Cannibal 4H Chapter Ten: Reaching Closure by Eurytion
	
JOEY AND LINDA SUE BEGAN to give cow 701 her last grooming, rubbing a thick coat of
sunscreen over her translucent white skin. Although the cow would stay in the transfer box until
her scheduled afternoon appointment, without some protection even the four minutes in the hot
sun it would take to make the final walk to the slaughtering chute would redden her skin like a
lobster dropped into a pot of boiling water.

As they smoothed the unguent on to 701's hide, they were preoccupied with thoughts about the
events to come.

A bit morose, the three-time champion wasn't looking forward to the afternoon. Too many
distractions. 

Billy & his parents would be there to achieve "closure" by watching their former family member
slaughtered. Even though he and Billy had patched up their difficulties over Valerie's conversion
Billy had become a frequent attendee at Cow 701's feedings, the fact that the convert's former
parents would be in attendance made Joey uneasy.

To further complicate matters,  a new local group of cattle rights activists had promised to picket
Crenshaw's in protest of the "barbaric" methods used to produce human veal. The press would
be there to record their actions.

Joey was beginning to tire of his "fifteen minutes of fame." At first, like any young man, he was
excited. His name and photograph were in the local paper. People knew who he was and
sometimes pointed at him as he walked down the street. Young girls and some not so young girls
flirted with him. 

A number, including one middle-aged member of the local council who brought along her 15-year
old daughter and a series of restraints that could have been used on the ranch, went farther
providing Joey with a variety of new and appreciated experiences.

But, as time went on, the attention lost its lustre. Joey felt pressured to best himself. If he didn't
win the top prize every year at the fair it could only mean that he was going backwards and that
wasn't acceptable.

Well, thought Joey to himself, nobody said living at the top would be easy.  But, in just a few
more hours some of the pressure he was feeling would be released. Cow 701 would be
slaughtered and ready for consumption.
	
In contrast, Linda Sue was in high spirits. For her it was a day of triumph.  

A potential rival for Joey's affection was getting the punishment she deserved. Linda Sue knew
that Valerie had cast her young eyes on Joey; that Valerie wanted to supplant Linda Sue in
Joey's life. Unlike Joey who thought Valerie's "crush" was cute and harmless, Linda Sue saw
Valerie as a serious rival for Joey's affections.

Linda Sue had worked hard to shape Joey's future. Without her persuasion of Joey's dad, Joey
would never have been able to enter his first fair.  If Linda Sue hadn't shown the initiative to
entice Al Crenshaw into buying Joey's first winner, the business relationship between
Crenshaw's Superior Meats and Geryon Cattle Farms wouldn't have happened.  Even the veal
project and Valerie's conversion wouldn't have taken place without Linda Sue's machinations.

Step by step Linda Sue had set Joey on the path to a future he had never even dreamed about;
towards prospects that had never seemed imaginable. She had big plans, for the two of them.
Plans she would never allow a little mooncalf of a girl to ruin. Today would put paid to Valerie's
ambitions and send a signal to others of a like mind that Joey Geryon was hers and no one else's.
	
Cow 701 was in a mood of oblivious contentment, her higher reasoning functions pushed to the
far recesses of her mind.  The  young cow responded readily to her master's touch as he
massaged her sallow skin. With each stroke of her hide, every smear of sunscreen, her nipples
hardened and her vulva spread wider. 

Linda Sue, noticing the lubrication dripping down the cow's legs nudged Joey. "You know, in
just a couple of hours, this cow will be hanging upside down and draining.  You dad tells me that
she's never been bred. She's sure ready for it.  I know you've bred other cows on the farm. I've
even helped as you well remember.  Why don't you go ahead and breed this cow before we take
her to Crenshaw's?"

"Now why would I want to do that when I've got you around," Joey replied cagily.  "I know
you'll be taking care of all of my needs soon enough. Besides, the anticipation of waiting to get
you on the shaft just makes it better in the end."

"And just which shaft is it that you want to get me on Joey Geryon," asked Linda Sue? Joey just
smiled enigmatically.

