The scene: A typical upper middle class home in South-side Eastlake. Two women, both in their mid to late 40’s are talking to each other over a cup of tea. “Georgia, Where is Samantha? I haven’t seen her around for a couple of days?” asks Michelle Stokes, the older of the two. “Well, Michelle, I turned her in. They even gave me a debit card with $400 loaded on it. I should have done that years ago. She was just to willful of a child, and once she turned 18 there was no end to her “I’m an adult now, you can’t tell me what to do.”
“Turned her in? You mean you sold her as a slave?”
“Well”, replied Georgia, “I had to do something with her and the police said there wasn’t any thing they could do, and the family court said she was too old to foster out. Both of them, the police sergeant and the court clerk I spoke with recommended these people Spellbook S&G as the fix to my problem.”
Michelle nodded “I might want to talk to them about Erika, she is getting to be to big for her britches. Like you said, picked up an attitude when she turned 18, not that she was all that polite of a child start with. Do you have these Spellbook people’s number or a card?”
Later that day, same kitchen:
“Erika, I had a nice talk with Georgia Baldwin this morning, you know, Samantha’s mother? Seems the reason we haven’t seen Samantha is because Georgia sold her. For only $400, the silly goose. I checked around on the internet and found that Samantha should have sold for closer to $700, maybe more. At any rate, $700 is what I’m looking at for you.”
“Mom, you can’t mean that”.
Oh yes, I can. Now strip down so the men in the living room can take you away.
It’s another day at Spellbook Slaves. Just past lunch a dapper looking gentleman walks in and heads right to my desk.
“I need to convert my soon to be wife and two of her bridesmaids.”
I can help you with that, I reply. First do you have a marriage license? If you do, converting your fiance is just a matter of a little entry work and of course, paying the tax and fees. The bridesmaids on the other hand, well, unless you have proof that you had sex with them 3 times in the last 30 days or they volunteer I really can’t help you.
I’ve got both. I mean I’ve had sex with both.
Do you have some proof?
Does phone video count?
Yep. Let me see it.
The amount of bad porn I have to watch is one of the down sides of this job. I watch the video on the phone and take note of the date stamp.
OK that will do it, assuming I can ID the women in the video with the bridesmaids. How do you want to do this?
What are my options?
Well, I can serve notice to them at the wedding, you can have it be part of the service or I can get to them before the wedding and serve notice then.
Can you tie them up and gag them before the wedding?
Sure, that’s not an issue. Tell me where to find them and I’ll have them ready for you. However, there is the matter of the end use of the slaves. Are you keeping all three or what?
Ah, yeah, that was the point.
OK then I’ll need $250 each for the tax and $150 each processing fee. So call it $1,200 total.
Monique Coleman, Candace Barber and Tammy Pittman? I have a signed and tax paid notice of conversion of the three of you. You are now the property of a Mr. Wendell Greene, assuming there is no impediment to your conversion. Be advised that at this time I am authorized any level of force needed to process your conversion. Mr. Greene has requested that you be bound and gagged for the service. Do you understand?
Monique, the bride, turns to the other two women. “I told you that fucking Wendell was a bad idea, I don’t care if we had an open relationship or not, he was my fiance, you should have had a little respect and not fucked him Now look at where you are. I knew I was going to be converted, but I didn’t think he would get greedy at take you two as well. Serves you right.”
08:30 AM – Open the shop. A family is waiting for me to open the doors.
“Do you do floggings?”
Oh shit, it’s going to be one of those days “No, not of free women”
“Oh. Can you like make some one a slave for just like a day?”
“Nope. Well, that isn’t quite true, but the taxes are steep, you would have to pay $250 taxes, take control of the slave, then pay a $500 manumission tax, plus our fees”
The husband and the wife step back and start talking low to each other. The 2 teen daughters stand by the door.
The husband and wife come up to my desk. He bends over and say to me in a low tone of voice “We have decided that we are just going to sell them to you. Make me an offer.”
I bring up the slave-net price guide “Age?”
“18 and 19” he replies
I start to enter data in to the ‘Make an offer’ form, checking the blonde hair color and normal build boxes. “Are they tested for sex skills? Or do they have any certs of training for non sexual skills?”
