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DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Green Eyes requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remains within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
The Origins of Jessica Chp. 1
By Greeneyes and BBQChef
The telephone in the living room rang. Setting down her novel, the brunette rose from her arm chair to answer it.
"Hello?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair over her ear, listening for a reply.
"Kim?" a familiar male voice questioned.
"Hi, yes?" Kimberly replied, listening intently.
"It's Serge," the voice identified itself as her friend.
"Oh hi!" Kimberly responded, smiling into the receiver. "How are you? What's new?" she asked, sitting down on the sofa next to the telephone.
"Not too bad," Serge replied, his slightly accented voice replied with a distinctly Slavic intonation. "You know, I think I'm really close-with the new Jessica I mean." he smiled.
"Oh you're still working on it?" Kimberly questioned, "Good for you! I'm so glad you haven't given up on your dream!" she smiled again, trying to encourage her friend.
"No, those were minor setbacks. Only one live spitting out of four on the first machine and two out of four on the second. A terrible mess I know, but I think I may be close to having the alignment issues licked," he explained to her.
"That's good," she nodded as they chatted, not wanting to consider the terrible mess he spoke of. "You sound pretty confident."
"I am. If I can break the 75% success barrier of manual live spitting and double or triple the speed of the process I'd make a mint off of Merle and he'd make a mint off of what my invention would do for his packing business," he said, dropping the name by accident, but secretly glad he did after doing so.
"Oh Merle Hill?" she asked with feigned non-chalance, but inwardly impressed.
"Yes. I know Hill's is a big celebrity these days but he still keeps a personal interest," he explained.
"So he's interested in your machines?" she asked getting excited for him.
"You bet," he began, gauging her enthusiastic response. "He told me personally if I can get this thing to work it'll be as revolutionary for his business as the microchip was for computers," he declared with no small degree of pride.
"That's incredible Serge!" she gushed, unable to conceal her happiness for him, knowing he hadn't had a lot to be happy about as of late.
"No it isn't. I've sunk a lot of my personal money as well as that of a few close investors into this thing and I've only had a few live whole roasters to show for my trouble," he paused in mid-breath, his tone becoming urgent, "But I'm close Kimberly, very close."
"I know you've really been balancing things haven't you?' she responded with heartfelt sympathy, knowing his tight financial situation.
"I have. It's been lots of stress between loosing Jessica last year and chasing my dreams it's run me ragged," he vented his heart to her.
"Ahttp://www...I'm sorry Serge," she moaned sympathetically, "Is there anything I can do?"
"Well, it's been tough getting whole roasters to test the latest machine, let alone an assistant. I was wondering..." he began wondering how to ask the question he was about to.
"They do get expensive don't they? It's a lot of at 125 dollars a sow," she cooed sympathetically, nodding into the telephone.
"They are, and my investors are getting very stingy about getting them for tests. If only I could have an assistant to help deal with the line up issues on the 3000 - that's my new machine by the way," he explained.
"Oh, you've got the 3000 version now?" she interrupted, not truly realizing how hard he had been working.
"Well, almost," he began to explain, "There's a prototype. It's got all of the final drive equipment and the attachments, but the various restraints for holding the sow are a little more elaborate than the final version will be. But I'm still looking for the right combination there."
"Oh yes," she nodded again, listening intently.
"So you were saying you wanted to help?" he asked, bringing her back to the subject at hand.
Kimberly paused before answering, nibbling her lower lip, anxious, "Ummm...what would I have to do?" She uncrossed and recrossed her legs nervously.
"Well, I need to mount you on the machine so that I can check some adjustments, make some alignments checks, for starters," he explained matter of factly.
"Oh!" the brunette exclaimed as the casual boldness that he made the request. She swallowed, feeling her heart flutter, "Jessica used to do that?" She had been reluctant to bring his ex-girlfriend's name up, but blurted out in her surprise.
"She did, but I guess it scared her too much. She left me over it. Thought I looked on her as a common sow. But damn it, I never flipped the switch on her."
"No, you didn't," she said sympathetically, reminded of her good friend's pain. "How many trial runs was she on the other 2 machines for?" Kimberly asked, stalling for time to think.
"Well, I put her in for six of the eight runs to make adjustments before running sows through the machine," he continued with his matter of fact explanation.
"Oh, well she didn't seem to be too worse for wear," Kimberly admitted, giggling nervously.
"Nope but I guess it freaked her out the see the sows get it right after she was in their place on the machine. I guess she figured her days were numbered
"Oh Serge, I don't think you would do that," she blurted out almost biting her tongue feeling as she just gave up her trump card for refusal.
"It was never my intention. I just need a consistent reference for calibrating my machine," he explained exasperated.
"Yes, I could see that," she responded, understanding. "I've never actually seen it, did you know that?" she informed him.
"Ah...really? Not even a photo?" he asked, surprised he hadn't included her in.
"No," she admitted, pausing a second, "That's so weird. - You and your secretiveness!" she admonished playfully. "Jessica only talked a little bit about it."
"I guess that's true. But you know there are some other companies out there trying to be the first," he explained.
"I only know that it spits sows, and is supposed to go faster than hand spitting for whole roasting, that's about it," she shrugged to herself.
"So what else did Jessy tell you?" he asked, using his pet name for his ex-girlfriend.
"Not a lot, can I see it before I say yes?" she bargained.
"Absolutely. I'm very happy that you're thinking of helping me out," he smiled with relief into the phone.
"Ok," she sighed to herself, relenting "When should I pop over?"
"How about later today? I'll be in the workshop all day tinkering with it."
"Ok, I guess I could do that 4 o clock?" she asked, nibbling her lip in thought.
"That would be great," he acknowledged with some relief that he might have a new assistant that he could trust with his secret.
"Ok, no promises now," Kimberly continued to hedge, "But I'll look."
"Not at all. doesn't hurt to look. I really appreciate it," he said agreeably, happy to have a chance to obtain another assist whom he could trust with his secret and would trust him.
"Sure," she intoned, smiling once again. "See you then?"
"Yes, absolutely;" he said before they said their goodbyes.
* * *
Kimberly checked her make-up in the rear view mirror before picking up her purse and getting out of her car to go to walk about the sidewalk of the non-descript bungalow and ring the bell. She glanced around his neighbourhood, surveying the other homes of similar look, a little anxious. She did not have to wait long.
The door opened, and behind it, was her smiling friend, Serge. "Ah, Kim, welcome, come in." He smiled, standing aside to allow her inside.
"Sure, thanks," she smiled, accepting his invitation. "Been busy?" she asked, stepping inside.
"Yes" he smiled proudly, glancing down at his oil stained lab coat. "Come on, my workshop is out back," he waived her inwardly cordially.
Kimberly followed him through the house and into the large backyard where a large metal shed, resembling a garage, stood at the end of the driveway. He paused at the door, holding it open for her before stepping through himself.
The space was flooded with bright fluorescent lights. On one side, were machines for cutting and working with metal, on the other side, an empty livestock cage. In the centre of the room was the machine, a complex jumble of stainless steel, leather pads and straps, motors, armatures and other gadgets. Polished to a shine, it dully reflected the overhead light.
"This is it?" Kimberly asked, pointing and looking to him for verification.
"Yup," he nodded with some pride. "The final version will have cleaner lines than the prototype but this is it. Let me give you a little tour. Makes more sense once it's been explained," he suggested, walking past her to introduce her to his invention.
"Ok," she nodded, letting him take the lead. "So how does it work?" she asked with a smile, trying to encourage him as he walked her over to the machine.
"The sow is put on this mark and a bar comes up and hits it behind the knees forcing it down on its knees here, you see?" her friend asked, pointing to two foot shaped marks painted on the floor at what she presumed was the end of the machine.
"Uh huh?" she nodded, questioningly as she placed her own feet on the two spots he indicated. "Like this?"
Encouraged by her interest he blurted out, "You want to try it out? The position I mean?"
Kimberly choked on her breath at his sudden invitation before giggling, "Nice try! But not just yet!" She waggled a finger at him, feeling her heart skip a beat.
"Okay well," he began anew, not wishing to put her off the recruitment, "Once the sow is on its knees, this bar here," he pointed to a padded roller, "Rotates around and forces it to bend over putting the chest here on this pad and the neck and chin on this pad." he pointed, directing her attention to each location on the machine.
Kimberly licked her lips, letting out a ragged sigh, and flushing slightly. "Alright," she nodded, trying to compose herself at the thought of it. "That seems pretty simple," she continued to regain herself, hoping he hadn't noticed her reaction.
"Before the sow can recover a strap is secured over the sow's neck here and another strap over the back here," he pointed to the broad leather straps as Kimberly wondered about those who had already been mounted on the machine. "The animal is fully secured within 3 seconds," he nodded with some degree of pride.
"That's quick!" Kimberly said, looking at him with wide eyes of amazement.
"That's the point!" he clapped his hands together excitedly for emphasis. "-Perfectly positioned in 3 seconds. Tits hanging down here ready to be filled, stomach here ready for the gutting knife and the pussy in the rear ready to receive the spit." Serge folded his arms across his chest, nodding proudly, gazing at her, hoping she found his design impressive enough and intriguing enough to become his assistant and help him.
Kimberly watched as he moved deftly around the machine, caught up in his passion, fascinated by the machine and its purpose. Trying to maintain her air of non-commitment, she continued with her questions, "Is the position perfect? You said that you were having troubles?"
"Yes," he nodded, conceding the point, "That is the biggest complication, finding just the right levels for the chest pad and the chin rest as well as the initial height of the rod so the spit passes through the animal without damaging any of the key organs." He fingered one of the spits absentmindedly as he pondered the problem even as they spoke.
"Oh..." she said, nibbling her lower lip, imagining the terrible thought, "-Some of the sows had that problem?"
"Yes, but I have a new method with a scanning laser level here to visualize the path of the spit through the body based on the settings on the Jessica," he explained his latest solution to the problem.
"Oh," she nodded, "You have been working hard."
"I have," he said, adding emphatically, "I'm telling you Kimberly, I'm really close."
"Looks like it!" she smiled at him, trying to erase his self-doubt with her reaction.
"Anyway," he nodded with a sigh, "Once I get the angle right, this motor here advances the spit slowly at first until it penetrates the sow's pussy." He said, directing her attention to the motor beyond the machine proper.
"Uh huh," she replied, looking at the motor, flushing again at the idea. "That's really intense."
Seeing the brunette's reaction he continued, sputtering with enthusiasm, "Once the system feels the resistance when it hits the back of the womb it sets a whole bunch of functions at once."
"Oh? Like what?" she asked, turning, to sit down on the end of the machine, crossing her ankles, the hem of her jumper sliding up her thighs.
"Well, the first the machine thrusts the spit forward entering the abdomen and speeds up a bit - at the same time these cups here," he began, moving to the side of the machine and pointing to them as she shifted to see, "under the hanging udders, pop up and suck in the sow's nipples. Then needles pop up and enter the udders and start to inject them with a fluid to help cook them and enlarge them. Makes for a better presentation of the meat don't you think?" he smiled.
"Definitely," she agreed, her feet swaying gently, dangling off the floor. "-Keeps them from splitting or drying out too." she nodded.
"Yeah, the old fashioned way was to put the sow on it's side after spitting on a table and use large syringes. Very tedious and messy too. But now, here, with this machine it happens as the spitting is done;" he smiled, unconsciously glancing at her chest with their discussion.
"Seems you've thought of everything," she nodded swept up with his enthusiasm and not noticing the glance.
"Yes, but that's not all," he persisted, before continuing. "Down here a knife pops up and into the sow's belly just above the pubic bone. It's quickly pulled across opening the belly," he pointed to the steel housing beneath the central pad of the thing. "The offal spills out here onto the disposal chute."
"Okay," she nodded, looking down at the ramp that jutted out the side of the contraption.
"Then another hose here is pushed into the anus and a jet of water cleans out the animal," he said, shifting to pick up a hose beneath her seat to show her. "Then this other extension, kind of like a large sewing machine you see," he pointed to another slot beneath the blade housing, "Is pulled across the open belly sewing it shut. Once that is done, filling is pumped in through the ass using the same plug that dispensed the water."
"Oh!" Kimberly said, a little taken by surprise by the talk of sewing, "I'm really impressed," she nodded, folding her arms across her chest defensively.
"Yes, by this time the spit is coming out of the sows mouth, the filling is done on both the belly and the udders," he nodded, going back to the spit ram, "As a final step, an anal stabilizer is dispensed here onto the spit rod and slid forward into the sow's ass." He picked up a bayonet with a bracket and adjustable bolt to fasten to the spit to demonstrate.
"That's really something," beaming at him. "You've really worked hard," she smiled, sounding like the teacher she was.
"Then the straps are removed, the legs are tied to the rod and the sow can be lifted off, ready for the roasting pit," he smiled, finishing his explanation, "And thank you, I have tried to get all the details down." He watched her slide off the back of the plinth.
"Yup, in about a minute you go from standing there to being carried off to be cooked for dinner - pretty neat if I do say so myself," he nodded proudly.
"One problem Serge," she interjected, self-consciously smoothing the front of her skirt to avoid eye contact for a moment.
"Oh what's that?" he smiled quizzically.
"I'm not a sow, how can I be on it without being spitted?" she tilted her head to one side to regard him.
"Well Kimberly, I need an assistant to check out the alignment. As I mentioned, I have this laser here that follows the line of the spit and traces out the path that the spit would take," he explained patiently.
"Uh huh?" she nodded, "So I would have to be on it right?"
"I turn on the laser to one side of the machine. It moves back so fast it draws a red line against the opposite wall," he explained trying to give more information before answering her question. "Yes, for me to see how this lines up."
"Jessica told me you put the spits in her, would I have to do that too?" she asked, licking her lips nervously.
"Yes, I need to go as far as I can to get the best alignment," he replied matter of factly.
"Hmmmm..." she mused, thinking.
Serge looked down at the machine and ran his hand over it, almost caressing it and then look back at her.
"-And you want me to....?" she asked, her voice trailing off as she glanced at the spits.
"Yes, well, it would be a great help," he smiled, encouraging her.
Kimberly nibbled her lower lip, avoiding eye contact, not sure if she wanted to know the answer to the question that immediately sprang to mind, "How far would you put the spit in?" She contemplated the enormous lengths of polished metal.
"Until it reaches the tripping point. That is, until it touches the back of your womb," Serge supplied, nodding.
"And then you would stop it?" she asked him, looking him in the eye, her own eyes wide.
"Yes," he began, pausing, "Well, the machine would be set to go no further. A sort of failsafe to avoid any unwanted accidents," he explained patting the spit drive.
"That's good to know," she sputtered softly.
"Yes, absolutely. After all, you aren't a sow," Serge replied almost exasperated at the implication on her part that he regarded her any other way.
"Oh I'm so glad you said that," she gasped and smiled with relief.
"Yes, of course. Once we have it set up I can convince my investors to spring for another sow to try it out on," he nodded, spelling out his plan for her.
"They would want to see me on it?" she asked, a new thought dawning on her.
"Yes, I'm afraid they would," he nodded and sighed, "-Or at least it would be very helpful," he nodded, crossing his arms across his chest.
Kimberly blinked rapidly, licking her lips in thought. Images of being nude in front of strange men in her mind. Then she considered who they would be, "I guess they see a lot of sows don't they?"
"They do," Serge nodded. "Nothing to be shy about," he reassured her, "To them you are just a piece of meat on the machine. And one they are happy not to be paying for."
"Well," she considered, leaning back on one heel, looking at the machine then looking at his expectant expression. The idea frightened and fascinated her at the same time. Jessica's hints and inferences of Serge's work were always exciting and left her wanting to hear more, now there was the opportunity to learn it all. She couldn't appear too interested however, assuming a mask, she relented. "Okay, I guess," she nodded, lowering her eyes.
"Great, that's great. Jeez. Thanks," Serge replied with unabashed relief.
Kimberly smiled at him still feeling nervous, then she spied a video camera on a tripod set back against the wall. "You tape the sessions?" she asked, stepping over to look at the camera more clearly then look at him.
"Yes, from several angles," he pointed at the ceiling where there was another camera. "I need to document the whole process in case I need to go back and check something," he smiled.
"Oh I see," she nodded, feeling too far in to back out now.
"Yes, it's all part of the process of invention," he smiled, remembering the tapes of Jessica he still had, the images of her in his mind.
"I guess it would be," she nodded before changing the subject, deciding not to protest the cameras, "So when do you want me?"
"Well, I'm ready to start a test real soon. How about tomorrow?"
"Ok, I guess," she agreed with a nervous nod, "What time?"
"At the same time as today," he offered, before receiving her assent with enthusiasm on his part before stating his was going for supper and offering her the chance to come along.
"Sure," she agreed, allowing the time to talk some more and get more comfortable with their plan, "Where shall we go?"
"Well, all this talk of spitting has made me hungry for barbecue," Serge declared, thinking of his favourite restaurant.
"I bet!" she responded, rolling her eyes at him. "You have some place in mind?"
"The Squeal of the Pig on Broadway," he declared with a simple smile.
"Oh my!" she giggled, placing a hand to her chest with astonishment at the name of the place. "I've never been there!"
"Well, it's cause for a little celebration. I think I can scrape together a few dollars," he offered, receiving a smile.
"Do you need to change or anything?" she asked, regarding his lab smock, trying out the spots on the floor where the sow would stand again.
"Not at all, I'm ready to go right now," he smiled, pulling off the tan coloured coat to reveal clean, suitable clothes for a dinner out.
He lead the brunette out of the workshop to his car, opening her door for her before stepping around to climb in and begin their drive to the restaurant. "It's not too far, just down the road here," he explained, starting down the street.
"Oh that place!" she nodded, recalling the sign and the outdoor cafe.
"Yes, their gimmick is to bring out a sow for you as part of the menu to help choose the cut you want. Of course, the actual meat you get is from a different sow who has already been roasted,"
"Oh I see," she nodded, "Well, it would take longer," she reasoned aloud.
"It would. If you order ahead you can go there earlier in the day and get to pick the actual cut of the actual sow you'll have later that night," he explained as she listened.
"Here we are," he said pulling into the lot next the restaurant. They could smell a sweet smoky scent coming from it.
"Smells good," she commented with a smile. Inwardly she was wondering what it would be like. She had been to the occasional pig roast at a beach party, but never a restaurant with open barbecue pits.
"It does. Let's go in through the back entrance past the cooking pits," he suggested.
"Ok," she nodded, "You want to see what's cooking do you?"
"Always," he declared as they got out of the car and he lead the way behind the restaurant. Smoke rose from several open pits into the illumination above the restaurant.
"Soon they'll have one of your machines here," she smiled at him enthusiastically.
"Yes, they do such a volume of business here I'm sure they'd benefit," he said with confidence. They walked amongst the low brick roasting pits. Smoke rose from the glowing coals. Meaty sows, their golden brown skin glistening, turned slowly and silently over the heat, their juices dripping down and flaring on the coals. They saw in one pit a sow still moaning, squirming, moving against the spit, her body shuddering. "They don't call it Squeal of the Pig for nothing," he smiled at Kimberly, his eyes sweeping over her form before turning back in their intended direction.
"I guess not!" she acknowledged with astonishment, walking past the pits, seeing them turn, the coals giving the place a red hue, scent and steam rising off the coals from all the fat drippings. He held the door for her as they entered the restaurant and walked along a long outer corridor to the maitre'd's station.
"Table for two," Serge directed the server before they were lead to a nice table to one corner of the outdoor garden to take their seats. Serge ordered a bottle of wine as soon as their server appeared, pouring them each a glass.
"To a successful project," Serge offered a toast.
"Yes may your project be a complete success," she added, touching her glass to his before taking a sip of the full-bodied cabernet sauvignon.
Serge waived to their waiter for service and returned to their table with a sow. She was a tall raven haired beauty, tall, curvy, with many prime cuts of meat. A little tag with the number 34 was clipped to the sow's ear. Her hands were tied behind her back, her breasts jutting out before her. She was not shy but obviously nervous and excited at the same time as she knew her fate this evening.
Kimberly looked at Serge, watching his reaction before turning her face to look over at the sow. She wasn't sure what she saw in Serge's face. This wasn't the reaction she would have expected from him with such a gorgeous sow before him. Instead he seemed to ignore the sow for the moment to speak to the waiter.
Serge introduced Kimberly to their waiter, Dale. It quickly became obvious that Serge was a regular here and the staff knew him well enough to be on a first name basis.
"Welcome to the 'Squeal of the Pig'. Have you dined with us before?" he asked Kimberly with a polite smile.
"Well I know he has," she smiled at Dale and shot a teasing smile at Serge before admitting it was her first time.
"Well then let me explain our menu to you," he waiter continued, "Obviously it would take too long to prepare number 34 here for you this evening, but she is due to be the next one to be spitted. In the meantime, she serves as our menu for now. And, as you can see, we only serve the finest fresh whole roasters. Don't you agree?" The waiter forced number 34 to turn around in front of then to show herself from all sides
"Yes, grade A definitely," Kimberly nodding with agreement, glancing at Serge.
"Thank you," he replied, "Indeed, at this very moment, a sow of comparable quality is almost finished in the pits for your dining enjoyment. We can use 34 here to go over what cuts you might like this evening"
"I'd love a filet," Kimberly declared, ordering the most expensive cut.
The waiter directed the sow to stand with her back to the pair, her legs apart and bent over. The waiter used his hands to spread the half-moons of the sow's bottom wide open to reveal her glistening fillet, obviously wet and swollen with excitement.
"Yes, that looks like and excellent cut," Serge agreed.
"And you sir?", the waiter offered, "Some rump, hams, perhaps a flank steak?"
"I'll have rump please," Serge responded.
"Very good sir. Would you like to see number 34 be spitted before you are served?"
"I think we'd rather talk," Serge intercepted Kimberly's response as she glanced at him. "The menus are usually the last ones to get spitted," Serge explained to Kimberly before looking up at Dale.
"Very good. Your meal will be out shortly," the waiter nodded and lead the sow away.
"Soon that bit of entertainment will change," Kimberly smiled a secret smile at Serge.
"Yes, I sure hope so!" Serge smiled back, his eyes narrowing.
"As soon as the machine is ready!" she began before lowering her voice to a giggling whisper.
"Yes, I think it will be a great improvement for a place like this," he acknowledged.
"Definitely!" she gushed, her green eyes flashing with enthusiasm. "It will be great!"
"And the world will have you to thank as well as me;" Serge nodded and smiled at her.
"Well maybe just a little bit,"she giggled softly, the history they were going to make finally striking her.
"Are the spits as big as the ones we saw on the way in?" she shuttered, thinking of the spit being inside her. She fidgeting under the table, uncrossing and recrossing her legs.
"Yes, the standard size, about 8 feet long and about 2 inches thick," he noted her sudden shifting in her seat.
"You use some kind of grease or oil or something right?"
"Yes, as the spit is pushed forward the front guide ring also dispenses cooking oil onto the spit"
"Oh I see," she murmured, nodding and nibbling her lower lip in thought. "There's oil on it already."
"Yes, but we can put some extra lubricant on you if you think you'll need it," he offered, wanting to keep his new assistant before he lost her.
"I wouldn't mind that thank you," she smiled and nervously swallowed some of her wine, before continuing her with her concerns about the machine. "I'm still a little freaked out about it," she flushed at the admission. "Jessica did it 6 times?"
"Yes, she did," Serge responded, keeping his face neutral and his tone matter of fact as his eyes brushed her face for signs of backing out.
"-And it didn't hurt or anything?" Kimberly persisted.
"Not that I know of; I always thought she found it very exciting," he nodded, smiling at her to reassure her.
"Well, it is exciting," Kimberly nodded, smiling.
"Yes, after the first time she didn't need any help with the lubrication," he smiled suggestively, his eyes twinkling, full of meaning.
"Oh my!" Kimberly blushed at the inference.
"Yes, my suspicion always was that she wasn't so much afraid that I'd do her but that she would volunteer to be converted and be spitted on the machine," he explained, building up the idea to her.
"Oh really? She liked it that much?" Kimberly asked, considering the thought.
"I don't know." he shrugged, "She always seems to be very conflicted about talking about it until she just took off one day without too much explanation," he said, his voice dropping as he remember the day his girl friend left him.
"It's just so weird," Kimberly mused puzzled, sympathetic to her friend.
"Think so?" he asked, looking up at her.
"Well, you guys were together for almost 2 years. I think she should have said something," the brunette declared in support.
"Well, I think people don't always tell everything to each other. And besides, some things we don't even admit to ourselves," he suggested to her, suspicious of Jessica's true motivations.
"That's true," she nodded agreeably before adding, "I do feel for you though Serge." She smiled at him with empathy.
"Thanks. I appreciate that," he said, accepting the support.
"How long did it take you to make this version of your invention anyways?" she asked, changing the subject to get his mind off his troubles and onto something he loved to talk about.
"Well, the 3000 took about four months to develop beyond the 2000 model. I think I've sunk every spare minute and dollar I have into the thing," he admitted.
"I'm impressed, it looks like it will be a great success," she smiled at him with enthusiasm.
"I'll drink to that." he declared, raising his glass to touch it against hers before taking a sip.
At that moment, their waiter returned with their food. . A browned fillet was spread out on Kimberly's plate for her, on his, a firm brown juicy rump. Garnished and with sides, the meals looked and smelled delicious.
"Wow! Kimberly smiled with delight and taking her napkin from the table to spread across her lap, "That looks great!"
"It sure does," Serge smiled.
The meaty brown mound, with it's inner and outer lips open beckoned to Kimberly's fork, knife and mouth.
The young woman retrieved her utensils to carefully cut away the button that was the sow's clitoris and pop it into her mouth, "Oh that's good!" she murmured savouring the morsel. She carefully cut down the centre of the fillet's crease, noting the swelled centre where the spit had passed through.
Serge smiled as he watched her carefully cut off a bite sized piece of the fillet, beginning to eat. Turning to his own plate, he cut a piece of the juicy brown rump meat and placed it on his tongue.
"This place is great Serge!" Kimberly gushed after dabbing her lips with her napkin. "This is sooo tender!" she picked up her fork to take another morsel.
"You look like you're enjoying that filet more than it's former owner ever did;" Serge teased, receiving giggles for his remark.
"I don't know about that!" she resisted, the aroma of her meal trying to convince her otherwise. Kimberly lowered her eyes, looking down at the piece of meat, contemplating her own version in a second of thought. "It's very good," she agreed, flustered.
"Yes." he smiled, watching her fork some meat and rice together, and raise it to her mouth to chew.
"What?" the brunette asked with a self-conscious giggle, catching him watching her,
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how I love eating good BBQ more than sex sometimes," he grinned suggestively.
"Really? You're in the right business then!" she giggled, rolling her eyes at him taking a sip of her wine. "It's going to be intense tomorrow," she stated, setting her glass down and continuing to eat.
"Well, one has to love one's work," he teased, "-But yes, but I'm sure you'll take it, err handle it well," he feigned a stammer with a glimmer in his eye.
"I hope so, I still can't believe you talked me into it!" she replied with some mischief in kind. "How many tests do you think it will take?"
"Well, I am desperate and I do appreciate it," he admitted more humbly."-And I hope it will not take more than four." he informed her.
"You're welcome," she smiled sweetly, "I hope it's as fun as Jessica found it to be."
"Well by tomorrow night you'll know," he said matter of factly.
"I will!" she laughed, rocking in her seat with some anxiety. Taking another sip of wine, she sought to extinguish her reticence, before going back to her meal, wondering if he was comparing her to the sow that was so recently at their table.
"Believe me, my investors are pushing me to get this thing out as fast as possible," he acknowledged. The inventor took a few bites of the rump as he watched her eat. The brunette felt his eyes upon her but did not fuss choosing instead to continue to eat. Serge finished off the last few pieces of rump and wiped his lips. "Ah, nothing like a nice helping of roast sow in one's stomach"
"Yes it was good," she agreed, not quite finished with her meal but feeling stuffed "Thank you for bringing me here, it's really quite something," she said, watching him motion to the waiter to take the plates and bring the check.
