Cannibal 4H Chapter 2: The Fair BY NEURALMANCER

THE SIX MONTHS till the fair quickly went by. Joey wasn't sure exactly how Linda Sue
managed it, but she somehow got his father to approve of their taking Linda Sue's selected cow to
the fair. From the smile on his father's face after Linda Sue had him alone, Joey could guess what
had transpired.

The work to prepare their entry however fell mainly to Joey. He gave the lean brunette cow that
Linda Sue had picked out special attention. Throughout the spring and early summer Joey made
sure that the young cow got just the right amount of exercise. He took particular joy upon seeing
her run about the outdoor stockade. Bathing her afterwards was even more enjoyable. It became
almost routine, at least for those times that Linda Sue wasn't around, for Joey to take the young
cow sexually after her bath. Young cows not selected for breeding, like the cow that Joey now
lavished so much extra attention to, were routinely fixed. Such little details made life on the farm
so much more enjoyable.

Balancing the cow's regime of exercise was her special diet. Joey carefully controlled the young
cow's intake of tit and ass food. A high protein blend consisting mostly of soy byproducts and
high fiber cereals, tit and ass food, as the farm hands called the feed that Joey's father purchased
from the local livestock merchant, was specially prepared for the particular diet of human
livestock. Things went so well, that by the time of the fair, about the middle of July, Joey's and
Linda Sue's selected entry's breasts had again enlarged, this time reaching double D.

The first day of the fair finally arrived. Joey had attached a small livestock trailer, a short
enclosed affair much resembling a horse trailer, to his van into which the young cow would travel
to the fair. To save on expenses during the week long event, both Joey and Linda Sue would
spend their nights together in the van. Joey had equipped the van with everything that they
would need, including most importantly, as large a bed as Joey could fit within the back of the
full size van.

Though it took a couple of hours for both Joey and Linda Sue to pack the van with their
supplies, the time seemed to go by much more quickly. The last thing to do was to secure their
young cow into the livestock trailer. No doubt sensing that something was up, the cow was
noticeably apprehensive and skittish. Linda Sue spoke softly to calm the two legged cow. "Easy
girl, we've just got a short way to go."

Walking with a slow and carefully stepped pace, Joey and Linda Sue eased their girl into the
livestock trailer. Strapping the cow into the trailer, Joey and Linda Sue closed and secured the
trailer's door behind them. Transformed from a human being into a bipedal cow, now but a piece
of livestock, the young farm animal would travel naked to the fair.

As Joey watched Linda Sue climb onto the van's passenger seat he noticed her perspiration
soaked shirt clinging revealingly to her chest. Linda Sue didn't wear a bra. In fact, Linda Sue didn't
wear much at all. A pair of almost illegal cutoff jeans just barely covered her ass cheeks. Her feet
were bare. Linda Sue smiled at Joey as his cock stiffened in response to sudden carnal thoughts.
"Oh the July sun is hot! Come on Joey, lets get this show on the road, the fair is waiting!"

I took the better part of a half of a day to drive to the fair grounds. Once there they had to go
through the usual routine of checking in and finding a place to park. Fortunately, the check in was
a drive through. The check in attendant, an older man with graying hair and a developing pot
belly, was naked. Unlike most agricultural fairs the cannibal fair was nudist. It was the custom for
not only the bipedal cattle, but also for those attending the fair to go about completely nude. No
one was quite sure how this tradition got started, some say it came from some old cannibal
cartoons, but needless to say there wasn't a more comfortable way to spend a hot July day.

"How are you all doing? Here's your identification badges. Remember, don't lose them. It's about
all there is between you're being human and someone's next meal."

Joey thanked the attendant and drove to a parking spot not too far from the livestock barns.
Always the thoughtful farmer, Joey was careful to pick a spot upwind of the barns. Already, it
was only the first day of the fair, the fair grounds were crowded with people, all naked and
glistening with sun tan lotion in the lengthening July afternoon.

As Joey and Linda Sue stepped out of the van the smell of roasting meat, human meat, greeted
their arrival. Joey was the first to comment about what awaited them. "I love coming to the fair,
that aroma gets my appetite going every time."

"Dinner will have to wait. First spray some of that sun tan oil on my back before it burns. Then
lets get our little prize winner safely installed in the exhibit area. Then we can eat."

Looking back to Linda Sue, Joey noticed that she had already stripped down to nothing but a pair
of sandals. Her firm breasts, well covered with a layer of sun tan oil, glistened invitingly in the
afternoon sun. Suddenly Joey forgot about food, but only temporarily.

