Adding to the herd.

So you want to to become a human cow?  Did I understand you correctly over the phone?

No, I want to be milked like a cow and your dairy is the only one that does that sort of thing in the greater Eastlake metro area, or at least was willing to talk to me directly about it.

May I ask why?

Yes, it is simple, I changed my birth control pills and I started to lactate.  My then boy friend was, at first, excited about it and sucked me dry several times a day.  Then he decided that he really wasn’t that into it and left me.  I use a breast pump to drain them every evening, but it’s getting to be a problem and I don’t really want the milk to go to waste.  I’ve contacted several of the charities in town to find out if I can donate it, but they really aren’t in that business.  One of them suggested I try the human milk dairies in town and you were the only ones that would talk to me, as I said.

Well, you understand that all of the other hucows are slaves, so having a free woman act as a hucow is a bit out of our wheel house.

Please,  I really need you to do this, but I don’t want to be a slave.

Well, we could always try something.  First thing we need to do is see if your milk is up to our quality standards.  Lets go to one of the milking rooms for a test pump.

Thank you.

Testing the new milker

OK, please expose your breasts so we can hook you up to the milking machine. Normally you would be nude and on your hands and knees, plus would be tied down in the milking stall, but I think we can make this work with out doing all that.  Of course if we do take you on as a milker you will need to get used to being treated like, well, a cow.   While we can use the free standing machine to test you, it isn’t connected to the production system and we couldn’t use it on a a daily basis.

I understand.

OK, let’s hook you up.  Hold these over your nipples  until the suction takes effect.  You might want to keep holding them after that.   I’ve got to talk to my staff and my lawyer to find out how we can fit you it.

20 minutes elapses.

Well, the good news is your milk passes our quality check, the bad news is that unless you sign a contract with us, we can’t take you.  And I’ll be upfront, the contact they want you to sign will be one that converts you to being a real hucow slave if you don’t meet all the requirements.

Oh, God, I thought I was ready for this, because I use a breast pump before.  I had no idea what a milker would feel like.  I’ll sign your contract, hell I’ll let you convert me to full hucow status, just do that to me as often as you can.

OK, let me call up my friend as Spellbook Slaves and we will add you to the  herd.

 

 

 

Tesla Prep 1st day of school – The Assembly

“Attention:  There will be an assembly for all students, staff and faculty today at 10:00.  Attendance is mandatory.  Thank you.”

<10:00 PM, Tesla Prep auditorium>

Dean of Students Cory Welch takes center stage.

I have several things to announce.

First up, The Snuff Channel has made an offer to have Tesla Prep be the fall 2019 host of  “Horrible Things For Hotties”.  The school board as moved to accept the offer.  They will be based out of the Mistress Training area.

Next, the new student policy are in place for female students that are not currently in slave or Mistress status.  Those of you that were in summer school know about some of the changes as they were applied to the summer classes.  The new student code is being passed out to you now.  Please read and heed.  Today and tomorrow are  “free days” so you are not expected to meet the dress code requirements.  Please note, however, that Monday will not be a free day and the full student code will be in force, with the exception of ID ring requirement.  You have until Friday the 30th to meet that requirement.  If you have not met it at that time, you will be given one demerit and will be pierced in house.   The mistress training classes will be available for piercing of those that can’t afford to have it done by a commercial piercing establishment.

Free non mistress females have been assigned to one of 5 categories  based on parental requests.

      • Don’t snuff
      • Can snuff
      • Should snuff
      • Please snuff
      • Must snuff

Those of you that are in the should or please snuff category will be notified of your status Monday morning in home room.  If you are not notified you are either  “Don’t snuff”, “Can snuff” or “Must snuff”.   We will not inform you of your status, but be advised that only 3% of the applicable student body is listed as “can’t snuff” as of this morning.  The vast majority of you are listed as “Can”.

What does this mean?  This means that five demerits not worked off by the end of a week will result  in you  being handed over to the Horrible Things crew to be snuffed or handed over to the new apprentice butcher classes to be used as meat,  This assumes that the conversion board sees fit to have you converted and doesn’t feel that it would be better for you to be sold at a public sale.  Just a word of advise, don’t depend on the board saving you.  Over the course of the 3 years the current board has been in place they have a less than 3% “Don’t convert” and slightly less than 20%  public sale rate.  Your overall record will have a great effect on the board, so join all the things that look good on your record, it’s not just for college admissions any more.   The board meets every Thursday evening to rule on the conversions of the week.  There doesn’t seem to be any correlation between showing or not showing up for a board meeting and their final findings.

Let me now talk about merits and demerits.  If you can work of demerits depends on your status.  Please snuff status females can not work them off.  Should snuff can work them off, however each merit gained only counts as 1/5 of a merit for you, so to work off 5 demerits you will have to earn 25 merits.   Can and don’t snuff students can work them off as per normal.  Those of you that are in the lucky 3%, please note that “Don’t Snuff” only means just that, don’t snuff, it doesn’t change the possibility of enslavement and public sale.  Must Snuff is a special case, in that in selecting that option your parents have had you converted to slave status, but are asking that you not be treated as a typical slave student but be snuffed as soon as is possible.   We are currently planing that at least ten must snuff students will be selected once a week to be used on the Horrible Things show or for use as meat for in school use.  This may change based on the number of “must snuff” students we have vs the number of can, should and please snuff students that reach 5 demerits and are converted by the board.  Student’s demerit/merit count will be posted each Wednesday on the school web site.  Please note that your current merit/demerit count is public information and can be seen by staff, faculty, your parents, other students and the general public.   The general public includes slavers, so don’t be surprised if you or your parents are contacted if your demerit count shows that you may be converted in the near future.

