I hate the night shift at Spellbook Slaves. Well, that’s not quite true, I really don’t hate working at Spellbook, just the night shift is my least favorite shift to work. Take last night, as an example.
I got in, just in time, at 11:00 PM (23:00 for you people that use the 24 hour clock). The evening shift dude tossed me the keys and grunted something about “have a great night”.
Just as he left, a nice looking couple came in. She was wearing what had to be mistress garb and he was in a dress coat and slacks. Not what I normally get. I made a mental bet that she was going to take the lead in this interchange.
“May I help you?”
She replied “Yes, we are looking for a blonde, with medium breasts and high scores in oral skills and at least average on anal. Right dear?”
He looked at her, “What ever you say, ‘Mistress Theresa’.” I could here the quote marks around “Mistress Theresa”. And I won the bet with myself. Not sure if that counts as a win, because I also lost the bet.
The man turned to me “Theresa just finished her Mistress class and we thought we would get a new slave to celebrate.”
I typed in the criteria that they had given me and directed them to the screen where the 4 that meet their criteria that we had in stock were displayed. “If you can make a selection I can will bring her up for your approval. They spent several minutes before deciding on Slave 5789-19. She had a date of conversion of only a few days ago. Day shift must due a lot more than night shift if we have had almost 6000 slaves this year. Of course there were several large lots that added a couple of hundred at a time. That still a slave intake of just over 17 and a half a day. “What can you tell us about this slave, like what was her name and how did she become a slave?” Mistress Theresa asked. I brought up her history. “Her name was Michelle Hall, and she was converted by a person of personal contact, a Mr. Edgar Reid. Looks like based of the proof of contact supplied it was a one night stand that he recorded on his home security system. She really should have stopped after being fucked and giving a blow job. It was the anal that pushed her over the line.” I clicked on his shop history. “Looks like Mr. Reid has quite a history of converting ‘girlfriends’ as see she was number 7 in the past 2 years. Any rate, Michelle was tested a couple of months before she was converted, no reason given, and scored high in oral, both male and female and slightly above average in anal. She also has a certificate of training as a cook and in house cleaning. Hmm. Cert date is the day before her sex tests. It’s like she was trying to qualify as a house slave. What ever. Let me go get her from the pens.” I triggered the “Will be back soon” sign on the door and locked it, for the out side. Don’t want people coming in with no staff at the counter. Not sure why we do this, but it’s in The Book that if the counter is empty, no new people are allowed into the building. After finding slave 5789’s cell, I woke her “Rise and shine, need to be ready for sale, a nice couple has selected you. After a few seconds she as up off her bed and looking at me groggily. “A couple? That’s nice, I think any way. Did you tell them I was a cook and house keeper or what?” I looked down at her “Yes, but only after they selected you from the 4 that met their criteria of ‘blonde, medium breasts and high oral and anal skills’. Looks like they are buying a suck and ass-fuck toy, but you never know, come on, lets not keep them waiting. Just so you will know, she is a Mistress, so make sure you act correctly for her.”
I brought her up front to the waiting customers, unlocking the door and turning off the “back soon light”. Theresa looked at her some what critically while he just looked at Theresa. “Will she do Theresa? I mean as your starter slave?” Mistress Theresa nodded yes. “She will do. You said she also has a cert in cooking?” “Yes Mistress, she does, French and Italian specialties.” I reply.
He handed me a gold card, which I ran. I didn’t apply any surcharges to the sale, because they didn’t act like the types that get the surcharges. I handed the card back saying “She came to $950, with tax. I’ve charged your card for that amount, thank you for choosing Spellbook Slaves for you slave needs. Do you need a collar and leash for her? ” Theresa pulled thin collar and short leash out of her purse and said “No, I came prepared.” With that, she collared slave 5789 and led her out of the building.
Shortly after they left a man in a tux came in with a nude woman, who, based her apparent on age was his wife or mistress, not a daughter.
“I’d like to sell you my wife”
“Wilfred, can’t you just get a divorce? Why do you have to sell me off?” She asked him.
I ignored their by-play and asked for their ID. Wilfred Moss and his wife Alicia. State database showed them to be married and with out any children young enough to trigger the maternity clause. “Thank you sir. Does she have any certifications of worth?” Mr. Moss looked at me. “I don’t understand your question.” “A certificate of worth is a certificate that shows she has some skills, for example from a cooking school or other trade school recognized by the state. “I she has a fine art’s degree, does that count?” “Depends on the degree, what was her specialty? Graphic artists are in demand right now, and of course dancers are always welcome, but there isn’t much call for mixed media types.” He looked a bit pained “Well, what if she doesn’t have any certificates? “Well then her price will be based on her age and general condition. If you will bring her over to in front of this work station, I can take a scan of her and run it though the computer to see what is what and who is who.” As he positioned her in front of the camera, I entered her age. She didn’t look bad for a woman in her early 40’s. “Wilfred, don’t due this”. I looked up from the station. “You be silent or I will gag you. A person with right of conversion has requested your conversion and there is no obvious reason to refuse the conversion. This is your first warning. Now stand on that plate and face the camera” She looked like she was slapped in the face, but stood straight and faced the camera. A flash later I had her picture was waiting on the evaluation software to kick in the results. The plate she was standing on feed in her weight and her height was calculated from her image. A few seconds later I got a rating and price quote of $350. I looked over to Mr. Moss. I can offer $350 for her. Unless you have any worth certs I’m afraid that is a high as I can go. I’ve checked and her general fine arts degree is included in that valuation. “Well, if that is what she is worth, I’ll take it.” I made a few entries on my workstation and poof Alicia Moss was now slave 5802-19. I triggered the “Be back soon” sign, locked the door and I took her back to the holding pen. On return I asked Mr. Moss if he wanted store credit, a debit card loaded with $350 or cash for his now ex-wife. “Cash will do nicely” he said.
