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Cannibal 4H

Chapter 2 The Fair

Cannibal 4H Chapter 2: The Fair BY NEURALMANCER

THE SIX MONTHS till the fair quickly went by. Joey wasn't sure exactly how Linda
Sue managed it, but she somehow got his father to approve of their taking Linda
Sue's selected cow to the fair. From the smile on his father's face after Linda
Sue had him alone, Joey could guess what had transpired.

The work to prepare their entry however fell mainly to Joey. He gave the lean
brunette cow that Linda Sue had picked out special attention. Throughout the
spring and early summer Joey made sure that the young cow got just the right
amount of exercise. He took particular joy upon seeing her run about the outdoor
stockade. Bathing her afterwards was even more enjoyable. It became almost
routine, at least for those times that Linda Sue wasn't around, for Joey to take
the young cow sexually after her bath. Young cows not selected for breeding,
like the cow that Joey now lavished so much extra attention to, were routinely
fixed. Such little details made life on the farm so much more enjoyable.

Balancing the cow's regime of exercise was her special diet. Joey carefully
controlled the young cow's intake of tit and ass food. A high protein blend
consisting mostly of soy byproducts and high fiber cereals, tit and ass food, as
the farm hands called the feed that Joey's father purchased from the local
livestock merchant, was specially prepared for the particular diet of human
livestock. Things went so well, that by the time of the fair, about the middle
of July, Joey's and Linda Sue's selected entry's breasts had again enlarged,
this time reaching double D.

The first day of the fair finally arrived. Joey had attached a small livestock
trailer, a short enclosed affair much resembling a horse trailer, to his van
into which the young cow would travel to the fair. To save on expenses during
the week long event, both Joey and Linda Sue would spend their nights together
in the van. Joey had equipped the van with everything that they would need,
including most importantly, as large a bed as Joey could fit within the back of
the full size van.

Though it took a couple of hours for both Joey and Linda Sue to pack the van
with their supplies, the time seemed to go by much more quickly. The last thing
to do was to secure their young cow into the livestock trailer. No doubt sensing
that something was up, the cow was noticeably apprehensive and skittish. Linda
Sue spoke softly to calm the two legged cow. "Easy girl, we've just got a short
way to go."

Walking with a slow and carefully stepped pace, Joey and Linda Sue eased their
girl into the livestock trailer. Strapping the cow into the trailer, Joey and
Linda Sue closed and secured the trailer's door behind them. Transformed from a
human being into a bipedal cow, now but a piece of livestock, the young farm
animal would travel naked to the fair.

As Joey watched Linda Sue climb onto the van's passenger seat he noticed her
perspiration soaked shirt clinging revealingly to her chest. Linda Sue didn't
wear a bra. In fact, Linda Sue didn't wear much at all. A pair of almost illegal
cutoff jeans just barely covered her ass cheeks. Her feet were bare. Linda Sue
smiled at Joey as his cock stiffened in response to sudden carnal thoughts. "Oh
the July sun is hot! Come on Joey, lets get this show on the road, the fair is
waiting!"

I took the better part of a half of a day to drive to the fair grounds. Once
there they had to go through the usual routine of checking in and finding a
place to park. Fortunately, the check in was a drive through. The check in
attendant, an older man with graying hair and a developing pot belly, was naked.
Unlike most agricultural fairs the cannibal fair was nudist. It was the custom
for not only the bipedal cattle, but also for those attending the fair to go
about completely nude. No one was quite sure how this tradition got started,
some say it came from some old cannibal cartoons, but needless to say there
wasn't a more comfortable way to spend a hot July day.

"How are you all doing? Here's your identification badges. Remember, don't lose
them. It's about all there is between you're being human and someone's next
meal."

Joey thanked the attendant and drove to a parking spot not too far from the
livestock barns. Always the thoughtful farmer, Joey was careful to pick a spot
upwind of the barns. Already, it was only the first day of the fair, the fair
grounds were crowded with people, all naked and glistening with sun tan lotion
in the lengthening July afternoon.

As Joey and Linda Sue stepped out of the van the smell of roasting meat, human
meat, greeted their arrival. Joey was the first to comment about what awaited
them. "I love coming to the fair, that aroma gets my appetite going every time."

"Dinner will have to wait. First spray some of that sun tan oil on my back
before it burns. Then lets get our little prize winner safely installed in the
exhibit area. Then we can eat."

