although
the high lords paid well for the privilege to dine on the flesh of wild
human females, this activity brought in insufficient revenue. The
real money was in the mass market.  Though the average citizen of
the empire could only afford to pay a small amount for their human
meals, there were far more average citizens than there were high
lords.  Profitability depended upon a more efficient avenue of
distribution.

The farm bred human's met the average citizen's demand.  Vast
quantities of humans, mostly females, were specially bred just for
the dining table.  Herded into processing facilities, their bodies were
routinely butchered.  Routine does not necessarily imply quick.
Unlike the wild humans who due to their limited supply were
consumed locally, the meat of the domesticated variety was shipped
all over the empire.  Their butchering, though necessarily different,
was likewise designed to emphasize the meat's endorphin levels.
Extreme degrees of torture, involving both intense pain and
lengthiness of duration, were employed to maximize the meat's
degree of quality.

It amused  Lord Kyle to have his temporary human assistants
become a part of the larger scale butchering process.  He found it
ironic that they so eagerly cooperated in the downfall of their own
kind.  Of course, the implantation of the staff of pleasure helped to
insure the outcome.

All ready, after but two days of being joined to her staff of
pleasure, Cathy's new implant had lengthened to completely fill her
large intestine.  With that lengthening came a heightened sexual
hunger.  Cathy no longer knew to what levels of depravity she
would go in order to satisfy her newly imparted lust.  At the staff's
current rate of growth, she would soon be ripe for the barbecue.

By means of his large hand placed squarely on Cathy's buttocks,
Lord Kyle directed his latest human assistant to another part of his
butcher shop.  Cathy made no attempt to extricate herself from
Kyle's hand.  Rather, Cathy deliberately pressed her bare ass deeper
into Kyle's grip.  Already Cathy's vagina was becoming well
lubricated.

Lord Kyle and Cathy entered a long cavernous portion of Kyle's
establishment.  Strange looking machines lined its length.  Off to
one side from the machines were a couple of open vats..  Even from
a considerable distance, the vats produced a noticeable smell.
Waiting at one end with their wrists bound to an overhead conveyor
like that Cathy herself had initially been attached to, was a line of
naked human females, domesticated humans.

Cathy had never before seen domesticated humans.  Cathy observed
that they were all of similar stature and build, lean bodied with
ample, but firm breasts, coupled with generous buttocks.  Cathy
didn't know this, but the similarities were not coincidental.  These
women were the cumulation of twenty years of selective breeding.

Anticipating Cathy's curiosity, Lord Kyle once again spoke in
English.  "Here we have a line of cattle waiting to meet their fate.
Cathy, I want you to help them along.  Lets start with the first one."

At first Cathy hesitated.  Seeing Cathy's response, Lord Kyle
hastened her on with a quick activation of the small module
attached to Cathy's collar. "Ahh!  Please, I'll do what ever you wish.
Just stop the pain!"

As quickly as Cathy's pain had started, it ended.  "I'll make your
efforts worth your while.  Remember, cooperate for pleasure,
disobey for pain.  You do have a choice after all."

With his speech over, Lord Kyle beckoned for the action to begin.
One of his fellow aliens maneuvered the first women to the starting
point of her butchering.  A horizontal steel plate was suddenly
clamped about the hapless woman's neck.  Lord Kyle then directed
Cathy up a short flight of stairs to a low platform located adjacent
to the captive woman.  There Cathy found an electric shaving
shears.  Though it was obvious what Cathy was to do, Lord Kyle
instructed her anyway.  "Take the shears and shave the woman's
head.  Don't stop till she's completely bald.  Also, notice the hose
located next to the platform.  When you'll completed the head
shaving, rinse the body off with the liquid from the hose.  You'll
notice that it's the same hair removal solution that was used on your
own body.  When you're done my other assistant will check your
work.  If the woman isn't completely hairless, you'll receive an extra
dose of pain."

Obvious of her choices, Cathy set to her task.  With doe like eyes,
the doomed woman looked up to Cathy as Cathy shaved the
woman's hair.  Soon not a single strand of hair remained.  Cathy
then continued the woman's initial treatment with the liquid hair
remover.  Cathy noticed that the woman's skin was deeply tanned.
Apparently she and her sisters had been raised naked out of doors
for much of their short existence.  Quickly, Cathy removed what
little body hair the domesticated woman had.

