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It’s a living

My name is Richard Miller and I’m a graduate of the UCLA film school. I work as video camera operator for TTC, or The Torture Channel. This is not where I saw myself working after graduation, but, as I found out, becoming the next breakout indie film maker is harder than it looks. In the meanwhile, paying bills and generally getting by is important. At least I don’t have to worry about being converted if I miss a student loan payment, like some of my classmates do.

Missed a student loan payment

Missed a student loan payment

Speaking of which, in a bit of deliberate irony, TTC makes a habit of buying up girls from film schools that fall behind on their loan payments. Once bought, they are given a series of test, and spend some time working with production crews. Those that score well on their test and seem to work well are made asset slaves and get to work behind the camera. Those that don’t do well in these tests, well they work in front of the camera.

So, any way, this morning I’m filming yet another torture scene. After a while they sort of all blur together. I recognize a voice. Vonnie Degrave, one of the people I did my final class project with. Vonnie was a bit flaky then, I can’t imagine that TTC would hire her.

Ah. They didn’t. Looks like she never got over that habit of not keeping current on bills. You would think that after 14 years of female slavery, and at least 8 years of conversion as the normal result of missing debt payments women would learn. Seems, at least in Vonnie’s case, she didn’t. Sucks to be her.

So, they put her in a spider gag. That’s a ring gag with 4 or 6 curving spikes on the outside of it. Very popular in some circles. Then they start to cover her body in clamps, putting them quite deep into her flesh. After they are all put on, a line is tied to each one, making what is called a zipper. How this works is that after the clamps have been on long enough for the victim to get, if not used to them, a little numb, they are all pulled off in one fast motion. Most girls I’ve seen this done to seem to think the pulling off hurts more that them just being on them. Don’t know never had it done to me, and if I have any thing to say about it, will never know. I do know that doing zippers is currently real high on the popularity charts, so I’ve filmed at least a dozen in the last year.

So, the “director” of this little vignette looks over the papers. “Hey, it says here she went to your school, know her Rich?”

“Yeah, in fact she was on of my project team mates. A bit of a flake.”

“Well, it time you got some ‘director’ experience then. I’ll run the camera, you pull the zipper off of her. I’ll give you director’s credit for this one.”

That’s actually a big deal. TTC is all about your credits. Makes a difference come promotion time and what shows you work on. This would be my first non cameraman credits. Granted a 2 minute torture scene wouldn’t make my career, but having it wouldn’t hurt. At least not here.

Vonnie looks up at me, and is trying to say something to me, but can’t because of the spider gag. She sort of makes a sound that you might call mewing.

I look down on her, grab the cord and yank as fucking hard as I can.

She screams, really freaking loud.

“That’s for making us get an 80% in the final project, bitch.”

Girls Football, no I mean soccer

Tesla's girls soccer team

Tesla’s girls soccer team

Josh! I have heard that you have turned into quite the sports fan!

I hate Johnson, the school dean.

No, actually I still hate sports.

Well, that’s to bad. Collect up you team of killers and head over to Tesla. I’ve got a bet with the head of their girl’s athletic department, about their girl’s soccer team.

Fuck. Soccer is, in my arrogant opinion, the most boring sport in the world to watch at the amateur level. At least it’s girl’s soccer, not boy’s.

Let me guess, our team vs theirs

Nope! Their team vs taking her out on a date.

Wait. She is betting her whole soccer team, and if she wins, instead of getting our team, you have to take her on a date? What the actual fuck? Care to revise and extend your remarks?

Oh, it’s easy. She’s the ugliest woman I’ve ever seen. After we took their cheerleaders, she called me up and asked me out on a dinner date. I made a joke about only on a bet. She made the counter offer of her soccer team vs a date. I took her up on it.

You know, in the minds of most of the people of Eastlake, schools like Dutch Hall are looked at with some suspicion, due to our open slaving policy. The public might want to have a look see at the Eastlake Public Schools as well. Or maybe it’s a case of willful blindness. Not my problem, other that, in this case I “get” to watch a bunch of trim, athletic teenage girls run up and down a field for some period of time. Meh, could be worse.

