The 4th of July Roast

Getting the Fire Ready

“So, I hate to ask this, but have they decided who they are going to roast today?”

“I heard Master James talking about some porno slut named River something that he won in a contest on line.  All I know is that it’s unlikely to be any of us because we haven’t had the colon clean diet or purge drugs this week. And I don’t think they want shit in their roast.”

“Yeah, that’s true.  I’ve done the purge drugs for medical reasons. Master was saying that the only thing different about the medical purge and the purge for roasting is you do it 3 times for roasting, not just twice.  Any way are you sure they are roasting a some one, not a some thing?  I haven’t seen a Jessica of any type out here”

“Debbie!”

“Yes Master”

Roast Prep.

“I want you to go into the barn and pour purge water through the slut on the board until it comes out clear.  Got that?”

“Yes Master.  Thank you master!”

“Why `Thank you`  I’m literally sending you to deal with human shit.”

“If you are prepping some other girl that means you aren’t planning on roasting one of your current slaves”

“Figured that out did you.  Good for you.  And you’re welcome.”

Cindy Gives Thanks

“Cindy, come over here and thank me for not roasting you today.”

“Yes master. ”

“Oh yeah.  Lick the head.  Yeah, That’s the ticket.  Keep that up and you will not be on the menu for a while.

“Yes master, thank you master”

“Less talk, more lick.”

River gets roasted

“Oh my God.  They didn’t spit her at all.,  She’s going to roast alive.  Thank all that is holy they didn’t choose one of us.”

“But what about next time?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to fuck and suck like my life depends on it.”

“Well, that’s good, slave, because it does.  Just remember that.   Today we got lucky and I won a snuff slut, but next time it might be you, or you or you.  I love fucking the five of you, but if it turns out I like girl meat, well, we will see about it later”

 

 

Kate Edwards, pain freak.

Broken Mistress

Nora, you look well, out of sorts.

I’ve been flogging Kate.  With out a ball gag.  Bitch doesn’t scream even when you hit her pussy, she just moans. 

Have you tried branding her?

Yes.  I know she came then. 

Needles through her tits?  I mean the big ones, not like a nipple piercing.  Super glue her hands to her tits, then spray it with Zap-Set.  Can the bottom of her feet.  Pierce her cheeks.  The ones on her face, not her ass.  Hell for that matter pierce her ass.  Pull out her finger nails.  Or toe nails.  She’s a practice dummy, use her up if need be.  It’s not like she is any one important anymore. 

<later that day>

Mr. West I was just looking for you.  I’ve had a rather troubling thing happen.  The city council want to see `tapes` of every thing you or your students have done to any practice slaves in the last week.

Oh shit.  The dean doesn’t know who the primary practice slave is now…  This could get ugly.

Did you give them a copy of the files?

Why, yes, I did.  Why does it matter?

Because our current practice slave used to be Kate Edwards,  Damon Edwards daughter.  And I just this morning gave Nora Kennedy some, well imaginative ways to torture Kate.  And I told her that she wasn’t any one of  any importance anymore and to use her up.

Why did you say that?

Because she’s not any one of importance any more.  She’s a slave, she volunteered for this and as near as I can tell has been is a constant state of orgasm from the first time she was lashed up to what ever Nora did to her.  If Nora did all that I suggested to her,  Kate is in the nurses office, maybe even the ER, assuming she didn’t die from shock.  Damon is going to try to get even with me by attacking my students, on the miss guided idea that I care about them.  Half the things I told her to do were way beyond what is in the manual, at least the manual we use here.   I expect to get a call from the arbitrators about this.  Shit.

<The Next Day>

Ah, there you are Mr. West.

It’s never a good sign when the dean starts  off that way.  Actually the dean talking to me about any thing out side of mistress training and the slaver business is a bad sign.

Yes, what can I do for you sir?

You were right, they want to have the arbitration board talk with you, Kate, and that Dora girl.

Nora.  Her name, at least right now, is Nora.  Not Dora.  But that’s not important.  What is is when and why.

The when is tonight and the why is well, make a good guess.

<That night at the arbitration board>

Oh shit.

Now what Mr. West.

That’s Toni Hayes over there.  And Damon is siting right behind her. 

And this matters why?

