Cannibal 4H Chapter Seven: At the Fair by Eurytion
	
THIS YEAR THE WEATHER was cooperating with the fair's organizers. Moderate
temperatures and gentle breezes had replaced last year's oven-like heat and Santa Ana winds. As
always, the Cannibal 4-H Fair announced its presence with the sweet, succulent smell of human
cattle being roasted over wood fires tantalizing the nose long before the participants arrived at the
grounds. One of the never ending debates occasioned by the fair was which wood was best.
Competing cooks had actually been known to come to blows over this issue.
	
Joey, like his father, was a traditionalist. Strong and hearty hickory for barbecues, sweet maple
for smoking. Neither approved of mesquite, calling it a wood "fit only for dilettantes and
dickheads."
	
Linda Sue was not so rigid in her tastes. Although she agreed about mesquite, it was decent for
quick grilling of steaks and chops but too long made the meat bitter, and liked the results you got
with hickory and maple; she felt that oak and pecan brought out a more subtle range of rich
flavours in the meat. Apple and cherry with their delicate fruity essences were her woods of
choice for smoking human cattle, especially when the meat was lean. 
	
While fist fights had been fought over firewood, full scale wars had broken out over what was,
next to the quality of the meat, considered to be the heart and soul of any real barbecue: the
sauce. 
	
Thick or thin? Spicy or sweet? Mild or Hot?  Tomato-based, mustard-based or vinegar-based?
Separate theatres of battle had been opened over the issues of rubs, pastes, marinades, mops and
sops. In the end, the only thing the combatants could agree on was that those other idiots had no
idea what made a really champion barbecue.
	
Joey backed the farm's large flatbed truck up the pavilion. By prearrangement several hands from
the farm were there to help unload a most unusual cargo. To the average passerby, the device
would look like a giant aquarium made with smoky glass walls. In fact, it was the final home of
the young lady formerly known as Valerie.
	
Ten months under the artificial light of the veal pen had caused cow 701 to undergo some rather
severe changes. Even a few minutes exposure to the most diffuse sunlight would cause her skin to
burn.  Joey would use a strong sunscreen to protect her on the way to Crenshaw's Superior
Meats but the rules of the fair did not allow for any emollients to be placed on an animal's skin
prior to judging. Her eyes, acclimated to the dim red light of the pen, would be blinded by any
stronger illumination then she was used to.
	
Thus the transfer box.  Based on the techniques used to allow nocturnal animals to be viewed in
the zoo, the box had special one-way windows on all of its sides.  Inside the box was the same
type of lighting system used in the veal pen. The plexiglass-like material had been specially tinted
to give fairgoers the best possible view of cow 701 under the red lights.  The box itself was big
enough to accommodate the veal cage and five people.  Joey could bring the three judges into the
box and still have room to release cow 701 from the cage.  It was, he thought as they muscled the
box into its assigned spot in the pavilion, an innovative answer to the problem of showing human
veal.
	
After he was sure that the box was properly set up and cow 701 was safely inside, Joey went in
search of Linda Sue. He didn't have far to go. As he suspected, Linda Sue was hanging around the
butchering tent talking with Carl from Crenshaw's Superior Meat.
	
"Joey, we've got to go to the Polynesian-style barbecue this year, even if it does cost extra. Carl
says they airlifted three girls and all the fixings in from Fiji. They even brought a Fijian cook
along so it will be as authentic as possible."
	
Joey took Linda Sue by the arm and, saying his hellos and goodbyes to Carl at the same time,
proceeded towards the food tent. Along the way they passed the open pit. Because it was early
in the fair, only two girls were turning on spits, their flesh turning to a golden brown above the
climbing flames.
	
A slab of ribs on his plate with extra sauce on the side, Joey sat down at a table across from
Linda Sue. As always, no knives, forks or spoons were provided to the diners, hands being the
only acceptable form of tableware for use at the fair. Linda Sue was indulging herself in an early
afternoon meal of smoked bull pricks smothered in a sea of green chile sauce with pobale on the
side.
	
"After we're done eating," he told his girlfriend between mouthfuls. "I'd like you to go with me
to the supply pavilion. Dad wants to throw a special feast after the fair is over. We'll handle the
details. Crenshaw's already agreed to butcher those three human heifers we've been keeping for a
special occasion. Al said you can help if you want. Got to get as many things arraigned today as
we can."
	