Looking back to Linda Sue, Joey noticed that she had already stripped down to
nothing but a pair of sandals. Her firm breasts, well covered with a layer of
sun tan oil, glistened invitingly in the afternoon sun. Suddenly Joey forgot
about food, but only temporarily.

With their bodies protected from the sun's harmful effects and having remembered
to place the identification badges about their necks, their only garment besides
the sandals on their feet, Joey and Linda Sue carefully escorted their cow to
the livestock barn assigned to their category of entry. At the fair there were
primarily three categories of cows on exhibit. The first kind of cow was like
theirs, known as a conversion, a cow that at one time had been human like
themselves, but for one reason or another had their status converted to
livestock. The second kind of cow were those who were specially bred to be
livestock. Presented with the first two kinds of bipedal livestock, Joey could
easily tell them apart. Once having been human, a certain fraction of humanity
always remained. Those bipedal cows raised from birth as nothing more than
livestock never had the opportunity of a normal human development and it showed.
The third category of cow were those prepared for the smokehouse. In contrast to
the general desire to keep the meat of the first two kinds of cow as lean as
possible, those cows destined to have their meat smoked were put on extremely
high fat diets. Their bodies were optimized in the entirely opposite direction.
The third kind of cow was generally huge and obese. However, the hams that
resulted tended to be very tasty.

Having secured their cow in her pen, Joey and Linda Sue turned their attention
to one of the fair's many food tents. Elbowing their way through the a crowd of
other hungry fair attendants, Joey and Linda Sue encountered a most fantastic
site. In front of them, four parallel rows of double high rotisseries were
available for the barbecuing of human meat. Fed by a line of gas fed flame lying
parallel with the axis of each spit, eight human carcasses could be
simultaneously roasted. Already, despite the evenings early hour, half of the
spits were occupied with slowly spinning and cooking meat. Before long all the
spits would be busy with the task of cooking meals for the multitude of hungry
fair goers.

Pressing his way to the ordering counter, Joey peered to the nearest of the
roasting carcasses. Decapitated and skinless, Joey could see the spit, which
entered the carcass at the anus and exited through the neck, passing through the
cow's lower abdominal region. The stomach had been left open after gutting. The
legs had been doubled over and were pined to the carcass's sides. The arms were
likewise doubled over and pined to the cow's back. Both the feet and hands were
missing. The overall effect made the roasting cow appear much like a chicken, a
very large chicken. This particular cow must be near done though Joey. The meat
had acquired a dark brown color, black in places where the barbecue sauce had
burned.  Torrents of hot steam rose in visible streams from every opening. The
nipples of the cow's ample breasts had turned charcoal black due their greater
proximity to the flames. Juices dripped from the cow's expanded vaginal opening.

All of the roasting carcasses were from cows. All of the other roasting cows
were similarly prepared. As Joey waited for the ordering attendant, a pretty
teenaged woman whose naked body compared favorably to those roasting behind her,
to get to him for his order, Linda Sue yelled out to a middle aged man wearing
nothing but an apron and a cowboy hat who was busy using a broom to apply
barbecue sauce to one of the rotating carcasses of meat. "Hey mister, where can
we see the butchering?"

Dipping the broom into a large bucket of deep red barbecue sauce, the man paused
to carefully coat the buttocks of a roasting cow with barbecue sauce before he
replied. Only after he was sure that no spots of the roasting meat had been left
uncovered did he answer. "Behind this tent there's another tent and behind that
tent is a stockade. The meat cows are kept in the stockade as they wait to be
butchered. Feel free to go into the butchering tent, but keep out of the way.
The guys in there like to work fast."

Grabbing Joey's right arm, Linda Sue pulled him from his place in line. Joey was
furious. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Joey, come on. You can eat anytime. If we hurry we can still witness the day's
butchering", replied Linda Sue.

Reluctantly, Joey went along with Linda Sue's wishes. It was at times like this
when the thought of Linda Sue rotating about a cooking flame was the most
appealing.

As Joey and Linda Sue approached the stockade they could see a collection of
naked cows being herded together within the stockade. Though differing in their
appearances, all of the cows shared the common marking of their ear tags. The
ear tag plus a variety of inspection tattoos clearly indicated the status of
those waiting within the stockade. Joey couldn't help getting aroused from the
sight of so much naked femininity being forced to line up within the stockade.
Ample breasts bounced unhindered and well padded hips swayed as the line of
naked cows moved forward. Herders armed with cattle prods were in the process of
constricting the herd onto a narrow ramp entering the butchering tent. As Joey
and Linda Sue watched, a panicking cow attempted to climb over the stockade's
fence. An alert herder rushed to the outside of the stockade fence and with a
quick jab of his cattle prod promptly forced the cow back. Restricted to a
single file on the ramp, a sliding door opened to allow a single cow entrance to
the butchering tent. Forced within, the door promptly closed behind her. After a
short pause of constant duration the door once again opened for the next waiting
cow.