Because Damon’s 3rd wife was spit roasted at a fund raiser for her.  She’s trying to take his seat on the council .

Well, they appear to be on civil terms right now.

Yeah, that scares me more than it should.

Nora Kennedy, would you please stand and face the board.  Nora, we have reviewed the video supplied by you school.  You seem to have been the primary torturer of Kate Edwards.

No sir, I was not.  I may have been the primary user of practice slave number 7, but there was no one named Kate Edwards in the room at any time.

OK.  I’ll grant you that, but don’t get to cute about it.  What is your current status?

I’m a student Mistress and I’m an intern at Spellbook Slaves.

And your grade in class?

I have a 95% average, I think I am the 2nd highest.

Where is he going with this?

What all did you do to Slave number 7.

Well, if you mean the day I broke her, I started with 50 lashes about her body while she was hanging by her arms.  I concentrated my lashes on her genitals and her breasts when ever possible.

What was the effect of this treatment.

It is my belief that she had repeat orgasms.

After that what did you do.

I took our smallest branding iron, which has a tip about a half a square centimeter, heated it to red hot and applied it to her left breast just below the nipple.  I know she had an orgasm from this.

And after this “failure” what did you do?

Well,  sir,  I left her hanging by her arms with her toes just touching the ground.  I then spoke with Mr. West about my lack of progress with slave 7.  After I finished talking to him I returned to the training area with renewed purpose and drive. Do you want a blow by blow or will the fact that I finally broke her do?

No, I think we have heard enough out of you.  Do you have any final remarks?

Yes, sir I do.  I’m a mistress in training.  Breaking slaves is part of what we are expected to learn.  It’s what we do and it’s why we do the other things, at least for me.

Mr West.  What is miss Kennedy’s standing in your class right now?

She has the highest grade point average in the class.  Assuming she makes at least a 70, or passing grade, on her snuff requirement it will be mathematically impossible for her not to graduate.

Oh, that makes this next bit more telling then.  Bring out the slave.  Ms Kennedy, please hang this slave.

Practice Slave Number 8

You want me to hang my sister?

No, of course not.  We want you to hang practice slave number 8.  Please assume the correct uniform for a snuff requirement.

You want me to strip down in front of you.

Yes, we want that very much.  Or are you only body proud when in your school and are you only cold to other peoples daughters or sisters.

Oh, no it’s not a problem.  If I may ask how did slave 8 become a slave?  Public Drunk and DWI I’ll bet.  Or what ever it was you hauled her in front of Judge Harper.  But I’ll bet she was drunk any way.

You are in fact correct.

Well, slave 8, it’s too bad I didn’t get to flog you first, I’ve really gotten good at it.  Bye now.

My god she just coldly hung her own sister.

No, she didn’t,  sir, she hung Slave 8.  That’s why we have a snuff requirement and why it’s a must pass test.  If she hadn’t been able to do it, she would be a slave some time next week.  She passed the course, even if she doesn’t take the rest of the tests.

Oh shit.  Damon is coming over, with Toni.  This can’t be good.

You think you have won this round, don’t you West.  Well, you might have, but the battle isn’t the war.  Toni and I have been speaking and it seems we have common cause against Spellbook Slaves and well, you West.

You have common cause with the woman who ordered your wife to be spit roasted?

Oh, no, she really didn’t know who she was until it was far to late.  It really was just an ironic accident.  Oh, and you know those three slaves I bought from you?  The red head gives really good head, better than her score would indicate.  I really enjoyed her as a watched “Slave 7” be broken.  Tell me, what are you going to do to her next?

Well, as soon as she heals, if she does, she goes back in the cell of little ease to be used as a practice dummy by our other students.  Normally we would not bother with healing her up, but because of budgets it’s better to heal this one up than buy a new one, particularly given that we just lost one from our stock. Do you want video’s of her next performance as well?   I can arrange a live feed if you want.

That would be lovely.  Come Toni, let us be gone from here.

 

 

 

Damon Edwards Returns.

There are four police cars and a limo in front of the Spellbook Slaves office in Eastlake when I arrive.  This is not a good sign.  As I get out of my car and make it towards the door, most of the police pile out of their cars and tell me to halt.  I stop and look at them.

Is there a problem officers?

Damn straight there is a problem.  You illegally converted my whole family and I want them back.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

Officers, I’m reaching for my phone so I can access my database.   OK?