Linda Sue felt her pussy beginning to dampen.
	
"You've been working with those three while I've been concentrating on the veal project.  How
do you think they should be prepared?"
	
Linda Sue didn't need any time to formulate her response. "I think the cow in stall 11 would be
perfect for whole carcass oven roasting. Her black skin would really look good on a platter set off
by a bed of rice or some potatoes. Maybe we could leave the head on and serve her with an apple
in her mouth.  
	
"We'll take cow 22 and have Crenshaw's smoke her.  She's almost finished cattle now and a
week on high nutrient density concentrates should top her off. Those hams of hers will be great
eating. We'll serve them bone in and just do a spiral carve around the bone. I'll let you use maple
to smoke this one, she's a little too fat for anything else.
	
"That last cow, we'll spit barbecue. You said your dad wants this to be a special feast so I really
think we should use pecan wood. She's young, only 17 and tender. The pecan will burn slower
and more consistently.  We'll get some spectacular meat of that one if you do it my way."
	
The crowds were beginning to increase as the two human cattle ranchers made their way to the
supply tents. Although the main judging wouldn't be held for another two days, there were
enough activities already underway to attract fairgoers to the grounds.
	
The inside of the supply pavilion was honeycombed with individual booths and exhibits. More
than 600 companies were taking advantage of the fair to display their wares. The pavilion was
roughly divided up into sections, each one coinciding with the general type of merchandise being
presented.
	
Although they were primarily interested in the restaurant supply section, the gleaming chrome of
a Jessica 3000 processing machine glittering under a bank of spotlights caught their eye, a dozen
television screens above the machine replaying the classic tape of television anchor Merideth
Vierra being personally prepared by Merle Hill for her company's picnic. A large sign announced
Mr. Hill would be making an special appearance at the fair. Another solicited volunteers for his
scheduled demonstration.
	
Joey found it difficult to stop watching the tape. In his mind's eye he could see Linda Sue being
processed in place of Merideth; his cock growing rock-hard at the thought of flicking the final
switch to drive the spit fully into an unsuspecting Linda Sue.
	
For her part, Linda Sue was also imagining herself taking Merideth's place but, unlike the hapless
anchor, with full knowledge of the consequences of being strapped in place on the apparatus. She
could feel her juices beginning to leak down the inside of her thighs.
	
A salesperson for Hill's interrupted their hypnotic study of the display.  "One look at the two
of you and I can tell you like what you see up there," referring to their aroused state.  "We've
been looking for a volunteer for Merle to process during the demonstration. Mam, you would be
just about perfect.  If you'd like to sign these papers," he said shoving a clipboard with a
voluntary meat registration form at Linda Sue, "we could get everything set up for tomorrow."
	
Linda Sue's hand shifted slightly toward the clipboard then stopped.  Thanking the salesperson
for his interest Joey declined the proposal to Linda Sue and began to move on down the aisle.
	
"If you change your mind, just come on back. I know Mr. Hill would be pleased to pop your
sow for you even if you didn't want to use the Jessica," he called out to the pair as Linda Sue
looked wistfully back over her shoulder at the display.
	
Deep in their individual thoughts, the pair were silent as they proceed deeper into the pavilion. It
was only after they had reached the restaurant supply section that they found themselves able to
speak.
	
Linda Sue began to flutter between the various displays, excited at the opportunity to pick the
best equipment possible.  In the end, they ordered a new aluminum whole carcass roasting pan
with a special Pyrex top which would allow guest to watch the cow roast; a new set of German
Solingen steel cleavers, forks and carving knives; and a full complement of Spode serving platters
and dishes including two specially designed for bone in human hams and a reenforced silver-edged
whole carcass platter.
	
The most time was spent deciding on the equipment for the barbecue. Linda Sue was quite
unreasonably finicky about her selections, taking close to an hour to examine almost every 
variety of spit available at the fair. The bipedal cow chosen for this portion of the meal was a
close approximation to Linda sue in both age and body type. 
	
At 5' 7", the human cow stood an two inches higher than Linda Sue  and at 143 pounds, weighed
five pounds more.   The doomed girl's udders were two inches bigger and a full size larger than
Linda Sue's 36 D's, the results of injections as well as the special tit food. Nevertheless, the
Joey's girl and his girlfriend were near enough matches to allow Linda Sue to use herself as a
template while making decisions on which equipment would work best.
	