"Well, if you don't want to breed her yourself," retorted Linda Sue, "let's get one or two of the
hands in and let them have a go at her.  They'd appreciate it. I'd enjoy watching and you'd enjoy
the aftermath of letting me watch. Besides it seems a shame to slaughter this cow before she's
had a full work out. If you don't want to use the hired help, that bull in stall 17 has a 10 1/2 inch
pizzle that would send this cow out with a real bang."

"Linda Sue, we don't have time to have her bred. We're due at Crenshaw's in less than an hour
and we still have plenty to do to get ready.  First time breedings aren't an exercise in calm and
serenity and you know how Al feels about anxious, skittish animals."

"Any unnecessary stress hurts the quality of the meat," they chanted together in imitation of Al,
smiles on their faces. "When Crenshaw's talks about superior meats we mean it. Calm, happy
cattle slaughtered peacefully provide us with the high calibre of meat that made our reputation."

"All right Joey," said Linda Sue. "I guess you're right. We should have bred her sooner though. It
seems such  a waste to let this one go unused. She could have satisfied the lust of a half dozen of
those fresh bulls in the other section of the barn. Oh, well it's too late now.  Let's get her in the
box and get on the way."

As they drove to Crenshaw' superior meats, Joey and Linda Sue passed a pair of teenagers
jogging by the side on the road. The redhead who was the shorter of the pair had a nice ass that
made Joey think of rump roasts while her lanky brunette partner, whose ribs were clearly visible
underneath her cutoff shirt, had him thinking barbecue. The two seemed to be arguing as they ran.

"Joey, we need to make plans about what to do next."

"Humm?"

"Pay attention, quit staring at those two girls.  The veal project is a success.  Someone else can
take that over now.  What is the next step?  How do we keep moving forward."

"Actually, sweetheart, I've got some plans along those lines."

"Planning, without me!  Joey, what are you up to?"

"I think you're going to like this if it all works out. Give me a few more days to firm up some of
the details and then we'll talk about it."

"Come on Joey, give me a clue. What are you thinking about?"

"Nope, you're just going to have to be patient, as hard as that is for you.  But don't worry,
you'll have a major role in this new project."

Linda Sue pestered Joey without success to reveal at least a hint about what he had in mind.

"Just wait. You'll find out when the time is right."

With a humph, Linda Sue sat back in her seat.  "We'll see just how long he can keep this a
secret," she thought to herself.

The truck carrying the transfer box slowly made it way through a crowd of protesters as it
entered the Crenshaw property.  There were about a dozen people picketing at Crenshaw's, their
signs reading "Meat is murder; Human cattle still have rights; Set your table with vegetables" and,
in a show of stunning insensitivity, "Would you want your daughter to be a cow?"
	
Although these demonstrations had become more common over the years, this was the first time
that cattle rights people had been active locally. Because they had announced their intent in the
local media, the county sheriff had assigned two deputies, Stan Triplett and Wally Zehr, to see
that things didn't get out of hand and that the demonstrators didn't interfere with the day's
operations.

Nicknamed Mutt & Jeff because of the difference in their sizes, the two county deputies would
brook no nonsense on their watch. They were carnivores and had little respect for what they
considered to be a mewling crowd of namby-pamby leaf-eating wankers who wanted to take
away their steak, chops and roasts. 

If people didn't want to eat flesh then well and good. That was their individual choice, freely
made. But, to the two deputies, that didn't entitle folks to force their personal decision on others.
De gustibus non est disputandum was their motto.

While the truck came to a halt in the parking lot near the entrance to the processing plant, a
number of the protesters put down their signs and picked up candles. Moving between the truck
and the entrance, they dropped to their knees and began to pray. 
	
As Joey and his crew lowered the truck's ramp to the ground, Linda Sue strode over to the
demonstrators, fire in her eyes. Standing in front of one middle-aged lady, she left fly with a
verbal load of buckshot. No one could ever accuse Linda Sue of being shy. Her motto was do
onto others before they do onto you.
	
