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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 instalment contains Chapter 16. Chapter 17
will also be posted today.

Previous chapters of C4H 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

P. S. Since I started posting C4H, I've gotten a number of responses from
readers around the globe. This has led me to wonder how many people are
reading the saga.  So I’ve started the following survey.

If you are a reader of C4H, and you haven’t done this already,	please just
drop a note either to me or to the newsgroup. It doesn't have to be anything
more elaborate than one line saying you are a reader.

I won't be compiling anyone address or writing back but my curiosity level is
starting to approach Linda Sue's.

E

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

In Chapter Fifteen: The Pinto Project by Eurytion --- Joey goes dotty over a
new undertaking.

And now Cannibal 4H Chapter Sixteen: At The Stables by Eurytion

JOEY STEPPED DOWN FROM THE TRUCK, his boots skidding off the worn running
board. One of these days I need to replace that, he chided himself as he
regained his balance.

Walking toward the offices of Kyner Stables he gave the operation a visual
inspection. His practiced eye liked what he saw.  The four outbuildings seemed
to be in good repair. The various personnel in his immediate view were well-
groomed and were working hard at various tasks, always a good sign in Joey’s
mind.

A number of horses were being put through their paces on the track while
others were being exercised in the three smaller paddocks. The fence
surrounding the nearest paddock felt solid to his touch and all the fences
appeared to have been freshly painted. The entire operation seemed imbued
with an air of competency and purpose. So far I think I’ve made the right
choice he thought as he entered the office.

Minutes later Joey was sitting in front of a well polished mahogany desk, a
mug of coffee placed carefully to his right. A stand with several pipes
adorned one corner the ashtray built in, with only a two-line telephone, a
maroon leather cup filled with old-fashioned ink pens and a small pile of
papers to keep them company. Directly across the three and a half foot
expanse sat the manager of the stable, Mr. Dirks.

Dirks set his tea down on a pink sandstone coaster, the cup fitting perfectly
into an dark ring where previous cups of  Oolong had deposited their
condensation. With a small “humph” he cleared his throat and began to address
Joey in a voice rich and dark like fine wine.

“Mr. Geryon,” he said enunciating carefully.  “As you have requested we have
our best available trainer and rider under contract for your two ponies and
we will do our best to have your entries ready in time for the Chiron Cup
races. But I would be remiss in my duties to you and this stable I did not
advise you that you have set a difficult challenge before us.”

“Mr. Dirks,” Joey responded unconsciously trying to match the manager’s
plummy inflection. “I came to Kyner Stables because of your reputation for
meeting the tough goals. Is there somewhere else I should have gone?”

“Mr. Geryon, I want you to fully understand the extent of the task we have
accepted on your behalf.  If any stable can help you to achieve your desired
result under these conditions, it is Kyner Stables.” said Dirks, his old
school accent ever so slightly tinged with an undertone of asperity. “This
office speaks for itself in that regard.”

Joey took a moment to examine his surroundings.  Three glass-fronted cases
filled with trophies of all shapes, sizes and hues stood against one wood-
paneled wall. Two other walls were speckled with photographs of human
equines. Some showed the horses in action, their bodies straining against
taunt harnesses, their feet kicking small clods of dirt back toward their
drivers. Others were taken in the winner’s circle, wreaths around the horse’s
neck, their drivers drinking sparkling wine from many of the same trophies
now showcased in the office. Framed clippings from newspapers and magazines
detailing the triumphs and victories enjoyed by the stable and its charges
completed the collage.

“Mr. Dirks. I don’t doubt the ability of you or your people at all. “ Joey
stated apologetically.	“I brought my ponies here precisely because of your
past accomplishments. This is all new to me. I’m a cattle rancher, not a
horse breeder or racer. Winning the Chiron Cup with these two ponies is
important to me. Please don’t mistake my nervousness for disrespect. You’re
the best and I know it. I’m grateful to you for taking this job on such short
notice.”

Dirks nodded his head in acknowledgment, his thinning hair revealing the
beginning of a monk’s tonsure on its crown.

“Thank you. As I was saying, our preliminary evaluations indicate your second
pony, Linda Sue, is in excellent condition.  However, your lead pony, Terri,
is not.  We will have a fuller idea of what needs to be done once they reach
the stables. At this time we believe we are going to have to work her hard
and fast to have her ready on race day. This will not be any holiday at the
shore for her.”

Joey laughed loudly. “That’s exactly what I told her before she signed the
authorization covenant.  She knows what she’s in for. Told me she wanted to be
and I quote ‘...just another farm animal forced to do whatever her master
wanted.’”

“I am not sure she really knew what she was getting into but I promise you, we
will have her tight on Cup Day.”

Joey gave the manager a quizzical look, one eyebrow raised in inquiry.
“Tight?”

“Forgive me Mr. Geryon, tight is simply another way of saying ready to race.
We all fall prey to the habit of using the distinctive terminology of our
professions while forgetting that others may not be as familiar as we
ourselves are. Since this is your first time out as an owner some of these
terms will be new to you. But if you decided to continue your involvement
with us past these races, you’ll get to know the nomenclature without any
difficulty.

