Kimberly rolled her shoulders to begin to return circulation into them, She blinked the sleep from her eyes and swallowed, her throat a little dry. Taking a moment to stand up, she noticed some hands were hauling buckets of sow gruel. They were pouring the gruel into the feeding troughs.

Kimberly licked her lips with hunger, waiting patiently for breakfast to be served.

"Get up! Get up and eat sows! This is all you get for now. Miss your breakfast and you go to auction hungry!" the hand scolded.

The barn came alive with dozens of naked sows, prime examples of their kind, getting up and stretching. Some were quick to get their faces in the trough, their shapely bottoms in the air.

Kimberly padded over to the troughs to kneel down and lap at the fruit and grain meal. She tasted the warm water it had been mixed with, her hips wiggling in the air with the others. Kimberly smacked her lips, feeling herself bumped from both sides as she ate.

As the naked animals fed at the trough, the handlers watched and prepared collars and leashes to gather the herd to be prepared for auction.

Kimberly routine licked her lips, eating as much as she could. She continued to eat until the trough's contents were drained to the bottom. She did not feel a bit uncomfortable about after already living a weekend like this at the restaurant.

"Alright you sows, that's all there is!" the hand barked as the lost drops of food were lapped from the bottom of the steel trough. "God these bitches were hungry!" the hand shook his head to the others - a remark that was met with laughter. The men gathered at the gate of the pen, each with collars and leashes.

Kimberly stood up, trying to get as much of the stuff from her lips as she could. She took her place in line, obediently waiting to make it to the gate.

The gate opened and one by one each sow was collared and hooked together, 6 sows to a train. Kimberly’s turn came, and before she knew it, the collar was fastened to her long creamy neck and the was leash snapped on. Kimberly heard the clasp click shut, the soft leather collar was not so unfamiliar. She waited patiently for the group to be moved out, looking at the back of the head of the girl ahead of her. A few short moments passed before she felt a tug on her leash and the train she was part of was lead out of the barn. She and her sister sows were towed into the long rays of the bright yellow dawn shining down between the buildings of the old pasture and the modern slaughter house across the way.

Kimberly kept pace, walking obediently, unsure of where there were going next. The crisp autumn morning, made her skin goose pimple and her nipples rise in response.

Her train crossed the green space to the slaughter house and were hurried down the long corridor. They passed a morning's shipment of headless sow carcasses hanging by their ankles. It leaves Kimberly with no doubt of where they were and what happened there.

Kimberly swallowed a lump of fear, still not used to the atmosphere of the abattoir yet. Her thoughts were drawn back to the previous day particularly the near completion of her processing.

The trains of sows were filed into a sow cleaning line, the first room being a sheering room. A row of vinyl covered chairs with surgical steel stirrups lined one wall of the room. One by one, sows were unhooked from their trains and pushed down into the next available chair. With their arms still bound behind them, their feet were placed into the stirrups. Velcro fastening restraints were drawn across each ankle, securing their legs open for inspection and sheering.

Kimberly blew at a strand of hair, trying to brush it from her eyes. The fastenings at the front and back of her collar prevented her from tossing her head, and the wrist restraints made a conventional brush out fof the question

When her time came, Kimberly sat down with a soft grunt, reflexively placing her feet in the stirrups, parting her thighs for examination. She waited a few moments for a worker to roll between her oustretched legs on a wheeled stool.

“Looks like this one saved us the trouble,” the inspector remarked, running his hand over her smooth sex, prying them open to ensure no stubble remained. He checked under her arms before declaring her ‘clean’ and releasing her from the chair to continue onward.

The blonde could smell singed hair and the soft billowing of propane torches as other mewing sows experienced their sheering by controlled flame.

Kimberly was lead through the exit door and into the enema room. Here rows of standing stocks, some with sows already held in position, were bent over, tubes running out of their upturned rears. She was lead to an open station and bent over into it, her head clamped into place and feet kicked apart to be shackled to floor manacles.

Listening to the groans and grunts of protest, she did not have to wait long before she felt a pair of large gruff hands opening her and inserting against her protests something long and slender inside. She was quickly filled and washed out, leaving her stomach feeling distended before being rudely removed from the stocks and placed back in line to carry on to shower in hot soapy water and a luke warm rinse down that left her skin goose pimpled and shining in the overhead fluorescent lights.

As Kimbery emerged into the bright light of the next room, she felt a firm hand grasp her upper arm. "Another sow for the auction," the attendant whom had seized her declared.

Before here was a grading room, some sows were bent over in stocks while they were checked by meat inspectors. As a sow for the auction, processing floor were not for her. A leash was clipped to her collar and she was jerked aside, taken out into the main hallway past a group of grade B sows waiting their turns.

A short walk found her at another door marked "Special Inspections 4." Inside, there were three chairs similar to those of the shearing rooms, 2 were occupied. The pair of sows had their legs strapped in, splayed wide. However, instead of being shorn, these sows are being tended to by cosmeticians. "Right, put this one in the empty chair, we're running late already," the worker directed, handing the leash off before disappearing out the door.