"You're quite welcome. I thought it would be an appropriate meal to kick off our collaboration," he chuckled, eliciting an exasperated smile and a rolling of the eyes from her. Picking up the cheque, he offered to return her to her car, before receiving her agreement.
Serge lead her out past the roasting pits. They recognised Number thirty-four, who only an hour ago was standing next them at their table. Her carcass was rotating over the hot coals, just another sow being made ready for dinner. Kimberly watched his impassive face as they walked past, the gorgeous creature would be spread out across several plates before the evening was complete. The return trip left Kimberly wondering about what the next day would bring.
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The Origins of Jessica
Chapter 2
by Greeneyes and BBQChef
Kimberly felt nervous the whole day, particularly on the drive over to Serge's house. Her mind darted about, wavering between fascination and wanting to help her friend, and fear that something might go wrong and things would go farther than she anticipated. The images of the previous night's restaurant trip were on her mind. Pulling up in front of his house, she took several deep breaths to calm herself. Approaching the front door she checked her watch twice out of nervousness before ringing the bell. She wondered how the spit would feel, if it would hurt, if she had made the right decision, but not wanting to let Serge down either. She waited a moment, rang again, before checking her watch again to ensure she had the right time. Wondering if he was out back, she stepped off the step and walked around the outside of the bungalow to the garage converted to a workshop at the back, her shoes clattering and scrapping on the pavement of the driveway.
Serge looked over his machine, peering into its gear box, making minor last minute tweaks, wanting to be sure that it was working perfectly. Like an aircraft mechanic, he had gone over the thing meticulously. Inserting some vegetable oil into the spit driver he made sure it was ready to dispense a thin layer over the spit to ease it forward more easily. He checked the clock before tweaking his machine a few more times before he heard a knock at the workshop door. Putting down his tool he went to answer it and found Kimberly waiting for him.
"Kim! Great; I'm just about ready for you," he smiled, holding the door open to allow her inside. "How are you feeling?"
"Hi, ok," she nodded, smiling nervously and fidgeting. She took a deep breath as she regarded the workshop she had toured the day before. Her eyes continually were drawn back to the machine and the rack of gleaming, polished spits.
"Great, when you're ready I'm going to need you to disrobe," he said, ready to get underway.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, a little "In the house? Or out here?" she looked at him wide-eyed with surprise at the suddenness of his request.
"Here would be best. If you want to do it in the house I can give you a bathrobe for the yard," he gestured for effect.
"Oh, that would be helpful," she smiled with relief.
"Do you think your neighbours would be upset?" she giggled at the thought as he lead her back into his home.
"No," they've seen Jessica and the sows out back, it's no big thing anymore really," he said over his shoulder going to his bedroom, emerging only a moment later.
"Here you go, everything off and then put this on and come on over when you are ready," he said handing her a thick, terry cloth robe. "Would you like a drink or anything?" he offered cordially.
"Water would be wonderful - you wouldn't believe how nervous I am!" she smiled, rolling her eyes for emphasis.
"I bet," he said as she unfurled the white robe to examine it. He disappeared for a minute and returned with a small, cool bottle of water. "Here you go."
"I'll just change in the washroom," she nodded, accepting the drink with a quick 'thanks.'
Serge excused himself, telling her to find him in his workshop after she was ready.
Kimberly carefully removed and folded her clothes, taking her time, nervously avoiding her gaze in the mirror as she took as much time as she could justify to steel herself to what she had agreed to. Taking a sip from the water she looked at herself in the mirror. She turned, examining her curves, hoping she was good enough for what he had planned, and hoping that all he had planned was a test and nothing more. Taking a sip of the water, she followed it with a deep sigh, before donning the robe to go to find Serge.
"Hey;" Kimberly smiled nervously, slipping inside the workshop and pulling the door shut behind her.
"Great;" Serge smiled with enthusiasm as he saw her coming towards him. "When you are ready take of the robe and I'll restrain your hands behind you," he said, a piece of thick white twine draped over his shoulder.
"Restrain my hands?" she questioned, as she began to tug at the belt of the robe.
"Yes. the machine is designed to accept sows with their hands behind their back. If I don't tie them off you might get hurt," he explained patiently.
"Oh, ok, - don't want that to happen!" she giggled nervously, tentatively opening the robe and sliding it off with a deep sigh, now exposed to his sight. Stepping toward him, she released some of her apprehensions, "Tie me up I guess!" she declared with giddy resignation. Kimberly's Venus was bare, she didn't bother to tell him she kept her sex waxed routinely, letting him think she did it just for this event.
As clinically as possible Serge pulled the short length of rope from his shoulder and stepped behind her to pull her arms together behind her. He could feel her tremble and the energy radiating from her nude form was unmistakeable. He carefully bound them, not too tight but not so loose that she could get out. "There," he declared, stepping away.
"Ok; that's not so bad," she admitted with some relief, wiggling my fingers. The brunette's breasts were pushed forward by the bonds looped around her wrists. She glanced at him over her shoulder.
"OK, take your position on the mark when you are ready," he said, turning away from her fair form to go to the spit ram and controller.
"Where I was standing yesterday?" she confirmed, glancing at the spots on the floor.
"Yes please," he said, not looking up at her as he regarded his controls.
"Ok," she nodded, walking across the cement floor, her bottom dimpling with each step. She placed her feet on the two spots, impressed with his professionalism, glad he wasn't taking advantage of her current state.
"OK, let's see here," he said, tapping some keys. The soft whir of a computer fan could be heard as a computer booted up. The motor came to life and then there was a whine of servos moving. "Are you ready?" he asked glancing up her, speaking to her back.
"I guess yes, " she nodded, hearing him working behind her. She glanced at one of the cameras, realizing it was recording.
"OK;" he acknowledge, depressing a the start button. He watched as a padded bar swung into the back of Kimberly's knees forcing her forward and onto them on the plinth. The brunette's knees landed perfectly on padded leather knee pads. A leather bands slid over the backs of her legs behind her knees, then the machine paused.
"How are you doing?" he asked, looking up to check the equipment's fit.
"Fine so far," she nodded, feeling the straps press into the soft skin behind her knees. She glanced over her shoulder, catching him out of the corner of her eye. Taking a deep breath, she licked her lips in nervous anticipation.
She heard the click of another button and another bar pushed her from behind forcing her forward. Her chest hit the narrow padded chest rest that covered the top of the blade housing, eliciting a grunt from her. The brunette's breasts splayed to either side of it. She struggled to catch her breath as things happened so quickly. Her neck and chin found padded rests of their own. The machine never stopped working, as Serge pulled a leather band across her back and another across the back of her neck. The machine pauses, softly humming.
"Still with me?" he asked, checking in with her before returning to his controls.
"Yes," Kimberly groaned, feeling terribly vulnerable in her immobilized position.
"Okay, good," he responded, the 'clack' of a switch being thrown following his response. He watched as the knee pads moved apart and forward. The effect was the parting of her bottom and the exposing her sex and netherhole. "There, you are now in the spitting position."
"Oh-ok-not too far in right?" she questioned, desperately. Kimberly felt her heart pounding even harder as she felt herself opened. Her inability to turn her face, with the leather straps holding her snug only added to her apprehension.
"We'll, take it slowly," he soothed, "First though, is that extra lubrication you wanted," he said, pulling on a latex glove and take a dab of shortening on it. His greased fingers entered what was now her spit hole, probing around in it to increase its lubrication.
"Oh!" Kimberly exclaimed with surprise feeling the sudden intrusion. Her eyes went wide, feeling the extra grease being applied. She was sure if she should thank him or not.
Serge slid a couple of fingers into her trying to open her are much as he could for the spit that will soon be pushing inside her. Resting his other hand on the small of Kimberly's back, his fingers ran the circumference of her tender lips, testing them, eliciting trembles from his assistant.
"What; are you doing?" she croaked out a sigh, blinking rapidly in concentration.
"Making sure you are good and ready to take the spit," he supplied matter of factly, nearly finishing his task.
"Oh ok," she swallowed, letting out a held breath, feeling the grease on her sex lips.
"Okay, there," he declared, withdrawing his fingers leaving her slippery and prepared for the next stage. Serge pulled of his gloves and tossed them in the trash. "Ready for the spit?" he asked, seizing the control grip on a cord to the main panel.
"I g-guess," Kimberly stuttered, wriggling slightly against her bonds, testing them, finding them impossible to escape.
The machine held her in it's grip. She was totally helpless. Her sex was open and vulnerable to the waiting rod. He pushed the button and the sound of a spit clanging into the driver could be heard followed immediately by the hum and click of the motor engaging.
Kimberly took several deep breaths, trembling and blinking rapidly in concentration. She listened all intensity, unable to see the spit or Serge as the evenly interspersed 'clicks' signalled the spits journey towards her.
The wait was not long. She began to feel the conical tip of the long cold rod nuzzling the warm full lips of her vagina.
"Oh! I feel it!" she exclaimed, hearing the machine slowly click as the spit spun, auguring inside. She hissed through her teeth, clenching her eyes for a long second.
The spit moved relentlessly forward into her. Her sex lips parted, embracing it whether they wanted to or not. Her little open hole now becoming stuffed, and following the round shape of the thick rod
"Oh it's so big," she groaned, feeling her muscles stretch to take the spit. "My poor pussy is going to split!" she protested, biting her lower lip.
"That's fine, you're doing well," he reassured her, seeing the conical tip disappear inside her flushed body, a sheen of perspiration now covering her.
Kimberly felt the cool metal pushing inside, filling her, dominating her. "Oooo," she mewed, "How far is it?" she asked desperately, feeling her sex lips seal around it, almost welcoming the intrusion. Her heart raced, she knew that, for the moment, she was it's sow. It had the power to make her into meat if he allowed it.
"Should be all the way in, in a moment," Serge supplied her matter of factly, watching the machine for signs of malfunction or difficulty.
"All the way?!" she cried, almost squealing with fear.
Serge ignored her protests, as he heard the motor strain for a second. The tip impacted on the wall of her womb and then shut down.
"There," he nodded, hearing her sigh with relief. Ready to begin making his checks, he set the controller down.
"Oh," she moaned mournfully, "How deep is it?"
"Looks like 12," he said, running his hand along the shaft of metal to where it met her body.
"Twelve inches?!" she nearly shrieked, stunned by the thought. She could feel his eyes upon her, studying the effects.
"Yes, looks good. Let me turn on the laser to see how the alignment is working," he said, stepping back to the spit driver.
"'K," she responded submissively, swallowing nervously. The brunette's sex was on fire despite the cold metal. It strained to accept the thickness of the thing.
"OK, right, yes," Serge said to himself, watching his machine respond as he worked on adjustments and witnessed their effects. The sounds of switches clicking on and off for a moment at a time could be heard through the otherwise quiet workshop. With each 'click', the chest, neck or knee pads adjust slightly changing the orientation of his assistant's bound body
Kimberly felt the slight changes as she panted softly. Her clitoris was buzzing from the friction passing over it from the continuous spinning in place of the spit.
"Oh my gosh it's so big Serge," she gushed, her toes pointing, her fingers flexing and unflexing, the only real moment the machine allowed her.
"Yes, it is," he supplied matter of factly, "It has to be to support the weight of a sow. Now I need to do an alignment test on the head," he said, picking something up from the rack as he strode around to face her.
"'K," she said softly, patiently, feeling the metal inside her, wondering how it looked.
Serge took a short length of spit with a rounded end and put it in front of her on a track that would normally accept the spit coming out of the sow's mouth. "Open your mouth please," he directed, holding the gleaming length before her.
Kimberly licked her lips then opened them.
Serge slid the thick section of spit toward her face. The blunt end entered Kimberly's mouth, her lips wrapping around it like a big phallus. He pushed it in far enough to seat it but not to cut off her air.
Kimberly felt her lips strain to take it. She tasted the metal on her tongue. She eyes crossed on its length before she stared straight ahead, blinking in disbelief.
Serge stepped back. "There; that looks good. Let me show you," he offered, bringing a monitor over on a cart to allow her to see her image - the image of a spitted sow on the monitor. The two ends of the spit were perfectly aligned with the red line of the laser tracing a straight path from her impaled pussy to her filled mouth.
Kimberly's eyes went wide at the sight of herself. She saw her precious flesh trapped by the machine, a long metal pole sticking into her distorted sex and another pole sticking out of her mouth. Had she really been spitted the image would be identical. She was shocked, wondering if this is how he saw her. Kimberly breathed heavily through her nose, trying to catch his expression.
Serge regarded her coldly, clinically, like a subject, a guinea pig, or perhaps a sow. He held the controller again and pushed another button. Kimberly felt the miniature cups under her breasts pop up and suck them in by the nipples but she didn't feel the needles. "Filling system alignment good." he murmured to himself with a nod.
Kimberly felt a tremble ripple through her, seeing him move with the remote, feeling her nipples tugged and pulled. She continued to blink in concentration, gripping the spit section in her mouth carefully so it didn't slip free and fall.
Serge donned another pair of gloves and took another dollop of shortening. With one hand he grab one of her bottom's cheeks right above her impaled sex and pulled it aside to get better access to the rosette of her anus. He slipped a greased finger inside.
Kimberly grunted, seeing him on the monitor moaning at the tugging and stretching of her sex, she realized what he was doing. She mewed softly as the finger entered and ran inside her in a circular motion.
Serge slid his digit deep inside and then withdrew it. Her anus gaped a bit and glistening with the grease under the harsh lighting. He pressed another button on the controller and the anal flusher/filler jammed itself into her helpless rear. "Anal alignment good," he nodded with satisfaction as the object resembling a short bayonet sank between her upturned bottom.
Kimberly grunted, feeling a slight burning, as it pressed inside skewering her.
"OK one more test," he said, depressing a last button with Kimberly feeling something against her belly right above her pubic mound. The pressure travelled from her mound to the bottom of her chest.
Kimberly took several sobbing breaths of fear. She remembered the gutting knife but could see no blood on the monitor.
"Oh, sorry," Serge apologized, noting her reaction. "I forgot to mention. The blade is not there. Just a felt marker. You now have a perfect line the length of your tummy." He patted her back reassuringly.
Kimberly was unable to nod, only blinking an acknowledgement as he left her in that state to seize a digital camera. Moving around her, he kept her in the position of a spitted sow to start taking detailed photos of her. She heard the camera click repeatedly, feeling very vulnerable, watching him in the monitor, wondering who would see this pictures.
Done with his photographing, Serge put the camera away and knelt down next to her face. He grasped the spit rod in her mouth and drew it away it was free. "How do you feel?" he smiled.
"I'm okay I guess," she paused to swallow, "The spit is really stretching me."
"Yes, it is. Are you ready for me to release you?" he offered.
"Yes please," she replied eagerly, smiling with relief and gratitude.
Picking up his controller again, he pressed a button and the anal plug pulled itself out. Her anus slowly closed itself as he shut of the breast suction and the cups retract, revealing her nipples now with a red ring around them.
"Oh," she breathed with relief, feeling the suction release and her bottom allowed to close.
Serge reversed the spit, knowing that as it slowly backed up, the long rod rubbed against her clitoris.
Kimberly murmured and moaned, stunned that she was getting enjoyment from the spit. She flushed with embarrassment, realizing that she expressing sexual gratification in front of Serge and the cameras.
Serge guided the spit out slowly, taking his time pulling out of her. It glistened with oil, grease and her juices. Finally, it was out, leaving her sex gaping and only half-closed. He pretended not to notice the rapture of her sighs, taking notes as the spit backed up. With a final button push the spit was free and it halted in place. Serge unbuckled the straps holding her down, the buckles smacking the metal shell with a clatter.
Kimberly knelt up with a sigh, a little tired from the exercise. She accepted the robe Serge offered. Sliding it over her shoulders she glanced down at her sex, not sure if this is normal or not, seeing how it hadn't closed completely.
"Well I think I have enough here for the investors to give me another sow to process," the inventor said, popping tapes out of the cameras positioned about the room.
"Hope so," she nodded, knowing it was too late to protest being video-taped after knowing what she was getting into. She was just happy to be off the machine intact. "It almost felt like I was one," she said in reference to his hope.
"Yes; well, that's not surprising," he said, regarding her as she marvelled at the glistening spit that had been inside her moments before.
"Had I pushed this button here," he said showing her a large orange button under a plastic shield on his controller, "You would have been a real sow."
"Ummm," Kimberly's mind raced, trying to change the subject, "Did Jessica always go 12 inches?"
"It actually went a little deeper every time. She got to thirteen,"
"-I mean, would you say I was typical?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest.
"Yes, that part of the anatomy can stretch quite a bit," he nodded knowingly.
"How far in was that anal thingee?" she asked, pointing to the plunger that filled her bottom.
"That was only 6 inches, there is a 10 inch anal stabilizer that goes in later," he said, stepping over to hold up a larger version.
"Oh!" she nodded, "That's a lot!"
"It is," he placed it on a nearby worktable for her to examine more closely. of the table to show you
Kimberly blinked with amazement, picking it up, she studied it before regarding him. "You want to put this inside me?"
"Well, not unless I was going to roast you," he chuckled, "-Remember a sow gets gutted, so getting this thing inside isn't so hard after that is done.
"Oh, I -Guess not!" she with exclaimed with astonishment. She felt her sex tingle, strained by the spit. "Do you have any Motrin or Tylenol or anything? I'm a little sore."
"Yes, it's in the master bathroom," he offered.
"Thanks," she smiled, glancing at the door readying herself to make good at his offer. "I didn't realize it would stretch me this much!"
"Yes, but don't worry, things will be back to normal soon," he soothed.
"I feel like a hooker!" she persisted.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be fine," he said continuing to calmly responded to her outbursts.
"I hope so," she said, reaching for the door to go into the house, before exiting the workshop.
Serge began to gather his results after Kimberly departed. Rewinding the video tapes he slid them into cases for editing to eventually be sent to investors. He had notes to compile but they would have to wait. Making sure that everything was turned off, he picked up his digital camera and locked the workshop to return to the house to make a call and find his new assistant.
Kimberly gazed at herself in the mirror of Serge's master bathroom. Her face was still flushed from the moments before penetration by the spit. Opening the robe, she looked at herself. The suction cups of the breast filler has left her areole with pink rings. Some part of her wished that he had turned on the filler, her breasts had never been big enough for her. Running a hand down the flat of her toned stomach, she pushed back the folds of the robe to examine her sex. Puffy, pink and stretched, she hesitated to even touch. Her mind went back to the meal she had shared with Serge and she gasped and closed the robe. Finding the aspirin, she heard Serge in the house, he sounded like he was talking to one. She couldn't make the words out over running faucet as she filled a cup with water to take the aspirin and wash the taste of steel from her mouth.
"Thanks Serge," Kimberly said, softly padding out of his bedroom to find him turning away from his telephone.
"No thank you," he disagreed cordially, gesturing to a kitchen chair for her to seat herself. "So now that you've experienced it, what do you think of my invention?" he smiled, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back against a counter.
"It's really revolutionary," she began diplomatically, nodding and catching her breath as she thought of it. "I think it will be great once its perfected, you're going to make a million," she smiled to encourage him. "
"I think it's going to revolutionize the industry," Serge responded in agreement with her statement.
"It will!" Kimberly exclaimed, pulling the hem of the robe across her thighs.
"Still, at the rate I'm going," he frowned, "I'm afraid I'll never get there." he shook his head in thought.
"Why?" she asked, looking at him with concern.
"As I said," he sighed and grimaced, "I need some more live subjects and they cost money."
"Uh huh," Kimberly nodded, making a guess at what he was inferring, "Do you need a loan?"
"Well," he paused, "That would certainly help but I'm afraid I'm too much in debt already."
"Oh," she nibbled her lower lip in thought, "Is there anything else I can do?"
"I know one way you could help me but it's too much to ask," he replied, his expression resigned.
"What is it?" she asked, examining his face.
"Well, I was chatting with the owner of the Squeal of the Pig and he told me that he would trade me a grade B roaster for a grade A demo girl. If I could arrange it," he shrugged at her.
"Demo girl?" Kimberly asked quizzically.
"Yeah; generally they take a girl out of the pen and use her as a kind of living menu as you recall. Sometimes he doesn't get a very good crop and he likes to substitute Grade A material to move the Grade B stuff," he explained, gesturing with his hands for emphasis.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, bringing her hand to her mouth with astonishment, "And?" she asked expectantly, her voice trailing off.
"Well, the Grade A girl is shown to the guests so they can make their parts selection and then they are served from a Grade B roast. Since it's just parts it's considered legal," he continued to explain.
Kimberly fidgeted, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs before responding, "You want me to...?" she asked looking at him with question, her mind grasping what he was suggesting, remembering the striking sow that had served as their menu and imagining taking on the role.
"Like I said, I know it's a lot to ask," he held up his hands.
"Serge, I've never actually ever been graded, do you think I'm even suitable?" she asked, her pretty face filled with question.
"Oh, I worked part-time as a meat inspector in my younger days and I guarantee you are a grade A sow, person, er girl. well, you know," he stammered awkwardly over the perception.
Kimberly's eyes fluttered with surprise at the word 'sow' being injected into the conversation concerning her. "Well thank you-I guess," she began not sure how to take the assessment. "-And you would like me to work for how long for this guy?" she continued, not wanting to dwell on his previous comment.
"A Friday and Saturday shift should do it. It's the most busy night," he began, his tone growing in enthusiasm. "With you out there it will no only be good for business but it will free up an extra roaster in the pen," he continued more confidently, glad she hadn't rejected the idea outright.
Kimberly paused for a moment in thought, her large green eyes looking past him as she considered what he was asking, "I guess I could do it," she paused taking a deep breath, "If it will help you complete your invention."
"Great!" Serge smiled with relief and enthusiasm, "You'll basically be a sow for that time. But without papers you can't be harvested so you'll be safe. It's a quality establishment you know," he continued to explain, not wanting to lose her assent.
"Okay," she nodded, "That's a relief. Do I get to go home between shifts?" she asked, a thought occurring to her.
"No, I'm afraid you'll have to be kept in the holding pen," he replied apologetically.
"Should I go to the spa and get depilated or will they give me a touch up there?" she asked, accepting the premise of staying at the restaurant.
"Either way you want to do it," Serge replied agreeably.
"Oh; ok," she nodded, touching her finger tips to my lips in thought. "I guess I'll have to cancel my Saturday morning aerobics class, or find someone to do it for me," she said, making plans aloud.
"You'll need a grade tattoo as well, but I they'll only give you a temp one," he continued in his explanation. "They'll put it on there. The owner will want his own meat inspector to make sure you are grade A before we apply the stamp
"What's the owner's name anyway?" she asked, tossing her hair from her face, still adjusting to the idea.
"Vincent Fallone," he supplied simply.
"Ok," she nodded, "You'll introduce us?"
"I shall," he nodded in return.
"Good," she smiled, "Should I get dressed?" she asked, standing.
"Sure, if you're up for it," he joked.
"If I'm up to it?" she giggled rolling her eyes. "-I'm going to be doing kiegels for the next 3 days just to get myself back to something close to where I started after that spit!" She said, slowly going to find her clothes with him trailing behind, waiting for her to disappear before calling Vincent.
Kimberly found them and entered the his washroom to be redressing. She decided not to bother with her panties, stuffing them in my purse.
"Those exercises sound like a good idea;" he called to her through the door, "-You want your meat to be presentable at the restaurant!"
She laughed through the bathroom door before responding, "I guess! - I just hope they like my cuts!" she said, emerging through the door giggling.
"I have no doubt of it," he smiled, holding up his arm in an ushering gesture, "We can go see Vinnie now, shall we go to my car?"
"Sure," she shrugged and smiled, wanting to make sure she wanted to do this. The whole idea left her with butterflies in her stomach.
They took the drive into the main part of town and parked in the restaurant lot. The smell of roast meat wafted sweetly through the air as they made their way to the entrance. Kimberly's shoes clattering on the tiled floor of the restaurant's entrance, she turned to speak to Serge as he held the door for her, "He's expecting us?"
"Yes, I called while you were in the bathroom. He wants to check you out," Serge smiled at her.
"Okay," she nodded, giggling nervously.
Serge lead them down a side hallway, past a pen full of tagged naked sows to a doorway marked "office"
"This is where?" she began, looking at Serge and gesturing to the pen as they walked past.
"It is," he nodded with a smile, "The holding area."
She scanned the variety of sows, "They're wearing tags," she commented, looking at their ears, realizing that she would have to too likely.
Serge smiled at her comment, turning to knock on the door. A voice from the door, beckoned them in.
"Vinny" Serge nodded, entering the room with Kimberly behind him. The office was distinctly male in its design, heavy earth tones, leather, walnut panelling with a great desk, and the walls decorated with trophies, heads of particularly striking grade A sows.
"Serge" A big bear of a man responded as he got up from his desk, to greet them. "This must be the demo girl." he said, taking one look at Kimberly.
"Hi," Kimberly offered, smiling politely and stepping inside the office.
"Not bad, not bad," he nodded, stroking the black beard on his chin, "Looks pretty good in clothes," he commented with an appraising eye.
Kimberly blushed and smiled, "Thank you," she responded, not able to meet his eyes with hers as he continued to scan her form.
"I was hoping the tits were bigger," Vinnie said, looking at Serge.
Kimberly looked at Serge too. She shrugged a little embarrassed by Vinnie's comment. He had found her sore point.
Serge rubbed hi chin in thought for a moment before making his proposal, "Well, you know, there is something we can do about that. Assuming she consents." Serge said, addressing Vinnie as if Kimberly wasn't in the room.
"Yeah?" Vinnie responded, putting his hands on his hips.
"Yeah, my machine has a tit filler that works wonders," he looked at Kimberly's chest.
Kimberly glanced between the two men as they talked about her. "You want to test it?" she began, her eyes fluttering as she gazed at Serge.
"Yes, spit two sows with one rod if you excuse the metaphor," Serge said, half turning to look at her.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide as she brought her hand to her neck.
Vinnie looked her over, not waiting for a response, "In either case you'll have to agree to a temporary 48 hour conversion. You do realize that you'll be a sow for 48 hours. The only thing we can't do is terminate you."
Kimberly glanced at Serge and then looked back at Vinniw. She pressed my lips together in thought for a moment, her heart pounding, butterflies in her stomach. "Okay" she said softly, nodding.
"Of course, if you sign the registration and then don't show up or resist, it's an automatic meat conversion." Vinnie stated matter of factly, pushing the registration paper across the desk for her to examine.
Kimberly scanning the page carefully. She paused, holding the pen as she considered what she was about to do. The clauses were true to what had been verbally explained to her. She filled in her registration number, memorized since she was eighteen.
"By the way. Can you be a blonde? It's better for business." Vinnie interjected with a chuckle.
Kimberly glanced at Serge as she leaned, half-bent, over the desk, then looked up at Vinnie. "I guess I could, I would have to make an appointment to get high-lights done," she nodded agreeably.
"Good. And make sure you take care of your body hair yourself. If we do it it's not quite so gentle as you might prefer," Vinnie grinned, nodding at Serge.
"Ok," she agreed, "I'll get my hair done at the spa and everything," she said, licking her lips as I finished reading, before signing.
"Good. Be here at five o'clock Friday evening ready to go." Vinnie said, seizing the registration contract and reading her signature.
"Okay, am I being graded then?" she said, looking at the paper now in Vinnie's ham sized hand.
"Yes. A formality really, because I can see that you're grade A. But we have to have an inspector with a current certificate do it otherwise you can't have the grade A stamp," he explained, beginning to count his profits before she had even begun to work.
"Ok," she agreed with a sigh of acceptance.
"Great," Serge smiled, before the two men shook hands. Serge turned back to her "Shall I take you home now?"
"Yes, please," Kimberly responded with a meek smile. "See you Friday Vincent," she said, looking at the owner.
Vinnie, the man who would soon be her owner for two days, nodded politely in return. They exited the office, walking past the pen holding a group of naked sows. It was not dinner time so they were sitting or standing in the cage in relative calm as they passed
"Wow Serge;" she remarked looking at pen as they passed.
