In the receiving room was the familiar pen, containing the single dark skinned sow. Vinny sat next to the pen at the receiving desk, behind him stood Dr. Worthington and Serge. The room was lit with its clinical overhead flourescent lights that illuminated everything plainly, allowing for cleaning to occur without oversight.

"Ah good, you're right on time," Serge smiled as Kimbery left the corridor and entered the room.

With her hair in loose thick curls, as bright as sunshine, Kimberly let out a small nervous giggle but smiled with enthusiam and delight "Hi!" she exclaimed brightly, walking in confidently. "How is everyone?" she beamed.

"We're doing great, just getting ready for the big show. You remember the good doctor and his inseminator?" Serge smiled, gesturing to the white smocked inventor.

"Yes, hello again!" she smiled, flushing at her recollection. Shifting the gift bag, she extend it to Serge. "I brought you something Serge," she offered,

"A present? How kind of you. I'm glad I got something for you as well," Serge smiled, reaching out to take the bag Kimberly looked on expectantly, filled with hope.

"Great;" he smiled, looking inside the multi-coloured sack. Lifting a large piece of polished wood from the interior of the bag he held it up to look at it and show the others. "A trophy mounting? For our main attraction this evening?"

"Yes, I thought about it and thought it would be perfect," she paused and smiled before explaining further, "You can start your collection like Vincent has," she shot the owner a smile and then looked back at him.

"Well thank you. I'm sure our little sow will look wonderful on my workshop wall. Right next to the first dollar my company earns," he said as the sow in the pen did not seem to even notice the discussion about her future.

"It will!" she nodded and beamed at him before swallowing and going on. "I have my dress in here and my other things for the dinner afterwards," she shifted, indicating her two other bags.

"Great, well we should get started," Serge smiled, gesturing with his hands for her to step forward.

"I guess we should," she agreed, blowing out a nervous breath through her painted lips.

Leaning over the desk, the Worthington. pushed a paper across towards Kimberly. "Here is the demo sow release. It's good for the next 4 hours," he withdrew a pen from his smock's pocket, removed the cap and placed it expectantly on the contract.

Kimberly's green eyes scanned it, quickly reading it over. She was aware of the three pairs of eyes upon her, but found herself not minding so much.

"Just like the last time. A set period. Anything goes except," he paused, making a motion across his throat, "Chop."

"Mmhmm," she murmured, nodding as she finished reading. Taking the pen she signed the conversion form.

"Very good. You are now the demo sow of Jessica Systems," Serge said drawing forth a blue velvet covered jewel box from the side pocket of his suit jacket. Opening it, he revealed a golden tag with SOW 01/Jessica Systems engraved on it. "Time to get you tagged."

Kimberly, gasped with surprise, seeing the glimmer of gold. "What's that?" she pointed tentatively.

"A momento for you to keep, for all your help. Can't just stick a plastic tag on our prize demo sow now can we?" Serge smiled matter of factly.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, placing a hand to her neck with astonishment.

"Well, it doesnt go there," her friend smirked wryly.

"Ok," she shrugged, having an idea what he had planned. She had seen that smile before. "I guess I should change," she said glancing around, Ummm, my bags? Can they be stored away until later?" she asked looking at Serge and Vinny.

"Yes, absolutely. But we do need to move along," he prompted.

"Ok, I'll just put my clothes in my gym bag I guess," she nodded agreeably before stepping away from the desk to start undressing.

"How many do you expect tonight?" she asked, conversing casually as she pulled her ribbed sweater from over her head.

"About two dozen. There is Merle's usual entourage as well as four other venture capitalists and their wives and dates," Serge began, leaning one hand on the table, continuing to hold the box containing the gold tag in the other. "-And VInny and the Dr. and myself of course."

"Oh I see," Kimberly nodded. "- What are you loading in your invention Dr. Worthington? she asked while undoing her blouse.

"Blanks once again my dear, I assure you. The conversion form does not permit anything to be done to you that will extend beyond your period of service," he responded in his accented voice, a reassuring smile creasing his lips.

The blonde nodded in response. "Ok; I took my pill today, so I was just checking," she said, balancing as she stepped out of her shoes and unzipped her skirt to push it down.

"How are you presenting us Serge? Am I waiting in the pen?" she asked pressing down her nylons and then her panties without hesitation.

"Well, first we are going to walk you out to the demo area and get you onto the standard sow milking station. We have that type 1 station all set up for you," he smiled, watching her non-chalantly.

"Ok;" she nodded carefully folding and tucking her clothes into her gym bag, before standing up.

"I was hoping to get something to eat, I barely had anything at lunch, I guess I'm a bit excited," she admitted her feelings with a blush.

"Well, the best we can do is load some sow feed into the milking station for you to have during the demo," he offered.

"I guess I'll live, I don't want to make a mess of your presentation, I want everything to be perfect tonight," she relented on her hunger, smiling at him and smoothing his arm affectionately. Her sex was already damp with excitement.

"No problem really. The station is designed to support a sow in place for 8 hours and food and water is easily provided," he continued to offer.

"Well, I'll be ok, I did my hair at lunch, and I think my make up is fine," she wondered aloud, bending to her bag to remove a compact and double check it before putting it away again.

"OK, well, time to tag and brand you, with an ink brand of course," he said.

Kimberly's eyes went wide at the word brand, then relaxed at the word 'ink. "Ok," she nodded "Where do you want me?" she lifted her hands up in a gesture of question and then dropped them to slap her thighs.

Serge pointed at the branding station which was nothing more than a horizontal bar, waist height, a pair of shackles placed wide apart in the floor and a chin/head rest in front of the waist bar. He pulled her hands behind her back and gently tied them with a double loop of thick white twine. "Over here," he pointed over her shoulder.

"Ok," she grunted softly, feeling the more and more familiar length of twine cinched about her wrists. She walked obediently over to the station, her bottom dimpling with each step.

"Wow Serge, I can't believe how excited I am! Aren't you excited?" she asked, looking over her shoulder, a little breathless.

Serge withheId his response to concentrate on getting the sow into position. With his hand on the back of her slender neck, he placed her in front of the bar and gently kicked her legs apart until her ankles were in place. Vinny snapped the shackles shut on her ankles. Sliding his hand down between her shoulder blades, Serge gently pushed Kimberly's back until she bent over, her chin and neck stretched out on the rest. He buckled a strap across the back of her neck. "Yes, very excited. Tonight can be the start of big things for all of us here," he smiled with pleasure.

"Uh-huh," she murmured, her long legs trembling, feeling her ankles encircled, the bar pressing into the crease of her narrow waist.

Standing behind her, Serge took his hand and rubbed her now easily available and exposed vaginal pouch. "I can see you are excited as well," he remarked, feeling moisture on the tender flesh.

"Uh! Yes!" she gasped with suprise, then smiling at the touch. "I am, " she mururmed, licking her lips, remembering the spit from the day before and their little impromtu interlude. Without taking his hand off of her, she felt him part her outer lips, taking the left one between his finger and thumb and tugging it out. She inhaled deeply, a tremble going through her.

"OK, Dr. hold this out for me while I tag it," Serge instructed.

The doctor's deft fingers grabbed hold of her tender lip. Serge moved into place with the cold steel of the piercing tool. Kimberly gasped softly in realization.

Serge clamped down on the plier and she felt it bite into her soft, private flesh. It was quickly withdrawn and she felt a ring being inserted in her new piercing.

"Uhhh," Kimberly groaned, a tremour going through hre. She tensed for a moment while they worked, feeling the hands of the two men. "My-my tag?" she finally managed to stutter.

The hands holding her sex let go and they were replaced by the weight of the tag pulling on the ring. The cold metal disc the size of a quarter now slowly warming against the skin of her thigh.

