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Quidquid agas, prudenter agas, et respice finem.
Whatever you do, do cautiously and look to the end!

Regular readers of this continuing story already are familiar with its
contents. They may leap ahead to the narrative.

However, if you have stumbled upon this crafting of words by accident
and are not seeking to read a tale rife with varying degrees of sex,
violence, death and, of course, cannibalism, please go no further.

This work of fiction is about people being raised for the express
purpose of being eaten by other people and is for adults only. Do not,
repeat do not,  violate any local laws by accessing this story.

This story is being posted in instalments, one instalment every Friday
until the story is completed.   Each instalment contains one or two
chapters. This is instalment four and contains Chapters Five and Six of
my continuation of the saga Cannibal 4H by Neuralmancer. Previous
instalments may be downloaded from Deja Vu's archive of ASSC or may be
found in the weekly archives of alt.sex.stories.moderated operated by
Eli the Bearded. Upon completion, this drama in its entirety will be
sent to to the archives at Black Plague.org.

 As always, my thanks to Neuralmancer for allowing me to be a
sharecropper on his farm. 
	
Eurytion 

Our story so far:

In Chapter One: A New Project by Neuralmancer --- we meet Joey who lives
on a human cattle ranch owned by his father. His girlfriend, Linda Sue,
uses her feminine charm to convince Joey's dad to allow Joey to raise
and enter a human cattle in the upcoming judging at the Cannibal 4H
fair.

In Chapter Two: The Fair by Neuralmancer --- Joey and Linda Sue take
their human cow to the fair. Watching the activities in the butchering
tent leads them to an afternoon of carnal delight, followed by a repast
of medium done portions of human cattle thigh and rump well covered with
barbecue sauce, onions and mushrooms. Joey envisions Linda Sue rotating
about a cooking flame.

In Chapter Three: The Slaughtering by Eurytion --- we find Joey and
Linda Sue on their way to Japan, reminiscing about their first Cannibal
4H fair. We meet Al Crenshaw, owner of Crenshaw Superior Meats who has
bought Joey's blue ribbon-winning cow. Joey and Linda Sue lend a hand in
the slaughtering.

In Chapter Four: A Maverick's Conversion by Eurytion --- Linda Sue
catches Valerie, Joey's 13-year old neighbour who has a huge crush on
Joey without her identification badge. Under the fair's rules, that
makes her a maverick to be claimed by the first person who finds her.
Linda Sue relinquishes her claim to Joey who reluctantly decides to have
the youngster converted by McCains into livestock for his new human veal
venture.

And now: Cannibal 4H Chapter Five: A Brother Visits by Eurytion

SEVERAL WEEKS HAD GONE BY since 701's arrival when a familiar yellow
truck pulled into the farm's loading dock causing Joey a great deal of
apprehension. Behind the wheel of the truck was his friend Billy, former
brother to cow 701. Joey had only seen Billy once since Valerie had been
assigned to him at the fair. It wasn't that pleasant of a memory.  
	
Billy walked around to the back of the truck and dropped the tailgate.
He waved to Joey and began to unload bags of grain onto the dock. 
Steeling himself, Joey approached the dock. Billy seemed friendly enough
now but that might not mean anything. The last time they had talked
Billy was more than pissed off that Joey hadn't come up with a way to
save his sister from becoming a conversion.
	
"Need any help with that, Billy?"
	
"Nope. I think I can get it alright. But thanks for asking." Joey could
smell the ale on Billy's breath.
	
"Not a problem. If you need anything else just let me know." No sooner
had Joey said these words then he began kicking himself mentally. Jesus,
you take your friend's sister, turn her into a cow to be slaughtered and
eaten, tell him you can't help get her back to human status and then,
the very next time you see him, say If you need anything just let me
know. You really are a dickhead.
	
"If you've got a few minutes after I get done unloading I really need to
talk with you."
	
