Cannibal 4H Chapter Ten: Reaching Closure by Eurytion
JOEY AND LINDA SUE BEGAN to give cow 701 her last grooming, rubbing a thick coat
of sunscreen over her translucent white skin. Although the cow would stay in the
transfer box until her scheduled afternoon appointment, without some protection
even the four minutes in the hot sun it would take to make the final walk to the
slaughtering chute would redden her skin like a lobster dropped into a pot of
boiling water.
As they smoothed the unguent on to 701's hide, they were preoccupied with
thoughts about the events to come.
A bit morose, the three-time champion wasn't looking forward to the afternoon.
Too many distractions.
Billy & his parents would be there to achieve "closure" by watching their former
family member slaughtered. Even though he and Billy had patched up their
difficulties over Valerie's conversion Billy had become a frequent attendee at
Cow 701's feedings, the fact that the convert's former parents would be in
attendance made Joey uneasy.
To further complicate matters, a new local group of cattle rights activists had
promised to picket Crenshaw's in protest of the "barbaric" methods used to
produce human veal. The press would be there to record their actions.
Joey was beginning to tire of his "fifteen minutes of fame." At first, like any
young man, he was excited. His name and photograph were in the local paper.
People knew who he was and sometimes pointed at him as he walked down the
street. Young girls and some not so young girls flirted with him.
A number, including one middle-aged member of the local council who brought
along her 15-year old daughter and a series of restraints that could have been
used on the ranch, went farther providing Joey with a variety of new and
appreciated experiences.
But, as time went on, the attention lost its lustre. Joey felt pressured to best
himself. If he didn't win the top prize every year at the fair it could only
mean that he was going backwards and that wasn't acceptable.
Well, thought Joey to himself, nobody said living at the top would be easy.
But, in just a few more hours some of the pressure he was feeling would be
released. Cow 701 would be slaughtered and ready for consumption.
In contrast, Linda Sue was in high spirits. For her it was a day of triumph.
A potential rival for Joey's affection was getting the punishment she deserved.
Linda Sue knew that Valerie had cast her young eyes on Joey; that Valerie wanted
to supplant Linda Sue in Joey's life. Unlike Joey who thought Valerie's "crush"
was cute and harmless, Linda Sue saw Valerie as a serious rival for Joey's
affections.
Linda Sue had worked hard to shape Joey's future. Without her persuasion of
Joey's dad, Joey would never have been able to enter his first fair. If Linda
Sue hadn't shown the initiative to entice Al Crenshaw into buying Joey's first
winner, the business relationship between Crenshaw's Superior Meats and Geryon
Cattle Farms wouldn't have happened. Even the veal project and Valerie's
conversion wouldn't have taken place without Linda Sue's machinations.
Step by step Linda Sue had set Joey on the path to a future he had never even
dreamed about; towards prospects that had never seemed imaginable. She had big
plans, for the two of them. Plans she would never allow a little mooncalf of a
girl to ruin. Today would put paid to Valerie's ambitions and send a signal to
others of a like mind that Joey Geryon was hers and no one else's.
Cow 701 was in a mood of oblivious contentment, her higher reasoning functions
pushed to the far recesses of her mind. The young cow responded readily to her
master's touch as he massaged her sallow skin. With each stroke of her hide,
every smear of sunscreen, her nipples hardened and her vulva spread wider.
Linda Sue, noticing the lubrication dripping down the cow's legs nudged Joey.
"You know, in just a couple of hours, this cow will be hanging upside down and
draining. You dad tells me that she's never been bred. She's sure ready for it.
I know you've bred other cows on the farm. I've even helped as you well
remember. Why don't you go ahead and breed this cow before we take her to
Crenshaw's?"
"Now why would I want to do that when I've got you around," Joey replied cagily.
"I know you'll be taking care of all of my needs soon enough. Besides, the
anticipation of waiting to get you on the shaft just makes it better in the
end."
"And just which shaft is it that you want to get me on Joey Geryon," asked Linda
Sue? Joey just smiled enigmatically.