"Yes. That will be you in a couple of days," he nodded.
"I hope that this helps with your machine," she offered.
It certainly will and I do appreciate it. I'll get a grade B sow to spit on my machine as a demo for the investors and then the use of the restaurant to entertain them."
"I hope it works out," she said, nodding. "-When are you going to?" her voice trailed off, glancing down at her chest. "You know."
"I figure if you can get to my place between 3 and 4 on Friday we can do it then. It'll only last for about 3 days or so. Your body will ultimately absorb the cooking fluid."
"I'll come by after work I guess," she began to answer before stopping in mid-sentence, "Cooking fluid?" she asked, as they walked towards the exit.
"Yes, a special cooking oil. Quite harmless and quite delicious, um, if your tits were to be on the menu," he teased.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, biting her lower lip with surprise.
"Yes, its my own recipe. I think it will help increase sales, and you're doing your part." I smile at you
"Hah!" she scoffed, letting out a chuckle, running her fingers through her hair.
They arrived at his car and he opened the door for her.
"Thank you," she said, sitting down, swinging her legs in, smoothing her skirt. "Such a gentlemen."
"Always," he declared with a smile, "I know how to treat a lady like a lady."
Serge moved around to start up the car and drive out of the restaurant lot through town toward her house.
Reaching over, Kimberly smoothed his arm affectionately. "I really am excited for you Serge! When you're done, you're going to be as big as Henry Ford!" she declared with excitement.
"Now there's a pleasant thought. And I'll have you to thank in no small measure," he looked over at her.
Kimberly smiled in response. "I'm glad I can help it's actually kind of exciting to be part of it," she rubbed her thighs together for emphasis.
"I'm glad you feel that way," he looked over at her. "The restaurant shouldn't be too bad an ordeal. Just remember, you're safe, even if you're being handled like meat."
"I know, I'm going to count it as an experience," she said, feeling her heart flutter.
"Great. Well, here's your place" he smiled, pulling up to the curb.
"Thanks," she responded, "See you Friday around 3 then?"
"Yes, I'll be ready." he said as she reached for the door handle.
"Ok," she said, getting out, "See you then," she smiled, getting out.
He smiled and waved, waiting to make sure she got safely inside her house.
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| Not normally one for the cann stuff, but something about machine stories sticks with me. This is fantastic work, I can't wait to read the next part. Thank you.
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I'm loving this so far.
I really like the way you've made Kimberly a believable character with understandable motivations. I like how she seems fascinated with the idea of women as livestock, but clearly doesn't want to die and end up as meat on someone's plate. It's pretty clear to the reader that she's making a big mistake trusting Serge and Vinny with her life, but because it's so well written I can get inside the character's head and see why she'd risk it.
It's much more erotic and interesting to me when I can understand and empathise with the characters. A happy and intelligent person (as opposed to someone who's suicidal or brainwashed) who actually wants to be killed and eaten is a bit too alien for me to relate to. Kimberly's very different, and much more interesting, than the one dimensional spit-muffins who show up happy to be eaten in so much Dolcett inspired art/fiction.
Like a lot of other people here I'm primarily a vore fan, but this is definitely shaping up to be one of my all time favourite stories. I'm really looking forward to the next part.
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I've just finished Chapter One and it's too late to start Chapter Two; besides, I want to save some fun for tomorrow.  As you well know, I love your stories, greeneyes, and this is no exception. Your collaborations with BBQ Chef have always left me wanting more.
The conversations in this chapter are so natural I felt I was eavesdropping rather than reading a story. Your reactions to Serge's request evolved slowly and you allowed us to see both your reservations and your temptations. Of course, characterization has always been one of your strong points. The sheer sexiness of what the prototype Jessica 3000 would do in test mode and your tentative flirtations with what it would be like to be a sow were presented gradually enough that I completely believed your responses. Although I can imagine some of the twists and turns this story will take, I know the journey you two take me on will be a true pleasure. I look forward to reading every word.
Your intimate knowledge of Dolcett's source material really shows through in your writing of this chapter. I know how much of a purist you are and I really appreciate all the little extra touches you put into your stories. This is a wonderful work in process.
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Now I've finished Chapter Two and I'm forced to wait anxiously for Chapter Three.
This chapter picks up the action, the sexiness, the intrigue, and the uncertainty from the first chapter. In its own way, this story is almost as sexy as The Grotto because of how the thick spit made Kimberly feel.
When Serge suggested that Kimberly could become a Grade A demo girl for a couple of days in exchange for his getting a Grade B roaster, the story took a twist I didn't expect at all. You're continuing to move the plot into territory I haven't anticipated. I feel like I'm on a roller-coaster ride and loving every minute of it.
I am already eagerly anticipating Kimberly becoming a blonde and testing the infamous "tit filler" in the next chapter. Will she discover that blondes really do have more fun? What will the filling process be like? Most importantly, what further twists await her as she becomes a Grade A demo girl? I can't wait to find out.
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Chapter 3
Kimberly rang Serge's doorbell enthusiastically. She felt excited by the prospect of being a blonde bombshell. Already her hair was highlighted a sunshine blonde and curled in soft, bouncy curls that framed her face. Dressed in denim shorts that resembled hot pants, tan tights that left her fair legs with a perfect tan, stiletto plastic mules that raised her up another four inches and braless beneath her fitted white T-shirt, she was playing the role to the extreme.
Serge opened the door and smiled with obvious with pleasure,. "Hey there. You look great!"
"Thanks!" she smiled stepping inside, liking the look she saw in his eyes. "I'm pretty excited actually," she admitted, beaming.
"Vinny was right about the blond hair. And once we fill your tits you'll be stunning," he smiled knowingly, ushering her inside.
"Wasn't I already?" she giggled, giving him a playful swat.
"Always grade A." he laughed, he said, leading her through the house to the workshop in the backyard.
"OK, the machine is ready for you. I've got it set on the fill only cycle. I think we don't want to have you ride the spit this evening," he said, opening the door for her to step inside.
"Oh that's a relief!" she smiled, "I've been doing kiegels almost since I got home, yesterday at the spa the cosmetician was giving me some looks when she was doing my waxing."
"You'll be getting a lot more looks tonight," he joked, following her inside the workshop where the prototype waited for her.
"OK, if you want to take your t shirt off we can get started," he said, moving past her to stand by the spit ram and pick up the control handle.
"Sure," she nodded, not hesitating in pulling her top off, excited about her planned transformation. "I thought that I wouldn't fit in my bra after we got done so I left it off," she explained. She slipped off her shoes, and moved to the end of the machine, "Do I have to stand on the two spots?" She looked at the markings on the floor.
"Yes, but I can strap you in manually this time. Just start with your feet there and then kneel down and mount the machine," he directed as she took her place.
"Ok," she nodded obediently, kneeling forward. She let out a sigh, carefully holding one of her breasts to settle on the neck and chest pad of the machine.
Serge pulled her hands behind her back and double looped a length of twine on her wrists. Reaching over he pulled the leather back strap across her bared shoulder blades and tightened it snugly so that she was held in place for the machine.
"Did Jessica ever get used to this?" she grunted with a nervous, breathless smile. The newly created blonde wiggled her toes in her tights and took deep breaths to calm herself.
"I imagine she didn't," he responded simply, not wanting to discuss his former girlfriend and assistant. "Okay, now I'm going to start the filling cycle," he informed her, stepping back to retake the control, stretching its coiled cord out to stand beside her.
"Okay," she grunted, nibbling her lower lip in anticipation of the suction of the cups. "Will it hurt?"
"A pin prick, nothing more," he replied, before pushing the activation button and a loud clack could be heard as the machinery engaged then there was a steady whine. The sound of rushing air was heard as Kimberly nipples were suddenly sucked into small cups that have positioned themselves just below her hanging breasts.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening with surprise, feeling the tugging. "Just like last time," she giggled nervously. "How much will you put in?" she asked with a sudden realization what was about to happen. "-I mean, I'm a b right now-" she began before her question began to be answered.
Without warning Kimberly felt two slender needles stick her directly through the nipples, eliciting a surprised gasp from her accompanied by a wincing expression of momentary discomfort.
"The machine has an automatic mechanism for dispensing the right amount," Serge informed her, remaining out of sight.
"Ugh, ok," she acknowledged, feeling the slivers of steel press inside her. She took deep breaths, her eyes fluttering. Her eyes strained sideways, trying to get a glimpse of him. A warm rush then came over her breasts.
"OK, the fluid is being injected. It's heated to body temp so it should not be too uncomfortable," Serge informed her, monitoring her and his machine's workings.
"Oh I can feel it," she gasped breathily. She felt the constant suction on her nipples, holding them in place for the injections.
Serge watched as the machine did it's work. Kimberly's t-cup sized b-cups swelled to a c cup, then a d cup.
"Oh Serge! They feel like they're stretching - do they look okay?" she exclaimed desperately.
"They look good enough to eat if you pardon the expression," he murmured, continuing to watch for any signs of trouble, but encouraged by the results.
"Oh, I guess you're pardoned," she responded breathily. She trembled, feeling the new weight pulling on her chest.
Suddenly there was another loud 'clack'and Kimberly felt the machine withdraw the needles. The suction stopped and the cups withdrew. Her breasts swayed beneath her, seeping cooking fluid for a fraction of a second, now somewhere between D and DD cup size.
"Oh," Kimberly groaned softly, licking her lips. She stared straight ahead, reaching out with her mind to feel her body's reaction to the injections. It felt strange, but there was an excitement welling up in her depths. "All done?" she asked, realizing she hadn't said anything in a few moments.
Serge turned off the main switch. "Yes." he said undoing the back strap and untying her wrists.. "You can get up now"
"Good," Kimberly sighed with relief, kneeling up on the machine. She looked down at her bust with delighted astonishment. "Wow!" she marvelled, lifting and cupping my breasts, "I'm huge!" she giggled, with delight.
"Yes, you are." he said, watching her enjoy her newly enlarged breasts
Kimberly carefully inched her way off the machine to find her shoes. "I'm not sure what to say!" she exclaimed in wonder. "They're so big!" she exclaimed, lifting them again, one in each palm.
"Well, we need to get going. You don't want to be late because late is meat. You'll have plenty of time to enjoy your new endowment this weekend, I assure you," Serge gently warned, stretching out his arm in a herding gesture to get her moving towards the door.
"Do you think Vinny will be happy?" she looked at him hopefully, pulling her T-shirt over her head. She straightened up, her breasts pressing at the white cotton material.
"Oh, he'll love it. You're going to help him move a lot of meat this weekend. Nothing gets the juices flowing like looking over a grade A sow while making a dinner order," he smiled, starting for the door.
"Thank you," she smiled in response to the compliment. "Shall we go then?" she asked, placing her hands on the backs of her hips, pushing her breasts out proudly.
"Absolutely," he responded, holding the door open for her. "After you"
"Thank you," she replied, strolling past him out the door, her hips rolling with each step, feeling very sexy.
Serge lead the way to his car and once again held the passenger door open for her. He was pleased by her enthusiasm. He smiled as she slid into the seat.
"Thank you again," she giggled and flushed pink, swinging her legs inside the car and rubbing her calves together, the nylon of her artificial tan growled seductively.
Serge took the driver's seat and started the car. She caught him staring at her bust for a moment, but she only giggled in response, the experience too novel to be upsetting. They drove for a few moments in silence before Kimberly broke the silence.
"Wow," she marvelled and blew out a breath. "If you had asked me if I was going to do this 2 weeks ago I would have laughed," her voice breathy, trying to compose herself with all the butterflies in her stomach.
"Well, pretty soon you'll be there and it'll all be out of your hands. So just relax and enjoy it," he smiled patting her thigh, before replacing his hand on the wheel. They drive through the town, the sun was low in the sky, the Friday evening dinner hour rapidly approaching
"You'll pick me up Saturday night or Sunday or when?" she asked as they drove.
"Sunday afternoon. Remember it's a two day commitment. Friday and Saturday nights are very busy.
Kimberly leaned back against the seat and ran a hand through her newly highlighted hair. "Okay," she nodded, taking a deep breath, trying to settle. "It's going to be different that's for sure," she mused.
The restaurant came into view. Columns of smoke from the pits already rising into the gathering dusk. Shafts of light played through the haze and the smell of roast pork was carried on the wind.
"Yes, it will be a unique experience," Serge smiled, looking over at her.
Kimberly's heart was in her throat. She swallowed in thought, before speaking, "I guess they've been cooking for a few hours now. She gazed at the smoke rising from the restaurants vents, her nostrils detecting the scent of cooking meat.
"Yes, they have to get some meat ready for the early crowd. People trying to get to the movies or theatre at seven or eight," he speculated. They pulled into the restaurant parking lot and he stopped the engine. "Ready?" he asked, beginning to open his door.
"I guess," she smiled nervously, tensing as she released her seat-belt. Kimberly waited for him to walk around to let her open her door. He was but a moment before opening the passenger door for her and taking hold of her arm to hold her steady.
"Thanks-wow, I feel so nervous," she declared standing up beside him. "- I guess that's natural."
"It is," Serge nodded, walking her to the side entrance of the restaurant marked, "Deliveries". He pulled open the door to allow her to step through.
"Thank you," she acknowledged, her heart racing, realizing the portal she stepped through had different results for so many others before her.
They entered a hallway with Serge leading her down to the preparation room with the sow cage now full with sows nervously milling about in it. The entire herd sported red numbered tags and tattoo stamps on their rumps.
Vinny was there with a man in a long white butchers smock. "Whoa, look at that. We are going to sell some meat tonight!" he exclaimed when he saw Kimberly.
"Hi, thanks," Kimberly smiled nervously as she stood next to Serge.
"Alright, you're a little early. We can start now and take the time off your end time or you can have a drink at the bar or something if you want to wait," the restaurant owner offered her
"What do you think?" Kimberly asked Serge, looking at him. She tucked her finger tips in her hip pockets, unable to keep from proudly showing off her new bustline.
"It's up to you but if it were me the sooner you start the sooner it's over," her friend shrugged in response, looking back at Vinnie and the inspector.
"I guess," she began with a nod, half taking a step forward. "So what do I have to do?" she asked with a glance around, carefully avoiding the gaze of Vinnie and his inspector.
Vinnie produced a box with a lid in response. "OK, all yer stuff goes in here. We're just interested in the meat around here," he chuckled, gazing at her nervous form.
"Oh!" Kimberly swallowed, "Okay, I guess you're right," she licked her painted lips nervously, "Change right here?" she gestured.
"Well, the clock has started ticking and you're just a sow now. No need to be modest," Serge smiled at her encouragingly.
"Oh!" she cried, catching her breath at her sudden conversion. She accepted the box and stepping out of her plastic mules. She began to pile of clothes in the box with them, followed by her top, shorts, tights, and finally, her panties.
Kimberly flushed pink but looking at all the other nude forms around her settled and quickly lidded the box to attempt to hand to Serge. "Will you bring these with you on Sunday?" She stood before him nude, quickly getting used to her situation.
The inspector stepped behind her and pulled her wrists together. She felt him double loop thick white twine around them.
"Sure. Actually Vinny's going to keep all this safe for you in the storage locker. You'll get them when you return to human status," Serge said accepting the box and setting it on the inspector's desk.
"Okay," she grunted, feeling her wrists snugged together, her shoulders pulled back, pushing her breasts out. "It's actually happening Serge;" she said, astonished, looking at him with an eager, nervous smile. She felt a thick leather collar being put around her slender neck and tightened. Vinny looped his finger through the "D" ring in the front of the collar and lead her across the room.
"Yes, Kim," Serge confirmed with a smile, watching the spectacle unfold, his arms folded across his chest. "You're a sow now."
Kimberly groaned softly, feeling the tug, following without a choice. Vinny's thick meaty arm pulled her forward, compelling hurried little steps to keep up. She became aware of how cool the tiled floor was.
He lead Kimberly over to what looked like a low hitching post. Vinnie took a leash from the wall and clicked it onto the "D" ring and then looped it around the horizontal bar and pulled her down forcing her to bend over. She heard a voice behind her "Legs apart sow" and a boot lightly kicked at her ankles.
"'K," she gasped, opening her legs, feeling the pouch of her sex peek from between her sleek thighs. Kimberly's new breasts hung heavy beneath her. She licked her lips nervously, still getting used to being called 'sow.' She felt the hands of the inspector, on her body, on her back, her rump, feeling, squeezing, judging her quality. She took deep, even breaths, noting how clinical his touch was, measured not hurtful at all. She felt his fingers glide along her spine to her bottom.
The inspector's hand broadly rubbed her sex feeling the whole of the mound at once. His fingers were on her outer lips before spreading her open to judge her fillet.
The sound of Kimberly sucking in a breath could be heard in the room. She blinked rapidly, feeling herself opened. Her clitoris buzzed uncontrollably in memory of the spit. She felt him hold her open with one hand as he probed her inner lips and hole with the fingers of his free hand.
The inspector noted her engorged clitoris and rubbed a finger against it.
"Oh!" Kimberly cried, feeling the pleasurable jolt. She squirming, feeling her heavy breasts sway in response.
"I think this one likes being a sow boss," the inspector smiled ruefully.
Vinnie grunted in the affirmative, watching alongside Serge with his arms folded across his chest.
Kimberly was struck by his assertion, but did not protest the idea, instead she remained quiet, accepting her role.
As quickly as he had spread her open the inspector let go of her sex. She felt his hand glide across her flat stomach. His hand reached her heavy breasts. She felt him cup one in his hand, weighing it.
Kimberly breathed softly, feeling his hand explore. Absent mindly she wondered how many girls he had converted already today.
He squeezed the full breast and pulled his hand away looking at drops of clear viscous liquid.
"Cooking oil," he Serge offered in explanation as he watched the inspection of his assistant.
"Yeah, right," the inspector acknowledged. "The udders looked pretty good at this size. I'm surprised they are filled. Well, it doesn't matter with the grading," he replied.
Kimberly flushed again, feeling her face heat up with embarrassment.
"OK, this one's grade A," the inspector declared, standing up straight. The inspector walked to his small desk and picked up a large stamp covered with blue ink on the business end. Kimberly saw him walk behind her and felt the stamp being pressed into her rump marking her as a grade A sow.
Kimberly breathing out softly, feeling the stamp pressed into her. She felt proud.
The inspector returned to his desk and retrieved a green tag marked "68". "OK, you are restaurant sow 68. This green tag marks you as temporary meat so you cannot be terminated. Other than that you are nothing more than a grade A sow." he informed her. The tag had a stud on it like an earring and the inspector put it on her left ear.
Kimberly felt the post of the tag pressed to the piercing of her ear and pressed through. A backing was fastening securely denoting her as a sow. Vinny passed the leash under the hitching bar and pulls up on it forcing her to stand up straight. "OK, sow 68, are we ready to sell some meat?"
Kimberly nodding in the affirmative, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt the leash most acutely.
Vinny lead her over to the desk and punched the intercom. "Ken, I've got the menu ready, you need her up there?"
"Yeah boss, we just seated a couple at table 3. I'll send Dale in to get it," a disembodied voice crackled back through the intercom in response to Vinny's question.
Kimberly noted the word 'it' being used in reference to herself and glanced about for Serge for reassurance.
Serge stood watching the proceedings. He nodded in the former brunette's direction and then to Vinnie. "I'm feeling a bit hungry looking at all this meat. I think I'll grab a bite while I'm here," he proclaimed.
"Sure, help yourself. Ken'll get you set up with a table," Vinnie responded, still holding the end of Kimberly's leash.
Kimberly hoping Serge was not talking about her as she waited to be presented. She tried to avoid fidgeting, feeling incredibly nervous.
Serge left them, passing Dale the waiter on his way. The waiter was dressed all in black as all waiters at "Squeal of the Pig" were. He walked up to Kimberly and took the leash from Vinny. With a tug at it, he uttered a single-word command, "come".
Kimberly nodded, wide eyed and blinking astonishment at how quickly she had been reclassified. She followed after him, feeling her breasts jostle with each step.
Dale lead her down a short hall, the buzz of the restaurant was easily heard. They passed several trophies mounted near the ceiling, all the heads of particularly attractive sows that had likely been past meals at the eatery. Kimberly entered the dining room naked like the sow she now was. Her meat on display, especially her newly minted DD breasts jiggling like the heavy meat that they were. With her golden hair she looked for all the world like a meat prostitute. She was lead by the leash like the animal she was, past happy human diners sitting at their tables.
Kimberly hoped the touch of dampness at her sex wasn't too noticeable after the inspection. She kept her eyes straight ahead, hearing bits of dinner conversation as they passed tables.
Dale stopped at a table with a young couple who looked up and smiled at the sight of the menu, a big busted sow on a leash.
"Good evening folks, I'm Dale and I'll be your waiter this evening."
The man nodded and says "Thanks" while his date giggled.
Kimberly turned to face them and stood quietly, her face as impassive as she could make it. She recalled dining with Serge and examining the menu little more than a week before.
"Have you dined with us before?" Dale asked politely.
"No," the male patron answered. "It's a special night out for us. We've been married for one year now."
"How lovely" Dale intoned with a cheerful, congratulatory smile.
Kimberly felt the woman looking her over. She continued to stand tall, her breasts pushed forward, feeling them appraise her.
"Well, permit me to explain how this works," Dale began. "This is a typical sow from our stock. You can use it to help you select the cut or cuts of meat you would like this evening. We'll then get the cut you select from one of the sows turning over the pit right now."
Kimberly heard Bob's words, and remembered the girls turned sows that she had seen when Serge had delivered her. She wondered which of them would be soon turning over the coals for some meal in the early evening.
"We don't get a piece of this one?" the woman asked, not seeing Kimberly's eyes go wide at the question.
"No, it takes a few hours to cook so we serve up a sow that is already done," Dale explained receiving a nod of understanding from the pair.
"Hmmm. Okay, Dale, so what do you recommend?" the man asked, shrewdly considering Kimberly's form.
"Well, for you folks I would recommend two cuts. For the main course I would suggest the ribs." Bob tugged at the collar forcing the new sow to bend over and present her chest to the couple.
The woman giggled. "I bet you'd rather have these honey" She grabbed one of Kimberly's nipples, tweaking and tugging at it.
Kimberly grunted softly feeling the tugging. She flushed, bending at her narrow waist.
The man flushed and gave his wife a bemused look. He poked and prodded Kimberly's sides, before making a decision. "Yes, a full rack of the baby backs to share between us.
"And the other cut?" Dale asked, scribbling the first order on his order pad.
Kimberly felt the hands glide and fingers press, beginning to get a feel for what life will be like for the next 2 days. She was amazed at their casualness, then she was struck by her own first time there.
Dale pulled up on Kimberly's collar forcing her to stand for a moment before turning her and pulling again to bend her over, presenting her hind quarters to the patrons. He did not see the sow's eyes bugging out at the pulling of the collar, or her legs straining as she balanced. Instead he seized a cheek her taunt rump and pulled it aside to expose her fillet to the guests. "Seeing as this is such a romantic evening for you, there is no greater aphrodisiac as a fine sow fillet." He pulled Kimberly open so that he could entice them to order the expensive cut. Kimberly's slit glistened as the couple looked at it intently.
Kimberly felt her wedge exposed to their eyes, remembering she had the same when she was last here.
"Yes, we'll have one to share, " the man nodded after examining the folds of Kimberly fillet.
Kimberly was yanked back up to face the guests whose eyes follow her every move. "Very good" Dale responded. "And for your sides?" he asked, poised to continue writing.
"We'll have steak fries, beans and Caesar salads."
"Very good" Bob nodded, gathering the menu's leash. He scanned the room for any more orders to be taken saw a customer at a table at the side of the room. Pulling on the leash he ordered Kimberly to follow and set off in the direction of the table.
Kimberly wordlessly following, carefully negotiating her way between the tables. As they approached, she recognized it was none other than Serge sitting there. Her eyes softened with relief at the familiar face.
"Serge, good evening." Dale smiled politely at the regular patron.
"Howdy Dale, How's life treating you?"
"Not bad not bad," the waiter responded in kind. "So what it'll be tonight?" he asked, letting the leash go slack
"Let's see," Serge responded, reaching up to lift and caress one of Kimberly's oversized udders. "You know, this sow is making me hungry for some breast meat." he said, looking Kimberly right in the eye.
Kimberly could see he was looking at her as if she was a sow. Which she was. She felt his caress and was shocked by his clinical observations.
"Turn it around for me," Serge directed.
"Sure thing" Dale responded obediently, taking the leash and manoeuvring her around so that her bottom was presented to him. He tugged her down, compelling Kimberly to bend at the waist and present her fillet for inspection.
She felt Serge's hand slide over her nude sex, damp with excitement. Kimberly pursed her lips at the touch, suppressing a squeak of surprise. His hand massage her fillet, his middle finger flicking her clitoris, sending a jolt through her, silent gasps escaped her mouth.
"Now Serge, are we buying or having fun?" Dale asked with a smile.
Serge withdrew his wet hand. "Sorry Dale, fillets always good but a bit rich for me tonight"
Serge's hand trailed downward, caressing the inside of her thigh. "Bob, I think I'll have some leg tonight and I hope it's half as good as this one."
"But of course," Dale intoned, writing it down.
"-And I'll have some mashed with that, broccoli and bring me another Bass Ale, " Serge ordered, done with the menu.
"Right away"
Kimberly briefly remembered his budget, it was a big part of the reason she was before him. There was a swelling of pride in her breast at his mention of her toned thigh. She had worked very hard for her form and figure and was glad to be recognized for it.
Dale scanned the room, seeing no more tables needing a menu, he pulled Kimberly out of the room and back down the hallway toward the holding cage. The brunette followed obediently, wordlessly as they re-entered the pen area. They reached the cage of red tagged sows. An Hispanic man was just pulling number 77 out of the cage.
"Hold the door, I need to put this one in there," Dale instructed, holding Kimberly's leash.
"Right boss," came the reply as Kimberly passed the doomed sow on her way in. The look in the sow's eyes was simultaneously one of terror and sexual arousal.
Kimberly gasped with realization, stepping into the cage as the fair red-head passed her, being lead out.
Dale unclipped her leash and she join the naked, tagged population of sows milling about the cage. Some were huddled in the corner, some masturbated openly, obviously excited.
Kimberly looked about the cage, getting her bearings. The minutes pass as she stood there among her naked sister sows. The smell of the excited ones mixed with the odour of the pits wafting through the ventilation system. She moved about the pen, trying to discover who was a grade A and who was a grade B. She could tell by the single stamp on one of each of their haunches. She wondered which one Serge would get in exchange for her time as the menu.
The Hispanic man returned without number 77. He took a look at the clipboard,"OK, who's the lucky sow?" He smiled and walked over to the bars of the cage. The mood inside the cage changed, becoming hushed as most of the sows watched the man. "Yes, that gets your attention bitches;" he laughed
Kimberly turned to regard the man as he looked through the bars. The sight of him sent shivers of fear through her. He was greasy in his demeanour and his look.
His name was Manuel, he was foul tempered and mean.
"-And the winner is," the man chuckled, interrupted her thoughts. He was clearly enjoying himself as he scanned the sows and his gaze stopped on Kimberly. "Number 89!"
Kimberly glanced behind her with surprise. She did not seeing the number on any of the sows. Glancing back she caught his gaze falling hard on her.
The man opened the cage and headed right for Kimberly. He grabbed her collar. "This little piggy went to the market. Oh, I'm soooo funny," he chuckled to himself. The man starts dragging her out.
"Hey! - What?!" Kimberly cried, stunned. She groaned, stumbling after him. "I'm not 89, I'm 68! I'm only here until Sunday," she protested her heart clutched with fear.
"Hey sow, shut the fuck up or I'll gag you. Fuckin' bitches all the same;" he grumbled, pulling her out of the cage and slammed the door shut. "Come 'on bitch!" he ordered.
"Ugh!" Kimberly groaned, stumbling after him. "But! No! Wait!" Kimberly sputtered, continuing to protest. "Where's Vinny? or Bob - I'm just the Demo girl!"