"Sure, Billy.  I'll be by the feedlot. Come on over when you're
through."
	
Joey's sense of uneasiness grew with every bag Billy unloaded. He
remember their last talk, just after Valerie had been dropped of at
McCain's. 
	
"Damn it, Joey. You're my friend, maybe my best friend. She's my sister.
You've got to help me get her back. There's got to be something we can
do."
	
"Look, there isn't. Don't you think if there was I would have done it. 
Valerie lost her identification badge. Under the fair rules that made
her fair game. Your folks knew that when they signed the permission slip
for her to attend. No badge and you're meat. I didn't make the rules."
	
"No, but you sure as hell did take advantage of them to snatch up the
chance to claim her."
	
"Damn it Billy, what was I supposed to do? Al Crenshaw said if I didn't
claim her he was going to have her butchered right there. This way your
folks at least got to say goodbye to her."
	
"Oh, yeah. That was great. They got to say goodbye while she was
standing in a byre and had a tag through her ear.  A real Kodak moment,
something to put in the family album. 

"Don't you remember from English class If it were done when tis done,
then twere well it was done quickly.' We'd all have been better off if
you'd just have let them eat her at the fair. Then this would be over
with and we could get on with our lives. You're my friend. I expected
better from you."
	
The sound of a tailgate clanging shut made Joey flinch. Striding toward
him with a serious look on his face, Billy was brushing his hands
against each other to get off the chaff from the bags. To Joey it looked
like the hands were squeezing on an imaginary throat.
	
Before Joey could say anything, Billy held up one hand, palm facing
upright and forward.
	
"Joey, we've been friends since we were five. I can't count the number
of scrapes we've been in together. Jeeze, I still remember that time I
fell out of the tree and broke my leg. You carried me on your back
through the woods for almost a mile until we reached the road. I owe you
an apology. More than an apology really.
	
"It wasn't easy just after --- well you know when --- and I said a lot
of things then that I really didn't mean.  We were all in shock about
the conversion. Sure, you sign the forms to get into the fair and you
know the rules but you never expect anyone you know to become human
cattle, let alone a member of the family.  Mom & Dad had some fights
about whose fault it was letting Val go in the first place and then who
it was that let her go by herself. I felt rotten because I wasn't
there.  Kept telling myself that I would have kept an eye on her and
made sure she didn't lose the badge.
	
"The truth is that shit does happen. And sometimes it happens to people
that you love. I know that Valerie is gone. She's been converted and
what's there in her place is just another human cattle, a bipedal cow.
Like I said, it wasn't easy coming to grips with this. I even went to a
shrink for a couple of grief counselling sessions on how to handle all
of this crap.  Me at a shrink's office. I thought that was only for
wankers and whiners. 
	
"Anyhow, I wanted to tell you that I don't blame you. It wasn't your
fault. Mr. Crenshaw told me you didn't want to claim her. You did what
you could. Val's the one who let her badge go astray. You didn't sneak
up and take it from her. After that Val was a maverick, not a free
human. I don't blame you for claiming her. I really don't. Friends or
not, I'd have done the same thing in a minute if Linda Sue had lost her
badge.
	
"Hell,  remember when we were about 14. We used to camp out back in the
west meadow at my place. At night while we choked the chicken, we'd talk
about which of our classmates we'd like to see shoved on a spit. It was
always Alice Kipfer and Linda Sue. You couldn't find a spit strong
enough to hold Alice these days. We'd have to treble-hook her to hang
her in the smoker. Linda Sue though ... I remember wrestling you to see
who got first dibs on Linda Sue's knockers. I still say you cheated.
Anyway, I'm sorry for what I said." Billy held out his hand to Joey in
friendship who took it.
	
Their day's work done and several six-packs later,  the two reunited
mates were sitting on the dock in the loading bay wasting time. 
	
"Billy, I don't want to pick at a healing scab but how are your parents
doing? Are they ok?"
	