"Anges Carlson you mealy-mouthed pharisee," she addressed the woman. "I've seen the order
list at the Crenshaw's. Your husband Sam's name is on it. Here you are today praying for this
human cattle when you know perfectly well that this weekend you'll be praying over her after
she's been brought to your supper table. You should be ashamed of yourself and this phony-
baloney act of yours."
	
Linda Sue moved to her right. "And you Bertie Williams. A lot of people know what really
happened to your first wife Alice out in the forest and why. I guess you should have been more
cautious in the showing of a certain videotape. You haven't reformed so don't come the righteous
one now. I'm going to be sure to tell Mary not to take up botany as a hobby.

"All of you with you pious signs and your moral certitude are nothing but busybodies and
hypocrites.  You all may think it makes you a bigger and better person to be here today marching
and praying and calling for an end to the raising of  human cattle but there's not a one of you that
doesn't profit from it in one way or another. 

"Jason Breen, your gas station sells fuel to all the human cattle ranchers around here; maybe they
ought to take their business somewhere else. And you Dottie Donner, I've seen you chow down
on a bull prick or two when you thought no one was looking. Charlie Pickels, how much more
business will your vegetable stand do if everyone stops eating meat?
	
"Maybe you all better worry about the beam in your eyes before you set out to remove the mote
from mine."
	 
The deputies couldn't help laughing openly at the furious dressing-down being given to the cattle
rights advocates by Linda Sue. Their responsibilities as law enforcement officials kept them from
voicing their personal opinions but that didn't stop them from agreeing with the young firebrand.

But Linda Sue wasn't the only advocate aroused to a fine edge of wrath. An attractive brunette
with shoulder-length brown hair strode athletically forward and began to berate the young
rancher.

"Are you completely bereft of any human decency," she challenged Linda Sue.  "These aren't
animals. No matter what the law says and what's been done to them, they are people.  They are
not our chattel. They are our sisters and brothers.  They are not being processed, they are being
murdered. What is being done here today is wrong.  More than wrong it is barbarous."

At 5' 9' Linda Sue's antagonist towered over her by a good four inches, forcing her to look up
into her face. Linda Sue stepped back to allow her to lower her eyes and adjust the psychic
interaction between the two females.

"Ann," she started. "It is Ann isn't it, I think  I've seen you in town," she asked. The brunette
nodded yes curtly. "What you think or even what I think doesn't matter.  The law is the law.
The courts have ruled that this is legal; that these are cattle not people and their slaughter and
consumption is legitimate and allowed. Besides that," she added, "they're really pretty tasty.
You should try some."

"Eating people, whether or not you call them cattle, is an iniquity that stains the human soul,"
 Ann charged. "It is immoral, evil, inhuman and profane.  I don't care how many men in black
robes rule otherwise; not all the court decisions ever rendered can make it less so.

"Despite all my attempts to feel otherwise, whenever I hear anyone arguing in favour of this
abomination I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on them.  How forcefully would you defend
this practice if it was you in the stall; you who were reduced to the status of an animal; you who
would be cruelly killed and stuck on a pole over a blazing fire; you who would be ultimately
reduced to a satisfied belch from the fat stomach of a cannibal after a big dinner?Are you a living
human being with all the special qualities an individual possesses or are you just a slab of meat?"

Linda Sue couldn't help laughing.  "Honey, I've got a boyfriend who beats off some nights with
visions of me rotating over an smoldering fire spurring him to shoot sperm clear to the other side
of the room.  He's already tried a number of sample spits on me for size. I could very well wind
up on his plate.

"If I do, I'd take it as a compliment.  Like it or not, all of us are potential roasts on two legs.  If I
fail to satisfy Joey's cravings as a mate; well then maybe I can satisfy his cravings for meat.  I'd
be his victuals not his victim. See these tits," said Linda cupping her 36 Ds in her hands. "I take a
supplement every day to grow these boobs, just like the farm cattle do. I'm not just doing it
because I wanted bigger tits.  If my time comes I want to be the best that I can be.