Cathy had expected the immobilized woman to at least cry out.
Instead the woman made not a sound.  Although Cathy didn't know
the reason, the soon to be butchered woman's lack of vocalization
was due to more than mere conditioning.  As soon as the
domesticated human is born, their voice box is removed.

Her shaving job done, Cathy watched as the now completely
hairless woman was lifted by the overhead conveyor to the first of
the machines.  Lowered down into a box like frame of steel and
released from the overhead conveyor, the captive woman's hands
and feet were promptly bound to attachment points on the frame's
interior.  Cathy was startled by a sudden mechanical noise as the
woman was lifted to a horizontal position and stretched taught
within the steel frame.  The woman looked about frantically as her
arms and legs were pulled apart to their widest possible extent.

Lord Kyle then summarized what was to happen next. "Now that
the woman is bound within the butchering machine, we will
commence her simulation.  Simulation, most effectively produced
by a combination of pain and pleasure,  enhances the meat's
endorphin levels.  By means of a special probe inserted into the
woman's vagina, our future dinner will feel more sexual stimulation
than she has ever had.  Indeed, she may repeatedly achieve orgasm.
Simultaneously, many tiny knives, many times sharper than any
razor produced by humans, will start to cut away the woman's skin.
She'll be flayed as she's fucked so to speak.  You never know which
of the two simulations, pain or pleasure, will dominate."

As the suspended woman looked down helplessly at the floor, a
shiny metallic probe extended itself towards the woman's
defenseless vagina.  With her legs spread wide, her cunt gapped
open, waiting to be filled.  The instant the probe entered the waiting
orifice the bound woman jerked up her head.  Vainly the woman
attempted to shake herself free from the probes penetration.

Despite the domesticated woman's lack of vocal cords, she
managed to make loud wails of protest.  Perhaps in response to the
doomed woman's vocalizations, a second penis shaped probe
lengthened itself in the direction of the woman's open mouth.  As
the woman moved her head away from the threatening probe, a
loop of slender wire ascended to catch itself about the woman's
throat.  Caught by the wire, the woman could no longer move her
head away from the approaching probe.  The second probe easily
slid into the woman's mouth and settled deep within her throat.

Now that the woman was impaled at either end, the probes went to
work.  The probes began to slide in and out of their respective
orifices.  This motion coupled with vigorous vibration soon had the
captive woman thrashing against her bounds.  Despite the woman's
severe confinement, she managed a great deal of movement.

The bound woman's sexual stimulation had a secondary effect on
Cathy.  While Cathy watched from the railing located adjacent to
the butchering machine she couldn't but help feeling sexually
aroused.  Without thinking, Cathy leaned back against Lord Kyle.
Moving her naked buttocks ever so slightly, Cathy sought out Lord
Kyle's cock.  Cathy could feel Lord Kyle's penis coming to life.

"So my assistant likes what she sees.  Bend forward and I'll present
you with your reward for performing such an excellent job of hair
removal."  Lord Kyle then deftly freed his hardening cock from the
confines of his pants.  While grasping Cathy's ass checks with both
hands, Lord Kyle aimed the tip of his cock at Cathy's already well
lubricated vagina and thrust forward.

Cathy gasped as Lord Kyle's member quickly filled her pleasure
canal to and perhaps some what beyond capacity.  Back and forth
Cathy moved her hips in response to Lord Kyle's thrusts.  Cathy's
nipples hardened with her pleasure.  Cathy did all that she could do
to get as much of Lord Kyle's swollen cock inside her as possible.
Thoughts of anything else evaporated from Cathy's mind.  Soon
both Cathy and the horizontally bound woman were crying out their
pleasure in synchrony.  Cathy began to wonder who was enjoying
things more, the soon to be butchered woman or herself.

As both Cathy and the bound woman were well into their respective
pleasures, a pair of appendages descended to the bound woman's
feet.  Each appendage was tipped with set of small but extremely
sharp knives.  As he fucked her, Lord Kyle directed Cathy's
attention.  "Look closely at the skinning knives.  They work so fast
and so cleanly, that at first the captives don't always realize what's
happening to them.  I've seen times when the human female is so
caught up in being fucked, that she doesn't notice that she's being
skinned until the process is half over.  Lets see how this one takes
it."

