Cannibal 4H Chapter Three: The Slaughtering by Eurytion

JOEY TWISTED NERVOUSLY in his seat as the Japanese Airlines 747 approached Tokyo's
Narita Airport.  Next to him, gazing out the window sat Linda Sue.  

"Well, Joey," she reminded him, "I told you that you were the best junior human cattle raiser
around.  And now, since you've won three Blue Ribbons at the Cannibal 4-H Fair, other people
know it too. That's why we're going to Japan, to teach them how we raise human cattle in
America and to learn how they raise their special Waygua cattle.  I've been looking forward to
this for a long time."

Three blue ribbons, mused Joey. It wasn't all that long ago that Linda Sue started them on this
journey by putting a big smile on Joey's dad's face and relieving a big lump in his pants, all so
Joey could enter his first fair.

And what a Cannibal 4-H Fair that first one was. 
	
Linda Sue had been almost insatiable after she watched the butchering at the fair. Over the three
days the fair lasted she must have dragged Joey at least a half-dozen times to watch the human
cattle slaughtered. Afterwards  it was straight to the communal fuck tent where a gushing Linda
Sue would mount Joey and ride him for all she was worth.
	
Once Joey's entry had won the coveted Blue Ribbon for Best of Show, Linda Sue had even
arranged with the local merchant who bought the cow for them to attend, and help, in the
slaughtering.
	
It was a warm morning when Joey's old pickup rattled to a stop at the meat market on the edge
of town. Uncharacteristically, it was Linda Sue and not Joey who seemed nervous during the trip.
	
Alighting from the truck, Linda Sue gave a tug to her short, yellow sun dress causing her breasts
to ascend like two mounds of rising dough. If she tugs a little harder, thought Joey, those tits are
going to pop right out of her dress and Mr. Crenshaw's eyes are going to pop right out of their
sockets.
	
Standing just a few feet away from Linda Sue was Al Crenshaw, the owner of Crenshaw Superior
Meats and the man who had bought Joey's human cattle. A stocky man of about 5' 10'' in height
whose black hair speckled with flecks of grey was beginning to recede, he was dressed in a pair of
tan pants and red polo shirt bearing the store's logo, a stylized depiction of a young lady
presented on a roasting platter.
	
"I'm glad you both could be here," Mr. Crenshaw told Joey and Linda Sue.  "Even though you're
both farm kids, I wasn't too sure about your assisting today. But after Linda Sue here knew I
bought your stock in the auction, she convinced me to let you help."
	
"You know Joey," he laughed, running his eyes up and down Linda Sue. "Your girlfriend just has
quite a nice way of getting a person to do what she wants.  You keep listening to her and you're
going to go far."
	
Mr. Crenshaw walked the two young ranchers out to the back where Joey's prizewinning cow
was waiting in an individual pen.
	
The culmination of months of effort, Joey's cow seemed to glow with an even, warm tan.  Her
well-developed tits and ass were balanced by the narrow waist and long legs. Her calves were
hard and firm while her thighs had filled out nicely with what promised to be tender cuts of meat.
Even now she was chewing on a special cud developed at the Geryon farm, one that would keep
her meat lean while enhancing her breasts.
	
"Your cow is used to being handled by the two of you and having you here will be a big help in
keeping her calm before she's butchered," he said.
	
"Mr. Crenshaw, where are all the other human cattle, " asked Linda Sue? "Even though you did
pay top dollar for Joey's cow, I know you bought at least two dozen others cows and bulls alike.
I really expected to see them together in a large stockade. You haven't already butchered them
have you," she asked rather dejectedly.
	
"Nope. We're starting with Joey's cow first  and we'll get to the others later. But I have to tell
you kids that Crenshaw Superior Meats does things differently," he said with a touch or pride.
"We don't believe in the assembly line approach to butchering any more than Joey used the
assembly line method to raise this cow."
	
Joey, who couldn't help noticing that Mr. Crenshaw kept directing most of his remarks to Linda
Sue, was curious enough to ask "What do you mean differently?"
	
Mr. Crenshaw asked if they remembered how it was at the Cannibal 4-H fair with all the human
cattle being herded from a large pen down a narrowing ramp into a single line for slaughtering.
Both Joey and Linda Sue nodded yes.
	
"Sure, Mr. Crenshaw" said Linda Sue. "I saw how some of them tried to climb the fence. I know
that the herders had to use cattle prods to get some of them back into line. I guess I found that
sort of--well--exciting."
	
