"Good morning," Kimberly croaked, softly, receiving a look in response. She licked her dried lips, groaning as she swallowed. Kimberly heard distant sounds in the restaurant. No one was in the holding room but the restaurant was not deserted. She rolled, grunting as she sat up. "What time is it?" she asked the other sow.

"It is not dinner time," the sow replied, ranch raised her knowledge of time was limited.

"Ok," Kimberly nodded, she winced and let out a hissing breath, the soreness in her neck ever present. She knelt up, "So thirsty," she murmured, walking over to the trough to get a drink.

"I think soon it is feeding time for us," the sow supplied looking through the bars of the pen expectantly.

"Good," Kimberly responded, resisting the urge to nod in acknowledgement. She realized how hungry she was as she knelt down again to bring her face to the trough and slurp up water. She could not believe how good it tasted "Ohhhh," she groaned, "I can't believe how good that is," she lapped for many moments more before getting up.

"Can I ask you," Kimberly began walking over closer to her. "Why did you say that I will be a sow again? - That I'll like it?"

The brown skinned sow looked Kimberly up and down and smirked with mirth, "Look at you. Once a sow always as sow. What human would do this except one who wants to be a sow. We meatgirls have heard that many human girls want to be like us."

"It is fascinating," Kimberly nodded in response, speaking softly, thoughtfully. "But still, it's been really intense too. Having said that, "I'm not so sure that I want to be someone's dinner," she coughed, and winced, feeling her neck again, the leather collar kept her from turning her face too quickly.

"When you are a meatgirl you do what the masters want. If you are the best meatgirl you please the master best. And I know it pleases the master to have a fine meal. So I will be the best meal for my masters," the sow responded simply.

"That makes sense, making the best of a situation," Kimberly acknowledge.

A situation? I am a meatgirl. This is all I know

"I'm only a sow for today and tonight," she coughed again. "Oh my neck is sore," she moaned, wishing she could remove the collar and touch it with her hands.

"Maybe, but I think you are a sow again. Be the best meat. You are good meat, the master's mark says so. The master's mark does not lie," the sow said to Kimberly, scanning her with her brown eyes.

"I am a sow again?" considering the brown sow's words. "-You mean again after tonight?"

The sow nodded her head in response to the blonde's question.

Kimberly nibbled her lower lip thoughtfully before speaking again, "You really think I'm good meat?" She glanced down at her dusty form, feeling grungy.

"Yes, the master's mark does not lie. My meat is good, as good as I can make it but the master's mark says your meat is better," a slight look of sadness and then jealousy crossed her face.

"How can you say that?" Kimberly demanded. "You're in wonderful shape! - And you think I'm better?" she asked incredulously, but feeling a twinge of pride inside.

The brown-skinned sow rose showed her rump. On it was a blue tattoo "Grade B".

"I have the mark that says I am good to eat, but not to be served whole. You have the mark that says you may be served whole. That the masters want to look upon you when they eat. It is not that I think you are better. The masters do," she explained with some jealously.

Kimberly closed her eyes slowly in acknowledgement and thought before opening them and looking at her, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you."

"I am a meatgirl and I will serve my masters well. They will enjoy my meat and I will be the best meatgirl I can be" she says, almost as if she was programmed, which she was from childhood on

"That's a good attitude to have, I guess I should do that just so the day goes better for me," she smiled agreeably, her pride growing at the interest of others in her meat. "I know they'll love you," Kimberly continued, trying to encourage and support her.

"You are a meatgirl and you should be the best meatgirl you can be. You don't want to end up in the meat grinder," the sow's face screwed up in disgust.

"Yikes no!" Kimberly cringed, "Like a C girl?"

"A "C" girl? Oh, you mean the master's mark of displeasure? Yes," the sow nodded with understanding.

Kimberly decided to smile more and be more enthusiastic, to make the best of it.

Their conversation was interrupted as the sounds of commotion down the hallway grew louder. There was sound of many people approaching. They could hear some one yelling. "Move! Come on; move!"

"Oh!" Kimberly exclaimed in realization that a new shipment was being moved in. "More sows," she turned to look in the direction of the delivery door corridor.

Tyrone entered the room first being followed by a herd of sows, each naked and arms bound behind her. He opened the cage. They trooped in, more and more of them. More than two dozen by the time the last one entered. Tyrone selected two before slamming the pen's door shut. Kimberly watched him take them to the grading stations to be tagged and stamped before she turned her face back to the new sows and say hello.

The stood around the cell in various states of mind. None of them really pay attention to Kimberly. A couple of them, convertees no doubt slinked off to the corners of the cage. Most of them, meatgirls, either raised as such or volunteers either stood around or try rubbing their bared sexes against something in the cage to relieve their sexual tension. Every few moments Tyrone would return two and take two more to grade, tag and stamp.

"They're all so excited," Kimberly remarked to the dark skinned sow.

The sow looked at them. "They are meatgirls. They know soon the masters will be using them"

"I know! I had sex with 8 men last night!" she said, stunning herself even as she said it. "I hope my pill keeps working!" She glanced down at her sex.

"Pill?" the sow asked just as Manuel entered banging a tin yelling. "Feeding time bitches," he declared, pulling a lever on the side of the cage and all along one side of the cage slots open up toward the bottom of the wall. Many of the herd eagerly ran over and stuck their heads through leaving their naked tattooed rumps sticking up. the dark skinned sow joined in.

Kimberly shrugged, too hungry to protest. She knelt down with the rest, bumping against them to eat; lapping and biting at the food offered.

The food was a sweet gruel of fruit and grain meal. Light and easy to digest, and it made for sweeter meat..

Kimberly gulped it down, content to have anything to eat all the more happy that it was tasty and non fattening. She licked the juices off her lips as she ate.

She looked from side to side for a second, realizing what she had become, a tremor going through her before continuing. With some arrogance she thought despite their various attributes, she was a higher grade than any of them.

Manuel noticed Kimberly at the trough and walked over to have a little fun. He poked her to let her know he was there. "Eat up little pig," he winked.

Kimberly grunted softly, catching his image out of the top of her eyes. She may have been a better grade than any of them but she was still one of them.

He laughed and watched the sows clean out the trough. Banging a bucket on the cage he announced the end of their meal. "OK bitches. Heads back in, come on" He walked down the line to rap any slow to respond sows on the head to speed them up.