"Like I said, it was tough but they're tough people. They're getting
better with it. They don't fight about it anymore. They've been with me
to the grief counsellor and that's helped all of us. Something else that
helped was your returning the cameo. That was my great-grandmother's and
it's been in the family for years. My mom knew I was coming over and she
wanted me to thank you for her. 
	
"Your dad was good about all this too. With that extra money for the
crops and all. He didn't have to do that. But it does help with things."
Billy took another swallow of beer then crumpled the empty can and
tossed it aside.
	
"Joey, I came over here today to do two things beside deliver your
grain.  One was to ask pardon for my behaviour and the other --- well
the other was to ask to see your new cow."
	
Again, before Joey could say anything, Billy held up his hand. "I know
what you're thinking right now. I don't blame you. But the grief
counsellor says we need closure and that one way of getting it is to see
the cow for ourselves. Look, I'm not using her old name because that
person is gone. I'd use her number if I knew it."
	
"701, you're talking about cow 701."
	
"Thanks. 701 it is then. I need to do this Joey. I need to see 701 as
the cow she is, not as the person she once was.  I'm not going to get
all weirded out on you. But this is something I need to do and I'm
asking you as a friend to let me do it."
	
"Are you sure you're up to this? This is some serious stuff we're
talking about here."
	
"The shrink says I need to do it and I think he's right. I'm as ready as
I'm ever going to be."
	
"Then let's do it. You can wait in the ready room while I get her
cleaned up and then..."
	
"Nope. That's no good.  I want to see cow number 701 just the way she
is. If she's covered in her own crap and stinks to high heaven, that's
good. If I could see her with a mouth full of hay, chewing away
contentedly on her cud that'd be better yet.  She's an animal, she's
bipedal cattle, she's a feast on two feet. That's what I need to see.
Hell, that's what I want to see. I can't deal with the idea that this is
happening to my sister. I have to know that its happening to a cow."
	
Joey opened the Ragnarok door and Billy stepped resolutely inside the
veal pen. He took a moment to familiarize himself with the room's layout
and then picked up a herding staff.  Striding over to the cage, he
lifted the gate, inserting the pegs to hold it open. Cow 701 crawled out
of her confinement.
	
Guiding 701 to the shower with the herding staff, Billy took a moment to
examine the animal before him. It looks like Val, he thought. But it's
not. Just keep remembering that this cow isn't Val and you'll be fine.
After checking the temperature of the water, Billy began to rise the cow
off. His hands roamed over her body, at first businesslike, then with
increasing carnality.  Shutting off the water, he cupped the young cow's
clean breasts in the palms of his hands and began to squeeze and massage
their tiny surface. His own personal staff began to rise.
	
Moving 701 out of the shower, Billy vigorously applied a towel to her
skin. At times his fingers slipped from the towel's surface to outline a
rib or the swell of the small tits. The juvenile cow seemed to enjoy the
attention, pressing herself back against Billy's hands, her tongue
slipping occasionally from an circular mouth.
	
Billy paid special attention to the cow's legs, kneading her thighs
until the animal winced. He was particularly entranced with her
vaccination scar which looked like a pressed flower.  Using the herding
staff, Billy encouraged the cow to spread her legs wide, but other than
the briefest touch, left her genitals unstroked. After 701 turned around
he lingered over her buttocks,  at one point resting his cheek briefly
on her cheeks.
	
When the cow was thoroughly dry, Billy left her with Joey and went to
the storage racks at the side of the pen. There he took a large bucket
made of galvanized tin of the shelf. The bucket had a rubber appendage
sticking through on one side. This was the bucket's teat through which
the cow would suck her liquid nourishment.
	
Measuring the powered mix carefully, Billy spoke to Joey for the first
time. "That's a fine cow you've got there Joey. I think you've got
another blue ribbon sown up for sure." His voice was even and calm. But
the front of his pants stood almost straight out from his body, a
spreading wet stain at the farthest point belying his seeming control.
	