"Don't feel bad Linda Sue.  A lot of young girls get aroused at the fair and a lot of young men
too, right Joey," he asked with a wink.  "That's why we set up the coitus tent.
	
"By the way Linda Sue, I'd like you to do me a favour."
	
"What's that," she asked?
	
"Quit calling me Mr. Crenshaw. I already feel old enough without you treating me like I was your
grandfather. You can call me Al," he requested. "That goes for you too, Joey," he added as an
afterthought. "From now on not I'm not Mr. Crenshaw, I'm Al.
	
"Anyway," he continued. "Having all those strange cattle penned together raised the stress level
on the animals. Any unnecessary stress hurts the quality of the meat. Being crowded with
animals they don't know leads stock to panic. Panic causes them to crash into each other while
they try to get away. Not only does the meat get bruised when the cattle slam into each other
while trying to get away, using the electric prods darkens and burns both the meat and the
leather. 

" We don't pen animals together or herd them into a mass slaughtering line. All our animals are
handled on an individual basis, even though it takes longer. 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."
	
As they came closer to the holding pen, Joey's cow came up to the fence. Joey's responded by
patting his farm's trademark bun on her head and slowly talking with her.  "Good girl," he said.
"We're going to go for a little walk now. It won't be far. Come on girl. Let's go." 
	
Al opened the pen and asked Linda Sue to get on the other side of the cow. Now the future feast
was flanked on either side by familiar people.
	
"I want you to just walk her over to the chute," Al instructed. "Once she's in, I'll shut the gate
behind her and we can begin the process. If you both do your job right, she'll be bled out and
ready for butchering in about ten minutes."
	
The chute was dark with two gutters each four inches deep along the sides for the human cattle to
move their feet along. Small, dim lights, like those along theatre aisles ran along the middle of the
chute providing enough light to move ahead but not enough light to see more than a yard in front.
After the stock had passed, small rollers underneath the floor in each of the gutters would move
forward, tilting the flexible floor enough to encourage the animal to continue moving ahead.
	
The lights would attract the cow deeper into the chute and help keep her calm as she moved along
the passage. Their positioning on the floor and the low wattage also meant Joey's cow would not
see either the people or the machinery awaiting her arrival. 
	
With a serious note in his voice, Al explained what he expected Joey and Linda Sue to do. "Once
she starts walking down the chute the lights in front will come on in small sections while the
lights behind her will get dimmer until they fade from sight. This will keep her moving forward
until she reaches the bend.
	
"In just a few steps after the bend, she'll reach the head restraint. When she does Linda Sue  I
want you to reach around and very gently set her head onto the head bracket. You may have to
push her shoulders down a tad and you'll have to stretch her neck just a little to place the
headband around her forehead," Al directed. 
	
"Joey, once Linda Sue has the headband in place, you'll move the three-inch pipe so it fits snugly
where the back of her neck meets her shoulders. It will lock automatically. Then quietly lower the
final gate behind her. After that step quickly out of the way and let my people take over. We
want the slaughtering to take place within seconds after the cow has been placed in the restraint."
	
By the time Al had finished with the instructions, the group had reached the chute. Up to this
point the cow had come along docilely but she made a sudden stop and began to look around in a
concerned manner, her legs quivering. Joey knelt next to her and, running his hand up and down
her thighs, spoke to her calmly in a soft, soothing tone. 
	
After a few seconds his hand moved between her legs and up to her hairless vagina. As his finger
rubbed back and forth across her clit her vaginal lips moistened and opened. The cow's nipples
distended to more than an inch, aided by some pulling and pinching from Linda Sue who had
joined Joey in giving the cow one last moment of pleasure.  With a deep low the cow gave an
orgasmic shudder and slumped forward. With a little push Joey started her along her final
journey.
	
When the former free human, now human cattle and soon to be someone's supper, reached the
end of the chute, Linda Sue was ready. Reaching out with both hands she grasped the cow's head
and set it softly onto the restraint. While one hand kept the cow's head in place, the other
reached up and pulled the headband down.  With an easy, almost practiced, motion Linda Sue
attached the headband and pulled down slightly on a nearby cord. This raised the cow's head up
and back until her chin was pointing up at a 60-degree angle and her throat was taut and fully
exposed. 
	
While this was going on Joey put the pipe in place, lowered the final gate and, after a last swift
caress of the cow's hanging breasts, stepped back. Afterwards he swore he saw a single tear roll
out the big brown eye closest to him.
	