Kimberly pulled her head out, kneeling up to avoid the man.

Manuel slammed the trough gate shut and walked over to the desk just as Tyrone returned. They walked over to the cage with a clipboard. "OK, 34, 23, 11, 59, 80, 81," Tyrone listed the numbers off as Kimberly glanced at the tags of various ears. The pair entered the cage and started collecting the sows together until they are all on rope together. The two men marched them out to the door that lead to the spitting room.

Kimberly watched them depart, knowing first hand where they were going. She sat quietly as some time passed with no one coming or going in the holding room.

Suddenly two new men entered the holding area. It was Vinny with an attaché case and Dale not yet in his waiter outfit. They are chatting as they walk up to the cage.

Kimberly watched them intently, taking a deep breath. She began to focus on doing a better job.

Vinny looked at Kimberly. "Yeah, I need that demo sow on the display rack. Get her cleaned up," he directed.

"Right boss," Dale acknowledged. Dale took a look at her and shook his head. He exited and returned with Manuel and Tyrone. "OK guys we gotta get her cleaned up and racked. And I want it done soon. The fundraiser starts in less than an hour," Dale ordered.

"Yeah, right," the pair mumbled in acknowledgement The men opened the cage and took hold of Kimberly's arms "Come on Blondie," the said, leading her out.

Kimberly nodded, wincing in pain. She felt nervous, wondering what a display rack was, but was trying to cooperate.

They pulled her to one side of the holding room where the tile floor had a drain and a hose. Manuel pulled off the leather collar allowing her neck some freedom as she carefully turned it, feeling how tight it was. Tyrone retrieved the hose and she was hit with a blast of cold water.

"Watch that thing man" Manuel complained as he caught a bit of the stream himself.

Kimberly let out a squeal of surprise, feeling the cold right to her core. Her heart fluttered and her skin goose pimpling. She felt it splash over her and turned to get the residue off her skin.

Manuel grabbed a bucket of soapy water and a stiff brush, he heard her grunt as he roughly work over her skin. He bent her over, doing her nether regions and the backs of her legs. After a final rinse she was clean.

Kimberly's skin glistened and dripped from the water. She trembled, coughing, then swallowing, she groaned at the movement of her neck.

"OK, get it over here" Tyrone commanded Manuel, prompting him to bring her to a large metal rectangle. It was longer than Kimberly was tall and much wider than her hips and shoulders. It was supported half way up by two pivots that were part of a wheeled stand holding the metal frame.

Still shaking, Kimberly walked over to the rectangle, looking at it with curiosity. She remembered her last encounter with the pair and their view of her, the word 'it' sticking in her mind.

The men produce a set of thick, padded, leather cuffs. Manuel cut the bonds holding her wrists together and started attaching the cuffs to her wrists while Tyrone did the same to her legs

Kimberly grunted, feeling the leather surround her limbs. Her shoulders and arms tingled, as the blood rushed back to them.

When they were done the men attached ropes to the wrist cuffs and threaded them through the upper corners of the metal frame. As they pulled the ropes taut Kimberly was lifted up into the frame, arms wide apart, hanging by her wrists.

Kimberly grunted, trembling, as her body stretched up, her shoulders and arms taut. She looked at the pair as the men attached ropes to her ankle cuffs and threaded them through the lower part of the frame. They pulled the ropes tight and her body formed a large glistening X in the centre of the rectangle.

Manuel rotated her horizontally and Tyrone took a brush and blow dryer and started drying her blonde locks.

Kimberly tossed her head back, taking measured breaths, trying to get used to where she was. She felt him work, wondering how often he did this given his practiced touch. She felt her mane is reasonably restored before, as a final touch, Tyrone shoved a bright red ball gag into her mouth and stood her upright again. She felt Manuel fingers the slit of her unguarded sex and saw Tyrone give him a scowl.

"Your going to get us in trouble again fucker," he growled.

Kimberly grunted, her lips surrounding the ball. She tasted the rubber with her tongue, then felt the invading fingers, her eyes widening.

Manuel scowled back at Tyrone pulled his wet fingers out.

Kimberly sighed, realizing that she was actually wet after the treatment. Her chest rising and falling softly, she looked at Tyrone.

Dale entered the holding area and took a look at Kimberly. "No, no, no, you can't put it out there like that!" Tyrone and Manuel looked at Dale blankly

He pointed at her neck. "Put a large collar on it and then wheel the sow out! If someone wants to buy it we have to be able to leash it."

Kimberly swallowed, almost in a panic, wondering if being sold was possible.

Tyrone grabbed a wide leather collar, looking like a black neck brace. He fastened it around her neck and cinched it tight. It forced her to hold her head up and look straight ahead. She didn't believe it was possible and quickly calmed down, sighing deeply, she felt her breasts tremble, the bonds on her wrists stretching her shoulders.

Tyrone looked at his work approvingly.

"OK, let's get the sow out there," Dale directed as Manuel scowled.

"Yes, boss. You mind giving me a hand?" Manuel asked taking one side of the frame and pushed while Tyrone pulled from the other end. The wheels of the rack squeal loudly as she was wheeled down the deliveries corridor toward the voices and the smells of roast meat.

Kimberly wondered what she was being made part of, feeling her green tag flutter as the rack was pushed. She gripped the ball in her teeth at the squeaking. Moaning, Kimberly watched the walls pass her, trophies of particularly gorgeous sows mounted and on display near the ceiling.

As she was pulled out into the midday sun she saw a banner "Republican Party Meat Industry Fund Raiser". There were many people in attendance, most dressed in the western/cowboy motif of the party. She was wheeled to a spot next to a carving table where a deep brown sow has just been plopped down in front of the server who was wearing a tall white stovepipe chef's hat. The server took a cleaver and chopped the head off the roasted animal and placed the head off to one side. It stared up at Kimberly blankly.

