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Part 2
“[TUES, 7/5] Sweetgrass gave birth to her fourth daughter last night, right in the middle of the fireworks display. Sage, who is herself about two weeks from dropping her third, helped deliver it. They named the calf Sparkler, inspired I guess by the pyrotechnics going on outside their window.
“This morning I took my monthly invoice of the household. I have 223 wives at the moment and 1,243 calves of whom 137 are of marketable age. 43 are Bride quality and I should be able to unload them within the next six months at a nice profit. They range in value from $35,000 for Sky who's 17, slim, has a lovely face and is really cute but has practically no boobs, to $100,000 for Dance, a stunning 16 year old blonde with a perfect figure, brilliant eyes and firm C-cup tits. The others should bring in decent bids at auction from the meat packers (in spite of the current downward fluctuation in prices), and I think a dozen or so may be snapped up as bargain brides by the blue collar guys, or as whole roasters by the caterers.
“What really pisses me off these days is the attitude of the meat packers. A year ago a 5' 8" 145 lb girl would easily bring in $6 to $8 K. Now the average bid is about $5 K unless they have big boobs. Meat packers generally figure a good size pair (size D and up) are worth about $1500, which helps when culling the pride of wives who have suckled nine or ten calves, as long as they're still in their twenties and firm. For girls sold as whole roasters, firm size C tits (or better) can be worth an extra $2 large because those buyers are looking to provide sex as well as meat for their guests and will pay more for well-endowed girls.
“I'm very careful about whom I sell my calves to as whole roasters. I remember being appalled at the horrendous cruelty perpetrated on helpless calves at some of the roasts I attended as a young man. One poor girl had her nipples and labia crushed with pliers. Another was tethered to a post by a thick ring through her tongue and chased around it with cattle prods until she fell and tore her tongue out. At a roast held at a fancy mansion in the Hamptons the guests had a dart throwing contest where they strung up the calf by her wrists and the contestants got points for hitting various body parts and extra points for a nipple, an eye, her navel or her cunt. I'm proud to say my Daddy used his influence on the President's Advisory Council to pass tough laws against cruelty to females for purposes of entertainment. Pain as punishment for misbehavior is one thing, but gratuitous cruelty for amusement is unacceptable. For example, if a girl purchased for whole roasting objects to being used for sex by the host and his guests, she should be punished in whatever way her owner sees fit. But if she's cooperative and deferential right up to her slaughter, there's no call for harsh treatment. Unfortunately, no matter how many laws we pass, there will always be unscrupulous men who will abuse their females in terrible ways.
“At any rate, we need regulations to deal with the giant breeding farms. They're driving down the price of meat calves by offering bulk deals to the meat packers that the ordinary householder like myself can't match. That's a recipe for economic disaster.
On top of that, most people have no idea what goes on at those huge commercial farms. To begin with, there are no “prides” as in private households. Females are simply considered livestock and treated as such. The breeding mothers and youngest calves are kept in crowded barn-like dorms. The inventory managers select future breeders from among the six-year-old s and they get to stay in the dorms with the mothers. The rest of the calves are put into “growth pens” where they're fed and exercised by automated equipment to assure “optimum meat quality” (meaning maximum meat per calf) until they're slaughtered on their sixteenth birthday. It's not what I'd call humane treatment. I mean, it's all well and good to treat females as livestock, but they are human, after all, and nearly as sentient as men. If I ever get on the President's Council, I'll lobby for a bill to restrict the breeding farms to no more than five-thousand head and insist on free-range living conditions.
“I've got to hand it to the President, though, for lowering the legal harvesting age to fifteen as of next year. That one year makes a big difference to the bottom line, especially for us family producers. A girl can eat up a lot of food (and profit) in a year. The sixteen year olds are harder to control, too. Besides, there's no need to wait that long. Fifteen-year-old tits may not be fully developed yet, but all the other cuts are well filled out and marvelously tasty. There's talk now of lowering the harvesting age to fourteen, but I think that's going too far. Brandon D. wants to lower it even more — to twelve or thirteen — but that's much too young. The meat may be sweeter and more tender, but many pubescent girls don't have enough of it, or it's useless fat. Furthermore, whatever minimum age is set, you can be sure the giant farms will harvest their entire stock at that age, forcing us all to do the same. They can make up for less meat per girl with sheer volume, but families can't, and many householders depend on the income from meat sales to survive. As far as I'm concerned, fifteen is as low as it should go.
“Of course, I can't fault the big corporations too much for trying to corner the market. Greed is what makes the world go round. What really fries my ass is the troublemaking of those liberal pussies on the Council (Marcus Z. being the worst) who constantly blather about how it's not right to treat all females as property, how some should be granted free citizen status, blah blah blah. Next thing you know he'll be demanding these “free” females be allowed to vote! The man's impossible. He can't stop romanticizing about the ancient past. He's got his head in his great grandfather's century and can't seem to come to terms with the realities of the present.
“Imagine the nightmare we'd be in if females grew up thinking they might be spared their turn on the slaughtering deck. There would be no end of domestic bickering and whining and squabbling over who gets to live and who gets to be meat. Before you know it, women would be taking their husbands to court over which daughters should be “free” and which kept as property. And I can testify from personal experience that most mothers don't have anything like an objective view on the subject. I just had a huge scene yesterday with Ermine, trying to make her understand that her firstborn girl, Wind, would bring in more on the auction block for meat than I could possibly get selling her privately as a bride. The girl is homely as a fence post. They get all emotional, these females, and just don't get the big picture. Imagine turning them loose on the legal system! It wouldn't surprise me that Marcus's lawyer pals are behind the “free female” nonsense.
“I'm also not in favor of giving a Head of Household the legal power to designate one of his pride exempt from automatic harvesting at fifty. Imagine the spectacle of a bunch of old hags in their fifties (and older!) running around the streets. God in heaven! Think of the adverse aesthetic effect that would have on our public recreational areas. It's bad enough that men who can't keep their household in decent physical shape are allowed to let their pudgy females run around naked on our beaches, but the idea of cluttering up the landscape with dried up old women is doubly repulsive.
“In fact, I'm definitely behind President Locklear's bill that will make it illegal for unsightly females to be naked in public. It's about time! Naturally Marcus Z. and his pussy buddies have the bill hung up at the moment, squabbling about the expense of policing it, and who would decide who's unsightly and who's not, etc, etc. But that's all just part of his ongoing effort to weaken male domination over females. The fines imposed on owners for letting their overweight women display their flab in public would certainly pay for review boards to screen arrested females and make the necessary determinations. He also argues, “What if an unsightly female takes off her clothes in public without her owner's permission? Why should he be exposed to an undeserved fine?” I say, why shouldn't he? Any owner of a fat, ugly female deserves a fine just for letting her get that way in the first place. Marcus even worries that a pregnant female who's big with child might get arrested. About that I have two things to say. First: an attractive, properly conditioned female who's pregnant, even in her ninth month, is a beautiful sight. Review boards can certainly distinguish between pregnant and fat. Second: pregnant or not, if she's ugly he should make her stay home or demand she drape herself. That's his responsibility as a property owner. Females are required by law to obey their owners. If a man can't discipline and control his females, he should sell or harvest them. Or pay the fine without whining when they misbehave in public.
“Uh oh. Sweetgrass has sent Shamrock to beg me come see her latest contribution to the household. I'd better go make appreciative noises. Sweetgrass will be ready for breeding again in a month and I want her in a good mood for it. I hate a grumpy lay.”
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