Cathy's attention was drawn to the hapless woman within the
butchering machine.  Starting from the tips of the woman's toes, a
series of flexible knives began to cut away the woman's skin.  The
scheme was quite ingenious thought Cathy.  While one blade
curved up just under the woman's flesh, a second secondary knife
cut backwards to cleanly life away skin from meat.

As Lord Kyle had anticipated, at first the woman didn't know what
was happening to her.  Like Cathy, the bound woman was literally
a captive of a probing phallus, simulated in the bound woman's case
while being quite real in Cathy's case.  It was all that Cathy could
do to grasp tightly onto the railing while Lord Kyle thrust his
engorged member deeply in and out of Cathy's well lubricated
vagina.  So long as Cathy retained Lord Kyle's cock within her she
was in heaven.  It mattered not that a fellow human located only a
short distance from Cathy was in hell.  Cathy's staff of pleasure by
now had complete control over Cathy's emotions.

Proceeding at an expeditious rate, the skinning knives worked their
way up the bound woman's calves.  Denuded of its covering of
skin, the woman's leg meat lay exposed to the air.  The woman's
skin hung limply towards the floor.  Much in the throws of
mechanically induced orgasms, it wasn't until the skinning knives
reached the woman's thighs that she finally took notice of what was
going on.  Twisting her head about, the bound woman emitted a
guttural  cry of despair.  So sharp was the sound that even Cathy,
deep into the rhythm of Lord Kyle's cock pounding into her, was
startled by the woman's outburst.

The doomed woman maddeningly twisted her head about as the
skinning knives continued their work.  All the while the twin penis
like probes persevered to induce feelings of pleasure.  Pain was met
with orgasms.  The suspended woman's body convulsed violently.

It was not until the skinning knives were well pass the woman's
buttocks and proceeding to denude her belly of flesh, did the
woman's contortions begin to calm down.  With her eyes only half
open, the doomed woman appeared to be near to passing out.  At
this point another threat appeared.  Rising from the floor of the
butchering machine were a set of long knives.  At the same time,
the woman found herself to be descending towards the threatening
knives.  Once again, but this time employing her last reserves of
energy, the bound woman attempted to twist herself free from her
bounds and escape the ever nearer knives. As before, these attempts
were futile.  Very soon the bound woman would be able to watch
herself being disemboweled.

The climax of the woman's butchering was near and so too was
Cathy's.  Cathy could feel Lord Kyle's hastening thrusts as the
inevitable outcome of the butchering drew near.  Cathy quickened
her pace accordingly.  Perspiration dripped in torrents down Cathy's
face.  Nothing mattered but the wonderful feeling of Lord Kyle's
cock pounding within her.

The bound woman let out one last gasp of agony as she descended
onto the waiting long knives.  With an ease that would of been only
acquired from much practice had the action come from a living
operator, the now skinless red meat of the woman's belly was deftly
cut open.  Following the first initial cut, a second long knife began
the process of scooping out the woman's internal organs.  All this
occurring while the hapless woman watched.  Her eyes wide with
terror, she managed to see chunks of intestine cut away and drop to
the butchering machine's floor before finally passing out for the last
time.  For as long as Cathy would live, which wouldn't be for very
long the way things were going, Cathy would have the poor
woman's expression of horror etched into her memory.

Just as the now almost entirely skinless woman was going through
her final contortions, Cathy went over the brink.  As Cathy felt her
orgasm building within her, she maddeningly bucked back against
Lord Kyle's thrusting cock.  All the while Cathy never let her gaze
leave the butchered woman.  No longer could Cathy hold back her
emotions.  "Ahh!  I'm coming you bastard!  Please don't stop!"

Totally in control, Lord Kyle smiled as he continued his steady
pace.  This one was going to be very fine eating indeed.  Grasping
Cathy's head hair, Lord Kyle pulled Cathy's head up to as far as it
would go with out her neck breaking.  As Cathy began to babble
incoherently, Lord Kyle permitted his own release.  Quickening his
thrusts, Lord Kyle proceeded to pump his load of alien semen deep
into Cathy's vagina.  Overflowing pass capacity, white semen
dripped down Cathy's thighs.

