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WARNING!  WARNING!  WARNING!

IF YOU ARE A MINOR DO NOT PROCEED!

 IF DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTS OFFEND YOU DO NOT PROCEED!

IF VIOLENCE AND DEATH OFFEND YOU DO NOT PROCEED!

IF CANNIBALISM OFFENDS YOU DO NOT PROCEED!

IF YOU ARE A PARENT AND YOU FIND YOUR CHILD HAS DOWNLOADED THIS OR OTHER
MATERIAL INAPPROPRIATE TO YOUR CHILD’S AGE GROUP, DO A BETTER JOB OF
MONITORING YOUR CHILD’S ACTIVITIES ON LINE!


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,  generally, but not always, one
instalment every Friday.  This is Chapter 15. Previous chapter may be found
in the Deja News ASSC archives.

 Again, 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.

In Chapter 14: The Eyes Have It by Eurytion --- A brush with incontinence
leads Anneliese to stumble upon her inamorata.

And now Chapter 15: The Pinto Project by Eurytion:

BY THE TIME HE ENTERED the breeding room, Hela and Luke had already
immobilized the young cow.  Although he could see from a distance that her
skin was peppered with coin-shaped fawn blotches the size of small
strawberries, Joey walked over to check the human  heifer’s ear tag against
his list. Carelessness and complacency were the surest paths to catastrophe
and Joey wanted everything this new project to go as smoothly as possible.
All the records for this undertaking had to be precise and accurate. Every
notation would be checked and double- checked.

Like all young cattle ranchers, Joey had studied Mendel’s laws regarding
sexual reproduction. Learning how to breed cattle to achieve desired
characteristics was one of the first things outside of how to care for human
cattle that an aspiring rancher learned.  Ranches that wanted to do more than
just raise and sell cattle turned to breeding. Creating a successful and
accepted line of cattle was far more rewarding, both to the reputation and
the bank book, than raising a line bred by someone else.

Joey’s dad been the man who established the Coleman line of cattle that gave
the Geryon Cattle Farms its stature, even though it had required converting
his girl friend Marie Coleman to human cattle status.  While Joey’s previous
projects had been successful and added some additional lustre to the ranch’s
prominence, they fell short of his dad’s achievement. That is until now.

Human cattle had a number of uses besides food. Certain glands and organs
were used to produce medicines. The offal and bones left after slaughtering
made good fertilizer. But next to food, human cattle were most highly prized
for their fine leathers. From white to yellow to red to black and all shades
and permutations in between, high quality leather from human cattle was
sometimes worth more than the finest meat.

Although it would be a long-term procedure, Joey was turning his efforts
toward breeding a new line of human cattle, one whose skin would be dotted
with patches of different pigments, patches that would be almost totally
contrasting and not just variations of the same colour.  Joey called this new
project “The Pinto Project,” after the horse of a number of different
colours.

The young cow who was being prepared for breeding was the starting point for
Joey’s genetic manipulations. She had a condition known as “chloasma” where
exposure to sunlight caused light brown spots to appear on the skin. These
spots did not fade with time but remained permanent as an ink stain on rayon.
Scientists had recently determined that the tendency to suffer from chloasma
was hereditary and not disease-based as originally believed. Joey hoped to
take advantage of this discovery.

He had purchased the human bovine at a livestock auction in a neighbouring
county. A small hard-scrabble farm had gone under and the few head of cattle
it possessed had been seized for auction. Unlike most ranches which assigned
numbers to their cows, this one had given them names. “Ruth” was the last,
and least, of the herd to be offered for sale.

She was descended from a line of cattle imported from Australia, a heritage
that showed very clearly. In addition to the discolouration, her skin was
nubby and marked by a number of scars both small and large, these having been
brought about by almost constant exposure to the weather. Her owners had kept
this cow in an outside pen for most of her life, the only shelter from the
elements coming from a small lean-to where she fought for space with other
members of her herd.

Her mid-length brown hair swept straight back from her brow to play around
her head in a Medusa’s tangle of frizzy kinks. Her face was rectangular with
a broad, flat nose and a lower jaw that projected outward in a prognathous
manner. Bushy eyebrows loomed over a pair of dark, deep-set eyes. Only sign
of softness in her face was a set of bee stung lips. Joey was struck by the
resemblance to a bison he had once seen.