Kimberly scanned the faces and bearings of the guests, surprised at where she had landed. She saw the head of the sow out of the corner of her eye realizing that the centre-piece was part of the chef's presentation to the group. She saw people begin to gather at the serving table ready to get a share of the meat, then spied Serge with an older scholarly looking fellow and Vinny slowly walking toward her Her eyes widened with surprise, finding out more about Serge each day. She remembered his reaction the previous night, and did not expect a familiar greeting. Her cheeks puffed against the round, red gag. "...and I think the market for the Auto-Sem Deluxe will be almost extensive as for your Jessica 3000 spitting system," Kimberly heard the old man say as they came within earshot of her. She felt some happiness for him and his potential opportunities. She felt a breeze and realized that her nude sex was slightly parted, her button peeking. Flushed, she continued to listen.

The old man, Vinny and Serge came to a stop next to her. She felt the old man's hand on the inside of her thigh.

"A fine sow you have here Vincent," he commented

"Yeah thanks," came the simple reply.

"Do you mind if I demonstrate the Auto-Sem on it?"

Vinny smiled and nodded. "By all means professor."

Kimberly felt the wizened hand glide further up the inside of her smooth thigh. She heard the compliment then the ascent to her use, unsure of what it meant. Kimberly strained to look down as much as she could with her eyes. She strained to shake a strand of blonde hair from her eyes, tossing her head before looking down again.

Kimberly noted the professor was carrying a case which he placed down. She heard him snap it open and lift out an odd looking device. One end looks like a dildo, in the middle there was a short semicircle with a black bulb at one end and sticking out opposite the dildo is what looks like the control of an old fashioned handbrake.

"That's a pretty odd looking gizmo you got there doc," Serge offered.

Kimberly watched with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. She saw him take something out of the case and then hold it up. It was a vial.

"Well, it's designed to ease the insemination of sows as I was explaining. You take a charge of sperm and put it in here," he explained, sliding the small vial into the device through a side panel.

Kimberly puffed against the gag, hoping her pill would hold out and keep her from pregnancy, not having had it that day. She saw the pearl white liquid as it was put in place.

"Then this end is inserted into the sow," his fingers probed the lips of Kimberly's sex. "This one's pretty wet so it shouldn't be a problem but the device can dispense a lubricant from the tip as it is pushed in."

Kimberly felt the tip of the Auto-Sem against her helpless sex. It opened and separated, her sex embraced the tip as it would any man or spit. She inhaled deeply, her breasts rose, her sex accepting the device.

The large insemination end was quickly guided up inside her, the flat semicircle against her sex lips and the black bulb pressing into her anus

She groaned against the gag while looking down at the trio watching her. Her heart raced, not wanting to get pregnant as she felt the invention shift as the old man held it.

"Now the beauty of this device is that it can be inserted and then left to optimally prepare the sow for accepting the sperm," the inventor spoke as he squeezed the handbrake lever and the black bulb inflates into her anus lodging against her sphincter. Simultaneously she felt the artificial penis knot up inside of her.

Kimberly moaned against the gag, blinking as she felt the thing expand. Her gaze fell upon Serge. She was amazed at how easily the inventor slid the thing inside of her. She worried that the eight men of the previous day and the spit had stretched her. Her attention was drawn back to the device as a final 'click' was heard and she felt the dildo moving inside of her, a stimulating bulb that was pressed against the hard bud of her sex begin to tease it.

The professor took his hands away. "Completely hands off operation from here on in. I can move onto the next sow while this one is automatically prepared for the insemination." He smiled as his tiny audience with pride.

She took short, shuddering breaths, the thing's effects filling her stomach with butterflies. She stared straight ahead, trying to take even breaths to calm herself even as her button started to tingle and buzz. Out of the bottoms of her eyes she saw Serge reach out and felt him tug on the device. The anal bulb pulled against her sphincter and the knotted "penis" against the walls of your womb.

"Yup, it's in there and it ain't coming out till it's down!" he exclaimed, impressed.

"That's right" The professor smiled and nodded.

Kimberly saw another side to her friend. Wondering if he liked seeing her like this, as a sow. Her thoughts were pulled away by the device inside her, she moaned again, her eyes fluttering. The thing was doing its job, she was unable to resist its effects as she flushed pink, her sex growing wet.

"Well, how's your venture capital coming on the Auto-Sem?" Serge asked as they started to walk away, leaving Kimberly splayed out with the device stuck up inside her.

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk about at ...." the professor began as their voices were drowned out by the murmurs of the crowd and the breeze in her ears.

Kimberly flushed a deeper shade of pink, her breasts swelling with the sex flush. She was buzzing and groaning as guests filled their plates at the table next to her. She groaned, wriggling against her bonds, her nostrils flaring,. She struggled to catch her breath with the effect of the stimulation. She found herself enjoying the buzz in her clitoris despite herself.

Moments later, through the eyelashes of her half-lidded eyes she spied a group of women she recognised. All stylishly dressed in their western style clothing, they approached the rack to squint as she saw them struggle to place her face. She heard their disbelief.

"That's not?-"

"I'm afraid it is. - That's Kimberly"

Kimberly froze in place, unable to resist the stimulations for long, she instantly recognized them.

"I didn't think her number had come up," the brunette of the pair remarked. It was Kerry a colleague from her work.

"It hasn't look at the green tag on her ear," the blonde, Shannon commented, pointed with a painted finger tip at the tag.

"Right, yeah, I think she is doing this to help out some inventor guy," the brunette commented with a nod.

"I think she is a meat slut," the blonde shot back as they all gasped and giggled.

Kimberly blushed, horribly embarrassed. A tremor then coursed through her uncontrollably as she tried to suppress the orgasm, squeaking against the gag.

"What's this here ?" Shannon asked, poking the Auto-Sem making it jerk.

"I'm not sure but I think the meat slut is enjoying it" Kerry answered with a laugh.

"And where did she get these tits?" she felt Shannon's hand leave the device to lift and squeeze her left breast.

Kimberly groaned with embarrassment feeling her breast lifted and explored before being released.

Two men then joined the women, each clutching a cup of beer. They slid up next to their dates, gazing at what had the pair so pre-occupied.

"Hey, isn't that?" one of them asked, raising his glass of beer in Kimberly's direction as he examined her face more closely.

"Yeah, it sure is" Kerry answered, glancing at her boyfriend Seth.

"Not bad as a blonde," he commented, his eyes roaming Kimberly's bound-up form. He sputtered feeling Kerry elbow jammed into his ribs "Better as meat," he added as they shared a laugh.

Kimberly moaned against the gag, her eyes fluttered and her legs trembled as an orgasm washed over her.