I pull up the night in question.  I’ve suspected some thing like this would happen, so I’ve bookmarked the relevant  details.

Let’s go in order.  Amy was converted by Judge Harper on a public drunk charge.  If you don’t know Judge Harper’s reputation on speed conversions, you should.

It’s true.  Judge Harper coverts around 85% of the females that appear in his court.

Joanne volunteered in fear for her life.   I have the recording of her phone calls if you want to here it.  Kate, to be blunt, wanted to be a slave, not a mistress and was also in fear for her life is she attended the mistress school you had selected for her.  I have both a written and recorded statement about her conversion.

Well,  I’ll just buy them back. 

That might be tricky as they have been sold on down the line.  Amy, and the three girls she was arrested with, was bought as a set of suck slaves by `Suckers`  You might have a chance with them.

Kate has been bought as a practice torture slave by Eastlake schools, and is currently in a cell of little ease in the Mistress Education department of Tesla preparatory school.  Just for what it’s worth that is my class and I’ve seen Kate “in action”.  She a natural born pain slut and I strongly suspect that if removed from there she would return of her own free will.

Well what about Joanne?

Joanne converted her self in fear for her life.  Ironically she died any way.  She was spit roasted yesterday at a fund raiser for Toni Hayes, who as I recall is running against you.

So I might be able to get Amy back, Kate is a voluntary  pain toy for young mistresses and Joanne is dead.  And that bitch Toni Hayes killed her.

Right, that’s pretty much it.

I watched him not knowing what he was going to do.  With as many hands on guns that were in the area, it might get really messy.  His whole life had just been destroyed.

A Matched Set

So I’ve got a house to my self, and no daughters or a wife to be judgmental about any thing I happen to bring home. So, I want a blonde, a brunette and a redhead, around 20-24 years old with medium sized tits.  Rated as either Prime or Prime+, and I don’t mean on the `real meat` scale.  I’ll pay a grand each for them if they are sex rated at at least 80%, 90% in oral.  Eight Fifty if they don’t have any rated sex skills.

Damn.  He knows the current market prices for slaves.  Makes me wonder what this was really all about.  Politics in Eastlake is about to get weird.

 

 

Summer classes for Mistresses.

Student Mistress

Mr West, I have a question about our uniform.  I’ve got a cute micro mini that has a black leather top part.  I’d like to wear it some days.  I normally wear black fishnets stockings and sleeves with it.   And nothing else.

Well, I’d have to see it, but In theory I have nothing against  it, Teri.  If it doesn’t meet standards, of course you know the effect of demerit from me.

Yeah, yeah, blow you.  Not the first time and I’m sure it will not be the last.


 

Piss drinking English teacher.

Mr. West, did you know that Miss Mclaughlin is a piss drinking sub and you should work on converting her ASAP.

Unless you can prove that, and I mean stand up in court level of proof you just earned your self a Violation, not a demerit.

Oh, I can prove it.  Nora, show Mr. West the photos from lunch.

<later that day, in the staff lounge>

Betty, I need to talk to you about two of my students who are in your English II class.

Yes Mike, what do you need to know?

Erica Hines and Nora Kennedy today at lunch.  Care to speak off the cuff about them?  Can you explain why Nora has a photo on her phone showing Erica pissing into your open mouth?  We have a serious problem here.  We can’t have students have blackmail materiel against staff.  Unless you can prove that photo was taken under duress, I strongly suggest you volunteer for conversion to slave status right now.  I’ve spoken with the dean and he tells me that if you volunteer for conversion you will be bought by the school and you will keep your position as an English Teacher.  Granted a slave teacher, but that is an asset position.  If you don’t volunteer and the board has to take action, you will be found in default on the morals clause of your contract and will be converted and sold on the open market.  So what is it going to be?

I don’t have much choice do I.

Be in my class room in an hour.


OK class we are doing two things today.  One is Cindy Howell’s snuff requirement and the other is a surprise.

Beheading

OK Cindy, I see that you are not taking the easy way out here and just hanging your snuff slave but are going to behead her. Who is this?

