Yep, while naked and drunk. I wish she had been sober because the trend on her body style is going up.
But you turned her down.
Yep. Even a high value slave isn’t worth possible lose of my license.
I see. Well, she’s 19 she can do what she wants and there isn’t any thing I can do about it any more.
You are aware that parents can covert their daughter up to age 24, right?
No, I didn’t know that I thought it was until 18. You say her body type is going up in value?
Yep. She’s 700 after taxes, easy.
Let me get back to you after I talk to my wife.
Spellbook Slaves how can I help you?
Mr. West! Just the man I wanted to talk to. This is Becky Burton, house mom at the delta-delta-delta sorority. We met at the university get together a few months ago. You said to call if I needed help with my girls and I think I do. Seems that 8 of them didn’t make grades this time around and national says we have to convert them. If we use the school, well, I’d rather them not go that way. But national says we can sell them to a licensed slaver after the paper work clears converting them due to contract default.
So you would rather sell them to us than use the school’s slaving service.
Yes. The last group, from a different sorority, all got sold to either `Sucker` or to the Torture Channel. While I don’t really care, I’m working on my own mistress license I sorta feel like that’s not the best use for these girls.
You know I’m going to sell them on and if Suckers or TTC makes me the right offer I will sell to them.
How often do you do that?
To Suckers? Fairly often, assuming either the price is right or they have the right, ah, skills. To TCC? Not recently, we had a bad break up around 2015 or so. Not that I have any thing against torturing slaves, you under stand, but they were cutting into my bottom line with a contract that gave them first refusal on all my slaves at a serious deep discount. I declined to renew it in 2015, on the principle that I didn’t need a guaranteed sale for every slave I got if it cost me 50% of the normal sale price. Any rate send me a photo of the converted girls and I’ll make you an offer…..
OK. I’m liking what I am seeing here. I’ll make you an offer of 400 bucks each.
And what do you think they will sell for?
About a grand, but $250 of that is federal tax. Do you want me to come get them or not?
Oh, what the hell, come get them.
<Ding> Ah a walk in.
Welcome to Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you? Oh, excuse me. What can I do for you Mistress?
I just got my license and I want to buy a few slaves. Got any dumb sorority girl types?
Funny you should ask for that, I just got off the phone with the house mom for the Tri-delts and I’m picking up 8 ASAP. Care to come along and get first pick?
Mr. West, I need to talk to you about your yearly fees.
Great. Just what I want to talk about. I’m being serious. I think I want to drop the hunter’s license. It’s just not worth it. I know I spent a ton of cash to get it going but right now it looks like paying the 50 grand is just throwing good money after bad.
Are you sure about this? If you change your mind it will be 200 grand to start up again.
To get my money back I need to get a little over 250 girls a year. And that is assuming I clear $200 per slave after taxes and right now, I’m just not getting that. . That’s damn near one per work day and with the school work I’m doing I just don’t have the time to hunt that much. Plus more and more places are putting up “Nudity allowed” signs, which cuts way down on the real hunting areas and bars and restaurants just aren’t calling in “crazy chicks” any more. You just don’t find that many prime women walking around in nudity forbidden areas any more. No, let expire, I’ve got what, 45 days left on this years? I’ll go on a few more hunts, but this is the end, at least for now. I think the money would be better spent on working with wedding planers and getting a few more contacts with business that do contract default conversions.
Docket ending 2275, Megan Tate vs Spellbook Slaves, Honorable Judge Stone presiding.
Ms. Tate? Care to make your first remarks? I understand this is a conversion legality case. Care to explain why you don’t think it was a legal conversion?
Yes your honor. It’s quite simple, in the three cases of sex in question I was the dominate mistress, and Rose should not have been granted Person of Personal Contact status vs me.
Mr. West, your statement.
Yes your honor it’s quite simple. Rose Patton, our client, engaged in three separate lesbian sex acts with Ms. Tate, while wearing a strap on device. In none of the sex acts did Ms. Tate wear a strap on device. The White Slave Act of 2000 act, as amended in 2016 is quite clear, the women wearing the strap on device is the Person of Personal Contact.
But I’m the dominate! I’m the mistress!
Your honor, Ms. Tate is not a mistress as defined by the WSA2000 and Oklahoma law. She is only a dominate in sex games she played with Ms. Patton. We do not dispute that Ms. Patton is, or was, the submissive in their partnership, what we do state, however, is that in the relationship the one with the device was Ms. Patton, not Ms. Tate.
Can I see the proof of penetration that you accepted for the conversion?
That’s not what a strap-on device normally looks like Mr. West.
We submit that the law only says strap-on device, and doesn’t say where the device must be placed on the person wearing it.
But your honor, you can clearly see that I was the person in command during those sex acts. I should be allowed to sell Rose, not the other way around.
Ms. Tate, I can see by the proof supplied that you have no ground to be a Person of Personal Contact as defined by the White Slave Act of 2000, as amended, However I will need to reflect on Ms. Patton status. 10 minute recess.
Mr West, what do you think our chances?