Linda Sue threw herself into this job with a passion; insisting on being tied to each of her final
three choices, hoisted onto a pair of  Y-bars and rotated as though she was the torso being
roasted. This led Joey to speculate once again about how appealing and satisfying it would be to
actually see Linda Sue rotating over a real hickory fire; her clear, savory juices dripping from
cracks in a  skin turned tawny from the heat of the flames.
	
In the end, she settled on having a Perro brand spit custom built. Composed of a special
carbon/Kevlar composite, the hollow spit would have a diameter of 1 1/2". At 7' 7" long, it
would extend 1 1/2' past each end of the torso. The custom spit would have the patented Perro
"surgical needle" point at one end. After the cow was impaled, the ends of the spit would be
attached to a matched set of non-conducting handles allowing for easy, burn-free turning by hand.
One of the handles was also adaptable for use with a mechanized rotisserie unit.
	
Between their perusal of the Jessica 3000 and Linda Sue's active examination of the various spits;
the lover's hormonal levels were at a elevated peak. It took them only minutes after Joey had
signed the purchase orders for the party to find their way to the fuck tent and begin to make use
of the coital facilities.
	
Lying on his back, a small dark canvas bag within reach, Joey insisted that Linda Sue get on top.
Horny and needing release she didn't argue. Her hands trapped Joey's member and, without any
preliminary foreplay, placed it at the entrance to her pussy.Moving in tandem, Joey thrust
upwards while Linda Sue drove down. The result was a quick and complete sheathing of Joey's
dick into the recesses of Linda Sue's cunt. 

Linda Sue began to slide up and down on Joey like a wooden pony on a carousel pole, Joey's
hands kneading her tits between his fingers. She moved faster and faster, Joey squeezed harder.
Suddenly her tits were visited by a complete absence of touch. 

Wondering what was happening, Linda Sue was startled to have Joey grab her by the hair and
snap her head back. Looking straight forward, Linda Sue saw Joey give her one of the hand
signals used to herd his human cattle. She stopped cold. Joey tugged on her hair again, stinging
her scalp. His hand repeated the signal. In response, Linda Sue bent forward at the waist until her
breasts were smashed against Joey's chest.
	
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Joey's left hand entering the canvas bag he had
brought to their bed. His right hand let go of her hair. She continued to watch for signals. Joey's
left hand reentered her field of vision. Already stimulated to a high pitch Linda Sue began to
quiver. In Joey's hand was an foot-long sample of a Perro roasting spit,  the Dolcett model made
of cold-rolled iron with a blunt-end cap. Its Teflon coating gleamed with a thin coat of lubricant.
	
Joey reached down behind her. She felt her buttocks part. The spit pressed hard at her puckered
rose. Her opening began to widen; the spit slipping into her portal. Linda Sue grunted welcoming
the invader. Joey pushed harder and the spit probed deeper into as yet uncharted territories. As
Joey continued to push, Linda Sue felt the first sensations of panic.
	
"Please Joey, that's far enough." Joey ignored her pleading, pressing the spit in further.
	
"Joey, I can't take any more. Stop."
	
"Merideth took 10 inches of anal spit. You can take 12," replied Joey relentlessly advancing the
spit forward.
	
Linda Sue began to rock back and forth, propelling Joey's prick in and out of her now gushing
vagina at the same time aiding the entrance of the spit higher into her bowel. All pretence at
control was lost. In her lust, Linda Sue only wanted two things; to take the entire length of the
spit within her and to come. Neither were denied her. Just as her ass closed over the distant end
of the spit her body was racked with a series of wrenching orgasms, leaving her to collapse limp
and drained onto top of a similarly satiated Joey.
	
Later that night, Linda Sue sat on the edge of her bed worry etching her features. In her hand was
the sample spit that Joey had so skilfully used to coax her to climax.  Is this really going to be my
fate? Am I really going to wind up on someone's plate? It was exciting when it was just an
unobtainable fantasy. Now that Joey is beginning to treat me like a cow can a real spit be that far
off? Is that what I really want? I better be sure because there'll be no turning back.