Even before Cathy had regained her wits, Lord Kyle began to
instruct her on her further duties.  By this time the woman within
the butchering machine had been reduced to a gutted and skinless
hunk of red meat.  Still attached by her wrists to the overhead
conveyor, she now journeyed on to the next stage of her
preparation, packaging.  This was not to concern Cathy.  Instead,
Lord Kyle directed Cathy to the skin so recently separated from the
hapless woman.  "The rest of the meat's handling is fairly
automatic.  However the curing of the hide is another matter.  This
still requires some manual labor.  If you would please follow me."
As if Cathy had any choice.

With Cathy's legs still shaking from her latest sexual encounter with
her alien master, Cathy dutifully accompanied :Lord Kyle to the
butchering machine.  Near by, hung the woman's skin.  It remained
largely intact.  One could almost put in on.   From the toes to the
woman's scalp, every square inch of skin had been removed.  Blood
dripped from its underside.

Taking the skin by the neck, Lord Kyle handed it to Cathy.
Horrified, Cathy once again hesitated.  As before, Cathy felt the
pain induced by the only article of clothing, the object attached to
her collar.  Without thinking further, Cathy reached out for the
hideous skin.  As she did the pain magically disappeared.

"Follow me"  Commanded Lord Kyle.  He led Cathy to one of the
foul smelling vats.  Looking down into the brown colored liquid,
Cathy realized their purpose.  These were tanning vats..  The aliens
tanned the human hides just like humans tanned cow hides.  So this
was to be our fate thought Cathy.  Reduced to a supermarket
special and some article of adornment on a far away alien world.
The least the aliens could do was to transform the human hides into
something fashionable.  The thought of winding up as a cheap
handbag in the alien equivalent of a five and dime store was too
much for Cathy to bear.

Following Lord Kyle's instructions, Cathy attached the skin to a
wire dangling from the ceiling.  After dropping the repulsive skin
into the tanning vat, Cathy used a long stick to stir the brown liquid.
The human hide's preservation would take several hours to
complete.

Cathy continued with her labors for the remainder of the day and
well into the evening.  All of the human females lined up at the
butchering machine that day met a fate like that of the first
butchered woman.  Drained of all emotion, Cathy would take their
newly detached hides to the tanning vats for preservation.
Laboriously she stirred the brown liquid, now containing many
human skins.  All the while Cathy felt her staff of pleasure
continuing to grow within her.  She would come to welcome the
release that the staff's growth promised.

DAY 5:  CATHY RECEIVES HER REWARD

By the next morning, all thoughts of ever returning to a more
normal state had permanently escaped from Cathy's consciousness.
Physical escape could now be provided by only a single avenue,
physical stimulation and in particular sex.  Cathy's staff of pleasure,
now having pierced her intestinal tract and well into her chest
cavity, had completely taken over Cathy's emotional control.  Not
that Cathy's experiences of the pass four days hadn't impacted her.
Partially numbed by the events that she had witnessed, the
communications made by her ever growing staff to Cathy's nervous
system at least helped Cathy to cope with her situation.  Feelings of
sexual need filled the emptiness that Cathy would otherwise have
felt.

Though Cathy was allowed to bathe herself after her night at the
tanning vat, there remained a hint of the vat's aroma upon her flesh.
Although it smelled disguising to Cathy, apparently the aliens
thought otherwise.  To them the scent of tanning vats was
equivalent to the most pleasant of human perfumes.  Their sexual
interest in Cathy was heightened like never before.

