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Meat Girl Stories


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With these scientists help, the world governments started to alter human reproduction, to create more women on the planet then men. This action led to the birth rate of about 10 females to each male. Naturally, men were thrilled, but soon there were debates raging over what to do with the increased human population. The world governments decided that the only way to both feed the masses and to control the population was start a meat lottery. Women who were unmarried, over 23, or were not the first born into a family, were collected, and designated “surplus”.
These surplus women were then moved to huge farms outside most major towns, where they were allowed to be fattened, milked, then on a given day, a set number were to be butchered for meat. Once the initial collection process was done, governments began to pay the men of each family to donate any excess females to the meat farms, once they were 4 years old. This age allowed for the surplus women to be given the best health care around, and still allowed them to have some basic motor skills taught. Once the girls were 4, they were taken to the local hu-cow farms, where the women in the herd would raise the girls to be cattle. Sarah was one of these hu-cows.
After the hu-cows were placed in the receiving docks by the depositing family members, workers would tag each hu-cow, and then a special paint dye was added to their skin, coloring them for life as cattle. Then the hu-cows were released into the pens, to be raised by the older hu-cows.
As the selection process began, the first to be sorted out were those hu-cows who were over 40. These were loaded into a cattle car first. Then the workers took the remaining eligible hu-cows, and made them run around in the ring. Those who couldn’t or refused to run were loaded into the cattle train.
Sarah and about 30 other hu-cows were running around the ring. Workers would periodically take a hu-cow out of the mass, and put them over their knees, to be spanked. This was to test the meat, or so the workers told the hu-cows. In part, it was true, but the workers also liked to see the hu-cows bottoms turn red from the spankings.
After a time running, the hu-cows were split up into three groups. One group was led to the cattle cars, the second to the milking bays, and the third back to the main lots. Sarah was led along with a few hu-cows, to the cattle cars.
As they climbed up the ramps, the doors were sealed shut behind them, and the train started moving. The hu-cows all started to moo in a scared fashion, since they couldn’t speak. The train gathered speed, and soon, the farm was long gone.
The train pulled to a stop at a warehouse, on the outskirts of the city. The hu-cows were unceremoniously whipped and prodded into the giant facility, where each was hoisted up by their ankles.
As the line moved forward, each hu-cow heard the sound of the cows before them squeal then stop suddenly, and each started to panic. The workers at the meat plant were used to the struggling hu-cows, however, and paid them no mind.
As each hu-cow got to the end of the line, a worker with a bolt gun would approach each hu-cow, and fire a bolt thru its head, killing it instantly. Then the lifeless hu-cow was moved forward, where another worker would gut the carcass, and divide it into parts. In short, it took less than 10 minutes for the hu-cows to become meat for the waiting families in the city.
Sarah was no exception. Soon, her meat and the meat of the other luckless hu-cows was on its way to the local delis and supermarkets, where the next generations of hu-cows were already being fed and bred for their time in the yards.
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Carol and Kerry Ann worked well together. Carol's cooking had improved during the two months after she started working for the Gourmet Club. Kerry Ann would give her the best cuts of meat for the Club. When Carol received the cuts she would improvise on a recipe she knew or she would make one up to fit the cut or social event at the club.
Right now Carol was at home following a recipe, that she had find in a food magazine, called the Drunken Rump Roast. She had asked Kerry Ann for a good cut of meat, because her parents were coming for a visit and Carol wanted to make a good impression.
She had written to tell them about her job, leaving out the fact about the Long Pig. Her mother had called in answer to say that she was happy for Carol and to tell her that they were coming for a visit.
Her Parents had arrived when there was an hour left to add the leeks, onions and carrots and salt. They had brought a bottle of blood red California Cabernet with them. By the time they had entered the dinning room Carol finished setting the table.
“The table looks lovely Carol. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No thank you Mom. All I have to do is bring out dinner.”
Carol brought out dinner and served her parents before she served herself. She saw that her parents really enjoyed the Rump Roast and smiled. If only they knew what it came from.
“Thank you Mom, I know the butcher.”
After dinner, Carol and her Parents went into the front room. Carol had seen that they wanted to talk.
“Mom, what is bothering you and Dad?”
“We didn't want to bother you but there are some disagreeable people who are trying to take our home.”
“Yes but they can't do anything until something happens.”
“They call themselves the Dehuggo Company.”
“I think I heard that name before. They are into buying businesses and then resell them at a profit.”
“Yes, that's them. Right now they are buying clubs. You better warn your employer.”
Carol called Kerry Ann and told her what her Parents had said. Kerry Ann didn't answer and Carol heard some noise.
“I've found a letter from Dehuggo. I researched them and Dehuggo is made up of ten healthy men. Did I say healthy I meant to say wealthy men.”
Carol heard a chuckle on the other in of the line. Kerry Ann must have a plan and Carol had an idea what was going to happen to those ten wealthy and healthy men.
“Carol how long will your Parents be staying?”
“They will be going tomorrow morning. Why?”
“I want to meet them and tell them not to worry. Also I have a recipe that I'll bring over that you might like to try.”