This is, well her name doesn’t matter.  I don’t really know  it.  I took her ID in when I had her converted and I didn’t look at it. She was, or I guess still is, one of my dad’s co-worker’s daughters.  I converted her last week by fucking all three holes with my 12 inch strap  on.  I recorded it on my phone with out her knowing about the recordings and went to Spellbook Slaves, your company Mr. West, and had her processed.  I was going to keep her around, but she is a horrible at cunt licking and my dad says that she can’t give head to save her life.  Which is the case here.

How did her father take her being converted?

Well, he had his sex slave blow him while he watched the video of my fucking her.  If her name is Shelia her dad got off on it.

Let me make sure I understand you.  You fucked a stranger, in such a way as to make you a PPC, had her converted and never bothered to learn her name?  And after a week you have decided to snuff her for your class snuff requirement.  Is that it?

You left out “Don’t care what her name was” and “fucked her with a 12 inch strap-on.”  She might have gotten a clue I was up to no good when I bottomed out in her cunt and her ass.  Couldn’t get the angle right to face fuck her and bottom out.

OK Mike, what do I need… Oh I didn’t know you still had a class.   I’ll come back later…

No Betty, have a seat by my desk.  You need to watch this, as it’s one of your options.  Cindy, enough talk about how cold you are, snuff or get out.

<THWACK>

OK very good. No need to check if she is still alive, what with her head being separated from her body and all.  Any rate, now for the surprise.  Betty, or as you know her, Miss Mclaughlin, has agreed to be a volunteer conversion. 

Now on a bit of a side track, it’s normal to have some the member of a mistress class get a work-study intern position at a slaving firm.   I normally do this closer to mid-terms, but 3 of you have caught my eye.  Cindy Howell, Erica Hines and Nora Kennedy, would you like to be an intern at Spellbook Slaves?  It’s a low paying position, but you will learn the slaving business from top to bottom.

All three girls agreed to the job.

OK, here is your first job assignment.  Process Betty’s conversion, then notify the dean so he can make an offer on her.  Unless there is a higher offer, which would be tricky given that she just went on the market, take his offer.  Yeah, it’s a set up.  Get used to it.  Happens all the time.

The girls fell into reading rights regarding conversions, took a piss sample to test for drugs and pregnancy, and processed her into a slave.  After that there was a bit of a problem getting the new slave, known in the past as Betty, on to the market boards.  Once she as on the market, they notified the dean.

Ah, Mr West.  We have the dean’s offer.  It’s for $2000.00 

Well, take it.

It’s not the highest offer.  The highest offer is from a Karla Walsh, a mistress here in town.

Walsh? Oh crap.  The mousy little girl on the back row is names Walsh.  Shit.

Maureen, are you related to Karla?

Why, yes, she’s my mother.  I texted her to look for Betty Mclaughlin on the local for sale boards and to snip a high bid in.

Crap.  What is Karla’s offer?   $2500.01

Great, well Maureen your family has a rather expensive slave, who, other than being a submissive piss drinker isn’t really a good slave for the general population.

Oh, no, sir, she is exactly what mom wants.  She is buying up teacher slaves, or slaves with teaching back grounds and will be offering their services as tutors and for the home schooled. The fact that she is a piss whore is beside the point.

<RING>  The class bell rings.

OK then.  Off to class.  No, wait, stay here while I find out about what to do about English, now that we don’t have a teacher for that class.  You girls are not making this easy.

Hang the cow

Ding! It’s the door.

I look up, it’s a sorta thick brunette.

I want to do three things.  One,  I want to buy a brunette, with big floppy tits that is bigger than me, if you have one.

Two I want to hang the cow.

Three, I want to volunteer my body for the next spit roast you have.

“You do know that when we in the slave trade say “Spit Roast” we mean an actual spit and and an actual fire, not fucking you in the ass and face at the same time, right?”

Yes, I know that.  Look, here is $1500 in cash, do you have a cow I can snuff or not?

“Yes, we do.  Can I ask why you want to do all of this?”

My “Boyfriend” left me for a cow, so I want to snuff one.

OK, but why be snuffed yourself?

Because if I’m not good enough for any one, I might as well be meat.

Hang the cow

I’m not going to argue with her logic, warped as it may be. Normally I’d give her 700 buck back from her offer of a grand and a half, because I don’t normally rip people off, unless they pissed me off, but being as how she will not live to spend it, we will keep all of it.  Why?  Because I can.