Cathy took particular delight in bathing.  Much more than before,
Cathy reveled in the feeling of the spray of water upon her luscious
skin.  Indeed, Cathy felt more sensual now than ever before.  Her
breasts seemed to be fuller and firmer than they had been.  Cupping
her breasts in her hands and squeezing, Cathy cooed softly to
herself over their firmness.  Almost with reluctance, Cathy let her
hands slide from her gravity defying tits on down her sides.  Her
waist was slim and without fat.  With leisurely strokes, Cathy
gently rubbed her ample buttocks.  The flesh seemed tender to her
touch.  Gingerly Cathy fingered the knob of her staff of pleasure.
She could still feel it growing within her.  Cathy wondered what it
will be like once the staff penetrates her mouth like it had her
predecessor, the blonde.  To be lifted up and carried over to the hot
fire pit was to be Cathy's ultimate end.  Cathy imagined herself
feeling the heat of the fire as she slowly rotated about the rotisserie.
Bonded to the fire's heat by her impalement on the staff, Cathy
imagined her skin turning a deep brown color while being
continuously covered with thick barbecue sauce.  After awhile, the
tips of Cathy's breasts would blacken from the flame.  Unable to
utter a sound, she would slowly die upon the rotisserie.  Reduced to
the status of a stuck pig.  The eroticism of these thoughts aroused
Cathy.  Not needing Cathy's touch, Cathy's vagina had opened and
dripped with moisture.  Moving her hands to her front, Cathy felt
her hairless labia lips.  Cathy craved sexual release.  Carefully, she
inserted a finger just inside her already open vagina.  Although
pleasant, this little bit of self manipulation wasn't nearly enough.
Cathy desired, no required was more like it, the deep satisfaction
that only a monstrous alien penis could provide.

Cathy's lustful imaginative interlude was interrupted by the call of
one of Lord Kyle's alien helpers.  Shaken back to reality, Cathy
stepped from the shower and walked unhurried to the body dryer.
Lifting her arms for maximum effect, the body dryer shot hot blasts
of air all over Cathy's perfectly formed body.  Without needing to
touch herself, Cathy was completely dry in just a few minutes.

The alien male greeted Cathy scornfully.  Cathy gave him no heed.
The time of Kyle's underlings was of no concern to Cathy.  Without
uttering a word, not that Cathy would of understood anyway, the
alien directed Cathy to proceed down the wide corridor that
connected the many different processing areas of Lord Kyle's vast
complex.  As Cathy walked, nearby aliens would stop and stare at
her.  Cathy smiled.  She knew that she was the star.  A new found
sense of pride had settled upon Cathy.  Cathy walked with her
breasts held high.  Her hips rotated at bit more seductively than
before.  Although on several occasions Cathy could have attempted
escape, no thoughts of such a course of action entered Cathy's
mind.  Instead Cathy eagerly anticipated the coming events.  The
staff of pleasure was a most wonderful device.

The alien male led Cathy to a part of Lord Kyle's establishment
heretofore unobserved by her.  Within a long vault along either side
of the walls stood a double line of naked human females.  Their
wrists were bound to the same sort of overhead conveyor like that
employed to restrain the butchered human females of the previous
evening.  Unlike those women, these captives of Lord Kyle stood
motionless.

It took a moment for Cathy to realize what was going on.  These
women were producing a different sort of product than did the
previous ensemble.  Each woman had attached to her breasts a pair
of suction cups out of which was pumped a white liquid.  Cathy
had never considered the idea of human females being milked.
Apparently these women were of the domestically bred variety.
Without exception they stood complacently as their human milk
was pumped from their immense breasts.  Saying that the breasts of
these women were immense was no idle boast.  To a single one of
their number, Cathy estimated that they all had at least a fifty inch
bust.  The larger the better when it comes to milk production
thought Cathy.

As Cathy walked by the double line of human heifers, she saw at
least part of the reason for the human cows apparent contentment.
Each woman rested upon a long and quite thick metallic penis
shaped probe oriented vertically from the floor.  Keeping time with
the cyclic suction of the milking machines, each artificial penis
moved up and down within each human cow's vagina.  Cathy
moved closer to one of the very involved milkers.  The woman gave
no notice to Cathy.  Nothing that Cathy could do would redirect the
woman's blank glazed over expression.  The human heifer seemed
to be totally unaware of her environment.  The woman certainly
didn't care much for her appearance thought Cathy.  Sweat dripped
liberally down the milker's face and body.  Least not to disturb the
woman's concentration, Cathy carefully touched the woman's long
tangled hair.  The hair felt damp and greasy.  In a low almost
melodic tone the woman moaned as her pleasure dildo moved
methodically in and out of her well lubricated vagina.  Cathy could
see the woman's juices coating the metallic piston.  Moving her
hand down to the woman's chest, Cathy felt the pulsating breasts as
they were being liberated of their supply of milk.  Surprisingly,
given the immense size of the woman's breasts, the tit flesh felt tight
and firm.  More alien manipulation of the human gene pool thought
Cathy.