Who can issue demerits or merits?  Administrative staff, to include IT staff, security staff, and faculty.  Lunch room and custodial staff can not issue demerits, however they can report actions that would result in demerits if seen by faculty or admin staff. TS, or teacher slaves can not directly issue demerits, but can submit a request that demerits be issued.  TS requests will be resolved on Wednesday by the admin staff, before the final numbers are posted to the school web site.  Students in the mistress training classes may not be issued demerits by faculty other than the ones appointed as part of the mistress training faculty.  Students with a mistress license may issue requests for demerits.  These will also be resolved on Wednesday by the admin staff.

Slave students, Mistresses or male students  who earn 5 demerits will be expelled from the school system.   Not just from Tesla Prep, but from the whole of the Eastlake public school system.  Slave students must obey all the rules for conduct given to free students, but your dress code will be established by your owner.  In the absence of any directives from you owner your dress code is the same as the free students dress code, however you must wear a slave collar or have some other visible mark indicating your slave status.  An ID ring piercing is required.

Female students that have a valid Mistress license may wear clothing that fits the male dress code or “Standard Mistress Garb” or SMG.   Please consult the mistress training staff if you are not sure if a given outfit is SMG or not.  While an ID ring piercing is not required of you, it is requested you get one.

Will the following students please come forward:

      • Ruby Scott
      • Melissa Butler
      • Emily Sanchez
      • Norma Lopez
      • Denise Rogers
      • Jennifer Bennett
      • Sara Flores
      • Barbara Gonzales
      • Donna Stewart
      • Kathryn Campbell

Girls, you  have been converted to slave status by parental action and have a “Must Snuff” flag on your school status.  You will be turned over to the “Horrible things for Hotties” crew immediately.

 

<To be continued>

Another day at Spellbook Slaves

Another pickup.

 

Ring

“Hello and thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves.  How can I help you today”

“I’ve got my wife in some light duct tape bondage right now, but she’s going to be able to get free soon, I’d like to sell her to you ASAP.”

“We can do that, please give me your address and I’ll send some one to get her.”

“Why thank you”.

“I’m going to send John to do the pick up.  Do you want cash or a loaded debit card for her?”  Based on your photo she looks to be worth about $1500″

“A debit card will be fine.  How long will it be?”

“I’m sending him now, can I get the address?”

“3845 S Lewis”

“John!  Got a possible problem pick up for you.  Please go to 3845 S Lewis and take the wife.  Once you have her, let me know and I’ll transfer funds to the card.”


Walk in Business

“Hello, can I turn my self in here?”

“Well that depends on what you are wanting to turn your self in for.”

“I’ve heard that if you are a slave you can’t be charged with a crime that you did before you were a slave”

“That depends on the crime, but in general yeah.  Care to tell me what you did?  I can tell you being converted will help or not that way.”

“I stole some money from my work.  Not a lot, just a couple of thousand, but they are doing an audit next week and they might find out that I did it.  The last time they found some one stealing from them they called the cops, had her arrested, bought her when the courts converted her and spit roasted her for a company picnic.   I don’t want that to happen to me”

“Was it stocks or bonds you stole?  Makes a difference because securities are covered by the feds and they don’t care about your status.”

“No, just money…”

“That’s a state matter then and grand theft is one of the things covered by “Slaves can’t be tried for their actions as a free women” clause.

“Well then I’d like to become a slave…”


Girl Friend to convert

Ding!

“I’d like to sell you my girlfriend…”

This kid didn’t look old enough to have a girl friend, much less one that was old enough to convert.  “Can I see some ID, and proof that you are a person of personal contact with your ‘Girl Friend'”.  He digs out his wallet and shows me his learner’s permit.  He’s legal alright.

“I’ve got a bunch of photos of Amber giving me head on my phone, will that do?”

“Assuming 3 in the last 30 days, yes that will do.”  He brings out his phone and shows me a dozen or so shots of her giving head.  Of the dozen at least 3 show both her face and his, enough to indicate he was a PPC with the girl.  “Yeah, that will, do, assuming no other issues with her.”

“OK great, I’ll bring her by this after noon.”

<Later that day>

“This is the place that Coach Watson wanted me to check out.  Come in with me, ‘this will only take a second”

“This is a slave place, why would the coach send you here?”

“They sell stuff I might need”

“Like what?”

“Just come in with me”

“Oh, Fine.”

The walk up to the desk.  She looks to be of age, but I’ll check that later.

“This is Amber, I talked about her with you earlier today”

“Yes, I recognize her from your photos.  Still want to sell her?”

“Sell me!  You can’t do that we are too young.”

“Well, let’s see about that. Let me see your ID miss”

Amber hands over her license.  She’s legal, if just barely.  I set her license down “Well, in some states you might be too young, but here in Oklahoma, you are legal for conversions”

“Meric you said you loved me, why are you doing this?”