"OK bitch, I warned you." Manuel held her collar with one hand and pulled red poire out of his pocket, shoving it against her lips. "Come on sow, you want to talk huh? You want to?" The gag slipped into Kimberly's mouth and was pulled tight. "There you go little sow." He held her tightly by the collar and licked her face. "Hah. Time to get you on a stick. We've got hungry paying customers waiting."
Kimberly snuffled against the red ball of the gag, moaning with protest, trembling with fear. She shook her head 'no', terrified by the foul tempered man.
Manuel dragged her forcibly by the collar out of the room and down the hallway. They arrived at a white tiled room, in its centre was a low wood block with several leather straps. At that moment, two men carried number 77 out of the other door leading to the pits. Her naked impaled flesh jiggled helplessly as she was carried on the spit.
Kimberly saw number 77 blink and gasped through her nose with alarm.
Manuel pulled her stumbling form over to the wood block and forced her down in front of it. A big heavy man, she couldn't resist him. With her hands securely tied behind her back, he forced her down until her chest was against the wood block.
Kimberly grunted, feeling her breasts mash against the block, pillowing beneath her as she continue to protest shrilly.
"Quit squirming bitch!" Manuel growled. The swarthy man put a knee in her back and pulled a heavy leather strap across her. She felt him slip a leather strap behind her left knee, pulling it way forward, and then do the same with the right. The collar she wore was unbuckled and he reached out with his meaty hand, cupping her sex. "There now I can see your spit hole sow"
The brunette, turned blonde, turned her face with fear. She felt her sex lips opened, terrified that she about to be spitted.
Manuel dipped his hand into a large tin of lard and took a dollop of it on his fingers. "Time to get the spit hole ready sow, yes?" Manuel laughed at the terrified sow.
Kimberly felt several of his fingers enter her, coating her "spit hole" with the slippery lard. She groaned, shaking her head some more, trying to get him to see the green tag on her ear.
Manuel was oblivious to her efforts and protestations. Happily, he massaged her open sex, readying it for the spit. "Oh yeah little chiquita, you are going to roast up real good," he purred malevolently.
Kimberly shook her blonde locks, feeling his impersonal but enthusiastic touch.
A big powerful looking black man wearing a blood stained "Squeal of the Pig" T-shirt appeared in the doorway. He took one look at Kimberly and then looked at Manuel.
"Manuel, what the fuck are you doing?" he demanded with a snarl.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" the Hispanic man shot back.
"Manuel, what number sow is this suppose to be?" the black man asked, placing his massive hands on his hips.
"89" Manuel responded, some doubt creeping into his response.
"You fucking colour-blind bastard. This is sixty-eight," came the response.
Kimberly sighed with relief, lowering her face.
"Oh, yeah? What the fuck? They are all the same," Manuel replied with a sideways glance of embarrassment.
"No they're not Man,. This one is green, but then you can't see that can you?"
"No, Tyrone. Sorry man."
"Yeah well, your lucky I'm your workmate," Tyrone responded to the apology.
Kimberly wriggled against the straps, wanting to be set free.
"Fuck man," Manuel shrugged, "This is a pretty good one though, don't you think?" he asked, trying to get the focus off himself.
"Yeah, it's ok. Good tits," Tyrone nodded, not wanting to argue further. " Hey there little Blondie, sorry about my stupid friend," Tyrone looked down at the blonde sow's face.
"Hey," he said, hitting on an idea, looking at Kimberly. "I'll do you the favour of saving your little ass and my boss the fine for the mistake but you've got to do something for me"
Kimberly looked up with question. The man before her was imposing and intimidating.
Tyrone pulls down his zipper and drew himself out. "-A guy gets all worked up putting sows in the pits all night if you know what I mean?" he chuckled at her unrolling the foreskin on his veiny member, kneeling to rub the big head of it against her gagged lips.
Kimberly realized what he wanted but was too grateful to protest. She breathed evenly, tasting the rubber of the gag as her lips bulged around it.
"Take it off Man," Tyrone gestured to his workmate.
Manuel released the gag and before Kimberly could move her mouth Tyrone sank half his steel hard prick into her helpless mouth.
Kimberly felt the cock push over her tongue, probing the back of her throat. She sealed her lips around it. She moaned softly, suckling the cock. Her tongue explored it as her lips smacked.
Not to miss on opportunity, Manuel pulled down his own zipper and slid easily into Kimberly from behind. He grunted as he sank himself in to the hilt.
"Hey look Tyrone, a spit roast," Manuel gestured, taking a hand from Kimberly's slender waist before replacing it.
"Yeah," Tyrone agreed with a grin, "You sure are a funny little bastard."
The men took their captive sow, because that is what Kimberly was to them. Even though they could not spit her, they could do this with impunity.
Kimberly grunted against the cock in her mouth, feeling the cruel man sink inside her from behind.
Tyrone's cock oozed with precum into Kimberly's mouth as he grabbed her golden locks and worked her head over his burning meat.
Kimberly continuing to suckle and groan, her sex wet and slick from the lard and her natural lubrication. She felt her hips press into the hard corner of the wooden block, the cock gliding back and forth in her mouth.
The men took her without mercy. She was just meat to them. They began to breathe harder and harder, moments away from spraying their sow full.
The first one was Manuel. His come started like little whimpers. He pounded Kimberly from behind with a frenzied urgency, his juices welling up inside his invading prick. He groaned something in Spanish before injecting a warm flood inside her sex, his jism jetting out of his stinking cock and into Kimberly.
Kimberly panted through her nose, flushed pink, glowing with the perspiration that covered her. She realized what was happening, unable to stop it, her body betrayed her.
Tyrone, with his dark hands gripping a handful of Kimberly's blonde tresses, worked her mouth, pulling her head all the way down on his throbbing shaft. He enjoyed how she gagged taking its length all the way into her throat before his cock started to leap emptying itself in long powerful jolts.
Kimberly felt the cock shoot, his grunts in her ears. She realized she was swallowing unconsciously, shocking herself at her acceptance.
"There you go Blondie, a favour for a favour," Tyrone smiled, withdrawing his cock, a streamer of cum and saliva sticking her lip. Tyrone took a stinking rag and wiped the drool and cum from her mouth.
Manuel did the same for her legs and puffy sex. The pair were doing their best to cover up their impromptu break.
"OK, let's get this one back into the cage before they miss it," Tyrone directed as they began to unstrap the sow and pull her to her feet. She was quickly recollared and walked back to the cage. The sows inside seemed genuinely surprised to Kimberly again and regarded the men quizzically.
Kimberly shuddered as she leaned against the bars outside the cage, trying to regain her composure. He body was on fire from the sex, the scents of the two men were on her, she could taste Tyrone on her tongue. A key was turned and the men opened the door, pushing Kimberly back inside.
"Here you go Manuel. 89" Tyrone grabs a full bodied sow that was sitting on one of the benches playing with her self. "Come on honey. We'll take care of that itch for you." The two men disappeared through the door with sow "89"
Kimberly gasped as she realizing most acutely what was about to happen to the freshly taken sow. Kneeling on the floor, she drank from the water trough before rising to take a seat on one of the benches. She panted softly, her heavy breasts rising and falling as she tried to digest how closely she came to being spitted and not in some practice run on her friend's machine.
Moments passed and Dale returned He took a leash off the wall and lets himself into the cage. He saw the menu sow move towards him obediently and grabbed her collar, clipping the leash to it. With Kimberly in tow, he headed back towards the restaurant's dining hall.
Kimberly sighed with relief, following him, glad for her escape from the back. Her sex still swollen and puffy from the sexing. The din of the dinning room quickly grew louder and soon she was walking amongst the tables. She observed a capacity crowd devouring pieces of what almost surely are the remains of her recent cell mates. Dale lead her out onto the outdoor patio toward a large group of tables of what appeared to be students jocks and a few older gentlemen.
Kimberly straightened up, feeling the cool autumn breeze caress her skin, taking some of the fever from it.
"Good evening gentlemen, and congratulations on winning on your win this evening," Dale smiled and nodded as he stood with the sow beside him. "I've brought by our menu sow so you can make your dinner selections."
The table erupted into hoots and hollers in response. "I want tits." One of the jocks yelled out and the table erupted with laughter.
Kimberly pressed her lips together, listening to the chuckling and laughter. She surprised herself by not blushing, she felt a sliver of pride that her newly enhanced bustline.
Dale leaned her forward to allow her full double-D- cup udders hang down for the boys. They grabbed at them like they were juicy ripe fruit meant to be harvested and devoured.
Kimberly emitted soft grunts, hoping they didn't bruise her. The blonde's breasts were creamy and taut after the filling. Taking deep, regular breaths, Kimberly listened to their comments and tried to put them in context.
One of the older men, a coach, took her by a nipple and tweaked it. "We'll take a dozen to share for starters," ordered, his hand sliding down the sow's flank. "-And a dozen full racks."
Dale dutifully made his notes as the coach sealed the fate of a six sows.
Kimberly felt the practiced hand of the older man, wondering if his team came to the restaurant after every game. She kept calm feeling the coach's hand slide down and moves over your thigh while one of the players felt her rump and the other leg. "And a dozen drumsticks," she heard said. Their ravenous appetites stunned her.
Kimberly felt the player behind her slide his finger into her still swollen sex and a big dollop of Manuel's leavings dripped down her leg.
"Aw shit, what's this?" the jock exclaimed with disgust.
Kimberly flushed in embarrassment, stricken with panic. She glanced at Dale with fear and apology.
Dale's visage filled with annoyance. "I'm so sorry Sir! The sows and the backroom help simply can't be trusted sometimes. I'll get you a round of beers on the house and your order in a hurry. Sorry;" he apologized profusely before roughly yanking on the leash and dragging Kimberly back toward the back room.
Kimberly groaned, stumbling after him. She was frightened about what would happen next.
Dale dragged her to an area behind the cage where a drain sat depressed in the tiled floor. He placed Kimberly over it, kicking her legs apart, commanding, "-Legs apart sow!"
Kimberly groaned and yelped at the kicks, though they were not particularly forceful. She felt his fingers find the slit of her sex, probing to clean her further.
"You're lucky I don't have you flogged for this. - I could you know - but I also know some of the guys are literally fucking off on their jobs," he said, his face a mask of anger.
"Th-they forced me," Kimberly stuttered, trembling at the mention of being flogged.
"Shut up sow," Dale responded, not wanting to hear the thoughts of an animal. He pulled a hose from a rack on the wall and began to flush her insides with chilly water.
Kimberly yelped at the stream of cold water. It shot up inside, going straight up her spine to the top of my head. She winced, clenching her eyes shut, moaning.
Dale pulled the hose out and began dousing the rest of her sweaty soiled body. "There, that's a bit better," she said, finishing, "Nothing will put a customer off his appetite more than a filthy sow."
Kimberly shivered from the spray of the cold water. Her body glistened in the overhead lights, her fair skin goosepimply.
"Come on, I'm not done with you yet." Dale pulled Kimberly past the cage where Manuel and Tyrone were busy emptying it out of six sows. They lead the parade of naked animals past them, tethered to each other by ropes around their neck. Manuel winks at Kimberly, blowing her a kiss while Dale, intent on getting back to the dining hall was oblivious.
Kimberly quickly trailed after Dale, taking quick, dainty steps. She grimaced in fear at the gesture by Manuel. Soon she are back in the dinning hall with Dale towing her toward a table with six business men, 2 Caucasians and 4 Asians.
"Good evening Bill, Joe," Dale said, politely acknowledging the regulars. "And who are your guests this evening?" he smiled, looking at the 4 Asian men.
"These are 4 reps from Sonasonic here to do some business with us this evening," Bill informed the waiter. The four men nodded their heads slightly as a polite gesture to Dale. The waiter returned a full bow.
"Always happy to help along any business with some fine barbecued meats," Dale nodded cordially.
"Well we were hoping for a bit more this evening," Bill smiled, slipping Dale a large denomination.
"Ah, yes, very good. Special treatment for your special guests," Dale smiled with understanding. He saw the men all nod and smile.
Kimberly blinked rapidly, wondering what had just been agreed upon.
"Good, good." Dale nodded back to the group. "But first you should order." Dale turned Kimberly around and bent her over to show off her now squeaky clean sex. He held her buttocks open, displaying her for all the men to see.
"Ah, filletah," one of the men intoned with a smile.
"Yes, I have an excellent selection cooking right now." Dale agreed with their choice,
She felt one of the men's hands on her, probing the soft sweet meat of her wedge. She stared straight ahead, pressing her lips together, taking measured breaths.
"Well, nothing's too good for my fine guests this evening." Bill answered. "We'll take six."
Kimberly felt another pair of hands on her bottom now, feeling the soft round flesh, tugging at it. Her rosette winked reflexively. She was feeling more and more like meat.
"Well take two rumps I think. Just make sure they are as nice as this one," the owner of the hands demanded. "-And a some sirloin as well."
Kimberly felt her lower back and sides handled as the order was placed. She breathed softly through her nose, her eyes darting about as they make their selections. She felt her breasts pendulum beneath her.
"Very good gentlemen. I'll get right on it and we'll have some special "Squeal of the Pig" hospitality to offer you after you enjoy your dinner," he smiled, tugging Kimberly up to stand. Having done well with his table of favoured guests, Dale hauled the blonde sow back toward the holding pen.
Entering the backroom Dale could see there are only two sows left. A dark skinned full bodied beauty, barely out of her teens, maybe younger and a scrawny scared looking thing, her wide eyes regarding him as he put Kimberly back in the pen.
Kimberly looked at the pair of them and remembered what the business group had ordered, wondering what the restaurant did in situations like this. Dale removed her leash and locked the cage before heading off to fill the order. She saw the two sows regard her. She took a seat on the bench, relieved after being in the dining room. She sighed and leaned her head back against the bars for a moment.
"Dey bring back your meat, They don't like it?" the dark sow asked, regarding her.
"I'm just the menu tonight," Kimberly sighed again, her eyes fluttering open. She did not want to hurt the sow's feelings. "-But I think they'll like you," she remarked complimentarily.
"Ah, you are a human girl," the dark sow said with disgust. "I am raised a sow" she declared proudly. "My meat is the best."
"I'm sure that's true," Kimberly nodded diplomatically. "I'm just helping a friend tonight," she began to explain.
The scared looking sow blinked and regarded Kimberly. "I'm a human girl too damn it. Maybe they wouldn't take me either."
The darks sow laughed. "Yeah, you are too scrawny for Master," she said, using the name ranch raised sows used to describe any potential diner or owner. "You need be a real sow to please them."
The reaction of the scared sow was not one of comfort.
"I don't think either of you would be here if they didn't plan to make meals out of you," Kimberly shrugged, reasoning.
"You damn straight and I make a good meal too. My masters be very pleased" The dark sow held her head up, proud of her station.
The scared sow rolled her wide eyes. "Yeah, we'll all be meat except for little miss human there," she snarled and scowled.
"I'm a sow for the next 2 days," Kimberly responded defending herself.
The scared sow closed her eyes and shook her head as if to block Kimberly's words out, "Don't fucking talk about it."
The dark sow laughed and looked at Kimberly. "Ah, you be a sow one day again, I know. Master cook you good and you'll like it. I can tell."
Kimberly *looked at her with question, unconsciously crossing her legs, licking her lips, confused as to how to respond to the prediction.
They heard the door clicks across the way and Dale entered followed by Tyrone and Manuel.
"Oh, fucking shit." The scared sow cursed, trembling.
"OK, I want these last three on a leash," Dale directed with a point at the pen.
Tyrone and Manuel opened the door to the cage and walked toward the three carrying a rope with three loops.
"On your feet sows," Tyrone ordered, opening one of the loops with his large hands as the trio obeyed, glancing at each other with question.
Tyrone looped the rope over each of their heads until they were in a nice neat row. There was a tug on the rope and they were lead out of the cage toward the back hallway.
Kimberly, with her breasts pushed out proudly and her heart pounding again, followed the girl in front of her. She shuffled along, her eyes lowered submissively. Her breath caught in her throat as they were lead toward the spitting room. Her mind raced in protest after what had already occurred earlier.
They were lead past the spitting room further down the hall, leaving the trio to wonder where they were being taken. Tyrone opened an old steel door and lead the sows inside. He flicked on the light and to reveal an old termination room, complete with a guillotine, a gallows and other assorted horrors. In an instant the voices of the six business men approaching could be heard.
Kimberly gasped her heart pounding with genuine fear. Her eyes darted from place to place in the room, the stocks, the whips the irons and brazier, the noose, the frightened her.
"I love this place" Bill remarked slapping his fat stomach. "Dinner was great but you guys are in for a real treat" He burped. "Sorry," he chuckled sheepishly.
"Ah, Dale-san, I thought you live spit all your sow?" one of the visiting businessman questioned.
"Yes we do, but this room was used back in the days when live spitting was not perfected," Dale explained with a smile.
"Ah," the businessman nodded in understanding.
"We'd bring the sows back here and either hang 'em or pop 'em and then stick them on a spit," Dale said, with a sweeping gesture to the various methods of dispatch.
The scared sow behind Kimberly started to audibly whimper even as Kimberly's breath caught, trying to keep her own reaction in check. She listened, unsure of what was about to happen, remembering the green tag in her ear, frightened it would not protect her.
"-Well, anyway, we still keep this room around for fun," Dale explained as the men laughed in approval.
Kimberly cringed inwardly at the laughter, knowing they were about to become the evening's amusement.
"OK, let's have Blondie over here." Dale motioned toward the gallows.
It was low platform with a noose that could be hoisted up rather then the kind used for a long drop. Tyrone slipped the leash from Kimberly's neck and lead her to the waiting noose.
Kimberly gasped with fear, shaking her head, she glanced back and forth between the staff. She wanted to struggle but knew that to refuse would end with her conversion as the dangling noose drew nearer with each step.
Tyrone lead her onto the platform and slipped the hangman's noose over her swan-like neck. "She sure does have a nice neck for hanging" Joe remarked to him.
Kimberly looked at the businessman with astonishment her eyes wide at the compliment. She felt the rope synched up.
"OK, bring the other two over here." Tyrone fetched the other two sows and brought them on the stage with you.
Kimberly trembling her face searching the businessmen and staff's faces for signs of a macabre prank meant to shock but she detected none.
"On your knees bitches;" Manual growled. The sows complied. The scared sow cowered while dark sow proudly knelt, her breasts out.
"Please," whined in protest. "I have to be back on Sunday," she breathing it out the words.
Tyrone leaned over and whispered in Kimberly ear. "Shut the fuck up sow," he said deliberately and angrily before he laughed loudly. The men join in laughing.
"OK, step right up and don't be shy if you know what I mean," Dale invited the hosting businessmen. "Bill, Joe, show your guests how the game works."
Kimberly gasped, her lips trembling, chilled to the bone. She looked down, glancing at the two sows on their knees.
Bill and Joe opened their flies, pulling their cocks forth. The Japanese seeing this, nodded and followed suit. Soon they were standing around Kimberly, the two kneeling sow's mouths stuffed with their hardening pricks. All the while the Japanese men fondled Kimberly enlarged breasts.
Kimberly took soft, even breaths, relieved that it was all they wanted. She tossed her head to remove a curl of blonde hair from her eyes.
Bill now fully engorged and pulled his cock away from the slobbering dark sow. "OK, boys, now here is how the game is played," Bill explained. He got behind Kimberly and spread her bottom and sex open and rubbed his glans against her sex lips
Kimberly felt him touch her, a tremor went through her.
"First you stick it up inside the sow, like this," he said, demonstrating shoving himself up her. The noose lightly gripped her neck. "Get up there real good," he grunted with a smile, enjoying the warm wet surrounding him.
Kimberly rose up on the balls of her feet, feeling him sink up inside, her eyes fluttering. Her lips opened but she kept from uttering a sound.
The men watched, the sows suckling on their stiff pricks. The dark sow with gusto and the other with thinly veiled disgust. "-And the you get your buddy to stand in front. Joe," Bill directed, looking at his colleague.
Joe stepped up in front of Kimberly, facing her, his wet knob rubbing against her flat stomach.
Kimberly mouthed the words, 'Oh,' feeling her tummy prodded, and the other cock imbedded inside her.
"And then, alley-oop!" Joe squatted, grabbing her behind the knees and hoisting up her legs. She suddenly lost touch with the ground, her weight is now distributed between the noose and Bill's cock.
Kimberly gurgled, feeling the rope snug up on her neck. Her eyes went wide, she kicked against Joe's hands wanting to regain the ground. Her sex clenched on Bill's member.
"Ah yes, gets 'em going every time. You should feel her cunt grabbing at me," Bill smiled at the assemblage. He began to thrust into her; each thrust up relieving the pressure on her neck, giving her air, each pull back cruelly choking her. Her whole being was focused on his steady, brutal rhythm.
"Uh!" Kimberly groaned with a wince. The blonde gasped in breaths of air. Flushed red, she felt the rope press into her air through the leather collar. Her sex spasmed, gripping the cock. She heard his groans in her ear.
"OK, let Shoichi and Kenji have a go," Bill invited, letting her down. The held her up while she tried to stand, her legs weakened. Soon Kenji has his cock up inside of her and his friend Shoichi pulls her legs out from under her. "Ary-oop" he yelled gleefully in imitation of Joe.
Kimberly was being taken again. The new man was shorter though, and so were the breaths she got with each upward thrust. She grunted with each thrust, her eyes clenching with each tug of the noose. Her eyes opened with each desperate breath. She was becoming euphoric from the lack of air. Her calves were gripped under the businessman's arms, the cock continued to press inside her, her breasts bouncing.
The men batted her around like a toy on the end of a string, taking their turns. Her world was nothing but the rope and the cocks inside her. Meanwhile the two sows serviced the men waiting their turn.
Kimberly's mind swam in flashes of light and darkness, brightly coloured images, faces, sensations and sounds. Some part of her mind wondered where all the groaning was coming from. She had come more than once, but barely realized it, her clitoris engorged and swollen pink.
As the men thrust in and out, lifting and dropping her on their fat members her sex was swollen and fully open. Her juices glistened on their cocks, her sex lips smacked at their cocks while her face was half purple. Her lips full, her breath rasping. They held her whole existence in their hands. She may have had a green tag but they were caught up and might make a mistake in their reverie as they enjoyed her spasming sex.
Kimberly took wheezing breaths as cum dribbling out of her.
"OK, Shoichi and Kenji I have a special treat," Bob announced. "Oh behalf of your friends at DigiCorp we want to present this ceremonial sword to you," Bob extended the sword to Kenji the senior manager of the group.
"Thank you Bill-san," Kenji smiled accepting it. Kenji rubbed the broad end of it against Kimberly's body as she hanged between two of the men.
Kimberly was unable to protest. She gurgled, her eyes reddened.
Without warning he swung the sword. It sang through the air over Kimberly's head cutting the rope. Collapsing her on the ground in a heap between the two sows who looked down upon her laying there. Shoichi seized the timid sow from behind and sank his pulsing organ into her. She squealed in surprise.
Another of the visiting businessmen, Hiro grabbed her by the hair pulling her head out, straightening her neck. She shook her head and shrieked.
Kimberly gasped her head swimming. She groaned, her face pressed against the surface of the platform.
Kenji brought the sword down on the timid sow, lopping her head from her shoulders.
As Kimberly lay there in a heap she saw Tyrone drag away the headless body. Kenji picked up the girl's head asking about a trophy mounting.
"Okay, I think we've had a successful meeting here," Bill declared. The men chuckled and laughed. The businessmen retired out the door leaving the two remaining sows with Tyrone, Manuel and Dale.
Dale looked at the sows. "Get these two back in the cage. We have a full day tomorrow," he directed, getting immediate compliance from the workers.
Kimberly unable to remove the noose from around her neck let out a sob of relief, her sex throbbing. She felt herself hefted over Manuel's shoulder and carried until she was dumped on the straw matting that served as the bedding for the sows. She lay there, as the pen door clanged shut, left to finish out her first night as a sow.
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Incredible! I thought you had taken me on a roller coaster ride through Chapter 2, but that was nothing in comparison to the ride you two took me on in Chapter 3. Your first two chapters developed the characters and laid the groundwork for the real action, which began in this chapter. We got to know Kimberly's sweet personality and her generosity of spirit; in short, you caused us to care about her.
Chapter 3 begins in a lighthearted way, with Kimberly enjoying being a blonde and excited at the prospect of enhancing her figure. Watching her go through the process was fun and it was even more fun to see her proudly strut her stuff. The reality of her situation began to sink in as she was temporarily converted into a meat animal for her stint as a Grade A Demo Girl.
Her first trip out among the customers was a little uncomfortable and embarrassing, but ended on thrilling note with Serge. From the time she was led back and placed into the sow pen, Kimberly's existence descended into the realm of nightmare and then horror. I felt the quick, steep descent of the roller coaster as she came extremely close to being spitted and had to pay a price for her rescue. She made another trip out to the floor and embarrassed the waiter, who cleaned and berated her. Once more out as a living menu, she didn't understand the significance to her life of the money slipped to the waiter. After a brief rest in the sow pen with the last two red-tagged sows, Kimberly was plunged into a living hell and I experienced the true meaning of plunging down, out of control, in a runaway roller coaster.
Because I had come to care about Kimberly, the brutality of what she suffered and endured at the hands of the businessmen hit me hard. I felt numb as she was cut down, terrified, to fall on the floor. Only the horror grew worse. When she was carried back to the pen and dumped like a sack of potatoes onto the straw floor, she was exhausted, weak, and forever changed by what had happened. And she still has Saturday and most of Sunday to go. Can she possibly survive this term as a demo girl?
My compliments to greeneyes and BBQ Chef for creating such a compelling series.
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Another stunning chapter.
I think my favourite part is the wonderful moment of transition from human to livestock when Kimberly strips off and is graded by the inspector. Even though she'd decided to become a sow the day before, she's still treated, and still acts, like a human woman until then.
I love the way Serge goes from opening doors for her to treating her like an appetising piece of meat. The way he looks at her and says "I'm feeling a bit hungry looking at all this meat" when before he treated her like a person.
Add to that the dehumanising way she's referred to as "it" or "the menu", the way they lead her around on a leash and the way she adapts to that, it's just wonderfully written.
This is easily the most erotic Dolcett style fantasy I've ever read and I can't wait to read the rest of Kimberly's story.
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Kimberly coughed herself awake. She groaned, feeling a cramp in her neck, then a throbbing ache. She was in the pen with the dark skinned sow. The sow sat quietly on a bench staring into space her wrists secured behind her back just as Kimberly's were. The blonde rocked in place, blinking, looking around, taking a moment to realize where she was before speaking to the only other member of the previous night's herd to survive the night.
"Good morning," Kimberly croaked, softly, receiving a look in response. She licked her dried lips, groaning as she swallowed. Kimberly heard distant sounds in the restaurant. No one was in the holding room but the restaurant was not deserted. She rolled, grunting as she sat up. "What time is it?" she asked the other sow.
"It is not dinner time," the sow replied, ranch raised her knowledge of time was limited.
"Ok," Kimberly nodded, she winced and let out a hissing breath, the soreness in her neck ever present. She knelt up, "So thirsty," she murmured, walking over to the trough to get a drink.
"I think soon it is feeding time for us," the sow supplied looking through the bars of the pen expectantly.
"Good," Kimberly responded, resisting the urge to nod in acknowledgement. She realized how hungry she was as she knelt down again to bring her face to the trough and slurp up water. She could not believe how good it tasted "Ohhhh," she groaned, "I can't believe how good that is," she lapped for many moments more before getting up.
"Can I ask you," Kimberly began walking over closer to her. "Why did you say that I will be a sow again? - That I'll like it?"
The brown skinned sow looked Kimberly up and down and smirked with mirth, "Look at you. Once a sow always as sow. What human would do this except one who wants to be a sow. We meatgirls have heard that many human girls want to be like us."
"It is fascinating," Kimberly nodded in response, speaking softly, thoughtfully. "But still, it's been really intense too. Having said that, "I'm not so sure that I want to be someone's dinner," she coughed, and winced, feeling her neck again, the leather collar kept her from turning her face too quickly.