"Yes, you've just been tagged," came Serge's reply.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, her shoulders relaxing, getting used to the stinging in her sex, digesting the idea. There was a sudden sensation of another piece of metal pushing into the soft flesh of her upturned buttocks. It was the cold, ink branding iron. She swallowed the brand momentarily distracting her from the tag.

There you are, a sow all ready for the evening," Serge declared as Kimberly's neck and legs were freed. Serge reached out a hand to right the naked, tagged and branded sow.

"I guess," she figeted, standing up and smiling at them, mystified. She was concious of the feeling of the tag bumping and dangling.

Serge took her by the upper arm and smiled. "Either way; It's showtime!"

Kimberly gasped with false surprise, and smiled at Serge with mirth. "Okay," she nodded once. She glanced at Vinny and the doctor to get their reactions.

The doctor and Serge walked Kimberly down the long hallway at the rear of the restaurant where the outdoor fire pits could be found. The stepped out into the fading sunlight of the day. In front of the pit area was the gleaming jessica and next to that, a standard milking station on a turntable. Bleachers had been set up to observe the demonstration and were now filled with the evening's crowd.

"Oh, outdoors?" Kimberly asked, her eye brows raised in surprise.

"Yes, all of this isn't big enough to fit inside and besides it's a pleasant autumn evening," Serge explained as they walked evenly towards the demonstration area.

Kimberly nodded in understanding, feeling butterflies at the sight of the jessica machine. She strove to keep her expression neutral, feeling the eyes upon her.

The two inventors walked the blonde sow over to the milking machine. Much like the jessica it placed the occupant in an all fours kneeling position, the buttocks slightly raised with a space for the breasts to freely hang over the teat cups and a rest for the sow's head. Straps hung from it, necessary to keep the sow well in place.

Kimberly stepped up to it under their guidance. Having never been on the contraption, she was a little nervous about getting it right, but was sure it wasn't too difficult, after all, sows all over the world were placed on them everyday, she could do it too.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, before we go to the main demonstration this evening, we wanted to give a quick demo of Dr. Worthington's auto inseminator which will do for sow breeding what my Jessica 3000 will do for spitting," Serge announced to the crowd. He turned to his colleague, offering him the floor, "Doctor Worthington."

Kimberly heard the audience clap politely. She scanned the audience neutrally and caught a glimpse of the famous Merle Hill. Her heart lept into her throat. She was suddenly very self-concious and anxious.

"We have here a standard sow ready to be placed into a type 1 milking station that are in use throughout the industry," the doctor explained, as Serge pushed her down into a kneeling position. Her knees slid around the rest for the lower body, being forced wide apart. He strapped her legs snuggly against the side of the machine.

Kimberly complied, remained quiet, acting like as she thought the sow in the cage would. She felt the straps press into her legs, holding her firmly in place.

Serge bent her forward until her head reached down to the chin rest to which she was immedieately strapped. Her torso leaned down, off the horizontal, her head lower than her hips which was now completely exposed to the audience watching. Her still enlarged breasts hung down over the waiting cups.

"Now then, here we have the sow in the typical milking barn configuration," the doctor smiled at the audience, gesturing in Kimberly's general direction.

Kimberly felt her sex exposed between her legs and upturned bottom. She could feel the tag dangling there, the eyes of the audience upon her. She heard Serge flip a switch on the side of the machine and she felt her nipples ingested into the cups. The machine began roughly suckling her breasts. She continued to stare straight ahead, listening, feeling her nipples tugged on, half waiting for the needles to arrive, relieved that they didn't. Then the good doctor's hand was on her bottom holding it open so that every one could see her gaping sex and the rosette of her anus while the machine suckled her like a common milker. The blonde breathed softly, blinking, the hand was clinical but not ungentle. She listened intently.

"Now, for as long as we've had modern sow breeding programs insenmination of sows was a messy, laborious process," the doctor explained, as Kimberly felt his fingers holding her vaginal lips wide open. "A syringe brearing the bull semen had to manually inserted, positioned and dispensed all without assurance that the sow was optimally ready to recieve the load." he said, as he inserted a large plastic syringe into her wide open sex.

Kimberly wondered absentsent mindly if the cooking oil was being pulled out of her breasts, before she felt herself opened and the syringe pushed inside of her. She inhaled deeply, supressing a moan.

"In this way, each sow had to be individually and carefully tended to by a single operator moving from sow to sow. Very inefficient," the doctor tut-tutted eliciting grunts of acknowledgement from the audience.

Kimberly blew out a silent breath, through her pursed lips. She felt the syringe being manipulated and the fingers holding her open.

"But now I give you the AutoSem," he declared as the audiance clapped and there was a buzz as the Dr. held up and showed off his invention.

Kimberly listened intently. She was unable to see, but knew what it was. She wondered if she looked alright.

"This probe here is inserted into the sow's vaginal canal and it extends to the optimal depth for insemination. The probe moves rythmically to stimulate and dialate the sow until sensors here detect exactly the right moment to introduce the load," the doctor explained.

Kimberly took soft, measured breaths, blinking, then swallowing nervously. She waited for him to begin.

"This bulb here roots into the sow's rectum to help hold it in place, by inflating and rooting itself behind the sphincter," he pointed to the tip of the device.

Kimberly continued to get used to being called sow. It no longer shocked her. She took some perverse pleasure from it, knowing it only a temporary state.In the mean time she chose to enjoy the attention. She felt the syringe pulled out and fingers held her anus open. A finger pushed in and hooked it's self behind her sphincter bulging it out, demonstrating the principle behind the machine. The manipulation elicited a soft grunt, as her eyes grew wide, still feeling the ongoing rythmic suction on her breasts.

The Doctor withdrew his finger and continued his explanation, "A technician equiped with several AutoSem units can impregnate many sows simultaneously. I'll now show you just how easy it is."

Kimberly swallowed and tensed in anticipation. A second later she felt the thick shaft of the AutoSem slide into her open sex. It went down; down deep until the anal bulb found its mark and inflated instantly, like a little air bag rooting itself into her helpless bottom.

Kimberly grunted, then sighed, reminded of the spit. She accepted the device without any further protest. On cue, the assistant turned sow, felt the vaginal probe begin to squirm and move inside of her. It elicited shivers as she felt her sex tingle, clitoris buzz, and her skin begin to warm. Once it found its mark it begain pistoning inside her, fucking her like the common sow she had become. The clitoral simulator rubbed against her hard button urging her on.

"Would any of you like to come down for a closer look?" the doctor invited.

Kimberly took soft, laboured breaths. She flushed pink, beginning glow with a sheen of perspiration. She heard the audiance rustle and several of the men gather around her naked, trapped body as it was being mecilessly taken by the AutoSem. She felt someone pull on it and the comment, "Wow, that's really in there."

The blonde felt her nipples tugged and sex and ass wrapped around the device. She felt the presense of the men, and their all so close voices.

A man infront of her took her face in his hands. "Wow, this sow is really getting worked up by this thing," he grinned.

Kimberly could see the bugle in his pants. Already aroused by the Autosem, her arousal was accelerated by their presense. She swallowed and looked up, her mouth open with each panting breath.

"Yes, gentlemen, the sow is being precisely and scentifically stimulated to perfection. And if you find yourselves stimulated, please help yourselves," Serge offered.

Kimberly saw the man nod and smile. He reached down and undid his zipper, his cock instantly unfurling to full attention just an inch away from her face.

The blonde knew her role, especially after the weekend. She wanted to taste a real cock again opening her mouth further in response.

The man was only too happy to oblige. He stepped forward sliding his rock hard meat into her open mouth. She was completely filled as the machines pistoned and suckled her breasts and the man enjoyed her mouth.