Billy brought the bucket over to 701, who immediately knelt down in
front of him. This was, after all, part of the usual feeding routine.
Her hands reached up to Billy as though in supplication. Startled, Billy
took a step backwards.
	
"Billy, It's ok man. That bucket of formula isn't the only nourishment
that cow wants from you. She's just trying to show it."
	
Trembling slightly, Billy stepped forward again. Like an automaton his
hands moved of their own volition to unbuckle his belt. To the
companionship of a sound like a scale being played on a zither, his
zipper was lowered, the sides of his fly parting like the Red Sea. Out
poked a hard cock encased in white cotton made almost translucent by his
leaking precum. His shorts were almost torn in his haste to free his
tumescent member from its captivity. 
	
Then cow 701 leaned forward, her ovaled lips passing over the
helmet-like head of her former brother's cock,  compressing its flesh as
they progressed back and forth across the stiff ridges. Billy began to
moan. Her lips sealed around his dick like an o-ring. Her tongue danced
a tarantella of delight around his prick's perimeter. Each stoke of her
warm silky mouth squeezed Billy as though he was a tube of toothpaste
with one last brush worth inside. Billy's legs began to shake. The young
heifer increased the force of her suction. Billy could feel the sides of
her cheeks rubbing along the sides of his prick.
	
Billy's knees buckled and he fell to the floor. Her contact with his
penis temporarily broken, cow 701 followed him to the concrete, twisting
her body around in the process.  Looking up Billy saw her legs looming
over his head and falling fast. In self-defense he put up a hand but
that only succeeded in spreading her thighs apart. 701 landed on the
floor with a thud, her knees bookending Billy's head.
	
As the cow returned to her assault on Billy's cock, Billy reached up
with both hands to her ass and mashed the girl's cunt onto his face. His
nose rubbed fiercely against the top of her triangle, his lips pressing
against hers while his tongue wiggled its slippery way toward an entry
into her pussy. She tastes delicious, he thought, spicy and clean. All
those times she'd walk in on me in the bathroom at home, or when she'd
prance bare assed past me in the hall,this is what I should have done. I
don't care if she was my sister, or is my sister or if she's a cow. It
doesn't matter now.  I just want to come.
	
And come he did. Billy thought he could have filled the bucket with the
sperm this cow was coaxing from his cock. He expected his balls to be
shrivelled down to the size of two early spring peas from the vigorous
vacuuming cow 701 had given them. Certainly the cow's face would be
covered with his cock cream, a result of the copious spending he just
enjoyed.
	
As 701 lifted herself off his body, Billy was surprised to see no traces
of sperm on her face. I'll be damned. The little heifer swallowed it
all, every last drop. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Joey, a
stiff cock grasped in his rapidly moving hand. 701 moved quickly over to
Joey and, again knelling in front of him, stuck her tongue out as far as
it would go. Joey stopped masturbating and placed his dick on the flat
of the young girl's tongue. 
	
Sitting up, Billy watched in disbelief as her tongue curled up at the
edges, wrapping Joey's dick in an oral blanket, like a hot dog in a bun.
She pulled Joey deep into her mouth and began to replicate her majestic
ministrations with much the same results. Because this was far from his
first time, Joey was able to keep his balance and remain upright to the
finish.
	
After 701 had emptied the formula bucket with all the ardour she showed
for male genitalia, Joey and Billy put her back in the cage and went
outside for a couple more stubies. Walking out to the truck with Billy,
Joey talked about the evening's activities.
	
Billy assured Joey that, as far as he was concerned, that was a cow in
the veal pen, not his sister and, even if she was his sister it was
worth converting her just to get blow-jobs like the one he'd enjoyed.
Joey told Billy he was welcome to help with the feeding anytime he
wanted. Then he asked Billy the question that had been on his mind since
their afternoon conversation.
	