"I've helped Joey raise his human cattle. I've got a good eye for stock. What are you, about 130-
135 pounds? I'd say you're about a 35 or 36 B cup. Yeh. you're about 35-25-38. You must work
out to keep that figure although if you don't eat meat that would explain a lot.  With a little work
and the right supplements, you could be a prime cut of human beef.  Maybe, if you played your
cards right, you'd be a milker for awhile or, if you're talented enough you could be a breeder.

"Of course, if we used you as breeding stock, we'd eventually wind up selling you as stew meat.
I don't think that figure of yours would hold up under intensive breeding.  Still even in a stew
you'd be serving people in a better fashion than you are now. Give it some thought Ann. We're
always looking for new cattle."

"I really pity you Linda Sue. If raising human cattle isn't wrong then nothing is. It is not too late
for you to seek redemption. Salvation can still be yours. Remember when a just cause reaches its
flood tide, whatever stands in the way must fall before its overwhelming power. We are right on
this and we will prevail no matter how hard the struggle; no matter how long the fight."

Before Linda Sue could respond, the two deputies intervened.

"OK folks," Jeff told the sign-wavers, "time to be moving along. Your permit says the protest
stops when the cattle arrive. The cattle are here so you're going to leave."
	
At heart, unlike their big-city counterparts, the local activists were law-abiding individuals. With
a minimum of grumbling, they gathered up their signs and candles and began to leave the property
promising that their fight for human cattle rights wasn't done with. Ann, staring straight at Linda
Sue pledged that she hadn't seen the last of her yet.

"No, but when I do I'll bet it's on the end of my fork covered with Bechamel sauce," Linda Sue
rebutted.

Al Crenshaw, who had been watching the antics of the protestors with some anger, walked over
to Joey. "Now that that's over, let's get on with business. We're going to do things a little
differently today. You know that this livestock is a conversion. The former family members
wanted to attend the slaughtering. I hear one of those touchy-feely counsellors told them they
needed to watch to achieve `closure.' 
	
"Your cow may have been their daughter once but not any more. She's just another heifer to
butcher.  I've agreed to let them watch the initial stage of the processing but that's it.  They
won't see the skinning or the dismembering; just the actual moment of termination. After that
they're out of here.
	
"To avoid any problems we have them in a separate room with a large window that looks out
onto the processing floor. They can see what goes on but that can't hear anything. They can't get
out of the room to disrupt anything and Mutt & Jeff have agreed to sit around to see to that.
Besides the legal papers they signed before I agreed to this nonsense have pretty severe penalties
for any disturbances they cause.
	
"Their being here means we can't use the usual slaughtering line. It's not exactly set up for
spectators. We've gone back to the old guillotine just like they use at the fair. I don't like it as
well as our method but it's the only humane way to slaughter your heifer and still let them
watch."
	
As Al Crenshaw paused to take a breath, Joey interrupted his monologue.
	
"Al, you know that Billy & his family are friends of mine. They're not here to cause any trouble.
They're just doing what their shrink said they needed to do."
	
"Yeah Joey, I know, I know. But I just don't like it. I'm running a meat market not a therapy
group. And if it gets out that I did this for them, everybody who has a conversion in the family is
going to want the same treatment. I just don't like doing this."
	
"No offense, but why are you doing this if you didn't want to?"
	
Al shrugged, a small rueful smile on his face. "Hell, Joey, you know Linda Sue. She's got a way
of always getting what she wants. And for some reason she wanted the family here to see this.
Anyway, it's too late to back out now. Let's just get your cow unloaded and get this over with."

As Joey and Al's discussion continued, Walt Gram had begun an interview with Linda Sue.
	
"Ms.," he started.
	
"Please call me Linda Sue."
	
"All right, Linda Sue. You sure did tear into those cattle rights people. How come? Don't they
have a right to their opinion?"
	