With their bodies protected from the sun's harmful effects and having remembered to place the
identification badges about their necks, their only garment besides the sandals on their feet, Joey
and Linda Sue carefully escorted their cow to the livestock barn assigned to their category of
entry. At the fair there were primarily three categories of cows on exhibit. The first kind of cow
was like theirs, known as a conversion, a cow that at one time had been human like themselves,
but for one reason or another had their status converted to livestock. The second kind of cow
were those who were specially bred to be livestock. Presented with the first two kinds of bipedal
livestock, Joey could easily tell them apart. Once having been human, a certain fraction of
humanity always remained. Those bipedal cows raised from birth as nothing more than livestock
never had the opportunity of a normal human development and it showed. The third category of
cow were those prepared for the smokehouse. In contrast to the general desire to keep the meat
of the first two kinds of cow as lean as possible, those cows destined to have their meat smoked
were put on extremely high fat diets. Their bodies were optimized in the entirely opposite
direction. The third kind of cow was generally huge and obese. However, the hams that resulted
tended to be very tasty.

Having secured their cow in her pen, Joey and Linda Sue turned their attention to one of the fair's
many food tents. Elbowing their way through the a crowd of other hungry fair attendants, Joey
and Linda Sue encountered a most fantastic site. In front of them, four parallel rows of double
high rotisseries were available for the barbecuing of human meat. Fed by a line of gas fed flame
lying parallel with the axis of each spit, eight human carcasses could be simultaneously roasted.
Already, despite the evenings early hour, half of the spits were occupied with slowly spinning
and cooking meat. Before long all the spits would be busy with the task of cooking meals for the
multitude of hungry fair goers.

Pressing his way to the ordering counter, Joey peered to the nearest of the roasting carcasses.
Decapitated and skinless, Joey could see the spit, which entered the carcass at the anus and
exited through the neck, passing through the cow's lower abdominal region. The stomach had been
left open after gutting. The legs had been doubled over and were pined to the carcass's sides. The
arms were likewise doubled over and pined to the cow's back. Both the feet and hands were
missing. The overall effect made the roasting cow appear much like a chicken, a very large
chicken. This particular cow must be near done though Joey. The meat had acquired a dark brown
color, black in places where the barbecue sauce had burned.  Torrents of hot steam rose in visible
streams from every opening. The nipples of the cow's ample breasts had turned charcoal black
due their greater proximity to the flames. Juices dripped from the cow's expanded vaginal
opening.

All of the roasting carcasses were from cows. All of the other roasting cows were similarly
prepared. As Joey waited for the ordering attendant, a pretty teenaged woman whose naked
body compared favorably to those roasting behind her, to get to him for his order, Linda Sue
yelled out to a middle aged man wearing nothing but an apron and a cowboy hat who was busy
using a broom to apply barbecue sauce to one of the rotating carcasses of meat. "Hey mister,
where can we see the butchering?"

Dipping the broom into a large bucket of deep red barbecue sauce, the man paused to carefully
coat the buttocks of a roasting cow with barbecue sauce before he replied. Only after he was sure
that no spots of the roasting meat had been left uncovered did he answer. "Behind this tent
there's another tent and behind that tent is a stockade. The meat cows are kept in the stockade as
they wait to be butchered. Feel free to go into the butchering tent, but keep out of the way. The
guys in there like to work fast."

Grabbing Joey's right arm, Linda Sue pulled him from his place in line. Joey was furious. "What
do you think you are doing?"

"Joey, come on. You can eat anytime. If we hurry we can still witness the day's butchering",
replied Linda Sue.

Reluctantly, Joey went along with Linda Sue's wishes. It was at times like this when the thought
of Linda Sue rotating about a cooking flame was the most appealing.

As Joey and Linda Sue approached the stockade they could see a collection of naked cows being
herded together within the stockade. Though differing in their appearances, all of the cows shared
the common marking of their ear tags. The ear tag plus a variety of inspection tattoos clearly
indicated the status of those waiting within the stockade. Joey couldn't help getting aroused from
the sight of so much naked femininity being forced to line up within the stockade. Ample breasts
bounced unhindered and well padded hips swayed as the line of naked cows moved forward.
Herders armed with cattle prods were in the process of constricting the herd onto a narrow ramp
entering the butchering tent. As Joey and Linda Sue watched, a panicking cow attempted to climb
over the stockade's fence. An alert herder rushed to the outside of the stockade fence and with a
quick jab of his cattle prod promptly forced the cow back. Restricted to a single file on the ramp,
a sliding door opened to allow a single cow entrance to the butchering tent. Forced within, the
door promptly closed behind her. After a short pause of constant duration the door once again
opened for the next waiting cow.

