Cannibal 4H Chapter Seven: At the Fair by Eurytion
THIS YEAR THE WEATHER was cooperating with the fair's organizers. Moderate
temperatures and gentle breezes had replaced last year's oven-like heat and
Santa Ana winds. As always, the Cannibal 4-H Fair announced its presence with
the sweet, succulent smell of human cattle being roasted over wood fires
tantalizing the nose long before the participants arrived at the grounds. One of
the never ending debates occasioned by the fair was which wood was best.
Competing cooks had actually been known to come to blows over this issue.
Joey, like his father, was a traditionalist. Strong and hearty hickory for
barbecues, sweet maple for smoking. Neither approved of mesquite, calling it a
wood "fit only for dilettantes and dickheads."
Linda Sue was not so rigid in her tastes. Although she agreed about mesquite, it
was decent for quick grilling of steaks and chops but too long made the meat
bitter, and liked the results you got with hickory and maple; she felt that oak
and pecan brought out a more subtle range of rich flavours in the meat. Apple
and cherry with their delicate fruity essences were her woods of choice for
smoking human cattle, especially when the meat was lean.
While fist fights had been fought over firewood, full scale wars had broken out
over what was, next to the quality of the meat, considered to be the heart and
soul of any real barbecue: the sauce.
Thick or thin? Spicy or sweet? Mild or Hot? Tomato-based, mustard-based or
vinegar-based? Separate theatres of battle had been opened over the issues of
rubs, pastes, marinades, mops and sops. In the end, the only thing the
combatants could agree on was that those other idiots had no idea what made a
really champion barbecue.
Joey backed the farm's large flatbed truck up the pavilion. By prearrangement
several hands from the farm were there to help unload a most unusual cargo. To
the average passerby, the device would look like a giant aquarium made with
smoky glass walls. In fact, it was the final home of the young lady formerly
known as Valerie.
Ten months under the artificial light of the veal pen had caused cow 701 to
undergo some rather severe changes. Even a few minutes exposure to the most
diffuse sunlight would cause her skin to burn. Joey would use a strong
sunscreen to protect her on the way to Crenshaw's Superior Meats but the rules
of the fair did not allow for any emollients to be placed on an animal's skin
prior to judging. Her eyes, acclimated to the dim red light of the pen, would be
blinded by any stronger illumination then she was used to.
Thus the transfer box. Based on the techniques used to allow nocturnal animals
to be viewed in the zoo, the box had special one-way windows on all of its
sides. Inside the box was the same type of lighting system used in the veal
pen. The plexiglass-like material had been specially tinted to give fairgoers
the best possible view of cow 701 under the red lights. The box itself was big
enough to accommodate the veal cage and five people. Joey could bring the three
judges into the box and still have room to release cow 701 from the cage. It
was, he thought as they muscled the box into its assigned spot in the pavilion,
an innovative answer to the problem of showing human veal.
After he was sure that the box was properly set up and cow 701 was safely
inside, Joey went in search of Linda Sue. He didn't have far to go. As he
suspected, Linda Sue was hanging around the butchering tent talking with Carl
from Crenshaw's Superior Meat.
"Joey, we've got to go to the Polynesian-style barbecue this year, even if it
does cost extra. Carl says they airlifted three girls and all the fixings in
from Fiji. They even brought a Fijian cook along so it will be as authentic as
possible."
Joey took Linda Sue by the arm and, saying his hellos and goodbyes to Carl at
the same time, proceeded towards the food tent. Along the way they passed the
open pit. Because it was early in the fair, only two girls were turning on
spits, their flesh turning to a golden brown above the climbing flames.
A slab of ribs on his plate with extra sauce on the side, Joey sat down at a
table across from Linda Sue. As always, no knives, forks or spoons were provided
to the diners, hands being the only acceptable form of tableware for use at the
fair. Linda Sue was indulging herself in an early afternoon meal of smoked bull
pricks smothered in a sea of green chile sauce with pobale on the side.
"After we're done eating," he told his girlfriend between mouthfuls. "I'd like
you to go with me to the supply pavilion. Dad wants to throw a special feast
after the fair is over. We'll handle the details. Crenshaw's already agreed to
butcher those three human heifers we've been keeping for a special occasion. Al
said you can help if you want. Got to get as many things arraigned today as we
can."
