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WARNING:

This is a tale intended only for adults.  Let me repeat that. This story is
for adults only.  If you are a minor go away.  If reading this story would in
any way violate the local laws, rules, regulations, morals or customs where
you live go away.  There are many other more edifying stories to be found
elsewhere, stories that would be more appropriate to your age and legal
status.

Let me restate this one more time: The story which follows this caution is
intended for mature adults only and should only be accessed and/or downloaded
if doing so would not violate any legal edicts adhered to in your locale.

If you happen to be a parent and discover that, despite the above
instructions, your child has downloaded this story or other inappropriate
stories or material, don’t blame the author, or the newsgroup or even the
existence of the Internet.

The web is like a big city. You wouldn’t let your child wander through the
city alone, without your guiding hand. Treat the web the same way.  Monitor
what your kid is doing and don’t blame others for his or her actions.

Now, to round out this warning, if you are an adult and have stumbled across
this continuing story for the first time take note: This is not Rebbecca of
Sunnybrook Farm. This is an intense story of the raising of humans as
livestock and the consumption of human flesh.

Cannibal 4H chronicles the saga of two young people, Joey Geryon and his
girlfriend Linda Sue and their adventures in raising human cattle.  It
contains violence, death, family tragedy, sex of all shades and stripes and
people eating people.

This story is posted in instalments, one instalment generally every Friday
until the story is completed.  Each instalment will contain one or two
chapters depending on size. This is Chapter 14. As a special treat to
faithful readers Chapter 15 will also be posted today. Previous chapters of
C4H are available on Deja News’ ASSC archive.

 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.

In Chapter Five: A Brother's Visit by Eurytion --- Cow 701's former brother
Billy and Joey patch up a friendship strained by Valerie's conversion. 
Billy, acting on the advice of his grief counsellor, participates in the
feeding of 701 and enjoys his former sister's oral ministrations. We learn
that, to achieve "closure" his entire family has "to be there when they
butcher her and then we have to help eat her."

In Chapter Six: Evaluations and Judgments by Eurytion --- Linda Sue is sized
up by a professional and given a passing grade. Cow 701 passes a father’s
muster as does her owner. And we learn of Joey’s final promise to Valerie.

In Chapter Seven:  At the Fair by Eurytion --- Cow 701 arrives at the fair.
Linda Sue models spits for a special barbecue. And Joey tips his hand.

In Chapter Eight: A Fijian Feast by Eurytion  --- Cow 701 pleases the judges
while Linda Sue pleasures the cook.  Billy learns the true meaning of finger
licking good and a trip to the South Seas is contemplated.

In Chapter Nine: Patty’s Lesson by Eurytion --- Another young girl learns a
valuable lesson and Joey is given an idea for a new branch of the business

In Chapter Ten: Reaching Closure by Eurytion --- Although it’s hard, Joey
keeps his promise to Valerie. Linda Sue  dispatches one adversary only to
meet a more formidable foe.  Despite the recovery of a missing item, Valerie
loses her head. Taking a cue from the rest of the family, Billy advances
relations with his cousin Terri.

In Chapter Eleven: The Sunday Dinner by Eurytion --- The Hewitts say goodbye
to Valerie while Linda Sue suggests a family replacement.

In Chapter Twelve: The Plot Advances by Eurytion --- Joey suggests Terri and
Linda Sue engage in a game of horse.  A sparkling new friendship is formed
while an almost cow plots revenge.

In Chapter Thirteen: The War Begins By Eurytion --- Anneliese strikes her
first blow against human cattle ranching while an old friend of her aunt’s
frets about the future.

And now Cannibal 4H Chapter 14: The Eyes Have It by Eurytion

ANNELIESE SAT MOTIONLESS at her kitchen table, her eyes fixated on the
photograph in front of her.  A candid shot taken outside with a inexpensive
point and click camera, the composition was amateurish.  The subject was too
far to the right and part of his head was cut off.  But, to Anneliese, the
photo couldn’t have been more entrancing if Anne Leibowitz had taken it.

The subject of the photograph was a gangly young man of medium height leaning
on a walking stick, his left foot wrapped in an elastic bandage.  His
multicolored shorts revealed thin, sinewy calves partitioned from the more
muscular upper thighs by a pair of knobby knees. A fraying yellow golf shirt
covered a midriff with just a hint of baby fat showing.