Noticing Joey's excited sexual state Linda Sue reached down and tightly grasped
Joey's stiffening cock. "Plenty of time for that later, Joey. Come on, lets go
see what happens inside."

Joey attempted to take his mind off of the eroticism of the herding. Not
entirely successful, Joey's cock remained half hard as Joey and Linda Sue
entered the butchering tent.

Though bright lights illuminated critical areas of the tent's interior, there
remained a significant number of dark spots. The overall effect caused an
observer's eyes to be guided from one work station to the next. Details
in-between were missed. Perhaps that was just as well. Neither Joey nor Linda
Sue wanted to know what felt wet and slimy against their almost bare feet.

A production line of human disassembly greeted Joey and Linda Sue as the pair's
eyes adjusted to the tent's interior illumination. At each stage of the line men
were busy with either the initial beheading of the cow, the removal of the skin,
gutting, and at the final stage, the impalement of the headless carcass on a
rotisserie spit. Joey and Linda sue stood transfixed near the start of the line
watching the workers ready yet another cow to meet her fate as a tall man
approached them.

"Hello there, you two want a tour? Well, don't just stand there looking
dumbfounded, yet me show you around."

Joey and Linda Sue graciously accepted the man's hospitality. Unlike all the
others attending the fair, this man and the other men working the disassembly
line wore pants and boots. Their chests however were bare. The butchering tent
had rather poor ventilation. Copious quantities of sweat dripped from the men's
brows. Upon closer inspection Linda Sue noticed that the little clothing that
they wore clung closely to their bodies from the wetness. Linda Sue admired
their guide's buttocks which were well revealed despite their fabric covering.

"Here it begins. At least for us. I suppose you could also say that here it ends
for the cow." The man had stopped right behind the sliding door from the ramp. A
pair of men were in the process of strapping down a young cow to a guillotine.
Another man stood by at the ready to release the blade which in short order will
separate the young cow's head from her body. A blood stained trough awaited to
carry away her head. As Joey and Linda Sue passed by the young cow turned her
head slightly to look up at the observers to her last moments. Fear showed in
the young cow's eyes. Joey knelt alongside the entrapped cow and reached over to
feel the quality of her flesh. A pair of breasts that seemed to be much oversize
when compared to the cow's frame, dangled invitingly in front of Joey. Reaching
out with both hands, the tit flesh felt firm and the nipples were hard. Moving
one hand from the cow's high quality tit flesh to her buttocks, Joey repeated
his inspection there. Again, Joey was not displeased. This cow had been well
prepared. Though Joey thought the cow to be pretty and well shaped, she was just
a cow. As if signaling an invitation, the cow's hairless cunt gapped invitingly.
Under different circumstances if Joey had the opportunity to view the cow not as
she presently was, but as a woman, he would undoubtedly find the woman
attractive. But, as it was she was nothing but a cow, a very delicious food
source.

A warning was shouted and Joey stood back from the guillotine. The cow's eyes
never closed. From a signal from those securing the cow to the guillotine, the
cow's executioner let the blade fall. With a sudden snapping sound the cow's
neck was severed and her pretty head rolled down the trough. The cow's head had
traveled no further than half way down the trough when another man after having
looped a pair of ropes around each of the cow's ankles, caused the cow to be
lifted vertically above the disassembly line. It was a short journey to the next
processing station.

Joey and Linda Sue's guide continued his narrative at the next processing
station. "Once the heads are off, here they get skinned. Flaying requires a
great deal of skill." Implicating those working at the skinning station, he
continued. "Few are more expert at their job than is our flaying team. This is
all that they do eight hours a day."

Having received the unfortunate cow who had just lost her head, a pair of men
armed with special knives proceeded to cut away the cow's skin. Starting from
the ankles, they made long cuts just deep enough to separate the skin. In an
impressively short time, the pair simultaneously stripped off the cow's skin.
The cow's pink meat was exposed for all to see.

Linda Sue's interest in the butchering operation was nevertheless tempered by
the smell. Joey seemed not to be bothered by the smell. No doubt he had long
since grown accustomed to bad smells. A low grade stench filled the air of the
tent's interior. As their guide directed them to the next processing station she
found the foul odor's source. At the gutting station several men, one man per
cow, were busy slicing open the belies of inverted bipedal cows. Once opened,
the contents of their belies were cut away. Large trash cans received the
contents.