"I think Kim - I mean the sow just came," Shannon's boyfriend remarked.

"Yeah, no shit, look at her face," Seth chuckled pointing, garnering another laugh from the crowd.

"She makes a good sow," Shannon giggled agreeably.

"Yeah. Can't wait to get a piece of this when she volunteers," Seth said, grasping her rump as the Auto-Sem squirms around inside of Kimberly.

"Mmmphhh," Kimberly groaned, her eyes fluttering, feeling the thing inside her piston and buzz. Their comments shocked her.

"You think she'll volunteer?" Kerry asked the group.

"Yeah, she's gone this far. I've seen her type," Seth responded with a knowing nod. "Look," he pointed, "There's one now." He motioned with his head at another sow being lain out on the carving block. "Another volunteer like you Kim, eh?" he asked looking up at the blonde, patting her bottom.

Kimberly was panting, her cheeks puffing out as her chest rose and fell. Her mind raced at their comments, frightened they might be right, wondering what was wrong with her for volunteering to do this. Kimberly groaning, feeling another orgasm wash over her. She shuddered so forcefully that the frame should and the leather holding her creaked. She bit into the ball, tasting its rubber most acutely.

The group's fun was interrupted as the professor and Serge strode up. "Excuse me folks. I think the Auto-Sem is going to go into it's injection cycle. The sow's multiple orgasms usually set it off," the professor stated, pushing his way to the front of the group to examine his device at work.

"Auto-Sem, doc?" Seth questioned. "Oh, you mean the gizmo up the sow's pussy."

Kimberly felt the hand exploring her bottom withdrawn. She groaned, shivering again, clenching her eyes shut feeling another orgasm wash over her. She could not resist the device, despite her circumstance. She felt the device pulsing and thrusting into her with greater urgency as Serge, the professor and some people who called themselves her friends in your human life watched "the sow" writhing on the rack like a bitch in heat. She was helpless against the probings of the Auto-Sem.

The Auto-Sem deep inside her began to dispense it's charge of warm sperm, injecting her like a common breeder sow at a ranch. All the while she was watched, there was no privacy for her, for she was a sow.

Several moans emanated from Kimberly, her eyes fluttering closed in submission, accepting the insemination, unable to resist.

Then, as quickly as it started the machine deflated inside her. The professor slid it out and held it up for all to see. It glistened with her intimate juices in the midday sun.

With her insides fluttering, taking the sperm deep inside her cervix and womb she looked down at the group through her eye lashes. Her chest rose and fell, her sex puffy, engorged with blood gaped open and dripped. She licked and nibbled the ball between her lips, a glow upon her.

Shannon's boyfriend slid a finger over her wet, slit. "Wow, this sow is the wettest I've every seen anyone get."

"Yes" the professor agreed. "The Auto-Sem is very effective in fully stimulating the common sow."

Kimberly heard how she was referred to, but did not care. She was too swept up in the sensations assailing her.

The group looked her over some more. She felt them poke and prod at her meat. There were comments on it and her public display of sexual stimulation. After many moments, the group dispersed to get served pieces of other sows all the while thinking of how good her meat would taste.

As the afternoon wore on she hung there, visited from time to time by both strangers who only know her as a sow and by others who demonstrated a glimmer of recognition. But through all of it she hung there as a naked, vulnerable sow. The roasted sows stop being brought out and the crowd began to disperse. The sun hung low, it's ruddy beams streaming through the smoke rising from the roasting pits.

Kimberly imagined she could feel the sperm inside her. She wondered how long she had been there, feeling thirsty and hungry. She watched Serge move about when she could. She wondered about who she was, wondering if he had selected her to assist because he saw something she didn't. She felt very confused.

Kimberly was jolted out of her musings as Tyrone and Manuel took hold of the rack and wheeled her back through the delivery door. She was pushed down the corridor leading to the holding pen. She was taken down, her hands retied behind your back and her gag and collar removed. The pair delivered her back to the pen now full of sows waiting for the evening dinner roasting to begin.

She grunted as their hands released her, grateful to be out of the autumn sun and open air. She felt tired. She smacked her lips, still tasting rubber. She went straight to the water to kneel down and drink. She heard the door slammed behind her as she was left, a sow among sows. She didn't care. She never realized how good water could taste, spending many moments drinking before finishing and looking around at the others. She was beginning to feel almost too comfortable in her surroundings. She caught herself, pondering its implications as she moved around the small herd looking to see if the dark skinned sow was still around.

Kimberly found her sitting on the end of a bench, rubbing herself against it to relieve her sexual tension as best she can under the circumstances.

"Oh; you made it," Kimberly groaned and smiled, licking her lips.

"Yes, the masters have not called me. Perhaps tonight at dinner I will be used," she remarked hopefully.

Kimberly saw what the dark skinned sow was doing and reflexively reached out mentally to feel her own sex, remembering the day. "They used a lot of sows today, I'm surprised you didn't get selected, you really are quality," Kimberly remarked in response.

"I do not understand but I am a sow and the masters know best. The masters have not used you either. Again they have brought you back." She looks at Kimberly quizzically.

"They use me as a menu and today I was bred," Kimberly responded, the words catching in her throat even as she uttered them. She squirmed in place as she recalled the afternoon.

The sow looked at her and nodded. "Yes, I could see that you had been bred today. Maybe they will keep you for a while so that you produce more meat for them?" she questioned.

"I don't know," Kimberly replied, nibbling her lower lip, hoping that she would be freed tomorrow afternoon. "I'm just so tired," she sighed wearily, taking a seat on the bench, crossing her legs. She glanced down at her sex, wondering how the other sow could tell.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a commotion. She heard the feeding gates being opened for the sows to allow their heads into the feeding trough. The dark skinned sow immediately lost interest in Kimberly. She turned to see her large round rump sticking up in the air along with the bottoms of all the other sows, all at the trough. Too hungry to wait for more than a second, Kimberly joined them, kneeling down with the rest, slurping and gulping at the food.

The sweet watery puree sloshed around in the trough as the sows fed on it. The sounds of slurping and lips smacking could be heard, as well as grunted as the herd bumped against each other, eager to get their share.