Overall, the human cattle’s  body was muscular but unbalanced, as though she
had been put together from a kit with only mismatched pieces.  A s-curved
neck attached her head to an upper torso which barely narrowed at the waist.
Her breasts were hard and undersized when judged against her chest, their
nipples more like pimples than anything else. The stomach was flat and
ridged, the pockmark of her navel large enough to hold a small grape.

Her pudendum, covered with a woolly patch of bristly hair its colour more
nutmeg than that on her head, thrust forward like a game show attendant
looking to be picked from the crowd. Her labia were thick and folded, the
clitoris jutting out like a crooked piling at the end of a pier. Short bandy
legs which ended in thick soled feet whose toes resembled peanuts in the
shell completed the ensemble.

Despite the best efforts of the auctioneer, who used every means at his
disposal to wring a few more dollars out of the crowd, the cow had attracted
little in the ways of bids.  Ruth  was what they called a “carcass cull,”
meaning that what meat she had on her was too poor quality to use for other
than stews or soup and even then a buyer would be lucky to turn a merger
profit on his or her purchase.

Most carcass culls at auction were sold either for use as pet food or for
“pleasure,” a frowned upon but still permitted practice (particularly in the
case of lawbreakers who had been involuntarily converted as part of their
punishment) where the animal’s ultimate demise was a source of entertainment
for their owner and invited spectators.  These deaths were always slow and
usually painful. Betting on how long an animal would last before expiring was
common. It was the use of human livestock for these purposes that gave the
cattle rights activists a veneer of legitimacy. Joey’s intervention saved
Ruth from this fate.

“Sold and for cheaper than you can hook her and hide her and get out the back
way with her, provided you have any regard at all for the wear and tear of
your conscience which your bid makes me doubt,” announced the disgruntled
auctioneer to the crowd as he gave the young rancher the bill of sale.

Hela stepped aside as Joey methodically checked Ruth’s ear tag against his
record book.  At 6'3" the blonde towered over the rest of the farm hands. Of
unspecified Scandinavian background, she was all lines and angles, so thin as
to be almost cadaverous.

The best word to describe Hela was long; hair, legs, arms, even her fingers
were long.  Joey knew from personal experience that the old line about “all
women being the same height when you lay them on their back” didn’t apply to
Hela.

Mystery emanated from Hela like smoke from a barbecue.	No one really knew
how old she was, given her Nordic looks and her white skin as free of
blemishes as the finest porcelain, she could have run the gamut from 20 to 68
or maybe even beyond. No one knew where she came from. Joey’s dad had hired
her years ago from a work call at Rowena’s.  And no one knew why she always
wore dark glasses, although some had made jokes about her really being a
Swedish vampire. Hela always took them in good stride but never would answer
questions about her origin.

For his part Joey didn’t care. Hela was a good hand, hard working and someone
whose judgment around the ranch he could trust. She had proved that again
today with her choice of restraints for Ruth.

There were three options for restraining human cattle for live breeding.
Which one was used depended on which cow was being bred.  The simplest was
the rack. Made of iron piping it was shaped like an oversized “H” whose top
was connected to the ceiling with chains. The rack had connection points
placed along both sidebars to allow for the quick and easy use of wrist,
ankle or knee cuffs.

 Cows ready for breeding or bulls ready for milking could attached to the rack
in a  spread eagle manner giving easy and safe access to their groins. Cows
could also be bent over the crossbar of the rack, which accentuated their
vaginal area and bred from that position.

The second method was the bench. A simple coffee table style structure with
detachable vertical arm poles it also allowed the cow to be bred in one of two
positions. If the cow was to be bred on her back, the legs were spread out and
up through the use of ankle cuffs attached to the ceiling with ropes while the
arms are secured underneath the bench. The cow could also be placed in a
knelling position on the bench, knee and ankle cuffs spreading her legs well
apart and holding them in position while her arms were again secured under the
table.  The bench could be used alone or, sometimes in combination with the
rack.

For Ruth’s first breeding, Hela had rejected both the rack and the bench,
preferring to go with the sling.