Cathy didn't notice Lord Kyle's arrival to the dairy.  Lord Kyle
approached Cathy accompanied by a pair of human dairy cows held
about each arm.  These milkers appeared to be in quite a bit better
condition than did those laboring to supply milk to the milking
machines.  Like all the other human female slaves, these human
heifers were completely naked.  Also like the other human cows,
their breasts were extremely large.  The nipples extended at least a
couple of inches in length.  Unlike their sister heifers, the bodies of
these women were clean and their hair was well-groomed.  Only
the tell-tail sign of tiny droplets of milk leaking from their extended
nipples gave away their place in Lord Kyle's establishment.  Lord
Kyle had something special in mind.  Once again speaking in
English, his speech interrupted Cathy's study of the human cow.
"Impressed by my dairy I see.  I thought that you would better
appreciate what is to come having seen for yourself my bulk
milking operation.  I have here a couple of heifers to provide the
ultimate in fresh liquid refreshment during the celebration of your
ripening."

Her ripening.  The thought of it gave Cathy goosebumps.  While
keeping the pair of human heifers locked about each of his long
arms, Lord Kyle directed Cathy to the same courtyard where
previously she had attended to the blonde's roasting.  Once exposed
to the light of day Cathy's eyes were drawn to the fire pit.  Within
the pit a fire had already been started.  Cathy knew now that her
ultimate end was at hand.

So fixated upon the fire pit was Cathy that it took a few minutes for
her to realize that the number of males present were all completely
naked.  All were alien.  The great size of their genitals gave away
their origin.  Cathy gaze was withdrawn from the fire pit and
redirected to the collection of immense cocks. Cathy's vagina
already started to involuntarily open up and moisten.

A pair of the naked alien males came along side Cathy. Each
carried a bucket containing a sweet smelling thick white liquid.
Wearing transparent plastic gloves to prevent the liquid from
coming in contact with their hands, the aliens liberally applied the
white liquid to Cathy's skin.  Cathy's flesh tingled as the liquid
spread across her body.  As quickly as the liquid was applied Cathy
felt her tactile senses greatly heightened.  Her nipples stood out
erect from just the slight breeze blowing across the courtyard.
Cathy shuddered when one of the aliens ran the tips of his fingers
along the crack of her ass.  Already aroused from the sight of all the
naked alien males, upon having her clit come into contact with the
white cream her clit stiffened to its furthest extent.  Cathy's female
juices literally poured from her open vaginal slit.  Cathy felt that she
could almost feel the hungry gaze of the aliens upon her body.

The white cream was quickly absorbed by Cathy's skin.  Soon she
was dry to the touch.  As soon as Cathy could be handled, the pair
of alien males that had applied the stimulation heightener to Cathy
gently grasped Cathy's torso and easily lifted her up so that Cathy
was held horizontal.  Cathy looked about anxiously as the two
aliens carefully placed Cathy's luscious body down upon a long low
stainless steel table, the same table upon which Cathy's predecessor,
the blond, had been fucked prior to being roasted.

No restraints were required.  Cathy's staff of pleasure, besides
eventually providing an axis to revolve about when Cathy's time to
be roasted is at hand, had by now fully taken over Cathy's nervous
response.  Every synapse of her brain was by now addicted to the
many drugs indirectly manufactured by the staff.  Electrical pulses
in turn producing exotic chemical messages raced through Cathy's
nervous system to produce behavioral responses dictated by the
staff itself.  And of course these responses had been designed for
the alien's purpose, to enhance the level of endorphins, the alien's
primary regenerative substance, that the aliens found so necessary
for their substantance.

Looking up, Cathy saw Lord Kyle, now naked like his cohorts,
smiling down at her.  "Please fuck me.  I need it bad", pleaded
Cathy.  Cathy spread her legs wide apart in anticipation while
simultaneously gripping the table tightly with both hands.

"Do you wish first rights?", asked one of Lord Kyle's lieutenants of
Lord Kyle.