"When you are a meatgirl you do what the masters want. If you are the best meatgirl you please the master best. And I know it pleases the master to have a fine meal. So I will be the best meal for my masters," the sow responded simply.
"That makes sense, making the best of a situation," Kimberly acknowledge.
A situation? I am a meatgirl. This is all I know
"I'm only a sow for today and tonight," she coughed again. "Oh my neck is sore," she moaned, wishing she could remove the collar and touch it with her hands.
"Maybe, but I think you are a sow again. Be the best meat. You are good meat, the master's mark says so. The master's mark does not lie," the sow said to Kimberly, scanning her with her brown eyes.
"I am a sow again?" considering the brown sow's words. "-You mean again after tonight?"
The sow nodded her head in response to the blonde's question.
Kimberly nibbled her lower lip thoughtfully before speaking again, "You really think I'm good meat?" She glanced down at her dusty form, feeling grungy.
"Yes, the master's mark does not lie. My meat is good, as good as I can make it but the master's mark says your meat is better," a slight look of sadness and then jealousy crossed her face.
"How can you say that?" Kimberly demanded. "You're in wonderful shape! - And you think I'm better?" she asked incredulously, but feeling a twinge of pride inside.
The brown-skinned sow rose showed her rump. On it was a blue tattoo "Grade B".
"I have the mark that says I am good to eat, but not to be served whole. You have the mark that says you may be served whole. That the masters want to look upon you when they eat. It is not that I think you are better. The masters do," she explained with some jealously.
Kimberly closed her eyes slowly in acknowledgement and thought before opening them and looking at her, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you."
"I am a meatgirl and I will serve my masters well. They will enjoy my meat and I will be the best meatgirl I can be" she says, almost as if she was programmed, which she was from childhood on
"That's a good attitude to have, I guess I should do that just so the day goes better for me," she smiled agreeably, her pride growing at the interest of others in her meat. "I know they'll love you," Kimberly continued, trying to encourage and support her.
"You are a meatgirl and you should be the best meatgirl you can be. You don't want to end up in the meat grinder," the sow's face screwed up in disgust.
"Yikes no!" Kimberly cringed, "Like a C girl?"
"A "C" girl? Oh, you mean the master's mark of displeasure? Yes," the sow nodded with understanding.
Kimberly decided to smile more and be more enthusiastic, to make the best of it.
Their conversation was interrupted as the sounds of commotion down the hallway grew louder. There was sound of many people approaching. They could hear some one yelling. "Move! Come on; move!"
"Oh!" Kimberly exclaimed in realization that a new shipment was being moved in. "More sows," she turned to look in the direction of the delivery door corridor.
Tyrone entered the room first being followed by a herd of sows, each naked and arms bound behind her. He opened the cage. They trooped in, more and more of them. More than two dozen by the time the last one entered. Tyrone selected two before slamming the pen's door shut. Kimberly watched him take them to the grading stations to be tagged and stamped before she turned her face back to the new sows and say hello.
The stood around the cell in various states of mind. None of them really pay attention to Kimberly. A couple of them, convertees no doubt slinked off to the corners of the cage. Most of them, meatgirls, either raised as such or volunteers either stood around or try rubbing their bared sexes against something in the cage to relieve their sexual tension. Every few moments Tyrone would return two and take two more to grade, tag and stamp.
"They're all so excited," Kimberly remarked to the dark skinned sow.
The sow looked at them. "They are meatgirls. They know soon the masters will be using them"
"I know! I had sex with 8 men last night!" she said, stunning herself even as she said it. "I hope my pill keeps working!" She glanced down at her sex.
"Pill?" the sow asked just as Manuel entered banging a tin yelling. "Feeding time bitches," he declared, pulling a lever on the side of the cage and all along one side of the cage slots open up toward the bottom of the wall. Many of the herd eagerly ran over and stuck their heads through leaving their naked tattooed rumps sticking up. the dark skinned sow joined in.
Kimberly shrugged, too hungry to protest. She knelt down with the rest, bumping against them to eat; lapping and biting at the food offered.
The food was a sweet gruel of fruit and grain meal. Light and easy to digest, and it made for sweeter meat..
Kimberly gulped it down, content to have anything to eat all the more happy that it was tasty and non fattening. She licked the juices off her lips as she ate.
She looked from side to side for a second, realizing what she had become, a tremor going through her before continuing. With some arrogance she thought despite their various attributes, she was a higher grade than any of them.
Manuel noticed Kimberly at the trough and walked over to have a little fun. He poked her to let her know he was there. "Eat up little pig," he winked.
Kimberly grunted softly, catching his image out of the top of her eyes. She may have been a better grade than any of them but she was still one of them.
He laughed and watched the sows clean out the trough. Banging a bucket on the cage he announced the end of their meal. "OK bitches. Heads back in, come on" He walked down the line to rap any slow to respond sows on the head to speed them up.
Kimberly pulled her head out, kneeling up to avoid the man.
Manuel slammed the trough gate shut and walked over to the desk just as Tyrone returned. They walked over to the cage with a clipboard. "OK, 34, 23, 11, 59, 80, 81," Tyrone listed the numbers off as Kimberly glanced at the tags of various ears. The pair entered the cage and started collecting the sows together until they are all on rope together. The two men marched them out to the door that lead to the spitting room.
Kimberly watched them depart, knowing first hand where they were going. She sat quietly as some time passed with no one coming or going in the holding room.
Suddenly two new men entered the holding area. It was Vinny with an attaché case and Dale not yet in his waiter outfit. They are chatting as they walk up to the cage.
Kimberly watched them intently, taking a deep breath. She began to focus on doing a better job.
Vinny looked at Kimberly. "Yeah, I need that demo sow on the display rack. Get her cleaned up," he directed.
"Right boss," Dale acknowledged. Dale took a look at her and shook his head. He exited and returned with Manuel and Tyrone. "OK guys we gotta get her cleaned up and racked. And I want it done soon. The fundraiser starts in less than an hour," Dale ordered.
"Yeah, right," the pair mumbled in acknowledgement The men opened the cage and took hold of Kimberly's arms "Come on Blondie," the said, leading her out.
Kimberly nodded, wincing in pain. She felt nervous, wondering what a display rack was, but was trying to cooperate.
They pulled her to one side of the holding room where the tile floor had a drain and a hose. Manuel pulled off the leather collar allowing her neck some freedom as she carefully turned it, feeling how tight it was. Tyrone retrieved the hose and she was hit with a blast of cold water.
"Watch that thing man" Manuel complained as he caught a bit of the stream himself.
Kimberly let out a squeal of surprise, feeling the cold right to her core. Her heart fluttered and her skin goose pimpling. She felt it splash over her and turned to get the residue off her skin.
Manuel grabbed a bucket of soapy water and a stiff brush, he heard her grunt as he roughly work over her skin. He bent her over, doing her nether regions and the backs of her legs. After a final rinse she was clean.
Kimberly's skin glistened and dripped from the water. She trembled, coughing, then swallowing, she groaned at the movement of her neck.
"OK, get it over here" Tyrone commanded Manuel, prompting him to bring her to a large metal rectangle. It was longer than Kimberly was tall and much wider than her hips and shoulders. It was supported half way up by two pivots that were part of a wheeled stand holding the metal frame.
Still shaking, Kimberly walked over to the rectangle, looking at it with curiosity. She remembered her last encounter with the pair and their view of her, the word 'it' sticking in her mind.
The men produce a set of thick, padded, leather cuffs. Manuel cut the bonds holding her wrists together and started attaching the cuffs to her wrists while Tyrone did the same to her legs
Kimberly grunted, feeling the leather surround her limbs. Her shoulders and arms tingled, as the blood rushed back to them.
When they were done the men attached ropes to the wrist cuffs and threaded them through the upper corners of the metal frame. As they pulled the ropes taut Kimberly was lifted up into the frame, arms wide apart, hanging by her wrists.
Kimberly grunted, trembling, as her body stretched up, her shoulders and arms taut. She looked at the pair as the men attached ropes to her ankle cuffs and threaded them through the lower part of the frame. They pulled the ropes tight and her body formed a large glistening X in the centre of the rectangle.
Manuel rotated her horizontally and Tyrone took a brush and blow dryer and started drying her blonde locks.
Kimberly tossed her head back, taking measured breaths, trying to get used to where she was. She felt him work, wondering how often he did this given his practiced touch. She felt her mane is reasonably restored before, as a final touch, Tyrone shoved a bright red ball gag into her mouth and stood her upright again. She felt Manuel fingers the slit of her unguarded sex and saw Tyrone give him a scowl.
"Your going to get us in trouble again fucker," he growled.
Kimberly grunted, her lips surrounding the ball. She tasted the rubber with her tongue, then felt the invading fingers, her eyes widening.
Manuel scowled back at Tyrone pulled his wet fingers out.
Kimberly sighed, realizing that she was actually wet after the treatment. Her chest rising and falling softly, she looked at Tyrone.
Dale entered the holding area and took a look at Kimberly. "No, no, no, you can't put it out there like that!" Tyrone and Manuel looked at Dale blankly
He pointed at her neck. "Put a large collar on it and then wheel the sow out! If someone wants to buy it we have to be able to leash it."
Kimberly swallowed, almost in a panic, wondering if being sold was possible.
Tyrone grabbed a wide leather collar, looking like a black neck brace. He fastened it around her neck and cinched it tight. It forced her to hold her head up and look straight ahead. She didn't believe it was possible and quickly calmed down, sighing deeply, she felt her breasts tremble, the bonds on her wrists stretching her shoulders.
Tyrone looked at his work approvingly.
"OK, let's get the sow out there," Dale directed as Manuel scowled.
"Yes, boss. You mind giving me a hand?" Manuel asked taking one side of the frame and pushed while Tyrone pulled from the other end. The wheels of the rack squeal loudly as she was wheeled down the deliveries corridor toward the voices and the smells of roast meat.
Kimberly wondered what she was being made part of, feeling her green tag flutter as the rack was pushed. She gripped the ball in her teeth at the squeaking. Moaning, Kimberly watched the walls pass her, trophies of particularly gorgeous sows mounted and on display near the ceiling.
As she was pulled out into the midday sun she saw a banner "Republican Party Meat Industry Fund Raiser". There were many people in attendance, most dressed in the western/cowboy motif of the party. She was wheeled to a spot next to a carving table where a deep brown sow has just been plopped down in front of the server who was wearing a tall white stovepipe chef's hat. The server took a cleaver and chopped the head off the roasted animal and placed the head off to one side. It stared up at Kimberly blankly.
Kimberly scanned the faces and bearings of the guests, surprised at where she had landed. She saw the head of the sow out of the corner of her eye realizing that the centre-piece was part of the chef's presentation to the group. She saw people begin to gather at the serving table ready to get a share of the meat, then spied Serge with an older scholarly looking fellow and Vinny slowly walking toward her Her eyes widened with surprise, finding out more about Serge each day. She remembered his reaction the previous night, and did not expect a familiar greeting. Her cheeks puffed against the round, red gag. "...and I think the market for the Auto-Sem Deluxe will be almost extensive as for your Jessica 3000 spitting system," Kimberly heard the old man say as they came within earshot of her. She felt some happiness for him and his potential opportunities. She felt a breeze and realized that her nude sex was slightly parted, her button peeking. Flushed, she continued to listen.
The old man, Vinny and Serge came to a stop next to her. She felt the old man's hand on the inside of her thigh.
"A fine sow you have here Vincent," he commented
"Yeah thanks," came the simple reply.
"Do you mind if I demonstrate the Auto-Sem on it?"
Vinny smiled and nodded. "By all means professor."
Kimberly felt the wizened hand glide further up the inside of her smooth thigh. She heard the compliment then the ascent to her use, unsure of what it meant. Kimberly strained to look down as much as she could with her eyes. She strained to shake a strand of blonde hair from her eyes, tossing her head before looking down again.
Kimberly noted the professor was carrying a case which he placed down. She heard him snap it open and lift out an odd looking device. One end looks like a dildo, in the middle there was a short semicircle with a black bulb at one end and sticking out opposite the dildo is what looks like the control of an old fashioned handbrake.
"That's a pretty odd looking gizmo you got there doc," Serge offered.
Kimberly watched with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. She saw him take something out of the case and then hold it up. It was a vial.
"Well, it's designed to ease the insemination of sows as I was explaining. You take a charge of sperm and put it in here," he explained, sliding the small vial into the device through a side panel.
Kimberly puffed against the gag, hoping her pill would hold out and keep her from pregnancy, not having had it that day. She saw the pearl white liquid as it was put in place.
"Then this end is inserted into the sow," his fingers probed the lips of Kimberly's sex. "This one's pretty wet so it shouldn't be a problem but the device can dispense a lubricant from the tip as it is pushed in."
Kimberly felt the tip of the Auto-Sem against her helpless sex. It opened and separated, her sex embraced the tip as it would any man or spit. She inhaled deeply, her breasts rose, her sex accepting the device.
The large insemination end was quickly guided up inside her, the flat semicircle against her sex lips and the black bulb pressing into her anus
She groaned against the gag while looking down at the trio watching her. Her heart raced, not wanting to get pregnant as she felt the invention shift as the old man held it.
"Now the beauty of this device is that it can be inserted and then left to optimally prepare the sow for accepting the sperm," the inventor spoke as he squeezed the handbrake lever and the black bulb inflates into her anus lodging against her sphincter. Simultaneously she felt the artificial penis knot up inside of her.
Kimberly moaned against the gag, blinking as she felt the thing expand. Her gaze fell upon Serge. She was amazed at how easily the inventor slid the thing inside of her. She worried that the eight men of the previous day and the spit had stretched her. Her attention was drawn back to the device as a final 'click' was heard and she felt the dildo moving inside of her, a stimulating bulb that was pressed against the hard bud of her sex begin to tease it.
The professor took his hands away. "Completely hands off operation from here on in. I can move onto the next sow while this one is automatically prepared for the insemination." He smiled as his tiny audience with pride.
She took short, shuddering breaths, the thing's effects filling her stomach with butterflies. She stared straight ahead, trying to take even breaths to calm herself even as her button started to tingle and buzz. Out of the bottoms of her eyes she saw Serge reach out and felt him tug on the device. The anal bulb pulled against her sphincter and the knotted "penis" against the walls of your womb.
"Yup, it's in there and it ain't coming out till it's down!" he exclaimed, impressed.
"That's right" The professor smiled and nodded.
Kimberly saw another side to her friend. Wondering if he liked seeing her like this, as a sow. Her thoughts were pulled away by the device inside her, she moaned again, her eyes fluttering. The thing was doing its job, she was unable to resist its effects as she flushed pink, her sex growing wet.
"Well, how's your venture capital coming on the Auto-Sem?" Serge asked as they started to walk away, leaving Kimberly splayed out with the device stuck up inside her.
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk about at ...." the professor began as their voices were drowned out by the murmurs of the crowd and the breeze in her ears.
Kimberly flushed a deeper shade of pink, her breasts swelling with the sex flush. She was buzzing and groaning as guests filled their plates at the table next to her. She groaned, wriggling against her bonds, her nostrils flaring,. She struggled to catch her breath with the effect of the stimulation. She found herself enjoying the buzz in her clitoris despite herself.
Moments later, through the eyelashes of her half-lidded eyes she spied a group of women she recognised. All stylishly dressed in their western style clothing, they approached the rack to squint as she saw them struggle to place her face. She heard their disbelief.
"That's not?-"
"I'm afraid it is. - That's Kimberly"
Kimberly froze in place, unable to resist the stimulations for long, she instantly recognized them.
"I didn't think her number had come up," the brunette of the pair remarked. It was Kerry a colleague from her work.
"It hasn't look at the green tag on her ear," the blonde, Shannon commented, pointed with a painted finger tip at the tag.
"Right, yeah, I think she is doing this to help out some inventor guy," the brunette commented with a nod.
"I think she is a meat slut," the blonde shot back as they all gasped and giggled.
Kimberly blushed, horribly embarrassed. A tremor then coursed through her uncontrollably as she tried to suppress the orgasm, squeaking against the gag.
"What's this here ?" Shannon asked, poking the Auto-Sem making it jerk.
"I'm not sure but I think the meat slut is enjoying it" Kerry answered with a laugh.
"And where did she get these tits?" she felt Shannon's hand leave the device to lift and squeeze her left breast.
Kimberly groaned with embarrassment feeling her breast lifted and explored before being released.
Two men then joined the women, each clutching a cup of beer. They slid up next to their dates, gazing at what had the pair so pre-occupied.
"Hey, isn't that?" one of them asked, raising his glass of beer in Kimberly's direction as he examined her face more closely.
"Yeah, it sure is" Kerry answered, glancing at her boyfriend Seth.
"Not bad as a blonde," he commented, his eyes roaming Kimberly's bound-up form. He sputtered feeling Kerry elbow jammed into his ribs "Better as meat," he added as they shared a laugh.
Kimberly moaned against the gag, her eyes fluttered and her legs trembled as an orgasm washed over her.
"I think Kim - I mean the sow just came," Shannon's boyfriend remarked.
"Yeah, no shit, look at her face," Seth chuckled pointing, garnering another laugh from the crowd.
"She makes a good sow," Shannon giggled agreeably.
"Yeah. Can't wait to get a piece of this when she volunteers," Seth said, grasping her rump as the Auto-Sem squirms around inside of Kimberly.
"Mmmphhh," Kimberly groaned, her eyes fluttering, feeling the thing inside her piston and buzz. Their comments shocked her.
"You think she'll volunteer?" Kerry asked the group.
"Yeah, she's gone this far. I've seen her type," Seth responded with a knowing nod. "Look," he pointed, "There's one now." He motioned with his head at another sow being lain out on the carving block. "Another volunteer like you Kim, eh?" he asked looking up at the blonde, patting her bottom.
Kimberly was panting, her cheeks puffing out as her chest rose and fell. Her mind raced at their comments, frightened they might be right, wondering what was wrong with her for volunteering to do this. Kimberly groaning, feeling another orgasm wash over her. She shuddered so forcefully that the frame should and the leather holding her creaked. She bit into the ball, tasting its rubber most acutely.
The group's fun was interrupted as the professor and Serge strode up. "Excuse me folks. I think the Auto-Sem is going to go into it's injection cycle. The sow's multiple orgasms usually set it off," the professor stated, pushing his way to the front of the group to examine his device at work.
"Auto-Sem, doc?" Seth questioned. "Oh, you mean the gizmo up the sow's pussy."
Kimberly felt the hand exploring her bottom withdrawn. She groaned, shivering again, clenching her eyes shut feeling another orgasm wash over her. She could not resist the device, despite her circumstance. She felt the device pulsing and thrusting into her with greater urgency as Serge, the professor and some people who called themselves her friends in your human life watched "the sow" writhing on the rack like a bitch in heat. She was helpless against the probings of the Auto-Sem.
The Auto-Sem deep inside her began to dispense it's charge of warm sperm, injecting her like a common breeder sow at a ranch. All the while she was watched, there was no privacy for her, for she was a sow.
Several moans emanated from Kimberly, her eyes fluttering closed in submission, accepting the insemination, unable to resist.
Then, as quickly as it started the machine deflated inside her. The professor slid it out and held it up for all to see. It glistened with her intimate juices in the midday sun.
With her insides fluttering, taking the sperm deep inside her cervix and womb she looked down at the group through her eye lashes. Her chest rose and fell, her sex puffy, engorged with blood gaped open and dripped. She licked and nibbled the ball between her lips, a glow upon her.
Shannon's boyfriend slid a finger over her wet, slit. "Wow, this sow is the wettest I've every seen anyone get."
"Yes" the professor agreed. "The Auto-Sem is very effective in fully stimulating the common sow."
Kimberly heard how she was referred to, but did not care. She was too swept up in the sensations assailing her.
The group looked her over some more. She felt them poke and prod at her meat. There were comments on it and her public display of sexual stimulation. After many moments, the group dispersed to get served pieces of other sows all the while thinking of how good her meat would taste.
As the afternoon wore on she hung there, visited from time to time by both strangers who only know her as a sow and by others who demonstrated a glimmer of recognition. But through all of it she hung there as a naked, vulnerable sow. The roasted sows stop being brought out and the crowd began to disperse. The sun hung low, it's ruddy beams streaming through the smoke rising from the roasting pits.
Kimberly imagined she could feel the sperm inside her. She wondered how long she had been there, feeling thirsty and hungry. She watched Serge move about when she could. She wondered about who she was, wondering if he had selected her to assist because he saw something she didn't. She felt very confused.
Kimberly was jolted out of her musings as Tyrone and Manuel took hold of the rack and wheeled her back through the delivery door. She was pushed down the corridor leading to the holding pen. She was taken down, her hands retied behind your back and her gag and collar removed. The pair delivered her back to the pen now full of sows waiting for the evening dinner roasting to begin.
She grunted as their hands released her, grateful to be out of the autumn sun and open air. She felt tired. She smacked her lips, still tasting rubber. She went straight to the water to kneel down and drink. She heard the door slammed behind her as she was left, a sow among sows. She didn't care. She never realized how good water could taste, spending many moments drinking before finishing and looking around at the others. She was beginning to feel almost too comfortable in her surroundings. She caught herself, pondering its implications as she moved around the small herd looking to see if the dark skinned sow was still around.
Kimberly found her sitting on the end of a bench, rubbing herself against it to relieve her sexual tension as best she can under the circumstances.
"Oh; you made it," Kimberly groaned and smiled, licking her lips.
"Yes, the masters have not called me. Perhaps tonight at dinner I will be used," she remarked hopefully.
Kimberly saw what the dark skinned sow was doing and reflexively reached out mentally to feel her own sex, remembering the day. "They used a lot of sows today, I'm surprised you didn't get selected, you really are quality," Kimberly remarked in response.
"I do not understand but I am a sow and the masters know best. The masters have not used you either. Again they have brought you back." She looks at Kimberly quizzically.
"They use me as a menu and today I was bred," Kimberly responded, the words catching in her throat even as she uttered them. She squirmed in place as she recalled the afternoon.
The sow looked at her and nodded. "Yes, I could see that you had been bred today. Maybe they will keep you for a while so that you produce more meat for them?" she questioned.
"I don't know," Kimberly replied, nibbling her lower lip, hoping that she would be freed tomorrow afternoon. "I'm just so tired," she sighed wearily, taking a seat on the bench, crossing her legs. She glanced down at her sex, wondering how the other sow could tell.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a commotion. She heard the feeding gates being opened for the sows to allow their heads into the feeding trough. The dark skinned sow immediately lost interest in Kimberly. She turned to see her large round rump sticking up in the air along with the bottoms of all the other sows, all at the trough. Too hungry to wait for more than a second, Kimberly joined them, kneeling down with the rest, slurping and gulping at the food.
The sweet watery puree sloshed around in the trough as the sows fed on it. The sounds of slurping and lips smacking could be heard, as well as grunted as the herd bumped against each other, eager to get their share.
Kimberly surprised herself at how quickly she had taken to my role after being placed in herd conditions. Her bottom wiggled as her head bobbed at the food before her. Her sex was half open and vaguely red, above it her abused anus was also slightly swollen and pink.
Just as the last of the food was consumed there was a pair of gloved hands on her hips pulling you back. "Come'on sow; time to get you cleaned up for dinner." It was Manuel roughly pulling her out of the feeding slot. He heard her grunt and saw her lick her lips as he stood her up.
He lead her out of the cage over to the familiar tiled cleaning area. Placing a collar on her, and a rope thru it's D ring, he attached it to a hitching post forcing her to bend over. A tremor went through her as she saw to keep her balance. He noticed her abused sex and opened her outer puffy lips to get a better look. "Looks like you had a good time this afternoon, sow," he chuckled, eliciting a grunt and a slight jump. Seizing a hose, he began to spray a jet of cold water against her dusty, sweaty body. "Can't have a dirty demo sow now can we?" he chuckled, hearing her let out a yelp as the water coursed over her and splattered on the tiles at her feet.
Once she was completely wet, he squirted soap on her until her goose pimpling skin was covered in white bubbles.
Kimberly shivered, licking her lips. She knew better than to protest, particularly with Manuel. She felt him brush her body roughly, her legs, her sex, her back, her breasts, her head. Cleaning her like he would any of the other livestock, without any care or tenderness. Finally he hosed her down a final time, the rope removed from the post and she was allowed to right herself.
Kimberly stood up, her breasts standing out proudly. She glanced at them, still getting used to them, but enjoying the fact that she had them nonetheless. She shook the hair from my face.
"Saturdays are our dress code night, we are going to have to pretty you up," Manuel laughed.
Kimberly looked at the grin on his face, reminded of a baboon. She was careful to keep the disdain from her expression.
She was dragged to another corner of the room where there was a chair of sorts, with two legs set wide apart. Manuel pushed her down onto it and strapped her legs apart. Her poor abused sex was left open and available. He finished by turning her collar around and attaching it to the chair back it keep her head held in place. Manuel abruptly left her there to contemplate her fate, departing for other duties.
As the minutes ticked by, Kimberly felt her skin begin to dry. She tested the bonds on my legs. She felt like a slut and wanted to close them. Then a thought dawned on her that brought some relief to her conscious that for the time being, she was a sow. That this was normal for the business, and even as a demonstration sow, it was her place.
After growing accustomed to the position, she heard voices coming down the hallway toward her. Dale entered the room with a rubinesque older woman carrying a small suitcase of sorts.
"I want this one presentable. It's our Saturday night, our best night," he instructed the woman.
Kimberly regarded the woman with some relief, happy it wasn't Manuel that was preparing her.
The woman looked at the sow and sighed. She placed the case on the nearby registration desk. Opening it, she revealed its contents of cosmetics and other grooming aids. Examining Kimberly's skin tone and hair colour she began to groom her, doing her hair and make-up, giving a manicure and pedicure, dusting her breasts and sex with a soft blush. She worked without a word, conducting herself with a clinical demeanour, but not ungently. She finished by brushing out Kimberly's hair and applying some product to give it a glossy sheen and hold it in place. Finishing with a nod she packed up her large caboodle to depart, leaving Kimberly looking quite fetching with her nails painted and face made up. The whole experience similar to the spa trip that Kimberly had made only days before, only this beautician left her tied to the chair.
Kimberly felt better after her humiliating afternoon, despite her outstretched position. She could not see her hands but her wiggling toes were painted a flattering shade of red, provocative and eye catching to be sure, but very feminine. It was a pleasant respite from the pen and all the weekend's other events.
Moments later, Dale returned with Manuel and Tyrone in tow. "OK, get her off the chair and lets take her to the kitchen," he instructed the pair.
The men unstrapped her held her between them by the upper arms. They lead her out of the room and down the hallway toward the kitchen.
She quickly moved along between them, trying to keep her feet. She could smell the kitchen more acutely as they reached its double doors, there were the sounds of pots and pans, and she could feel the heat of the grills and ovens.
They entered the kitchen. There are no live sows here as most were roasting on the pits in back, with only pieces being garnished or being touched up by the chefs for speciality dishes. It was busy room with side dishes being readied. They stopped at a long, wide counter in the centre of the of the kitchen. Upon it was a large sow roasting pan with eyehooks strategically placed to secure a sow to it.
"Alright sow, get on the pan," Tyrone directed, cutting her wrist twine to allow her to move more easily.
Kimberly glanced at them stunned, the smells and sounds of the kitchen overwhelmed her for a moment. She hesitated for a second more, before awkwardly pulling herself up onto the steel counter and climbing into it. She felt it's cool surface on her knees and legs as she knelt up, resting her bottom on the backs of her heels.
"OK, sow assume the roasting position," Manuel directed, as the men helped her place herself properly into it.
She was placed on her knees and elbows, with her bottom in the air behind her. Her knees were far apart, the pouch of her sex left clearly visible from behind. She felt your limbs being secured to the pan with lengths of heavy duty cooking twine.
Kimberly held the crouching position. She gazed straight ahead, feeling the twine press into her flesh.