The guide paused before an inverted cow that had just been washed out. Joey and
Linda sue could see the cow's backbone through the cow's belly opening. "From
here on, all that remains is impalement on a rotisserie spit. Most cows are
processed as you have just seen. Occasionally we do deviate from the procedure
that you have seen here. For example, from time to time we get requests to leave
the head on. Don't miss the Polynesian style barbecue that the fair has each
evening. For this event a cow with her head on his baked in a shallow trench
over hot coals."

At the last station Joey and Linda Sue watched as a spit was forced through the
carcass of a butchered cow. Taking advantage of gravity, the vertical cow was
forced down upon the spit's pointed end. Entering from the neck, the spit
shortly reappeared from the cow's ass. The cow's limbs were then secured.
Finally, both the hands and feet were cut away. As the pair of onlookers walked
out of the butchering tent they noticed a large trash can filled almost to the
top with discarded hands and feet. Another pair of extremities from an
unfortunate formerly human girl were unceremoniously tossed onto the heap.

Joey still felt sexually aroused. He couldn't wait any longer. On their way back
towards the food tent, Joey and Linda Sue encountered the communal fuck tent.
Sounds of passion could be clearly heard coming from its inside. Grabbing Linda
Sue's right arm Joey directed her into the fuck tent. "Come on Linda Sue,
there's no time like the present."

Smiling, Linda Sue did not resist. Like Joey, she had been sexually aroused by
their encounter with the slaughtering operation. The sight of all the naked
bipedal cows forced to await their conversion to roasts on a spit had awakened
deep dark desires within her. Her vagina had remained well lubricated throughout
the entire tour.

Finding an unoccupied mat, Linda Sue positioned herself on her back. Already
highly aroused, there was no need for foreplay. Invitingly, Linda Sue lifted and
spread apart her legs. Joey's cock was already hard. Kneeling over Linda Sue's
prone body, he momentarily paused as Linda Sue took hold of his stiff member and
guided it to her waiting sexual opening. She was well lubricated. Linda Sue
steadied herself as Joey quickly thrust himself deep down into Linda Sue. She
sighed happily as she once again felt the wonderful filled feeling that Joey's
cock provided. Tightly grasping the flesh of Joey's heaving buttocks, Linda Sue
joined in on the familiar rhythmic motion of their now joined bodies.

Though Joey could of kept on going for quite awhile in the good old missionary
position, after awhile Linda Sue wanted to try something else. "Oh that's good!
Turn over, it's my turn to get one top."

With a sudden popping noise, Joey reluctantly slid his prick out of Linda Sue
tight fitting fuck tunnel. Turning over onto his back, Linda Sue promptly
assumed a sitting position across his lap.

Having secured a tight grip onto Joey's skyward bound cock, Linda Sue wasted no
time impaling herself down onto Joey's stiff member. Starting slowly, Linda Sue
gradually increased the tempo of her pounding onto Joey's cock. Closing her
eyes, she imagined Joey's long cock to be an impaling spit ready to pierce its
way all the way through her body. With Linda Sue's most secret fantasy vividly
pictured before her closed eyes, the period of her impalement on Joey's cock
quickened to it fastest rate and in so doing Linda Sue achieved the crescendo of
sexual release that she so desperately craved. Continuing her movements, Joey
came soon afterwards.

Sexually relieved, feelings of hunger returned with a vengeance to both Joey and
Linda Sue. Returning to the food tent, each them ordered a rump roast with an
attached thigh. The young naked waitress smiled from behind the counter as she
took their orders. Joey couldn't help wonder how she would taste.

Receiving their orders, medium done portions of thigh and rump well covered with
barbecue sauce, onions and mushrooms, Joey and Linda Sue found a spot to sit at
one of the food tent's communal tables. There they joined several other couples
who were already partaking in the cannibal feast. No utensils were provided.
Instead, the use of one's hands was expected. Picking up the roast of human meat
in both hands, Joey commenced to bite away chucks of the rich tasting meat.
Pausing to wash down the meat with a drink of beer, Joey casually wiped his
greasy hands on his naked chest. No napkins were provided either.

All of the other participants in the cannibal feast, including Linda Sue, copied
Joey's dining behavior. To be not covered with the grease of formerly human cows
was considered to be in extremely bad taste. Previously accepted notions of
civilized decorum were forgotten at the cannibal fair.



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