Noticing Joey's excited sexual state Linda Sue reached down and tightly grasped Joey's stiffening
cock. "Plenty of time for that later, Joey. Come on, lets go see what happens inside."

Joey attempted to take his mind off of the eroticism of the herding. Not entirely successful,
Joey's cock remained half hard as Joey and Linda Sue entered the butchering tent.

Though bright lights illuminated critical areas of the tent's interior, there remained a significant
number of dark spots. The overall effect caused an observer's eyes to be guided from one work
station to the next. Details in-between were missed. Perhaps that was just as well. Neither Joey
nor Linda Sue wanted to know what felt wet and slimy against their almost bare feet.

A production line of human disassembly greeted Joey and Linda Sue as the pair's eyes adjusted
to the tent's interior illumination. At each stage of the line men were busy with either the initial
beheading of the cow, the removal of the skin, gutting, and at the final stage, the impalement of
the headless carcass on a rotisserie spit. Joey and Linda sue stood transfixed near the start of the
line watching the workers ready yet another cow to meet her fate as a tall man approached them.

"Hello there, you two want a tour? Well, don't just stand there looking dumbfounded, yet me
show you around."

Joey and Linda Sue graciously accepted the man's hospitality. Unlike all the others attending the
fair, this man and the other men working the disassembly line wore pants and boots. Their chests
however were bare. The butchering tent had rather poor ventilation. Copious quantities of sweat
dripped from the men's brows. Upon closer inspection Linda Sue noticed that the little clothing
that they wore clung closely to their bodies from the wetness. Linda Sue admired their guide's
buttocks which were well revealed despite their fabric covering.

"Here it begins. At least for us. I suppose you could also say that here it ends for the cow." The
man had stopped right behind the sliding door from the ramp. A pair of men were in the process
of strapping down a young cow to a guillotine. Another man stood by at the ready to release the
blade which in short order will separate the young cow's head from her body. A blood stained
trough awaited to carry away her head. As Joey and Linda Sue passed by the young cow turned
her head slightly to look up at the observers to her last moments. Fear showed in the young
cow's eyes. Joey knelt alongside the entrapped cow and reached over to feel the quality of her
flesh. A pair of breasts that seemed to be much oversize when compared to the cow's frame,
dangled invitingly in front of Joey. Reaching out with both hands, the tit flesh felt firm and the
nipples were hard. Moving one hand from the cow's high quality tit flesh to her buttocks, Joey
repeated his inspection there. Again, Joey was not displeased. This cow had been well prepared.
Though Joey thought the cow to be pretty and well shaped, she was just a cow. As if signaling
an invitation, the cow's hairless cunt gapped invitingly. Under different circumstances if Joey had
the opportunity to view the cow not as she presently was, but as a woman, he would
undoubtedly find the woman attractive. But, as it was she was nothing but a cow, a very
delicious food source.

A warning was shouted and Joey stood back from the guillotine. The cow's eyes never closed.
From a signal from those securing the cow to the guillotine, the cow's executioner let the blade
fall. With a sudden snapping sound the cow's neck was severed and her pretty head rolled down
the trough. The cow's head had traveled no further than half way down the trough when another
man after having looped a pair of ropes around each of the cow's ankles, caused the cow to be
lifted vertically above the disassembly line. It was a short journey to the next processing station.

Joey and Linda Sue's guide continued his narrative at the next processing station. "Once the heads
are off, here they get skinned. Flaying requires a great deal of skill." Implicating those working at
the skinning station, he continued. "Few are more expert at their job than is our flaying team.
This is all that they do eight hours a day."

Having received the unfortunate cow who had just lost her head, a pair of men armed with special
knives proceeded to cut away the cow's skin. Starting from the ankles, they made long cuts just
deep enough to separate the skin. In an impressively short time, the pair simultaneously stripped
off the cow's skin. The cow's pink meat was exposed for all to see.

Linda Sue's interest in the butchering operation was nevertheless tempered by the smell. Joey
seemed not to be bothered by the smell. No doubt he had long since grown accustomed to bad
smells. A low grade stench filled the air of the tent's interior. As their guide directed them to the
next processing station she found the foul odor's source. At the gutting station several men, one
man per cow, were busy slicing open the belies of inverted bipedal cows. Once opened, the
contents of their belies were cut away. Large trash cans received the contents.