Manuel chose from a basket, a smallish red apple with a piece of twine running through it's core. "Open your mouth sow" he commanded.
Kimberly, frightened that she might be thrust in an oven, opened her mouth submissively anyway.
The apple was pressed into her maw. Her red painted lips wrapped around the red fruit. He secured the twine behind your head to hold it in place.
Kimberly's teeth sank into the apple's flesh. She tasted the sweet flavour of apple juice. Taking deep breaths through her nose, the blonde was reminded of the gag she held all afternoon. Out of the corner of her eye she spied Tyrone holding a large carrot with a large head of green on it. He was rubbing lard on it and looking at her. She tensed for a moment, guessing what he had in mind. He disappeared from her sight behind her. The next thing she felt was the end of the vegetable being pressed against the rosette of her upturned anus. He slid it home leaving the green head sticking out of her like a tail.
The demonstration sow groaned against the apple, her eyes closing as she took short, snuffling breaths. She panted as she accommodated the vegetable, feeling the green tickle the backs of her sleek thighs.
Meanwhile, Manuel took a long bulbous gourd and covered it in slippery lard and disappears behind her as Tyrone had. Tyrone took hold of Kimberly's sex, holding it open and feeling her tremble as Manuel pressed the bulb end of the vegetable against her opening, They heard her grunt again, stretching to take the invasion, her bottom wiggling in protest. They watched as her sex lips stretched to accept it. The vegetable was finally thrust into her opening and sank in until only a few inches of it protruded from her hole, her sex lips wrapped around the invader, surrounding and holding it.
Kimberly's heavy breasts swayed as she took deep breaths to get used to its presence, remembering the spit and how this will help Serge.
Tyrone and Manuel stepped away and were replaced by a rotund looking chef with a large aluminium pot. He set the pot down next to the tray and started lifting out leafy garnish which he artfully arranged around her legs and arms.
Kimberly felt the carefully selected greens brush and tickle her skin, inhaling their scents, wondering how she looked absentmindedly.
Her question was quickly answered as she glanced over at a nearby pot as the chef left her and she saw herself. She was a caricature of a roasting sow. On the one hand covered in fine makeup, on the other, vegetables sticking obscenely from her orifices. She was astonished at how good she looked before turning her eyes forward again.
The chef who had just finished garnishing Kimberly's platter returned with a pot of sweet, fragrant, coconut oil. He took a brush and began to dab her bound body with the perfume of the oven.
Kimberly inhaled the scent of the oil, her skin glistening in the fluorescent lights of the kitchen. She listening to the sounds of the kitchen, feeling the chef's body heat, and the brush pulled across her skin, giving it a soft glow.
The brush dragged over the crease of her upturned bottom. The oil dribbled around the carrot and over her anus gripping it. The sweet oil then flowed over her sex lips, themselves stretched by the gourd.
Kimberly sighed against the apple, smelling the kitchen beginning to prepare the side dishes as the sous chefs worked. There was a hint of smoke in the air from the distant barbecue pits, the image of the previous night in her mind.
Another chef brought her a necklace - not a fine one of diamonds but of small radishes on a string. He placed it over Kimberly's head and hung it around her neck, their colour harmonizing with the red of her lips and the apple they held. They brought a new scent, the tiny round balls of vegetables resembling costume jewellery.
Kimberly blinked repeatedly, remembering the last two days as she was prepared, comforted by her green tag's guarantee. She felt a kind of pride at all the fuss.
She was as ready as any sow for the oven.
Finally Dale returned pushing an ornate cart, with small front wheels and large rear ones. On the side of the cart was a whimsical legend inscribed in fancy lettering "Le Menu". The two chefs who had been attending her lifted the tray handles and slid her onto the waiting cart.
Kimberly felt herself lifted and placed on the tray with a rattle. Her heart began to pound again in anticipation, unsure of what sort of night was ahead of her. She wonder if she and Serge would be back for a Saturday after her time as a sow was over.
Kimberly was pushed out of the kitchen and into the hall. The smell of the roasting sows now quite pungent. It would not be long before they would be ready to serve. All that was needed was for the guests to be given the menu, and Kimberly was the menu.
The blonde sow felt the cart move beneath her. She focused her sight straight ahead, spying the dining room entranceway. She heard the low rumble of conversation.
Soon she was inside the dinning room. The muted candle light flickered on her shiny oiled skin. The first table she was pushed to belonged to an elegant older couple. The woman was elegantly dressed and adorned with fine jewellery, her husband was grey haired with a hint of old Europe about him.
They freely examined her with their eyes but they were too refined to be vulgar. They ordered the mignon, fine cuts of meat from above the rump of the sow.
Kimberly listening to their comments, keeping her eyes forward, trying to remain still and obedient. She was glad that they found her cuts acceptable as she heard Dale take their orders. She guessed they were accustomed to the better things.
The waiter pushed her across the room to a table of younger women, obviously having a girl's night out. One of them giggled when she saw Kimberly, "My god, I didn't know they put makeup on a pig." Her friend promptly elbowed her, telling her not to be stupid.
The blonde heard their words, but remained still, almost statute like. She continued to look straight ahead, wondering what they're celebrating or if they're just out for fun.
"Not bad hams on this one, eh?" one commented.
"Yeah, I think we should share a couple of legs," another one decided.
"Let's," came an agreeing voice.
"How about a breast appetizer?" Dale suggested.
"Geez, this one has more than a mouthful," another pointed as they all laughed at Kimberly's enhanced breasts.
Kimberly felt their eyes on her legs, and wondered which member of the herd in the pen will end up being their meal. The jibes directed towards her did not upset her at all. She was proud of her enlarged breasts, not recalling when she had heard so many remarks before first getting on the Jessica. Inwardly she was grateful to Serge for the help.
Dale noted their order and then saw Vinny at a table with a group of men, one of whom is particularly large and rotund. Vinny is waved Bob over.
Kimberly felt the cart shift, watching as they passed tables going down the aisle, seeing Vinny seated with several other men, feeling her heart race, knowing his establishment's reputation and Serge's was on the line, hoping she was presenting well.
She was wheeled over to the table and put next to the stout man who regarded her naked and bound figure on the platter.
"So this is the demo sow Serge got you in return for one of your sows to process on his machine, eh?" the man called Wentworth smiled.
"Yeah, that's right Mr. Wentworth," Vinny responded.
Kimberly was relieved that her demonstration status was iterated upfront. She reasoned if Vinny was calling this man by a formal title he must be someone important to both Vinny and Serge. She felt Wentworth's body heat and smelled his cologne. She continued to listening, trying to keep her composure.
The man grunted and grabbed hold of the carrot and pulled on it causing her sphincter to bulge. "Heh, too bad we can't have a piece of this ass," he chuckled.
Kimberly suppressed a grunt, her heart fluttering with pride and fear. Years of aerobics were paying off as the vegetable was wiggled against the curves of my bottom on either side of its orange and green body.
"Well, at least not roasted," Vinny offered.
Wentworth snorted out a laugh and let go of the carrot head. "I like the way you think Vincent. After having a belly full of sow it's good to let off a bit of steam." His big meaty hand slapped Kimberly's bottom..
Kimberly snuffled out a breath through her nose at the slap, feeling the warm imprint rise on her slick skin. She remembered the previous night with the businessmen.
He next grabbed hold of the gourd and worked it around a bit against the walls of her sex. "How do you like that little sow? Are you sure you don't want to be my dinner?"
Kimberly squeaked against the apple, feeling her sex tugged and stretched by the movement of the gourd. She realized the tag meant little to him, hearing his chuckles and guffaws, all eyes upon her.
The fat man ran a finger against the lips of her sex, feeling her puffy sweet meat. "So have you picked out the sow your going to give him for our demo?"
"Yeah, there's this dark skin sow we've got that'll do pretty good. She's just a point shy of being a grade A," Vinny replied to the question.
"That's good, cause I don't want a mediocre dinner afterward," Wentworth declared.
Kimberly's eyes went wide upon hearing the declaration, happy for both Serge and the sow also getting her wish. She felt some relief that his machine would likely soon be complete with a new full tester to use.
Wentworth released her sex and grabbed hold of Kimberly's chin. "Are you sure you don't want to ride your friends machine instead?" he asked as everyone at the table laughed. Wentworth took her chin and pushed it up and down in a mock nod of assent. "-Oh look at that, she wants to ride the machine," he declared as the assembly at the table laughed harder.
Kimberly breathed faster, unable to stop him, not wanting to destroy Serge's chances by protesting. She accepted the humiliation as is her role as a sow.
"OK, enough bullshit, let's order some food," Wentworth ordered as the men around the table called out the parts they want to Dale. All of them ordered a fillet, along with some rump, steaks, a leg. A head was ordered as a place setting. As they finished ordering, the head of a particularly comely sow was brought out and put in the centre of the table. It was the head of one of the sows Kimberly shared the cage with. It sat silently on a platter, an apple, like Kimberly's, in it's mouth.
Kimberly was struck by how close she appeared to the centre piece in appearance, and remembered riding the Jessica the first time. She listened Vinny and his guests continue to chuckle and banter before Dale wheeled her away.
The next hour passed quickly as she was paraded from table to table. At each table she was regarded as a sow and nothing more. Some of the guests touched and prodded her. All placed their orders for parts of the sows that Kimberly rubbed elbows with in the cage and were now roasting in the pits.
Kimberly felt fits of heat and chills, and fear and pride as she was wheeled about for the patrons to order off of. She was amazed at how quickly the cycle repeated itself, growing used to it after several more tables had ordered.
When the cart had been to every table, Dale pushed her back into the corridor and into the kitchen. There was bowl of honey mustard sauce on the stainless steel counter. Immediately after their entrance, an oven was opened and a tray rolled out on rollers by chef's assistants. Upon the tray was steaming, glistening, russet coloured, roast sow, decked out much like Kimberly, an apple still clutched in her mouth, her eyes closed, smelling of honey mustard basting as the tray was lifted onto a cart and garnishments were placed beneath the sow.
"That one ready?" a chef in a stove pipe hat asked Dale, pointing at Kimberly.
"Vinnie wants this one in his office first," Dale said non-chalantly.
'First!?' Kimberly's mind screamed at the implications.
"Oh, too bad, the rotisseur is getting a little behind," the kitchen's head responded with a tilt of his head to his frantically working roast cook.
"Sure he wouldn't mind?" the chef persisted.
"He's entertaining tonight," Dale smiled at the inside joke known to all the staff of the restaurant. "This one's a green tag anyway," Dale informed him.
"Oh too bad, would have helped out," the chef shrugged.
"Any other time," Dale shrugged in response.
"Yeah I know, you would if you could," the chef smiled understanding.
Dale handed in a few more orders as the chefs of the kitchen prepared plates, for the dinners, cleavers chopping roasted sows into parts and side orders and garnishes artfully placed about the meat. Seizing the cart's handle he pushed Kimberly out of the kitchen and passed the depopulated pen. The dark skinned sow look at Kimberly's body trussed to the platter as it passes her.
Now able to turn her face and no longer needing to be perfect, Kimberly regarded the dark skinned sow's expression as they entered the much brighter area. She seemed unmoved as Kimberly felt droplets of oils slip off her onto the bed of vegetables.
Dale did not stop by the pen. He pushed Kimberly past the cage toward the door to Vinny's office. Soon they were inside and placed toward one side of the room amongst a large leather couch and several large leather chairs. Dale left her there, alone in Vinny's office with only the heads of a few dozen sows on trophy mountings, sows obviously taken on several of Vinny's 'safari' excursions for company.
Kimberly examined her surroundings for a second time. The first time she had been in the room was to sign the paperwork that placed her there the second time. She examined the sows heads, noting their features, before turning her attention to the remainder of the office, noting the decidedly masculine décor.
After about fifteen minutes voices began to reverberate in the corridor. Vinny, Wentworth, and three associates entered they office and took up places on the furniture, making themselves comfortable, lighting up large cigars.
Kimberly suppressing coughs from the smoke as they sat in the office. She realized she was as much on display as the heads on the walls.
The blonde was largely ignored as the men talked about various business matters, prospects for investments in sow processing equipment and the like. They puffed on their fat cigars and made themselves comfortable.
Kimberly wondered about many things. -About what was going to happen with them, hoping with every fibre of her being that the room she had been taken to the last evening was not in her future. She wondered if they were talking about Serge's machine. She wondered if the sows on the wall were at one time menus for Vinny.
Finally Wentworth rose and walked over to the cart, flicking Kimberly's green tag. "Sure you don't want to trade that in for a red one?" he laughed and rubbed her bottom with his hand.
Kimberly swallowed, her lips smacking around the apple. She took a deep breath, her breasts quivering beneath her. Hearing Wentworth's question, she wondered if she did, musing about being in her position.
Wentworth opened a few buttons on his shirt to relieve the strain of his large stomach. He opened his fly, drawing out his cock. It was almost as fat as he. He stepped closer so he could rub the head of his penis against her face.
Kimberly felt it's thick head. She refused to close her eyes. She was both frightened and excited by her treatment. She wanted to do her best for Serge, to keep them happy.
Vinny rose walked overly. He unfastened the string holding in the bright red apple as Wentworth's cock stiffened, oozing precum.
Kimberly worked her jaws for a moment. Her painted lips quivered, understanding what he wanted. She lay her tongue on her lower lip, looking up expectantly.
Wentworth took a puff on his cigar and then moves forward putting the head of his organ on her lips.
She felt the cockhead press through her lips, sealing them around it. She suckled, her lips smacking against the salty, velvety skin. She looked up at his red and rounded face. As she sucked him she felt someone tugging at the veggies in her orifices. First the carrot was pulled out and then the gourd. She felt her tortured holes gape open, vulnerable and ready for use. She groaned against the cock, her sex puckering, stretched.
As she sucked Wentworth's fat organ, her lips straining against its girth, she was entered from behind. The men who would as soon spit you as sex her, had their way.
Kimberly moaned softly, her sex responding, surprising her as her face rose and fell on the cock, her skin warming and flushed pink. She felt spitted, if only in another way.
As the men pushed against her, the bonds continued to hold her tightly to the platter and in a position to be used. She was taken from both ends, cocks sticking into her mouth and pussy like two ends of a spit
Kimberly imaged the spitting machine, her body shuddering with orgasms. She looked up at Wentworth's face, as he looked at the heads mounted on the walls silently watching them, occasionally glanced down at hers. She felt the man inside her orgasm and spray her full. As he pulled out, his jism dripped down her legs. No sooner than one withdrew, another one of Wentworth's associates entered her. She grunted at the new intrusion, not stopping her nursing of the cock in my mouth, smelling Wentworth's salty musk/
She was freely taken like the sow that she was. Wentworth's large cock in her mouth, thrusting himself into it, dominating it, while his associates took turns with your her other holes.
She moan, her lips smacking, several orgasms rippling through her. She trembled, her mind drifting away on waves of ecstasy, forgetting where she was or what she was to them.
Suddenly Wentworth groaned and a hot blast of jism from his cock cut through her rapture like hot lead. He came like a bull into her mouth and filled it.
She groaned, suckling, gurgling, swallowing madly and greedily, tasting the stuff as it slipped over her tongue and flowed down her throat, hot and delicious.
As Wentworth withdrew, his flood abated she catch a glimpse of Vinny and his cockhead just to the right of your face. Before she could react, his cock head flared open and she caught a rope of hot pearly jism broadside against her face. She felt it splatter agaisnt her, unsure if he got himself ready behind her, or by himself. She heard him chuckle, feeling the sticky stuff slowly slide down her face.
Vinny's turgid shaft leapt again and again and each time it spat out its warm spunk against her helpless face. His cum dripped down her face, streaking her mascara.
Kimberly's eyes fluttered. She felt the glue gum up her eyelid. She blinked her eyes to clear it, swallowing nervously.
The men zipped themselves up and, now spent return to their seats to resume their banter and smoking. They left her there on the platter their juices dripping from your face and orifices..
She listened to their conversation, struck by their clinical nature. She realized she shared that opinion in the past too, only a week before eating here. She knew even as a temporary sow, it was her place, feeling the sex flush continue to radiate from her body.
Dale returned and carted her away. He took Kimberly back into the holding room. Cutting her bonds she was finally free to stand. Dale helped her off of the platter as her limbs were somewhat stiff from being in the same position for several hours.
Kimberly groaned, stretching out her legs. She flexed her shoulders and arms, feeling pins and needles. Reaching up she brushed the residue of Vinny from her face. She swallowed, still tasting cum.
Dale took her arms behind her back and resecured them with twine. Opening the door to the cage he put her back inside. Only fours sows, including the dark skinned one remained.
Kimberly knelt down to take a drink of water before sitting down on one of the benches. She still smeled of sex, and still smelled the musk of the men in her nose.
The dark sow regarded Kimberly as she sat. Two of the sows are indifferent and the third cowered in the corner trembling
"Is she ok?" Kimberly asked with concern, looking at the trembling sow then back to the dark skinned sow.
The dark sow shrugged her shoulders.
The cowering sow overheard her. "OK? What do you think? One minute I'm human, the next I'm on the menu! Oh God, do you think they are comming back for, for, more!?" she wailed desperately.
"I doubt it;" Kimberly expressed helpfully. "- It's not really that bad; honest," Kimberly cooed trying to encourage her. "You get used to it quickly."
"Not that bad? I've been to these places. You end up on a stick. Roasted. Eaten." the sow shot back.
"I know, but they get such pleasure from it," Kimberly nodded, glancing at the dark skinned sow for confirmation.
The new sow looked at Kimberly and noticed her green tag. "Oh, what do you know about it? You're just a tourist. And your friend there is a dumb meat animal." she spat back.
"That's not nice," Kimberly responded, frowning at her. "It's over very quickly."
"Oh, that's comforting," she practically growled with no uncertain sarcasm and placed her head between her knees
Kimberly shrugged, "Good luck," she wished, looking at her with sympathy.
Kimberly let out a soft groan as she crossed her legs, feeling her sore sex.
"Yeah, maybe some rich guy will adopt me as a pet. But somehow I think I'll be in someone's stomach by this time tommorrow," the sow looked at her forlornly.
"I can tell you to try to be nice to Tyrone, the black attendent and be careful around Manuel, the Hispanic one, he's a bit mean," Kimberly advised.
"Yeah? Was Manuel mean to you tonight?" the sow shot back, snickering and sneering, seeing Kimberly's raw sex.
Kimberly blushed modestly at the challenge.
"Ya, well, we're just meat to them," the sow continued, not letting Kimberly responded. "Even the tourists who aren't really meat!"
"You might feel that way, but out there I guarantee you they don't and I'm not a tourist," Kimberly defended herself. "I did this to help a friend"
"Oh, I see. How good of you," the sow responded, still filled with angry sarcasm.
"Six businessmen hanged me last me night, I thought i was going to die!" Kimberly responded in desperate defence before changing her tone, "-Anyways, I'm sorry you were selected because you're not excited about it. Good luck."
"Right. Good luck. But I don't think they would have killed you. It's a really big fine to terminate a green tag, even by accident," the sow continued.
Kimberly shrugged, looking at her with pity. "Maybe you should try to sleep," Kimberly responded, turning away.
The sow groaned and rolled over onto the straw spread over a large quadrant of the cage.
Kimberly let out a deep sigh, swallowing, still tasting cum, remembering her time in the office and the talk of machines and investments, musing about her 2 days.
The other sows, one by one, sauntered over to the straw and found themselves a corner of their own before Kimberly took her own spot, shifting a few times before falling asleep, exhausted after a day of fresh air, sex and display work.
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Well, you've done it again, greeneyes. A new day for Kimberly and she experiences totally new stresses and emotions. She is a different person at the end of Saturday than she was when she signed her name on the contract to become a menu girl.
On the physical side, her body was restrained in difficult and uncomfortable positions for most of the day. Her whole body will be sore on Sunday. Kimberly was also extensively used sexually, although not as much as on Friday; however, her physical responses to the sex she received was much different than from the previous day. On Saturday, she enjoyed it. It certainly was not as rough, but she still had no choice in the matter. Despite that, whether responding to the Auto-Sem or the businessmen, she orgasmed repeatedly. To help out Serge, she even willingly pleased Wentworth and swallowed much more than the shredded remnants of her pride.
Kimberly's physical reactions were the direct result of her change in attitude. From the beginning of the day on Saturday, she began to see life from the perspective of a meat girl. The contributions of the dark-skinned farm-bred meat girl to this change is, indeed, ironic considering the role she will be playing in the testing of the Jessica 3000. As the ordeals of the day progressed, Kimberly actually seemed to transform into a sow. Even her fears of being cooked seemed less immediate as the day wore on. As the acceptance of becoming a sow gained purchase in her mind, she was able to handle the humiliation with greater ease than before. In fact, the intense humiliation she received as friends saw her and commented on her condition while she was being inseminated actually speed up her change of attitude. In Vinny's office, her acceptance of being a sow allowed her to actually enjoy what was happening to her. By the end of the day, Kimberly was actively defending the life and fate of sows, while having her hypocrisy thrown back in her face.
The roller coaster ride hasn't stopped yet. This portion of the track allowed me to sit back, examine, and enjoy the ride more than Chapter 3, but I suspect you'll have me hanging on for dear life once again as you move me into later chapters. You also made this a very sexy story because you allowed us into Kimberly's mind so we could watch her transformation. Excellently conceived and written, once again. My compliments to both you and BBQ Chef for another great installment to this masterpiece.
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Chapter 5
It was the next morning and there was the sound of men talking outside of the pen. Kimberly yawed, her eyes fluttering open, as she listened.
"Hey there sleepy sow," Serge smiled, standing on the there other side of the bars looking down at Kimberly.
Hearing the familar voice, Kimberly let out a sigh of relief. "Hi!" she responded brightly, sitting up, smiling back at him. She struggled to kneel with her wrists still bound. After a few seconds, she made it to her knees to face him.
"Theres not much going on here until this evening so Vinny is letting you off a little early," he announced, knowing she would appreciate the news.
"Oh that's a relief," she smiled, before glancing at the trough through the bottom of the bars. "Is there any breakfast? I'm so hungry!" she gushed out a moan.
"Let's get you out of there and we can have some bacon or sausage and eggs," he suggested, holding the bars, looking at her.
"'K',," she nodded with a smile, getting to her. She was suprised that she was not even the slightest bit embarassed, before glancing down at her form. "I might need to shower," indicating the dust that covered her.
Serge called Manuel over and he opened the pen's door for Kimberly. "Well I can hose you down first if you like or you can use the shower in Vinny's office"
"Whichever!" she said, smiling with so much enthusiasm that she shook her head from side to side as she stepped out to freedom.
"OK then, step over here," Serge intructed, taking her by the arm and leading her over to the tiled area with a drain. He turned on the hose and adjusted it so that it was pleasantly warm before beginning to hose her down.
"Mmmmm....ohhhhh...thanks......" Kimberly moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure, turning as the water sprays over her. She smiled at the pleasant warmth, happy to be returning to human status again. She licked her lips, feeling the 2 days of activity being washed away.
Serge put the hose aside for a moment and took a large bottle of soap and squirted it on her. Seizing a long handled brush, he scrubbed her lightly, massaging her muscles with the bristles. Returning to the hose he rinsed the soap away, asking if she felt better as he completed cleaning her.
"Oh yeah!" she smiled at his question. The water was refreshing, she before him proudly as he finished.
"I must say you make for quite the fine sow," he said, his eyes sweeping over her glistening form.
"Thanks!" she giggled with unabashed pride.
"Well, we can wait until 3 or we can get you back to human status now if you like?" he chuckled with his mock offer.
"Mmmm," she began, musing thoughtfully, looking up to the ceiling. "I think I want my clothes back!" she laughed, rolling her eyes at his offer. "-Not that it wasn't fun-mostly anyways," she admitted, not mentioning Manuel just yet.
"Are you sure? We can make it a permanent thing if you like," he offered with a chuckle and sideways glance as he lead her over to the inspector's desk where a box awaited them.
"I'm sure you could!" she giggled as strutted across the room. "My things?" she asked, seeing the familiar box.
"Yes, now hold still," Serge instructed, taking hold of her ear tag and removing it. He tossed it onto the desk. Picking up a pair of small cutters he freed her wrists of the twine.
"Ohhhhh, thanks," she groaned, rubbing her wrists and arms. Her shoulders began to relax after being drawn back. After the first bout of pins and needles subsided, she opened the box.
"So, I can wait outside while you get dressed. You're not a sow anymore you know and you might like some privacy," he offered, walking her to Vinny's office door.
"Thank you," she nodded, waiting for him to leave before opening the box and starting to dress. She started with her panties, marvelling at their texture before continuing with the rest of my outfit, ending with my shoes. She looked around for a moment, at the chairs and the desk, and the place the cart occupied the night before, blowing out a breath in memory. She took one last glance at the trophies before emerging from the office and finding Serge looking into the pen of sows.
"Hi," she smiled and giving him a quick hug.
Serge returned the hug. "Thanks for doing this. Want to see what your good works got us?"
"Sure," she nodded, imagining everything that she did over the weekend in an instant.
Serge walked Kimberly over to the cage near the dark sow. "You; sow, come here," he demanded firmly.
The dark haired sow reflexively rose and came to the bars.
"I am your owner sow and this is your mistress," Serge declared, as the sow averted her glance.
"I hope my meat pleases you greatly," she offered.
Kimberly did a double take, taking a second to clue in, "Oh?- Oh! - Wow!" Kimberly marvelled looking at Serge.
He nodded at Kimberly smiling, before turning back to the sow again. "You have two more sleeptimes sow and then we will make a feast of you."
"I live only to be on your table master," the sow responded.
"Yes," Serge smiled, looking back at Kimberly. "So what do you think, making a meal of your cell mate here?"
Kimberly was resisting the urge to place her hands at the small of my back in the presense of the sow, the last two days had become habit forming. She hesitated a moment, catching Serge's look, "-Wow, I'm still getting used to it!" she looked at Serge with astonishment, smiling with disbelief.
"Yes, just think, less than 30 minutes ago you were in there with her. You were as she is. And now you are part owner. And Tuesday night she'll be in your stomach," he nodded with satisfaction.
"It's amazing," Kimberly replied, running a hand through her damp curls, trying to keep them from knotting up on her. "Are we taking her with us for breakfast?" she asked innocently, looking at the sow.
Serge burst out laughing. "No, no. Vinny's going to hold on to her for us. Jeez, I can just see the three of us having a polite breakfast"
Kimberly blushed and giggled sheepishly, "Well, I didn't know," she stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
"You don't want to feed them meat and eggs either. She's going to be fed that fruit gruel until we use her. Isn't that right sow? You want to taste good for your masters?" Serge asked, looking at the sow.
"It is my only purpose in life to be the best meat for my masters," came the reply
"She's definitely committed to it," Kimberly nodded; after being in the herd for two days, she knew the sow was speaking truthfully.
"It's all she's ever known. She is raised as meat and has been mentally conditioned to be more than alright with it"
"She's definitely that," Kimberly agreed, putting her hands on her hips.
"- In fact her training and rearing conflates her response to being a meat animal with her sexual response," he informed, reaching through the bars and stickomg a finger into her sex. The sow gasped lightly as he pulled out my finger all wet with her excitement. "See?" he offered Kimberly a look.
"I know!" Kimberly exclaimed, feeling her own clitoris buzz almost reflexively, flushing as if he could tell.
Serge look at Kimberly and then at the sow and licked his finger clean. "I'm sure your meat will make a fine banquet for your masters."
The sow bowed her head and Kimberly sensed a slight tremor of an orgasm flash through her body.
"Pretty good huh? A real natural," he declared poking Kimberly a little in the side with his elbow.
"Y-yes," Kimberly stuttered, not sure whom he was addressing for a moment. "-I'm just glad to be wearing clothes again Serge," she breathed, changing the subject.
Serge heartily laughed again, "Yes, well, the life of a sow isn't for everyone."
"It's definitely interesting," she nodded in agreement. "I couldn't believe how many Vinny goes through! I almost became one myself!" she exclaimed with exasperation
"Yes, Vinny does quite a business," he began before stopping in mid-sentence, his hand going to Kimberly's upper arm with alarm and concern. "How did that happen? Didn't they know you were a green tag? It's as plain as day," he declared, looking into her eyes.