“Coach Watson wants us to convert our girl friends so as to make us ‘Real Men’.  All the team will be doing it before the first game.  The coach says he has some thing special in mind if we win that game, but we have to convert our girl friends first.”

“And you do what ever that pig of a coach tells you to do?”

“Pretty much.”

“Don’t do this, I’ll blow you every day, just don’t do this because your coach tells you to.  Please, I’m begging you, I thought you loved me…”

“Well, every morning before school?”

I could tell that Meric was starting to give in.  Need to push him towards converting her.  “Sir, if I might speak with you in private…”  I lean forward to speak to the boy and as I do so I trigger the door lock.  She’s not running out of here until we resolve this.  “I’ve heard through the grapevine that the Eastlake school system is making some sweeping changes to their student conversion policy, to take effect on the 22nd.  Do you know what status Amber’s parents have given her?  Or will give her?  It would be a shame for you to not convert her like your coach wants and she gets converted because of a school policy.  Not to mention the cash you would get if you converted her today”

What I didn’t tell him was that I already had a buyer in mind for Amber, Coach Watson had called in earlier today about his players might be bringing in their girl friends “And fuck toys”, to use his term.  I was expecting older, but what ever.  What I’m not telling Meric is how much Amber is worth, so I can let him “haggle” me up to a higher price.

“Please Meric, don’t do this.  I’ve got more to offer to you than Coach Watson does”

I look at Meric “You think she’s going to get you in to college?  Most of Coach Watson players get some sort of scholarship.  Just saying.”

Meric looks at Amber, then back to me “How much is she worth to you”

I look at her.  She’s worth 2 grand easy.  “How does $600 sound to you?”\

“Fifteen hundred”

MERIC  YOU CANT DO THIS.  I LOVE YOU!  YOU CAN’T JUST SELL ME OFF!!

“Miss I’m warning you another such out burst and I will be forced to take action against you.  A qualified person of personal contact has requested your conversion and is in negotiations for your conversion. By law I am now allowed to apply what ever level of non lethal force I need.  Now Be Silent.”

I turn back to Meric.  “How does nine hundred work for you?”

“Twelve Hundred”

“How about we say a grand even.  Cash money”

“Deal”  “Deal”

As we conclude the negotiations Amber turns and starts to run towards the door, not knowing that it was locked.    I pull out my taser and fire it at her.  She goes down like a ton of bricks.  I push the button a couple more times,  she twitches but is out for the count.  “Would you mind putting her in the holding cage while I get your money sir?”


A rental work slave

Ring Ring

“Hello, this is Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you today?”

“This is Connie Norris with Norris’s House Painting and I need to rent a slave or two for a big rush job I’ve got.   You got any that might be able to use a roller on a stick?”

We don’t get many calls for renting slaves, but it is something we do.  “Yeah, I’ve got a few that might work for you.  Rental rates are one hundred per day, but if she is not in the same or better condition when you return her, or you keep her for more than two weeks your card will be charged the full amount for the slave.

“That sounds like a deal.  I’ll be by to pick her up in a few hours.”

“That’s fine, we are open 24 hours and the time you pick her up is the time she needs to be returned by, for day count reasons.”

Two for Pickup

Two for Pickup

Ring Ring!

“Hello, thanks for calling Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you today?”

“I’ve got two daughters that I would dearly love to get rid of, but I really don’t have much time today to deal with them.  Can you help a fellow out?  I’ve got them tied up with duct tape right now, but that’s not going to last much longer and I’ve got a flight to get on.”

“Well, give me your address and I’ll send some one over right now to pick them up.”

 

 

Look what I got!

The New Toy

“Tanya! Come look at what I got!”

“I don’t want to see yet another set of shoes, Kari.”

“It’s not shoes, and I think you will like it, it cleans house and does the dishes.”

“You bought a romba and a dishwasher?”

“No silly, come into the living room”

“You bought a slave?  How could you afford that?  I mean the tax alone is $250.00”

“Well, for founders day at work they were giving out surprise gifts, ranging from $100.00 at the local taco truck to the grand prize of a slave from Spellbook Slaves.  I pulled the grand prize!”

“Why is she gagged and in bondage?”

“Well, I asked for one that wasn’t fully broke in yet, so you and I could practice on her for our mistress classes, which I also scored discounts for”

 

A teacher mistress breaks a teacher slave.

Flogged Teacher

“Mr. West! You need to go to Mistress Hanson’s room.  She’s got Ms. Wilkins chained to that flogging ladder of hers and and is flogging the shit out of her.”

“1 demerit for language…  But I’ll go see what she is up to.”

I walk down the hall to Vivian’s room.  As I get closer I hear whip cracks and a voice counting out strokes.   As I enter the room I see “Mistress Hanson” aka Vivian Hanson flogging Julia Wilkins, aka a math teacher here at Tesla Prep.

“Ah, Vivian, why are you flogging Julia right now?”  Never hurts to start off slowly.

<SMACK>

<Fifty Seven my lady>

“I’m not”.  <SMACK>

<Fifty Eight my lady>

“Sure looks like it to me.”

“Nope, I’m flogging TS-001”

Ah, the old “not her name” trick.  I’ve used it a few times my self.  “OK, so why are you flogging Tango Sierra Zero Zero One then?”

