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It occurred to me one day, while I was busy reading 'The Conversion of Kimberley' scrolling down pages with one hand and making use of a battery powered friend with the other, that there's an aspect of the Dolcett Universe almost left untouched by the imaginitive minds that litter this warped page of the web with enlightened imagery and fantasy.
With a little work, I hope I'll address this oversight,....
Pretentious, No?
8-)
Oh, and this things taken on a life of it's own, growing longer than I expected, so this part is just the appetiser.
Field Trip Suprise.
“That's right Lou, shove the stabiliser in with one hard smooth stroke. She'd thank you for it if she could speak with the spit coming out the other end.”
Merle was still towelling off his hands and giving workers instructions as he came through the swinging doors in to the reception and office area.
“Who are all you then?” he asked coming up short as he found himself faceing twenty odd pairs of underaged female eyes, one adult female, three young men and a skinny middle aged man.
“West Sunnyvale High senior field trip Mr. Hill. I'm Lonnie Davis, this is Miss Collins and these are the girls and boys of the senior Domestic Services class. Thanks so much for letting us tour your business,..”
Lonnie's voice trailed off as he saw what was an obviously displeased look on Merle Hill's normally placid face. “Is there a problem Mr. Hill?”
Merle looked from the teacher to the shop front reception desk, and the naked A-Grade standing shackled to the four foot high glass desk. “Did you authorise a field trip for today?”
“No sir, the diary notation says my predessor made the booking on the day you had her processed.”
“Lucky for you then. How many warnings do you have left?”
“Just the one sir.”
“Looks like it's time to start training your replacement” Merle said, more to himself than to the receptionist, who had suddenly turned very pale and nervous.
“Sorry, Lonnie was it? Look, Friday's are a little hectic, we end up rushing to meet the weekends orders and short staffed as the office worker A's and B's turn in to food.”
“That's fine Mr. Hill, we could reschedule if you need?” Lonnie responded politely. “Though that would be a disapointment to the students and staff.”
“No, no, it's all good. And call me Merle thanks.”
Merle looked around the class, taking in the young faces, the eager looks of the boys, and the nervous glances of most of the girls.
“Ok, where to start. First up, we'll get you all to fill out the standard safety disclaimers, boys to the left, girls to the right” Merle instructed, waving to the naked A-grade, who was already setting two piles of forms on the glass bench top.
“We'll need a form 210 for Mr. Davis, and a 111 release for Miss Collin's” he instructed the A-Grade.
“Yes sir.” the meat-cow replied, setting the appropriate forms on the bench top for the two teachers.
The three boys in the class quickly signed the standard release forms, knowing full well that all they said was the same thing their the forms their fathers had already signed – That if they damaged any equipment they would have to work as labourers until it was paid off, and that the factory was full of dangerous equipment, and that Hill's Meats would not be responsible if the boys did anything stupid enough to get themselves hurt.
The smarter girls took a little longer, noting all the conditions and clauses, and the repercussions that failing to follow instructions and warnings from the staff would bring about.
The slower girls saw the smart girls signing and figured it must all be ok, so signed almost as quick as the boys had.
Mr Davis's form was much like the ones the boys had be given, and also was signed quickly.
Miss Collin's should have checked her form against those the schoolgirls had been issued with. Instead she read it away from anyone else, noting that it was just a standard 'Information and Rights' release form, similar to that all adult females signed for work and busness contracts. What she failed to notice was the few extra clauses at the bottom of the second page, where by she'd agreed to comply with a voluntry conversion request, if the reqired documentation had been filed by her emploer.
Merle tapped a few fingers on Miss Collins form when she placed it back on the bench, giving the teacher a long glance before turning to the A-Grade receptionist. “Standard follow up on all the forms,” he instructed.
“Yes sir,” she replied, sorting the forms and filing the males in to a in-tray for later record keeping, and bundling the girls forms in to a pink vacuum-tube canister, and Miss Collins's in to a yellow canister, both off which she fed in to the tube systems. As she did, she became very aware of the attention she was receiving from the three male students, and their teacher.
“Mr Hill?” one of the male students asked politely
“Yes son?”
“Is it true, that once a girl is meat, and has reported for procesing, she can be used for any purpose?”
“Yes. That's correct.”
“So, if I wanted to get a blow-job from your A-Grade, I could?”
“Yes. Anything means anything,.. Once the required forms are signed and filed, females can be used in any way the community cares to.” Looking at the receptionist he added “In fact, why don't you give this enterprising lad a decent sucking off.”
Once she'd walked over to a seat, almost at the limit of her chain, the A-Grade knealt in front of him and undid the boys trousers, pulling them and his shorts down before the student sat down. She quickly went to work, using her hands and mouth to excite the boy who was only a year or so younger than she.
Merle noted that all the students were watching and listening, so he continued to explain. “While most females become meat animals, some become Milk-Cows, others factory and office workers like this one until they're ready to be fully processed as special orders, and still more are used for research testing of products and chemicals, like shampoo's and soaps, before those products go on to the market.”
“The use of the excess female population relieves strain on the environment, provides organs and fluids to medicine, creates a useful short-term workforce. It helps us all build a better world, and balance out the ratio of male to females in the over thirty five age braket, bringing the ratio down from the current 1500 to 1 birth ratio to a sustainable 100 females for every single man.”
Seeing that the boy had just unloaded in to the girls mouth, Merle waited for him to recover, and the girl to move to the next male student who had already droped his pants and sat next to his classmate, waiting his turn.
“Now, there are two types of conversion, can anybody tell me what they are? Yes, you young lady,” Merle pointed towards the back of the group where a buxom girl had quickly raised her hand.
“That would be voluntry and complusory, sir.”
“Good girl.”
“What about criminal?” the girl asked.
'Bit of spirt still in this one' Merle thought. “Criminal conversion is considered to be part of the compulsory program, but criminals aren't allowed to become meat or milkers, they're fed straight in to the grinder for plant fodder, regardless of what pre or full grading they may have. Criminals are removed completely from our society and our gene pool.”
“It's just one of the ways the Courts are doing their bit to improve the human race, and one of the reasons that we now enjoy such a low crime rate. The fact that men can now do what ever they please to converted females has also been a major influence on the recorded crime rates, as men now live much less stressfull lives.”
Merle paused for a moment as his audience seemed a little distracted. The last male student had decided to make use of the A-Grade, and decided not to wait for a blow-job. Instead, he'd dropped his pants, revealing a rather long cock that had caused the distraction of the girls.
The same organ had surprised the receptionist. She'd realised someone was going to fuck her when she felt the head of the cock agaisnt her exposed sex, the suprise was how far inside her it reached as the young man put some weight behind it and buried himself inside her. She choked as she sucked down more of the seated student then she'd intended, almost biting down as she gagged, her nose buried in to the fluff of pubic hair the boy had.