Kimberly surprised herself at how quickly she had taken to my role after being placed in herd conditions. Her bottom wiggled as her head bobbed at the food before her. Her sex was half open and vaguely red, above it her abused anus was also slightly swollen and pink.

Just as the last of the food was consumed there was a pair of gloved hands on her hips pulling you back. "Come'on sow; time to get you cleaned up for dinner." It was Manuel roughly pulling her out of the feeding slot. He heard her grunt and saw her lick her lips as he stood her up.

He lead her out of the cage over to the familiar tiled cleaning area. Placing a collar on her, and a rope thru it's D ring, he attached it to a hitching post forcing her to bend over. A tremor went through her as she saw to keep her balance. He noticed her abused sex and opened her outer puffy lips to get a better look. "Looks like you had a good time this afternoon, sow," he chuckled, eliciting a grunt and a slight jump. Seizing a hose, he began to spray a jet of cold water against her dusty, sweaty body. "Can't have a dirty demo sow now can we?" he chuckled, hearing her let out a yelp as the water coursed over her and splattered on the tiles at her feet.

Once she was completely wet, he squirted soap on her until her goose pimpling skin was covered in white bubbles.

Kimberly shivered, licking her lips. She knew better than to protest, particularly with Manuel. She felt him brush her body roughly, her legs, her sex, her back, her breasts, her head. Cleaning her like he would any of the other livestock, without any care or tenderness. Finally he hosed her down a final time, the rope removed from the post and she was allowed to right herself.

Kimberly stood up, her breasts standing out proudly. She glanced at them, still getting used to them, but enjoying the fact that she had them nonetheless. She shook the hair from my face.

"Saturdays are our dress code night, we are going to have to pretty you up," Manuel laughed.

Kimberly looked at the grin on his face, reminded of a baboon. She was careful to keep the disdain from her expression.

She was dragged to another corner of the room where there was a chair of sorts, with two legs set wide apart. Manuel pushed her down onto it and strapped her legs apart. Her poor abused sex was left open and available. He finished by turning her collar around and attaching it to the chair back it keep her head held in place. Manuel abruptly left her there to contemplate her fate, departing for other duties.

As the minutes ticked by, Kimberly felt her skin begin to dry. She tested the bonds on my legs. She felt like a slut and wanted to close them. Then a thought dawned on her that brought some relief to her conscious that for the time being, she was a sow. That this was normal for the business, and even as a demonstration sow, it was her place.

After growing accustomed to the position, she heard voices coming down the hallway toward her. Dale entered the room with a rubinesque older woman carrying a small suitcase of sorts.

"I want this one presentable. It's our Saturday night, our best night," he instructed the woman.

Kimberly regarded the woman with some relief, happy it wasn't Manuel that was preparing her.

The woman looked at the sow and sighed. She placed the case on the nearby registration desk. Opening it, she revealed its contents of cosmetics and other grooming aids. Examining Kimberly's skin tone and hair colour she began to groom her, doing her hair and make-up, giving a manicure and pedicure, dusting her breasts and sex with a soft blush. She worked without a word, conducting herself with a clinical demeanour, but not ungently. She finished by brushing out Kimberly's hair and applying some product to give it a glossy sheen and hold it in place. Finishing with a nod she packed up her large caboodle to depart, leaving Kimberly looking quite fetching with her nails painted and face made up. The whole experience similar to the spa trip that Kimberly had made only days before, only this beautician left her tied to the chair.

Kimberly felt better after her humiliating afternoon, despite her outstretched position. She could not see her hands but her wiggling toes were painted a flattering shade of red, provocative and eye catching to be sure, but very feminine. It was a pleasant respite from the pen and all the weekend's other events.

Moments later, Dale returned with Manuel and Tyrone in tow. "OK, get her off the chair and lets take her to the kitchen," he instructed the pair.

The men unstrapped her held her between them by the upper arms. They lead her out of the room and down the hallway toward the kitchen.

She quickly moved along between them, trying to keep her feet. She could smell the kitchen more acutely as they reached its double doors, there were the sounds of pots and pans, and she could feel the heat of the grills and ovens.

They entered the kitchen. There are no live sows here as most were roasting on the pits in back, with only pieces being garnished or being touched up by the chefs for speciality dishes. It was busy room with side dishes being readied. They stopped at a long, wide counter in the centre of the of the kitchen. Upon it was a large sow roasting pan with eyehooks strategically placed to secure a sow to it.

"Alright sow, get on the pan," Tyrone directed, cutting her wrist twine to allow her to move more easily.

Kimberly glanced at them stunned, the smells and sounds of the kitchen overwhelmed her for a moment. She hesitated for a second more, before awkwardly pulling herself up onto the steel counter and climbing into it. She felt it's cool surface on her knees and legs as she knelt up, resting her bottom on the backs of her heels.

"OK, sow assume the roasting position," Manuel directed, as the men helped her place herself properly into it.

She was placed on her knees and elbows, with her bottom in the air behind her. Her knees were far apart, the pouch of her sex left clearly visible from behind. She felt your limbs being secured to the pan with lengths of heavy duty cooking twine.

Kimberly held the crouching position. She gazed straight ahead, feeling the twine press into her flesh.

Manuel chose from a basket, a smallish red apple with a piece of twine running through it's core. "Open your mouth sow" he commanded.

Kimberly, frightened that she might be thrust in an oven, opened her mouth submissively anyway.

The apple was pressed into her maw. Her red painted lips wrapped around the red fruit. He secured the twine behind your head to hold it in place.

Kimberly's teeth sank into the apple's flesh. She tasted the sweet flavour of apple juice. Taking deep breaths through her nose, the blonde was reminded of the gag she held all afternoon. Out of the corner of her eye she spied Tyrone holding a large carrot with a large head of green on it. He was rubbing lard on it and looking at her. She tensed for a moment, guessing what he had in mind. He disappeared from her sight behind her. The next thing she felt was the end of the vegetable being pressed against the rosette of her upturned anus. He slid it home leaving the green head sticking out of her like a tail.

The demonstration sow groaned against the apple, her eyes closing as she took short, snuffling breaths. She panted as she accommodated the vegetable, feeling the green tickle the backs of her sleek thighs.