The face in the picture was nicely rounded with a sly, cherub-like smile
playing mischievously across its surface.  The beginnings of a moustache sat
scraggily above the Cupid’s bow of his upper lip resembling the first set of
quills on a young porcupine.  A single mahogany curl drooped over the left
eyebrow while a dusting of fine freckles mottled the exposed portions of his
body.

What was missing from the photo, thought Anneliese, was his intensity of his
eyes.  You could see them on either side of that simous nose but the two-
dimensional shot robbed them of their vitality, rendered them flat and
lifeless. She had often lost herself in their gooseberry deeps which could
express more emotions than a knighted Shakespearian actor.

They had met in a bathroom of all places and not even a coed one.  It was at
a football game. The line into the women’s room was 30 people deep and moving
at the speed of a glacier. Anneliese couldn’t wait any longer. It was find a
stall now or pee in her panties.

Choosing the least embarrassing option, she had bulled her way into the men’s
room and, with eyes adverted from the rows of men relieving themselves at the
troughs, burst into the first toilet that became available, almost knocking
down the departing occupant in her urgency.

Her cheeks suffused with blood, Anneliese left the bathroom with as much
dignity as she could muster.  Moving at a quick but poised pace she strode
from the lavatory with her head held high, a bit too high because once
outside she stumbled over an unseen depression in the sidewalk.

A pair of hands encircled her waist, keeping her from tumbling to the
concrete. As she regained her balance she looked up directly into a pair of
animated greenish grey eyes alight with good humour. Her pointed retort at
being grabbed mutated in her throat escaping as a quavery “oh, thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he said without a trace of irony, as his tapered fingers
released their steadying hold on her. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine thank you. I just was in a hurry and wasn’t watching where I was
going.”

“I know. That seems to be a problem with you today.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Hey, no need to beg. I accept your apology.”

“You accept my apology?”

“Sure, for running into me.”

“I didn’t run into you. All I did was trip. You’re the one who grabbed me.”

“No, no, no, not out here. In there.”

“In there?”

“Yeh, back in the men’s room. I was coming out of the stall when you sailed
into me. I just wish our linebackers could get by people that fast.”

“That was you?”

“That was me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run into you. It’s just that I needed to, well
you know. And I couldn’t get into the women’s room, the line was too long. I
don’t usually, no not usually, never, I’ve never gone into the men’s room
before but it was either that or...”

“Don’t worry about it.  I’ve already accepted your apology.”

“You have?”

“Sure that’s how this conversation started, remember. Any way, you’re not the
first female to invade our sanctum sanctorum.  We get at least a half dozen
every game. There’s one who comes in twice or three times a game.  The story
is she’s checking out everyone’s equipment to find a partner for a postgame
celebration.”

A chill tone added frost to Anneliese’s voice. “Please be assured that my
purpose was not, as you put it, to ‘check out anyone’s equipment.’ My visit
was propelled by the simple need to relieve myself. Nothing more and nothing
less.”

The young man’s smile widened, his skin around his eyes crinkling as they
grew merrier. “Believe me, I know that. I’ve got the bruises to prove it,
remember?”

“Of course, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m  embarrassed by the whole thing.”

“I’ve already accepted your apology.  You don’t strike me as the cringing,
obsequious type. No need to say you’re sorry again.”
“So if I’m not the cringing, obsequious type, what type am I,” asked Anneliese
curiously.

“Ah, a dare from the lady. Never let it be said that The Great Sebastian
failed to answer a challenge.”

“The Great Sebastian?”

“Yep, that’s me, Sebastian Poole.  My mom named me after the Cornel Wilde
character in The Greatest Show on Earth.  My dad said it was prophetic, that
somehow even back then she knew I’d be taking risks like a high wire artist.”

“And do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Take risks?”

“Sure, what’s life without risks?  I’m taking one just now talking to you. 
If I say the wrong thing, you’ll turn around and walk away, dismissing me as
a buffoon. But if I say the right thing...”

“If you say the right thing?”

“Then a whole new universe of possibilities opens up for us.  Who knows what
might happen. But enough procrastination, it’s time to spin the wheel.	Just
one question before I start, what is thy name oh fair maiden?”

“Ann. Ann Dracon.”

“Buzz, sorry wrong answer,” said Sebastian. “What’s your real name?”

“That’s it, Ann Dracon, that’s my real name,” she replied beginning to wonder
if he wasn’t just a buffoon after all.	What kind of person goes around
calling themselves the Great Sebastian?