For a few seconds she paniced, thinking 'if I bite him, I'm meat'. A few seconds more and she was back under control, still shocked by the depth and force of the penetration that was being inflicted on her too often abused cunt.
Speaking a little louder, Merle regained the attention of the school-girls. “Some of you may be aware of the factors that all add up to compulsory conversion, such as failure to pay taxes, poor work performance, and failure to keep your bodies in perfect health.”
“The receptionist your classmates are making use off got here early due to her failing final year exams and playing truant from more than the allowed number of classes in her final year. The exceptional quality of her genetic line, and her healthy figure, both in overall conditioning, full hip shape and her DD breasts, mean that we dicided to give her an opportunity to achieve 'Breeder' or 'Milker' status.”
“So long as she can make it to her 'Adult' birthday without incuring more than ten warning's in each year between now and then, we'll let her decide which way she wants to repay society for the free schooling, healthcare, and the like that we all still enjoy.”
“She's got just the one warning left for this year, but her twentieth birthday is next Wednesday, so she might just get her chance. I believe she wants to become a milker, but I think we'll be sending her to the insemination farm, as she's shows a great deal of aptitude in her mating skill's. We've also had several inquiry's for her to be converted to a sex toy for retired men, so that's always an option too.”
“So long as she doesn't bite your classmate” he added, in a voice that turned several of the girls cold with fear.
“Remember, conversion means the end of you life as a person, not nessasarily the end of your career as a productive member of society. It's also important for you girls to remember that A-Grade's who volunteer for conversion at their twentieth birthday are almost always re-assigned in to human services, and those that show promise and work hard can and occasionally do make it to thirty-five years old, and the required 'de-conversion' reassessment.”
Merle didn't bother telling the girls that only one female out of about ten thousand actually made it to reassesment, and the last female to be approved had died a natural death nearly fifty years earlier.
“Now, if you girls will all follow me and Miss Collins, one of my assistants will escort the boys and Mr. Davis through to view the specialty cooking services area once they're done with the A-Grade.”
Merle looked over his shoulder to make sure all the females were following along obediantly as they passed in to the factory. “Make sure you stay behind the green line, stepping over it may be grounds for infraction of the term and conditions of your release forms, and I'd hate to have to call your parents and tell them you'd done something to turn you in to underage meat.”
“Mr. Hill, isn't it illegal for non-adult females to be made in to meat?”
'The buxom one again' he thought before answering. “Non-adult females over the age of fourteen can be converted if they act in a maner that could cause injury or death.”
He let that sink in before adding, “Of course, around here there are plenty of pieces of equipment that 'could' cause injury or death.”
Merle ignored the polite chuckles of the girls, again casting a knowing eye over the group, watching as several made sure they were standing well within the green lines that ran down the side of the factory, behind large banks of machinery and up to a door that read 'Pre-Processing Dept.'. Occasionally the girls heard the sounds of grinders and saws working, and the odd pained moan or suprised squeal, the latter usually followed by a 'snitck' of a blade being used.
“Now, if all of you pass your finals, keep yourselves healthy, work hard and stay out of trouble, then there's a good chance you should never see the other entrance to these offices. I have to caution you all to be on your best behaviour, and not to talk to the cows inside.”
“Anything you do that causes panic in the cows, will adversely affect the distribution of adrenaline and the muscle state, causeing the meat to rate lower in post-processing testing. And yes, I'll have your asses on a spit if you ruin my product quality.”
“Follow me.”
All of the girls and their teacher were very quiet as they followed the big man through the frosted glass door. They were all surprised to see the line of fifty or so women waiting to move up to a cubicle in turn. There the girls could see a woman in each cubicle either filling in paperwork, stripping her clothes off, bending over to receive a 'Hill's Fine Meats' branding, or dutifuly standing still as a thin wire collar was fitted to their throats and their wrists bound with butchers twine.
A small group of women was standing at the end of the row of cubicles, linked together by a line carrying clips every three feet, each of which had been hooked on to the wire around their throat.
Merle waved over the man clipping the cows on to the line, whispering an instruction to him, before the man briskly collected the processed cows and took them out of the pre-processing room.
Waving his tour group ahead, Merle ushered them in to a small observation room, where they could watch the pre-processing behind a one-way mirror.
“As you can see,” he said quietly, “we only need the odd herder in here. Most females realise that their processing and conversion will contribute to society as a whole, and behave respectfully towards the staff. Occasionally there's the odd one who causes problems, but the use of a shock-wand gets them in line pretty quickly.”
“Everything from the décor, the lighting, the audio suppression system, right down to the relaxing scents you all caught whiff of, to the words used by the staff, all of it has been developed to make this part of the process seem peaceful and ordinary. Barring the one silly cow in a thousand, it's usually quite relaxing for the workers here.”
“Now, who would like to ask a question about the pre-processing?”
Merle waited as two of the girls he'd judged as being smart ones got up the nerve to speak.
The first asked “Why are some of the women waiting in line already naked?”
“Good question. Many females who still live with family choose to part out their belongings, including their clothes, to family members. Part of the litrature that is sent out with the 'Compusory Conversion Notification' includes information on what happens to their property if the government has to dispose of it, compared to the options available when doing it themselves.”
“Research has shown that the 'Meat Week' as it's become known, between receiving the notification and the date to report for processing, has become a period of parties and reflection, with many females choosing to let out their feelings and thoughts, let friends and family know all the truths about the convertee, basically let all the stresses out of their lives.”
“The number's growing, but at the moment, about half are now spending the first few days parting out their property, and about four or five days doing not much more than eating, drinking and fucking.”
“How does that affect the meat?” one bespecticalled girl asked.
'Must be something special in her head, to have had the money spent on her eyesight, rather than just pre-graded and grown to age' Merle thought. 'Probably won't see that one in here again'.
“That depends on what they consume, and how much fucking they do. Most of you will be aware from Sex-Ed that humans burn a lot of calories during sex, that in itself can help burn off any excess fat from the muscle mass, imprving the quality of the final product. Conversly, consuming the wrong food stuffs, such as bacon, saturated fats, processed sugars and the like can adversly affect the meat. It's knocked one or two A-Grades down a notch, and plenty of B-grades as well.”
“Speaking of grading, how many of you have gone through pre-grading yet?”
Merle wasn't surprised when most of the less-smart girls raised their hands, knowing that a lot of families now got their girls pre-graded if they were performing poorly at school. He also noticed Miss Collin's hand was in that group, no doubt her employer had put that in her contract.
He was about to speak when the was a polite tap on the rooms door before another naked A-grade girl entered and aproached him. He bent to let her speak quietly as she handed him a yellow form, as well as a stack of white ones, his eye's flashing briefly up to the teacher before he stood back up, and the naked girl left in a hurry.