"I most certainly do!", replied Lord Kyle.  With that announcement
Lord Kyle mounted the low table in-between Cathy's wide spread
legs.  Cathy lifted her hips in anticipation.  Cathy moaned softly as
Lord Kyle's now very erect penis brushed against Cathy's well


lubricated vaginal opening.  Lord Kyle hesitated.  Determined to
savor Cathy's lusciousness, Lord Kyle took his time.  Resting on his
knees, Lord Kyle slowly ran his large hands across the sides of
Cathy's body.  Cathy's skin felt clammy.  Already Cathy had begun
to perspire.  Cathy's nervous system was on overdrive in
anticipation of the coming orgy.  In the vicinity of Cathy's buttocks
Lord Kyle paused to squeeze Cathy's ass flesh.  Nice and firm
thought Lord Kyle.  Cathy once again lifted her hips in a pleading
gesture.  This response caused Lord Kyle to smile.  "This one will
be fine eating my friends!", proclaimed Lord Kyle to his associates.
Continuing his caress of Cathy's flesh, Lord Kyle likewise tested
the feeling of Cathy's stomach and chest.  The flesh felt firm and
with very little fat, quite lean meat.  Cupping Cathy's twin globes of
breast flesh in each of his hands, Lord Kyle squeezed each of them
as if trying to get Cathy to lactate.  Cathy closed her eyes as her
nipples pulsed in size to Lord Kyle's squeezes.  Though Cathy had
yet to be fucked, already Cathy could just barely stand the pleasure
that she was receiving.

Steadying himself with both hands placed about either side of
Cathy's prone body, Lord Kyle aimed his erect penis at Cathy's
gapping vagina.  Any external assistance towards the heaven that
Cathy was providing Lord Kyle was unnecessary.  Just  a quick
thrust forward was all that was required on Lord Kyle's part.  Cathy
lifted her hips to present Lord Kyle with the optimal angle for his
sexual attack.  Sensing Cathy's readiness, Lord Kyle pushed his
immense member forward.

"Ahhh!", cried out Cathy as she felt Lord Kyle's sexual flesh fill her
vaginal cavity.  As soon as Cathy cried out a second pair of hands
roughly grasped the sides of her head and forced her head down
over the table's edge.  With no time to close Cathy's screaming
mouth, a stiff alien penis was thrust pass her lips and down her
throat.  Cathy gasped for air.  Simultaneously simulated from both
ends, so began the celebration of Cathy's ripening.

While simultaneously attending to the long penis thrusting its way
down her throat, Cathy buckled wildly under Lord Kyle's sexual
assault.  Eagerly Cathy thrust up her hips to meet Lord Kyle's
downward strokes.  Hands too numerous to count grasped Cathy's
yielding flesh.  Cathy felt both of her breasts squeezed and pulled
till they hurt.  Soon the totality of the sexual stimulation that Cathy
was receiving all melted together into a single blur of motion.  All
the while Cathy kept her hands gripped tightly to the table edges.

Her throat filled with a thrusting alien penis, Cathy was unable to
cry out as her first orgasm overwhelmed her.  Failing an oral
release, Cathy's body shook uncontrollably.

Seeing Cathy's response, Lord Kyle decided to hasten his own
climax.  Being the good host that he was, Lord Kyle wanted to be
sure that his fellow guests had a sample of Cathy's fine sexual skill
prior to her roasting. Lord Kyle immediately quickened his trusts.
Each downward stroke now was of such force as to propel Cathy
several inches forward into the lower abdomen of the alien whose
penis she continued to greedily suck.  Lord Kyle soon found his
sexual release forthcoming.  With a loud roar, a vocalization
showing Lord Kyle's true beastly nature, Lord Kyle ejaculated a
vast volume of semen deep into Cathy's heretofore empty vagina.

Cathy's satisfaction was brief.  One of the design features of the
staff of pleasure is the eventual denial of its bearer's complete
sexual satisfaction.  In a perverse twist on its name, the staff
continuously drives the woman to seek ever greater sexual
stimulation while eventually denying her the peace that she so
desperately craves.  Such behavior suits the aliens well by ever
heightening their victim's endorphin level.  Not till Cathy's eventual
roasting shall she find the satisfaction, and release from the drug of
her staff of pleasure,  that she now seeks with such futility.

No sooner had Lord Kyle withdrawn his manly staff, than it was
replaced with another.  Once again Cathy heaved up and down on
the stainless steel table, vainly searching for sexual nirvana.

