Horrible Things for Hotties

“This is a quick zone assignment. Given a set of electronic tools and supplies, you have 45 minutes to complete a torture for your hottie.”

<45 minutes pass, but the viewers only see short bits of the elapsed time>

“OK let’s see what our torture technicians have come up with. What have you done here, Jeff?”

“Well, I was thinking about the basics of electronics, electricity, and went with a simple stripped power cable tapped to her nipples and plugged into the wall.”

“OK let’s see it in action!”

Jeff plugs in his “torture cable”. His hottie screams for about  30 seconds then collapses, falling off her chair onto the ground, where she lies, lifeless.

“OK, unplug it now.  Looks like you snuffed your hottie, so you are not going to advance as this was a torture assignment, not a snuff assignment.  Sorry about that. Moving on.  What have you done here Lewis?

“Well, as it happens I do know a thing or two about electronics so I bread boarded a simple square wave pulse generator which leads to these two copper wires.  What I need to do for the torture is pierce her nipples with the wires, solder them shut, then turn on the generator, which will supply a high voltage, but low amperage jolt to each nipple, each jolt lasting 2 seconds,  more or less and with a 3 second delay before changing nipples.  Due to the way that I’m grounding the system, at no times does the shortest path to ground pass through her heart, plus the jolt should be low enough amperage, that even if it does pass through her heart it should not be fatal.”

“OK, let see it in action.”

With that Lewis takes the two wires from the work bench and pushes them through his hotties nipples.

“I’ve cut them at a diagonal to make them sharp, but I’m sure this hurts.  Not really part of the torture, but a nice touch any way…

After piercing her nipples, he wraps the connection wires around the nipple piercing wire, about a quarter inch away from the nipple.

OK, now I’m going to solder the wire on to the piercing wire,   I do count this a part of the torture, because, well solder melts at about 370 °F, which should raise, at least, some blisters on her nipples from the conduction of the heat over the copper wires.  Normally I would put a heat sink on the wire to prevent it from transferring the heat to other parts of the system, but in this case I want it to happen.  I’ve stuffed a rag into her mouth so I will not be distracted by her screaming while I do this.  Don’t want to mess up this part of the project.  I’ve tied her to the chair with some CAT-5 cable so she will stay in place.”

Lewis begins to solder the wires in place. His hottie thrashes about and screams into the rag in her mouth.

“OK the first one is done”

Lewis moves on to the second wire and quickly solder it shut as well.

“OK I’m cheating here a bit, I’m just going to tape the ground wires to her tits, just about an inch from her nipples…  I though about making them sharp  and pushing them into her tits, but I couldn’t think of a way to keep them in when she jumps from a jolt, so I’m making  a circle from the stripped part of the ground wire and taping that down.”

“Looks like you have it all under control.  Want to turn it on now?”

Lewis pull the rag from his hotties mouth, then flips a switch on his circuit bread board.

“It will take about 5 seconds to start the R/C time parts of the circuit to ‘warm up'”

As soon as he finishes saying that, his hottie jerks and lets out a yelp.  A few seconds later she does it again.

“OK, how long do you want this to run?  This should last until the power is turned off with no permanent physical damage to her.  I’m not going to say no mental damage, because I suspect this will break her will in less than an hour.”

 


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The girl in red.

<Several months ago, at the Holloway home.>

“Your grades are horrible.   If you don’t bring them up I might sell you to a slaver” John Holloway says to his eldest daughter, Jordan.

But Dad, I don’t want to be converted.

“Did I ask if you wanted to be converted?  No I did not, I just warned you that if your grades don’t come up you are going to be enslaved.  I’m not paying good money to have you piss it away.  You either bring your grades up or I’ll be forced to deal with you in the manner I chose, which is having you be enslaved.  It can’t be that hard for you, after all your sister Joan has no problems with the same class load as you are taking.”

If it’s the money, why don’t you just put me in the public school system?

“No, I want you all to have a good education, which is why you all are at Dutch Hall, but I also want to see that you are applying yourself, not just hanging out with your friends and the way I see that is your grades.”

But Daddy, please?

“It’s real simple, get your grades up to at least a B average or it’s a life as a slave for you.”


<The present day, morning at the Holloway home.>

“Jordan, you latest weekly grade report is Not Good.  Low C average over all and two Ds Didn’t I warn you about this?  I’m calling a slaver to have you picked up from school”

But today is picture day, I’m wearing my red dress that you said I’m not get messed up and that’s not a final grade report.  I can bring them up with my finals, please daddy, don’t call the slaver. Please, I can bring them up.

“Nice try Jordan but even I know that you can’t bring a D average up at this point in the school cycle to a B average and you have that in two classes, and they are core classes not blow off electives, you are going to the slave pens, or what ever they do with new slaves.  Have a good life as a slave, because I have one less daughter now…”


<At Dutch Hall private school>

“I’m here from Spellbook Slaves, I’ve got a pick up order for a Jordan Holloway, she’s senior here.  Can you tell me where to find her?