Meanwhile, Manuel took a long bulbous gourd and covered it in slippery lard and disappears behind her as Tyrone had. Tyrone took hold of Kimberly's sex, holding it open and feeling her tremble as Manuel pressed the bulb end of the vegetable against her opening, They heard her grunt again, stretching to take the invasion, her bottom wiggling in protest. They watched as her sex lips stretched to accept it. The vegetable was finally thrust into her opening and sank in until only a few inches of it protruded from her hole, her sex lips wrapped around the invader, surrounding and holding it.

Kimberly's heavy breasts swayed as she took deep breaths to get used to its presence, remembering the spit and how this will help Serge.

Tyrone and Manuel stepped away and were replaced by a rotund looking chef with a large aluminium pot. He set the pot down next to the tray and started lifting out leafy garnish which he artfully arranged around her legs and arms.

Kimberly felt the carefully selected greens brush and tickle her skin, inhaling their scents, wondering how she looked absentmindedly.

Her question was quickly answered as she glanced over at a nearby pot as the chef left her and she saw herself. She was a caricature of a roasting sow. On the one hand covered in fine makeup, on the other, vegetables sticking obscenely from her orifices. She was astonished at how good she looked before turning her eyes forward again.

The chef who had just finished garnishing Kimberly's platter returned with a pot of sweet, fragrant, coconut oil. He took a brush and began to dab her bound body with the perfume of the oven.

Kimberly inhaled the scent of the oil, her skin glistening in the fluorescent lights of the kitchen. She listening to the sounds of the kitchen, feeling the chef's body heat, and the brush pulled across her skin, giving it a soft glow.

The brush dragged over the crease of her upturned bottom. The oil dribbled around the carrot and over her anus gripping it. The sweet oil then flowed over her sex lips, themselves stretched by the gourd.

Kimberly sighed against the apple, smelling the kitchen beginning to prepare the side dishes as the sous chefs worked. There was a hint of smoke in the air from the distant barbecue pits, the image of the previous night in her mind.

Another chef brought her a necklace - not a fine one of diamonds but of small radishes on a string. He placed it over Kimberly's head and hung it around her neck, their colour harmonizing with the red of her lips and the apple they held. They brought a new scent, the tiny round balls of vegetables resembling costume jewellery.

Kimberly blinked repeatedly, remembering the last two days as she was prepared, comforted by her green tag's guarantee. She felt a kind of pride at all the fuss.

She was as ready as any sow for the oven.

Finally Dale returned pushing an ornate cart, with small front wheels and large rear ones. On the side of the cart was a whimsical legend inscribed in fancy lettering "Le Menu". The two chefs who had been attending her lifted the tray handles and slid her onto the waiting cart.

Kimberly felt herself lifted and placed on the tray with a rattle. Her heart began to pound again in anticipation, unsure of what sort of night was ahead of her. She wonder if she and Serge would be back for a Saturday after her time as a sow was over.

Kimberly was pushed out of the kitchen and into the hall. The smell of the roasting sows now quite pungent. It would not be long before they would be ready to serve. All that was needed was for the guests to be given the menu, and Kimberly was the menu.

The blonde sow felt the cart move beneath her. She focused her sight straight ahead, spying the dining room entranceway. She heard the low rumble of conversation.

Soon she was inside the dinning room. The muted candle light flickered on her shiny oiled skin. The first table she was pushed to belonged to an elegant older couple. The woman was elegantly dressed and adorned with fine jewellery, her husband was grey haired with a hint of old Europe about him.

They freely examined her with their eyes but they were too refined to be vulgar. They ordered the mignon, fine cuts of meat from above the rump of the sow.

Kimberly listening to their comments, keeping her eyes forward, trying to remain still and obedient. She was glad that they found her cuts acceptable as she heard Dale take their orders. She guessed they were accustomed to the better things.

The waiter pushed her across the room to a table of younger women, obviously having a girl's night out. One of them giggled when she saw Kimberly, "My god, I didn't know they put makeup on a pig." Her friend promptly elbowed her, telling her not to be stupid.

The blonde heard their words, but remained still, almost statute like. She continued to look straight ahead, wondering what they're celebrating or if they're just out for fun.

"Not bad hams on this one, eh?" one commented.

"Yeah, I think we should share a couple of legs," another one decided.

"Let's," came an agreeing voice.

"How about a breast appetizer?" Dale suggested.

"Geez, this one has more than a mouthful," another pointed as they all laughed at Kimberly's enhanced breasts.

Kimberly felt their eyes on her legs, and wondered which member of the herd in the pen will end up being their meal. The jibes directed towards her did not upset her at all. She was proud of her enlarged breasts, not recalling when she had heard so many remarks before first getting on the Jessica. Inwardly she was grateful to Serge for the help.

Dale noted their order and then saw Vinny at a table with a group of men, one of whom is particularly large and rotund. Vinny is waved Bob over.

Kimberly felt the cart shift, watching as they passed tables going down the aisle, seeing Vinny seated with several other men, feeling her heart race, knowing his establishment's reputation and Serge's was on the line, hoping she was presenting well.

She was wheeled over to the table and put next to the stout man who regarded her naked and bound figure on the platter.

"So this is the demo sow Serge got you in return for one of your sows to process on his machine, eh?" the man called Wentworth smiled.

"Yeah, that's right Mr. Wentworth," Vinny responded.

Kimberly was relieved that her demonstration status was iterated upfront. She reasoned if Vinny was calling this man by a formal title he must be someone important to both Vinny and Serge. She felt Wentworth's body heat and smelled his cologne. She continued to listening, trying to keep her composure.

The man grunted and grabbed hold of the carrot and pulled on it causing her sphincter to bulge. "Heh, too bad we can't have a piece of this ass," he chuckled.

Kimberly suppressed a grunt, her heart fluttering with pride and fear. Years of aerobics were paying off as the vegetable was wiggled against the curves of my bottom on either side of its orange and green body.

"Well, at least not roasted," Vinny offered.

Wentworth snorted out a laugh and let go of the carrot head. "I like the way you think Vincent. After having a belly full of sow it's good to let off a bit of steam." His big meaty hand slapped Kimberly's bottom..

Kimberly snuffled out a breath through her nose at the slap, feeling the warm imprint rise on her slick skin. She remembered the previous night with the businessmen.

He next grabbed hold of the gourd and worked it around a bit against the walls of her sex. "How do you like that little sow? Are you sure you don't want to be my dinner?"