Kimberly sucked him obediently, enthusiastically, his smell and taste increasing her arousal. She felt her body penerated and used. She could feel hands on her body, hands lifting her tag to read it, hands on her bottom, hands tugging on the machine making it pull against her anus.

She groaned softly at the presense of the cock, feeling it nudge her throat. Her lips smacking with suction. She felt her bottom puckering, gripping the device inside.

Suddenly the man tensed up and sent streams of his warm jism squirting down her throat. He pulled out of and wiped his dripping cock against her red lips.

Kimberly gobbled his seed, swallowing, inhaling his scent. She enjoyed servicing him, and through him, Serge, the doctor, and Vinny. Licking the cum from her lips, the blonde heard the conversations going on around her, even as the Autosem continued to tease and stimulate.

The next man stepped in front Kimberly displaying a monster cock. It starred her in the face. He put his hand on her chin and pulled up on it slightly, urging her to look up.

Kimberly's eyes fluttered, then went wide with recognition.

It was none other than Merle Hill.

"Too bad we're not having this one tonight. This is grade A meat for sure," he commented casually to those examining the Autosem.

Kimberly almost forgot to open her mouth, before doing so. Her heart leapt at the compliment. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, even as the device continued to stimulate her.

"If this Jessica works you are invited down to my place to give it a ride. I guarantee you a real first class send off," Merle offered.

Unable to nod, Kimberly merely gasped.

Merle slipped his thick member into her eager mouth as the autosem began to beep.

Standing at the foot of the station, Worthington exclaimed and gestured, "Ah there, the sow has reached full receptivity to the machine's load."

Ignoring the beeping, Kimberly looked up at Merle with expectation. Her body glowed with a sheen of perspiration, the autosem making her crazy with pleasure. She strained her lips to take his member, running her tongue along the underside hoping that he was enjoying her efforts.

Merle Hill looked down at Kimberly's face before looking up at the men around them and chuckled, "I guess she finds the idea of getting a personal tour of my factory appealing."

Kimberly's eyes fluttered at the statement, as her cheeks puffed, feeling his cock slide between her lips. The buzzing in her clitoris induced a soft moan, overwhelmed by the stimulation.

The alarm of the autosem increase in frequency as Merle worked her. The audience watched attentively as the autosem started to rhythmically pulse holding on to Kimberly's ass with one plug whilst the other pushed deep into her womb.

She was taking soft rapid breathes, feeling her nipples tugged and sparked by the milking machine's continuous pumping. Her gurgles of pleasure became more frequent, being pounded from both ends in full view of the audience. She was no more than a sow strapped to a milking station to them. Merle groaned and Kimberly felt his hot semen splash against her throat. She stifled a gag, swallowing his hot salty essence into her stomach.

Kimberly grimaced with pleasure at the constant stimulation and the thrill of pleasing Merle. She struggled to suppress the sounds that were welling up all the way from her core.

The autosem stopped its beeping and then let out one long beep. "Ah there" the doctor exclaimed all done. "The sow is now perfectly inseminated, if in fact the machine had contained a viable load," he explained with a smile, patting Kimberly's upturned rump.

Kimberly gasped through the haze of the machine induced orgasm, happy that had taken her pill in the morning before relaxing once again. She felt the machine move a little against her as the doctor put his hands upon it.

"We release it like so," he demonstrated, the machine clicking once, and the anal plug deflating.

Kimberly looked up at Merle, an expression of dreamy satisfaction on her face. She emitted a soft groan and blew out a breath out through pursed lips. She licked flecks of cum from them, her skin flushed pink.

The machine is slid out of Kimberly, her orifices gaped for all the audience to see. The doctor passed the machine off to Serge before holding Kimberly open for the audience. "Note that the load is deposited deep inside and will not leak out as often happens with manual methods," he explained.

The blonde closed her eyes feeling him work. She continued to let out soft breaths, feeling his palms hold her open, her new tag dangling from her labia.

"Well then, very good doctor, an excellent demonstration. I'm sure this will be an important improvement to the husbandry of sows. Audience members are invited to come down and take a close look," Serge invited with a game show host smile.

Kimberly worked at remaining still, continuing to radiate heat. She heard the rustle of some audience members as the approached to inspect the machine's handy work.

The doctor continued to hold her wide open. "There, see. Go ahead and probe it with your finger," he offered emphatically.

Kimberly pressed her lips together, her sooty eyelashes coming to together as her eyes closed. She was aware crowd around her, feeling fingers touch her. She trembled each time a new one was inserted. She was being handled like the sow that she was, not a person. Her most private place held open and prodded, inspected like an animal. She pressed her neck against the strap holding her in place, wanting to toss her head.

There was a chorus of comments, '-Very impressive doctor,' '-Are you making any prototypes available?' "-I'd like to try this at my farm.'

"I think that can be arranged," came the doctor's pride filled reply.

Kimberly listened to the conversations spoken over her back. She opened her eyes to peer sideways, seeking out Serge. She looked to see if anyone is in front of her at all, or was looking at her face.

There was no one.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, if I can ask you to retake your seats we are going to proceed to the main demonstration for this evening," Serge spoke up over the din, directing the crowd to ready themselves for the main attraction of the evening.

Kimberly felt the hands release her and her flesh slowly close as it was no longer the centre of attention. She let out a soft sigh to herself softly, before swallowing, still tasting and smelling sex.

The blonde was left, strapped on the milking station. She had an excellent view of the gleaming Jessica and to one side of it the readied pit, the coals were glowing brightly, waiting for the dark skinned sow.

Kimberly smelled the familiar scent of the coals. She could feel their heat on the occasional shift of the breeze. She regarded Serge's steel creation, licking her lips. Wondering how their meal would taste.

"And now; I present the first public demonstration of the Jessica 3000," Serge smiled, addressing the crowd. "The Squeal of the Pig has provided us with this evening's test subject and also our main course." He smiled some more, pausing as the audience clapped and hummed with anticipation.

Kimberly listened intently to him, feeling both happiness and pride.

"In a moment the sow will be lead out in front of the machine, as one would do in normal practice, and be processed in a fully automatic fashion, made ready for the finishing touches of the chef in mere moments," Serge explained, stepping to the machine after his explanation.

Serge reached the machine, flipping switches on the control panel of the spit driver and spit station. A series of relays clicked and a long metal spit was dispensed into the receiving chamber of the driver. The machine began to hum quietly awaiting its subject.

Kimberly heard the familiar sounds of the machine. She flinched as the spit clanged into place before beginning to tremble in anticipation.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen -don't blink," he smiled, playing to the crowd. "Bring out the sow," he commanded, looking to the patio door of the restaurant.

Tyrone lead out the dark skinned sow, holding her upper arm while her hands were bound securely behind her. She appeared excited, almost radiant but as a true submissive her eyes were downcast. There was a slight hint of wetness on her thighs. She knew that this was her moment, the moment she had been conditioned for; while she was only meat and should not be openly proud in front of her betters she was completely primed for what was about to happen.

Kimberly began breathing a little faster in anticipation for her and you. She bit her lower lip, knowing the sow's look and her anticipation. Kimberly could barely contain herself, and was unable to keep breathing through her nose, beginning to softly pant.

"Tyrone, put the sow on the mark," Serge pointed to the base of the station.

Tyrone lead the animal to the space between the station of the machine and the ram before letting go of the sows arm. For what seemed to be an eternity there was a hushed silence except for the soft whir of the machine.

Kimberly was held rapt with the rest of the viewers, her skin flushing and her heart pounding.

Suddenly it pounced on her. A bar rose out from the driver and struck the sow in the back of her legs sending her forward onto her knees. Before the sow could react the bar rolled upward and struck her in the small of her back forcing her forward in one continuous motion, her chest falling on the padded rest, a breast falling to either side of it.

Kimberly gasped her eyes widening as she watched her expression and Serge's. She saw Serge held the controller, looking on with pride.