"Well, if you don't want to breed her yourself," retorted Linda Sue, "let's get
one or two of the hands in and let them have a go at her. They'd appreciate it.
I'd enjoy watching and you'd enjoy the aftermath of letting me watch. Besides it
seems a shame to slaughter this cow before she's had a full work out. If you
don't want to use the hired help, that bull in stall 17 has a 10 1/2 inch pizzle
that would send this cow out with a real bang."
"Linda Sue, we don't have time to have her bred. We're due at Crenshaw's in less
than an hour and we still have plenty to do to get ready. First time breedings
aren't an exercise in calm and serenity and you know how Al feels about anxious,
skittish animals."
"Any unnecessary stress hurts the quality of the meat," they chanted together in
imitation of Al, smiles on their faces. "When Crenshaw's talks about superior
meats we mean it. Calm, happy cattle slaughtered peacefully provide us with the
high calibre of meat that made our reputation."
"All right Joey," said Linda Sue. "I guess you're right. We should have bred her
sooner though. It seems such a waste to let this one go unused. She could have
satisfied the lust of a half dozen of those fresh bulls in the other section of
the barn. Oh, well it's too late now. Let's get her in the box and get on the
way."
As they drove to Crenshaw' superior meats, Joey and Linda Sue passed a pair of
teenagers jogging by the side on the road. The redhead who was the shorter of
the pair had a nice ass that made Joey think of rump roasts while her lanky
brunette partner, whose ribs were clearly visible underneath her cutoff shirt,
had him thinking barbecue. The two seemed to be arguing as they ran.
"Joey, we need to make plans about what to do next."
"Humm?"
"Pay attention, quit staring at those two girls. The veal project is a success.
Someone else can take that over now. What is the next step? How do we keep
moving forward."
"Actually, sweetheart, I've got some plans along those lines."
"Planning, without me! Joey, what are you up to?"
"I think you're going to like this if it all works out. Give me a few more days
to firm up some of the details and then we'll talk about it."
"Come on Joey, give me a clue. What are you thinking about?"
"Nope, you're just going to have to be patient, as hard as that is for you. But
don't worry, you'll have a major role in this new project."
Linda Sue pestered Joey without success to reveal at least a hint about what he
had in mind.
"Just wait. You'll find out when the time is right."
With a humph, Linda Sue sat back in her seat. "We'll see just how long he can
keep this a secret," she thought to herself.
The truck carrying the transfer box slowly made it way through a crowd of
protesters as it entered the Crenshaw property. There were about a dozen people
picketing at Crenshaw's, their signs reading "Meat is murder; Human cattle still
have rights; Set your table with vegetables" and, in a show of stunning
insensitivity, "Would you want your daughter to be a cow?"
Although these demonstrations had become more common over the years, this was
the first time that cattle rights people had been active locally. Because they
had announced their intent in the local media, the county sheriff had assigned
two deputies, Stan Triplett and Wally Zehr, to see that things didn't get out of
hand and that the demonstrators didn't interfere with the day's operations.
Nicknamed Mutt & Jeff because of the difference in their sizes, the two county
deputies would brook no nonsense on their watch. They were carnivores and had
little respect for what they considered to be a mewling crowd of namby-pamby
leaf-eating wankers who wanted to take away their steak, chops and roasts.
If people didn't want to eat flesh then well and good. That was their individual
choice, freely made. But, to the two deputies, that didn't entitle folks to
force their personal decision on others. De gustibus non est disputandum was
their motto.
While the truck came to a halt in the parking lot near the entrance to the
processing plant, a number of the protesters put down their signs and picked up
candles. Moving between the truck and the entrance, they dropped to their knees
and began to pray.
As Joey and his crew lowered the truck's ramp to the ground, Linda Sue strode
over to the demonstrators, fire in her eyes. Standing in front of one
middle-aged lady, she left fly with a verbal load of buckshot. No one could ever
accuse Linda Sue of being shy. Her motto was do onto others before they do onto
you.