A small man dressed only in a butcher's apron strode briskly forward from the shadows behind
Linda Sue. In his hand was a thin, black knife. With one economical stroke he made a cut just
under the jawbone and across the entire throat. So sharp was the black knife that it severed the
internal and external carotid arteries without any pressure on the part of its wielder.
	
The cut remained open as blood gushed out of the cow and onto the floor below.  Overhead
sprinklers went on, gently washing the blood down into a metal grid-topped drain which carried
it away. In the span of two seconds the cow's eyes rolled upward into her head and her entire
body went slack. After about four more seconds had passed, the butcher used the cord to release
the tension on the headband and bring the cow's head forward.
	
"Well," said Al. "That's all there is.  In about another minute or so we'll be sure she's dead and
we'll move her to the dismembering line.  The crew will hoist her up by her feet and let the rest
of her blood drain out. They massage her from the top down to help with the draining process.
Then she'll be marked, graded and butchered into parts. By this time tomorrow she'll be gracing
some of the finest dinner tables in the county.  
	
"You did a hell of a job raising this one Joey. I'd like you to think about entering into an exclusive
contract with us. We'd be glad to sponsor you for the fair each year. But, in exchange, we'd get
right of first refusal on all your human cattle."
	
Al turned to Linda Sue whose eyes were glazed and whose breathing was quickening. He noticed
a large damp spot on Linda Sue's sun dress just below the waist.  Although it didn't seem
possible, Linda Sue's nipples were even more distended than the cow's nipples had been just
before slaughtering. Joey noticed the same thing and wondered if Linda Sue had been sneaking
portions of the special feed the Geryon farm used to promote breast growth.
	
"I suppose you two would like to spend some time alone now," Al remarked. "I've got a room
for just that purpose you can use. But Linda Sue, I have to say I was impressed by the way you
handled yourself, almost like a pro. If you're ever interested, I might have something for you here
at Crenshaw's Superior Meats, either a job or some other position."
	
"Thanks Al," replied Linda Sue smiling. "I have to tell you I cheated just a little. Once you said
we could help with this slaughter ---well I didn't want to embarrass myself by being clumsy so I
persuaded your butcher Carl to let me rehearse before today." As Al shook his head, Linda Sue
took Joey's hand and walked over to open the door to the shop's special room.
	
Once inside, Linda Sue wasted no time. As Joey got out of his overalls, she shucked her sun dress
over her head. Joey stared at her breasts which looked to be at least  a size larger than he
remembered. Before he could ask about the feed, Linda Sue had fallen to her hands and knees on
the mattress.
	
While fluids dripped from her fluttering pussy lips,  puddling on the mattress below, Linda Sue
took charge.  "Take me from behind, Joey," she commanded. Joey was only too happy to
comply. His prick was rock hard, both from watching the slaughter and from Linda Sue's wanton
behaviour.  Using his feet he kicked her legs wider. Reaching down with his right hand he scooped
up some of her juice from the mattress and smeared it over his rampant member. With his left
hand he spread her lips even wider until she grunted in pain. Just as he moved forward to enter
her vagina,  Linda Sue reached a hand back to stop him.
	
"Not there," she told Joey. "Not today." Joey was confused. If she didn't want to fuck why was
she in this position and what did she want to do? Then, as Linda Sue reached back to pull the
cheeks of her ass apart, Joey realized what Linda Sue really wanted. Linda Sue wanted to pretend
to be human cattle. She wanted to envision his dick as a roasting skewer.
	
With no pretence at gentleness, Joey leapt forward and, in one quick and decisive stroke,
sheathed his cock deep into Linda Sue's bowels. "Oh Joey," she cried out her voice catching. "Oh
yes, oh yes, deeper Joey deeper. Impale me, oh god yes, impale meeee."
	
Joey relentlessly pounded Linda Sue's nether region. Now Linda Sue was just grunting and
moaning. Joey thought he could hear her saying something about turning and browning but he
was lost to the overwhelming sensations that came with exploring the previously forbidden
secrets of Linda Sue's ass. Suddenly he felt Linda Sue stiffen.  His eardrum nearly shattered by
the loud howl issuing from her mouth as, at the same time,  her anal ring clamped tight around his
cock, milking it of all the sperm he had to offer.
	
While they dressed, Joey regarded Linda Sue in a new way. Previously when visions of his
girlfriend turning a golden brown on a rotating spit had occurred, he pushed them out of his mind
as perverted. He had told himself that he was just projecting when he thought Linda Sue was
exhibiting signs of "cowlike" behaviour. Now Joey was sure that Linda Sue fantasized about
roasting over a roaring flame. The question was how far did she want to take her fantasy?