Not missing a beat, the process continued with the sow quickly ensnared in restraints. A strap was pulled down over her neck pressing her head down onto the chin rest and another was pulled over her back, the machine drawing the sows body tightly to itself.

Kimberly licked her lips, feeling a pang of jealousy that the dark skinned sow got to go through the process first. Her memories of her friend Jessica was really the person who had earned the spot most of all.

The machine began to ready its subject for the spit. Two loops fastened the sow behind her knees and began drawing them forward. The crack of her bottom opened wider and wider revealing the winking pert brown rosette of her anus and the wet lips of her opening sex. Simultaneously, the cups under her breasts extended upward and being their pneumatic hiss until with a pair of 'thunks' the sow's nipples were ingested by them.

Kimberly winced with delicious sympathy. She felt her sex begin to grow wet again. She strained at her leather bonds, her toes and fingers flexing and unflexing.

The sow cringed slightly as the needles Kimberly had already felt, founded her flesh instead. It hardly disturbed her eager rapture for the spit.

Kimberly strained at her leather bonds, her toes and fingers flexing and unflexing.

A soft whine roses up from the machine as the driver's motor sped up, and upon reaching speed the spit clang softly as the ram caught it and began guiding it toward the sow's open spit hole.

In what seemed to the assembly like an hour but was only a mere seconds, the spit traversed the short distance to the sows open pussy. Meanwhile they could see the animal's breasts inflate as the are filled with the same cooking oil that even now fills Kimberly's own mammaries that continued to be suckled by the milker for all to see.

Kimberly sucked in a sob, watching it unfold. Her heart beat pounded in her ears, her button buzzing.

The cold spit contacted the sow's pouting labia and she reflexively jerked forward, but then, using what little play her bonds allow her, she pushed her rear backward as if to urge her metal lover to take her.

She had not long to wait, as the thick rod filled her spit hole and her lips strained to accept it.

Kimberly saw the sow's reactions and felt them. She grit her teeth, knowing how the spit felt.

The crowd was rapt, murmuring almost to themselves in fascination at the spectacle.

Serge left his place to stand beside Kimberly. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "This is as far as you went. Now you'll see the rest of it." He placed his hand on the blonde's wet sex and felt her excitement.

Kimberly felt a jolt of joy at the sound of Serge's accented voice. His hand making her crazy. She suppressed a lusty inspired mew.

For a moment the Jessica hesitated, having reached as far as it could go without puncturing the sow. A bar with a probe was pushed out by the machine and travelled down the spit to impale the sow in her helpless anus. A tube trails the probe back into the machine.

Kimberly was panting now, feeling her arousal grow. She felt her anus virtually pucker and insides roil at the new event.

Simultaneously the pair saw another rod appear under the sow pushed out from the centre console of the machine at the tip of which appeared a stubby blade.The rod stopped just above the sow's mound and then plunged into her belly quickly pulling back into the machine opening her stomach as if it had a zipper. Her guts began to spill out onto a sliding tray and into a waiting tub, thudding like wet rags, against it's metal sides as water was pumped in through her rectum to flush her clean The spit began to move again, pushing through her womb into her quickly emptying abdomen.

The look upon the sow's face was an odd combination of pain and great pleasure. She knew now what it was to be meat. She had hungered for it all her life and now she was being put on the spit like the common sow that she was, finding her ultimate use.

Kimberly was trembling and shaking badly, remembering the scare of the previous night. She watched the dark skinned sow's face grimace and contort. She blew out breaths rapidly trying to control herself.

Soon the sow's belly was empty and a slight amount of pink liquid still dribbled from the wound. The rod from the front of the machine reappeared, this time it had a sewing head. It drew across her belly, rapidly stitching, sealing it with white cooking twine.

Kimberly gasped softly, acutely aware of her own flat, satiny stomach. She was amazed at her vitality, and was happy the demonstration was still going as planned.

The crowd watched as the sow's belly begins to grow as it is pumped full of stuffing. Soon she had a pregnant look about her, enlarged breasts and a rounded abdomen. Serge patted Kimberly's naked belly and ran his hand over it as if to say that it could be her one day.

Kimberly tensed for a microsecond, then smiled and relaxed at his touch.

The machine quickly completed filling her. The breast cups released with a couple of thunks while the filling tube was withdrawn.

Kimberly and Serge could see the look on the sows face. They saw her eyes looking down her nose and realized her mouth was starting to part.

Kimberly watched her face continue to contort, waiting for the spit in anticipation as the seconds tick past. She held her breath, feeling her orgasm rising as electricity coursed through her being.

The sharp tip of the spit began to emerge from her mouth, and much like her labia, her lips strained to support it's girth and stretch into an 'O' around it.

Serge saw Kimberly's excitement and massaged her heated sex and erect button, urging Kimberly over the top as they watched the sow become the meat on a stick that was her destiny. His ministrations did not take long to yield results, feeling a tremour go through his assistant. They watched together, seeing the spit emerge.

Kimberly pressed her lips together to suppress a cry, the sight hitting her like a bolt of lightning. She orgasmed again.

She strained to keep her eyes open, wanting so badly to just experience the orgasm completely*

The relays of the machine clicked off and the ram hissed to a stop and withdrew. Now that the sow was fully impaled, the machine can begin to let go. The straps and bars holding the sow down began to retreat

Kimberly's eyes fluttered in disbelief; she took gasping breaths through her nose, amazed at the sight.

As a final step the Tyrone caught the sow's ankles with a loop of heavy cooking twine and drew them together, lifting them to the bar protruding from her spit hole. He tied them securely as the machine clicked off. The sow now stretched out on the spit, held up by rests at either end rolled her eyes up in what is obviously an orgasm that shook her body like a bolt of lightning.

Kimberly felt her delicious torment, watched rapt.

"Tyrone, Manuel, if you please," Serge directed before the two men stepped up and grabbed the spit by either end, lifting the impaled animal off of the machine and displaying her to the audience. The sow blinked and as she slid ever so slightly back and forth on the spit, wracked by another powerful orgasm.

Kimberly's emotions ran wild at the sight of her pleasure and the success of the demonstration, feeling a twinge of jealousy again at her success.

"And there we have it, one live, spitted sow, filled and ready for the chef's final touches," Serge gestured with a sweep of his arm, he smiled as the audience applauded the machine's success.

A chef and his assistant, each with a huge white chef's hat emerged from the restaurant. The assistant carried a vat of sauce and the chef a large sauce brush.

The crowd watched as the brush the size of a mop was plunged into the pot and then, dripping with sweet red sauce, it was dragged across the helpless, impaled sow. The sauce pooled in the small of her back and the split of her bottom, running down and over the labia, still straining against the unyielding metal intruder. The sow trembled with another orgasm as red sauce tickled her swollen clitoris.

Kimberly realized that the sow's sex was completely on fire. In her state, every motion, every touch, however slight reminded the sow she was meat and with her conditioning it sent her into ecstasy continuously. She realized that far from being in pain, the sow was in a rapturous state. Kimberly watched, fascinated and stunned, her jaw dropped open, continuing to swallow the taste of cum. Her mind went to memory of herself on the television monitor less than two weeks before and the same image Serge had shown to all of these investors. She remembered his calling her 'sow', wondering if it was her destiny to be like her.

Although she came to the restaurant and would ultimately die, for a brief moment the sow was completely alive, fulfilling her destiny. She was meat and her conditioning had made the place her nirvana.

Soon the dark skinned sow was covered BBQ sauce, which dripped from the ends of her distended nipples. As a last step, a foil cone was placed around her neck to help preserve her head from the flames and to make it suitable as trophy.

Kimberly remembered Serge's expressed wish and her gift; she smiled at the final preparation.