“Well now, seems most of you have taken your civic duty seriously, now how would the rest of you like to get your pre-grading out of the way while your here, and have it done by an expert inspector rather than one of the government hacks?”
There was a murmer through the room, before one of the girls asked “What do we need to do Mr. Hill?”
“Well, grab a bench space, fill in one of these and then I'll get the inspector in here to look after you all. Those of you who have already been graded, if you've been marked B or C or worse, this is an opportunity to get your rating reassessed by an expert, remember, a C or D rating is a gauruntee for conversion selection at your twentieth birthday.”
Merle let the girls take a form each before he added “You'll all have to be naked for the grading, and you'll have to remain that way for the rest of the tour, so take a moment to bundle your clothes and belonging, I'll have an A-Grade collect your things and have them waiting for you on your school bus.”
Merle noted which girls suddenly thought twice about the voluntry grading, but he expected all of them would be naked by the time the inspector arrived to see them.
“Miss Collins, would you come with me to meet up with the boys, ready for the rest of the tour?”
“Of course Mr. Hill.”
Tatiana Collins followed her host back out in to the pre-processing room, and then back out on to the factory floor, just as Lonnie and the boys were heading their way, the teacher still buttoning up his trousers after enjoying 'basting' a roaster.
“Mr. Davis, I'm afraid there's a slight issue with the girls tour that's been brought up one of the form's your group filled in earlier” Merle said to the aproaching group.
“Oh, what's that?”
“Miss Collin's failed her last employee standards test, and your school has submitted a Voluntry Conversion Notice. Along with her 111 form, that means she's legaly meat now.”
“I still don't see the problem” Lonnie replied, noting the tall buxom blonde he'd spent the last few years working with now seemed rooted to the spot.
The three boys beside him had all noted just how much Miss Collins's stance pulled her skirt tight over her ass, just as how her sweater was always tight over her full breasts. All three realised that they were getting to see those breasts and that nice ass naked very soon.
“But, but, I'm almost Thirty-Five, you can't, no, please, no!”
“Shut up meat,..” Merle spat out of the side of his mouth, using the voice he'd cultivated to control half-paniced cows. “The problem Mr. Davis, is that you'll have to escort the young females around, as this meat-cow will be unavailable.”
“Oh,.. That won't be a problem, our girls are all well behaved, and the boys will help me.”
“That'll do nicely then. Now, the females have all volunteered for a professional Pre-Grading exam, they're all stripping off in the observation room, and they'll have to stay that way for the rest of the tour, too many machines that frilly clothes could get caught up in,..”
Lonnie and the boys nodded understandingly, while keeping one eye on the meat-cow to make sure she wasn't going to panic and dash through the factory.
“I'll send an A-Grade through to bring you and the boys some work-suits, so you can escort the females around safely.”
“Thank you Merle” Lonnie replyed. “Now, the girls will only be pre-graded, so boys, you can look but don't touch.”
“Yes sir,” all three answered.
“As for the cow here, what's next Merle?”
“Well, the exam will take about an hour to get all the girls done, then they'll need to be splashed with a 'guest only' logo so they can get around the factory without accidental processing. Until then, there's a second, sound proofed, observation room down the corridor from the room your females are in, you'll be able to see in to the pre-processing area, and in to the main observation room while the females are bieng pre-graded. You can take the meat-cow in there until the females are done.”
“It'll be a treat for them to see the whole process from paperwork to processing,” Mr. Davis said, nodding towards his ex-workmate.
“I'm sure it will be Lonnie, I'll set it up so she's rapid processed, she doesn't need to complete the regular paperwork thanks to the 111 form, and the Voluntry Request from your Human Resources Dept., included the standard preperation week denial clause, so we can get her done while you tour the factory floor.”
A minute later Lonnie and the three boys had frog-marched Miss Collins through the pre-processing room, past the women waiting there, and past the mirror hiding the naked schoolgirls, down a hallway and into the second room.
Several of the girls had wondered what was going on, seeing the expressions on their teachers and fellows faces, then returning to their own thoughts as the expert grader entered.
In the second room, Lonnie and the boys took a moment to admire the girls bodies, commenting with suprise at the size and development of some of their classmates features. To say the boys were a little gleeful was an understatement.
Tatiana nearly feinted when all four turned to look at her.
“Boys, do you think Tatiana should be clothed or naked when she leaves this room?”
“Naked sir.”
Tatiana screamed as the four of them reached out for her, pulling at her clothes and holding her still. She was amazed at just how efficient they were at getting her clothes off, they seemed to have practised the motions required.
Lonnie was grateful the boys all remembered the instructions they'd received in 'Men's Skill's' class. 'Have to give them some bonus points in their study credits' he thought.
The boys were naked almost as quickly, soon joined by Mr. Davis, who decided to use the meat-cows name one last time.
“If you fight us Tatiana, we'll have to get you down graded,...”
In front of them, the meat-cow sagged and surrendered, no top end processingcould be as bad as being fed in to a grinder and coming out as dehydrated plant food.
“If you boys don't mind, one of you two take a leg each and one to the arms, while make use of the cows cunt,” Lonnie instructed, soon following his words with actions, slipping himself inside Miss Collins and enjoying the feel of her.
“She's a tight one boys, you'll all enjoy the feel of her.”
While the girls next door were being measured, weighed, poked, prodded and evaluated, the sound proofed walls protected their ears from the sound of their teacher getting used in all manner of ways only boys can think of. By the time the last girl had been tested and pre-graded, Tatiana Collins had been penetrated, cajoled, slapped, used and more than a little abused. She'd had all four men unload down her throat, and even found herself with her co-worker tickling her tonsils while one student pummuled her spincter and the two smaller boys wiggleing and rolling to share her pussy.
“Not many females can take four cocks at once,” Merle commented, having slipped in to the room unnoticed. Smiling at the four men and a cow, he turned his back to the writhing mass of uninhibited humanity, to look through into the main observation room at the class full of young females. They were each standing lined up naked as process-workman ran a roller with blue paint over each of their left ass cheeks in turn, leaving the federal 'Protected Non-Cow' seal in place.
When he was done, the workman told the girls to line up with thier butt's facing the mirror and wait for Merle to return.
The owner of the factory took a moment to check out each young ass in turn, counting the fresh tattoos at the top of each right ass cheek. Twelve Pre-A seven Pre-B, and one Pre-C Plus on a sobbing young female.
“C-Plus Jake?” he asked the inspector who had come 'round to the second observation room.
“Little to much fatty tissue on her inner thighs, I've told her what sort of exercises to do to get rid of it. She'll make B-grade easily, and they'll all make A-Grade with a little work. Make quite a decent herd in time.”
“All Meat?”