I checked the clock. It’s just after midnight, which means I’m in the gap between “Out on the town, let’s go to the slave shop” crowd, such as it is, and the “Bars let out, lets go to the slaver” crowd, which is always fun to deal with. I decide to take slave 5802 back to her cell. I trigger the sign and door and take her back. When I return, there is a crowd of women at the door. I open the door and they all come in. These women have on thing in common with each other. Huge freaking tits and sort of thick bodies. They type that looks best with a spit in her cunt and coming out her mouth.
“Welcome to Spellbook Slaves,how may I help you ladies”
The tallest one, a blonde, says “We want to be turned into slaves before our husbands get home”
It’s going to be one of those nights. “OK I can do that. I need your ID and a urine sample from each of you. Please go into the restroom one at a time fill the cup you will find in there up to the line marked on it.” When you return please strip down to and stand against that wall. Also I have to ask, are all of your breasts real? Makes a difference on your grade. They all tell me that they are real. “May I ask why you want to be converted” I say to them as they return with their urine samples. I test them all and they come back drug free and not pregnant, which makes them convertible, assuming they don’t have a minor child. The redhead turns to me to say “We heard them say that they were going to take us to Hill’s Meat in the morning. We decided that it was better if we converted ourselves before then. “I see. You do understand that converting yourself may or may not avoid the spit. We do sell to several alternate meat suppliers in town, Hill’s being one of them, and let me tell you up front, that each of you has what is called a ‘meat prime’ body, which means the odds are high that you will not make to the end of the week with out being spit roasted.” The shorter blonde looks me dead in the face and says “Even if we do get roasted at least our husbands don’t get the money or the meat”. Yeah, one of those nights. “OK, I can do that for you. Let me run your ID’s to make sure none of you have a flag on file with the state.”
Frances Richardson, Jane Martin, Jessica Campbell, Heather Murphy and Annie Bennett all come back as convertible, with no minor children. I run them through the machine to get a rating for them and they all come back as either Real Meat Prime (RMP) or Prime+ (RMP+). Yeah, they aren’t making through the week. In fact, I send an message to “Real She Meat”, “Slut Steaks” and, just too be mean “Hill’s Fine Meat” that I had 5 RMP/RMP+ ready for pickup. As a seconded line I sent a message to the Eastlake School district saying we had a group of RMP/RMP+ for sale, figuring that they might take one or two for the butcher classes they were starting up. For some reason this group of pigs pissed me off and I wanted to make sure they ended up as roasts. Not sure what it was about them that triggered my blood lust, but it was definitely triggered. I got an almost immediate reply from the school, saying that they were interested in all 5 of them and asked if we could put a hold on their sale until morning. I replied that we could do that. I send a “meat on hold” message to the alternate meat providers that I had messages before I messages the school. While the school doesn’t pay quite as well as Hill’s and company does, they often will do a 2 for 1 exchange of students that they are converting for meat slaves. And to be honest, 10 teen aged slaves will normally do better for us than 5 long pigs.
After the long pigs are taken care of I have a long period of basic boredom, where I think strongly about going back a getting my rocks of in the mouth of the new slaves/long pigs in waiting. Might even tell her that if she is a good enough cock sucker she might escape the spit. Not going to happen, but it does make for a better, or at least more enthusiastic, blow job. As I’m just getting ready to head back, the door opens and man leads in a young woman, nude, but collared and leashed. He comes up to the counter, where is announces “My name is Allen Clarke and I want to sell my daughter, Megan, off.” I look at Megan. She a strawberry blonde with small tits and boy like hips. There currently is a strong market for that body style, so I’m interested in her. “OK can you bring her over to the this station and let me see your ID’s please. After scanning their ID the system returns that Allen does have right of conversion over Megan, and that she is a convertible woman. “OK can I get a urine sample just to make sure she isn’t pregnant.” I point her to the door into the restroom. She goes in and comes out with a sample. I did a “Slave or Not” test kit into the sample and she comes back as clean and not pregnant. The clean part doesn’t matter as it’s not a voluntary conversion, but parental conversion. “OK Megan, stand here and look at the camera. No, don’t smile, keep your face neutral. <Flash> OK, just a second…” She comes back with a $600 offer attached and a flag to notify for “Male Analog” clients. “Well Mr, Clarke, I can offer you $600 for her, but I have to tell you that if you take that offer, she is going to be sold as an anal and oral sex slave to one of the gay bars as a ‘Male Analog'”. “Why should I care what you do with her. Sounds like she is getting what she asked for”. I ask if he wants cash, store credit or a debit card for her. He says that store credit will be fine. I enter his data into the store records and tell him that he can use the store’s web site or come in to make his selection at his leisure.
After that, it really got slow. Around 6:30, Mike the owner comes in, “Have a good night?” he asks “Well, we got one older slave, 5 long pig volunteers that the school board wants to buy or trade for and a male analog. Sold one as a trainer slave to a new Mistress, so not that bad of a night all things considered. Slower than snot after 3:30 however.”