“Because I can and  I want to.  To be more exact, because I want to and I was asked by Cory Welch to do so.”

“Cory Welch, you mean the dean of students ask you to flog the 10th grade math teacher?”

“Why, yes, that is exactly what I mean.”

“Care to expand on that a little?”

“Sure.  I need a break any way.  Don’t forget where we left off there slave, or I will start over on you.”

Vivian turns to me.  “Well, the long or the short version”.

“As long as needed”

“Well, then.  It seems that the board has decided to buy up any SINO slaves that happen to be on the staff.  We offered 120% of their retail value to their current owners and they become TS or Teacher Slaves.  She just happened to be the first, hence the zero zero one bit.  Mr. Welch asked me to break her into her new position and status this morning, so I’m trying to break her.”  Let me get back to what I was doing before she recovers too much.”

<SMACK>

<Fifty Nine my lady>

OK, off to see my least favorite person in the world, the dean of students.

“Cory , did you tell Vivian to flog the skin off of Julia Wilkins this morning and don’t play games with names, I mean TS-001.”

“Well, not really,  I told her to break her into her new status.  I assumed she would speak to her and like that.”

“Well, no.  She’s not doing that.  She’s flogging her with a single tail, right across Julia’s tits.  She had gotten to the high 50’s when I came in and talked to her.  She still doing it, I suspect, unless the count was only to 60 or so.”

“Let’s go see what is going on then.  Sound like I need to take a personal look at this.”

<SMACK>

<Seventy five my lady>

Oh, Dean Welch, I didn’t know you were coming down here today. As you can see I have this under control.

“Yes, I can see that.  Care to show me what you are doing?”

“Of course Cory.  What I am doing is giving her 100 strokes across her belly and tits.  Like this…”

<SMACK>

<Seventy six my lady>

“Stop that for a minute.  Do you have any students that need to work off some demerits?”

“Why, yes I do Dean.  Megan Lynch, please present your self to the dean to work off your demerits.”

“She was scheduled for 20 lashes after school today, but I suspect she will do you just fine.”

Working off demerits

“Oh, yes, this is good. Go on with what you were doing Mistress Hanson…”

<SMACK>

<Seventy Seven my lady>

<SMACK>

<Seventy Eight my lady>

Well, crap.  This is getting just a bit out of hand.  I’m supposed to be the one torturing women and girls and getting head from random school girls.  Might need to see the board about this.  Of course Vivian does have a Mistress license and Julia was a SINO that found out that given enough money, the “In Name Only” part of SINO might turn into “for reals”.

“Well, you guys have fun, I’ve got a set of test to grade…”

<SMACK>

<Seventy Nine my lady>


First things First

OK, First things First. Need to get my rocks off. I check the current standings of the girls in my Mistress Class. Cynthia Little. Looks like she’s my rock tosser. Also looks like she is next weeks snuff demo unless her grades come up a lot.

“Cynthia take your top off and come here and blow me.”

“Why Mr. West?”

“Because if your grades don’t come up by 25% by this time next week I’m going to live spit you as a demo that you don’t need big tits to make a good spit roast.”

“Yes Mr. West, I just wanted to know….”

“Less talk, more suck.”

OK, do I want to go to the board about my contract or not.  There is no telling about how the board will react to request to clarify a contract.  Hell, they might even cancel my contract, which would result in not getting as many school girl blow jobs.  Can’t have that.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

 

Blow for bucks.

Blow for Bucks.

“Welcome to “Blow for Bucks”, the game show where five blowjobs in fifteen minutes can gain you fifty thousand dollars.”

“Well, Mark, who is the first player today?”

“John, we have  Sarah Moody, a house wife from Eastlake.  According to her husband this is a great chance to make the most of her limited skill set.”

“Well, we will see about that, now.  Let me go over the rules for Blow for Bucks.  It’s simple, the player starts with a line of 5 men, all fully erect, and has to make each one cum in her mouth, using nothing but her mouth.  She has fifteen minutes to do this, which really is pushing the clock.  If she finishes, she gets fifty grand.  If she fails she is sold into slavery.  The worse she does on the line up, in terms of number finished determines  what sort of slavery she is sold into.  Now, what she doesn’t know is  while all of the men have taken Viagra, at one might also be on Effexor, which has the nasty side effect of causing delayed orgasms in men.”

“And there is the starting bell John.  She’s really going to town on the first guy, deep throating like a pro.   You know if he’s the one on Effexor, she’s going to be a spit roast, because let me tell you, it will take all 15 minutes to get him off.  Oops, spoke to soon, looks like he’s not the one.  She’s moved on to the 2nd, and is doing the butterfly lick and now she’s back to deep throating.

“Well, Mark she’s not getting him off as fast as the first one, this could be the ringer.  Let’s go to the close up to see.  No, that’s either a lot of spit or some precum dribbling off her chin.   And there he goes, that’s 2 down in in 4 minutes, moving on to number 3.”

“Well, John, I’ve got Floyd Moody, Sarah’s husband with me now.  How do you feel about your wife blowing some 5 men in 15 minutes?”

“Mark, to be honest, I’m more than a little turned on by it.  I know she can do it, she’s done it several times before, including the tape that they wanted us to send in.  The little whore is a quite good cock sucker, I’ll give her that”.