“Oh, that might be tricky, most of the senior girls are out doing their photos for the yearbook now.  I think they were going to use Woodward Park for that.”

Well damn, I don’t want to make several trips all over Eastlake.  Can you check to make sure where she is?

“Yeah, let me make a couple of calls.”  The clerk I was talking to picks up her phone and calls some.  A brief conversation takes place that I really couldn’t hear “OK, yes she is with the girls taking photos out of school and the location is in Woodward Park.  Her sister Joan is in class now, if that helps any.”

Thanks, but no, I don’t have a pick up order for any one but Jordan.  If you can let the photographer know that I’ll be making a capture and that it is sanctioned, so I don’t have to deal with the police on a public capture that would be really good.

“I can do that”

Thanks.

“Sure you don’t want Joan, she’s nearly identical to Jordan and you wouldn’t have to go out the park to get her”

Nope, Mr. Holloway was quite clear he only wanted Jordan picked up, and it had to be today.  Something about the new moon, I didn’t follow what he was saying.


<At Woodward Park>

The Girl in Red

I hate needing to make a capture in public places.  There is just to many things that can go wrong, plus if you aren’t really clear about who you are getting, you may have to deal with the police thinking it is a kidnapping in progress, not a enslavement capture.

I’ve decided that as soon as I am sure that the target is Jordan, she gets tasered.   Yeah, it costs a few bucks for the cartridges, but it makes up it in dealing with a possible runner.  Plus I’m not buying the cartridges, so that is the boss’s problem not mine.  I arrive at the park and ah, park the van.

I see a group of girls standing around in formal dresses and gowns.  I suspect that is where I will find Jordan.    I’ve been told she is wearing a red full length dress, and, if possible, I’m not to mess the dress up beyond what a dry cleaner can fix.  Seems that her sister wants it for a formal.  I don’t understand south-side people some times.  They have money to burn but get twitchy about saving money by using hand-me-downs or shared dresses for their daughters.  What ever, they pay the bills and keep the lights on at good old Spellbook Slaves.  If they weren’t so slave happy for their wives and daughters there is a good chance that I would be out of a job and not being allowed to brutally capture young ladies and MILF types.  In an earlier time, I would be one of those guys that people would say ‘He kept to him self and was a quiet sort of guy’ when I made the nightly news.  Good thing there is a legal way to deal with that sort of fetish now.

I see a girl in a red dress.  I start moving towards her, with my taser in hand, but behind my back.  I get within 25 feet or so, and call out “Hey, Jordan!  I’ve got something for you!“.  Sure enough, the girl in red turns towards me.  Good enough for a capture, if I got the wrong girl, I’m covered as I have a capture document on me, signed by my boss and Mr. Holloway, but I would lose the element of surprise and I would have to go hunting for her.  I pull the taser from behind my back and –Zappa– let her have it.  I hit her in her arm, missing the dress, which  should make the boss and Mr. Holloway happy. She  twitches a bit then goes down like a ton of bricks.  Picture perfect tasering.  I walk up to her twitching body and slap a set of twist cuffs on her.  While she is still out I rummage through her purse and find both her state ID and her school ID.  Got that right teen in a red full length dress.  That’s good.   The other teens are all standing sorta shell shocked.  I look up at them “Go about your business, unless you want to join her.  This is a requested capture and if you try to interfere I can taser you as well.  Interfering with a requested chapter is a state felony, which means you would either be put in jail or converted yourself.  Now scram”  The crowd of teen girls all scatter, other than one who was standing alone from the group of them.  I notice that her dress is an faded off the rack blue light special, a good indicator that she might not be from the same social circle as the rest of them.  “I’m glad you got her.  She was a bitch to me and my friends” she flatly states.  “That’s nice, now go away.”  She hauls out her cell phone, takes a couple of shots of Jordan with the taser darts still in her arm and then says “Thanks.  You don’t know what this means to me” , then walks away.

Jordan starts to around after a few moments.  “Why did you taser me?  I wasn’t doing any thing wrong officer…“, she asks.  “I’m not an officer, I’m a collection agent for Spellbook Slaves and I tasered you because I didn’t want to chase you all over the park if you tried to run.  That being said let me state for the record this: Jordan Holloway, a person with right of conversion has requested that you be enslaved as of this day.  I am taking charge of you now.”  I reply.  She starts crying.   “Oh My God, daddy really did sell me to a slaver, I didn’t think he was serious…”  she sobs.    I pull her upright “Yep, he was serious about  it and I’m here to take you in“.


<At Spellbook Slaves>

OK Boss-man, I’ve got the pickup you sent me out on.  Had to go to Woodward park to get her.  Ah, I used a taser cartridge on her, to make sure she didn’t run  on me.

You are using a lot of those.  Almost 50% more than any one else.  If I didn’t know better I’d say you have a thing for seeing a young woman get stunned by electricity

What can I say.  I also don’t like to chase them down either.  Bad knees and all that”

What ever.  Oh, did her dress survive the capture?  Mr. Holloway wants it back, if possible.

