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Cannibal 4H

Chapter 15 The Pinto Project

Cannibal 4H 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."



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