"Anges Carlson you mealy-mouthed pharisee," she addressed the woman. "I've seen
the order list at the Crenshaw's. Your husband Sam's name is on it. Here you are
today praying for this human cattle when you know perfectly well that this
weekend you'll be praying over her after she's been brought to your supper
table. You should be ashamed of yourself and this phony-baloney act of yours."
Linda Sue moved to her right. "And you Bertie Williams. A lot of people know
what really happened to your first wife Alice out in the forest and why. I guess
you should have been more cautious in the showing of a certain videotape. You
haven't reformed so don't come the righteous one now. I'm going to be sure to
tell Mary not to take up botany as a hobby.
"All of you with you pious signs and your moral certitude are nothing but
busybodies and hypocrites. You all may think it makes you a bigger and better
person to be here today marching and praying and calling for an end to the
raising of human cattle but there's not a one of you that doesn't profit from
it in one way or another.
"Jason Breen, your gas station sells fuel to all the human cattle ranchers
around here; maybe they ought to take their business somewhere else. And you
Dottie Donner, I've seen you chow down on a bull prick or two when you thought
no one was looking. Charlie Pickels, how much more business will your vegetable
stand do if everyone stops eating meat?
"Maybe you all better worry about the beam in your eyes before you set out to
remove the mote from mine."
The deputies couldn't help laughing openly at the furious dressing-down being
given to the cattle rights advocates by Linda Sue. Their responsibilities as law
enforcement officials kept them from voicing their personal opinions but that
didn't stop them from agreeing with the young firebrand.
But Linda Sue wasn't the only advocate aroused to a fine edge of wrath. An
attractive brunette with shoulder-length brown hair strode athletically forward
and began to berate the young rancher.
"Are you completely bereft of any human decency," she challenged Linda Sue.
"These aren't animals. No matter what the law says and what's been done to them,
they are people. They are not our chattel. They are our sisters and brothers.
They are not being processed, they are being murdered. What is being done here
today is wrong. More than wrong it is barbarous."
At 5' 9' Linda Sue's antagonist towered over her by a good four inches, forcing
her to look up into her face. Linda Sue stepped back to allow her to lower her
eyes and adjust the psychic interaction between the two females.
"Ann," she started. "It is Ann isn't it, I think I've seen you in town," she
asked. The brunette nodded yes curtly. "What you think or even what I think
doesn't matter. The law is the law. The courts have ruled that this is legal;
that these are cattle not people and their slaughter and consumption is
legitimate and allowed. Besides that," she added, "they're really pretty tasty.
You should try some."
"Eating people, whether or not you call them cattle, is an iniquity that stains
the human soul,"
Ann charged. "It is immoral, evil, inhuman and profane. I don't care how many
men in black robes rule otherwise; not all the court decisions ever rendered can
make it less so.
"Despite all my attempts to feel otherwise, whenever I hear anyone arguing in
favour of this abomination I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on them. How
forcefully would you defend this practice if it was you in the stall; you who
were reduced to the status of an animal; you who would be cruelly killed and
stuck on a pole over a blazing fire; you who would be ultimately reduced to a
satisfied belch from the fat stomach of a cannibal after a big dinner?Are you a
living human being with all the special qualities an individual possesses or are
you just a slab of meat?"
Linda Sue couldn't help laughing. "Honey, I've got a boyfriend who beats off
some nights with visions of me rotating over an smoldering fire spurring him to
shoot sperm clear to the other side of the room. He's already tried a number of
sample spits on me for size. I could very well wind up on his plate.
"If I do, I'd take it as a compliment. Like it or not, all of us are potential
roasts on two legs. If I fail to satisfy Joey's cravings as a mate; well then
maybe I can satisfy his cravings for meat. I'd be his victuals not his victim.
See these tits," said Linda cupping her 36 Ds in her hands. "I take a supplement
every day to grow these boobs, just like the farm cattle do. I'm not just doing
it because I wanted bigger tits. If my time comes I want to be the best that I
can be.