Next morning Kerry Ann met Carol's Parents. “These are my parents Mary and Frank Williams. Mom, Dad this is Kerry Ann my boss.”
“Don't worry about me I know how to handle men like the Dehuggo Company.”
“If you say so, Carol thanks for a delicious meal. Maybe I should start buying from your butcher.”
“Thank you Mom and I'll ask my butcher if I can get some for you.”
After they left Carol and Kerry Ann went to the kitchen. Carol set a coffee cake and then coffee on the table.
“Carol I like your parents, I also have good news. I have a Long Pig spit rotisserie pit. James and Paul made it for me.”
“That sounds great, have you used it yet?”
“No, I thought you might want to be there when I use it.”
“Yes I would, did you say you had a recipe for me?”
Kerry Ann searched her purse. Then she handed it to Carol.
Carol looked at the handwritten recipe. She read:
Deep Fried Testicles
This dish is a favorite with the ladies. The guys don't care for it so much.. It makes a perfect appetizer for baby showers and wedding showers.
Ingredients:
8 - 10 ball sacks with testicles intact
1 egg
flour
salt and pepper
oil
Directions:
Dip testicles in egg, drudge through flour and sprinkle with salt and pepper to taste. Heat oil in a frying pan or deep fryer and fry until golden brown. Serve with barbecue sauce or ketchup.
“That looks like a good recipe. Do you have any volunteers?”
Kerry Ann laughed, “No but I may have some soon.”
“What are we going to do about them?”
“The letter said that two of them will be coming here the day after tomorrow. Do you think you can make lunch for us?”
“How about a Simple Southwestern Chicken Salad? I saw it in the same food magazine that I got the Drunken Rump Roast. I can cook it in your kitchen.”
“That will be fine. Go shopping tomorrow and bring it over. You can come over early and then fix lunch.”
They were sitting near the outdoor oven. The two men from Dehuggo were sitting side near the oven. Kerry Ann and Carol were sitting opposite them. Between then was the bowl where the salad had been and some rolls.
“Thank you Mr. Williams. Can you tell us why the Dehuggo Company wants my club?”
“And you think that the Dehuggo Company can bring the Gourmet Club up to that potential.”
“The Gourmet Club is a peculiar club unlike any other club. I doubt that you will have the same results as I do.”
“Maybe we should talk to your employees.”
“I am her only employee,” Carol said. “And I am on Kerry Ann side.”
The two men pushed their empty plates away. Standing, they looked around the area and then walked over to the large outdoor oven. Kerry Ann laughed as one of them stepped into the rotisserie pit.
He was luck that the pit was still lined with dirt and not the gravel she had planned. He stood and brushed off his knees and lower legs.
Williams helped him out of the pit.
“How about him being the first Long Pig for the pit?” whispered Carol.
Kerry Ann looked the man over. The man looked to be in excellent condition plus when he had fallen it had been lengthwise and he fit just perfectly.
“Yes, he can be the one that christens our knew rotisserie pit.”
“Mr. Johnson I'm sorry about that. I should have covered that rotisserie pit.”
Mr. Johnson looked at her not sure how to take her apology. He then decided to take it on face value.
“I should have watched where I was going. That rotisserie pit and the outdoor oven seem very large just to cook meat.”
“My Gourmet Club is popular. They have to be large so a lot of meat can be cooked at a time. There will be times when Carol will use the outdoor oven and I use the rotisserie pit at the same time.”
“How are you going to spin the rotisserie? By hand or by motor?”
“I'm planning to have an automated crank and pulley. It will be hooked up to a slow-moving motor.”
“We are going back and talk to the others of our company. We will tell them how you feel.”
Carol whispered to Kerry Ann about them inviting to a meal. She nodded and then smiled.
“Gentlemen, why don't you invite the rest of the Dehuggo Company here for a meal. We can try to convince you we don't want to sell and you can try to convince us to sell.”
“That is fine with me,” Mr. Johnson replied. “We will leave now. When we decide on a day I will call you and make an appointment to eat at the Gourmet Club.”
“That is fine with me see you then.”
After they were gone, “I can't believe that we are going to have that much meat.”
“Don't forget Carol we have to catch them unaware. We might be able to get the police in on this. They can keep most of them in the jail until we are ready for them.”
“I agree. I can give my mother some of the meat, maybe a rump roast or two. Also I can make that Deep Fried Testicles you gave me the recipe for.”
Kerry Ann laughed and Carol joined her. They walked inside and while Carol was getting the coffee Kerry Ann called the Police Chief.
Chief Davis hang up the phone. He knew about the Dehuggo Company, so has half the Police in the county. No loyalty to the companies they buy they were just in it for the power and money. Ten men, one for the rotisserie pit and the others nine for whatever Kerry Ann and Carol could thing of serving.
He walked out of his office and turned left. He passed two doors, one on the right and another on the left, before he reached the door down to the basement. Unlocking the door he entered and walked down the stairs. Coming to another door he unlocked it and turned on a light.
Chief Davis had just entered the basement jail. It hadn't been used for about ten years not until he had met Kerry Ann and had lunch with her. Now the basement jail had a new name, The Meat Locker.