“Naw,.. The head tests show six will probably make it through college and in to the work force, the one with spec's is likely to grow old, probably need gene therapy to make sure the poor eyesight's not passed along if she gets a 'natural breeding' license. One of the B's and five of the A's show early development of milker traits, the big breasted one is close to lactating naturally. Two B's and two A's show excelent hip development, prime grade breeder cows in the making.”
“Only the one with specs and one other A-grade show no signs of sexual activity, the rest have been going at it like cows do,...”
“Good spread of potential then. Any likely volunteers?” Merle asked, pauseing to enjoy the sounds of Miss Collin's huffing and puffing as the well endowed young man flipped her on to her gut and then took her from behind, the rythmic 'slap, slap, slap,' of her ass cheeks being meet by his hips matching the 'huff, huff, huff,' as she exhaled sharply as each stroke of the long cock hammered deep inside her cunt.
“Gawd Miss Collin's, your tighter then half our class,” the boy commented, grunting out the words between strokes.
“Don't take too long with the cow son, we'll need her in about ten minutes if your class is going to watch her getting processed,” Merle said, admiring the boys enthusiasm and energy, remebering what it was like when he was young enough to make use of any cow he liked.
“Sure thing mister Hill” the boy answered, barely slowing his stroke as he answered.
His teacher and pair of classmates were using their shirts to dry the sweat from their skin and slipping in to sets of coveralls that had been quietly left by an A-Grade worker cow not long before Merle walked in.
Miss Collin's started to wail between her huff's and grunts as the effect of the boys penis filling her and his testicles slapping against her clitoris took hold. In moments her voice was nearly a scream as her loins let fly with an orgasm that nearly made her pass out, a flush of clear warm fluid splashing and squirting out past the boys engorged cock.
“Woah, A screamer and a squirter,... We'll have to harvest her ovaries for future use,” Merle said with a smile. “Ten minutes young fella” he added as he closed the door on his way out.
“Sure thing sir,” the student answered, still pounding away at Miss Collin's cunt, while the cow tried to recover. Her efforts to stretch her arms out and lift her large breasts up from where they were rubbing agaist the carpet only served to push her back harder on to his cock, and left her nipples still rubbing against the rough corporate grade material as each fleshy orb was now swinging almost freely under her.
Tatiana Collins squealed and grunted, her hips bucking and shaking, trying to pull the over sensitised flesh of her pussy away from the repeated trusting of the powerful young stud behind her. When her gyrations made it difficult for him to continue, and then made him slip out of her, she was rewarded with a gutteral groan from the student and fractions of a second later with a hard shove in her back, her head and hips quickly following her breasts as they slammed forcefully in to the carpet.
“Fuckin' cow,..” was all she heard through her daze from the impact, before he flipped her roughly over. “Ooof” she grunted as he winded her with a thump to the gut. Her response to his slap to the side of her head was silent as she was dazed again.
Her next truly concious thought led to another pained cry as she felt one of her large breasts being tugged harshly upwards by the nipple, soon joined by it's pair, as the young man locked them inbetween his finglers, leaving his free hand to hold both of her slender wrists together above her head, in turn holding her down to the floor. All he need was to pin her legs apart with his own, to give the hard knob of his cock direct access to her still slightly open cunt.
One or two fumbled thrusts and he was deep inside her again, this time so forcefully that she screamed in pain as she was roughly filled, and pulled up by the breasts to arch her spine in a horrible parody of an orgasm.
She would shake and twist about in that pose for the next five minutes of what was left of her life as the student she'd always thought of as a well balanced, mature young man, took his pleasure from her.
When he finally came, with a rush of male orgasmic pleasure, she felt his warm jet of cum filling her, until he colapsed and pinned her to the floor by his weight. Tatiana puffed and panted, unable to move until he rolled off and began to clean himself up, leaving her to lay sprawled on the floor.
“Come on cow, time to go meet Jessica.”
The voice of the man in the coverall's was cold, full of malice to her ears, once again leaving Tatiana unable to move, all except for the muscles of her bladder, which chose that moment to relax, leaving a acrid yellow puddle spreading out from under her ass.
“Awe, Nuts! Someone get the cleaners in here!”
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Posted: Wed Dec 5th, 2007 11:26 pm |
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Well done! Well done! I like the "legal" theme here. The idea that somone can sign her rights away just because she failed to take enough time to read the form, wonderful! I have always liked the stories where someone is tricked into conversion or tricked into getting tied up and stuffed etc.  I also enjoyed the clinical feel of the girls pre-grading - part of me wishs there were more details there - I've though about the pre-grading process a bit; what kind of tests would be done - and most importantly for me, what goes through the mind of those having the pre-screening done.
Again - wonderful story! Thank you so much for writing it!
- Cal
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| Well done. I look forward to seeing more of this.
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Thanks for the story. I hope you continue the story line. It shows a lot of promise.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10th, 2007 04:31 am |
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Thank you all, and yes, there's more coming.
The story's plotline is finished, I'm just adding the colour,.... but being as pedantic as I am pretentious, it'll only be posted when I happy with it.
("Patience Grasshoppers,...")
Serefina.
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| Although this is quite me thing, it was still a great story! Looking foward to more! Last edited on Mon Dec 10th, 2007 05:35 am by shnuff
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Thanks serefina. as an appetiser it has certainly wetted my appetite 
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Posted: Fri Feb 22nd, 2008 05:01 am |
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Twinkie: You bad and disturbed girl, you think like I do,... ;-)
Part 02
And we still haven't got to what's been missing from all the other imaginatie creations.
Hopefully I've gotten rid of all the gramatical errors,....
Section 02
“So, any likely volunteers?” Merle asked again as he and the inspector stood outside the door to the observation room.
“Couple of the B-grades, for sure,.. And one of the A-grades is hiding her death fantasy.”
“So nothing out of the usual then?”
“Nope.”
“Right then.” Merle paused for a moment, then remembered something. “You'll be over for the Bar-B-Que on Sunday George?”
“Sure will Merle. What's on the menu?”
“Got some Russian delicacy meat sent over, a Georgan redhead, should make for a nice flavour with some indian spices on the griller for appetisers, and I've been saving a little Korean baby milk cow for awhile, thinking of hand-spitting her for a long charcoal roast as the main filler.”
“Sounds real good. So, about one, one-thrity?”
“Spot on.”
“See you then.”
George shook Merle's hand, then turned and headed off to see how his junior inspectors were doing with the days workload, whistling his way along in a happy mood.
“Well now, aren't we a fine group of heifers?” Merle asked once he'd opened the door to the oservation room.
He watched the looks on the girls faces as they all tried their best to remain calm, although some of them were clearly not enjoying being naked and tattoed. In turn he caught their gaze, most looking away immediately, one B-grade and the big breasted blond A-grade held his look defiantly for a few moments, before they too looked away. Only the A-grade with the glasses held Merle's look with her own, not with defiance or hatred, but with the same evaluating and calculated look as his own.