Kimberly hurried to the chair, to avoid being dragged towards it. She took her seat, remembering why she was doing this and the what the exemption meant compared to the line of B-grade sows in the outside corridor awaiting processing into parts.

The soon to be auctioned sow, tried to relax as her hair was blown dry and fixed and make-up applied much as it had at the Squeal of the Pig when she was on display. The application was relatively gentle compared to the standard fare that she had received so far that morning. She resisted the urge to sneeze as her toes and fingers were polished, her temporary release from her wrist bonds bringing tingles to her shoulders before her wrists were rebound behind her back and she was taken back to the outside corridor and hooked to a train of sows awaiting auction. As the group watched a still blinking sow was conveyed overhead on a spit, short chains attached to either end of the polished shaft, headed for a delivery van or perhaps the take out service to be roasted for a lunch. The sight of her jogged Kimberly’s memory of the brown-skinned sow roasted for their dinner at Squeal of the Pig.

Moments passed as more sows were added to the tail of the train and others were removed from its head, each new lead taking a few steps forward inciting a shift in the gathering group. In time it was Kimberly’s turn as an attendant came to her, unhooked her from the group and leashed her to be lead away.

Kimberly licked her lips as they passed workers in white overalls, some blood stained and groups of sows being herded here and there. Her handler finally lead her to a large loading bay at the back of the abattoir. She was quickly outside again near the old farm yard in the bright mid- morning sun

An uncontrollable shiver sent a quiver through her body as she skin was caressed by the cool autumn breeze. She murmured softly in the feeling her skin goose pimple. The worker seemed not to notice as he lead the sow towards their destination.

Kimberly was lead across the dusty yard between barn and the factory to what appeare to be be an old pen enclosed by a post and board fence. The handler unlatched the gate and pulled it open.

Kimberly peering across the scene as the gate is opened, glancing at her handler with curiousity.

The corral contained dozens of wooden stocks, T-shaped with a dozen already occupied by the auction sows. Bent over at the waist, their heads captured in lunettes, the sows’ breasts hung low beneath them. Their legs were shackled wide apart displaying their fillets to all who might care to look.

Kimberly gasped, her heart fluttering with realization. She nibbled her lower lip nervously, feeling a delicious thrill of anticipation tickling her. She recognized the sows as some from the auction pen.

The blonde had little time to digest her situation as she was lead to an empty station. Quickly the attendant bent her over and locked her head in lunette. He did not bother with her hands leaving them tied behind her back as he kicked her legs apart until he could fasten her ankles to the eye hooks embedded in the dusty ground.

Kimberly took a shuttering breath, her shapely legs quivering and shifting as much as her bonds would allow in an attempt to get comfortable. She felt herself displayed again as the stocks forced to look straight ahead. Taking a deep breath she began to settle in.

Now in position and displayed like the sow that she now was, no part of her body was hidden. All of her was within reach of anyone who cared to look it over. She watched as she stood bent at her waist as more and more of the stocks began to be filled. Releasing a deep, resigned sigh she wondered if all the stocks would be filled and how many would be attending the auction.

Moments passed before she heard someone over a public address system announce in a booming voice, "Ladies and gentlemen the pre auction inspection is about to begin."

Kimberly a: *butterflies in my stomach, hoping that I put a good show on for you and that your machine is a hit, remembering our little interlude from the previous day, wondering what that means once I get my clothes back*

Kimberly’s eyes darted about, listening for the sounds of any auction goers.

"Please make your way to the inspection yard where you can look over this year's stock. Please make a note of any sows you like by taking down their ear tag number. Remember the auction starts promptly after lunch at 2 pm,” the host of the event remarked within Kimberly’s earshot but remained out of sight to her.

Kimberly heard the gate creak open behind her and then the soft buzz of conversation as the crowd streamed in. She felt her skin goose pimple for another reason, the sudden audience. Her body tensed, her taut bottom high and open for inspection, and the tag dangling from the purse of her exposed fillet inspired it.

It was not long before the bidders began to filter in and around Kimberly’s area. She felt their hands glide over her as they passed. Some stopped and feel her heavy breasts like the fruit in the supermarket the resembled. Others pulled her bottom open and stretched her fillet wide. She was being inspected over and over like a common sow.

Kimberly blinked whenever a new set of hands touched her, feeling their textures and hearing their remarks. She was surprised she picked up so many different scents, from spicy colognes to flowery perfumes to cigarette smoke, and even the scent of alcohol. Occasionally her mouth gaped open with surprise when an inspection was particularly keen. She stifled her protests, keeping quiet, knowing that it wasn't personal all the others are getting the same experience.

She heard them talk about the quality of her meat, and what cuts they'd like if given the chance. Secretly the blonde was pleased she had worked so hard at the gym over the past 2 weeks. Occasionally she rocked up on the balls of her feet, elongating her calves and relieving some of the cramps that began from standing in the same place for so long.