"You said that the shrink said seeing cow 701 was one way to bring
closure. But your folks haven't come here yet. Are they doing to do that
or are they going to do something else?"
	
Billy was silent for nearly a minute. "Man, I thought they should come.
But the shrink says there's more than one way to skin a cow if you'll
pardon the sick pun. Mom and Dad have decided to do it a different way."
	
It was Joey's turn to be silent as he waited for his friend to continue.
"Basically, what I did tonight is really only the first piece in getting
closure. Because my folks saw their daughter in a stall with a tag in
her ear, they can skip this part.  There's really only two more things
we have to do."
	
"And those are?"
	
"We have to be there when they butcher her and then we have to help eat
her."
  
Cannibal 4H Chapter Six: Evaluations and Judgments by Eurytion
	
LINDA SUE CAST A CRITICAL EYE over her nude reflection in the fitting
room mirror. Well, she thought to herself, there's no question I'm not a
classical beauty. My face, even with makeup, is too plain for that. I
may be stocky but I'm not Rubenesque.  I guess I'm just that good ole'
well scrubbed, apple-cheeked home-spun farm girl everyone talks about.
	
She had ventured into town to buy a new outfit at Fripperies for the
time honoured Cannibal Cotillion, traditionally held on the last night
of the fair after all the awards had been announced and bestowed. Unlike
the fair itself, where visitors never wore clothing, the ball allowed
the ladies to parade in their finest outfits. Linda Sue was determined,
if not to shine, at least to not be embarrassed.
	
Ignoring the several outfits hanging on the wall, none of which met her
needs, she continued her self-examination.  Her  auburn hair was shot
full of natural curls which flipped up from her brow and, falling below
a mini bun which hinted at the farm's trademark hairdo on the back of
her head, cascaded down until they reached her shoulders. 
	
Even under the best of circumstances my hair could only be described as
"unruly" and working on a human cattle ranch never provided the best of
circumstances. It's a good thing I've got an appointment at Stacie's to
have my hair done. I couldn't go to the dance with this mare's nest
sitting on my head. Maybe I'll even get a full bun, like one of the
farm's cows. That would certainly surprise Joey.
	
Linda Sue's russet ringlets framed a pleasant face; thin when presented
in profile, more rounded when viewed from the front. Her eyebrows were a
dark black; her eyes shaded by long, thick lashes. The colour of her
cheeks did resemble the skin of ripe Snow apples, smooth ivory domes
interspaced with irregular soft pink areas. Full, maroon lips sat above
a small cleft chin. As she smiled she could see her even white teeth
grinning back at her. A thin gold necklace hung around her neck, a
present from Joey after he won his first blue ribbon.
	
At 5' 5" inches and 138 pounds, Linda Sue was solid without being stout.
Her hips were a little wider than she would have liked, but even the
strenuous chores at the ranch hadn't been able to take an inch of her
waist. Sometimes there was just no fighting genetics. Maybe she should
start eating just a little of the special fodder the farm used to lean
out their stock's meat. It was worth thinking about.
	
She sighed as her hands reached down to cup the underside of her
breasts, lifting them off her chest.  Three years ago her bra size had
been 32 C. Today, thanks to Joey's dad, it was 36 D. 	

Mr. Geryon had required her to take the supplement the farm used to
increase breast size as part of the original deal that allowed Joey to
raise his first human cattle. Once she'd started snacking on the bars
she'd become hooked. Not only had the size of her tits increased, they
had become much more sensitive. Sometimes all it took was the feel of
teeth clamping down on her nipple to get her off. 
	
She wondered what might have happened if she hadn't been afraid of
needles and had allowed Joey's dad to give her the monthly injections. 
It was probably just as well she hadn't. Most of the stock only received
the injections for a year. Three years worth of injections coupled with
the supplement most likely would have required her to use a wheelbarrow
to haul her milkers around in.
	
