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Cannibal 4H

Chapter 6 Evaluations and Judgments

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 some things. Jason Warner and I petted in his
barn. And Stevie van Dine got me to kiss his thing because I wouldn't let him
put it up my butt like he wanted. But I've never done anything more. I never let
any boy stick his thing in me because I wanted to be a virgin when you & I got
married.  I guess that's not going to happen now.
	
"When we went on that field trip to your farm, we saw one of the hands rogering
a cow.  The teacher tried to get us not to look but I did. Afterwards all I
could think about was you and I doing that kind of stuff in bed after we were
married. Please promise me that  I'll stay a virgin. That when I'm a cow,
nobody, not even you, will try to do it to me."
	
"I promise Valerie."
	
"Bless you Joey."
	
"What's the other promise?"
	
"I told you I'm scared. I've gotten over being scared of being a cow. The drugs
they gave me at the fair helped. Being a cow; even being eaten doesn't scare me
as much this does. I remember what happened to Melissa Hamilton when she ran
away from home and her parents disowned her and she got caught and changed into
a cow. I was at the picnic and they roasted her alive.  I saw her eyes as they
put her into the roasting pan and shoved her in the oven. I couldn't eat any of
her after I saw her eyes. Please Joey, please even if I'm not a human anymore, I
used to be one. Please don't let them cook me alive."
	
Joey meant to keep his promises to Valerie.



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