The guide paused before an inverted cow that had just been washed out. Joey and Linda sue
could see the cow's backbone through the cow's belly opening. "From here on, all that remains is
impalement on a rotisserie spit. Most cows are processed as you have just seen. Occasionally we
do deviate from the procedure that you have seen here. For example, from time to time we get
requests to leave the head on. Don't miss the Polynesian style barbecue that the fair has each
evening. For this event a cow with her head on his baked in a shallow trench over hot coals."

At the last station Joey and Linda Sue watched as a spit was forced through the carcass of a
butchered cow. Taking advantage of gravity, the vertical cow was forced down upon the spit's
pointed end. Entering from the neck, the spit shortly reappeared from the cow's ass. The cow's
limbs were then secured. Finally, both the hands and feet were cut away. As the pair of
onlookers walked out of the butchering tent they noticed a large trash can filled almost to the top
with discarded hands and feet. Another pair of extremities from an unfortunate formerly human
girl were unceremoniously tossed onto the heap.

Joey still felt sexually aroused. He couldn't wait any longer. On their way back towards the food
tent, Joey and Linda Sue encountered the communal fuck tent. Sounds of passion could be clearly
heard coming from its inside. Grabbing Linda Sue's right arm Joey directed her into the fuck tent.
"Come on Linda Sue, there's no time like the present."

Smiling, Linda Sue did not resist. Like Joey, she had been sexually aroused by their encounter
with the slaughtering operation. The sight of all the naked bipedal cows forced to await their
conversion to roasts on a spit had awakened deep dark desires within her. Her vagina had
remained well lubricated throughout the entire tour.

Finding an unoccupied mat, Linda Sue positioned herself on her back. Already highly aroused,
there was no need for foreplay. Invitingly, Linda Sue lifted and spread apart her legs. Joey's cock
was already hard. Kneeling over Linda Sue's prone body, he momentarily paused as Linda Sue
took hold of his stiff member and guided it to her waiting sexual opening. She was well lubricated.
Linda Sue steadied herself as Joey quickly thrust himself deep down into Linda Sue. She sighed
happily as she once again felt the wonderful filled feeling that Joey's cock provided. Tightly
grasping the flesh of Joey's heaving buttocks, Linda Sue joined in on the familiar rhythmic motion
of their now joined bodies.

Though Joey could of kept on going for quite awhile in the good old missionary position, after
awhile Linda Sue wanted to try something else. "Oh that's good! Turn over, it's my turn to get
one top."

With a sudden popping noise, Joey reluctantly slid his prick out of Linda Sue tight fitting fuck
tunnel. Turning over onto his back, Linda Sue promptly assumed a sitting position across his lap.

Having secured a tight grip onto Joey's skyward bound cock, Linda Sue wasted no time impaling
herself down onto Joey's stiff member. Starting slowly, Linda Sue gradually increased the tempo
of her pounding onto Joey's cock. Closing her eyes, she imagined Joey's long cock to be an
impaling spit ready to pierce its way all the way through her body. With Linda Sue's most secret
fantasy vividly pictured before her closed eyes, the period of her impalement on Joey's cock
quickened to it fastest rate and in so doing Linda Sue achieved the crescendo of sexual release that
she so desperately craved. Continuing her movements, Joey came soon afterwards.

Sexually relieved, feelings of hunger returned with a vengeance to both Joey and Linda Sue.
Returning to the food tent, each them ordered a rump roast with an attached thigh. The young
naked waitress smiled from behind the counter as she took their orders. Joey couldn't help
wonder how she would taste.

Receiving their orders, medium done portions of thigh and rump well covered with barbecue
sauce, onions and mushrooms, Joey and Linda Sue found a spot to sit at one of the food tent's
communal tables. There they joined several other couples who were already partaking in the
cannibal feast. No utensils were provided. Instead, the use of one's hands was expected. Picking
up the roast of human meat in both hands, Joey commenced to bite away chucks of the rich
tasting meat. Pausing to wash down the meat with a drink of beer, Joey casually wiped his greasy
hands on his naked chest. No napkins were provided either.

All of the other participants in the cannibal feast, including Linda Sue, copied Joey's dining
behavior. To be not covered with the grease of formerly human cows was considered to be in
extremely bad taste. Previously accepted notions of civilized decorum were forgotten at the
cannibal fair.