“Nope, Dracon is your last name all right. But Ann has to be the diminutive
of your first name. I think your full first name has to be longer, more
poetic but not trendy. Angela isn’t right, you’d call yourself Angel or
Angie. Annette is too Mickey Mouse Club/Beach Blanket Bingoish.  You don’t
strike me as an Annette. It’s got to be something like Annabel,  Anika or
maybe Anthea. Come on, fess up.  What is it?

“Anneliese,” she said unaccountably pleased by his deduction. Maybe there’s
more here than I thought. “But only my family can call me that. To everyone
else I’m Ann.”

“Interesting construction of that last sentence. Very revealing you know. 
Most people would have said only my family calls me that. You said only your
family can call you that. Well, Ann Dracon I want you to look deep into my
eyes while I delve into your innermost secrets. But first, let’s step over
here, out of the way of this crowd.”

With a small start, Anneliese noticed that they were still standing almost
directly in the path of the men and boys leaving the bathroom, forcing the
line of exiting males to walk around them. Sebastian took her hands in his
and gently pulled her aside. When they had cleared the pathway, Sebastian let
go of her right hand and reached up to adjust her face slightly upwards until
their eyes met.

Regaining his grip on both hands he gave her an appraising look, his eyes
seeming to measure her very existence. Sphinxlike he continued his
examination. Just when Anneliese thought she should pull away, Sebastian gave
a insolent wink and released her hands which fell limply to her sides.

“OK, what type of women is Ann Dracon?	Well, to start with Ann Dracon is
smart, very smart and she knows it.  She’s organized, neat as the proverbial
pin, believes that cleanliness might not be right next to godliness but it
isn’t too far away.  A real ‘place for everything and everything in it’s
place’ person. And that includes people.

She’s scrappy and determined, almost like a terrier in that regard. Once she
gets that rag in her mouth she’s going to shake it until it gives. Very iron
willed. Resolute almost to a fault.

“The face she reveals to the world isn’t always the real her. She’s like an
iceberg, 7/8ths of her is below the water line where it can’t be seen.  She
likes people, enjoys company but doesn’t like to get too close to any one
individual and doesn’t let any one individual get too close to her.  She’s
outgoing but part of that extroversion is a role she plays. I sense she does a
lot of role playing to cover up who she really is.  Inside she’s a private
person, very reserved, often uncertain.

“Despite that control, I think there is a very deep and real hunger there, a
longing to experience, almost to consume her surroundings, to touch, taste,
feel everything. Any one who does break through that protective wall is going
to have their hands full.”

My god, thought Anneliese, who is this guy? Is he a stalker?  Has he been
following me? How does he know these things?

“I sense not quite emptiness,” Sebastian went on all the while gauging her
reactions to his revelations with a penetrating eye, “but a waiting for
something, maybe a need to find a purpose in life, something bigger than
herself to believe in and to work toward. She’s got real leadership qualities
inside her.  If she had been a male back in the 10th century she’d have been
a crusader with the Teutonic Knights. If she did have any previous lives she
was probably a suffragette in the 1910’s.

“That’s not to say she’s perfect. Even with that sense of restraint sometimes
she wears her emotions a little too close to the skin, gets too agitated at
the little things too quickly. She has a tendency to pigeonhole people, more
of that ‘everything in it’s place’ syndrome but she’s intelligent enough to
recognize this tendency and reevaluate based on new information. She doesn’t
suffer fools gladly.

“Even though she tells herself she doesn’t need anyone, she knows she lying.
She’s looking for a partner, someone to have a relationship with that will be
as lasting as diamonds, someone who will help her get settled in the right
place like a pillow on a sofa. As independent as she is, there’s a part of
her that wants to place herself under someone else’s complete control. This
part of her wants to be mastered but only by someone with whom there is
mutual love, affection and emotional trust, who knows she’s special and
significant and who respects and values her and the gift of her submission.”

Anneliese began to feel like she was swaying on the edge of a promontory
during a raging storm, the beating in her chest imitating the thunder of the
ocean breaking on the rocks below. He’s right. I’m like a story he knows by
heart.

“There’s really only one more thing I know for sure about Ann Dracon.”

“What’s that,” asked Anneliese struggling mightily to maintain that reserve
Sebastian had so rightly identified.

“Her favourite food is shrimp.”

That simple statement, “her favourite food is shrimp,” jolted Anneliese from
her reverie like a shot of black expresso.

“Now how would you know that?”

Sebastian beamed like a little boy who had just found a red bicycle under the
Christmas tree.  He reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a piece of
paper and handed it to Anneliese.  It was a half off coupon for the "all you
can eat" shrimp dinner at Captain Joe’s Seafood Wharf.