Random Slave

Random Slave

I walk into the Advance Torture class, where I should have been, not in the faculty lounge, and find about half the class standing around a slave who is tied to a chair, ball gagged. Odd, she wasn’t there when I left to get some tea.

Ah, girls? Where did she come from?

Linda, my star pupil (and the pupil most likely to be freed before the end of the year, but don’t tell her that) pipes up from her desk.

Oh, she’s from Master Johnson’s office. Was sent down here to get you for something. I told her that you weren’t here, and that if she waited for you school policy was that she be restrained. The ball gag was Jan’s idea.

That isn’t school policy.

School policy?

Well, class policy, if you want to be nit-picky about it. I added it to the policy list last week

Ok then. I should read over your class policy document some time I suspect…

Yeah. Good thing for her shes not from a teacher, then she would have to be nude and in strict bondage while she waited.

Yep, I’ve got to read that book. Untie her and send her on her way. Dean Johnson found me in the lounge. Linda, Jan and, let see, Felicia. If you have plans for this afternoon, cancel them and meet me here, in full hunter’s gear after school. We are going to watch a soccer game, and, with any luck, collect the Tesla High girl’s soccer team.

So, me and my team get to the Tesla High School’s minor sports field and spend about 2 hours talking about class, which student they want to torture or snuff next and, in theory, watching this game.

Dutch Hall wins, 2 to 1. Yeah Team!

Well, it sucks to be a Tesla soccer player today.

We walk over to their bench.

OK, girls, I have a warrant for your conversion to person of limited rights status due to your obvious lack of “School Spirit”, a convertible offense in the Eastlake school district. I am allowed to use what ever level of force I want to take you for conversion. And I’ve got 3 hunters with bean bag rounds that love to shoot slave candidates that resist. Go on. Make Our Day

A young woman, the coach for soccer, I assume, asked to see the warrant. I hand it over.

This can’t be right… Oh, I see. That Bitch. Well, I’m not letting my girls go off to be slaves at Dutch Hall with out someone to look after them.

I don’t think you understand, you don’t have a choice…

I do. I volunteer to be a slave with them. At least for a while I can watch over them. You can’t sell them off for at least 18 months if that document is right

Well, that would not apply to you in any case because you aren’t listed in that warrant. Plus school slaves can, and often are, be taken by administration for their personal use. Not to mention there is nothing to stop us from torturing or worse school slaves. Are you sure you want to do this?

Linda speaks up

Master Stone, that might not be a bad idea. A dorm mother for Tesla girls might help with some of the issues we might have. We really need one after “Master” Simmons made off with the cheerleader coach.

Simmons is the vice principle. A toad among men.

Be careful there Linda, I heard the quote marks, but yeah, that sounds like an idea. Jan, commit these girls conversion then you and Felicia take them to the transport. Linda, do the paperwork and wiz quiz for our new dorm mother here. Hmm. I have two open slave slots right now. Register her as mine, not the schools, that way Simmons or Johnson can’t grab her. Oh yeah, transfer yourself to me as well. I don’t want to lose you to dumb shit.

This is more like it.

Well, business has picked up a little bit. Had a couple of wives sold to me, and a half dozen daughters or step daughters sold to me. I’ve resold most of my stock, so I’ve got a positive cash flow. Still haven’t had any one want to do a slave meat conversion, but from what I have read, that’s not real popular right now. What bothers me is that after the my first walk in. I haven’t had a volunteer. This makes me sad.

Slave in the raw

Slave in the raw

ding
I look up. A skinny redhead wearing a sleeveless shirt that says “Mouth, Vagina, Asshole. I’m not just a pretty face” and a pair of blue panties is walking in. As far as I can tell that is all she is wearing.

Just as an aside, she, in fact, does have a pretty face.

She walks up to the “stand here” spot on the floor and loudly says “My name is Kimberly Wilson, I am a free woman and I want to be made into a sex slave”.