"I've helped Joey raise his human cattle. I've got a good eye for stock. What
are you, about 130-135 pounds? I'd say you're about a 35 or 36 B cup. Yeh.
you're about 35-25-38. You must work out to keep that figure although if you
don't eat meat that would explain a lot. With a little work and the right
supplements, you could be a prime cut of human beef. Maybe, if you played your
cards right, you'd be a milker for awhile or, if you're talented enough you
could be a breeder.
"Of course, if we used you as breeding stock, we'd eventually wind up selling
you as stew meat. I don't think that figure of yours would hold up under
intensive breeding. Still even in a stew you'd be serving people in a better
fashion than you are now. Give it some thought Ann. We're always looking for new
cattle."
"I really pity you Linda Sue. If raising human cattle isn't wrong then nothing
is. It is not too late for you to seek redemption. Salvation can still be yours.
Remember when a just cause reaches its flood tide, whatever stands in the way
must fall before its overwhelming power. We are right on this and we will
prevail no matter how hard the struggle; no matter how long the fight."
Before Linda Sue could respond, the two deputies intervened.
"OK folks," Jeff told the sign-wavers, "time to be moving along. Your permit
says the protest stops when the cattle arrive. The cattle are here so you're
going to leave."
At heart, unlike their big-city counterparts, the local activists were
law-abiding individuals. With a minimum of grumbling, they gathered up their
signs and candles and began to leave the property promising that their fight for
human cattle rights wasn't done with. Ann, staring straight at Linda Sue pledged
that she hadn't seen the last of her yet.
"No, but when I do I'll bet it's on the end of my fork covered with Bechamel
sauce," Linda Sue rebutted.
Al Crenshaw, who had been watching the antics of the protestors with some anger,
walked over to Joey. "Now that that's over, let's get on with business. We're
going to do things a little differently today. You know that this livestock is a
conversion. The former family members wanted to attend the slaughtering. I hear
one of those touchy-feely counsellors told them they needed to watch to achieve
'closure.'
"Your cow may have been their daughter once but not any more. She's just another
heifer to butcher. I've agreed to let them watch the initial stage of the
processing but that's it. They won't see the skinning or the dismembering; just
the actual moment of termination. After that they're out of here.
"To avoid any problems we have them in a separate room with a large window that
looks out onto the processing floor. They can see what goes on but that can't
hear anything. They can't get out of the room to disrupt anything and Mutt &
Jeff have agreed to sit around to see to that. Besides the legal papers they
signed before I agreed to this nonsense have pretty severe penalties for any
disturbances they cause.
"Their being here means we can't use the usual slaughtering line. It's not
exactly set up for spectators. We've gone back to the old guillotine just like
they use at the fair. I don't like it as well as our method but it's the only
humane way to slaughter your heifer and still let them watch."
As Al Crenshaw paused to take a breath, Joey interrupted his monologue.
"Al, you know that Billy & his family are friends of mine. They're not here to
cause any trouble. They're just doing what their shrink said they needed to do."
"Yeah Joey, I know, I know. But I just don't like it. I'm running a meat market
not a therapy group. And if it gets out that I did this for them, everybody who
has a conversion in the family is going to want the same treatment. I just don't
like doing this."
"No offense, but why are you doing this if you didn't want to?"
Al shrugged, a small rueful smile on his face. "Hell, Joey, you know Linda Sue.
She's got a way of always getting what she wants. And for some reason she wanted
the family here to see this. Anyway, it's too late to back out now. Let's just
get your cow unloaded and get this over with."
As Joey and Al's discussion continued, Walt Gram had begun an interview with
Linda Sue.
"Ms.," he started.
"Please call me Linda Sue."
"All right, Linda Sue. You sure did tear into those cattle rights people. How
come? Don't they have a right to their opinion?"
"Mr. Gram, Joey Geryon is a credit to this community. No one else has ever won
three blue ribbons in a row. Most of the people, including the ones that were
here today, earn a portion of their livelihood from human cattle ranching. It
makes me mad to see folks tear down what Joey has done.