“Little whore?  That an odd thing to call your wife…”

“Well, if the overpriced shoe fits, wear them suckers.  What she doesn’t know is she going to be slaved out regardless of if she wins or not.  If she win, I’ll get the 50 Grand and her sale price will go way up as a winner, I’ve seen the numbers, and if she doesn’t well, she graded as A prime, so I’ll get that much at least.”

“Well, that’s a surprise twist I didn’t see coming, How is the soon to be slave doing now John?”

“Well, Mark, she’s finished number 3 and is moving on to number 4, she’s got 8 minutes on the clock left.  If this was a fair game she might just make it.  Tell Floyd about the possible ringer there.”

“You don’t need to tell me about it, I know about the Effexor, that’s part of the reason she’s doing it this, instead of one of the whip shows, I know she can take 50 lashes in 10 minutes, I’ve done that, this is my dream, seeing her degrade herself for a lost cause.”

“Well, it must be number 5 or she’s damn good with the deep throat, she just finished the 4th guy and has 5 minutes on the clock.”

“4 minutes 30”

“4 minutes”

“3 minutes 30”

“3 minutes”

“2 minutes 30”

“2 minutes.  Looks like she’s in trouble.  Look at her head bob, there Mark.”

“I see it there John, she’s down to 30 seconds…   15 seconds …. 10 seconds…   Wait!  She done it!, he just blasted across her face!  What do you think about that Floyd?”

“Well,  I’m glad I get the 50 thousand,  and I’ve already got a bidding war going on for her, looks like her slave price is going to add at least another 8 grand, I’d call this a win-win.  I need to make a call to Spellbook Slaves!”


Blow for Bucks

Welcome to the 2nd heat in Blow for Bucks today!  I’ve just been informed that the ringer was not in the first group, which make this next one almost a given that she is going to lose.  So the question is does she fail early enough, like on the 1st or 2nd cock, to earn a spit, or does she make it to the just be sold as a failed suck slave.   Who do we have this time, Mark?”

“Well, John, we’ve got Jacqueline Ryan, a single student at Eastlake University.  In her tryout tape, she did 5 guys in less than 10 minutes, so if there isn’t a Effexor ringer in the batch, she should do well. And the bell just went off.  She’s on the first guy and doing the lot of tongue on the head of the cock thing.  I always like that.”

“Me too Mark, me too.  Wait, she doing deep throat now, this could be a game changer.”

“Well, Mark, she’s 3 minutes in now, and still on the first one.  Not sure what to say, other than “I think we found the ringer”,  Effexor might make your brain chemistry right, but it does it to your balls.”

“Well, technically it would be to the whole system, not just the balls.  They are still studying the effect as to find a way around it, John”

Did you just `mansplain`  ` I can’t cum ` to me there Mark?”

“<laughs>I guess I did<laughs>”

“Any rate, balls or system or both, she’s still on the first guy and is about 4 and half minutes in, it’s not looking good for Jacqueline, there Mark.  Care to take a side bet on her making it?”

“Right now, with her being 5 minutes in on the first guy?  I don’t think so there John.”

“She’s moving on to the second guy,  and has signaled that she will  return to the first after she finishes him.  Is that a legal move Mark?”

“I’m not sure, John.  They have stopped the clock and she has been told to stop sucking while the judges decide if that is legal.  And it’s been ruled not legal, she has to return to the first guy with the clock set at 6 minutes in.”

“You know Mark, I feel for the guys that aren’t on Effexor in the line up, I mean this is just asking for blue-balls.”

“Well, it’s a little know fact that the fluffers that got them hard will finish the job if need be.”

“Well, it was a little known fact, everybody knows it now.”

“Well, yeah, it’s not like it’s a state secret that they have fluffers for this show.
And she spent half the time of the first guy.  Either she sucks at sucking or he’s on Effexor.”

“Seven minutes left”

Six and minutes and 30 seconds.  Wonder how she’s going to taste after being spit roasted?”

“Bit early to say that, she might,  Wait she, no, she just stopped for a breath, she’s back on the guy.  Doesn’t look good for her”

“Six minutes left and she hasn’t gotten the first guy off yet.  If he’s not the Effexor ringer, I don’t know about her skills.  They look OK from here, but you got to wonder, I mean nine minutes, more or less of deep throat and he hasn’t gotten off yet?  It’s not like she’s doing the slow edging thing with him, she wants him to get off and he’s primed to go.”

“Five minutes left”

“Four minutes 30”

“Four minutes.  There is no way she’s getting out of this free, and alive might be a question for her.”

“Three and half, but look at her go, I haven’t seen a head bob like that this side of a Russian Porno.”

“Three minutes”

“Two and half”

“Two minutes on the clock”

“90 seconds”

“1 minutes”

“30 seconds”

“And that is it.  Jacqueline is a slave, the only question is where they are going to sell her to.”

“Oh, wait!  Is that Sarah Moody coming on the stage?  She’s going to be the relief for the other guys.  What a trooper!”