Turning in a small circle, she clenched and unclenched her buttocks.
Although her waist was a little wider than she liked, there was no
denying the fact she wasn't a fat ass. This butt was nicely rounded and
firm but not hard. It sat  nicely on a well proportioned pair of shapely
legs.  If I was stock, I'd grade out well at the fair she thought.
Definitely a "whole roaster."
	
In the aftermath of one of their "negotiations" Linda Sue had, in fact,
asked Al Crenshaw, the owner of Crenshaw Superior Meats, how she might
do in a competition. Raising himself up on one elbow and throwing back
the sheet covering Linda Sue's body,  Al's demeanour turned from
passionate to professional.
	
"I couldn't give you any final determination until I saw your carcass.
That's really the only way I could judge your meat. We check for
marbling; colour and brightness; firmness and texture; the colour of the
fat, lustre and quality. You'd be marked down for any damage done during
the slaughtering such as muscle bleeding; muscle edema; inflammation of
the muscle or fat infiltration; external wounds or missing parts. That's
what we look for when we grade meat at the store.
	
"Now if you were up for sale at the auction, I'd use different
standards, at least about whether or not to bid on you." He reached down
to pinch her side just above the waist. "Your body/fat ratio seems to be
acceptable. I can certainly vouch for the firmness of your meat. How
tender it might be I'm not sure." Al's hand continued to prod at Linda
Sue's body.  "Your legs would make nice round steaks and you've got an
excellent rump roast in you. Good development in the shoulders so we'd
get decent chuck roast from there. 
	
"Your breasts are still a little smaller than we'd like so we might sell
part of those as brisket and save the nipples for shish-kebab. 
Depending on how we decided to carve you, we'd get a good number of
slabs of ribs, maybe some short ribs, possibly even some rib steaks.
	
"Those calves would yield some high quality steaks and we'd get several
pounds of stew meat from your arms. Overall, I'd guess you were above
select, maybe in the mid-range of choice. I'd put you near the top of my
second tier when it comes to bidding. You'd barbecue nicely. I'm not
sure if I'd sell you as an whole roaster though. I think my best bet
would be to dismember you and sell the individual cuts."
	
Sensing that Linda Sue had turned colder with this pronouncement, Al
sought to backtrack. "Hey, that's a pretty good rating. Remember, you're
not a human cattle. You haven't been bred and raised to be somebody's
Sunday dinner. You haven't had any of the care and attention they get,
no special foods, no designed exercise program. Most of the women I know
would grade out as select or lower and if I did bid on them, I'd have to
send them to Joey's for finishing. I could slaughter and sell you
tomorrow."
	
Slightly mollified, Linda Sue let her head slide down Al's chest and
stomach until his public hair scratched against her cheek. Like an
adder, her tongue flicked quickly from her mouth to strike at the
leaking tip of his cock. Her thighs were slick from her crotch midway to
her knees due to the lubrication she had produced while Al was giving
his pronouncement.  Her last thought before resuming their carnal play
was of the work that still faced her. Linda Sue would be satisfied with
nothing less than a prime rating. The second tier wasn't for her.
	
Linda Sue was shaken from her revery by a soft knock on the fitting room
door.  Startled, she pulled a pair of panties up over a hairless pussy
made moist by her recollections.
	
"Is everything ok in there," asked a salesgirl? "I thought I heard you
groan. Do you need any help?" For a second, Linda Sue considered her
response. If Sallie had been on duty she would have asked her in. The
rumour around town was that young Sallie would help a girl out with more
than just a fitting. Lord knows that I could use some release, she
thought. Pushing her sexual needs aside for the moment, Linda Sue
responded "I'm fine. Thanks. Just can't seem to find the right outfit.
Could you bring me that strapless emerald dress again? It think they're
still holding it at the counter."
	
While she waited for the salesgirl to return with the frock, Linda Sue
surveyed her surroundings. That's odd, she mused, this dressing room is
about the same size as the veal cage would be if you stood it up on its
end. Suddenly the door to the tiny enclosure opened and a hand thrust
itself in.
	