Tyrone and Manuel took a few steps forward with their load and the were astride the flaming pit. Carefully they lowered the animal down onto the uprights. The chef and his assistant lowered them a couple of notches until the red and yellow glow off the flames reflect brightly off of the marinated meat. The rotor was engaged and the dark skinned sow began to turn over the coals. Her laden breasts hanging to one side and then flopping over as her chest came around the apex. The drippings of sauce sputtered and spat as they fell onto the coals.

Kimberly watched her in fascination, her eyes darted from her to the machine, seeing her continue to tremble with orgasms. She was acutely aware of her own bustline. She could see her shake and tremble with one wave of orgasm after another as the heat began to take her preparing her meat for her masters.

"And there it is," Serge broke in, "From the pen to the coals in under three minutes."

The audience claps and cheers and breaks into an excited murmur.

"And now, we have a little time while our dinner is made ready. Please come on down for some drinks, inspect the sow on the coals or make use of this sow on the milker," Serge invited.

Kimberly heard his invite, a little stunned, but remembering only he and the doctor knew her real status. She heard the audience rustle and move and break into multiple conversations. She watched the spit turn with the sow she had spent 2 days and nights living with turning in ecstasy upon it.

Excited by the spectacle of the spitting it was not long until one man appeared in front of Kimberly and undid his fly. An already stiff cock leapt out with a dap of precum glistening on it's piss hole. "Hey Ben, what you say we spit this one?" he invited his colleague.

Before she could react, Kimberly felt a cock pushed into her sex and the man in front of her, took her mouth. She felt herself securely strapped down like the dark skinned sow, impaled in both ends by thick shafts. Kimberly groaned with pleasure the tag in her sex rubbing in a most arousing way. Out of the corner of her eye she could the sow turn slowly on the spit and two women in cocktail dresses sipping wine and watching her turn. Meanwhile, the two men used her like the common sow that she currently was. She could feel them thrust and use her without concern for her comfort

She heard the pair conversing about the Jessica as they took her. As she struggled to please them, the blonde remembered Merle's invitation and Serge's urgings. The pair were excited by what they had seen, wondering aloud how much fun it would be to use, how many sows they can do in a day and how much profit they would make. Sex, money, food; it excited them.

Kimberly's ministrations and their arousal quickly came to cumulation as she swallowed cum, taking it inside her. She felt the warm breeze caress her skin, inhaling the familiar smell of cooking meat that the Squeal of the Pig was famous for. She found her mouth beginning to water as she licked traces of cum from her lips.

As she continued to satisfy several of the men, Kimberly held out the hope that Serge was making deals as she remained on display.

Time passed as Kimberly's value as entertainment diminished, she was left to spend her last minutes alone on the milker, watching the sow roast and the people drink and talk and make their plans. Kimberly felt tired, the repeated orgasms left her radiant, as her thoughts always went back to the sow and Serge's success.

Finally, her time being up, Serge reappeared with a leash. He began to undo the suckers and other restraints. "Well, thanks for doing such a great job. Let me help you out," he offered as she breathed a sigh of relief.

Serge helped the unsteady sow to her feet. She was wobbly from being kept in the same position for so long a time. She struggled to remain quiet, resisting the urge to groan as the blood rushed back to her limbs. He clipped a leash to her ring and held her by the arm for a moment, not wanting her to fall to a heap on the ground.

Kimberly looked down at her used nipples, her sex not nearly as sore as she would have thought. She wondered if the spit and autosem had anything to do with it.

"Ready to walk or do I need Tyrone to carry you out?" Serge asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Kimberly nodded in response. "I can walk," she said softly, nervous about her ring being tugged on.

Serge paraded his assistant past the crowd now hungrily milling around the pits, sipping drinks. A few guests pinched Kimberly's rump as they passed by. "Are you sure one is enough?" One called.

He was ignored as Serge lead her back into the restaurant toward the busy kitchen.

The heat, smells, and sounds of the kitchen greeted them as Serge compelled Kimberly forward with steady tension on the chain. The chefs were hard at work with preparations of side dishes, desserts and some additional parts. The busy staff barely paid them a glance as Serge lead her through the fragrances that filled the air.

Kimberly felt excitement and relief vie for control of her heart as they left through the back door of the kitchen for the receiving area.

"I've got your stuff back here;" Serge stated, interrupting her thoughts as he indicated to one of the employee's change rooms. "Ready to be human again?"

"Yes!" she responded with enthusiasm, invigorated by the offer. Glancing down at the tag and ring that still held her to his leash, she added, "Oh this tag Serge, is it permanent?"

"Well, you can cut it off I suppose but it's not meant to be removed," he said with some chagrin at her question.

"Oh! - No, no, I wouldn't do that, I mean - I don't know," she stammered and smiled at him in a mixture of apology and excitement. She didn't wish to upset him with her question, but his expression was enough to leave her stumbling to save the situation. "I just - Oh Serge it worked! Isn't it incredible?! I'm so happy for you!" she gushed, trying to get his mind back to the machine and off her gaffe.

"Yes, I think this is going to make us all rich," he smiled in response to her congratulatory tone.

"Okay, here we are," he said as she stammered behind him in tow. He stopped next to the door. "You stuff is in this box here. Need anything else?"

"Well can you untie my wrists?" she half turned, avoiding the leash pulling too hard on her ring.

"Ah, of course," he smiled in memory before undoing her bonds and unclipping the leash.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed, resisting the urge to hug him in her current state.

"No, thank you Kimberly. I have you to thank for putting me over the top with this thing. Helping me get that sow and this venue," he smiled with genuine gratitude.

"You're welcome!" she beamed "I'm so glad I could help, it's been a really rewarding experience, I have to say I'm surprised how much I've enjoyed it!" she folded her hands behind her back surprised at her admission.

"But what are they saying? How was it going?" she probed for answers. "- I haven't been able to hear a lot! They all seem to want to cook me!" she laughed at some of the comments.

"The buzz is great - and yeah, if you wanted I could process you right now and there wouldn't be a scrap left by midnight. They were very disappointed you aren't a full sow," he looked at her with small look of reproach.

"I'm not so sure if I'm ready to do that just now!" she laughed, tipping her head back. "-But thank you that's flattering!" In the recess of her mind she *wondered if he wanted her to volunteer so he could process her for tonight.

"Well, there's always that offer from Merle you know. He'll do you personally and that's a real Grade A honour," he persisted, gesturing with an open hand towards her.

"I know!" she marvelled at the thought, remembering his comments and his cock. "Do you think he'll buy your machine?"

"They all want prototypes and I bet I'll have some full production orders before long," he said with great pride.

"I wonder if he would do me," she wondered aloud, bringing her finger tips to her lips.

"I'm sure he would do it quite artfully. Merle is a virtuoso when it comes to meat and you would no doubt demand his full attention"

"I'm sure he would but not tonight!" she laughed, dismissing the thought.

"Alright then, dinner is in less than an hour. Hope you can be ready by then,"

"I'll be ready," she assured him, smiling brightly and placing a hand against the change room door to push it in.

"Okay, see you in an hour then," Serge replied, before turning back to rejoin his guests

Kimberly seized her garment bag and gym bag from inside the door as she disappeared into the employee's change room. She examined her surroundings, simple rows of lockers along with sinks a shower and facilities made up the room. Placing her things on the wooden bench that ran the length of the lockers, she went to the mirror to examine her body, particularly the tag that she imagined was now part of her.

Getting as close to the mirror as she could, Kimberly first looked in the mirror then bent forward to examine herself. Her well-used sex was puffy and pink and elicited a shuddering breath from her as she carefully touched its length before lifting the golden disk on the pads of her fingers in an attempt to read it. She still couldn't believe he had tagged her permanently. It was flattering to be the first sow of Jessica systems even if technically the brown-skinned sow - or even Jessica she used.