"Mr. Gram, Joey Geryon is a credit to this community. No one else has ever won three blue
ribbons in a row.   Most of the people, including the ones that were here today, earn a portion of
their livelihood from human cattle ranching. It makes me mad to see folks tear down what Joey
has done. 
	
"Joey can be one of the best if not the best human cattle ranchers in the country. He's smart and
innovative; this last project will change the way veal is raised and make it economical for the
small rancher. He's hard working. He's going places, big places. I hope you won't let a few
misguided individuals steer you away from the real story --- what Joey Geryon has and will
accomplish and what it means to this county and its people."

"But do they have a point? Is the conversion of humans into cattle wrong despite what the
courts have held?"

Linda Sue sighed heavily. "Mr. Gram, I' m just a farm hand not a legal scholar or a philosopher or
a religious leader. The consumption of human flesh has been an accepted part of our culture for
more than 50 years now. If it really was wrong, wouldn't it have been stopped long before this?"

Before Gram could reply, Joey and Al walked over. After introductions and a few more minutes
of discussion, including Joey's declining of an interview, the day's serious work began.
	
Joey entered the transfer box to find the young cow crouching on her heels. For a moment he was
tempted to give cow 701 one final feeding before her rendezvous with the razor-sharp blade of
the guillotine. His refusal to breed 701 was based on his promise to Valerie; it didn't meant Joey
wasn't interested. But Al clearly wanted to finish this job as quickly as possible. Besides Linda
Sue was always extra-attentive to his needs after watching a cow turned from livestock into meat.
He could wait another hour or so.

Cow 701 shook herself as she exited the transfer box and felt the warm sunlight strike her skin. It
was the first time she had been outside since her arrival at Geryon's. Even during her trip to the
fair she was loaded in and out of the transfer box inside the confines of the barn.  The extra
warmth felt nice. So did the chance to stretch her muscles after so long a time in the veal cage.

Using hand signals, Joey started the cow walking toward the open door. Just in case they were
necessary a shorter version of his herding staff was in a holster on his belt along with a halter and
lead. But, obeying the commands of her master, cow 701 ambled easily toward the building.

Moving placidly, the converted Valerie felt no sense of alarum; had no foreshadowing of the fate
that awaited her inside the building. As human cattle her concerns were of the most basic: food,
shelter and rest. To 701, this was a pleasant outing away from her pen. Nothing more and
nothing less.

Entering through the door, cow 701 stopped in the hallway to await Joey's orders. His hand
signs told her to continue to walk forward and through another door.

The cow stepped across the sill to find herself in a large room. As she moved forward, she could
hear the soft bang of a door being shut and even feel the slight breeze caused by its closing. 
Following Joey's gesture she stopped near the centre of the room and surveyed her surroundings. 

Four walls, one with a surface that reflected the room. A concrete floor, railings and tracks
crisscrossing the ceiling and, in the centre of the room a large, tall object made of wood and metal.
A portion of her once human consciousness began to stir. There was something wrong here,
something dangerous.

Joey examined the guillotine. At first glance it looked like an enlarged, slightly out of proportion
exercise machine. The narrow frame was made of two wooden uprights about a foot apart.
Attached at a ninety-degree angle to the uprights was a tiltable bench, almost like a weight bench.

At the top of the frame, eleven feet above the lunette, was the blade. A dull grey sheen belied the
razor sharpness of its 45 degree-angled edge.  Resting on the top of the blade was another weight
called the mouton which would help gravity to power the blade downwards. Once released, the
blade would fall at a speed of over 60 mph, humanely severing the head from the torso in less
than half a second.

At the bottom of the frame was a lunette, two pieces of wood one on top of another with small
half circles cut out. When the time came, 701's head would be placed on the lower half of the
lunette, chin down and facing forward.  A small hook would be attached to her bun to assure that
her neck was properly stretched. The top portion of the lunette would be lowered and tightly
secured. And then the end would come swiftly.

A plastic crate was located in front of the guillotine to receive the detached head. It was really
nothing more than an old milk crate, the stencilling for Teelucky's Dairy could still be seen on the
side, but the gaps in the gridwork would allow the blood to drain and make for easier cleanup.