Cathy soon lost track of all the alien males that she was forced to
service.  Several times Cathy was turned over onto her hands and
knees so that her vaginal opening could be penetrated from a
different angle.  Cathy became oblivious to the accumulation of
sweat and alien semen adhering both outside and inside her luscious
form.  While one alien male fucked Cathy sore vagina, another
busily pumped his stiff member in and out of her wide streached
lips.  From both openings semen deposited by a multitude of prior
visitors dripped unhindered.  All this while a final truely satisfing
orgasm alluded Cathy.

As Cathy attended to the sexual needs of the alien males, she
occasionally noticed from the periphery of her now limited vision
an alien male taking advantage of one of Lord Kyle's human milk
cows.  Not used in a sexual way, that use currently being restricted
to Cathy alone, but rather to satisfy their thirst.  Either directly into
the mouth or indirectly via a drinking vessel, the pair of human
milkers in attendence routinely had their oversize mamalaries
squeezed for their milk content.  Apparently use to such rough
handling, neither of the milkers showed any sign of apprehension as
they catered to a seemingly never ending line of alien males.  Their
milk supply appeared to be limitless.  Quite a job of hormonal
enhancement thought Cathy.

Suddenly Cathy began to shake uncontrollably.  Seeing what was
happening, the alien currently employing Cathy's mouth for his
sexual release promptly withdrew his still quite erect penis and
firmly pinned Cathy's arms to the table top.  The alien penetrating
Cathy's vagina continued his sexual exercise.  Laying on her back,
Cathy opened her mouth wide and began to gasp for breath.
Breathing suddenly became difficult.  Cathy looked up at the blue
sky with her eyes opened wide with terror.  The sound of the
tearing of Cathy's esophagus caused all of the alien males in
attendance to become quiet and to direct all of their attention to
Cathy.  As Cathy choked, the bloody sharpely pointed tip of her
staff of pleasure poked its way from between Cathy's widely
streached lips.

Nothing had to be said.  Someone grasped Cathy's wrists and pulled
her arms forward.  Simultaneously, someone else likewise pulled
Cathy's legs straight.  With extension rods attached tio either end of
the now fully extended staff of pleasure, Cathy's arms and legs
were tightly bound to the extended staff.  As blood dripped from
Cathy's penetrated mouth, she was lifted and carried towards her
destination, the fire pit.

Tubes were attached to either end of the staff's extensions.  As
Cathy neared the fire pit, a new fuild began to be pumped into her
body.  Entering at Cathy's mouth, the new fuild quickly replaced
Cathy's natural body fuilds which exited Cathy from her pierced
posterior.  The change over took very little time.  By the time Cathy
reached the fire pit, at which time Cathy had expected to be quite
dead, Cathy's fuild transfusion was already more than half
complete.  To her surprise, Cathy remained very much alive.

The rotissertie clicked in and Cathy began to rotate above the fire.
Cathy felt the application of barbeque sauce to her luscious form.
For a moment Cathy forgot where she was.  Her nipples hardened
and her vagina, despite its extensive alien use, moistened.  The
soothing effect of the cool sauce alternating with the heat from the
fire below felt extremely erotic.  Looking up as she passed by her
attendents, Cathy could see the pair of human milkers who now
labored to keep Cathy's roasting body covered with the thick sauce.

As she rotated over the fire, Cathy's skin stiffened.  Soon she could
move not a muscle.  Her nipples, previously enlarged from her
sexual arousal, became permanently extended and stiff.  Her
vagina, gapping open from its extended period of use, began to
enlarge further as the surrounding muscles began to cook.  Next
Cathy's vision began to dim.  Eventually her eyesight failed
completely.  Nevertheless, Cathy's mental faculties stayed with her.
A sense of peace and fulfillment settled upon Cathy.  Her mind
would be the last part of her to go.

Lord Kyle stood by and watched his former assistant cook over the
open fire.  Approached by one of his associates he remarked, "A
old saying from the empire comes to mind at times like this."

"What could that be?", asked the associate.

"You just can't find good help these days."  Both men laughed at the
joke.  In just a few days from Cathy's roasting, Lord Kyle would
return to the human slave market.  There he would acquire yet
another human female assistant, a temporary assistant.



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