Startled by the hand reaching in toward her, cow 701 bumped her head on
the top of the cage. Although her sense of time had almost completely
disappeared, a result of the never-ending twilight in which she now
lived, she retained enough cognizance to realize her full stomach meant
it wasn't time for her feeding. And meals, along with her bath, were the
only reasons she ever left the cage.
	
Fully responsive to Joey's system of hand signals, the human cattle
entered the less confined space of the veal pen. There she should stood
waiting uncertainly for what might happen next.
	
Her master indicated she should squat. She did.  In the room with him
was an older gentleman holding a herding rod. The still human recesses
of her mind identified the man as Mr. Geryon, Joey's father but her cow
mind pushed this thought away. To 701, this was another herder who she
must obey.
	
The older man approached and, as he did, the young cow routinely reached
out her hands towards the upper joining of his legs to his waist only to
have the staff move her arms back to her side.  The herder walked slowly
around to the crouching cow. Reaching into his back pocket he took out
an object and placed it on 701's head. It was a pair of goggles with
dark almost opaque red lenses. This was something new, the cow thought,
wondering what it meant.
	
After fitting the goggles in place, Mr. Geryon nodded to his son who
walked to the wall and turned a switch. Slowly to allow for human eyes
to adjust, the faint rubicund light was replaced by a bright white
illumination, revealing for the first time since it began to be used for
its intended purpose, the room in its natural colours.
	
Both Joey and his dad examined the squatting animal.  Her skin, a pale
white when she had arrived at the ranch, was almost translucent. Her
hair had faded from its original straw blonde to a nearly pure white, a
side effect of the special liquid diet. If, at this moment, she was
unfettered and set loose on the street the former neighbour girl would
be mistaken for an albino. Only the colour of her green eyes remained
unchanged. 
	
Joey gave the hand signal for the girl to stand. As she rose, both the
ranchers observed her muscle tone. Again the special feeding regimen had
done its job. While still visible, her body's definition had softened
like an inexpensive plastic doll left out in the hot sun. Her arms and
legs were fuller yet  less sculpted; more rounded with just a hint of
sag. Joey indicated that the cow should walk to the scale. A glance at
the chart after weighing showed that 701 had put on 13 pounds during her
stay, most of it distributed to her legs and buttocks.
	
After she had stepped off of the scale, Mr. Geryon took the bipedal
cattle's head in his hands. A tender application of pressure at the
point where the jaw met the skull induced the girl to open her mouth.
Joey's dad tilted her head back and, placing a finger inside of her
mouth, attempted to press on her gums.
	
701's first reaction to this invasion of her oral cavity was a natural
one, to suck. She had been conditioned to suck on anything put into her
mouth, be it the feeding bucket teat, a man's cock or even a woman's
tit.  She was surprised then to receive a sharp rap on the nose. Another
squeeze of her jaws reopened her mouth. Again a finger was inserted but
this time the cow remained still as the digit pushed firmly against both
the upper and lower surfaces. The pallid gums became even paler, showing
almost no trace of pink where the finger had been. Joey's dad smiled at
this sign of anemia. Joey had been right. There would be no need to
bleed this cow before the fair.
	
His examination over, Joey's dad stepped back behind the cow. A nudge of
the staff told 701 that this herder wanted her to bend over while a
second indicated that she should spread her legs. Mr. Geryon was
beginning to undo the huge silver buckle on his belt when Joey spoke
out.
	
"Wait a minute Dad. If you're planning on taking this cow, please don't.
At least not like that."
	
The old rancher turned to look at his son, incredulity on his face.
Before he had a chance to say anything Joey continued to talk.
	