The very edge of Merle's mouth seemed to show the barest hint of a smile as he recognised her for what she was and a unique thought crossed his mind. 'Smart enough to be my next wife? I wonder.'
“So, what's next on the tour Mister Hill?” she asked
“A little suprise. Your teacher, Miss Collins, will be processed in to meat while you watch.”
Merle noted that most of the girls had turned white, some trying not to cry out but clearly disturbed by the news.
“I take it she failed her performance evaluations?” the little A-grade more stated then asked.
“Yes. So she'll be joining us in a moment. She'll be brought around by Mr Davis and your class-mates, all of who will be dressed as guest-employee's for the rest of the day. As such, you will all follow thier instructions as if they came from me, from this point on.”
“Now, if you'll all follow me, we'll continue the tour.”
One by one the girls followed Merle out of the observation room, automatically falling in to a line. They were joined by the male classmates, as the two smaller boys half supported, half dragged Miss Collins past the group. Some of the girls flinched as she was moved past, others just gasped or sucked in a breath.
Lonnie Davis took a quick moment to enjoy the close up view of the naked teenagers, enjoying the way their youthful flesh was covered in goosebumps, as well as how most had rock hard nipples. 'Aroused a little?' he thought. 'That's going to make their 'Whore Skill's class' a lot easier to teach.'
“Ok, let's get this cow processed” Merle said to the whole group, turning to head through the doors to the processing facility. “Don't forget, stay behind the yellow lines at all times.”
“First up, will you two fella's get the cow strapped in to the preperation frame?”
“Yesssir” the two boys replied, dragging their teacher towards the indicated device. They were quick in getting her strapped to the rectangular frame that hung from the overhead rail. Soon she was lifted and strapped in to place, her arms outstretched above her, feet wide apart.
Her full breasts swayed and jiggled as the boys slid the frame down the railway to the first station, where Merle had walked to while they'd straped their cow up. “My their some fine tittie's, make some lovely meat slices from them.”
“Now, I can see most of you girls have already had all your body hair removed, but as you can see, this cow still follows the 'presentation' trend from a few years back, as do a lot of older cows, so this first station is where we remove all of a cows body hair.”
“Boys,..”
Merle had indicated the machinery waiting at the station, which the boys quickly took hold of. Each looked at their impliment, pressing the start button and being rewarded as the two industrial depliator's started.
“Run them along her skin wherever there's hair, and the depliators will pluck it all out. Do take care not to pinch or damage it's skin, which may be removed later for use in display's, or sent to the medical community as a source for skin grafts and plastic sugery material.”
Tatiana squealed and tried to squirm away from the rotating heads of the depliators, as each began pulling what little body hair she had out rom the root.
“Don't be afraid to slap he about a bit if she doesn't settle down,” Merle instructed before turning to face the girls. “This is one of the reasons you should all take good care of your bodies. The equipment we use is not a gentle as your own hands, simply because it has to survive the rigurs of high volumne processing. You all should be helping each other out by hand plucking the hair from your bodies, so you can skip the stress of this process.”
“You should all also avoid chemical hair removal, as over use can damage your skin, same with artificial tanning, or overuse of sunbeds. We advise all wemon to look after their skin, as after processing, your skin could quite easily end up helping others recover from injury or disfiguration.”
The girls all watched as the boys inspected their work, having quickly run the depilators over almost all of Miss Collins, before they stopped, both staring at the inch wide strip of pubic hair running up a couple of inchs from her pussy. Without any propmting or discussion, the two boy faced each other and played a quick game of Rock, Paper, Sissors, to choose who got to remove the remaining fluff.
The winer was almost gleeful as he moved in, carefully bringing the depilator up towards the tuff of hair.
Seeing it's approach, Tatiana tried to pull her hips away, knowing that the removal of her pubic hair would hurt much more than that of the rest of her body hair. She bucked and pulled against the bindings of the frame holding her, setting it swinging on the overhead railway.
“Oh no you don't,” the second boy said. “I'll hold her Will.”
“Sure Leo,” the depilator armed boy replied, appling the tool to skin as his friend gripped the cow from behind.
“Don't forget to make sure all the hair around it's sex and ass are removed,” Merle advised over the cows squeals of discomfort.
Will ran the depliator down the cows belly, taking his time to let the rotating drum of teeth grip on to the hairs and pluck them from the slightly fleshy bump of it's pubic mound. It took several passes of the device to remove the tough curly strands of blonde hair.
It alo took a great deal of effort on Loe's part to hold the cow still as it bucked and squealed, constantly trying to pull away from the painful removal of the last of her body hair.
“Almost done Will?”
“Almost,... Just got the odd one or two to remove.”
“Close enough boys,” Merle said, gesturing for them to stop before he turned to the herd of female students. “At this point we normally get one of our Worker-Cows to use some tweezers to do the fine work of removing any remaining hair with a set of tweezers. Would any of you like to try the hair removal?”
One girl went to raise her hand, only to find it slapped down by a friend. She was fortunant that Merle was in a kidding mood.”
“Let me rephrase that. Would any of you like to finish removing the body hair from this cow?”
This time, the same girl looked at her friend first, then raised her hand fully.
“Well, come on then,...” Merle said, holding out a set of tweezers he'd pulled from a wall cupboard next to the depilator machinery. “While the boys hold her still, pluck out any hairs you can find.”
“Yes Mr Hill,” the short, dark haired girl replyed, taking the proffered tool and stepping up to the cow.
As the boys held Tatiana to keep her from swaying, she watched one of her students look her naked body up and down, the girls expression leaving her in no doubt that she was in for more pain. The girl was one she'd had to mark down several times recently for poor classwork and disruptive behaviour, and Tatiana figured the girl was about to take some frustration out on her teacher.
“Well, get to it Tess,” Leo prompted.
“Hold her real still for me?”
“Sure, sure.”
Tess ran her left hand over the cows skin, pauseing everytime she felt stubble or a missed hair. She'd then use the tweezers to pull the offending hair from flesh. Most of the hairs she just yanked quickly on, making the cow twitch a little as it was quickly removed.
Some folicles she took longer on. Tess could take her time to slowly pull on them whenever the hair was in a sensitive area as she moved around the cows body. She ran her hand over every inch of the cows skin, going round her legs and arms and torso several times, pucking out every remaining hair she found, and delighting in both the feel of the soft hide and the reaction to her attentions.
Eventually she was satisfied with throughness, and dropped to her knees in front of the cow.
“Spread 'em” she asked the boys, who took the top of a leg each and pulled out sideways fast enough to make the cow grunt as her ankles shifted against the frame. Looking up Tessa had a wide open view of the cows cunt fillet, and could spot several errant hairs that the boys had missed.