Something the back of my head went “Click”.

“What is your ex’s name?”

Chris Fellows. 

Oh this is good.  “Did the “cow” he left you for have a tattoo on her belly?”

Yeah,  I think so.

“Then you might want to revise your plans.  Seems that Chris sold her to us this morning.”

Why would I want to change my plans then?  It’s even better if I get to hang the real cow.

“Well, for starters, he claims that he only fucked her to make it legal to enslave her, and that he wants her spit roasted this afternoon, something about bringing his real girlfriend in to see her roast.”

Don’t care, I want to hang the cow then get spit roasted.    Chris called me meatbag one too many times for me to think I have any value to him.


Later that day…

Ding!

“Hello Mr. Fellows, are you wanting to sell this on also?”

No, not now any way.

“Well there has been a slight change in plans. Your first slave was bought, at a considerable premium I might add, but we do have a similar slave for you to roast. Is that OK with you?”

Well, not really, I really wanted to show Cindie here that I really loved only her.

“Well you might want to wait until you see the alternate meat on the Jessica 2000 before you say that.”

Oh my God, is that Wendy on the machine?

“Yes, that was the meats name before she was converted and selected for processing as meat.  Does that make an difference?”

Oh God yes it does.  Cindie, strip down and blow me while I watch Wendy get processed.   This is the best day of my life.

From the Jessica 2000 Wendy speaks up.  “Well you called me meatbag when we were fucking.  I knew you really wanted me as meat, not as your girlfriend.”

Wait. You call me that to.  Does that mean you want to see me snuffed as well? 

Cow Sucking Cock

Shut up and suck my cock cow.

Yes master.

Push the button I want to see that spit go into Wendy’s cunt and out her mouth.

I pushed the kill switch.  “I’ve set it for 6 inches per minute, it’s going to take a bit for her to have it come out her mouth.”

OH GOD IT HURTS

Oh it hasn’t start to hurt yet.

AHHHHH  

There we go.  The needles just pierced her nipples and will be injecting a drug cocktail that should keep her from going into shock when she is gutted.  “Oh I didn’t ask, do you want her alive or dead when she goes over the coals?”

Alive, if you can do it.

“Sure, just have to run the simple gutting, that will keep her lungs and heart in place, but remove her intestines.  Let me do that now…”

I push a couple of buttons on the Jessica.  The laser guided knives and saws slice into Wendy and neatly remove her guts.

“Well, Wendy is still alive, but she will not be for much longer.”  I check my watch.  “She’s should be barfing up any time now.”

BLEEEPH 

“Right on time.  The spit should exit about ….  Now…”

Oh god, that is so hot.  Your next meat bag…  Look, take my phone.  Look in the “meat bag 3” folder, I should have proof that I am a person of personal contact with Cindie here.  I want her processed as soon as you get Wendy over the coals.

By processed, do you mean converted to slave or do you want to see her spitted as well?

Skinny Teen Slut

Spit roast the cow.   Bring me a skinny flat chested teen slut.  I want my cock sucked while the meatbag gets converted to just meat.  I don’t want my meat thing to kick in.

She will be $800.

Fine.  Run my debit card.

OK Mr. Fellows, she is all yours.

Damn Pigtails.  How old is she?  No, don’t tell me, the age in my head is good enough.

Cindie didn’t want to get on the Jessica, having seen what it did to Wendy.  “Get on the Jessica or it will be much worse for you?”

How could it be worse?

ZAPPPPP

“Well you could get tazered for starters.”   Ever try to move a 300 plus cow from the floor to a Jessica 2000? It’s not as easy as it sounds.  Took 3 men to do it.   And two more applications of the stun gun to keep her down.

“And here is another way it’s going to be worse.  I’m setting the spit for one inch a minute, so it’s going to take about half an hour to go through you.  And I’m not gutting you util you are dead, so you will be going on over the gas jets alive.  Plus the I’m going to use the drug cocktail that stimulates the nerves. It’s in effect a anti-pain killer.

Oh god, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you guys came through.  Great teen cock sucker and all my cows are dead or will be soon.  So, little one, you like girl meat?  Don’t want to give you too much, wouldn’t want you to get fat.  You see what happens to fat girls.