“Well, I have their latest report cards.” says the wife “They aren’t very good, which is why I wanted them flogged“.
“Any thing that might bring their value up? For example are they virgins?”
The father shakes his head “Not that I know of, and they have had boys over to often while alone for me to think they are virgins any more.”
I finish off the form. “Assuming no other factors, the current price for a teen with no extra skills is around $500, so I can offer you a grand for the pair. Do you want to convert them?”
They look at each other, she nods “Yeah, let do that.”
“So you want a paper check or a debit card with the $1000 on it?”
“Plastic will be fine.”
I grab a blank debit card from the safe under the desk, and enter the data in the computer to activate it for $1000.00 USD and hand it to the husband. The mother walks over to the girls and says “Strip. We have decided to sell you“.
09:15 AM – A brunette with large tits walks in
“Can I volunteer to be a slave here? I mean so I can be sold?‘
“Yes, I can convert you if that is what you want.” I reply to her.
As soon as I said that, she starts to strip.
“Do I have any choice as to who I get sold to?”
A common question “Well, sort of. We offer a “Right of first refusal” service, where you can give us the name of some one that we will contact to see if they want to buy you.”
That’s close enough for me “Call Louis Little and tell him Cathy Rice is for sale”
After putting Cathy in the holding cell, I give Mr. Little a call. He informs me that he will make a decision about her by end of the day.
10:15 The boss comes in and starts talking to me “You know those slave stocks in the park down town?”
I allow that I know what he is talking about
“Well, despite the warning on them”, he continues “two women are in them now. According to the park police, their boyfriends talked them into having their pictures taken in the pillory, but left after they were in. They have been in them long enough for the conversion to have taken. Go get them.”
11:00 After returning from the park I’ve got a bad case of need my cock sucked. Fortunately a side benefit of working for a slave shop is that you can get your cock sucked pretty much when ever you have a time for a break. I tell the boss I’m taking a break and will be back after I get my rocks off. “Break in one of the new slaves. Use the harness to keep her in place“. Got to love a job where the boss tells you face fuck a new slave. Actually there isn’t much about this job I don’t like.
Louis Little called back, says that he is willing to pay $800 for her. I take his card info and process the sale. The slave with the free name of Cathy Rice seems happy when I tell her.
A pale redhead walks in. “Can I find out how much I’m worth? It’s for a school project.”
“Sure“, I reply, “do you want the full test or just the non invasive version?”
She stops for a second “What is the difference?”
“Well the full invasive test also checks the tightness of your vagina, ass and does a test on basic oral skills. It’s also $50 to run and takes about 30 minutes. The non-invasive test is free and all you have to do is strip down and let me take a set of photos of you and run them through a computer program.”
“I’ll do the free one“, she replies after thinking a few seconds.
While she is stripping down, I get her name, age, weight, bra size and measurements and enter them into the program. I take 4 photos of her, from various angles. After a few seconds the program returns an estimated value for a slave with no tested skills of her body type, age and hair color as $650, before taxes. To be honest that is higher than I thought it would be, a fact I tell her when I give her the print out.
“Well thank you.”
“Have a nice day miss.”
1:30 PM – A slightly dishevled and slightly drunk middle aged man enters. “I want to see any MILF types you got.”
“Do they have to be actually a mother, or just of that age?” I ask.
He pauses, thinking about that. “Nah, don’t got to be a mother, just not be a teen or twenty something. No big ass tits either, more than a handful is a waste I say…”
As he keeps muttering about tits and ass, I bring up the database of slaves on hand. We have 6 that might be what he is looking for. “If you will follow me, sir, I can show you what we have in stock.”
I have him wait in the intake “clinic” while I bring the 6 “MILFS” up. He stands there, watching. After 45 seconds or so “They got names?”
“Technically, no, but I do have their free names”. I pull out the print out “From left to right we have Karen Thompson, Rochelle Frank, Rosie Freeman, Margarita Scott, Anita Kelly and Sue Casey”
He points at Anita “The red head with the pig tails. How much for her?”
I check the print out. “$650, plus tax. The tax is $250, so you are looking at $900 walk away price”
I can do that. Here take my card and run it.
2:00 PM The phone rings. And rings. And rings. I’m not on phone duty, but I hate listening to a phone ring. I look over and see both the other clerks are on the phone. Damn. Hate this.
“Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you?”
“Well, I don’t know if you can, but I told them I would try. Seems I got 5, ah, women, in my bar that after not being able to get any one to buy them drinks, got well, naked, and told me “Call a slaver, he will take us, even if you limp dicks won’t” They are bothering my customers. Did I mention this is a gay bar?”
I hold back a giggle. “Yeah, I can help you out. Give me your address and I will get there as soon as possible.”
Thank you so much!
I inform the boss of the deal and ask if he wants to handle it or what? He tosses me the keys to the slave van “You took the call, you do the work“.
I arrive at the address given and walk in. Spotting the women in question isn’t all that hard, they are the only women in the bar, much less the only ones naked.
“Hello Ladies, I’m from Spellbook Slaves and I’ve been told that if you don’t get a drink bought for you that you would rather be a slave, is that right?”
5 heads nod up and down and they all say “yeah“, or words to that effect.
“OK, let’s make sure of this“. I turn to the men in the bar “Does any one want to buy any of these ladies a drink? Last call!”
Most of the men holler back “Fuck No” or again, words to that effect.
“OK, ladies, follow me out to the van. Let me tell you this, the moment you get into the van of your own free will you will have legally committed yourself to being converted, assuming nothing that disqualifies you happens. So, if you aren’t sure, put your clothes back on and walk out the door.” None of them move. “OK then, let’s go.”
Welcome to Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you, oh, it’s you. Looking for another blonde with perfect tits? You didn’t really do that much damage to the last one.
Yeah, I used a variable transformer on her with a needle in each tit and I must have turned up to far. Only a little bit over 3 on the dial. Bitch got electrocuted. But I’m not looking for a blonde this time, got a brunette with big tits? Ideally one that isn’t worth much more than being a meat bag walking. I’d feel bad if I fucked up a bitch that was worth any thing. I mean, fucking up a bimbo is about the best thing you can do to one. Hell shouldn’t call them a bimbo, a proper bimbo can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. No, I want a pair of big tits that is attached to a useless body. Got a brunette like that?
Yeah, we got one. Actually Holly came in her self to be a volunteer. Said she didn’t care what we did to her, just she was tired of the life she was living.
Again, did I ask for the back ground story? No, I did not, I asked for a pair of tits attached to a useless meat bag. How much is this one? A grand again?
No, she isn’t as high quality as the last one, so I can let her go for $750, after tax. It’s not like she cost me any thing.
Back in the farm house
Master, what are you going to do to me?
Master? Did I ask you to call me that? On the other hand I like the sound of it. Yeah, Master, call me that. As to what I’m going to do, well, you were cursed by the devil to have big tits. I’m going fuck them up.
Good, then maybe I’ll feel something…
Well, I’m not going to jump right in with the needles and the electricity, did that to the last one and I only got to play for a few minutes before the bitch up and died. I think she did that just to piss me off. Or it could have been high voltage to the tits, either way. Stand up and strip
Holly strips and has her feet tied to a spreader bar
Gag me master, so my pathetic noises will not disturb your work.
You are a piece of work you know that? I may keep you around for a while. Depends on if I fuck up with this. I’m sort of new to the whole thing. Well, let us get you hooked up. I’m going to wrap each tit tight, then attach the ends of the rope to these weights. Once they are turning a nice color I’m going to work on my dart game. Nipples are double points! Then I might use the whip on them. Sound like fun to you? What? I can’t hear you, of course you have than ball gag in your mouth. Nod your head if you want me to torture your tits meat bag.
Holly nods slowly.
You are a piece of work. I might keep you around to practice on.
I’m a raving loon psychopath and I’d like to fuck up a set of perfect tits. What have you got in say a blonde?
You want a blonde with perfect tits that you want to fuck up?
Did I stutter?
No sir, you did not. Follow me and I will let you make your choice.
This is Daisy Floyd, she was sold to us by a disappointed boy friend. Seem that other than her tits and ass she has no useful skills, to include giving head.
I didn’t ask for a background, but yeah, I feel like it’s my duty then to punish her for being a cock tease. Or for giving bad head. Oh, who am I kidding, I just want to fuck those tits up. How much is the meat?