“You dropped this when you bumped into me in the bathroom.”

A month later, in a small room whose walls danced with the shimmering bands of
butterscotch and tortoiseshell luminescence cast by flickering candles, they
made love for the first time.

Tenderly, as though dealing with a wild and frightened animal, Sebastian set
out to calm Anneliese’s disquiet. With slow, precise movements he
underdressed her, matching the removal of each layer of her clothing with the
discarding of his own, inviting but not commanding her participation in the
unfolding of events.

Sebastian’s unhurried demeanour demonstrated the consensual nature of their
undertaking, saying without words to Anneliese that we’ll proceed at your
pace, act only when you are ready, go only as far as you want to go.

Her muscles, as tense as though stricken by tetanus, had relaxed and softened
under the delicate ministrations of his hands, their gentle kneading gradually
bringing out a more urgent needing in her.   The anxiety that had coursed
through her body like an electric current had changed as if it had been run
through a transformer, fear of what was about to happen converted into
anticipation.

Fingers pressed her flesh more firmly, their growing pressure communicating
that Sebastian shared in her spiralling excitement.  His lips descended on
her open mouth, bruising her lips against her teeth. Their tongues duelled
like a pair of lingual sabres; thrust, parry, counterthrust, surrender.

As the kiss was broken, Sebastian ran his hands in small circles down
Anneliese’s chest until they reached her upthrust breasts, his teeth nibbling
at her ears and neck.  Anneliese moaned as he rasped his fingernails across
her erect nipples, their pebbled surface imitating crinkled thimbles.

The young boy lowered his mouth to her tits, alternating sucking and chewing
on their heaving surface.  His hand moved down to toy with the hair above her
mound, a spicy smell emerging to perfume the air as his thumb rubbed
vigorously against her clitoris. Anneliese could feel the lips of her labia
unfolding like a chaise lounge on a warm summer afternoon.

Arousal began to overwhelm the last remnants of Anneliese’s reserve.  Her
nails dug into Sebastian’s back, gouging their way south from shoulders to a
tight pair of buttocks, leaving bright red furrows in their wake. Then, with
a move as sudden as a salmon surmounting a dam, Anneliese body arched upward
throwing Sebastian back.

She grabbed Sebastian’s face in both hands and peered intently into his eyes,
the green orbs reflecting back not only her own concupiscence , but a
admixture of compassion, concern and commitment.

“I’m a virgin,” she said simply.

“So am I,” replied Sebastian, his eyes growing serious as he bent his mouth
toward hers.

Releasing her hold, Anneliese laid back down on the mattress, her legs
spreading to make room between them for a knelling Sebastian.  Her arms
reaching out for him as he stretched his lanky body over hers.	Both bodies
trembled as they made contact.

With one hand Anneliese widened her already parted pussy, the other firmly
grasping Sebastian’s pulsing manhood, hot and slick to the touch. Using her
own fingers she carefully slipped him inside her, like a boat gliding into
its slip.

Gentle thrusting gave way to more forceful action as he battered against her
resistant hymen. She pushed back with equal vigour, wanting, needing to feel
fulfilment.  She felt the tear as he burst through, marking her passage from
maiden to woman.  Hearing her short, sharp exhalation of pain, he stopped,
unwilling to go on until her the movement of her hips reassured him, drawing
him deeper, urging faster and faster movement.

A sense of frenzy engulfed their lovemaking, the sheer eager excitement of
their first joining overcoming any clumsiness. Touching, stroking, devouring
each other, the sounds of their passion filled the air like a sensual
symphony composed for an orchestra of two.

Their orgasms came on them suddenly, an accident at the busy intersection of
their bodies. Sebastian felt as though he was exchanging his soul for
another’s while Anneliese felt like her very body had burst into a rapturous
bonfire, the flames climbing to the highest heavens.

Savouring their newly created union, they came out of their mutual trance
slowly like skin divers pausing in their ascent to avoid the bends. No words
passed between them as they continued to caress each other with languorous
feather light touches. Words were unnecessary now and would even distract
from the moment. Their silence had a frequency all its own, the quiet
broadcasting their understanding of the true meaning of what had just
happened.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, a pair of mummies entwined in the
wrappings of love,  the true murmuring of their hearts guiding their way into
their dreams.

Be sure to look for Cannibal 4H Chapter 15: The Pinto Project by Eurytion also
posted today.



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