As he gazed at the guillotine, Joey remembered the story of the baker, the printer and the
engineer who were scheduled to die during the French Revolution.

Asked whether he wanted to leave this life facing up or down, the baker chose to go facing up
telling his executioner that he wanted to die looking towards his maker.  Just inches before the
blade reached his neck, it came to a sudden and shuddering halt.  Declaiming that god had willed
the baker to live, he was set free by the executioner.

The printer also chose to die facing up. And in his case, the blade also stopped short of his neck.
Again a miracle was declared and the printer was freed.

Finally the engineer was lead to the guillotine. And, as they placed him face up in the lunette, he
said to the executioner "Hey, I think I see what the problem is here. If you just put a little oil in
these grooves."

Involuntarily, Joey turned to look at the black glass hiding Valerie's former family from his sight. 
"What's wrong with me. I'm out here thinking of jokes and they're in their waiting to see the end
of their daughter's life."

The air was getting close inside the small room. It was only intended to hold two people and then
for only a short time with the door opening and closing on a regular basis.  But, for the last hour
and a half, the room had been occupied by six people; Billy, his father Norm Hewitt, his mother
Nora, his Uncle John Snieth, his Aunt Janet and his older cousin Teresa Gudman. The overtasked
ventilation fan was never designed for these circumstances and the window overlooking the
butchering floor was beginning to fog over.

Billy had been surprised when his dad told him that his cousin Terri would be attending Valerie's
demise. Seven years older than he was,Terri had returned home to recover from a nasty divorce.
Although no one was saying so directly, Billy had pieced together enough fragments of hushed
conversation to understand that the family felt Terri was fault in the matter.

Terri's husband had been a stockbroker, albeit not a very good one. He had an uncanny sense of
market timing but usually in the wrong direction.  Most stocks he gave a buy recommendation to
either stalled or dropped in value.  Stocks on his hold list did much the same. Generally it was
only after one of Andy's "sell" recommendations was heeded by client that the stock met or
exceeded expectations.

The losses were always small, never catastrophic and, like a blind pig in search of an acorn,
occasionally one of Andy's picks would do very well indeed.  He was still bragging about his
selection of Balboa International which went from 12 3/4 to 96 7/8 over a six month period. The
only problem was that Andy's clients had become so wary of his judgment that only the three
newest had reaped the reward from this pick.

While others might have considered a career change, Andy was determined to persevere. He
threw himself into researching companies, looking for another Balboa International. Hours on the
telephone or the Web were followed by days away from home on site visits.  Terri's sex life
declined like one of Andy's recommendations.

To console herself, Billy's cousin took a lover, a normal enough response to the situation and one
that was socially acceptable these days even in the smallest of towns. Then she took a second,
this time an older woman.  A little more unusual but still within community standards at least in
the big city where Terri and Andy lived.

The cessation of the marriage had come after Andy returned to the apartment one night to find
Terri entertaining four lovers at once, none of them older than 16 and one of them a black girl.  In
exchange for a hefty settlement, she didn't contest the divorce. Family wags said that for Terri
the wages of sin was alimony.

A gasp from his mother redirected Billy's attention away from his cousin and out to the floor of
the slaughtering house. Cow 701 had just arrived.

Joey urged 701 further into the room.  She moved reluctantly toward the instrument of her
demise.  One of Al's butchers stood next to Joey.  "Put her in the knelling position." Joey gave
the order and 701 complied.

Billy felt himself begin to stiffen.  His frequent coatings of Cow 701's uvula with his sperm had
long ago obliterated the reality of Valerie from his mind. That wasn't his sister down there. It was
only another cow about to be transformed into steaks, chops and roasts. Watching the lithe naked
animal go to her end was exciting, not sad. Adjusting his growing erection, Billy moved closer to
the window. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his father and uncle doing the same.