Yeah, I hit her in the arm and she didn’t thrash around that much.  Got a few grass marks on it, but a dry cleaner should be able to fix it.  No tears or rips any way.  I took the liberty of removing it from her before I put her in the van.  Here it is.

That’s great, take her back to the holding cell,  It’s the new moon and those nuts at the dark temple often buy a teenager for one of their “Brides of the Dark Lord” of some thing like that on new moons.  If they do, she fits the description of the type of girl the use as a bride, so there isn’t any reason to put her in the pens.  Plus having a nude teen in the holding cell makes for a good ice breaker for some customers.  Shows what we are all about and all that.  If they don’t call by 5:00 then you can take her back to the pens.  Make sure it’s a bit cold in there so her nipples are nice and hard.  Not too cold, don’t want her freezing or any thing, just hard nipples.


<At The Dark Temple>

My dread lord, it has come time to perform a high dark mass and give a bride in death to the Dark Lord and we have no usable sacrifices.  We must obtain a new one for the Dark Lord.  We do have two harlots that will act as handmaids, just we have no bride.

Call the slaver and have them send us their youngest recent slave, one that hasn’t been a slave for more than 48 hours, I have it on highest authority that Spellbook Slaves should have one that meets our needs this day.

It shall be as you command my dread lord.

<Some time passes>

Let me examine these new bride of the Dark One.  Ah, yes, she will do nicely.  Are you a virgin by any chance my dear?

Ah, no sir, not for over a year…

Ah,I feared as much.  You can still serve the Dark One as his death bride.  Jameson! We must find a virgin of proper age and breeding to serve as the Dark One’s life bride.

I shall ask in the marketplace of flesh to find a bride to fill his needs.  I shall start tomorrow as the sun rises, if that pleases you, my dread lord…

Yes, that will do.  Send up the stone masons, we must prepare the altar for her sacrifice.

Please sir, don’t kill me, I can do much more…

The only thing that you could have done that would save your life, you cast aside.  Only the pure in body may serve as the life bride of the Dark Lord.

But sir, I have an over 90% rating in all of my holes, I can make you feel very good.  Let me show you…

You think that you can use your womanly wiles on me to prevent me from giving you to the Dark Lord?  I am stronger than you think.  I look at your temptation and cast it aside, like you cast away your purity.  I have decided that you will die as the sun sets today.  And because you tried to stop me from my sworn duties as the dread lord of the Dark Lord, I will have you suffer death on high altar.  The Dark Lord will feed on your beating heart.

A few hours later, Jordan is tied nude and spread-eagle atop the main altar in the Dark Temple.  The cult begins to chant first slowly and at a low volume, but increasing in volume as they chant faster and faster.

Take this sacrifice oh Dark Lord.  We give her unto you.  Take her as your wife. Take this sacrifice, take this sacrifice, take her as your wife.

Bring forth the handmaids!

Two nude blond slave girls are dragged to in front of the altar, where two nooses are lowered from the rafters.

The handmaidens of the dark lord

Hang them and let their death prepare the way for the bride.

With that the two hapless slaves are hauled up to slowly strangle.

Take them as your handmaids oh Dark Lord, take them, take them.” the assembled people chant.

As soon as the handmaids kick their last, the high priest picks up the bright silvered blade from the altar. “With this blade I offer this sacrifice to you as your bride in death“, holding the blade flat across his hands.

I consecrate this blade to act as your Dark Member as you take your bride in death

Jordan struggles to get free, but is unable to do so.  The high priest brings his blade up.

Bless this blade, bless this blade, bless this blade” chants the cult, faster and faster.  The high priest raises the blade above his head, then slams it down into Jordan’s chest.  He then cuts away at her ribs opening a hole big enough to expose her beating heart. He pulls the blade out, then reaches into Jordan’s chest cavity and pulls the still beating heart from her body.

Bride of the Dark Lord

Take this beating heart as you just due and take this body as your bride in death as is your rightly privilege .

“Take her!  Take Her! Take Her!” chant the cult members as Jordan dies, her eyes focused on her beating heart held above her head, the blood dripping onto her face.

As the dark mass ends, the hooded members file out of the altar chamber.  The high priest taps on man on the shoulder as he exits the room.  “Brother Holloway, I want to thank you for allowing your daughter to become this solar cycle’s dead bride of the Dark Lord.

John Holloway looks the high priest in the eye “I thank you for your words.  Maybe I can get her twin sister for the next life marriage, I think she qualifies in all respects, assuming that the Dark Lord doesn’t care about what she has had in her mouth when he judges purity.  It’s almost too bad the Jordan wasn’t pure enough, I would have liked seeing her being used as the altar for Great Rites.”

The Dark Lords cares only for purity of the womb, not of any other places

John nods his head “The next life marriage is next month, correct”

Yes, when the moon is full in the sky

“I shall attempt to make her ready.”

 

 

 

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>

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.”

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.