Snuffed for Bucks

“I’ve just been given a notice from the production staff, that Austin Baker, Jacqueline’s first and only cocks-man, was not on Effexor, he just and I quote here “did square roots in my head, I can do that for hours” , so yeah, she sucked at sucking.  I’ve also got a notice that The Snuff Channel bought her and is going to snuff her live on stage while Sarah brings off the men that  Jacqueline could not.  Looks like a simple noose slow snuff.   Want to make a bet about Sarah bringing off the guys before Jacqueline snuffs out?”

Well, no not really, but let’s be honest, a girl in college that can’t suck to save her life, do we really need to keep her alive?  I don’t thinks so, and I, for one, am damn glad to see her get the noose she so powerfully earned tonight.

 

 

National Ginger Association’s annual slave sale.

Ginger 1 – Patti
Ginger 2 – Bobbie
Ginger 3 – Mattie
Ginger 4 – Bethany

Afternoon shift, Spellbook Slaves

“How may I help you ladies?”

“We are with the National Ginger Association and it’s time for our annual fund raiser.  We would like to be sold as slaves, with 50% of the profit going to the  NGA.”

“I think I can do that.  I need to see some ID and you need to fill out some papers for me.”

 

So I take their ID and run them against the state database.  Patti Reese ,Bobbie Lowe, Mattie Benson, Bethany Stanley all come back as free women eligible for conversion.  I process their ID and pay the tax.

“OK ladies, you are now slaves.  Any hint as to where you want to be sold to?”

“As long as it’s not to a snuff movie studio or an alternate meat store, no, I don’t care” says Patti.   Mattie and Bethany both node their heads, “What she said”.

Bobbie says “I don’t care, even if it is a snuff places,   In fact I’d rather you have me snuffed as long as it’s meaningless.  I don’t want to be part of some one else’s great day, so no snuff as a part of a wedding or something like that.  Just snuff me…”

“OK I can do that.  With or with out torture?”

With Torture

“I get a choice? With then.”

I make a phone call.  “Yeah,  Forrest, this is Mike at Spellbook Slaves.  Got a special for you.  The NGA, that’s the redhead group, not ones with guns, yeah, they are having their  yearly slave sale fund raiser and one of them wants to be snuffed, in private, with torture….  I don’t know about that, let me ask”.

“How do you feel about it being  a snuff film, or is that too public?”

Bobbie shrugs “I’m just a slave, do with me as you will.”

“Ok Forrest, a snuff film is good to go.  Let’s talk price, and bear in mind this is tax deductible.  She’s a redhead, duh, with good size tits and a nice ass.  Also seems to have a death wish, but that should be a plus for you.  Seven grand?  Cool,  I’ll take that.  Make the normal payments and I’ll deliver you to your studio.”

“Well Bobbie, you just earned the NGA three and a quarter grand, after my cut and taxes are paid. Let’s see what we can do with the rest of you.  How would feel about being sold as a group to a blowjob club?”

Ginger Face Fuck

Bethany says “That would be fine, but don’t those places have a fairly high number of deaths to their girls every day”

“Not every day, at least not now anyway, but yeah, there are guys that really get off on killing a girl as she gives head.  Girls that give good enough head don’t normally get put on the “black collar” lists, but if you are a good cock sucker you can live, well, longer than Bobbie is going to.  Most leave the club by being bought by a customer that really likes the way they give head.  Want me to make a call to Suckers or not?”

The three talk among them selves for a while “It’s not like we can stop you now, but yeah, that seems like the best idea right now.”

I make another call  “Yeah, Lynette, this is Mike as Spellbook Slaves.  Got a set of gingers that want to be sold to you.  Yeah, it’s that time of year, and no you can’t get the 4th, she going to be tortured and snuffed.  Her idea really.  Yeah, these would be tax deductible  expenses.   Not sure why the National Ginger Association is a classified as a charity, but they are.  The last one went for seven grand, what about making it twenty grand for the three and call it a day.   You can do that?  Cool.   I’ll send them by as soon as my truck gets back from it’s current run.”

“So girls, I hope you know how to give good head, because, at least for a while, your life depends on it.”

 

 

 

 

Stocking The Herd. Producer’s Cut.

Spellbook Slaves, early morning shift. The door chime goes off.

“Hello? Is any one here?”

Damn it. I was just about to face fuck a slave.

“I’ll be out in a flash” I call out to the customer. “And I’ll do you later” I tell the slave.

“Sorry about that, had an issue with a slave that needed attention. How may I help you this fine morning?”

“My name is Nina Mason, and these are my daughters Ceili and Laura. I need to sell them off today.  I’ve had it with them.”

“Mom, you don’t need to do this, really there are better ways, we can go to counseling as a family…”, Ceili says.

“Mother, please think about what you are doing, making us slaves isn’t something that you should do just because you are mad at us.”, Laura adds.

“Be quiet you two, the grown up are talking.  And I’ve had just about a much from you as I’m going to take.  This last month has been more than I willing to take from you two”

Ceili is a big breasted brunette that I note has wet spots over her nipples.  Laura is an even bigger breasted brunette.  Big enough that I have good idea that if Lester see’s her she will be one of his play-toys.

“Ah, Ms. Mason, I’m not sure I can take Ceili, she looks to be lactating… ”

“Why would that matter?  I’m her mother and I want to sell her, should be straight forward enough.  Or is there something I don’t know about the slave laws?”

“Mom, please I’m begging you, he even says he can’t take me” says Ceili.