I type her information in. She can convert her self. I give her the preg-n-drug test cup. She very carefully fills it right there in front of me. After she hands it back to me she pulls off her panties, leaving the shirt on, and drops to her knees. I run the test and she’s clean. I go to the state database and register her conversions. After doing this, I walk around in front of the counter, pull out my cock and ram it into her open mouth.
Kimberly Wilson, at this time, ah, you have been converted, ohhh, to a person of limited rights. Ohh. You can be used sexually in any manner you owner wants.

I pull out of her mouth, yank her up and bend her over the counter and push into her cunt. She hot, wet and tight. She pushes back at me.
I, ohh, Kimberly Wilson, understand that I am nothing but a set of holes for my master, and that.. Ahhh.. I can be used any way he sees fit…. Ohhhh

This why I got into this business!

A simple sweet slut wedding.

A slut on her wedding day

A slut on her wedding day

A couple comes into the shop. This is different, normally all I get is the groom.

Hello, how may I help you?

She takes the lead, and starts talking about what she wants in of a cake, the type of decorations, music, the standard sort of wedding stuff. I can do this, but it’s not what I normally start with.

Ah, you do know that “Her Special Day” is a slave wedding service, right?

Yes, of course, I’m going to be enslaved right before the reception so I can legally give head to as many guys that want a bride blow job as possible. You would not believe what the other wedding services said about when I got to that in the plans. I can’t believe that it’s still illegal to suck cock in public. So, about the cake…

Cheerleaders

Josh, I need you to go to the Dutch Hall vs Tesla High School football game tonight.

Fuck. I hate football. I really hate high school football

Why the fuck do I need to do that?

Because the Eastlake school board has added ‘lack of school spirit’ to their offenses with a fine over $50.00.

Ah. That is the magic number for making it possible to convert a free woman by a court. And the Eastlake ‘School Court’ is recognized as a court that can do judicial conversions.

And the principle of Tesla and I have a bet about the game. The losing school gives up their cheerleading squad as slaves to the winning school. They are claiming that if the team loses it’s because the cheerleaders didn’t have enough school spirit. We also included the cheerleader couch in the bet.

So the girls are going to transfer here?

No, we get them a slaves, not student-slaves. The student slaves rules will not apply to them. Have fun. Don’t forget to cheer on our team. Wouldn’t want to see our cheerleaders hung from the goal posts.

Tesla High cheerleader squad.

Tesla High Cheerleader squad

So, I find my self at freaking high school football game, where I actually care who wins. Haven’t done that, well, ever. Been to games, didn’t care who won. Last time, the losing team’s cheerleaders were going to be taken by Hill’s Fine Meats, but it was either team, so I didn’t care. All I had to do was do a meat rating of the losers. Not the case this time. 3 of the cheerleaders on our squad are in my advanced torture class and I would just as soon not lose them. Plus getting more slaves free and clear is always good.

Well, the Dutch Hall Warriors won, by a score of 21 to 7. Sucks to be a Tesla cheerleader. I grab my students to help with controlling the girls we were bout to convert and head over to the home team’s locker room. We are armed with 12 gage shotguns with bean bag rounds, plus I have a taser.

I come in to the cheerleader’s room and find them all topless and blowing kisses at us. Odd.

OK, we are here to take your conversions, as you have been found guilty of not having enough school spirit and sentenced to conversions. We are allowed to use what ever level of force need it make this conversion.

The blowing off kisses stopped.

But… It’s not home coming. I thought that only applied to home coming. We won home coming and snuffed half of Central’s cheerleader on the field… This came from the lady I assumed was the cheerleader couch.

Don’t know about that, all I know is that there was a bet between the principles of our two schools. You lost. Don’t make use use bean bag rounds on you.

One of the Tesla girls stands up and yells, “There is only four of them…

BOOM

Linda, my best student, fires her 12 gage right into the belly of the attempted revolt leader, who needless to say drops to the ground.

Nice shot Miss Scott. You get 2 merits. As I recall that puts you only 3 from manumission, Linda. She nods and looks pleased.