Reaching into a pocket on his leather apron, the butcher took out a two-looped plastic tie, similar
to those used in electrical work.  Gently he brought 701's hands behind her back and fastened
them together with the tie. "Walk her over and have her stand next to the table." 701 began to
tremble and Joey had to give the hand signal twice before she began to shamble forward.

As good as the conditioning from McCain's was, the spark of Valerie that still resided with cow
701 was forcing its way back to consciousness. Her imminent demise was short circuiting all the
training she had undergone. Like a patient emerging from deep anaesthesia, Valerie was returning
to life. Her cowlike demeanour was fast disappearing and in its place a frightened young girl was
emerging.

The butcher knelt next to the shaking female and fastened a second set of loops, these made of
softer cotton rope,  around her ankles. With a small grunt, the butcher picked up the young cow
and set her belly down on the table.  He moved the table slightly; walked to the front and then
returned to make a readjustment. Satisfied with the positioning, he placed her neck in the bottom
of the lunette, then wrapped and tightened two leather straps around her torso, one just across
the shoulders the other below her knees. 701 was now completely immobilized and only minutes
away from drawing her final breath.

Billy's dick was hard, so hard it hurt. He was stuck in the room until after the blade fell, but once
it did he'd be running to the water closet for some relief. Looking straight forward Billy
attempted to hide his erection by getting as close to the window as possible. He felt his cousin
move next to him as her green and white plaid skirt brushed against the side of his arm.

"I hope this is over with quick," he thought, not so much for Valerie's sake but rather to keep
from being embarrassed by his growing lust.  The room, which had seemed so quiet before, now
sounded like an echo chamber, reverberating with the short, deep breaths of its occupants.

Walking to the far end of the table, the butcher reached for a braided nylon rope with a small
hook at the end. After fastening the hook to the cotton bindings around the ankle, he moved to
the front of the table. There he reached for a smaller version of the rope and hook designed to be
placed in 701's bun to fully stretch the neck. Satisfied with the positioning, the butcher nodded to
Joey.

"Come over to the other side and help me set the rest of the lunette in place. Just swing it
around, that's right. Now lower it down, easy easy.  OK there we go. Push that bolt into place.
Yep, that's got it. We're ready to pop this cow now."

Joey looked down to see moisture trickling down Valerie's cheeks.  Moved by an uncontrollable
impulse, he bent over to wipe away the tears with his hand only to hear a soft voice praying.
Joey started to move away only to be stopped by the sound of his name.

"Joey, Joey, is that you?."

He moved closer.  "I'm here Valerie."

"Joey, say goodbye to my family for me. Tell them I love them just like I love you. I know you
kept your promises. God bless you Joey. Please go. I don't want you to watch. Please do this
last thing for me and leave."

With a catch in his voice Joey started to speak only to be stopped by Valerie's voice. "Joey,
please don't say anything. I'm not that strong. I don't want to start begging for my life, for our
life together. Just go and when you think about me remember me as a girl not a cow."

Mutely Joey bent over and gave the tear dampened cheek a final kiss.  Stepping back he
motioned the butcher over.

"Come on, let's get this over with now," he said quietly.

`Can't. I'm not doing this job. Someone else is going to pull the lever on this cow."

"Who," demanded Joey?

"I don't know. Some friend of Al's paid extra for the privilege. Go ahead and leave kid. I'll stay
here until they get here.  And if they're not here in the next couple of minutes I'll go ahead and
pull the lever myself. OK?"

"OK," replied Joey, turning his back on guillotine as he walked unsteadily from the room and
into the parking lot.

Billy was startled to hear what sounded like a zipper being lowered.  He looked to his left only to
see his Aunt Janet pull her husband's throbbing rod out from his pants.  Her fist began to pump
up and down on John's cock, spreading the wetness leaking from the tip along its full length.
John's meaty hands had spread his wife's blouse open and were now busily mauling her breasts
without any care about who would see.  Billy shook his head in stunned disbelief.

A noise halfway between a sob and a choke made him turn around.  It was his mother. She was
on her knees with his father's dick deep into her throat.  His old man's hands were clenched hard
against the side of her head as he pistoned in and out of her oral cavity. The smell of sexual
arousal filled the room.  "And I was worried about embarrassing myself," thought Billy.