"Ummm, I think I'll tell you over breakfast, rather than right here," she replied, glancing around with a touch of anxiety.
"Okay," he relented, seeing her discomfort. Placing a hand on her back he directed her out of the holding area as the dark sow took her place again on the bench.
"I think what you have planned with make it easier for them when you get your ideas accepted and completed," Kimberly said to Serge, referring to the sows they left behind.
"Yes, well, the spitting process will definitely be better. But of course since we'll get more live spittings they will have to endure the heat of the pits more often than not," he responded, walking beside her, bumping into her gently, the confinement of the corridor making it difficult for two to walk abreast.
"That's true," she nodded in agreement, letting him gently direct her as they walked through the restaurant. She recalled her time on the tray the previous night and being walked around the night before. Her mind dwelled on how Serge had bent her to examine her fillet and fondle her breasts before ordering. He was such a mystery.
Serge directed them out onto the empty patio. The pair took their seats and Dale arrived to take their order.
"Hi folks. I've got some pretty good bacon and eggs this morning," he offered courteously.
Kimberly fell silent expecting Dale to hook a ring to her collar and take her away again. "Umm," she began, looking at Dale, too flustered to find her words.
"Hey Dale; get us a couple of plates of the bacon and eggs and some juice and coffee," Serge ordered, taking care of things.
"Sure thing," Dale nodded sauntering off like there was nothing strange about the situation.
"This oil you put in me is really lasting," Kimberly commented off-handedly, glancing down at my chest before nervously looking after Dale.
"Yes, it'll take most of the week to fade away," he said, looking at her chest before looking up at her slightly paniced expression as she looked at Dale disapear inside. "Relax, you're the honored guest now. Not the "Guest of Honor""
"Oh my gawd! I lost my voice there for a second!" Kimberly exclaimed, leaning forward with exasperation.
"As far as Dale is concerned you are a fellow citizen, which you are," Serge reassured her.
Kimberly sighed and smiled a little relieved at Serge's words. "Did he recognize me?" she asked, glancing at the closed door to the interior of the restaurant.
"Oh he knows exactly who you are, but it would be impolite to ever bring that up," Serge replied, giving her a lesson in etiquette.
"He really is the classiest guy here," she said, recalling the weekend. "Well, other than you," she smiled.
"Thanks;" he feigned the tipping a non-existant hat.
"- But what was that Friday night Mister? Hmmm?" she demanded with a giggle.
"Now, now, it's impolite to discuss these things. That was then and this is now," Serge chidded.
"I suppose," Kimberly nodded, relenting. "-I do have to drop by a pharmacy after that invention your friend tried out," she declared, remembering the previous day.
"-Oh, that? It was shooting irradiated blanks. He's going to do pretty good for himself with that invention."
"Oh!" she smiled with relief. "That's good," she nibbled her lower lip. "It was good," she admitted candidly, nodding and remembering.
"Yes, very stimulating I'm told. Part of it's function. Makes the sow very receptive to the payload," Serge continued, all very business-like.
Kimberly blushed at the statement, "I guess," she murmured, uncrossing and recrossing her legs under the table.
Dale returned with some cups and set them up in front of them before taking his coffee pot and filling them. "Breakfast will be out shortly," he smiled.
"Thank you," Kimberly said, finding her voice.
"You're welcome ma'am," replied before leaving them.
"Yes, it's going to make breeding sows much more efficient. One operator with a dozen of these things can inseminate a herd of 100 sows in about 2 hours," Serge smiled, continuing the discussion.
"That's amazing!" Kimberly marveled, remembering the thing inside of her. "It wasn't bad at all I guess," she admitted, picking up her coffee after adding some sweetner.
"Yes, the operator just walks from sow to sow, applies it and then by the time he gets to the twelveth sow he's ready to go back and reload the first one and use it on the next sow in line."
"And yours will do how many an hour?" Kimberly smiled with encouragement.
"Well, It'll have to be fast to keep up with the rate the farms will be pumping them out won't it?" he chuckled.
"I guess!" Kimberly beamed at him, "But it will be great! A lot faster and better than the hand spitting," she declared before remembering their previous conversation. "-As I was saying about my tag in there and almost ending up cooked," she glanced about not seeing Manuel.
"You did?" he asked, leaning forward slightly. "That would have been an expensive mistake."
"Yes," she nodded. "I guess one of the attendents must be dyslexic, he took my 68 for 86. They took me to the back and everything! - It was a little scary there for a few minutes!"
"Wow, close call. I guess you really got a real taste of what a sow goes through. - At least an unconditioned sow. A conditioned one would have been sticking her ass in the air begging for it," he said knowingly.
"Well I guess she would yes," she laughed nervously. "-And yes it was like that.
"Well, I'm glad they caught the mistake," he nodded. "But still," he began, he chuckling and breaking the tension, :"-I'm sure you would have made a wonderful roast."
"Hah hah hah," she shook her head and rolled her eyes in response.
"Well, I hate to ask for another favor so soon after your ordeal but it would be a great help. Actualy two favors."
Kimberly's eyes fluttered with disbelief. "Two favours?"
"Well one of them is a favour, the other one is more of a business oportunity for you," he proposed.
"Okay?" she asked, cocking her head to one side.
Serge smiled sheepishly and started talking. "Well, they are going to be installing the Jessica here tommorrow night and I need a little help from you with that."
"Uh huh?" she responded, her eyes wide with question.
"Um, you remember how you helped me with the alignment test back at my workshop?"
"Yes?" she responded, the memory never far from her thoughts.
"I need to run another alignment on it when it's installed and I was, uh, hoping?" he asked, his question trailing off.
"-That I would do it again?" she replied, licking her lips.
"In a word - yes," he looked at her hopefully.
Kimberly spat out a choked laugh of disbelief, "Well Serge," she began. "I will on two conditions," she paused, playing with her fork.
"Sure thing," he countered.
"First, I don't get spitted!" she said, half serious half teasing. "I'm not a sow."
"Oh well, you know me. Er, I wouldn't .. um, no" Serge stammered.
"Ok," she paused, making sure her most important concern was addressed, "And second that you'll be there for this test."
"Oh, yes. I'm running the test personally. No one else needs to be there actually," he informed her, glad her conditions were so easily taken care of.
"Then," she paused for a moment, enjoying her power, "Okay." She smiled with inner delight, feeling her button buzz at the thought of being filled again.
"Now as for the second, um, proposition," Serge began anew, pressing her while she was still in an agreeable mood.
"Uh huh? Yes?" she nodded.
"You remember the elderly gent with the insemination device?" he asked, knowing she did.
"Yes, that was quite an afternoon," she nodded.
"He was wondering if we could combine a demo of his device as part of the Jessica demo."
"Hmmm; how?" she asked, trying to picture it.
"Well, um, he was thinking that we could use a demo sow in , um, a standard sow milking station set up next to the, um, Jessica. All the bigwigs will be there anyway. Sort of spitting two sows with one rod as it, um, were," he stammered, pitching the idea.
"Oh, so you two want to put me on display like on Saturday afternoon?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest defensively.
"Again, in a word..yes. He's willing to cut you in on a stock deal though. He's going to make a lot of money with this thing and you could have a piece," Serge offered.
Kimberly wondered how she left him with such a strong impression. "Well, that's intriguing for sure," Kimberly stalled, considering the proposal.
"Well, you did a really good job as a demo sow for the restaurant you know. They had a banner weekend," he said, gesturing with his hands for emphasis.
Kimberly giggled and flushing with suprise, "Really?" She rocked back in her chair, unconciously thrusting her breasts forward beneath her white t-shirt.
"Sure thing. You really helped move the meat here, really put the patrons in a buying mood," he continued, seeing his words meet with some success.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, smiling with pride, running a hand through her hair. "Well, that is a very attractive offer," she mused.
"I think it will be a good payday. Now you'll have to do another temporary conversion for the demo though," he supplied informatively.
"Oh, that was my next question. When does that take place?"
"Well the alignment test is tommorrow night and the spitting demo is Tuesday night," he said, gazing at her expectantly.
Kimberly crossed her legs under the table, her tights growling. Her foot bounced out in the aisle between the tables, as she anxiously considered another conversion. "Mmhmm?"
"So you'll need to be converted for Tuesday late afternoon and evening. A few hours should do. You'll be released right before dinner is served," he explained, continuing to gesture with his hands.
"Oh I see," she nodded in understanding. "-So sometime Tuesday afternoon?"
"Yes," he smiled.
"Okay I guess," she shrugged, feeling butterflies of nervousness.
"What time do you need me here for tomorrow?" she asked.
"You're a real sport Kim," he declared with a smile.
"When do you get off work?"
Kimberly half laughed with sarcasm, "Yes; a real sport. - Three normally, do I need to take a half day on Tuesday?"
"No, that's good. If you can make it here by 4 that would be great!" he responded with unconcealed enthusiam and relief.
"Okay, she nodded, "That should be easy enough.
"Good, and same time tommorrow night for the allignment test," he persisted.
"Four PM? Okay," she nodded, munching on her toast.
"Yes, indeed," he smiled with triumph.
Kimberly shook her head with good natured disbelief at his grin.
Serge grinned even wider.
"You're loving this," she pointed in a playful accusatory manner.
"Well, you can always so no, you know," he smiled, crossing his arms, knowing now that she wouldn't.
"I know, but I'm actually kind of excited about it and for you," she paused before gushing. "You're creating history Serge!"
"And you're helping in a big way." he smiled with a nod of appreciation.
"How many more sows will be live spitted now, what is it? 75% for hand spitting? Your machine will make that number much higher! And how fast can a spitter work?" she asked, excitedly firing off questions before he could even answer.
"Yes, not only a higher success rate but more sows per hour. Over four times more," he said with some pride.
"Wow! See? That's significant," she declared before a thought struck her. "Ummm," she paused. "Serge' you know that video you took of me the first time? Did you send that off to Hills Meats and to the other investors?" She glanced downwards then back up at him.
"They don't have a copy but I've shown it to them," he replied honestly, gritting his teeth, hoping their whole deal wasn't just blown by this new information.
"Oh I see," she nodded slowly. "Well, I guess you would have had to," she reasoned slowly.
"Yes, they were very impressed," he informed her.
"They were?" she brightened. "Well I guess they must have if they're coming Tuesday," wondering if she wouldl be recognized with her conversion.
"Yes. When we do the brochure I'd like you to be in it," he continued, adding to her incentives.
"Really?" she asked catching her breath. "Will they recognize me do you think?"
"I'm not sure. These guys see a thousand sows in a day so I'm not sure," he repeated himself.
"Yes, I suppose," she agreed, partly relieved, partly disapointed. She took a sip of her coffee.
"Don't worry. As far as they are concerned you are just another sow. Grade A maybe, but nothing more special than that. No need to be modest about it"
Kimberly nibbled her lower lip to supress a smile of relief and pride, "Okay; good. It's a bit late for that anyways I suppose," she giggled.
"True," Serge agreed, remembering his trips to pitch his invitation, showing pieces of the tape to various packer research and development staffs.
"I don't know how many times my filet sold this weekend!" she remarked at her temporary conversion and the public's perception of her form. "I mean, my you know," she hesitated, catching her breath.
"Well, they sold every fillet they had. I think it was something like 4 or 5 dozen," he supplied, giving her credit.
"Oh wow!" she smiled with pride.
"Yup," he nodded, glad she was happy about it.
"Well, thank you for breakfast Serge," she smiled, her heart beating a little faster, about to burst with pride and trying to control her emotions. She plucked her napkin from her lap and dabbed her lips, readying to leave.
"OK, let's get you home," he aceeded.
Serge walked her to his car and held her door for her to get in before walking around to get in himself and start the car. They drove out of the restaurant parking lot down the street. Kimberly caught a glimspe of a group of guys on the sidewalk that were at the restaurant the two nights before.
"Hey;" Kimberly interjected, looking out the window at the group and then over at Serge "Those guys were at the restaurant last night; they were customers."
"Happy customers I'm sure," Serge smiled at her.
Kimberly flushed and giggled, "I guess so." She glanced over at them again as they drove past and were soon at her house.
"Thanks for the ride Serge," she smiled smoothing his arm. "See you tomorrow then?"
"Yes, and thank you for getting us our sow for Tuesday night. It really means a lot."
"Sure," she smiled and got out, slamming the door and waving one last time before going inside her home.
Serge waved as he drove off, considering his next two days.
Kimberly entered her house, walking in and kicking off her shoes as soon as she got through the door. She let out a long sigh running a hand through her hair, trying to decide what she wanted to do first. Two nights of living as a sow and sleeping in the pen had left her sore. Making her decision she went straight to work, beginning to run a hot bath before beginning to strip. She wrapped a towel around herself and lit some scented candles, before going to look for a bottle of wine.
Finding a bottle she poured a glass and carried it along with the bottle to the bath. The water continued to rumble as it poured out of the tap into the rapidly growing pool in the depth of the tub. She considered the bottles of bath oil on the ledge about the tub but remembering the last evening's basting, decided against them.
Taking a deep breath and inhaling the vanilla scent of the candles she sipped the wine, enjoying the warmth as it seaped into her. Letting out a soft groan, she set the glass on the side of the tub and slipped into the warm water, letting it steal over her and do from the outside what the wine was doing from the inside.
She looked down at herself in the water as her skin shone slick from beneath it. Running her hands down her thighs she recalled how many had touched her, the customers, the staff, the others, Serge. It amazed her as she leaned back, resting her head against her bath pillow. Rubbing some of the warm water on the tops of her arms and up to her shoulders. Closing her eyes she sat for many long moments taking long slow breaths, letting the water take her away from the weekend and all its events. Being a sow was certainly an eye opening experience. She wondered about what her friends would be saying after they had seen her yesterday, she was sure that she was not the latest topic for gossip. She hadn't even checked her messages yet to see if anyone had called. Dunking her head under the water she came up with her hair slicked to her scalp. Serge was also on her mind. She hoped that everything went well for him on Tuesday. What he had planned for the next evening sent a shiver through her even as she thought of getting back on the machine. She could feel the spit even now. Her hand strayed down to touch her delicate folds used, so many times over the weekend.
Serge puzzled her, he called her sow several times but also called her a lady. He had more than ample chance to take advantage of her status but only touched her as he would any other menu, rather than being with her. It really puzzled her. She was thrilled that his big chance was going forward and that she could help, but it left her wondering. She wondered about herself too, why was she doing this? Was it friendship? Was it more? She didn't think it was more. Was it the chance to be famous or to be the centre of attention? She never knew what he was thinking about her. She touched the underside of her enhanced bustline, admitting to herself that she did like the look that his machine had made possible. Closing her eyes she sighed, letting the warm water soak into her, soothing her tired muscles.
Only after her third adding of hot water to keep the bath warm did Kimberly get out. The water had wrinkled her fingers and toes but only for a few moments as she went to her CD player to replace the soft instrumental that had soothed her in the tub to a copy of Women & Songs. She fixed her hair, it had taken a lot of abuse since the perm on Thursday. She looked at her body in the mirror as she leaned against the counter. She profiled herself and received a jolt of pleasure at what she saw. Her heart nearly burst as she came to realize what so many had seen this weekend and what had sold so much meat. She felt very desireable and pretty. Rather than fritter away the remainder of the day she decided to get dressed into something very feminine and go for a walk to see and be seen in her neighbourhood. It would be nice after being penned for two days. The idea of walking around in public seemed like a treat after the wrists bonds and collars. She did her make-up before getting dressed.
Dressing in her most delicate and prettiest panties, soft white summer dress with tiny prints upon it, matching white heels and tan hose to had to her feminity, Kimberly dabbed some perfume behind her ears and on her wrists, before adding a string of pearls around her neck. Even though their weight was not pleasant after the noose of Friday evening, she was willing to put up with a little discomfort for the full effect of her outfit.
She checked her messages before leaving. There were ones from Kerry and Shannon, of different tones. She figured she would deal with them tomorrow. She did see one from her sister and returned it.
Kimberly's older sister Patricia and mother had both already been selected in the lottery, it was only she, her younger sister angela, and her dad left. They were quite close and Kimbery explained to her sister what she had done that weekend and why. Her sister was startled but grateful for the rendition of her adventure as a demonstration sow. Her questions were many and Kimberly did her best to answer them all. Kimberly ended the conversation by telling Angela, that she wanted to give her fair warning to in case something happened or she came to a decision about her status in the future. The last words she said suprised her, but she put it down as being prudent and the after effects of living as a sow, she wasn't quite herself just yet.
Leaving her house, Kimberly went for a walk in the sunny autumn afternoon. The air was pleasant and just warm enough that she didn't need a sweater. Meeting several of her neighbours on her walk, they were compelled to look twice, not recognizing her as a busty blonde, a reaction that made her giggle with delight. She had fun with the mild bit of deception, allowing herself to enjoy the attention and compliments directed her way. She kept secret how her bustline grew, but none of them were discourteous enough to ask. She did not of course discuss her time at Squeal of the Pig, she did have to live in the neighbourhood she reminded herself.
After her walk and several conversations with fascinated neighbours, Kimberly returned home and smelled the delicious smell of herbs, spices and cooking meat wafting from her neighbour's yard into hers. Saying hello, she found herself invited to her neighbour Gene's barbecue.
He was a nice older gentlemen, retired, a scholar and renaissanceman, who was now married to his 6th wife, the previous five all ending up on a dinner plate, either his or through the lottery. His lovely wife Janice, an auburn haired beauty was taking care of the refreshments while he minded the grill.
"Well hello dear," he boomed, smiling as Kimberly entered their property. "We hardly recognized you with your new hair."
"Thank you. I heard blondes had more fun and I wanted to find out," she quiped, stepping onto their patio, the leather soles of her heels scrapping as she crossed it.
"I could have told you that dear," Gene joked flirtaeously, looking up at her from his chair and over his specticles.
"Now what else have you done to yourself?" he asked, getting up to gently take her forearm and turn her for a better sight.
Kimberly just smiled and flushed, exchanging a glance with his wife. She had lived next to Gene for 4 years now and his attentions were always flattering.
"Hmmm," he mused, "I'm not sure, but maybe by the time it's time to eat we'll figure it out," he smiled, gesturing to a chair.
"Can I get you something to drink? Lemonaide? Wine? A beer?" Janice offered as Kimberly seated herself, daintly pulling the hem of her skirt over her legs, her knee peaking out from beneath its soft material.
"Wine would be lovely," Kimberly smiled as Janice disapeared.
"So have you had a good weekend?" Gene asked, turning his chair more to face her.
"Oh yes, a very busy one, I'm a bit sore around the neck," she admitted, reaching up to touch the back of it and wincing.
"Just the way you winced there doesn't appear good at all," Gene tutted, shaking his head sympathetically.
"Gene gives the best massages," Janice declared, emerging from the house with a tray, having heard the entire conversation through the kitchen window beyond.
"Does he?" Kimbelry smiled at her, and received a nod in response. "Okay," she shrugged, then winced again at her sore shoulders.
"You have had a busy weekend, too many of those aerobic dance classes?" Gene asked, rising from his chair to stand behind her.
Kimberly felt his rough, wizened hands touching the clasp of her pearl necklace, taking it off. She knew he could see right now her decolletage, but after the weekend she had, that circumstance was positively tame.
She sighed with contentment, feeling his leathery hands firmly press into the tense muscles at the top of her neck and in slow, unhurried passion follow the gentle curve of her graceful neck down to her shoulders, working the knots out as he went. She gasped a few times, and groaned, tensing as a particularly tense knot was worked out.
"How is that dear?" he asked, finishing after many minutes had passed and Janice had taken over at the grill as they cooked breasts for supper.
"Oh much better Gene, thank you," Kimberly smiled, half-turning her head to face him, grunting in discomfort, but still able to see him. She allowed him to replace her necklace, enjoying the gentle attentions and human warmth.
"Not at all dear," he smiled having enjoyed it almost as much as she. He retook his seat and retrieved his drink to regard her and his wife.
"The breasts are coming along fine dear," Janice said to Gene.
"Yes they are," Gene said, glancing at the grill before looking back at Kimberly with a smile.
Kimberly enjoyed the meal with her neighbours, feeling her humanity return with each bite of her meal and sip of wine. They talked for some time following the meal before saying good night. Kimberly returned to her home and laid out her pink skirt suit for the next day, thinking it particularly feminine and delicate compared to her weekend excursion's manner of being. Although she thought she would have trouble sleeping, two nights of sleeping in the pen and vigorous days and evenings as a demonstration sow left her exhausted and ready for sleep...
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Chapter 5 was a much-needed change of pace from the first four chapters; a breather to allow Kimberly and us a chance to adjust to all that has happened to her.
Once freed from her temporary conversion, she re-experiences being human again and revels in her femininity. Kimberly has undergone profound changes, though. The modesty she had over being nude in front of strangers is completely gone. Her pride in her body is at an all-time high. She is a much more sexual being now. And the memory of being entered by the spit on the Jessica 3000 has become an even more potent and seductive force in her life. The idea of being a sow is very real for her; it continually intrudes on her thoughts and becomes more and more powerful in her mind.
This interlude gives us a chance to see all those changes in action. We also see the devious ways in which the plot will be developing. We've all had a chance to catch our collective breath. The roller coaster has been travelling on level track for a while, I'm just waiting for the wild ride to continue as it plunges down on me once again.
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Chapter 6
Kimberly considered her work day as she drove to the Squeal of the Pig. It had been bewildering and a little flattering, and left her in the spot-light. Kerry, whom has seen her Saturday afternoon, was surprisingly interested in learning about the whole experience, wanting her to attend her economics and business classes to discuss the meat industry from an insider's view. The home economics teacher wanted her to attend as a guest to discuss the preparation of pork. The guidance counsellor wanted her to give a video testimony for the schools futures program, hoping to entice some graduates to volunteer based upon her experience in the herd. The principal made the request that she consider being the staff Christmas party dinner, something that shocked her more than flattered her. She was compelled to vigorously explain that she was only doing a brief stint as a demonstration sow to assist a friend with an unspecified project. Her explanation did not convince her male colleagues as they made jokes and remarks in her directions encouraging her to reconsider. The questions from her students were so many that all she could do was answer questions all class, the more inappropriate ones being referred to the vice-principal for their inappropriateness.
Stopping her car in the parking lot of the restaurant, she felt the butterflies fluttering about in her stomach. She could barely keep from smiling with delight at the ride she was about to take, but it was tempered with fear. Fear that a mistake could occur and she would end up spitted for real. It made it very exciting, and terribly nerve wracking.
Getting outs, she strode through the parking lot to the front doors. She steadied herself with a deep breath, recognizing Serge's car before opening the customer entrance and going in.
Serge was at the back of the dining area, near the empty roasting pit the restaurant used to display a single roaster on occasion. The restaurant was not normally open Mondays or Tuesdays. The Jessica gleamed under the overhead lights and the failing light of the day. Next to the Jessica was a sow milking station oriented so the occupant could see the spitting machine.
Kimberly caught her breath at the sight of the machine, pins and needles in her hands and feet. She saw Serge look up and smiled and waved hello.
"Hi!" she called, out, licking her lips. She walked between the rows of tables on the main aisle towards him, the click of her footfalls on the floor echoing through the nearly empty hall.
Serge returned the wave. "Hey there. Glad you could make it. I'm almost ready," he smiled, examining the oil level in the spit ram.
"Oh?" she asked, approaching him more closely, her eyes darting over the Jessica and then to the milking station then back to the Jessica's spits before settling on him. She smiled and fidgeted in anticipation.
Beyond the Jessica and the milking station was a cleared area for the dignitaries to stand and watch. Beyond the cleared area a bare banquet table ready to be set up for the guests and their roasted sow.
"Well what do you think? Some trimmings on the table and we'll be ready for the big show," he smiled, clasping his hands together in anticipation.
"Yes," she began to comment, "It looks very nice," she nodded, clutching her purse before her. "Are you excited?" she smiled at him encouragingly.
"Very nervous actually. If this does not come off it could set me back a year or two and there is competition out there yapping at my heels," he grimaced, absent mindedly picking up a rag to polish the already gleaming steel surface of the machine.
"Oh Serge," she soothed, stepping closer to smooth his arm, "-Everything is going to go fine," she said, hoping she was right. "Is there anything I can do?" she offered hopefully.
"Thanks," Serge smiled, setting the rag down and accepting her touch of sympathy. "Yes, you could get ready for your ride on the Jessica," he smiled at her expectantly.
"Hah!" she scoffed, rolling her eyes at his transformation. "I guess yes;" she paused, "I could do that. "She smiled and nodded. "I've been thinking about it all day. Should I change in the back where I did before?" she asked, glancing in the direction of the kitchen and holding room.
"Sure, if you'd be more comfortable doing that. There's no conversion involved in this tonight," he supplied.
"Well that's a relief!" she giggled softly. "I'll be back in a second," she said before turning and striding down the corridor leading to the kitchen and holding areas. She looked at the trophies on the wall as she walked they fascinated her. Reaching the pen area, she stepped into the dim of the room onto the tiled floor and began to undress.
Undoing her blouse and releasing her breasts, she smiled a secret smile to herself, knowing in moments she would ensure her enhanced bustline again. Stepping out of her heels, she shivered, feeling the recent memory of her conversion flood through her; the cool of the tiles beneath her feet bringing it all back. She paused for an instant to glance around to see if anyone was watching before carefully completely her disrobing and folding her things neatly to redress. Spying a piece of twine for tying wrists and wondering if Serge remembered to bring one, she picked it up to bring along.
Glancing at the cage, she spied a solitary figure in the cage. There was a creak as the sow shifted her weight as she sat passively on the bench.
"Hello again," Kimberly called out, going to the bars to see her.
The sow looked up at her, confused, unsure if she was a mistress or another naked sow.
"We were in the pen together this weekend," she began to explain, "My friend, - I mean master," she corrected, using a term the sow would understand, "Bought you for a dinner tomorrow night. - We're just getting ready for it," he continued to explain..
A look of recognition appeared on the sows face and then she bowed her head. "Yes, I am instructed that I have one more sleep before my special day. Is today your special day?" she asked innocently.
Kimberly was struck by the question and licked her lips, before stammering out a response, "No, not today," her heart racing with a tinge of anxiety. "But I will see you tomorrow night. Is there anything you need?"
"I need nothing but my final reward. I am told my special day is extra special and that is enough for me. I hope to please my master and his guests greatly tomorrow," she responded simply and purely.
"You will," Kimberly nodded, "I'll be back in a little while," the blonde smiled and beginning to turn away. After the brief chat with the sow, she was beginning to feel natural in her nudity again, her current surroundings not as threatening as when she first walked through the receiving door.
The sow watched her leave. Her hand went to her sex, pleasuring herself, her thoughts on how she would be the best sow for her master the following evening.
"Hey;" Kimberly called out with a smile, walking back out into the dining room nude, holding only the piece of twine.
"Great!" Serge smiled at her enthusiasm and delicious sight. "The Jessica is ready for you. Let me get those for you," he offered, reaching out for the twine and taking it. He pulled Kimberly's arms behind her. He gathered her wrists together and tied them.
Kimberly grunted softly, her eyes going wide. She felt his firm tug on her wrists, jostling slightly. "Wow;" she marvelled, blowing out a nervous breath.
"There you go, just like a real sow. Now lets get you on the mark," he directed, pointing towards the spitting machine.
Kimberly turned to smile at him with a mixture of enthusiasm, pride, and sexual excitement. Her sex was already warm and damp.
Serge took her by the upper arm and positioned her between the machine's two components. "There you go, just stand right here."
"Ok, just like the last time," she nodded in agreement and swallowed nervously. Her arm tingled warmly where his hand was previously.
Serge stepped back and took the controller in hand. "Ready?" he asked, looking at her from behind.
"Ready," she responded, looking over her shoulder at him and smiling. The caught sight of the spit gleaming out of the corner of her eye, before turning back to face towards the machine.