“To continue, I have assigned Bevan Vass as her trainer and Cort Szeman as
her driver. Mr. Vass is our best trainer. Mr. Szeman is one of our top young
drivers with a bright future before him. I could have designated one of our
more experienced drivers but I think Mr. Szeman  is the perfect match for
your ponies.”

“I trust your judgment in these matters.”

“I can assure you, Mr. Geryon, that your confidence is not misplaced. Now
there are just a few matters that I need to review with you.”

“Such as?”

“You have requested that your ponies be treated in all possible respects as
equine and not as human. But there are some areas where we will have to
handle them in a different manner. As an example, all our permanent stock are
given a laryngectomy to prevent them from speaking. Since your entries will
regain their human status after the races, we will not be doing this.

“However, their being able to speak around our other animals would cause some
difficulties we would prefer to avoid.	With your permission, we will be
giving your ponies a series of special injections that will deaden their
vocal cords. I promise you these injections will not hurt them and they will
be timed to wear off a day or so after the races.”

“Go ahead, that won’t be a problem.”

“Now there is the issue of which races to run in?  We have already entered
your ponies in all the fledgling condition races they are eligible for.  The
week before the meet we will adjust their entries to match their
capabilities. At that point we will have a better idea of the maximal
schedule they will need to run to win the Cup.

“A side consideration is whether or not you want these ponies returned to you
after the races. Depending on how these ponies take to the tack, I might be
able to put one or both of them in a claiming race on Cup Day.”

“I’m sorry to keep interrupting Mr. Dirks but I’m not sure what a claiming
race is.”

Dirks smiled.  “In a claiming race, you enter your horse into the race at a
price that we will help you determine.	Then, regardless of how your horse
performs, another owner can ‘claim’ or buy your horse for that price. You
would get to keep all the winnings and trophies while the horse goes to a new
stable.

“Claiming races are the racing industry’s way of keeping horses of similar
abilities running against each other. If you enter a horse against inferior
competition it will wind up being sold for less than it is worth.  If you
enter it in a race where the competition is too keen for your horse’s ability
you will not win any purses. This arrangement keeps things even and makes for
more interesting races.”

“I’m a little confused here,” said Joey. “Both Linda Sue and Terri are
entered in the fledgling company. Doesn’t the authorization covenant contain
a guarantee that they’ll return to their previous status as people once the
races are over?”

The manager spoke in an avuncular manner as his thick fingers toyed with a
pen, snapping its metal cup on and off with a series of sharp clicks.

 “It is really not as much of a guarantee of regained stature as it is an
assurance that they will not undergo an involuntary conversion. We have
actually found that a number of these ‘fledglings’ opt for a permanent
transformation, particularly if they’ve enjoyed some success at the track.

“Because they are fledglings they would, of course, be placed in the claiming
race on a provisional basis subject to their new owner being able to get them
to sign a consensual conversion certificate. If they do sign such a
certificate they move to the new stable, if they do not sign they go home.
Either way you still would get to keep the claiming price.”

“Sorry Mr. Dirks but I’ve other plans for both these ponies. As tempting as it
is I’m going to pass on the claiming race.”

“Certainly, that is your choice to make. I merely wanted to inform you of all
of the possibilities.  If it is not being too invasive of your privacy, might
I inquire if your future plans for these ponies include another form of
conversion, one more in line with your chosen occupation?”

Joey sat in silence, a Cheshire cat grin playing about his lips.

“I understand, discretion is a virtue,” said Dirks sagely. “Still, should
your ponies at some time undergo a more lasting metamorphosis into cattle I
would be most appreciative of an opportunity to savour the results of such an
occurrence. While horse meat has been a fashionable viand among some,  I
personally find it to be rather stringy and less than savory. And I have
heard from people whose opinion I respect that there is no higher quality
meat than that which comes from Geryon Cattle Farms.”

A look passed between them like the silent exchange of two stockbrokers
running up the price of a penny stock. Joey gave the manager a discerning
nod.

“Well, Mr. Geryon. We have covered my brief agenda. Perhaps you have some
matters you wish to discuss?”

Joey leaned away from the desk to take a sip of his coffee. A small grimace
passed over his face as the now tepid beverage crossed his tongue. Always
alert to the nuances of his clients, the manager picked up his phone and
asked for a fresh cup of coffee to be brought in for Joey.

“Thanks Mr. Dirks. As a farm kid you’d think I’d be used to drinking cold
coffee by now. No matter how hot it is when you start a chore, it’s always
lukewarm by the time you finish. Maybe that’s why I don’t like to drink it
cold when I don’t have to.

“I do have a couple of things I wanted to ask you about as well as a special
request.”

“Please feel free. I am sure that we will be able to accommodate you.”

“I’d like to take a tour of the grounds before I leave, just to get a better
feel for the place.”

“Of course. Once we are done here I will see if Jemma is free. I am sure that
she will be more than happy to escort you on your visit. How else can I be of
service?”