Within second of Joey's departure, Linda Sue strode in to stand next to the guillotine's lever.

"Hello, little one," she said stroking the same cheek Joey had kissed.  `I'm glad you were able to
fight your way through the conditioning.  It makes this much more special."

Valerie didn't reply.

"You know I heard you ask Joey to say goodbye to your family.  But he really won't have to.
See they're all here. Your mom, your dad, your brother Billy and by the way, Billy says you
suck cock like an angel. Only fitting I guess since you'll be joining them in a moment. I'll bet
Billy's right about you. I know I certainly enjoyed the way you gave my cunt a workout when I
fed you.

"Guess what? Your Uncle John and your Aunt Janet are here too.  They wanted to make sure
they got the choicest cuts of Valerie for Sunday's dinner. Even better, this is such a big family
occasion that they even flew in your cousin Teresa to watch you get what's coming to you."

Determined not to give in, and aided by her hatred of Linda Sue, Valerie remained silent.

"No little one, you don't have to say anything.  Having you talk at this point would be
superfluous anyhow. Just remember you brought this on yourself. Joey's mine and I won't let
anyone steal my property.

Linda Sue walked around in front of Valerie. Pulling something out of her pocket, she held it so
Valerie could see it.

Despite her best efforts at self control, the sight of her Cannibal 4H Fair ID badge being held in
the palm of Linda Sue's hand brought deep sobs from Valerie.

"You were sleeping so soundly, you didn't even twitch when I lifted this off from around you
neck.  But I'm an honest person. I just wanted to borrow this badge for a little while.  I'm done
with it now. You can have it back." Linda Sue placed the badge around Valerie's neck.  Then,
stepping back she placed both hands around the lethal lever.

A squeaking noise drew Billy's attention back to the front of the room. Terri had taken off her
skirt and was bent over using it to wipe the condensation from the window.  Her bare pussy
peaked invitingly from above two black lace stocking tops. It took only moments for Billy to
drop his pants and thrust his throbbing penis into Terri's well-lubricated cunt. His hands reached
around to her front as much for balance as to hold her milkers in his palms.  Terri moaned as he
sawed in and out of her cunt.

"Well, little one. This has been so much fun, I almost wish I didn't have to do this. Now that you
have your badge back I could let you go but, then again,  we wouldn't want to disappoint all
those hungry family members now would we?" Linda Sue pulled firmly on the lever.

With a silvery sibilant hiss the blade descended. The perigee of its transit was accompanied by a
sound like a person biting into a crisp new apple, followed closely  by a soft thud as the
disconnected head toppled into the waiting receptacle. The thud triggered an overwhelming
orgasm in Linda Sue as she dropped to her knees in delirious ecstasy, the blood from Valerie's
severed neck splashing on her like a gentle, rejuvenating spring rain.

Linda Sue was not the only one to reach the apex of sexual satisfaction. The flash of the falling
blade had triggered le petite morte in every male in the room with Terri not far behind.  Only
Valerie's mother and aunt remained unsatisfied, a condition that would be quickly changed once
Mutt & Jeff unlocked the door.

Outside in the parking lot, Joey felt an overwhelming sense of relief when Al told him it was
over.   He had walked the tight rope from end to end without falling off. He had kept all his
promises to Valerie, as hard as that had been to do, and still placed the interests of the Geryon
Cattle Farm first. Now, after Sunday's dinner,  he could move on to his next project.

Joey smiled to himself as the two joggers he had seen earlier walked slowly by their bodies
glistening with a sheen of fresh, female perspiration. They were still arguing about something.
Joey was intrigued by the way a silver cross hanging from the redhead's neck bounced between
her small breasts. Equally fascinating were the long legs of the brunette, mentally Joey nicknamed
her the stork. "I'd like to go over and meet them," he thought "but this has just been too long of a
day.  Well, maybe I'll see them around again sometime."