"Joey can be one of the best if not the best human cattle ranchers in the
country. He's smart and innovative; this last project will change the way veal
is raised and make it economical for the small rancher. He's hard working. He's
going places, big places. I hope you won't let a few misguided individuals steer
you away from the real story --- what Joey Geryon has and will accomplish and
what it means to this county and its people."
"But do they have a point? Is the conversion of humans into cattle wrong despite
what the courts have held?"
Linda Sue sighed heavily. "Mr. Gram, I' m just a farm hand not a legal scholar
or a philosopher or a religious leader. The consumption of human flesh has been
an accepted part of our culture for more than 50 years now. If it really was
wrong, wouldn't it have been stopped long before this?"
Before Gram could reply, Joey and Al walked over. After introductions and a few
more minutes of discussion, including Joey's declining of an interview, the
day's serious work began.
Joey entered the transfer box to find the young cow crouching on her heels. For
a moment he was tempted to give cow 701 one final feeding before her rendezvous
with the razor-sharp blade of the guillotine. His refusal to breed 701 was based
on his promise to Valerie; it didn't meant Joey wasn't interested. But Al
clearly wanted to finish this job as quickly as possible. Besides Linda Sue was
always extra-attentive to his needs after watching a cow turned from livestock
into meat. He could wait another hour or so.
Cow 701 shook herself as she exited the transfer box and felt the warm sunlight
strike her skin. It was the first time she had been outside since her arrival at
Geryon's. Even during her trip to the fair she was loaded in and out of the
transfer box inside the confines of the barn. The extra warmth felt nice. So
did the chance to stretch her muscles after so long a time in the veal cage.
Using hand signals, Joey started the cow walking toward the open door. Just in
case they were necessary a shorter version of his herding staff was in a holster
on his belt along with a halter and lead. But, obeying the commands of her
master, cow 701 ambled easily toward the building.
Moving placidly, the converted Valerie felt no sense of alarum; had no
foreshadowing of the fate that awaited her inside the building. As human cattle
her concerns were of the most basic: food, shelter and rest. To 701, this was a
pleasant outing away from her pen. Nothing more and nothing less.
Entering through the door, cow 701 stopped in the hallway to await Joey's
orders. His hand signs told her to continue to walk forward and through another
door.
The cow stepped across the sill to find herself in a large room. As she moved
forward, she could hear the soft bang of a door being shut and even feel the
slight breeze caused by its closing. Following Joey's gesture she stopped near
the centre of the room and surveyed her surroundings.
Four walls, one with a surface that reflected the room. A concrete floor,
railings and tracks crisscrossing the ceiling and, in the centre of the room a
large, tall object made of wood and metal. A portion of her once human
consciousness began to stir. There was something wrong here, something
dangerous.
Joey examined the guillotine. At first glance it looked like an enlarged,
slightly out of proportion exercise machine. The narrow frame was made of two
wooden uprights about a foot apart. Attached at a ninety-degree angle to the
uprights was a tiltable bench, almost like a weight bench.
At the top of the frame, eleven feet above the lunette, was the blade. A dull
grey sheen belied the razor sharpness of its 45 degree-angled edge. Resting on
the top of the blade was another weight called the mouton which would help
gravity to power the blade downwards. Once released, the blade would fall at a
speed of over 60 mph, humanely severing the head from the torso in less than
half a second.
At the bottom of the frame was a lunette, two pieces of wood one on top of
another with small half circles cut out. When the time came, 701's head would be
placed on the lower half of the lunette, chin down and facing forward. A small
hook would be attached to her bun to assure that her neck was properly
stretched. The top portion of the lunette would be lowered and tightly secured.
And then the end would come swiftly.
A plastic crate was located in front of the guillotine to receive the detached
head. It was really nothing more than an old milk crate, the stencilling for
Teelucky's Dairy could still be seen on the side, but the gaps in the gridwork
would allow the blood to drain and make for easier cleanup.