The cow yelped as the first hair was quickly pulled out from it's root. She made more noises as Tess pulled on individual hairs, sometimes taking long enough to distend the skin several centermeters before the folicle would slowly give up its grip in to the sensitive flesh.
Tess was carefull to make sure she removed every errant strand of curly blonde hair, moving the cows cunt lips around to make sure the was no stragglers left behind. “Almost down boys. There's just this little one here to get rid of.”
The boys whooped on hollered as the cow suddenly bucked and struggled, screaming in pain and trying to break from their and the frame's grasp.
“Whoops, guess that wasn't a hair after all,” Tess replied, releasing her grip on the tweezers to let the tool slide free of the cow's clit. “Still attached. Quit complaining, you don't have any use for it any more,” she said to the cow in a cold voice.
“That might be true, but I do,” Merle said, his voice turning Tess cold, the colour washing from her own pale skin as the business owner laid one hand on Tess's shoulder, squeezing the girl firmly. “You could have damaged my merchandise there. Cunt fillet, especially a prime pussy like this one, has a premium value. Cunt fillets that have been circumcised are impossible to sell. You could have cost me quite a few dollars there.”
“Boys, while Mr Davis and I shift the cow along to the first cleansing station, would the two of you mind giving this Pre-Graded non-cow ten open handed slaps to each rump cheek?”
“Sure thing Mr Hill” Leo responded, nodding to Will, who in turn quickly jumped to hold Tess down, making the girl yelp as she was suddenly swung over the much larger boys knee and felt his right hand slap her ass with great force.
“Do I need to remind the rest of you the consequences for damaging stock?”
“No Mr Hill,..” the girls answered in the standard chorus of assembled schoolgirls.
Some of them turned to watch Tess getting her rump slapped before they followed as Mr Davis and the remaining male student half dragged their ex teacher to the next work station on the rail.
There was a break in the slapping sounds behind them, then another squeal from Tess as Leo took over the ass pumeling work.
“Dude, what's that smell?” Will asked his classmate as Leo slapped away.
“Arousal,.. You enjoying this Tess?”
“Ahh,.. err,.. yeah. I get off on it,” she said between Leo's last few slaps, relaxing and enjoying the warmth radiating up from her buttocks as the boy rested his hand on one upturned check.
“How much, I wonder?” Leo asked.
Tess yelped again, this time in suprise, as Leo quickly pushed two fingers inside her wet pussy.
“Dude, she look's so wet,..”
“Really,” Leo commented, changing his grip to shove his thumb inside her and move the dripping wet fingers to rub across Tess's clit, eliciting deep, quiet, moans from her.
“Awe hell, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that.”
“Tell me when you're right on the verge.”
“Ohhh, ooooo,.. Oh my,. I'm there, oh no,.. Arrgh!”
Leo stood up, leaving Tess to flop uncomfortably belly first on to the floor, his hand pulled away just when she was about to climax, leaving her without that final release.
“aaaarrhh,... no,” she moaned, frustrated.
“That'll keep you on you're toes. Be nice to us on the bus back to school and you'll go home with a sore rump and a decent orgasm” Leo told her. “Now, get off the floor and back to the rest of the group, non-cow.”
Tess gave him a dirty look before climbing to her feet. She took a couple of quick steps to get around the two boys, teasing them by rolling her naked ass more than normal as she walked a few steps ahead.
“Dude, I so want to fuck her senseless” Will stated under his breath, “But I can't get near her at school.”
“So, do her on the bus, or drag her in to one of the private rooms,” Leo replyed, pointing to the row of doors running down one side of the processing room. “Dad says one of the perks of working here is you can fuck any cow you want, anytime, so long as when she reaches final processing she's cleaned up.”
“Your Dad's got a killer job dude.”
“Yep,...”
“Ah, boys, you're back with us,” Merle said waving them forward to see what was happening.
“Now, this is the Interior Cleanse Station. Here we flush the cow's digestive system, you can all see the white fluid pumping in to the tube in her mouth. The tube is actually fitted all the way down to the stomach entrance, pumping in the cleanser as it is pushed down the throat.”
All of the students watched as Merle locked the tube in place using a steel clamp that attached the tube to the restraint frame above the cows head, before he took a few steps back.
“Pressure from the incoming fluid slowly fills the gullet from end to end. It works the fluid all the way through past any digested foodstuffs the cows consumed. You can see her belly's already beginning to swell from the volume of cleanser.”
“Most cows put up a little struggle here, thinking that they'll retain their dignity if they don't shit themselves in public. The smart ones just let the contents wash straight out, the fighters still get washed out, but it just takes a little longer for the pressure to force it all out.”
“Mr Hill, what's the numbers on the whiteboard behind her?” the big breasted blonde asked when Merle paused to watch the process.
“That's the weekly pool. The staff run a tipping pool to guess the weeks highest pressure before the flush occurs, and a bonus pool is awarded if any cow beats the highest ever pressure.”
Merle watched as the classmates all took a jump backwards as the cow's ass opened up and her intestines contents were dumped out on to the tiled floor of the cleansing station, ready to be flushed away in to the drainage system by the continuing stream of white fluid.
“I should point out that the cleanser is based on an antacid compound, to neturalise the acididty of the stomach contents before passing them through the gullet. The process is uncomfortable and somewhat messy, but it is very effective.”
He took a few seconds to remove the pipe, leaving the cow spluttering and shaking as he waved the largest male student forward to push her along the railway.
“Lets move her on to the external cleanse.”
As the boy pushed the cow further along, the bespecticaled student asked “Ever tried a scented or flavoured cleanser?”
“We did, but it tainted the flavour of a few cows under certain cooking conditions, so we discontinued it's use.”
“Good question though,” Merle added quiet enough so the rest of the students wouldn't hear, giving the girl a quick smile.
“Here we are,” he stated to the group as the cows frame swung to a sudden stop over another tiled section of floor, leaving her swaying. He noted causally to himself that her large breasts took a moment longer than the rest of her to follow the drag of the swinging frame. Merle licked his lips thinking of the soft, suculent meat held in those full fleshy orbs.
“Ok boys. Take a hose and a scrubbing brush each and user the exterior wash fluid to clean off any residue from the interior cleanse, or from your bit of fun with the cow earlier.”
“Yessir.” the three boys replied, quickly and efficiently scrubbing Tatiana down, leaving her skin pink from the efforts, and her long blonde tresses matted down her back.
“What's this one for?” the large boy asked, holding up a hose fitting in a sealed plastic bag.
“That's obvious Dave,” Leo replied before Merle had to answer.
Taking the fitting, he attached the odd, almost cock shaped scrubbing head to a hose, and then forced it up in to the cows cunt before turning the tap to push cleanser out of the head. Twisting the scrubber side to side, he worked it's short bristlely surface against the insides of the cunt as the cleanser began to flow out the well filled opening and down the cows thighs.