Kimberly squeaked against the apple, feeling her sex tugged and stretched by the movement of the gourd. She realized the tag meant little to him, hearing his chuckles and guffaws, all eyes upon her.

The fat man ran a finger against the lips of her sex, feeling her puffy sweet meat. "So have you picked out the sow your going to give him for our demo?"

"Yeah, there's this dark skin sow we've got that'll do pretty good. She's just a point shy of being a grade A," Vinny replied to the question.

"That's good, cause I don't want a mediocre dinner afterward," Wentworth declared.

Kimberly's eyes went wide upon hearing the declaration, happy for both Serge and the sow also getting her wish. She felt some relief that his machine would likely soon be complete with a new full tester to use.

Wentworth released her sex and grabbed hold of Kimberly's chin. "Are you sure you don't want to ride your friends machine instead?" he asked as everyone at the table laughed. Wentworth took her chin and pushed it up and down in a mock nod of assent. "-Oh look at that, she wants to ride the machine," he declared as the assembly at the table laughed harder.

Kimberly breathed faster, unable to stop him, not wanting to destroy Serge's chances by protesting. She accepted the humiliation as is her role as a sow.

"OK, enough bullshit, let's order some food," Wentworth ordered as the men around the table called out the parts they want to Dale. All of them ordered a fillet, along with some rump, steaks, a leg. A head was ordered as a place setting. As they finished ordering, the head of a particularly comely sow was brought out and put in the centre of the table. It was the head of one of the sows Kimberly shared the cage with. It sat silently on a platter, an apple, like Kimberly's, in it's mouth.

Kimberly was struck by how close she appeared to the centre piece in appearance, and remembered riding the Jessica the first time. She listened Vinny and his guests continue to chuckle and banter before Dale wheeled her away.

The next hour passed quickly as she was paraded from table to table. At each table she was regarded as a sow and nothing more. Some of the guests touched and prodded her. All placed their orders for parts of the sows that Kimberly rubbed elbows with in the cage and were now roasting in the pits.

Kimberly felt fits of heat and chills, and fear and pride as she was wheeled about for the patrons to order off of. She was amazed at how quickly the cycle repeated itself, growing used to it after several more tables had ordered.

When the cart had been to every table, Dale pushed her back into the corridor and into the kitchen. There was bowl of honey mustard sauce on the stainless steel counter. Immediately after their entrance, an oven was opened and a tray rolled out on rollers by chef's assistants. Upon the tray was steaming, glistening, russet coloured, roast sow, decked out much like Kimberly, an apple still clutched in her mouth, her eyes closed, smelling of honey mustard basting as the tray was lifted onto a cart and garnishments were placed beneath the sow.

"That one ready?" a chef in a stove pipe hat asked Dale, pointing at Kimberly.

"Vinnie wants this one in his office first," Dale said non-chalantly.

'First!?' Kimberly's mind screamed at the implications.

"Oh, too bad, the rotisseur is getting a little behind," the kitchen's head responded with a tilt of his head to his frantically working roast cook.

"Sure he wouldn't mind?" the chef persisted.

"He's entertaining tonight," Dale smiled at the inside joke known to all the staff of the restaurant. "This one's a green tag anyway," Dale informed him.

"Oh too bad, would have helped out," the chef shrugged.

"Any other time," Dale shrugged in response.

"Yeah I know, you would if you could," the chef smiled understanding.

Dale handed in a few more orders as the chefs of the kitchen prepared plates, for the dinners, cleavers chopping roasted sows into parts and side orders and garnishes artfully placed about the meat. Seizing the cart's handle he pushed Kimberly out of the kitchen and passed the depopulated pen. The dark skinned sow look at Kimberly's body trussed to the platter as it passes her.

Now able to turn her face and no longer needing to be perfect, Kimberly regarded the dark skinned sow's expression as they entered the much brighter area. She seemed unmoved as Kimberly felt droplets of oils slip off her onto the bed of vegetables.

Dale did not stop by the pen. He pushed Kimberly past the cage toward the door to Vinny's office. Soon they were inside and placed toward one side of the room amongst a large leather couch and several large leather chairs. Dale left her there, alone in Vinny's office with only the heads of a few dozen sows on trophy mountings, sows obviously taken on several of Vinny's 'safari' excursions for company.

Kimberly examined her surroundings for a second time. The first time she had been in the room was to sign the paperwork that placed her there the second time. She examined the sows heads, noting their features, before turning her attention to the remainder of the office, noting the decidedly masculine décor.

After about fifteen minutes voices began to reverberate in the corridor. Vinny, Wentworth, and three associates entered they office and took up places on the furniture, making themselves comfortable, lighting up large cigars.

Kimberly suppressing coughs from the smoke as they sat in the office. She realized she was as much on display as the heads on the walls.

The blonde was largely ignored as the men talked about various business matters, prospects for investments in sow processing equipment and the like. They puffed on their fat cigars and made themselves comfortable.

Kimberly wondered about many things. -About what was going to happen with them, hoping with every fibre of her being that the room she had been taken to the last evening was not in her future. She wondered if they were talking about Serge's machine. She wondered if the sows on the wall were at one time menus for Vinny.

Finally Wentworth rose and walked over to the cart, flicking Kimberly's green tag. "Sure you don't want to trade that in for a red one?" he laughed and rubbed her bottom with his hand.

Kimberly swallowed, her lips smacking around the apple. She took a deep breath, her breasts quivering beneath her. Hearing Wentworth's question, she wondered if she did, musing about being in her position.

Wentworth opened a few buttons on his shirt to relieve the strain of his large stomach. He opened his fly, drawing out his cock. It was almost as fat as he. He stepped closer so he could rub the head of his penis against her face.

Kimberly felt it's thick head. She refused to close her eyes. She was both frightened and excited by her treatment. She wanted to do her best for Serge, to keep them happy.

Vinny rose walked overly. He unfastened the string holding in the bright red apple as Wentworth's cock stiffened, oozing precum.

Kimberly worked her jaws for a moment. Her painted lips quivered, understanding what he wanted. She lay her tongue on her lower lip, looking up expectantly.

Wentworth took a puff on his cigar and then moves forward putting the head of his organ on her lips.

