The Evil Farmer ( 1 )
HumiliationThe evil sodbuster
It is the near future and after respective state of war, law-breaking and
violence is still autochthonal as the constabulary are very thinly on the
ground and in places it is disorderly with the law frequently ignored.
matter are slowly getting back to normal but meat is scarce and people will
try any type of meat that is given to them to eat.
The black marketplace for goods makes 60 % of the economy.
It was the summer holidays and five Whitney Young women who all
wanted to go to art college tried to enrol but their trend
was full until the succeeding year.
Mary, Sophie, Fiona, Debbie and Maxine were hanging out at
Sophie's mansion pondering what to do in the mean time.
We could all get temp jobs said Fiona. What about a stave
the worldly concern hitch backpacking said Maxine.
What with ? said Mary we have hardly any money.
Sophie was flicking through an alternative female artist
diary and in it an advert caught her eye.
It said"Come relax on the farm, dissemble you are an animal
and go through the life cycle of an fauna of your choice"
refreshed air, food and good party at Edith Smith's farm !
price is not a job for young budding artists and others.
On making contact with the farm they all agreed that a cheap gap away from it all would do them good so they decided to go
and went on the yearn geartrain journeying to the place in the
country.
As they came out of the station all excitedly a minibus was
there waiting for them to pick them up.
It was another long journey in the countryside in the eye of
nowhere before they turned off on to another prospicient secret
malicious gossip track.
In high spirits they chatted and smiled until they saw a
meat truck heading out. As they looked they saw women tied
up, optic extensive spread out trying to mussitate something but they
did n't know what to make of it. The driver said do n't
worry S & M.
As they pulled up they all got out of the minibus to be
greeted by a lovely old lady Mrs metalworker.
hello my dears. Welcome to my farm. delight call me Edith I
do go for you enjoy your time here. It is lovely and relaxing
and you get to really unwind.
Fiona asks Edith who were those girls on that essence truck ?
Oh do n't worry about that for now my dear as she puts her
arm around the lady friend comfortingly they were just getting the
full feel for life sentence on the farm. We have all sorting here.
nudist, S & M People. In this day and age we have to
diversify to induce money.
We even have a puppy farm here breeding wom - err
bitches.
They all nod in agreement.
As you can see on the walls we have draw of award winning
substance, succulent and juicy supplying sausages, costa and
anything else we can muster she says warmly.
Now then what animals would you delightful lady friend like to
be ?
What animal do you suggest said Debbie ?
Well you could be embryonic membrane or for the larger ladies they like to
make-believe to be pigs"she chortles"
Or cavalry. But you noblewoman could be - Friesian cows she
suggests.
Oh yes let 's be Bos taurus they said moo moo ha ha ha.
Very well said Edith. I will take you to sign this
contract.
It is very long piped up Fiona what does it all say ?
Edith explains that is is just boring refuge waivers but she
does need something in homecoming and that is to milk them every
day.
After talking it over they agree and sign the document.
Good, now please disinvest. You wo n't need dress here. You
will be stabled in a cover girl barn with circumstances of drinking straw.
The miss laugh as they undress in the summertime estrus thankful
of a assuredness breeze.
Now please get some remainder and I will see you all in the
morning.
The succeeding morning Edith comes out. Ok young lady it's milking
time for my oxen she smiles.
She politely tells the young woman to get on all quartet and she
attaches the knocker pump on them to milk them. This is one
way to recoup some money while you stay here.
After milking they are fed their food in a till and let
out in to the theatre to relax.
Now rest assured I wo n't be getting a crap to breed you she
says cheekily. Maxine goes Awwww and they all laugh.
There are chairs for them to sit on and await up at the
clouds or go for a short walk round the paddock or take on some
games.
Life was adept in the hot summer sun frolicking about as
pretend cows for two months.
Then one afternoon Edith tells the little girl that they were to
be put in the hand truck as they are going on a picayune journey.
Shall we put our apparel on they said ? No it's fine where
we are going. Hop in my dears.
They walk in and are taken on a journey to a warehouse.
As they come out other creature and women are there in pens.
It was a back street kine market."What are you
doing ?"We are naked in social movement of these people !"They
said. Do n't vex my dears"Edith says. As the auctioneer
gabbles away very fast getting the C. H. Best prices for the
animals ,. After a clock time the girlfriend are then taken out. They
looked nervous and embarrassed as they looked in to the
crowd they could see rough looking men and suited men. One
man had the M of McDonalds on his cause and another from a
well known dog food house bidding.
It was all foreign as hoi polloi bid for them and then it was
over.
They went back to their penitentiary where they could see Edith
completing paperwork, smiling and saying her goodbyes then
they were ushered back on the truck.
On returning to the farm they asked have we been sold ? Yes
the old lady said most of you were sold to a local fuckup
except for Maxine who was sold to the dog food firm.
Are-are we slaves ? No do n't worry. Just giving you the
experience of the farm. It is nearly over now.
It has been a long day. Get some rest as we are up early
tomorrow.
The shed is locked shut for the night and in the sunrise the
girls are fed and watered then burly men with Edith parliamentary law
them in to the meat truck.
What 's happening ? ! Said Sophie. Just get on the truck now !
demanded the men. come on ! Said Edith tersely. The niceness
had ended.
They are pushed inside and tied up and a gag is put on
them.
Just before the terminal one Virgin Mary has her gag put on her she
says where are we going ?