The sling was a rectangular piece of leather the size of a small hammock
which was suspended by ropes and pulleys from the ceiling.  Ruth was lying on
her back in the sling, wrist cuffs attaching her arms to the ropes above her
head.  The end of the sling looked like a pair of pants which had been cut in
half and separated front and back with the half-legs of the pants ending at
the knees.

This cutout in the swing would allow the bull free and easy access to Ruth’s
vagina and enable deep penetration during the breeding. A small portion of
the young cow’s buttocks hung over the edge of the sling. Her legs were
spread wide apart and secured in their position by leather straps. The
sling’s eight pulleys allowed the cow to be lowered or raised according to
need. It was even possible to adjust the vertical angle. The sling would move
easily during the breeding process and, with more experienced cattle, the
breeder could even make use of the cow’s mouth during the breeding if he so
desired.

Out of force of habit, Joey walked around the sling to check Ruth’s bindings.
Her dark eyes followed his movements and gave him a grateful look when he
stopped to stroke her frizzy hair. The auctioneer had assured Joey that,
although Ruth had been taken many times by the one bull on her farm, her
former owners had made sure to keep up her contraceptive injections.

When he reached the cutout, Hela handed Joey a jar of lubricant.  Because of
the forced nature of the breeding, some cows did not emit enough of their own
secretions to allow for easy penetration. The application of some type of
cream before the breeding started was common practice.

After dipping his fingers into the viscous ointment, he began to massage
Ruth’s labia, spreading the gel on the inside of their wavy surface. As Ruth
widened, the fingers on Joey’s right hand returned to the jar, which was now
being held by Hela, for a second helping of lubricant, while his left hand
rested on Ruth’s public hairs, the thumb strumming her clitoris like an old
banjo.	Ruth had not been dipped in the depilatory tank nor had her hair been
cut and styled into the farm’s trademark bun. To show that this project was
different, Joey planned to leave the cattle in their natural state. For the
same reason he had allowed the female cow to keep the name “Ruth” rather than
assigning her a new number.

His fingers again covered in ointment, Joey began to gently coat the inside of
Ruth’s vagina. He could feel her adding her own moisture to the mix and a
pleasant musky smell began to fill the air, intensifying as Joey increased his
efforts.

The young rancher glanced up at Hela, whose face remained dispassionate as
though carved from a glacier. Boy, at this point in the breeding, Ruth’s
breasts would be red and sore from Linda Sue’s fingers and we’d have to put a
towel down because Linda Sue would be starting to drip on the floor, he
thought. This never does seem to affect Hela though.

 I wish Linda Sue was here but she’s out shopping with Terri. Said they’re
buying me a little gift and I’ll get it tonight. I guess I can keep my pants
zipped until then.

The sound of footsteps filled the breeding room. Luke had brought in the bull.

Bull 36M was a remarkable sight. Not because of his physique which was only
average or even because of his penis which was actually a little smaller than
the average for the Geryon Ranch. Linda Sue usually helped pick out the
farm’s bulls and she liked them big. Said she liked when they had more meat
on them. Then after their usefulness as a stud was over, they went better
with the beans.

What made Bull 36M extraordinary was his skin, a deep sooty black, almost
like an overripe eggplant but spotted throughout with patches of white almost
as pale as Hela’s skin. This bull suffered from vitiligo, another hereditary
condition but unlike chloasma where extra pigment was added to the skin,
vitiligo caused the absence of any skin pigment.  It was these two conditions
that Joey hoped would create his new line of Pinto human cattle.

Hela set the jar down on a table next to the sling and stepped forward to
help Luke with the bull. The old farm hand stepped back as her long thin
fingers wrapped expertly around the bull’s ebony rod looking like strips of
vitiligo on his penis. She began to masturbate the bull, coaxing him to a
strong erection while leading him toward the waiting cow. Once the bull was
standing in the cutout Hela attached his halter to the sling, restricting his
ability to move away.

Hela’s fingers positioned the bull’s penis at the aperture of Ruth’s vagina.
Reaching around behind the stud animal she gave it a pinch on the buttocks.
36M lunged forward burying a third of his penis into the cow.