As he gazed at the guillotine, Joey remembered the story of the baker, the
printer and the engineer who were scheduled to die during the French Revolution.
Asked whether he wanted to leave this life facing up or down, the baker chose to
go facing up telling his executioner that he wanted to die looking towards his
maker. Just inches before the blade reached his neck, it came to a sudden and
shuddering halt. Declaiming that god had willed the baker to live, he was set
free by the executioner.
The printer also chose to die facing up. And in his case, the blade also stopped
short of his neck. Again a miracle was declared and the printer was freed.
Finally the engineer was lead to the guillotine. And, as they placed him face up
in the lunette, he said to the executioner "Hey, I think I see what the problem
is here. If you just put a little oil in these grooves."
Involuntarily, Joey turned to look at the black glass hiding Valerie's former
family from his sight. "What's wrong with me. I'm out here thinking of jokes
and they're in their waiting to see the end of their daughter's life."
The air was getting close inside the small room. It was only intended to hold
two people and then for only a short time with the door opening and closing on a
regular basis. But, for the last hour and a half, the room had been occupied by
six people; Billy, his father Norm Howitt, his mother Nora, his Uncle John
Snieth, his Aunt Janet and his older cousin Teresa Gudman. The overtasked
ventilation fan was never designed for these circumstances and the window
overlooking the butchering floor was beginning to fog over.
Billy had been surprised when his dad told him that his cousin Terri would be
attending Valerie's demise. Seven years older than he was,Terri had returned
home to recover from a nasty divorce. Although no one was saying so directly,
Billy had pieced together enough fragments of hushed conversation to understand
that the family felt Terri was fault in the matter.
Terri's husband had been a stockbroker, albeit not a very good one. He had an
uncanny sense of market timing but usually in the wrong direction. Most stocks
he gave a buy recommendation to either stalled or dropped in value. Stocks on
his hold list did much the same. Generally it was only after one of Andy's
"sell" recommendations was heeded by client that the stock met or exceeded
expectations.
The losses were always small, never catastrophic and, like a blind pig in search
of an acorn, occasionally one of Andy's picks would do very well indeed. He was
still bragging about his selection of Balboa International which went from 12
3/4 to 96 7/8 over a six month period. The only problem was that Andy's clients
had become so wary of his judgment that only the three newest had reaped the
reward from this pick.
While others might have considered a career change, Andy was determined to
persevere. He threw himself into researching companies, looking for another
Balboa International. Hours on the telephone or the Web were followed by days
away from home on site visits. Terri's sex life declined like one of Andy's
recommendations.
To console herself, Billy's cousin took a lover, a normal enough response to the
situation and one that was socially acceptable these days even in the smallest
of towns. Then she took a second, this time an older woman. A little more
unusual but still within community standards at least in the big city where
Terri and Andy lived.
The cessation of the marriage had come after Andy returned to the apartment one
night to find Terri entertaining four lovers at once, none of them older than 16
and one of them a black girl. In exchange for a hefty settlement, she didn't
contest the divorce. Family wags said that for Terri the wages of sin was
alimony.
A gasp from his mother redirected Billy's attention away from his cousin and out
to the floor of the slaughtering house. Cow 701 had just arrived.
Joey urged 701 further into the room. She moved reluctantly toward the
instrument of her demise. One of Al's butchers stood next to Joey. "Put her in
the knelling position." Joey gave the order and 701 complied.
Billy felt himself begin to stiffen. His frequent coatings of Cow 701's uvula
with his sperm had long ago obliterated the reality of Valerie from his mind.
That wasn't his sister down there. It was only another cow about to be
transformed into steaks, chops and roasts. Watching the lithe naked animal go to
her end was exciting, not sad. Adjusting his growing erection, Billy moved
closer to the window. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his father and
uncle doing the same.
Reaching into a pocket on his leather apron, the butcher took out a two-looped
plastic tie, similar to those used in electrical work. Gently he brought 701's
hands behind her back and fastened them together with the tie. "Walk her over
and have her stand next to the table." 701 began to tremble and Joey had to give
the hand signal twice before she began to shamble forward.