“I didn’t say that, just you well, are leaking milk, which normally is a red flag on conversions, due to it meaning you are either pregnant or the mother of a minor child. Let me check what the state says real fast…”

“Mother, please don’t do this, I’ll pay for the counseling, just don’t do this”, Laura quietly pleads.

I dive into the state slaving board’s web site, and go to the status search. Both are  listed as a free women, and don’t have a disqualifying flag set for either pregnant or mother of a minor child. Odd. While I can’t do any thing about the possibility of a child that the state doesn’t have registered, which is highly unlikely in this day and age,  I can check for pregnancy.

“OK, the state slave board says you are both convertible, but they might not know if you are pregnant, so can I have you ladies fill these cups with pee? I need it to check your status. Please use that restroom and go in one at a time.”

Ceili goes in first. A few moments later she returns. with the the pee sample. I watched her on the CCTV set up in the restroom, and yes, it was her pee, not a smuggled in sample of some one else. Of freaking course we have a CCTV camera in the ladies room, need to make sure that pee samples are from the female that says they are. I would just have them pee in the front of the desk, but they are, at that point free women, normally, and there is complaints about privacy. Like that matters. So we have a tiny hidden camera over the toilet and every one is happy. The women being tested think they have privacy and we have a record of them giving a sample for evidence reasons.

I label the samples and pull out two “Slave-Or-Not” kits and dip them in the pee. All the tests come back as green, meaning they aren’t on drugs, which only matters for a volunteer, and neither of them is pregnant.

“OK, every thing looks OK from here, but I can’t but help noticing that Ceili is, well, leaking. Is she really lactating?”

“Yes, she is. Doctor changed her birth control pills and she started up. And the little whinny bitch is wanting to buy all new bras because she’s gotten a bit bigger.  Like I  would spend money on her.  I have other things to spend money on”

The explains it.

“Well, as it happens we have a standing order for women that are lactating and qualify for conversion, which is quite a bit higher than she would normally bring. Downside, if you take it is she will have a fairly short life as a Hucow.”

“Hucow? I don’t know what that means”

“Human Cow, she will be hooked up to a milk machine twice or three times a day and milked. Once her production drops below a given level, they will sell her to a human butcher, who will, well, depending on what she looks like then, either live spit her or just snuff her and cut her up for parts.  I’ve got a second standing order, for less money however, where she will be used as a wet nurse. Once she stop producing there, they generally sell on the open market, which tends to have a longer life span attached to it.”

“Talk to me about this dairy, what sort of conditions would she be kept in?”

I bring up the dairy’s website.  “Much like this.” as I show her one of their images of the hucow herd.

“So literally like a cow.”

“More or less”, not sure what they do when they aren’t being milked but I suspect it’s being kept in a small cage.

“Why is that 3rd cow wearing fishnets?”

I’m some what amused by the fact that Ms. Mason has already changed her view of hucows from “female human” to “cattle”.  This does not bode well for Ceili.

“Oh, they get fucked as part of the processing, I suspect that her, ah, fucker, wanted them on her”.

“So in addition to being treated like the animal she is, she gets rapped?  Often, like daily?”

“Well, they are slaves, so it’s not rape in a legal context, but yeah, basically.  I also understand that part of the herd is used as part of a fetish whorehouse, for those guys that like the idea of fucking a lactating women.  Or like the idea of fucking a soon to be snuffed women, or for that matter a cow.”

“So she would be a whore and a cow.  I like that.  Talk to me about price.  You said there was another option”

“Well, if I sell her to the dairy, you would get about six grand and four and half grand if I sell her to the wet nurse company. Either of those is quite a bit more than she would normally bring, assuming she doesn’t have any other skills that are in demand right now.”

“Mom, I’ve got skills, have then check my school records plus I’ve got some medical training…  Please don’t do this to me.”  Ceili is near tears pleading with her mother.

“Medical training, like being a EMT or LPN?”  I ask.

“EMT” says Ceili.

“EMT Sir, I told you to have respect to men.” snaps Ms Mason.

“Yes, mother, EMT Training Sir”.

I check the skill database. EMT training adds about a grand to her price.

“Well, that brings would bring her non hucow price up to about a two grand and half.”

“If I sell her to the dairy, how long would she live?”

“Depends on how long she stays wet.  I understand they put them of menu that includes some hormones to keep the hucows producing, but off the top of my head I would put it at three years, tops”

“So, if I sell her to the dairy, she dies in about 3 years, more or less, but if I sell her on the open market?  How long would she live then”

“Well, a slave is snuffed every 19 seconds, but that is country wide.  Being snuffed is the single largest cause of slave deaths, but still most don’t get snuffed right away.”

“Mom, please, no, don’t do this”  Ceili begs.

Ms. Mason looks at Ceili. “Sell her to the dairy.   I hope you dry up while you still have a good enough figure to be spit roasted.  What about Laura?”

“I can offer you a grand and a half for her, assuming she doesn’t have any skills I need right now.  I might warn you that I have a regular customer that likes to take large breasted women and torture them to death.”

“Oh, really?  Can you let him know you have one available”.

He comes in once or twice a month, so if she isn’t sold before then, I’ll let him know that you requested he look at her.”

“Thank you for that.  So $7,500 for the pair, that’s more than I expected.”