The animal’s natural instincts took over and the sling began to rock to and
fro with the force of the coupling. Hela made some adjustments to the tension
to prevent it from reaching an arc like a swing on a playground and
separating the two rutting animals.

Luke, who had seen this event hundreds of times in his career, ambled slowly
over to the coffee pot on the far wall for some java.  Joey eyed Hela with
curiosity, noting that even now the cotton tee shirt which fit snugly over
Hela’s breasts betrayed no sign of excitement.

Joey remembered that on those occasions when Hela had decided to make love
with the “young master” as she referred to him in the clinches her approach
had been almost clinical. It was clear that she had enjoyed herself, as had
Joey. But he always felt she viewed sex as some necessary but not
particularly desirable function and that she brought to lovemaking the same
attitude she did to her work.

“I believe in taking a job that needs to be done and doing it to the best of
my ability.” she had told Joey early in her tenure with the ranch. “That’s
what give me pleasure and satisfaction, the knowledge of a job well done.” He
had never left her bed unsatisfied, she had certainly done her job well in
that regard but she would bring the same focus on performing well to tying
her shoes. In that regard, Hela was not at all like Linda Sue or even Terri
both of whom thought that sex was the most fun you could have with your
clothes off or sometimes with them on.

A sharp scream distracted Joey from his daydream. Worried that 36M had
injured Ruth, he was relieved to see that the exclamation had only punctuated
the cow’s orgasm.  A series of grunts, followed by a slump in his body told
Joey that the bull had deposited his sperm into Ruth’s vagina.

Luke set his coffee cup down on the table and unhooked the bull from the
sling. After 36M had been led away from the sling, Hela stepped into his
place to insert a vaginal plug into the newly bred cow. Satisfied that it
wouldn’t slide out, she readjusted the sling to lower Ruth’s head and raise
her vagina. This would aid the sperm in reaching the eggs waiting in the
cow’s uterus.

“Hey Joey,” said Luke. “I know you’ve got other things to do and you probably
want to get ready to see Miss Linda Sue.  Why don’t you go on up to the house
and get cleaned up. Hela and I can take it from here.

“Thanks Luke, I guess I could use a bath.”

“You know boy, it’s a good thing I’m not a few years younger,” Luke said his
craggy face dancing with mischief, “or I’d give you a run for your money with
that gal.”

“I give thanks for your age every night in my prayers,” Joey teased back.  “If
you’re sure you don’t need me....”

“Go on son. Everything is under control here. Say hi to Miss Linda Sue for me,
tell her if she wants to sneak off tonight to be with a real man, I’ll give be
glad to give her my love in person.”

With a laugh and a wave of his hand, Joey left the breeding room.


Linda Sue had shown up at 7:00 pm sharp, a rarity for her since she always ran
at least 10 minutes late for everything. Tucked under her arm was an elongated
box measuring about 4 inches wide, two inches deep and two feet long, topped
with a bow made out of silk.  Linda Sue allowed Joey to hold the box but
wouldn’t let him open it until later that night.

“Nine o’clock. That’s when you can open your gift and not a minute before.”

After the living room clock had sounded nine times, Joey found the box
contained two pieces of paper rolled into scrolls and tied it a ribbon of the
same silk as the bow. These papers rested on top of a cardboard insert.  With
Linda Sue watching carefully, her tongue popping out of her mouth to moisten
her lips, Joey unrolled the scrolls.

They were a pair of authorization covenants signed by Linda Sue and Terri and
notarized by Beth Hardie, which gave Joey the right to have both girls
temporarily converted into human equine for the purposes of competing in the
Chiron Cup races.

“Don’t stop there Joey,” said Linda Sue. “There’s another gift for you in the
box.”

Joey removed the cardboard to find a new, red leather riding crop it surface
glistening with freshly applied oil.

“If you want a chance to use that tonight,” Linda Sue said. “Come on out with
me to the breeding room. Luke should have Terri on the rack by now and I’m
more than ready for the sling.”

“You’re sure you want to do this,” he asked.

“More than sure,” she replied. “Terri talked me into it, not that it was
hard. And she’s right. This will not only be fun. We’re going to win the Cup
for you.”

BE SURE TO TUNE IN FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 4 FOR CHAPTER 16: IN THE STABLES BY
EURYTION
















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