Yes master,  I’ve had girl meat.  My dad converted his secretary and then mom roasted her.  I promise not to get fat.  I’ll barf her up if you want.  I don’t eat much, well other than cum.  I’ll eat as much of that as I can get.

Mistress Class:The Failures

OK, When this class period is over, you will either be a mistress or a slave. I’m going to start with I’m not really happy with this class. Exactly half of you failed and will be converted to slaves. I’m going to call names out and say left or right. I want you to go stand over by the wall on the left or right of the room as you are called.

Lucille Byrd – Left
Jeanette Gonzalez -Right
Becky Colon -Right
Johanna Adams – Left
Marta Fernandez -Right
Jessie Bates -Right
Jean Newton – Left
Florence Hammond -Left
Lila Vega – Right
Kristen Sherman – Left

Failed Mistresses

If you are on the right side of the room, congratulations, you have passed, and you are now a Mistress with all the rights that implies. You on the left, strip.  You are now slaves due to failing the class, which is a contractual violation with a conversion clause attached for forfeit.   Be glad this is a public school where only  one of you will be eaten.  If you were at some of the private mistresses schools you would all be hanging from a noose right now.   It is traditional for the top two members of the class to buy one of the failures.  That would be Becky and Jeanette.

Becky?

Can I buy the slave who used to be named “Kristen”?  I want to start my stable with a fire crotch. 

Jeanette?

Can I get the slave who was called “Lucille”?  I want a white girl and she’s about as white a white girl as they get.

Both of you can have them, just pay the man from Spellbook Slaves when he gets here.   It’s a nominal fee, but  you don’t get them for free.

This does leave on question, which one gets roasted for the graduation feast. Tell me as I call your name

  • Jeanette
    Jean
  • Becky
    Yeah her. Jean I mean 
  • Marta
    Roast the bitch. Jean
  • Jessie
    My vote is Jean as well
  • Lila
    Let’s make it unanimous  Jean it is.

And she would be my choice as well.  Jean, you might have lived through failing, but assuming you were better than the rest of the class just because both of your sisters and your mother were mistresses isn’t a good idea.  Particularly when you don’t really have the head for business and to be frank lack the spark that mistresses need to survive in this world.  Plus, of course, being the only one that didn’t take me up on a blowjob to fix a bad grade offer pissed me off.  Becky blew me just to get a 95% raised to 98% just to make sure she had the highest score on that test.

So, spit roasted or parted out?  And if spit roasted, live or dead?

Why not part her out live?

Lila, do I detect a slight bit of bitterness?

Yeah, you might.  Do you know she literally drove past my house every day, yet couldn’t be bothered to take me home at any time.  Even after I licked her nasty ass cunt.  What ever you do to her,  I want it to hurt and last as long as possible, so yeah, part her out live, cauterize the stumps and let me buy her head and torso to be my personal toilet and ass wipe.

Anybody have a better idea on dealing with Jean?  No?  OK, part her out live, then, assuming she survives Lila can have her as a toy.

 

The Dark Temple. Part 1

A year and a day ago
The Temple of Our Dark Lord, Eastlake Oklahoma.

Do you, Brittany Barber, agree to serve as our Dark Lord’s earthly vessel and to further act as our Dark Lord’s Host on Earths wife,  so long as you shall be barren of our Dark Lord’s spawn?

I Do.

Do you, Brittany Barber , agree to be used in what ever manner our Dark Lord and his Host on Earth shall see fit, until such time as you are no longer barren of our Dark Lord’s spawn?

I Do.

Do you, Brittany Barber, agree that your body is but a toy of our Dark Lord and has no value other than that the Dark Lord or His Host on Earth assigns to it, and that it may be used in any way that pleases the Dark Lord, his Host on Earth, until you carry the Dark Lord’s spawn?

I Do.

Do you, Brittany Barber, agree that you are entering into a state of a sacred connection to the Dark Lord and His Host on Earth and that your womb is for their sacred use only, until you carry the Dark Lord’s spawn?

I Do.

Do you, Brittany Barber, agree that your mouth and anus are for the amusement of the Dark Lord and his Host on Earth, to be used in any way they see fit. not limiting their use to only themselves if they deem it just and right?

I Do.

To The Dark Lord.
To The Dark Lord.