Turning back to the Tesla girls

I assume the we aren’t going to need to shotgun the rest of you…

No, we will go… that was the coach, obviously having her spirit broken.

Linda, put that attempted escapee in bondage, the rest of you lead these slaves to the transport and secure them.

Attempted Escapee

Attempted Escapee

I decide to put the ring leader in her place.

OK slave, let me explain what is about to happen. Linda is going to pull you up into the position known as Strappado. This was made famous by the Spanish inquisition. If used too long it will dislocate both arms. While you in this position, you are going to suck my cock. If I find that you a a useless cocksucker I’m going to snuff you. If you are only moderately skillful, I’m going to have Linda yank your arms out of socket and leave them dislocated over night, so it would be in you best interest to do as good a job sucking my cock as possible.

Well I’ll give her this, despite having been bean bagged and being in one of the more painful bondage positions she gives good head. After a few minutes of her licking the head of my cock and taking it as deep into her mouth as was possible in her condition I decide to fuck her throat, so I grab her had and start skull fucking her. She adjusts to this change and makes her throat muscles swallow when I am at my deepest. She very good at this.

Linda, she’s almost as good at this as you. I guess the stereotype about cheerleaders being good cocksuckers has some basis in fact.

Linda snorts. Well, you did threaten to snuff her ass if she wasn’t any good. I’m sure she is doing as best as she can right now

Yeah. Set up a skill test for these girls some time next week

This is great, got a dozen teens slaves and an adult slave that the normal rules don’t apply to. They are fair game for what ever I feel like doing with them. Life is good.

Opps

You know when I decided to snuff the whole of the intro to torture class because they were all failing?

Well, I did it. Killed off the lowest 4 just to attract their attention, then gave a pop quiz on methods of torture thought to used by the late Roman Empire. They all eight failed. Had the advanced torture class snuff them as a class project. All of this was live streamed, and as per normal, edited and released as a downloadable show with in 48 hours, courtesy of our film studies classes.

The live stream had way higher than normal hits, and the download is currently our number one seller. All in all seemed like a win-win situation to me.

Dutch Hall administration, on the other had seemed a little upset. Like yelling in faculty meeting level upset. Talking about dropping my contract level upset.

Why? With me snuffing those 12, plus the other 3 that had been snuffed this month, we hit our deliberate snuff limit of 15 per month. When we hit our limit that triggers an audit of the school’s slave program by the state. Administration doesn’t like it when we get audited, even if it’s just a top level audit.

TL;DR, I’ve had my at will snuffing privileges pulled for 45 days. I will still act as the school executioner, of course, and “some leeway will be allowed if a slave dies while under going elective torture”.

Oh. I see what they did there. Officially I had to be censured for triggering an audit. Unofficially I was being rewarded for increasing sales of snuff videos, in that I’ve been told that I’m supposed to stop with the more or less painless snuffs and only do what I really like, torture snuffs.

It’s going to suck to be a slave that I take an interest in for the next 45 days or so.

Your basic pick up.

Conversion in leu of.So, like most mornings I have a mild to severe headache. It really sucks, I get hang over like symptoms, with out the being drunk the night before. I’ve tried getting drunk, thinking that if I’m going to be hung over, I might as well have the fun as well. Bad Idea.

Any rate I’m waiting on my meds to kick in when two guys come in, laughing.

Can I help you?

Yeah, like I owe Ralph here, like $600 and there is no way I can make that. I’ve heard that you do girlfriend collections, so any way I can get some of that action? It would be a solid if you can hook us up here

Oh, freaking great. Not a normal collection. Well, pays the bills.

Ok, I’m going to assume that you don’t have a contact. That’s OK, I’ve got some boilerplate that we can use here. But my fee is 25% of the debt, so Ralph, you are going to need to pay up $150 for me to take action. Is that OK with y’all?

They both indicate that this is in fact, more than OK. Ralph seems happy that he get “that hot slut” for only $150 and Richard seems happy to be getting rid of “that skinny whore” and getting out of the debt. While I don’t know for a fact that this is the case, I strongly suspect that I am acting as the middle man in a drug sale. Not My Problem.