Serge's thumb depressed a button and a bar swung into the back of Kimberly's knees, compelling her forward and into a kneeling position onto the machine.
Kimberly grunting then smiled with anticipation, kneeling up on the machine. "Wow Serge; I've got butterflies;" she remarked breathily before grunting again feeling herself pressed from behind again.
A second bar pushed her back, forcing her down onto the machine. Her head landed on the chin rest and her breasts fell to either side of the narrow chest pad. The continued to hold and press her there as Serge quickly buckled a leather strap behind her neck. It pressed her head down snugly into position. A second band was pulled across her back and tightened forcing her down into the padded chest rest.
"Ohhh," Kimberly gasped softly, feeling the bands pulled snug, holding her in place. She licked her lips listening, feeling the pads beneath her knees.
The machine hummed and whirred and the blonde felt the bar behind her knees pulling her legs forward. Kimberly's knees were forced apart at the same time they were drawn forward. Her bottom became extremely exposed as well as the pouch of her half open sex.
"Mmmmph," she groaned, her eyes fluttering, feeling herself opened. "So far so good?" she asked, panting softly.
The machine pulled drawing Kimberly to itself, hugging her like a passionate lover, opening you and exposing her. It stopped for a moment.
"Yes, looks good," Serge responded, setting down the controller as he surveyed the test so far. "Let me check a few things before I engage the next part of the cycle."
"Okay," she responded, taking a deep breath, feeling her breasts dangling below her. She wondered what he was looking at.
Serge walked over to her and fumbled with his laser alignment tool for a second as he knelt and eyeballed the spit driver's trajectory and its target He watched the red beam penetrate the warm, glistening folds of her open sex, illuminating it in its red light. "Alignment looks perfect," he nodded.
"Good," she sighed with relief, not fancying an off trajectory test.
Serge stepped back and retrieved the controller. There was loud clang as a spit was dispensed and locked into the driver.
"Oh the spit?" Kimberly questioned.
"Yes," was Serge's simple reply. It was only a moment until motor spun and it started moving the spit toward Kimberly's upturned hips.
Kimberly heard it hum, and begin to click as it moved forward. Her heart pounded, feeling vulnerable and exposed. In moments she felt the cold hard tip begin to part her waiting sex lips. Simultaneously, she heard the suction cups near her nipples hiss and then thunk as they ingest her nipples.
"Ohhh, there it is," she stuttered, catching her breath, feeling the hard tip begin to press and part. "-Are you adding more to my breasts?" she questioned, unable to turn her face to see him. "Or just, you know," she groaned, grimacing, feeling the spit slide inside.
Serge watched as the thick spit slid into his assistant, her sex lips wrapping around it. He saw her grimace as she felt the needles sink into the centre of her nipples. "Yes, the machine is going to top off your tits," he nodded, watching, holding the controller.
"Oh, ok," she replied, hissing out a breath between her teeth. She felt her sex pucker then stretch around the spit's circumference. "How is it looking so far?" she stuttered, her toes curling, and her button buzzing with excitement.
"Looks great from here," Serge began to respond before a panic overtook him.
"Oh shit!"
Suddenly Kimberly felt a cold metal object pull across her exposed stomach in a quick motion from her Venus mound to her breast bone.
"Uhhh!" she groaned clenching her eyes shut, before squealing out his name in alarm.
"Whoa, sorry 'bout that. That was the gutting unit. Thank goodness I had the foresight to take the blade out!" he breathed, running a hand along her stomach to ensure that not even a scratch had formed on her satiny skin.
Kimberly took a deep shuttering breath, "Oh my Serge." She felt herself trembling. "That was too close," she panted, hearing the pump working, the spit clicking and pressing. Her thoughts on his view of me coming back. She felt the spit filling her again, then a little pressure as it bumped up against the back of your womb and stopped. At the same time she felt the needles withdraw from her inflated breasts.
"Well, that's as far as we can go without putting you on the menu," Serge smiled, feeling some relief himself.
"Hah;" she scoffed, feeling herself relax some. "What checks do you still have to do? How deep is it?" she persisted.
Serge set down the controller and walked up her. He ran his hand along the spit, allowing her to feel his hand on the spit where it entered her sex, gauging its depth based on feel. "Almost done here. Looks likes its almost in by a foot."
"I still can't believe I can take that much," she blinked, feeling his hand. "It looks ok?" she questioned, concerned about lasting effects.
"It looks great. I think we'll be a success tomorrow night. Shall I retract the spit?" he offered.
"Oh I can stay on it if you need to do anything else or want to talk, it isn't everyday that a girl can get on one of these things and not end up on the menu, but that gutting blade really scared me!" she admitted, "Is the stabilizer ok?" she asked, wanting to be sure nothing went wrong and realizing her embarrassment at her admission.
"Let me check," he said, retrieving the controller and depressing a button. A stabilizer was dispensed onto the rod and was rammed forward. It found the pucker of her anal rosette. He watched it slide indelicately forward between the crevice of her soft ass flesh. "Yup looks good," he nodded.
"Oh-k-kay," she stuttered, her lips puckering, her eyes going wide at its single deep thrust and subsequent depth.
"Just think, if I push another button here you'd just be meat on a stick," Serge remarked, half-offering.
"I know!" Kimberly marvelled breathily.
He slapped her impaled ass flesh, eliciting a yip and giggles. "Yes indeed. So little separates you from being a sow now," he waxed thoughtfully.
"Serge!" the blonde protested, *giggling some more. "Do you like me like this?" she dared to ask, only able to turn her eyes in an effort to see him.
Still holding the controller, Serge found her exposed clitoral button and flicked it. "Imagine, someday you might be in the same position but without anything to stop me from pushing the button. It would only be a short trip to the pits and then the table," he informed her matter of factly.
"Oh!" she yelped with pleasure, Yes!" she gasped, in response to the flick. She was flushed pink, her skin glowing and glistening from perspiration.
Serge rubbed her button some more to let her drink in the feeling of your utter vulnerability. To feel herself as a sow would on her special day.
"Mmm,oh," she groaned, enjoying the attention. Kimberly gripped the spit with her sex.
Serge grabbed one of the curves of her bottom and pulled on it so she could feel the spit and anal stabilizer holding her firmly in place by her most private parts like a common sow.
"Uh!" she grunted, loving it despite herself. "Oh I could stay here for a while," she sighed, surprising herself with her admission. "I am such a sow," she groaned, her face contorting in a grimace of pleasure.
"There, there, little sow. Soon you'll be steaming on your master's table, serving him as you should. Just imagine that as your master puts you to sweet sleep," Serge purred urging her on.
"Yes...oh....mmmm," she groaned, biting her lower lip.
"Just imagine the pleasure you'll give your master and his guests, their faces smeared with your juices," he said, evoking images with his words as he rubbed her exposed clit to urge her on in this fantasy that could be so real with the flick of a switch.
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she repeated, catching her breath with a yelp of pleasure. Her button sent jolts of pleasure through her as she imagined and strained against her bonds.
"That's right little one. You are your master's food and nothing more. Feel your master's spit in you and know that it's true," he continued to purr, working her button with the pads of his finger and thumb.
"Oh yes Serge!" she gasped, trembling, the spit and teasing fingers making her crazy.
He rubbed her hard with one hand as the spit filled her full. With the other hand, Serge felt how the machine had filled her breasts. They hung heavy with cooking fluid, ready for the cooking pit as squeezed them.
"Oh," she smiled with her eyes clenched shut. She let out a breath, feeling her body tingle.
"That's right little sow, surrender to it, you know what you are," he rubbed Kimberly hard urging her on, enjoying how her trapped body strained against the machine as it dominated her.
"Aiehh! Oh!" she cried out, her sooty eyelashes clenched tight as she felt an orgasm shudder through her. She felt the hard metal of the spit and stabilizer bumped inside her.
"Just one last alignment to check," she said, releasing her abruptly. He took a short length of spit and she saw him put it on the guide in front of her. "Open your mouth, I have to check this," he directed.
"Oh," Kimberly murmured softly, her eyes fluttering open with realization. She opened her mouth unquestioningly.
Serge pushed the rod forward, identical in girth to the one impaling her sex at the moment. It slid into her mouth, he watched her lips strain to wrap around it. He locked the free end of it into the spit receiver.
Kimberly gripped the polished steel rod with her lips, tasting steel on her tongue. She gazed down its length, then up at him, her eyes wide. Images of being spitted and cooked and eaten were in her mind. She recalled all the sows from the weekend and their fates.
"This is what a sow would see the spit goes through her. The only thing that is missing is the feeling of the spit in the core of your gut. Otherwise, this is as close as you could ever get," Serge informed her matter of factly as he gazed at his assistant.
"Mmmhmm," she acknowledged softly, looking at his face, studying it through her sex flush.
Serge stepped back to admire his work. He walked over to a small table and picked up a drink and took a sip, watching her blink at him over the piece of spit coming out of her mouth.
Kimberly wondered what he was thinking. She wondered if what she had said were her true feelings, if what he said were his. Her mind dragged her back to her body, going from her sex to her bottom, to her breasts, to the taste of steel in her mouth, and then back to her inner thoughts.
Serge stood there for a while looking Kimberly and the machine over. He thought about what the next evening would bring. He drank in the sight of an impaled sow that was not quite impaled.
Kimberly watched his eyes survey her and the machine. She breathed softly through her nose, getting used to the sensations, not minding it as much as the first time. Her well used sex growing accustomed to the presence of the spit.
Serge put down his drink and knelt down and put his face next to hers. "Ready for me to let you out of your predicament?"
"Mmm-mmmm," she murmured softly in the negative, her eyes regarding him, not with defiance, but with acceptance and contentment.
"I could warm up one of the pits and just push the button you know. Would you like that my sow?" he asked with mock wickedness, stroking her blonde curls.
"Mmm-mmm," her eyes went wider and she was more emphatic in her negative response. Kimberly was unsure if he was joking or not.
Serge chuckled, and allowed her to consider for a moment what it would be like to feel the spit really take her.
Kimberly looking into his face with some relief, realizing he was teasing her.
Serge unlocked the spit and removed it from her mouth. The tip was wet with her saliva.
Kimberly smacked her lips and then licked her lips. "Oh," she sighed, looking up at Serge.
"So, how are you doing? Having fun?" he smiled down at her encouragingly.
Kimberly hesitated before smiling shyly and responding, "A little bit." She swallowed, gazing up at Serge, "So, how do I look since you seem to be doing a lot of that! Kimberly rolled her eyes at him.
"That's good. Well, I think the machine will work fine tomorrow. Just think, you little dark skinned friend will be in your place tomorrow but the machine will not stop for her," he said, not answering to her questions about appearance
"That's true," she acceding the point about the dark skinned sow.
"At least you'll see her go all the way in your place," he nodded with a smile.
"-I'm actually not minding this so much, how long can I stay on?" she asked, blushing.
"You can stay on as long as you like," he offered cordially.
"K," she smiled, "Can I get a sip of water?" Kimberly asked, licking her lips.
"Sure," Serge offered, leaving for a moment.
Kimberly's eyes scanned her surroundings as she reached out to feel her body, the leather straps across her neck and back, the bar pressing into the backs of her knees, and the spit and stabilizer inside her. The steel sent a shiver through her. She grimaced, closing her eyes, breathing out through her nose as her heavy breasts pendulumed beneath her. She could not believe that she was doing this or what was happening to her.
Serge interrupted her thoughts, returning with a tumbler and a straw. He offered her the straw's tip.
"Thanks," the blonde smiled, taking the straw in her mouth and sucking a few mouthfuls before swallowing. "Wow, that tastes good," she smiled, washing some of the taste of the steel spit from her mouth.
"There you go little sow," he chuckled, setting the tumbler of water aside.
"Serge!" she protested, rolling her eyes. "I was just playing! You seemed so tense that I wanted you to relax," she explained, not even sure if she believed what she was saying.
"Eh? Not a sow? You sure look like one at the moment;" he laughed at her.
"Well, maybe," she conceded. "-I guess," she blushed, her skin heating up.
"Well once the machine worked as it should, I relaxed. I'm feeling pretty good about it all at the moment," he smiled with satisfaction, looking down at her.
"You should, it feels good," she admitted, shivering for emphasis, feeling the delicious thickness of the spit and depth of the stabilizer.
"Well, considering how eager most sows are for it, I imagine it must feel pretty darn good," he continued to smile.
"It's wonderful, you really got it right," she breathed with admiration.
"Yes, not bad. I understand that when the spit goes all the way thru it's like inside out bondage," he smiled, folding his arms across his chest as they conversed.
"Well, I wouldn't know, but I do feel pretty immobile like this," she agreed.
"Well I think I should be getting you out of this thing. We have a big day ahead tomorrow."
"I suppose," she tried to nod and found the strap on her neck kept her from doing so. She looked at the station behind him. Is that where I'll be?"
"Yes, I've set it up so you'll have a perfect view of your little sow friend getting done," he smiled.
"She's nice," Kimberly offered.
"She's a sow," Serge retorted clinically.
"I'm sure she'll do a good job," Kimberly smiled.
"This is what her life has been leading up to and she knows it," Serge continued with his tone.
"I guess," she agreed again, surprised how often that it was happening. "But, it could happen to any of us, it's just that she was raised on the ranch."
"She's a sow, born bred and conditioned. It will be the most natural thing for her. She would be deeply disappointed if it didn't happen."
"Well, she is looking forward to it," Kimberly sighed. "I have to say that this will be a lot better for her than by hand. She's actually kind of lucky," Kimberly ventured.
"She is. But either way she is on the menu tomorrow," Serge pronounced.
"Well, I'm sure she'll be delicious," Kimberly said agreeably.
"She will. And after we are done with her I'm having her head mounted as a memento of the event," Serge informed her.
"Like Vinny and his trophies?" Kimberly questioned, a little surprised.
Serge laughed. "Yeah, sort of. She'll be immortalized as sow number one to get it on the final version of the Jessica."
"I guess Merle Hill has a whole gallery? Is he coming tomorrow night?" she asked with an inflection of hope for him.
"Yes, it's going to be wall to wall meat industry here tomorrow," Serge smiled with anticipation.
"Well, she might not appreciate your work, but I certainly do," smiling at him encouragingly, shivering one more time for emphasis.
"I see that you do," he patted her upturned impaled bottom.
"Serge!" she giggled and smiled sheepishly.
"OK, I'm going to get you out now. Alright?"
"Sure," she relented, taking a deep breath. She stared straight ahead, waiting with patience to be released, but also with some disappointment.
Taking the controller, changed a switch and depressed a button and spit and stabilizer began to withdraw. Her rectum winked as it pulled out and then slowly closed. He heard her murmur and saw her swallow as she the stabilizer slipped free. The spit followed, glistening, wet with her juices. He saw her sex remain half open as it fully retracts.
Kimberly licked her lips, feeling the artificial cock leave. She felt an emptiness physically and emotionally. "Oh," she moaned, letting out a long sigh.
"Now now," Serge chided, "There were only two possibilities, all the way in or all the way out."
"I know," she conceded softly, taking a breath. " - And I didn't want it all the way in, so that leaves only one thing." she sighed, feeling the bands holding pressing her to the machine released and the bar holding her knees retract. "Oh those were tight," she moaned, feeling herself mostly freed. Carefully she knelt up, looking over her shoulder at him.
With the last of the restrains gone Serge grabbed her by the back of her arm and pulled her up. "Back among the living"
"Yes, and a woman again," she said, looking at him sideways. "Right?"
"Absolutely! Go get dressed;" he directed, loosening off her wrist bonds.
"Thank you," she smiled standing up. "Back in a minute," she promised, throwing a smile his way as she strutted off, her hips rolling on her way to the kitchen. It was all she could do to resist the urge to skip or even float.
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Again, my compliments to greeneyes and BBQ Chief. This is another wonderful writing collaboration between them. This story, in particular, has to have been a huge investment of time, but it's certainly been more than worth the efforts put into it. This is a very sexy story.
You start the chapter out in a lighter vein with the reactions of your co-workers. I particularly loved the principal's request that Kimberly consider becoming dinner at the staff Christmas Party.
Although with some slight trepidation that something might go wrong, Kimberly was eagerly anticipating this--possibly her last?--ride on the spit of the Jessica 3000. She feels sexy as she enters, talks to Serge, undresses, and walks back out to him, nude. There is a definite difference in her relationship with him. They touch each other more. His eyes stay on her nude body more, and Kimberly enjoys the soft caresses of his eyes. They even are comfortable enough with each other to kid around while she is partially spitted.
There is no doubt at all about Kimberly's love for the spit--maybe even the whole process of being on the Jessica 3000. While there is always a little, nagging fear that there will be a mechanical malfunction, that Serge might not have programmed it correctly, or that Serge might just take advantage of the opportunity to really go all the way with the spit, those little fears simply seem to heighten the sexual nature of her experience on the machine. For Kimberly, being on the Jessica 3000 is very sexual. She even wanted this experience to linger as long as possible. Gone were any worries about how much the large diameter of the spit would stretch her.
At one point, I almost thought Kimberly actually wanted Serge to fully spit her. I'm not sure she realized it herself at that time, but she has been flirting around with the idea of actually being a real sow for a few chapters. Despite some moments of panic over the course of the story line, Kimberly has been very much enjoying what has been happening to her.
I've been enjoying everything which has happened to her and the delightful job of writing the authors have maintained. The next chapters will become even more interesting as Kimberly's story nears its end. To continue with my (overused) roller coaster analogy, I feel like the roller coaster is now climbing up towards a very high drop. It's a fun and sexy ride up and I'm looking forward to the upcoming thrills.
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This is an amazing story, and I can't wait for its conclusion!
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Chapter 7 teaser, a bit more to a very long chapter to be... 
Kimberly walked to the receiving door of the Squeal of the pig. Outside of the restaurant were over a two dozen cars. They belonged to Serge's guests for his big demonstration. Over her shoulder was her gym bag, drapped over her arm was a garment bag with her shoes and dress for the dinner party. In other her hand, a gift bag bounced and shifted with each of her steady steps. She could feel heart pounding with anticipation, her was sex already buzzing, and her breath caught as she opened the steel door to the tiled corridor that lead to the receiving room. Stepping inside, her skimmers clattered on the floor with each step. There was hint of the smell smoke in the air, she was becoming very accustomed to it.
In the receiving room was the familiar pen, containing the single dark skinned sow. Vinny sat next to the pen at the receiving desk, behind him stood Dr. Worthington and Serge. The room was lit with its clinical overhead flourescent lights that illuminated everything plainly, allowing for cleaning to occur without oversight.
"Ah good, you're right on time," Serge smiled as Kimbery left the corridor and entered the room.
With her hair in loose thick curls, as bright as sunshine, Kimberly let out a small nervous giggle but smiled with enthusiam and delight "Hi!" she exclaimed brightly, walking in confidently. "How is everyone?" she beamed.
"We're doing great, just getting ready for the big show. You remember the good doctor and his inseminator?" Serge smiled, gesturing to the white smocked inventor.
"Yes, hello again!" she smiled, flushing at her recollection. Shifting the gift bag, she extend it to Serge. "I brought you something Serge," she offered,
"A present? How kind of you. I'm glad I got something for you as well," Serge smiled, reaching out to take the bag Kimberly looked on expectantly, filled with hope.
"Great;" he smiled, looking inside the multi-coloured sack. Lifting a large piece of polished wood from the interior of the bag he held it up to look at it and show the others. "A trophy mounting? For our main attraction this evening?"
"Yes, I thought about it and thought it would be perfect," she paused and smiled before explaining further, "You can start your collection like Vincent has," she shot the owner a smile and then looked back at him.
"Well thank you. I'm sure our little sow will look wonderful on my workshop wall. Right next to the first dollar my company earns," he said as the sow in the pen did not seem to even notice the discussion about her future.
"It will!" she nodded and beamed at him before swallowing and going on. "I have my dress in here and my other things for the dinner afterwards," she shifted, indicating her two other bags.
"Great, well we should get started," Serge smiled, gesturing with his hands for her to step forward.
"I guess we should," she agreed, blowing out a nervous breath through her painted lips.
Leaning over the desk, the Worthington. pushed a paper across towards Kimberly. "Here is the demo sow release. It's good for the next 4 hours," he withdrew a pen from his smock's pocket, removed the cap and placed it expectantly on the contract.
Kimberly's green eyes scanned it, quickly reading it over. She was aware of the three pairs of eyes upon her, but found herself not minding so much.
"Just like the last time. A set period. Anything goes except," he paused, making a motion across his throat, "Chop."
"Mmhmm," she murmured, nodding as she finished reading. Taking the pen she signed the conversion form.
"Very good. You are now the demo sow of Jessica Systems," Serge said drawing forth a blue velvet covered jewel box from the side pocket of his suit jacket. Opening it, he revealed a golden tag with SOW 01/Jessica Systems engraved on it. "Time to get you tagged."
Kimberly, gasped with surprise, seeing the glimmer of gold. "What's that?" she pointed tentatively.
"A momento for you to keep, for all your help. Can't just stick a plastic tag on our prize demo sow now can we?" Serge smiled matter of factly.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, placing a hand to her neck with astonishment.
"Well, it doesnt go there," her friend smirked wryly.
"Ok," she shrugged, having an idea what he had planned. She had seen that smile before. "I guess I should change," she said glancing around, Ummm, my bags? Can they be stored away until later?" she asked looking at Serge and Vinny.
"Yes, absolutely. But we do need to move along," he prompted.
"Ok, I'll just put my clothes in my gym bag I guess," she nodded agreeably before stepping away from the desk to start undressing.
"How many do you expect tonight?" she asked, conversing casually as she pulled her ribbed sweater from over her head.
"About two dozen. There is Merle's usual entourage as well as four other venture capitalists and their wives and dates," Serge began, leaning one hand on the table, continuing to hold the box containing the gold tag in the other. "-And VInny and the Dr. and myself of course."
"Oh I see," Kimberly nodded. "- What are you loading in your invention Dr. Worthington? she asked while undoing her blouse.
"Blanks once again my dear, I assure you. The conversion form does not permit anything to be done to you that will extend beyond your period of service," he responded in his accented voice, a reassuring smile creasing his lips.
The blonde nodded in response. "Ok; I took my pill today, so I was just checking," she said, balancing as she stepped out of her shoes and unzipped her skirt to push it down.
"How are you presenting us Serge? Am I waiting in the pen?" she asked pressing down her nylons and then her panties without hesitation.
"Well, first we are going to walk you out to the demo area and get you onto the standard sow milking station. We have that type 1 station all set up for you," he smiled, watching her non-chalantly.
"Ok;" she nodded carefully folding and tucking her clothes into her gym bag, before standing up.
"I was hoping to get something to eat, I barely had anything at lunch, I guess I'm a bit excited," she admitted her feelings with a blush.
"Well, the best we can do is load some sow feed into the milking station for you to have during the demo," he offered.
"I guess I'll live, I don't want to make a mess of your presentation, I want everything to be perfect tonight," she relented on her hunger, smiling at him and smoothing his arm affectionately. Her sex was already damp with excitement.
"No problem really. The station is designed to support a sow in place for 8 hours and food and water is easily provided," he continued to offer.
"Well, I'll be ok, I did my hair at lunch, and I think my make up is fine," she wondered aloud, bending to her bag to remove a compact and double check it before putting it away again.
"OK, well, time to tag and brand you, with an ink brand of course," he said.
Kimberly's eyes went wide at the word brand, then relaxed at the word 'ink. "Ok," she nodded "Where do you want me?" she lifted her hands up in a gesture of question and then dropped them to slap her thighs.
Serge pointed at the branding station which was nothing more than a horizontal bar, waist height, a pair of shackles placed wide apart in the floor and a chin/head rest in front of the waist bar. He pulled her hands behind her back and gently tied them with a double loop of thick white twine. "Over here," he pointed over her shoulder.
"Ok," she grunted softly, feeling the more and more familiar length of twine cinched about her wrists. She walked obediently over to the station, her bottom dimpling with each step.
"Wow Serge, I can't believe how excited I am! Aren't you excited?" she asked, looking over her shoulder, a little breathless.
Serge withheId his response to concentrate on getting the sow into position. With his hand on the back of her slender neck, he placed her in front of the bar and gently kicked her legs apart until her ankles were in place. Vinny snapped the shackles shut on her ankles. Sliding his hand down between her shoulder blades, Serge gently pushed Kimberly's back until she bent over, her chin and neck stretched out on the rest. He buckled a strap across the back of her neck. "Yes, very excited. Tonight can be the start of big things for all of us here," he smiled with pleasure.
"Uh-huh," she murmured, her long legs trembling, feeling her ankles encircled, the bar pressing into the crease of her narrow waist.
Standing behind her, Serge took his hand and rubbed her now easily available and exposed vaginal pouch. "I can see you are excited as well," he remarked, feeling moisture on the tender flesh.
"Uh! Yes!" she gasped with suprise, then smiling at the touch. "I am, " she mururmed, licking her lips, remembering the spit from the day before and their little impromtu interlude. Without taking his hand off of her, she felt him part her outer lips, taking the left one between his finger and thumb and tugging it out. She inhaled deeply, a tremble going through her.
"OK, Dr. hold this out for me while I tag it," Serge instructed.
The doctor's deft fingers grabbed hold of her tender lip. Serge moved into place with the cold steel of the piercing tool. Kimberly gasped softly in realization.
Serge clamped down on the plier and she felt it bite into her soft, private flesh. It was quickly withdrawn and she felt a ring being inserted in her new piercing.
"Uhhh," Kimberly groaned, a tremour going through hre. She tensed for a moment while they worked, feeling the hands of the two men. "My-my tag?" she finally managed to stutter.
The hands holding her sex let go and they were replaced by the weight of the tag pulling on the ring. The cold metal disc the size of a quarter now slowly warming against the skin of her thigh.
"Yes, you've just been tagged," came Serge's reply.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her shoulders relaxing, getting used to the stinging in her sex, digesting the idea. There was a sudden sensation of another piece of metal pushing into the soft flesh of her upturned buttocks. It was the cold, ink branding iron. She swallowed the brand momentarily distracting her from the tag.
There you are, a sow all ready for the evening," Serge declared as Kimberly's neck and legs were freed. Serge reached out a hand to right the naked, tagged and branded sow.
"I guess," she figeted, standing up and smiling at them, mystified. She was concious of the feeling of the tag bumping and dangling.
Serge took her by the upper arm and smiled. "Either way; It's showtime!"
Kimberly gasped with false surprise, and smiled at Serge with mirth. "Okay," she nodded once. She glanced at Vinny and the doctor to get their reactions.
The doctor and Serge walked Kimberly down the long hallway at the rear of the restaurant where the outdoor fire pits could be found. The stepped out into the fading sunlight of the day. In front of the pit area was the gleaming jessica and next to that, a standard milking station on a turntable. Bleachers had been set up to observe the demonstration and were now filled with the evening's crowd.
"Oh, outdoors?" Kimberly asked, her eye brows raised in surprise.
"Yes, all of this isn't big enough to fit inside and besides it's a pleasant autumn evening," Serge explained as they walked evenly towards the demonstration area.
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Posted: Sun Sep 3rd, 2006 07:18 am |
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I'm pretty new to this scene (this is my first ever post) but I've lurked and read long enough to know that this story is something really special. The only thing I've seen that's comparable is a story called Callie by someone calling themselves Thantasy on (as far as I know) another board I found, and maybe some of the stuff by Carrie of the Captain Kitten and the Space Bunnies site (off Murkis).
I added to your "mana" Greeneyes; not sure what that means but it seems like it'd be something good, and you sure deserve it; I really can't recommend this story enough, it's damn near perfect (not something I say often).
Oh, one more thing, please, please, I'm begging you, finish the story soon, I can't stop thinking about it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23rd, 2006 04:53 am |
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please finish this good storie i have to know wat will happen it sad not to know wat will happen .
please the hope of the galexsy rest in your mind.
only you have the power to finish this great storie .all well i got to go but this storie gotta have an inding we must know wat will happen. o well have a nice life .  
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