She felt the cockhead press through her lips, sealing them around it. She suckled, her lips smacking against the salty, velvety skin. She looked up at his red and rounded face. As she sucked him she felt someone tugging at the veggies in her orifices. First the carrot was pulled out and then the gourd. She felt her tortured holes gape open, vulnerable and ready for use. She groaned against the cock, her sex puckering, stretched.

As she sucked Wentworth's fat organ, her lips straining against its girth, she was entered from behind. The men who would as soon spit you as sex her, had their way.

Kimberly moaned softly, her sex responding, surprising her as her face rose and fell on the cock, her skin warming and flushed pink. She felt spitted, if only in another way.

As the men pushed against her, the bonds continued to hold her tightly to the platter and in a position to be used. She was taken from both ends, cocks sticking into her mouth and pussy like two ends of a spit

Kimberly imaged the spitting machine, her body shuddering with orgasms. She looked up at Wentworth's face, as he looked at the heads mounted on the walls silently watching them, occasionally glanced down at hers. She felt the man inside her orgasm and spray her full. As he pulled out, his jism dripped down her legs. No sooner than one withdrew, another one of Wentworth's associates entered her. She grunted at the new intrusion, not stopping her nursing of the cock in my mouth, smelling Wentworth's salty musk/

She was freely taken like the sow that she was. Wentworth's large cock in her mouth, thrusting himself into it, dominating it, while his associates took turns with your her other holes.

She moan, her lips smacking, several orgasms rippling through her. She trembled, her mind drifting away on waves of ecstasy, forgetting where she was or what she was to them.

Suddenly Wentworth groaned and a hot blast of jism from his cock cut through her rapture like hot lead. He came like a bull into her mouth and filled it.

She groaned, suckling, gurgling, swallowing madly and greedily, tasting the stuff as it slipped over her tongue and flowed down her throat, hot and delicious.

As Wentworth withdrew, his flood abated she catch a glimpse of Vinny and his cockhead just to the right of your face. Before she could react, his cock head flared open and she caught a rope of hot pearly jism broadside against her face. She felt it splatter agaisnt her, unsure if he got himself ready behind her, or by himself. She heard him chuckle, feeling the sticky stuff slowly slide down her face.

Vinny's turgid shaft leapt again and again and each time it spat out its warm spunk against her helpless face. His cum dripped down her face, streaking her mascara.

Kimberly's eyes fluttered. She felt the glue gum up her eyelid. She blinked her eyes to clear it, swallowing nervously.

The men zipped themselves up and, now spent return to their seats to resume their banter and smoking. They left her there on the platter their juices dripping from your face and orifices..

She listened to their conversation, struck by their clinical nature. She realized she shared that opinion in the past too, only a week before eating here. She knew even as a temporary sow, it was her place, feeling the sex flush continue to radiate from her body.

Dale returned and carted her away. He took Kimberly back into the holding room. Cutting her bonds she was finally free to stand. Dale helped her off of the platter as her limbs were somewhat stiff from being in the same position for several hours.

Kimberly groaned, stretching out her legs. She flexed her shoulders and arms, feeling pins and needles. Reaching up she brushed the residue of Vinny from her face. She swallowed, still tasting cum.

Dale took her arms behind her back and resecured them with twine. Opening the door to the cage he put her back inside. Only fours sows, including the dark skinned one remained.

Kimberly knelt down to take a drink of water before sitting down on one of the benches. She still smeled of sex, and still smelled the musk of the men in her nose.

The dark sow regarded Kimberly as she sat. Two of the sows are indifferent and the third cowered in the corner trembling

"Is she ok?" Kimberly asked with concern, looking at the trembling sow then back to the dark skinned sow.

The dark sow shrugged her shoulders.

The cowering sow overheard her. "OK? What do you think? One minute I'm human, the next I'm on the menu! Oh God, do you think they are comming back for, for, more!?" she wailed desperately.

"I doubt it;" Kimberly expressed helpfully. "- It's not really that bad; honest," Kimberly cooed trying to encourage her. "You get used to it quickly."

"Not that bad? I've been to these places. You end up on a stick. Roasted. Eaten." the sow shot back.

"I know, but they get such pleasure from it," Kimberly nodded, glancing at the dark skinned sow for confirmation.

The new sow looked at Kimberly and noticed her green tag. "Oh, what do you know about it? You're just a tourist. And your friend there is a dumb meat animal." she spat back.

"That's not nice," Kimberly responded, frowning at her. "It's over very quickly."

"Oh, that's comforting," she practically growled with no uncertain sarcasm and placed her head between her knees

Kimberly shrugged, "Good luck," she wished, looking at her with sympathy.

Kimberly let out a soft groan as she crossed her legs, feeling her sore sex.

"Yeah, maybe some rich guy will adopt me as a pet. But somehow I think I'll be in someone's stomach by this time tommorrow," the sow looked at her forlornly.

"I can tell you to try to be nice to Tyrone, the black attendent and be careful around Manuel, the Hispanic one, he's a bit mean," Kimberly advised.

"Yeah? Was Manuel mean to you tonight?" the sow shot back, snickering and sneering, seeing Kimberly's raw sex.

Kimberly blushed modestly at the challenge.

"Ya, well, we're just meat to them," the sow continued, not letting Kimberly responded. "Even the tourists who aren't really meat!"

"You might feel that way, but out there I guarantee you they don't and I'm not a tourist," Kimberly defended herself. "I did this to help a friend"

"Oh, I see. How good of you," the sow responded, still filled with angry sarcasm.

"Six businessmen hanged me last me night, I thought i was going to die!" Kimberly responded in desperate defence before changing her tone, "-Anyways, I'm sorry you were selected because you're not excited about it. Good luck."

"Right. Good luck. But I don't think they would have killed you. It's a really big fine to terminate a green tag, even by accident," the sow continued.

Kimberly shrugged, looking at her with pity. "Maybe you should try to sleep," Kimberly responded, turning away.

The sow groaned and rolled over onto the straw spread over a large quadrant of the cage.

Kimberly let out a deep sigh, swallowing, still tasting cum, remembering her time in the office and the talk of machines and investments, musing about her 2 days.

The other sows, one by one, sauntered over to the straw and found themselves a corner of their own before Kimberly took her own spot, shifting a few times before falling asleep, exhausted after a day of fresh air, sex and display work.