“It's the cunt cleaner, to get rid of all the cum we filled her with before.”
“Oh, I see. Can I?,..” Dave asked, motioning that he'd like to try operating the scrubber.
He took over, rolling and wiggling the rather spiky head inside the cow, enjoying the expresions of pain and dissatisfaction of it's face.
“Looks like she's good and done now boys,” Merle commented, walking around the hanging meat to inspect it. “Yep, all clean inside and out.”
“Now, I heard you saying your father works here Leo, and that he's mentioned the private rooms. As your Dad knows, from this station onwards, staff may no longer make use of a cow, unless during final processing the cow causes any difficulty, at which point a staff member can push a cow aside on the rail, where it can be disciplined and then re-cleansed for processing.”
“Girls. You need to be aware that disciplined cows are automatically down graded.”
“A-Grades tend to be processed as a whole unit, for spit roasts, oven bakes, or full body vacuum sealed units for client use.”
“Most of you are going to be A-Grades when you time comes, and so will be injected with nerve deadeners before final processing to ensure your meat is not soured by the body's natural reactions to pain.”
“Adrenalin tends to sour the meat.”
“Most B-Grades get a neural shunt fitted to the back of the head before being sliced down in to the respective cuts.”
“A-Grades dropped to B-Grading don't get the shunt, and so get to feel the knife, and have their meat sold of to fast food outlets.”
“Get dropped to C-grade or worse, and you'll go through the grinder with no 'help'.”
“Regular C's and D's for the grinder get vacuum snuffed first.”
“Basically, if you misbehave during processing, you'll get fucked mercilessly by the staff, and then by the machinery. Behave, and you'll experience a humane conversion in to a valued commodity that's making the world a better place to live.”
“Questions?” he asked the very pale faces of the pre-cows.
“You look like you don't believe me?” he said to the big titted blonde.
She lifted her massive breasts and said “Already lactating. Daddy's a Milk cow breeder and he tells me I'll be his star producer. I know I won't get to be meat for a long time, and then, I'll probably be a home roast for the farm hands.”
“Well. Just make sure you do then, smart arses tend to get downgraded several times,” Merle replied, taking the girl down a notch, and making her loose the last of her defiance. He could see tears welling in her eyes and was satisfied that she'd behave quietly for the rest of the tour.
“Mr Hill. What about the cow's hair?” the girl with the glasses asked, clearly not upset by what she'd just been told.
“Ahh, yes. Moving on people and pre-cows. The hair. We used to shave off the heads during at the hair removal station, but there is much more demand now for A-Grade product to have a more pleasant display state.”
He waved the boys to slide the cow further down the railway.
“At the next stop we just brush it back out of the way, tie it all up in to a pony-tail to keep it out of the processing machinery. One of the last stops after processing is a presentation station, where our Worker-Cows apply edible make-up and body paints where requested by customer orders, as well as style the hair with a flame retardant 'hold' spray, that keeps the style in place during most regular cooking sessions.”
“Oh,..” the girl commented, nodding her head in a 'that makes sense' way.
“So, which one of you lot would like to brush the cows hair back for me?”
Several girl stuck their hands up, Merle chose one and pointed her in the direction of the collection of combs and brushes laid out in seal plastic bags.
As Merle noticed Will pulling a resistant Tess in to one of the private room's, one hand over the pre-cows mouth and the other wrapped around her gut to drag her along, the business owner spoke to the rest of the class while they watched their classmate tidy up their teachers long tresses.
“You'll all note that all of the tools we apply to each cow come sealed in a bag to keep them sterile until used, and that each is placed in a bin after each cow is treated at each station along the way to final processing.”
“All of the brushes and tweezers, everything, is sent out to be cleaned and sterilised, ensuring there are no contaminates from the processing, from staff, or from other cows, during any of the stages between conversion and shipping. We pride ourselves on having an extremly clean workplace, with zero workplace incidents or injuries for the last seven, nearly eight years.”
“That attitude of respect towards the workers and product, and their work ethic, is what has kept Hills Meat Products at the top level of customer satisfaction from the day we opened the business of Meat Conversion and Preparation.”
“Now. While we wait for a slot to open up for our cow in the processing schedule, and have a Worker-Cow match this cow to a customer order, why don't you all follow me to the cafeteria for some refreshments.”
More to come soon. ;-)
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This story goes from good to better! Roll on the next part(s)!
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Really, really loving this, more ASAP please. =]
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So, I guess that Tess's troublemaking resulted in a full relaxing of the 'look don't touch' warning? The first punishment, the logic connects, but unless her penalty was still being held over her head (and I may have missed something) wouldn't dragging her to the private room not be allowed?
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Ahhh,.....
Real Life got in the way of Fantasy Life for tooooo long, one of the reasons this section is a little shorter than the other two.
Th other is that the end of it got hard to write and made me squeamish, but I follow the story where it leads, so,...
So if you feel squeamish too, then that's ok.
Apoligies if I've left typo's in. 8-)
Anywho...
“So, what’s it like, working here while you wait to be processed?” a female student asked one of the cafeteria’s A-Grade workers, when the cow dipped low enough for the student to take a glass of orange juice from the serving tray.
The cow gave her a look that said ‘No different to what you will’, before tottering off to serve drinks to the next table. As she did, the girl noted the small scar to the side of the A-grades throat, just where a processing tech would slice in to cut the nerve to the cows laranx.
From behind the student could see how the cow’s arms had been bent up behind her, so the wrists could be bound up between it’s shoulder blades. The leather strap used on the wrists wrapped under it’s upper arms and around the body to meet in a V just above the dildo pushed deep inside it’s sex.
As the waitress cow dipped to deliver more drinks, the student could see that tension on the straps forced the cow to keep it’s spine straight and breasts pushed forward.
“Mr Hill?”
“Yes?”
“What stops the dildo coming out of the waitresses’s pussy?”
“Ah,.. It’s not a dildo. It’s a cunt plug.”
“A cunt plug?”
“The section inside the cow is shaped like an inverted pear,” Merle answered, holding up a example of one of the fruit from the complementary bowl in the centre of the table and turning it upside down. “But unlike this one, the wide part of the plug isn’t smooth, it’s covered in retractable spikes under the rubberised skin of the plug.”
“When it’s fitted, the kitchen staff turn the plugs exposed end to screw out the spikes until the cow squeals, and then wind the spike back in a couple of turns, just far enough to make it possible for the cow to do it’s job.”
The face of student who’d asked the question scrunched up as she imagined the discomfort involved.
“How do they keep the trays stable?” Dave asked.
“Besides the chains holding it up from the nipple rings, there’s also a short chain underneath that goes to a belly button ring,” Merle replied.
“So, the weight is on their tit’s, and the gut keeps it still enough for them to serve from” Dave commented, already bored with the conversation and wondering what he could do to fuck the waitress in the ass while twisting the spikes out.
