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 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.