As good as the conditioning from McCain's was, the spark of Valerie that still
resided with cow 701 was forcing its way back to consciousness. Her imminent
demise was short circuiting all the training she had undergone. Like a patient
emerging from deep anaesthesia, Valerie was returning to life. Her cowlike
demeanour was fast disappearing and in its place a frightened young girl was
emerging.
The butcher knelt next to the shaking female and fastened a second set of loops,
these made of softer cotton rope, around her ankles. With a small grunt, the
butcher picked up the young cow and set her belly down on the table. He moved
the table slightly; walked to the front and then returned to make a
readjustment. Satisfied with the positioning, he placed her neck in the bottom
of the lunette, then wrapped and tightened two leather straps around her torso,
one just across the shoulders the other below her knees. 701 was now completely
immobilized and only minutes away from drawing her final breath.
Billy's dick was hard, so hard it hurt. He was stuck in the room until after the
blade fell, but once it did he'd be running to the water closet for some relief.
Looking straight forward Billy attempted to hide his erection by getting as
close to the window as possible. He felt his cousin move next to him as her
green and white plaid skirt brushed against the side of his arm.
"I hope this is over with quick," he thought, not so much for Valerie's sake but
rather to keep from being embarrassed by his growing lust. The room, which had
seemed so quiet before, now sounded like an echo chamber, reverberating with the
short, deep breaths of its occupants.
Walking to the far end of the table, the butcher reached for a braided nylon
rope with a small hook at the end. After fastening the hook to the cotton
bindings around the ankle, he moved to the front of the table. There he reached
for a smaller version of the rope and hook designed to be placed in 701's bun to
fully stretch the neck. Satisfied with the positioning, the butcher nodded to
Joey.
"Come over to the other side and help me set the rest of the lunette in place.
Just swing it around, that's right. Now lower it down, easy easy. OK there we
go. Push that bolt into place. Yep, that's got it. We're ready to pop this cow
now."
Joey looked down to see moisture trickling down Valerie's cheeks. Moved by an
uncontrollable impulse, he bent over to wipe away the tears with his hand only
to hear a soft voice praying. Joey started to move away only to be stopped by
the sound of his name.
"Joey, Joey, is that you?."
He moved closer. "I'm here Valerie."
"Joey, say goodbye to my family for me. Tell them I love them just like I love
you. I know you kept your promises. God bless you Joey. Please go. I don't want
you to watch. Please do this last thing for me and leave."
With a catch in his voice Joey started to speak only to be stopped by Valerie's
voice. "Joey, please don't say anything. I'm not that strong. I don't want to
start begging for my life, for our life together. Just go and when you think
about me remember me as a girl not a cow."
Mutely Joey bent over and gave the tear dampened cheek a final kiss. Stepping
back he motioned the butcher over.
"Come on, let's get this over with now," he said quietly.
'Can't. I'm not doing this job. Someone else is going to pull the lever on this
cow."
"Who," demanded Joey?
"I don't know. Some friend of Al's paid extra for the privilege. Go ahead and
leave kid. I'll stay here until they get here. And if they're not here in the
next couple of minutes I'll go ahead and pull the lever myself. OK?"
"OK," replied Joey, turning his back on guillotine as he walked unsteadily from
the room and into the parking lot.
Billy was startled to hear what sounded like a zipper being lowered. He looked
to his left only to see his Aunt Janet pull her husband's throbbing rod out from
his pants. Her fist began to pump up and down on John's cock, spreading the
wetness leaking from the tip along its full length. John's meaty hands had
spread his wife's blouse open and were now busily mauling her breasts without
any care about who would see. Billy shook his head in stunned disbelief.
A noise halfway between a sob and a choke made him turn around. It was his
mother. She was on her knees with his father's dick deep into her throat. His
old man's hands were clenched hard against the side of her head as he pistoned
in and out of her oral cavity. The smell of sexual arousal filled the room.