Some marked her number down on their auction listings, a pasty faced older Englishman, a younger rocker couple, a rotund businessman. Each left Kimberly wondering about each of them, as her tag hung glimmering in the golden light of the morning sun.

A pair of African men came into her view, a tall young man and an older gentleman in traditional Nigerian robes. The young man motions at Kimberly, "This is one of the ones I thought you'd be interested in father.”

Kimberly ears perking up, wondering what in particular has drawn his attention. She looked up as much as the stocks would allow, her eyes rising, looking through the golden curls and strands of her highlighted hair.

The older man reached out and takes some of her blond hair in his large paw-like hand. "Yes, you have a good eye son." He remarked letting go of her hair, pressing his thumb and pulling up Kimberly’s lip exposing her upper teeth as he regarded her. Her red painted lips and fair skin contrasted markedly with his black skin.

Kimberly opened her mouth to let her clean white teeth be seen. She was flattered by the compliment and attention.

"That's good," the bidder nodded, letting go of her face and tracing hand beneath her searching for her breasts. He took her nipples between his fingers and tugged on her teats.

Kimberly pressed her lips together, feeling her full breasts tested. She felt them pendulum and bounce in response to his tugging. His large hands weighed her breasts for a moment before his open palm glided down to her flat satiny tummy, compelling a soft inhalation of pleasure from the sow.

The potential bidder slid his hands around to the blonde sow’s sides before commenting, "Good tone on this meat. Quality stock as you have indicated."

Kimberly felt his hand on her waist and resisted the urge to smile with pride.

His hands moved along her flesh, the fingertips pushing in every so often to test it.

"I must ask Mr. Merle if he has any more like this for export. It's a pity this one is only for the charity auction," he remarked with a tone of disappointment.

Kimberly kept a gasp from rising to her lips, but swallowed nervously. She felt his hands rest on her buttocks as he pondered his business.

Kimberly eyes slid half closed, growing aroused by the attention, feeling the heat in his hands on her bottom. She found his thick accent and deep voice very sexy. She struggled to remain still as she felt the big paws on each of her rounded cheeks pry her open.

"My, my, this would fetch such a fine profit in my Lagos market," commented with a nod at the sight of her.

Kimberly felt him slide his thumb up and down her fillet as he held her open. She took a deeper, nervous breath, quivering slightly as her eyes slid shut.

"I could see this one as the centerpiece of a rich Bantu wedding banquet," he declared, eliciting a grimace from Kimberly that was a mixture of arousal and fear.

"Yes, father, prepared in the traditional style, it would be an honour to serve such exotic meat to one's guests."

"No doubt, no doubt,” he nodded in agreement with his son. As he stroked her open fillet with greater speed as he thought about it, watching as his actions brought a flush and wetness to the sow.

Kimberly nibbled her lower lip, taking soft panting breaths through her nose, her chest rising a little more as she quivered and panted in place.

"384, 384. Yes, I think we'll keep this one in mind" he said as he released Kimberly, allowing it to return to its normal shape, flushed red in the shape of the man's hands where he had held on to her flesh.

Kimberly, still feeling the heat of his hands, her body flushed pink, felt his hand return to her face lifting her chin. She could smell herself on this finger tips. “And this would make a fine trophy for the honoured guest to take home."

Kimberly took several rapid breaths, her green eyes meeting his dark brown ones.

"Well perhaps father, if you pick this one and it is drawn in the lottery, this trophy could be yours," the son offered his father.

A large grin spread across the man's face. Kimberly could see more than one gold tooth peek out from behind his large lips. "Yes, you are right. Something to look forward to," he nodded a hearty laugh bursting forth from him as the pair walked away to look at other sows up for auction.

Kimberly let out a sigh of relief, her heart still racing. The bidders’ words continued to echo in her ears and she still imagined his hands upon her body. She was happy that the weekend was a short term stint as a sow.

Kimberly was looked at by another half a dozen auction goers before the crowd begins to thin out and the din of conversation subsides. Soon white coated handlers made their way amongst the bent over sows and begin to release them and take them away. Kimberly wondered who would be the top sale, having seen so many gorgeous sows in the pen the night before

Kimberly groaned softly as she was finally released and allowed to stand up straight. She arched her back and flexed her legs to get them moving again. She was lead back to the pen that she had spent the night.

Kimberly joined the rest, hearing the anxious conversations going on around her, remembering each of my examiners and hearing many similar stories being told. Dozens of the finest sows a bidder could hope for crowded back into the pen to wait while the auction goers had their lunch while all that is available to the sows was water.

Kimberly took her turn at a drink at the watering station, glad for the cool water to wet her mouth and throat after a morning in the sun. The inside of the barn with its blocking of the autumn breezes and warmth of other sows was relatively comforting.

Kimberly heard some sows express their opinions about their potential buyers. Some were revolted, some were intrigued, some resigned. In the end, none had a choice.

Kimberly wondered how it will all happen and where Serge was at the moment. She hoped his machines were ready to go and wondered how many guests would have to be fed from the lottery.