Do you, Brittany Barber , agree that these vows you are taking today are of your own free will and shall be reviewed in a year and a day or when you carry the Dark Lord’s spawn?

I Do.

Sacrifice the harlots to the our Dark Lord.

By the lives of the harlots snuffed out as a sacrifice to Our Dark Lord, and by your agreements I declare you to be the vessel of Our Dark Lord and the earthly wife of His Host on Earth.


So “Host on Earth” how does it feel to be a married man?

Cut it out Fred. There isn’t any one around.

Still, what’s up with this latest bit of foolish.

She wouldn’t fuck me until I put a ring on it.  She also “found”  the bit in “The Dark Book” that the bride of The Dark Lord would rule the temple once she had been taken with the spawn of the Dark Lord.  So we agreed that only I and, of course our Dank Lordy would fuck her, but I had control over her as if she was a slave.  Given that DL is, well, lets face it, at best a ghost and I’ve had a vasectomy, she isn’t going to carry the Dark Lord’s spawn any time, unless she can get pregnant from oral and anal sex.   Speaking of which, I’m adding something new to the Great Rite, while I’m ass fucking the altar, I want the leadership to face fuck “the Altar”.

Every Great Rite?

Yeah

3 Times a week?

Yeah, don’t want you dick sucked 3 times a week?   Oh.  Any questions?

Yeah, can we afford that?  Slaves to act as altars aren’t cheep.

Yeah, we can.  The Altar for the Great Rite doesn’t have to be a slave unless we are making it a full sacrifice.  I expect the membership to start providing altars from approved wives and over 18 daughters.  I, of course, will start this new path with my new wife.

Last Option

A middle aged woman and what appears to be her daughter come in to the shop.

Hello? Can I turn in my daughter here?

What do you mean by “Turn in”?

Well, she has disobeyed me for the last time and I’m done with her.  I want to turn her in.  The police wouldn’t take here and sent me here.

Well, that depends, are you her mother, step mother, foster mother or legal guardian?   If you are, yes, you can sell her to us.

Sell?  You mean you would buy her?

Yes, this is a slave story.  We buy and sell slaves…  Oh Christ it’s going to be one of those transactions.   Why didn’t I go on break?

Well, I never.  That might work for me any way.   I just want her out of my hair and house.

Lady, it’s 2018.  The buying and selling of women as slaves is 18 years old now.  Get a grip.  I think to my self.

How much you want for her?

How much are you willing to give?

I look at the daughter.  $400, paper check or loaded debit card.  Take it or leave it.

Oh.  Really, that much?

No, I think she’s worth more, but I’m not telling you that.  That much… $400.

Options
Options

OK, I’ll take it.  Debit card will be fine.

I process the sale.  An evil thought hits me.

You want the last option package?” I ask after I hand her the debit card.

What is that?

We put her in a room with a noose and a stool.  If she really can’t deal with the idea her mother sold her as a slave, she can end it all.

Oh, yes, dear I think I want that.

If she does hang, do you want a copy of the video?

The video?

Of course, the video.  If we can’t sell her we will sell her snuff video and sell her meat.  Will not makes as much off of her, but that might make us break even.

I don’t think so.  People pay to see that?  I just want her out of my hair.  No, keep the video if that happens.   Thank you.

 

 

 

 

At least he is honest.

Welcome to Spellbook slaves.  How may I help you?

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.

Blonde with perfect tits
Blonde with perfect tits

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.

YAHHHHHA   AAAAAAAHHHH

<Slap>

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.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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.

Fall sacrifice

Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you?

I want to buy your five cheapest slaves for a sacrifice to the dark lord.

OK, we can do that for you.  We have about half a dozen that are tagged “for quick sale”, so they are going for just fifty over tax price, which means you can get five for twenty seven – fifty, tax and all.

Do you have on site snuffing?

Yes, however it’s limited to a guillotine, a pair of Jessica 3000 and the hanging room.

Can you hang five at a time?

Yes, but we rent by the noose and by the  minute in 10 minute blocks.   I can make you a deal, assuming you don’t want the bodies after the ritual, Twenty nine hundred, all up, and you get the room for as long as needed.


Several hours later

O Domine tenebris! Auferte ista quinque. Sicut dignum et iustum est et facere.  Benedictus Dominus nomen tenebris.
5 to Hang
5 to Hang