"If you want some of the best head you'll ever have, that's great. But
this cow is still a virgin and that's the way she has to stay. Other
than her mouth, she's never had a cock enter her body.  Mr. Crenshaw
told me that veal from virgin cattle is highly prized and will bring us
a better price.  And you can't fuck her in the ass because of the liquid
diet.  A penis as big and long as yours would tear her a new asshole, so
to speak. She needs to keep control of her bowels otherwise this liquid
diet would just pour out as fast as she took it in."
	
Joey's dad nodded and then, for the first time since entering the veal
pen, spoke.
	
"You know Joey, when Linda Sue came to me three years ago and suggested
I let you start running your own herd --- well, I thought she was doing
it because she was your girlfriend and not because you could really do
the job. You're a good boy and I love you. But you've always been a bit
disinterested and lackadaisical. Instead of doing your chores you'd be
off in the woods with Billy building a fort. I never really felt you
wanted to run the farm. It took a lot of hard work by Linda Sue to
convince me you had what it takes.
	
"Sometimes a father is too close to his son to see what's really there.
I was wrong and Linda Sue was right. These past three years you've
matured in more ways than I can mention. You've learned the business and
learned it well, not only how to raise cattle but the financial end too.
	
"More importantly, you've got the mental toughness needed to run a
successful cattle ranch. Al told me you had a rough time deciding to
claim Valerie at the fair. I understand why. A friend's sister, someone
you knew well and then the fact that she had that schoolgirl crush on
you. It wasn't easy to put the farm before sentiment or friendship.  
	
"Your mom probably never told you this.  I know I never have.  But I had
to make a similar decision.  Only in my case, she wasn't just an
acquaintance.  She was my girlfriend and I might even have asked her to
marry me.  But she got into some trouble at home and her folks made the
decision to sell her as human cattle.  Your grandfather sent me to the
auction to bid on her.  Left it up to me whether or not to make the
purchase.  It was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make.  
The farm wasn't doing as well as it is today.  We needed a breeder and I
knew that Marie sure had the hips for it.   I bought Marie and had her
converted. She was the start of our Coleman line of human cattle.  If I
hadn't done what I did, well who knows if there would even be a Geryon
farm today.
	
"You made the right decision about buying this cow. But that didn't tell
me enough. I knew this cow hadn't been touched and I knew why she hadn't
been touched. What I wanted to see was whether or not you'd stop me from
spoiling this project.  I needed to know whether or not you'd stand up
to your old man for the sake of your project and the farm.  You did and
I'm proud of you for it.
	
"Joey, I'm going to tell you something now that I was going to save
until after the fair. I don't want you to tell Linda Sue what I'm
telling you.  Let's both let it come as a surprise."
	
Joey nodded his agreement.
	
"After the fair, whether or not you win that third blue ribbon, I'm
going to make you a full partner in the Geryon & Son Cattle Farm."
	
"Dad, do you really mean that?"
	
"Damn right I do.You've earned it." Joey broke out in a smile.
	
"Now son, I'm going up to the house and get your mom. You put this cow
back in her cage, get cleaned up and we'll go into town to celebrate.
Sound ok?"
	
Again, Joey nodded still grinning from ear to ear. "Great," said his
dad, slapping him on the shoulder. "We'll be waiting on the porch."
	
Joey shook his head in disbelief as the door shut behind his father.
Reaching for the switch to return the pen to its normal lighting, he
could only think how lucky he had been that he hadn't told his dad the
truth about the real reason for maintaining cow's virginity, the last
thing that had happened between Valerie and Joey, just before she
entered McCain's plant for her conversion.
	
"Joey, I know this isn't your fault," she said looking deep into his
eyes. "I'm scared and I don't want to be meat. But I know it's going to
happen. But I want you to promise me two things."
	
At this point, Joey would have promised the little girl almost anything,
except her freedom, just to get away from her. "What is it you want me
to promise?"
	
"I know I'm only 13 but I love you. I know you like me and if you didn't
have Linda Sue as a girlfriend you might even have gotten to love me.
I've been on a couple of dates and I've done so

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