A grand even, with tax. Are you planing on snuffing her?
Well, yeah, once I’ve had my fun of course. Why, that a problem?
No, but we do offer a meat buy back plan, with the amount of the buy back based on it’s condition and it’s weight. Depending on what you do to the tits we are talking around $200.
Some time later in an abandoned farm house
OK meat, look at me.
Please mister, don’t do this. I’ll do any thing… You don’t want to do this, I can tell.
What are you going to do? You are a meat bag walking, you don’t have any money and I’ve been told you don’t fuck or suck worth a damn. But you do have a nice set of tits. It’s like the devil himself put them there, and I’m not going to let them go to waste. Let’s get you tied up so you don’t thrash around to much.
Daisy is tied to a chair
See theses here needles? I’m going stick the right into your nipple, pushing into those perfect bits of tit flesh that you have. Not sticking all 5 inches in, but don’t thank me yet…
A needle is pushed into her right breast.
YAAAAAA, THAT HURTS TAKE IT OUT
A needle is pushed into her left breast.
You stop screaming like that, I’ve just got started. Now let me hook up those needles to this here thing they call an Auto Transformer. Now it doesn’t turn into a robot, but by moving this dial I can vary the voltage that goes into your tits. Sounds like fun? Want to start now?
No please mister, don’t do that…
The dial is set to a little over 1 and the transformer is turned on
AHHH AHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH
Daisy spasm as the voltage hits her tender tits.
OK, that was one. Let’s kick it up a notch, to three.
The transformer is adjusted and turned on.
OK Let us try 4 of 10. Shall we?
The transformer is adjusted and turned on. Daisy spasms but is silent. Her head rolls to one side and she slumps in her bindings.
Damn. Must have killed the bitch. And I was just getting started. Better call to have them pick up the meat.
Thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, how my I help you today?
I’d like to trade in my current family for a new one. I’ve got 4 in the house and I would like to see some new ones
I can help you with that, what is your current family status?
“What do you mean by that?”
Well, is your wife or any of your daughters a mistress? Or going the other way, already a slave?
No, they are all just family.
OK, well I need to see them to make an offer. Once we have an offer on the table you can decide if you just want the cash or if you want to take it as part of the cost of the new ones. Tell you what, you send me photos, ideally nudes, of your current family and I can make a base line offer.
I’ve got one of all 4 taken last July at a nude beach, will that do?
Sure. Send it to me.
The wife is the taller one in the middle.
Well, I think we can make a deal. Do any of them have any ratings like a meat rating or sex skill test result?
Nope, does that matter?
Yeah, the value of a trained sex slave is more than one that isn’t trained and the industry standard is the sex skills tests. It’s no big if they don’t but it might be worth your while to have them tested, could add up to $300 to each one’s sale value.
Oh, that makes sense. No, I want to do this today, don’t really have time for that sort of thing.
So, you want to do a straight exchange? Unless there is something that lowers their value I can make a straight exchange that will cost you 200 for the mature, two fifty for the teens plus tax.
Hey, about those sex skills test you were talking about, do they test for being a good cock sucker? If they do I want one that has a high score, what does that do to the cost?
Well, do you want the mature or one of the teens to be the cock sucker.
Oh, a teen…
Well, that would add, well, lets call it 400 all up, so you are looking at 1,100 total, plus tax of 200 so all said and done 1,400. Do you want to bring them here or do you want a pick up service. I’ll waive the pick up fee if you want that.
Sure. Come pick them up and I’ll make my selections later in the week, if that is OK.
Sure. I’ll just credit you account for the value of your conversions.
So, my young bride, how many men have you given a blowjob to?
I don’t know, maybe a dozen, maybe a few more.
Well, that’s nice. Any of them tell you to suck cock like your life depended on it?
That’s right. You call me sir, sire or master.
Yes Master. My I suck your cock for the first time as your slave-wife?
Yes. Take the head into your mouth and roll your tongue around over it… Ah, yeah, like that slut. What shall I call you now. I’m thinking “Debbi” With an i, of course. You want to know why? Debbi was the name of my first sex slave. Well, dad’s really, I wasn’t old enough, but she stayed with me. Until I got tired of her and she was my first snuff. Do you want to be my next snuff?