"And I was worried about embarrassing myself," thought Billy.
Within second of Joey's departure, Linda Sue strode in to stand next to the
guillotine's lever.
"Hello, little one," she said stroking the same cheek Joey had kissed. 'I'm
glad you were able to fight your way through the conditioning. It makes this
much more special."
Valerie didn't reply.
"You know I heard you ask Joey to say goodbye to your family. But he really
won't have to. See they're all here. Your mom, your dad, your brother Billy and
by the way, Billy says you suck cock like an angel. Only fitting I guess since
you'll be joining them in a moment. I'll bet Billy's right about you. I know I
certainly enjoyed the way you gave my cunt a workout when I fed you.
"Guess what? Your Uncle John and your Aunt Janet are here too. They wanted to
make sure they got the choicest cuts of Valerie for Sunday's dinner. Even
better, this is such a big family occasion that they even flew in your cousin
Teresa to watch you get what's coming to you."
Determined not to give in, and aided by her hatred of Linda Sue, Valerie
remained silent.
"No little one, you don't have to say anything. Having you talk at this point
would be superfluous anyhow. Just remember you brought this on yourself. Joey's
mine and I won't let anyone steal my property.
Linda Sue walked around in front of Valerie. Pulling something out of her
pocket, she held it so Valerie could see it.
Despite her best efforts at self control, the sight of her Cannibal 4H Fair ID
badge being held in the palm of Linda Sue's hand brought deep sobs from Valerie.
"You were sleeping so soundly, you didn't even twitch when I lifted this off
from around you neck. But I'm an honest person. I just wanted to borrow this
badge for a little while. I'm done with it now. You can have it back." Linda
Sue placed the badge around Valerie's neck. Then, stepping back she placed both
hands around the lethal lever.
A squeaking noise drew Billy's attention back to the front of the room. Terri
had taken off her skirt and was bent over using it to wipe the condensation from
the window. Her bare pussy peaked invitingly from above two black lace stocking
tops. It took only moments for Billy to drop his pants and thrust his throbbing
penis into Terri's well-lubricated cunt. His hands reached around to her front
as much for balance as to hold her milkers in his palms. Terri moaned as he
sawed in and out of her cunt.
"Well, little one. This has been so much fun, I almost wish I didn't have to do
this. Now that you have your badge back I could let you go but, then again, we
wouldn't want to disappoint all those hungry family members now would we?" Linda
Sue pulled firmly on the lever.
With a silvery sibilant hiss the blade descended. The perigee of its transit was
accompanied by a sound like a person biting into a crisp new apple, followed
closely by a soft thud as the disconnected head toppled into the waiting
receptacle. The thud triggered an overwhelming orgasm in Linda Sue as she
dropped to her knees in delirious ecstasy, the blood from Valerie's severed neck
splashing on her like a gentle, rejuvenating spring rain.
Linda Sue was not the only one to reach the apex of sexual satisfaction. The
flash of the falling blade had triggered le petite morte in every male in the
room with Terri not far behind. Only Valerie's mother and aunt remained
unsatisfied, a condition that would be quickly changed once Mutt & Jeff unlocked
the door.
Outside in the parking lot, Joey felt an overwhelming sense of relief when Al
told him it was over. He had walked the tight rope from end to end without
falling off. He had kept all his promises to Valerie, as hard as that had been
to do, and still placed the interests of the Geryon Cattle Farm first. Now,
after Sunday's dinner, he could move on to his next project.
Joey smiled to himself as the two joggers he had seen earlier walked slowly by
their bodies glistening with a sheen of fresh, female perspiration. They were
still arguing about something.
Joey was intrigued by the way a silver cross hanging from the redhead's neck
bounced between her small breasts. Equally fascinating were the long legs of the
brunette, mentally Joey nicknamed her the stork. "I'd like to go over and meet
them," he thought "but this has just been too long of a day. Well, maybe I'll
see them around again sometime."