Dropping the tag, she licked her lips and regarded her nipples in her reflection in the mirror. Lifting her breasts she saw how reddened they were from the suction. Surprisingly the pumps had barely taken much of the cooking oil Serge had injected them with. She was actually glad, the dress she had selected for tonight was strapless and required a bustline to hold it up. Smiling to herself she went to the bag and opened the zipper, hanging it up over a half-open locker door, she regarded the gold lame material, it was a fun dress and something she could never see herself in before. Tonight's party was going to be a lot of fun. The memory of the time jolted her from her idle musing and sent her to the shower with a bottle of body wash in hand and a bathing cap over her tucked in golden tresses.

Emerging from the shower, Kimberly touched her hair with a curling iron and brush before reapplying her make-up. The first piece of clothing she plucked from her gym bag was the pair of gold satin panties she had purchased especially to match her dress. She regarded them for a moment, stretching out their waist band in her outstretched painted finger tips. She began to bend down to step into them but felt the tag and smiled to herself. She made the decision to leave them off, the tag would rub with the presence of the fabric and she was still getting used to its ring.

Instead she spread her towel onto the bench and sat down to slowly draw up the honey tan stockings that complimented her dress perfectly and gave her long legs a perfect silk tan. She stepped into her dress, carefully zippering herself shut and adjusting the demi-cups that lifted and separated her full breasts, displaying them proudly. Stepping into a pair of gold heels that she had to search the mall to match the dress, she stepped before the mirror to put in her earrings and check her appearance one last time. Smiling with satisfaction, she checked the time and realized she had just enough time to rejoin Serge before the entree was presented. Her stomach rumbled, her appetizer wasn't nearly as filling as the ourderves the guests were consuming.

She checked her appearance one last time in the mirror before emerging from the change room, her stomach full of butterflies and little else. She heard the buzz of the party and the smell of the sow and the other food being cooked. Her felt a twinge of apprehension, hoping she had done well for him on the station and could help him further at the reception.

Straightening her back, she felt the tag between her legs bump and touch. Her breath caught as she moved towards the door. Kimberly had happened to glance at the cage realizing that the sow was now out over the coals. Pushing the thought from her mind she smoothed her dress to compose herself. She hoped Serge liked it. Stepping through the swinging door of the back Kimberly transversed the restaurant to the exterior where she spied Serge.

He was standing next to the roast pit holding a pint of beer while chatting with Merle, a business man and his wife. He noticed Kimberly and motioned to her to join them.

Kimberly's made up lips parted in a genuine smile of delight. She strode with delight across the patio, practically floating at the chance to meet the celebrity more formally. She felt her heart leap for Serge and for herself, seeing how he and Merle seemed to be getting along. She hoped Serge's business dealings were going well.

The group smiled at Kimberly, as the clicking of her heels signalled her rapid approach.

"Hi!" she smiled brightly, reaching the clique. The scent of the spices of the nearly finished roast tickled her nostrils but she resisted the urge to sneeze.

"Let me introduce my lovely assistant Kimberly," Serge smiled with a sweep of his hand at the time of her arrival.

"How is everyone?" she asked as she arrived to Serge's introduction, looking from one to next in kind.

"We're great;" Serge began,

"It looks like your new invention is going to furnish us with a fine meal tonight," Merle motioned to the sow, now still and considerably browner turning peacefully over the coals

"It is really something isn't it?" Kimberly smiled at Merle.

"Yes it is, I was just saying how it's going to revolutionize the market, although I might have some problems with the meatpacker's union," he suggested to the assembly and to her specifically.

"Do you think so?" she smiled innocently with question. The pretty blonde folded her hands almost instinctively at the small of her back as she thoughtfully waited for his answer. The unconscious effect was to push her chest forward.

"Yes, it's too damn automatic. All you have to do is walk the sow in front of it and bam, she's meat on a stick, all hands off," Merle complained, gesticulating with his hands for emphasis.

"Oh! I never thought of that!" she exclaimed, glancing at Serge with question.

Merle, Serge and the business man ogled at enhanced bustline, before Serge stammered an answer, "Um, yeah, well;" Serge responded. "We can always dumb it down a bit, take out some of the modifications to leave some more work for the operator. Don't want to spoil the worker's fun you know."

"Yes, they do have to have that," Kimberly smiled in remembrance, glancing at the woman for a look of understanding before smiling mischievously at Serge with mock disbelief. Trying to keep Merle's appetite whetted, she advanced one foot forward half a step, bending her knee slightly, the curve of her calf more on display*

Losing interest in the conversation, Merle looked Kimberly over, "You know, you are quite the assistant Kimberly."

"Well, thank you Merle," she smiled in response to the remark. "I try to be," she stepped closer to stand beside him knowing that she could help influence him and get Serge the contract by demonstrating more attention. "I was surprised Serge asked me, but it's been a very interesting and rewarding experience," she smiled shyly thinking of Merle's cock from only a few hours before.

"Yes, I could use someone like you as a demo girl. You sure seem to play the part well," he continued, examining her expression through his Oliver glasses.

"I'm flattered," she smiled in response, glancing at Serge and thinking of the Jessica Systems tag. "I think Serge's expertise has really brought it out in me."

"Yes, I can see that. One might think you were almost as eager to get processed as this sow here was," he gestured to the slowly turning dark skinned sow, now covered in a sheen and dripping oil.

Kimberly touched his upper arm and too a half step backwards to laugh. "Do you think so?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. "- Did Serge tell you that he tagged me tonight? Is that where this is coming from?" she continued, glancing at Serge with an expression of mock upset before laughing again.

"No, he didn't. But that's very interesting. How does the tag feel?" Merle asked with a gesture to her waist.

"Umm...well...", she hesitated, glancing at you Serge for his reaction before smiling at him. "Well; I was a bit surprised at first, and I am still getting used to it, but I'm surprised at how quickly I am used to it;" she remarked almost in wonder to herself. "He got me a gold one; didn't you?" she looked over the Jessica systems proprietor.

"I did. Nothing but the best for a grade A demo sow," he nodded in acknowledgement.

"Yes, grade A for sure" Merle echoed.

Kimberly smiled and flushed pink. "Thank you gentlemen." She slipped her hand into the crook of Merle's arm. "That's very sweet of you to say," inside she was thrilled to her toes at the celebrity's opinion. "I guess you would know!"

"I certainly have some experience, but if you'd like sometime you can come down to the plant for an inspection just to make it, you know, official," Merle grinned, enjoying the attention himself.

Kimberly tipped her head back and laughed at his remark. Squeezing his arm she replied to him, "I just might have to with an offer like that!" She glanced at Serge for his approval for where this was going. Her heart leapt that she was flirting with the celebrity and wealthy businessman.

Kimberly's glance of question drew a smile from Serge as Merle looked her over some more.

"You know, if you want to volunteer I'd process you personally." Merle continued his off the off evaluation with an offer.

"I'm very flattered Merle," she smiled, melting inside. "But I think we have enough to eat right here;" she reasoned with a glance at the roasting sow and gesturing with her free hand.

"Yes, and I think it's about ready," Serge chimed in, as a chef appeared in a tall white hat holding a long fork. He stood next to the rotating meat and jabbed the utensil into the animal's side, a stream of clear liquid spurted forth, sizzling on the coals bellow.

"Did you bring a date tonight? Or are you with people from work?" she asked, deftly deflecting the offer, as she glancing around for a second as if to see. His interest left her shaking inside.

Merle laughed good naturedly at her question, "No I'm here stag tonight."

"Oh! Well then, can I be your date?" she smiled flirtaeously, with feigned innocence.

"Sure, but I've got to warn you that most of my relationships start and end with dinner," Merle chuckled, covering her hand with a pat of his own.