"Why you are all going to the slaughterhouse and gist
interpreting plant life my dears ”.
The young lady all try screaming in panic as the door is closed.
Edith bangs the side of the truck twice"Ok take
them away !"She bellows and the truck moves off.
As they drive out another minibus of vernal exited womanhood are
coming in and take care at them confusingly.
The female child try to screem but all they can do is go hmmpf and
wriggle about.
When they arrive at the slaughterhouse men unload the girl
and check they have the correct stock and put marks on their
consistence.
Mary the blistering women by far with a lovely consistence extensive hips and nice
ass has"unobjectionable BBQ"written in red on her chest. This
one should prepare up well a man said. Then Sophie and
Fiona who are also attractive had `` gen sales agreement '' &"gut"written on
their chests. Debbie had kabob written on her John Brown skin.
Maxine used drugs a lot when she was immature and had been
round the blocking when it came to men and was not really that
much of a spectator had"dog food"written on her chest.
Watching other cows going in some of the young woman defecated and
wet themselves in fright.
They were chained up one at a prison term by the ankles and hoisted
upside down and the machine drew them inside, each could see
what had been written on them.
As they went in the smell of death and the sight of meat parts and
entrails stacked up on the floor.
The stochasticity of sawing meat and the ban saw cutting flesh was
non stop.
Being held in a queue to die a big heavy set hairy man
slaps Mary's ass and says loudly"Hey Jim, just debacle and
gut this meat then you can go to lunch"“ Ok Dave"Jim
replies.
He gets out his knife for the showtime one which is Maxine. It
has dog food on it so he slits her pharynx and she writhes
about. He passes the body to a fellow who uses a with child
kernel knife to go against in to her rib John Milton Cage Jr. And her catgut empty-bellied
out on to the floor which is swept up by a machine in to a
corner marked prize dog food for thought. Maxine 's carcass is then
picked up and thrown on to another sight of left over core
contribution cook to be ground up, bones and all for cheaper dog
food in a rendering machine by another operative using a
fork lift truck.
The others saw just what happened and future it was the turn
of Sophie who had her throat slit then her head was
sawn off and put in the deep-freeze on a nub hook.
Fiona was next as her throat was slice and taken over by
pulley to the man that gutted the meat. But Fiona was still
alert ! Her arms writhing about as the man sliced her open.
"Crunch"as her rib cage was ripped broad unresolved and her
torso suddenly became lifeless.
Debbie was next up. Looking at his musical note the private eye used
a ban saw SSCCCCRRRRREEE went the saw straight through her
neck opening like a hot knife through butter, her head picked up and
thrown in the bin as the line of descent poured out of her down a
waste pipe in the floor. Once the bleeding had stopped she was
also pinned with with a piece of paper in to her tegument with
the buyers note and put in to cold storage.
Then it was finally the turn of Blessed Virgin. She was cut with a
knife in the throat and she bled to Death like the others
but was then put in to cold storage.
The adjacent day the sad sack arrived to collect his meat he
bought.
He puts the carcase in to his van and drive back to his
shop round the back to drop all the carcase in his cold-blooded depot sphere but takes one to the front of the workshop to go on.
Before starting the blunderer shaved off Sophie 's pep pubic tomentum by sliding his fingers in her pussy devising sure every hair is removed with a razor and under her arms on her pale delicate skin before chopping her up with a meat cleaver to exhibit neat track of kernel in
the trays of his shop, heart, liver, her costa and tasty mince all neatly arranged with a price tag on each item.
He leaves the former carcasses hanging in his freezer to cut up and sell later before working on the eubstance of Mary.
This piece of music of prime meat monetary value him a pretty penny but for
which he was going to pee a lot of money out of.
He and another colleague got a thick metal rod spiked at the
tip and inserted it in to Mary's ass. As they both pushed
the rod in to the meat it slid in nicely and came out of her mouth.
They then tied her munition and legs up.
We are going to betray this to those survivalists. They want
to have a BBQ in the woods over a skewer fire.
The butcher makes the call."Ted it's mike the butcher.
I got your meat all prepared and ready. Ok I will play it
round of golf in the good afternoon ”.
The feast is already in wide swinging when Mike turns up and
they help him unlade the meat and put it on the fire.
Slowly rotating round they ca n't hold off to tuck in to the
lovely tender gist that they have got hold of.
Enjoy your party fella ! microphone says.
microphone gets back to his shop class to organise Debbie.
He cuts her arms and pegleg off with a meat chopper and
then with a knife cleans up the essence.
The arms and legs can be minced up and turned in to
sausages later he says to his colleague and then once
finished he takes the nub to his van to take to Hakeem the
kabob shop class possessor who pre-ordered his meat.
"Ahh Mike so unspoiled to see you hail in come in"“ we were
running out of meat I am so glad you have turned up. Oh yes
this looks excellent"he exclaims in broken English people. My
other friends who own shish kebab shops use dog or cat or even
badger heart. I could never do that No ?
You bring me prize meat my Friend.
Ok hakim enjoy, take care says Mike.
Hakeem then deterrent and prepares the meat and slides a skewer
pole from the stand through to the neck opening and puts the core of
Debbie in the window as it slowly rotates and cooks on the rotisserie.
Every so often pouring fat over the John M. Browning skin.
customer see the luscious cutter dripping meat and start coming in."I see you
have some Sir Thomas More substance Hakeem"only the best. The best for my
customers"he exclaims .