“Can I have their ID please? I need to scan them into the system so I can convert them to slave status.”

Ms. Mason produce their ID and hand them over.

“Mom, you don’t have to do this…” says Ceili

“Mother, please, don’t do this” says Laura

“Be quiet you two,  I’m speaking to this man.”

“But you heard him, they are going to kill me as soon as I dry up”.

“Whatever, that can’t be soon enough.”

Laura just looked glum.  “You want them to sell me to a man that tortures women to death?  Why Mother, for the love of God, why?”

“You both should have listened last month when I said I was getting tired of your shit.  I’ve had quite enough from you.”

After scanning the id, and and entering the data from the test kits, “OK this is your last chance, you can back out now if you want”, I say with my finger over the enter key.

“I want to do this. Can I push the button?”.

I hand her over the key board, where she pushes the enter key and few seconds later her daughters  status changes from “Free” to “Slave”.

“Do you want cash, a check or a preloaded debit card for them?”

“A card will be fine.”

I dink around with the machine and hand her a debit card with the $7,500 on it. “You will need to call the number on the back to activate the card, but after that it’s as good as cash most places.”

Stocking the herd.

Spellbook Slaves, early morning shift.  The door chime goes off.

“Hello?  Is any one here?”

Damn it.  I was just about to face fuck a slave.

“I’ll be out in a flash”  I call out to the customer.  “And I’ll do you later” I tell the slave.

“Sorry about that, had an issue with a slave that needed attention.  How may I help you this fine morning?”

“My name is Nina Mason, and these are my daughters Ceili and Laura.  I need to sell them off today.”

Ceili is a big breasted brunette that I note has wet spots over her nipples.  That’s a bad thing because that probably means she is lactating, which 99 times out of 100 means she either pregnant or has just given birth, both of which make her not convertible.

“Ah, Ms. Mason, I’m not sure I can take Ceili, she looks to be lactating…  Let me check something”

I dive into the state slaving board’s web site, and go to the status search.  Ceili is listed as a free woman, and doesn’t have a disqualifying flag set for either pregnant or mother of a minor child.  Odd.  While I can’t do any thing about the possibility of a child that the state doesn’t have registered,  I can check for pregnancy.

“OK, can I have you ladies fill this cup with pee?  I need it to check some things. Please use that restroom and go in one at a time.”

Ceili goes in first.  A few moments later she returns. with the the pee sample.  I watched her on the CCTV set up in the restroom, and yes, it was her pee, not a smuggled in sample of some one else.   Of freaking course we have a CCTV camera in the ladies room, need to make sure that pee samples are from the female that says they are.  I would just have them pee in the front of the desk, but they are, at that point free women, normally, and there is complaints about privacy.  Like that matters.  So we have a tiny hidden camera over the toilet and every one is happy.  The women being tested think they have privacy and we have a record of them giving a sample for evidence reasons.

I label the samples and pull out two “Slave-Or-Not” kits and dip them in the pee.  All the tests come back as green, meaning they aren’t on drugs, which only matters for a volunteer, and neither of them is pregnant.

“OK, every thing looks OK from here, but I can’t but help noticing that Ceili is, well, leaking milk.  Is she lactating?”

“Yes, she is.  Doctor changed her birth control pills and she started up.”

The explains it.

“Well, as it happens we have a standing order for women that are lactating and qualify for conversion, which is quite a bit higher than she would normally bring.  Downside, if you take it is she will have a fairly short life as a Hucow.”

“Hucow? I don’t know what that means”

“Human Cow, she will be hooked up to a milk machine twice or three times a day and milked.  Once her production drops below a given level, they will sell her to a human butcher, who will, well, depending on what she looks like then, either live spit her or just snuff her and cut her up for parts.  I’ve got a standing order, for less money however, where she will be used as a wet nurse.  Once she stop producing there, they generally sell on the open market, which tends to have a longer life span attached to it.”

“What is the difference in payment?”

“Well, if I sell her to the dairy, you would get about  six grand and four and half grand if I sell her to the wet nurse company.  Either of those is quite a bit more than she would normally bring, assuming she doesn’t have any other skills that are in demand right now.”

Ms. Mason looks at the floor, then at Ceili.  “Sell her to the dairy.  What about Laura?”

“I can offer you a grand and a half for her, assuming she doesn’t have any skills I need right now.”

“So $7,500 for the pair, that’s more than I expected.”

“Can I have their ID please?  I need to scan them into the system so I can convert them to slave status.”

Both girls produce their ID and hand them over, with some reluctance “Mom, you don’t have to do this…” says Ceili

“Be quiet you, I need the money to remodel the baby’s room”

“But you heard him, they are going to kill me as soon as I dry up”.

“Whatever”

Laura just looked glum and didn’t say any thing.

After scanning the id, and and entering the data from the test kits, “OK this is your last chance, you can back out now if you want”, I say with my finger over the enter key.

“I want to do this.  Do it”.

I press the key and few seconds later their status changes from “Free” to “Slave”.

“Do you want cash, a check or a preloaded debit card for them?”

“A card will be fine.”

I dink around with the machine and hand her a debit card with the $7,500 on it.  “You will need to call the number on the back to activate the card, but after that it’s as good as cash most places.”