"I'll just have to take my chances," she returned the smile, leaning in slightly.

"Well then, shall I take you to the dinner table? I think there's an open seat next to mine," Merle asked. as Serge nodded to Kimberly approvingly.

"Thank you then," she nodded, allowing him to lead her away.

All around the patio, the guests made their way toward the long banquet table. The sun was now down completely and fashionable amber lanterns and miniature lights brightened the place considerably. A large wooden trencher in the centre of one of the refectory tables awaited the guest of honour.

Kimberly strolled beside Merle, her shortened hemline swished about her toned thighs. "We're so glad you could come tonight Merle," she chatted, making polite conversation.

"I am and you can take that to the bank," he remarked with some pride, reaching across his body to pat her hand for emphasis.

"That's wonderful;" she leaned in again with enthusiasm and pleasure. Her heart leapt for Serge at the announcement, with all his hard word finally coming to pay off.

As they arrived at the table, Merle courteously pulled out a chair and held it for her, beckoning her to sit.

"Thank you," she responded sitting down gracefully, lowering her eyes demurely.

Merle took a seat to her right while Serge took the seat to her left. One by one the other seats were quickly filled.

Kimberly shot Serge a look, her red painted lips parting to reveal a genuine smile of delight before crossing her legs in Merle's direction. She decided not to tug the hem of her dress down to keep him enticed.

Merle noticed her legs but before he could speak he was interrupted by Dale, the maitre'd addressing the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's main course, processed by our host's latest invention," he waved towards the door of the restaurant.

The crowd applauded, and Serge smiled, as the sow, golden brown and dripping succulently was wheeled out on a cart by tuxedo wearing Tyrone.

Kimberly applauded enthusiastically with the crowd smiling at Serge with pride and affection at his success. She smoothed his arm warmly, looking around at all the admirers of his work. As the applause died down and a chef appeared to cut the meat, Kimberly turned to Merle. "What will you be having Merle?" she folded her wrists in her lap, leaning forward to display her cleavage as she partially turned to ask him.

"Well I'm partial to breast meat, and from the looks of this one the machine has done a fine job in getting them ready," he replied, while looking at her cleavage

"I'm sure we can accommodate that request can't we Serge?" she asked glancing at him, then smiling back at Merle

The sow's body was lifted onto the table and placed on the cutting board. Manuel held the roast while Tyrone slipped out the long spit. The sows mouth and its fillet gaped open, emitting fragrant steam.

"Just how I like them," Merle murmured noted while looking at Kimberly.

"She does smell delicious doesn't she?" Kimberly asked rhetorically and nodded in agreement. She felt his eyes upon her, turning her insides to jelly.

"Yes, an she's only a grade b," Serge interjected as the chef seized a large cleaver, while with his other hand he held the back of the sow's head.

With one loud thump the chef brought the blade across the back of the carcasses' neck and popped the head off. Taking it, he placed it on a little spike on a base next to the carving board. The serene visage of the roasted sow Kimberly once knew looked back at the dinner guests.

"That's going to look real fine on my wall," Serge remarked regarding the trophy.

"I think so too!" Kimberly smiled at Serge's remark before turning to Merle, "I gave Serge a plaque to mount his first trophy," she explained.

"That's nice of you," Merle replied, before adding, "You know, I've got some of my favourites as well as some of my firsts on the wall in my den. You should come by to see them sometime."

"Oh wow! I'm flattered that you would even offer Merle! Are you sure?" she gushed, tilting her head.

"Absolutely! In fact, if you ever decide to have me process you I can guarantee you a permanent place of honour on my wall," he winked slyly.

"Wow!" she exclaimed with astonishment, bringing a hand to her neck at the offer. She looked over at Serge for confirmation, "Did you hear that Serge?" She smiled with surprise.

"I did and I'm not surprised. She sure would make a fine trophy for sure," he agreed with a nod at Merle.

"Yup. Some sows you don't want to forget," Merle nodded in kind.

"Well, gentlemen, I'm flattered, but since my number hasn't come up in the lottery yet; you'll just have to wait!" she administered both a very gentle and playful push. "But I would love to see your collection, I've seen Vincent, the owner of the restaurant's collection and I'm sure your

"But I would love to see your collection, I've seen Vincent, the owner of the restaurant's collection and I'm sure your would be the greatest in the country," she smiled to flatter him.

"Speaking of lotteries, you know there is a charity pig roast with lottery you might be interested in," Merle continued as the trio watched the waiter begin to carve the lovely steaming carcass.

"Oh?" Kimberly asked, sitting back to allow the men to see each other.

"Yeah, it's an industry affair. Each year a bunch of the companies put up sows, that is women who aren't converted yet, and have a day long party culminating in a drawing where we cull enough of the 'herd' to make for a great dinner to top it off."

"What charity is it Merle?" Kimberly asked with interest

"It's a different one each year. This year we are doing one for the foodbank. We each pay in the cost of a sow and that money goes to the charity."

"Oh that sounds like a good cause," Kimberly nodded.

"I know you guys are still a struggling company, so I'll sponsor a sow for Jessica Systems, assuming that you'll be the sow," Merle said, looking at Kimberly.

"Oh!" the blonde exclaimed, surprised at the proposal, quickly composing herself. "Well," she paused to consult with Serge. "What do you think?"

"Well it's your neck as it were. But I think it would be a good networking opportunity in the meatpacking community."

"That's true," she nodded in thought, before turning to Merle. "How many sows do you usually have?"

"At least two or three dozen. We clear out the section at the barn and the 'sows' spend the day on the waiting for the lottery. Then, around the late afternoon we pick one sow out of 12 for the dinner table. The rest get to come to dinner alive."

"I guess that isn't too bad," she thought aloud, bringing a hand to her chin in thought, "-And it would help Jessica Systems," she reasoned looking at Serge.

"No it's not, especially if you like the thrill of being a real sow. And who knows, you might be one all the way if your number comes up," Merle smiled at her.

"Well, tonight was fun and the odds aren't too bad," she hedged looking into Merle's eyes through his spectacles.

"You're a natural Kimberly. You seem to like the role almost as much as our dinner here," Merle gestured with his fork, "By the way, as my date you are getting half the fillet," Merle gestured, as a waiter carefully placed half the sow's fillet on her plate and then served the other half to Merle.

"Thank you!" Kimberly smiled at the sudden gift, she looked at the steaming morsel and then back at Merle. "I suppose I could help out with the charity auction," she shrugged.

The succulent morsel nestled on her plate was a piece of meat from the eager sow she once knew. She knew if her number came up it would be her fillet on the man's plate. The thought fascinated her.

Merle smiled at her in response, "Excellent."

Kimberly smiled and flushed with pleasure, before growing concerned, Is that enough to eat Merle?" she looked at the half serving of meat, even with broasted potatoes and steamed broccoli, she doubted it would enough.

"It's more of an appetizer," Merle responded before turning to the waiter. "How about some of that breast meat?"

"Right away sir," came the reply as he returned to the chef for more meat. The chef quickly sawed through one of the animal's prominent filled breasts, the nipples brown and hard. One was cut away and 2 slices were cut for Merle. The chef prepared the plate again with vegetables while Merle continued with his conversation.

Kimberly spread her napkin on her lap, smiling at Serge as she picked up her utensils, an idea springing to her mind. "-Of course Merle," she began, cutting into her meat. "Serge's machines will have to be used at the auction," she smiled at him matter of factly.

"Yes, that's an excellent idea," Serge added, struck by her marketing idea and going with it.

Merle nodded while munching on a piece of the fillet. Taking a sip of wine, an wiping his mouth with his napkin, before responding, "Yes, if you can have three machines ready on the day."

"Do you think you could?" Kimberly asked Serge, looking over at him.

"When is it?" she asked, looking back at Merle, taking a forkful of fillet, enjoying the delicacy.