Linda Sue felt her pussy beginning to dampen.
"You've been working with those three while I've been concentrating on the veal
project. How do you think they should be prepared?"
Linda Sue didn't need any time to formulate her response. "I think the cow in
stall 11 would be perfect for whole carcass oven roasting. Her black skin would
really look good on a platter set off by a bed of rice or some potatoes. Maybe
we could leave the head on and serve her with an apple in her mouth.
"We'll take cow 22 and have Crenshaw's smoke her. She's almost finished cattle
now and a week on high nutrient density concentrates should top her off. Those
hams of hers will be great eating. We'll serve them bone in and just do a spiral
carve around the bone. I'll let you use maple to smoke this one, she's a little
too fat for anything else.
"That last cow, we'll spit barbecue. You said your dad wants this to be a
special feast so I really think we should use pecan wood. She's young, only 17
and tender. The pecan will burn slower and more consistently. We'll get some
spectacular meat of that one if you do it my way."
The crowds were beginning to increase as the two human cattle ranchers made
their way to the supply tents. Although the main judging wouldn't be held for
another two days, there were enough activities already underway to attract
fairgoers to the grounds.
The inside of the supply pavilion was honeycombed with individual booths and
exhibits. More than 600 companies were taking advantage of the fair to display
their wares. The pavilion was roughly divided up into sections, each one
coinciding with the general type of merchandise being presented.
Although they were primarily interested in the restaurant supply section, the
gleaming chrome of a Jessica 3000 processing machine glittering under a bank of
spotlights caught their eye, a dozen television screens above the machine
replaying the classic tape of television anchor Merideth Vierra being personally
prepared by Merle Hill for her company's picnic. A large sign announced Mr. Hill
would be making an special appearance at the fair. Another solicited volunteers
for his scheduled demonstration.
Joey found it difficult to stop watching the tape. In his mind's eye he could
see Linda Sue being processed in place of Merideth; his cock growing rock-hard
at the thought of flicking the final switch to drive the spit fully into an
unsuspecting Linda Sue.
For her part, Linda Sue was also imagining herself taking Merideth's place but,
unlike the hapless anchor, with full knowledge of the consequences of being
strapped in place on the apparatus. She could feel her juices beginning to leak
down the inside of her thighs.
A salesperson for Hill's interrupted their hypnotic study of the display. "One
look at the two of you and I can tell you like what you see up there," referring
to their aroused state. "We've been looking for a volunteer for Merle to
process during the demonstration. Mam, you would be just about perfect. If
you'd like to sign these papers," he said shoving a clipboard with a voluntary
meat registration form at Linda Sue, "we could get everything set up for
tomorrow."
Linda Sue's hand shifted slightly toward the clipboard then stopped. Thanking
the salesperson for his interest Joey declined the proposal to Linda Sue and
began to move on down the aisle.
"If you change your mind, just come on back. I know Mr. Hill would be pleased to
pop your sow for you even if you didn't want to use the Jessica," he called out
to the pair as Linda Sue looked wistfully back over her shoulder at the display.
Deep in their individual thoughts, the pair were silent as they proceed deeper
into the pavilion. It was only after they had reached the restaurant supply
section that they found themselves able to speak.
Linda Sue began to flutter between the various displays, excited at the
opportunity to pick the best equipment possible. In the end, they ordered a new
aluminum whole carcass roasting pan with a special Pyrex top which would allow
guest to watch the cow roast; a new set of German Solingen steel cleavers, forks
and carving knives; and a full complement of Spode serving platters and dishes
including two specially designed for bone in human hams and a reenforced
silver-edged whole carcass platter.
The most time was spent deciding on the equipment for the barbecue. Linda Sue
was quite unreasonably finicky about her selections, taking close to an hour to
examine almost every variety of spit available at the fair. The bipedal cow
chosen for this portion of the meal was a close approximation to Linda sue in
both age and body type.
At 5' 7", the human cow stood an two inches higher than Linda Sue and at 143
pounds, weighed five pounds more. The doomed girl's udders were two inches
bigger and a full size larger than Linda Sue's 36 D's, the results of injections
as well as the special tit food. Nevertheless, the Joey's girl and his
girlfriend were near enough matches to allow Linda Sue to use herself as a
template while making decisions on which equipment would work best.