He checked all the cells and then walked back upstairs. Kerry Ann had a plan and just needed a storage unit for the Long Pig before she butchered them..
A week later Mr. Johnson called Kerry Ann. “The Dehuggo Company would like to have lunch at the Gourmet Club.”
“A week from today at one o'clock. We want to make sure that you have plenty of time to cook a good meal.”
“Thank you I'll start planning it now. See you in a week.”
A day later, Kerry Ann was in Carol's kitchen. They were planning the Luncheon. Carol was looking through an old cookbook.
“How about Beef Wellingtons? The way I figure the recipe change I would need 10, 4 ounce, beef tenderloin filets.”
“My business has been doing exceeding well as of late. I have the tenderloin filet you need. How long does the recipe call for cooking?”
“That is good, I need one hour and five minutes for it to be cooked..”
“They will be here at one o'clock.”
“I can be ready by then. What are your plans to get the main ingredients for that Deep Fried Testicles recipe?”
“Don't forget Carol I just need one to be left on for the rotisserie pit.”
“That's fine with me. Call when you need me to go shopping for the ingredients for the Beef Wellington.”
Two days later Carol's mother called. Carol could tell that her Mother was worried because she never called on Sunday.
“No it is the Dehuggo Company. They took our home and gave us three days to get out. Tomorrow is the last day, we've put most of our things in storage but we need a place to stay.”
“Mom, you and Dad move in here. You can live with me until we can find a place for both of you.”
“Yes Mom I'm sure. Bring what you have and come here. I'll ask Kerry Ann to help look for a place for both of you.”
“Thank you. See you when we get there.”
Carol hang up and then dial Kerry Ann. After the fourth ring she answered.
“Kerry Ann, they got my parents' home.”
“Carol don't worry we'll get them. Those sons-of-bitches will get whats coming to them. I know a place that your parents can rent.”
“That is good. When my parents come I'll call.”
Three days later Carol's parents arrived following a moving vine. Kerry Ann had rented a place for them and by nightfall they had moved in.
“Mom, I brought some food so you don't have to cook tonight.”
“Thank you Carol. What about the Gourmet Club?”
“Don't worry Kerry Ann knows what she doing.”
The days passed and soon it was the day before the luncheon. Carol did the shopping and brought the supplies over to Kerry Ann's house.
“They are doing fine. In fact they like it better here then they did in their old home. Kerry Ann how are you going to deal with those men once we have them?”
“The Police Chief will help us. He has a place to store them until we are ready to butcher and cook them.”
The next day the Dehuggo Company arrived on time for luncheon. After sitting both Carol and Kerry Ann served the Beef Wellingtons. After tasting it everyone was quiet enjoying the meal. After finishing the meal Kerry Ann brought out ten Brandies for the Dehuggo Company.
“Thank you Mr. Johnson. Now lets get down to business I will not sell the Gourmet Club.”
“Ms. Franklin you would be rich by sell. Why don't you want to sell?”
“The Gourmet Club means a lot to me and the people that live here. It is more then just a eating place the Gourmet Club is family.”
The Dehuggo Company talked among themselves and continued to drink the Brandy. One or two started to yawn, another three seem to be having trouble keeping their eyes open.
Mr. Johnson who was not drinking as fast as the others noticed that they were getting very sleepy. Then he found himself yawning and feeling sleepy.
A voice beside him said “Pleas relax Mr. Johnson. Let the sleeping powder work.”
“Sleeping powder!” He poured what was left of the Brandy out onto the ground. But Mr. Johnson had drank most of the Brandy and it was still affecting him.
He watched as Carol helped the other men to lay on the ground. He tried to stand but all his body wanted to was to keep sitting.
“Just relax Johnson you will soon be asleep.” Kerry Ann stood in front of him. “Allow me tell you what we serve here as the main course at the Gourmet Club. We serve Long Pig.”
“Human meat Mr. Johnson. For now we eat male humans and you have the honor to be the first to be cooked on the rotisserie pit.”
Johnson looked at the pit and saw that it was lined with gravel. He also saw a spit and the slow-moving motor.
“You will be spitted alive from anus to mouth. We will cover your testicles, penis and ears so they won't burn. Your hands will be tied behind your back and your legs will be tied to the spit.”
Johnson had no control over his body now. He saw that the others were asleep and he would soon will be.
“The police will know something is wrong!” He yawn for a fourth time.
“No Chief Davis is one of my best costumers. So is the police force..”
Johnson felt himself being slowly lowered to the ground. He didn't feel the ground when he reached it.
When he awoke Johnson found himself naked and in a cage. He looked around and saw a large butcher block and knifes. Hearing a sound he turned around and saw both women entering the room.
“This is where I have Johnson, the rest are in the Meat Locker under the police station. Have a good sleep Johnson?”
He grabbed the bars, “The others will escape! Someone will hear them!”
“No, the Meat Locker is sound proof. I hope you enjoyed your last meal because for the next two days you'll be fasting also you'll have two liters of NuLYTELY Solution will leave your intestines spa
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