"We run the event at end of September. It's our big seasonal event," Merle said, taking another drink.

"Sounds like fun, that's in 2 weeks and a bit - is that enough time Serge?" Kimberly asked, looking from one man to the other.

"Well, it's a bit of a stretch, but with an advance order of 12 machines from you I'll have the cash to get the production line started. Most of the components are available as stock systems," Serge continued the negotiation that Kimberly had started.

"12 huh?" Merle considered the number, rubbing his chin in thought. After a moment's thought, he responded.

"OK, done;" he nodded. "Kimberly here is donated on behalf of Jessica Systems, I give you an order for 12 machines and you have 3 of them ready for the event."

"Done." Serge pronounced in agreement.

"Kimberly?" Merle asked her for the final piece of the deal.

"Donated for the auction?" Kimberly asked, her eyes going wide. The deal was taking on a life of its own and at a pace that left her head spinning.

"That's right. We'll draw up the papers after dinner," Merle reasoned with a gesture.

Kimberly glanced at both men, seeing their expressions of expectation. "Okay," she smiled, giving in and nodding, lowering her eyes as her heart fluttered in her chest. "It's for a good cause."

"Great!" Merle smiled at the verbal closing of the deal.

"Well that was easy," Kimberly whispered to Serge with a smile and a sideways look.

"You helped make that easy," Serge replied with appreciation, receiving a gentle squeeze on his arm beneath the table in response.

"Well, I'm really hungry now," Merle said, eyeing the steaming breast meat being placed before him as his previously plate was cleared.

Kimberly giggled at his enthusiasm, "The chef did an incredible job;" she nodded at his enthusiasm, looking at his main course. "But Serge has his own marinade, he had it injected during the processing," she glanced at Serge.

Merle smiled as he cut the slices into bite sized pieces, "Sounds delicious."

Kimberly glanced at Serge hopefully, knowing her own breasts were filled with the same stuff and had been for going on 5 days.

"What ever you used it sure browned nicely even though this sow what sort of brown to begin with," Merle said, taking a piece on his fork as sniffed it. "Very nice" He popped it in his mouth. "Hey that is good. Maybe we can develop this into a brand."

"Well, it's Serge's secret recipe!" Kimberly shimmied her shoulders in excitement, glancing at Serge. She was unable to sit still, her own bustline jostling.

Merle's gaze fell upon her cleavage even as he chewed his piece of breast, enjoying his meal immensely.

Kimberly lowered her eyes, and picked up her fork to eat her own meal, not minding the attention. She smiled secretly to herself.

Piece by piece the once proud dark skinned sow was reduced to bone as her head impassively watched the happy diners. Serge suspected she would have approved of the satisfied grunts and smacking of lips all around.

"That was so good Serge," Kimberly smiled at him.

"Yes, it was," he replied, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

Kimberly's heart fluttered in anticipation and trepidation of the contract that they had spontaneously created. She felt as she had the first time she signed the contract with Vinny.

Merle pushed away his plate. "Well I'm stuffed. Tell you what, I have the forms we need to get you set up out in my car. I'm sure we can use Vincent's office to get them done."

Kimberly giggled softly, nervously, in memory of the office, "Sure," she nodded, looking at him. She fidgeted in her seat, feeling her tag rub, sending a jolt of remembrance through her from its presence and significance.

Merle looked around and caught the eye of a bespectacled girl, his personal assistant. With a gesture from him she rose from the end of the table and approached. He whispered in her ear and she scurried off. "Let's give Ashley a few minutes to get them in order and then we can put our John Hancock's on it."

Kimberly nodded silently, looking at Serge and swallowing, before turning to Merle, speaking to fill the lull in the conversation, "Thank you for coming tonight Merle."

Merle picked up a tooth pick and dug a little bit of the dark haired sow from between his smiling teeth. "The pleasure, and profit, is all mine I'm sure"

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," she smiled nervously crossing her legs again in his direction, the hem of my dress slipping up her stockinged thighs.

Merle looked at her legs and reflexively licked his lips, prompting Kimberly to nervously run a hand over her artificial tan reflexively.

"I'm sure you'll be pleased with Serge's invention, they will make your operation that much more efficient," she reasoned, trying to keep her hands still in her lap, before a thought struck her.

"Indeed it shall. Less botched live roasters and more of them. There's a big demand for that and we are all going to make some money."

"Would you like some dessert Merle?" Kimberly said, saying anything.

Merle smiled at her, knowing her feelings, and enjoying observing them. "Ah there's Ashley!" he said as his assistant approached to them. "Very efficient girl. Top notch assistant. Her number came up but I bought her out. She was part of a glut of A's that was being turned into parts. - Dessert, huh? what's good here?"

"What do you think Serge? Should we have it served with coffee or tea in Vinny's office?" she questioned.

"A good idea," Serge responded, watching Merle's curvy assistant approach them.

Their waiter came by and took their dessert order, along with the special serving instructions of the office locale.

"Yeah, poor Ashley was going to get redesignated for parts but her luck was to have a good head on her shoulders. Couldn't quite pop that off," he said looking up at his assistant as she stood by.

"I guess not!" Kimberly giggled. "Should we go Serge?" she asked, looking to him for direction.

"Yes, let's. Waiter bring us the drinks in the office," Serge directed, getting up and helping Kimberly out of your chair.

"Thank you," Kimberly smiling demurely, appreciating his efforts to be gallant.

Merle rose and slapped his stomach, leading the way into the restaurant's familiar back office.

As the little group entered Vinny's office. Ashley began to arrange the paperwork on the desk.

Kimberly stepped into the office, her butterflies intensifying among the leather high backed chairs, mahogany panelling and rows of trophies.

"Okay, this one is for you Kimberly," Merle said, placing the paperwork in front of her. "Now this one is different from the demo girl agreement you are used to,"

"Okay," she replied, taking a seat to begin reading the paperwork slowly.

"You'll be a full sow for 72 hours including a green tag meaning you can be processed at any time," Merle explained, pointing to the difference in the paperwork from what she had seen before.

Kimberly gasped then licked her lips, looking to Serge for verification. "72 hours? but isn't the auction just for the day?"

"Now there is a clause that if you survive the 72 hours you get a one year exemption from the meat lottery, in consideration of the charity nature of your temporary conversion," Merle explained further, pointing with a thick finger further down the page.

"Oh, well that's a nice corollary,"

"That's true," Merle responded to her sense of relief, before going on. "We'll take delivery on the day before and then there is the day of the auction. Really 48 hours but the standard minimum on this type of agreement is 3 days

"Oh, the day before? So a Friday?"

"That's right. Saturday is the auction and Sunday we might want to do some additional demos for investors, assuming you get past the lottery," Merle continued to explain.

"Well, I hope I do!" she smiled nervously, bringing a hand to her neck with astonishment.

"Well, the odds are pretty good. 1 in 12 or so," Merle reasoned.

"Would you need me to do some tests on the machines before you demonstrated Serge? - I mean like last evening?" she blushed and nibbled her lower lip.

"No, not before the charity event. Once we install them at Merle's we might need to do a dry run or two though," Serge replied, half paying attention, reading his own contract.

"Ok," Kimberly nodded and swallowed, before picking up the pen and looking to where she was to sign.

"Right there," Merle pointed helpfully.

Kimberly glanced up at him with a smile, knowing he wanted her to sign. "Okay," she nodded and smiled as she signed. Finishing, she pushed the contract back, licked her lips, and looked up at Merle again with a smile.

Meanwhile Serge signed his own contract for the machines at the other end of the desk.

"Well, the deal is sealed," Merle announced as he quickly signed both of the documents and drew forth cigars for himself and Serge.

The waiter arrived with their liqueurs and offered them each one for the toast that followed....