“Can she speak at all?” the female student asked.
“No. Once the cunt plugs in, the staff put an indicator mark on it to show how far it should be set to each day, and then the cows all have their voices trimmed. We found it makes the dining experience more pleasant when one doesn’t have to listen to the cows moaning, or the wails when the chef needs a waitress for the luncheon buffet.”
“Oh,…” the girl responded, hoping she wouldn’t end up working for Merle.
“Now, if you’ll all finish up, it’s time to run our cow through final processing.”
Picking up a sheaf of papers one of the office worker cows had delivered to Merle just after the tour group had entered the Café, and right before he had her report to the chef to provide her perky c-cups for the meat wrapper on the tour groups sushi appetisers. Rather than waste the rest of the cow, the chef had used her thighs for the steaks currently being finished off by the employees, and her rump was stewing as a pot roast for the overnight cleaning crew.
By the time the tour group were ready to continue, their lunch cow’s remains were already being processed in to feed for the rare animals at the Zoo ten miles down the road.
Looking at the papers, Merle announced “Well, it looks like our cow fits the requirements for a Japanese special order. They want a vacuum sealed ‘Big breasted blonde’ for the ceremonies at their harvest festival.”
“Hmmmm,….”
Merle thought for a moment then added, “Looks like you’ll miss out on seeing her ride the ‘Electro-Snuffer’ or the ‘Jessica 3000’,…”
Merle paused as the class sort of groaned. Through lunch, most of the conversation has centered on how they would like to see their teacher die. The consensus had been that Miss Collins would look best on the Jessica, so her large breasts could be displayed prominently swinging below her body once it was mounted on the spit until she was delivered to a customer.
“Well. Maybe we can step her most of the way through, and then pull her off the Jessica and show you how the vacuum ‘Snuff’N’Seal’ works.”
Merle took the looks and comments from the students as a very positive response to that idea.
“Ah,… Here’s our missing pair,” Merle added as Will dragged a somewhat stunned Tess in to the cafeteria. “Are you dripping on my floor?”
Tess looked at the floor, and the trail of white droplets that followed from where she’d been, to her feet, and up between her legs, before lolling her head towards Will.
“Ummmm,…”
“That would be my fault Mr Hill. I thought it only fair to scrub Tess down and give her a full flush out before bringing her in to the Café. I didn’t think you’d be happy to have a student in here covered in sweat, and other human fluids.”
Merle gave Will a stern look for a moment.
“So, you’re taking responsibility for her mess?”
“Yessir,..” Will replied sheepishly.
“Then you’d better grab a pair of mops, and the two of you can clean it up. Can’t have anyone slipping over on it.”
“Yessir” Will answered in a much more positive manner, dragging a still half dazed Tess back out the way they’d came.
“I think that boys’ in love” Leo said to Dave.
“Finally got to fuck her after what, three years of wishing?”
“Yup.”
“Well, where were we. Oh, yes, back to the tour, and we’ll get the cow set up for a demonstration of the Jessica,” Merle commented, turning and heading back in to the processing area without bothering to look and see if the class was following, but knowing that none of them would straggle very far behind.
A few minutes later the students were again gathered around the frame Tatiana's naked form still hung from. Some of the girls were discussing how smooth her skin was, others noting that her waistline was thinner now that her gut had been flushed of all of it's contents. Two of the boys were discussing just how nice her large breasts looked as they rose and fell with each of her breaths.
Will however, was more concerned with the stern looks he was getting from Mr. Davis and Merle Hill, especially when the motioned him aside from the group and spoke to him in lowered but very serious tones.
“Young man, do you realise how much trouble you could be in right now?” Merle asked.
“No sir, ?”
“You were told earlier that the pre-cows are off-limits for use, and yet you dragged one off in to play room and clearly fucked it's brains out.”
“I looked at her, she looked at me, she was begging for it and I gave it to her. I didn't plan it sir. I just did what comes naturally.”
“Well, if she or her father complains about you doing what comes naturally, you could end up indebted to her for a long time. The penalties for abusing a girl with the 'Federal Protected' stamp across her rump can be anything from four weeks community service to loosing ten of your own meat cows in to federal stock. You'd better hope she doesn't realise that she can complain about it.”
Will gulp down a breath before meekly uttering a “Yes sir” as the colour drained from his face at the thought of having to explain to his father how he may have lost ten of their herd of specialy trained cock sucking cows.
“Ok, back to the group,” Lonnie told the boy, sharing a wry grin with Merle, who then moved to guide them all on to the next stage.
“Right, is everyone ready?”
Merle noted the positve murmer from the females and then waved them all forward to towards a cubicle erected under a siding in the overhead rail for the meat cow holding frames.
“As you can see, all the cleaning lines come to the central distribution station, where cows are sorted to run down the rails leading to each type of processing, whether that be live spitting, electro-chairs, sectioning, bleed-out and dry freeze for jerky, grinding for plant food, vacuum snuff'n'seal, or, for the best stock, special order processing.”
“As I've said, we're proud of just how much product we can get out of raw cows, such as what we're about to do now.”
“While you all were happily volunteering for your Pre-Grading exam, your cow here showed some physical traits that a considered to be highly in demand, and rather than see those traits dissappear his her in to the food cycle, we use this station to recover the genetic material required to help breed more females with these traits.”
“Which traits sir?” the bespecticalled girl asked.
“Well, the obvious is physical features, such as the cows large breasts that have retained a high percentage of their initial youthful perk, the rounded and yet supple rump, resonably low body fat content, especially usefull in providing lean-meat to the heath food market. Beyond that, the cows records indicated it's lineage produces high quality meat, and behaviour that is just docile enough to be pleasant, but intelligent enough to be self suffcient during most of it's non-cow exsistance.”
“Basically, that boils down to good quality product and low environmental, and socio-economic impact.”
“So, the cow provides a positive for the community both before and after conversion?” Dave commented.
“Exactly. Cows like this one are desirable over ones that waste resources and are no more than meat waiting to become fast food.”
Merle could see the smart girl wanted to ask another question. “Yes?”
“Any, 'other' traits?”
“She screams and squirts,” Dave answered in a rude voice before Merle could reply.
“Crude, but yes, it displayed sexual behaviour that contained qualitys many men find appealing,” Merle answered. “So, rather than loose those qualitys, we harvest the ovaries, some marrow, and a selection of adult stem-cells, from which we can then onsell to breeders looking to add this cows traits in to their own herds.”
“Ahhh,...” said the girl.
“You all should be aware that there's another cubicle like this one down the 'sectioning' line where we have a whole permanent medical staff waiting to remove vital organs from desiease free cows, ready to transplant in to men, and women over thirty five, who are in need of vital organs.”
“That's just one of the reasons your health is so important in the grading scheme. Even though the rest of you is m | | |