Linda Sue threw herself into this job with a passion; insisting on being tied to
each of her final three choices, hoisted onto a pair of Y-bars and rotated as
though she was the torso being roasted. This led Joey to speculate once again
about how appealing and satisfying it would be to actually see Linda Sue
rotating over a real hickory fire; her clear, savory juices dripping from cracks
in a skin turned tawny from the heat of the flames.
In the end, she settled on having a Perro brand spit custom built. Composed of a
special carbon/Kevlar composite, the hollow spit would have a diameter of 1
1/2". At 7' 7" long, it would extend 1 1/2' past each end of the torso. The
custom spit would have the patented Perro "surgical needle" point at one end.
After the cow was impaled, the ends of the spit would be attached to a matched
set of non-conducting handles allowing for easy, burn-free turning by hand. One
of the handles was also adaptable for use with a mechanized rotisserie unit.
Between their perusal of the Jessica 3000 and Linda Sue's active examination of
the various spits; the lover's hormonal levels were at a elevated peak. It took
them only minutes after Joey had signed the purchase orders for the party to
find their way to the fuck tent and begin to make use of the coital facilities.
Lying on his back, a small dark canvas bag within reach, Joey insisted that
Linda Sue get on top. Horny and needing release she didn't argue. Her hands
trapped Joey's member and, without any preliminary foreplay, placed it at the
entrance to her pussy.Moving in tandem, Joey thrust upwards while Linda Sue
drove down. The result was a quick and complete sheathing of Joey's dick into
the recesses of Linda Sue's cunt.
Linda Sue began to slide up and down on Joey like a wooden pony on a carousel
pole, Joey's hands kneading her tits between his fingers. She moved faster and
faster, Joey squeezed harder. Suddenly her tits were visited by a complete
absence of touch.
Wondering what was happening, Linda Sue was startled to have Joey grab her by
the hair and snap her head back. Looking straight forward, Linda Sue saw Joey
give her one of the hand signals used to herd his human cattle. She stopped
cold. Joey tugged on her hair again, stinging her scalp. His hand repeated the
signal. In response, Linda Sue bent forward at the waist until her breasts were
smashed against Joey's chest.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Joey's left hand entering the canvas
bag he had brought to their bed. His right hand let go of her hair. She
continued to watch for signals. Joey's left hand reentered her field of vision.
Already stimulated to a high pitch Linda Sue began to quiver. In Joey's hand was
an foot-long sample of a Perro roasting spit, the Dolcett model made of
cold-rolled iron with a blunt-end cap. Its Teflon coating gleamed with a thin
coat of lubricant.
Joey reached down behind her. She felt her buttocks part. The spit pressed hard
at her puckered rose. Her opening began to widen; the spit slipping into her
portal. Linda Sue grunted welcoming the invader. Joey pushed harder and the spit
probed deeper into as yet uncharted territories. As Joey continued to push,
Linda Sue felt the first sensations of panic.
"Please Joey, that's far enough." Joey ignored her pleading, pressing the spit
in further.
"Joey, I can't take any more. Stop."
"Merideth took 10 inches of anal spit. You can take 12," replied Joey
relentlessly advancing the spit forward.
Linda Sue began to rock back and forth, propelling Joey's prick in and out of
her now gushing vagina at the same time aiding the entrance of the spit higher
into her bowel. All pretence at control was lost. In her lust, Linda Sue only
wanted two things; to take the entire length of the spit within her and to come.
Neither were denied her. Just as her ass closed over the distant end of the spit
her body was racked with a series of wrenching orgasms, leaving her to collapse
limp and drained onto top of a similarly satiated Joey.
Later that night, Linda Sue sat on the edge of her bed worry etching her
features. In her hand was the sample spit that Joey had so skilfully used to
coax her to climax. Is this really going to be my fate? Am I really going to
wind up on someone's plate? It was exciting when it was just an unobtainable
fantasy. Now that Joey is beginning to treat me like a cow can a real spit be
that far off? Is that what I really want? I better be sure because there'll be
no turning back.