Their discussion was briefly interrupted as Joey was served a new mug of
coffee, the steam rising lazily from its inky surface. Joey blew slowly on
the hot brew before taking a cautious sip.

“I’d like my entries to wear a specific set of colours.”

“That will be no problem. If you would like to tell me what they are...”

Joey reached into his shirt pocket. “I have a sample right here....”

“Very good. You do not need to show them to me. Simply leave your sample with
Mrs. Higgins on the way out, she will see to the necessary tailoring.”

“Thanks,” said Joey putting the fabric back into his pocket.  “Look, I want
to let you know that I won’t be in your hair.  We occasionally do conversions
for people.  Special orders type of stuff where they’ve bought at auction or
found a stray or even have a family member who’s fallen out of favour they
want transformed into dinner.  We don’t do a lot of these but every once in
awhile we dip our toes into that line of work.

“Anyway, I hate it when these clueless customers who think they know what
they are doing come to the farm and make idiotic suggestions.  I won’t do
that to you.  My ponies are in your hands and I’m not going to be hanging
around.  I still have a cattle ranch to help run.  But I would appreciate
getting progress reports on a regular basis.”

“ I see no problem there. And you are always welcome to visit your ponies. We
only ask that you call first to allow us to make the proper arrangements. 
Now, Mr. Geryon, if there are no further matters,” Dirks said rising from his
chair.

“I’m sorry Mr. Dirks, there is one other thing, although I’m embarrassed to
bring it up.”

Dirks sat back in his chair wondering what could possibly embarrass the young
cattle farmer. The lad had already indicated that he was content to allow the
stables to function as his agent without his hands on intervention so it was
unlikely that he wanted to do something as unwise as drive his own ponies.
All of the training, stabling and entry fees had been paid so it would not be
about money.  Unless he expected some sort of “kickback” of the fees.  But
the client investigation had shown that the Geryons, both father and son,
were considered to be honest and above board in their dealings. If it had
been otherwise, Kyner Stables would have passed on their trade.  If it was
otherwise they still would. This should prove to be intriguing.

“Mr. Geryon, I assure you that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. We
are here to serve your needs to the fullest extent possible.”

“It’s about breeding my ponies.”

The manager’s left eyebrow went up like a furry caterpillar inching forward
on a leaf.  “Am I to understand that you want us to have your ponies bred
while they are in residence at the stables?  Are you looking to bring them to
foal?  We may be able to arrange that for you, even under the restrictions
placed upon us by the covenant.  There are a number of fine blood lines
currently stabled here or we could go outside of Kyner and order sperm for
use with artificial insemination. This would be a different matter than
preparing them to race and we would have to readjust your fees. But if that
is your desire...” he said his voice trailing off to await a response from
the squirming youngster.

“No, no, no. I don’t want them to get pregnant while they’re here. That’s not
what I mean,” said Joey.  “Maybe it would help if I were more explicit?”

“Perhaps it would at that,” said the manager, a small smile playing along the
edges of this mouth.

“These two ponies are “hot to trot” and I don’t mean on the race track.” Joey
noticed Dirks wincing at the word play. “Sorry, but I was raised on a diet of
the Marx Brothers. Both Linda Sue and Terri are extremely sexual individuals.
They’re used to having sex almost every day and some days more than once. It’s
almost a case of ‘they’ve gotta have it.’

“When we convert a human to cattle status, one of the techniques we use is
sex. The sexual satisfaction of the animal becomes a reward for proper
behaviour. Do the right thing, act in the proper manner and you can come.  We
also use sex to break down their mental processes.  When they have to service
humans whether they want to or not, it helps to reenforce the fact that they
aren’t human any more; they’re only livestock and subject to the whims of
their masters. Of course, there’s much more to it than that. Drugs play a
major role in conversions along with other procedures. But then you probably
know all of this already because I imagine you’re conversion process is
similar.”

The manager spread his hands upwards and out in a sign to continue.

“I just wanted to let you know that it’s OK to use the reward of sex as a
motivational tool with both Linda Sue and Terri.  Lord knows they’ve both
used it often enough on men. It would be nice to see the tables turned on
them for a change. I wouldn’t want them forced into having sex; we’re not
looking for a permanent conversion here.  But letting them have an orgasm or
two as an incentive for extra effort.  I think that’s a good way to go.

“ Aahh, here I am giving you advice just like those clients of ours I
complain about. Mr. Dirks,  I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I’m really
not. I just wanted to let you know that I wouldn’t have any problem if they
got laid as a reward for a good performance.”

A smile stretched the manager’s face like a rubber band. “Mr. Geryon, please
do not concern yourself about this matter. I am glad that you brought it up
and I want to assure you that I do value your counsel.	You know your ponies
better than anyone here and I can assure you that both Mr. Vass and Mr.
Szeman will benefit from what you have told me today.

“There’s only one more particular that needs to be attended to and then you
can start your tour of the stables. Where should we pick up your ponies
tomorrow?”


Also posted today Cannibal 4H Chapter Seventeen: Through the Microscope of
Dreams by Eurytion

And please don’t forget to answer the survey.



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