I punch in all the variables into my make-a-slave-contract application, including the names of the parties involved, the name of the free female used as collateral (Jessica Myers) and the total amount of the debt. A few key strokes later and a contract comes out of the laser in triplicate, ready for signing.

Ah, OK, I need three things now. First, of course is my fee and some signatures. Second is proof that you, Richard, have the right to convert Jessica. I suspect that what you will need to show me is some sort of proof that you have had consensual sex with her 3 times in the last 30 days. That or proof of being married or in a common law marriage. Last thing is where I can find Ms. Myers.

Richard laughs. Yeah I thought some thing like was coming up. I’ve been taking selfies of us fucking for the last month. Here, they are on my phone. As to where she is, well, I’ve got her tied to the bed. She is expecting something kinky this morning…

Eastlake Prime – My First Volunteer

After the nightmare that starting up a slaver company I was already to have the hot chicks just start to throw themselves at me.  I mean I’ve watched all the reality shows about slavers, hell, one of big ones was set here in Eastlake.  It seems so easy.  Open a slaver’s service and soon you would have more slaves than you knew what to do with.

Those shows leave out some important details, like what a real pain in the ass it is to become a registered slaver service. First I had to get my license, then become a corporation, then register that corporation with the state slaving commission. That’s all on top of the normal start up costs for a small business. Add on the food permits and inspections that were needed for having a slave meat option and it’s almost like they don’t want new start up slavers.

Of course I could have just gotten my license, then got a job at one of the big statewide or national slave chains, but I wanted to have more to do with the whole conversion of a free woman to a slave process, not just be a punch clock slaver, doing only one part of the conversion. The only way to do that, it seemed, was to start my own service.

So I did. Eastlake Prime Slaves. Est. 2014. Total women converted to slave status so far – zero. Total corporate debt, slightly over $300,000. What could go wrong?

First Conversion

First Conversion

So, I’m sitting at the front (and in fact only) desk just waiting on that stream of slaves to come in. Been waiting for 3 days now. I spend a lot of time reading the various slaver websites and industry insider websites. Seems the next big thing in slaving is highly trained dual use slaves for Fortune 1000 companies. I’ll get right on that.

*ding*

Oh, shit the door bell. It’s a hot chick! Cute blonde wearing a white shirt and a plaid mini skirt. This could be it!

This is a slaver’s place right? She sounds a little like she’s not sure she is in the right place.

Yes, yes it is! Welcome to Eastlake Prime Slaves! How can I help you?

Well, uh, I need to convert myself, like today. Do I need to like strip or something?

She didn’t really wait on a reply from me and pulled off her shirt. Not that I’m complaining, of course! I’m all about the nudity!

Well, sure I can convert you. Let me get your name and such like and let’s see what we can do…

Oh, my name is Deborah Alexander. I’m 23 and, well I’m in theory married. Does that effect being able to volunteer?

No, you can do it any way. Ah, OK I see your records here, and yeah, the state slaver web site says you are good to go to be converted. Unless you are pregnant. Or on too many drugs….

She smiles. Nope, not either one, unless coffee counts. I’ve had about a half dozen expressos this morning.

I dig around under the desk and find the conversion “Wiz Quiz” system. It’s basically a pregnancy test, with a drug screen option applied to it. While not 100% accurate on the drug sides, using one is enough to cover a slaver’s ass on doing conversions. Well, no expresso doesn’t count, but I can’t just take your word for it. I need a little pee to test. I hand her a cup and point to the restroom.

A few minutes later, the test shows nothing but green lines, so she is ready to be converted. I trigger the record option on the store front camera system.

OK, I got to ask, are you sure you want to be converted to a person of limited rights at this time? Please state your name and that you wish to be converted. Ah, stand in the blue square when you do.

My name is Deborah Alexander and I want to be converted to a slave today

OK. Got it. Also got my first slave! Of course right now, all that means is that I own the government $250 tax now, and I just added a slave inventory to the company, which I will owe taxes on at the end of the year… But I have my own slave! Woot. No place to go but up now!