Well, the possibility that you would be enslaved went out the window when he said that Megan had no standing as a PPC, so if you were worried about that, we are clear on it. And if he does find in your favor, well, she’s famous now, that will probably triple her resale value, assuming you want to sell her.
ALL RISE, THE HONORABLE JUDGE STONE
As I previously stated, I find no grounds for Ms. Tate to claim to be a Person of Personal Contact under the White Slave Act of 2000, as amended. I do find that Ms. Patton was, in fact, wearing a strap-on device designed as a sexual device as defined by the White Slave Act of 2000 and therefor does have standing as a Person of Personal Contact as defined by the White Slave Act of 2000 as amended. Ms. Tate’s motion for improper conversion is deigned. The conversion stands.
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.
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.
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.
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?”
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…
“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?
Shut up and suck my cock cow.
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.
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.”
“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?
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?
“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.
Spellbook Slaves, what can we do for you today?
You can come on down to the Fine Fox and collect the six losers of the stripper of the month contest. It starts in an hour.
Yeah, I added a “Super Grand Prize” option with a $20,000 prize to the winner. What they didn’t realize is that not being the winner would be a conversion. Two girls decided that they would be happy with the normal $500 prize and didn’t sign that version of the contest contract.
How do you know that they are the losers if the contest doesn’t start for an hour?
Oh, easy, I’ve already decided 1st and 2nd which is all that matters. Simple really, did they blow me this week? If yes, they win.
OK then, do you have the names of the soon to be losers?
Ardelle Wesley,Candis Dye,Shirleen Mcadams ,Selena Berg ,Catrina Bisson and Charita Inman. I’ve got their ID with me now if that will help. Told them that I needed it for tax purposes. Explain to me how this works exactly. I got the contract off the web, and my lawyer said that any one that signed it as the contestant deserved what they get, but I don’t quite see how I get money from the deal.
Hold on, let me check. Read off the contract number from the web site you got it from.
Yeah, OK, I see that one. Basically it’s you, as a holder of the contract get half their sale value, after taxes are taken out. I as the seller get the other half as my fee. Or I could just offer you a flat amount before they are sold if you don’t want to risk it being a slow week at the slave market.
Let’s do that. How about $500 each?
Send me a picture of them, if you can. A phone shot will be fine.
OK looking at them, I can go 500. No problem there.
Hello and what can Spellbook Slaves do for you tonight?
Oh, hello Jim, what’s going on? You have arrested 4 teens for underage drinking in public? Yeah, so?
Oh, their parents would not pay the fine and it’s gone on to night court? And Judge Harper is on the bench tonight? So they have been converted already and Spellbook Slaves is on the top of the list for right of first refusal tonight… No, what do you mean that we are 3rd on the list. What’s wrong with them? One of them is Amy Edwards, Damon Edwards daughter? You mean councilman Edwards? His oldest? Why the hell didn’t he pay the fine? Oh, he’s out of the country on a fact finding mission. OK. Why didn’t his wife pay the fine then? Oh, his 3rd wife, and the girl is from the 1st marriage. OK I can see why this is a problem. Let me call you back… What do you mean, I can’t call you back, I have to decided right now? You will call the next slaver on the list if I don’t make a decision. Ah, shit. Boss man is will have my hide if I let prime slaves get out from under us, but I also don’t want Damon Edwards on my case. Shit. OK, I’ll take them. I know what the boss will do, I just guessing about the councilman.
Hello and what can Spellbook Slaves do for you tonight? You want to turn your self in for conversion?
We can do that. Give me your name so I can start the paper work. Did you say `Joanne Edwards`. Ah, you wouldn’t be related to Damon Edwards would you? Oh, your his wife. Can I ask why you want to be converted tonight? Oh. You didn’t know that there wasn’t a wait before your step daughter went before a judge and you thought you could straighten it out in the morning. Oops. So you are going to make your self into a slave to avoid dealing with your husband. Oh, I see, he threatened some one over hurting his little darling and you thing he will sell you to a butcher for letting her get converted. I see. Well, I’ll be by in an hour to get you, right after I pick up the little darling. Yes, that’s irony for you.
Hey, boss, It’s me. Got a bit of an issue. Want the long or short version. OK Short version it is. I bought councilman Edwards oldest daughter Amy, and his wife wants to do a voluntary conversion. Yes, Damon Edwards. Well, the daughter was part of a package of 4 drunk in public teens and Judge Harper was on the bench. Yeah, they were converted as soon as they came in, more or less, you know what he is like. And the Mrs. Edwards, Joanne, is converting her self because she doesn’t want to be sold to a butcher when he gets back from where ever it is he is fact finding from. Any rate I’ve got to pick up the teens and Mrs. Edwards. Oh, you will pick up the teens and get Joanne. You want her address? Oh, you know them personally. Great. OK I’ll just be here seeing if I can get in more trouble. No, not really trying, just seems to happen that way.
Ding! The door. Odd, don’t get much traffic at this time of night. I look up, it’s a blonde with nice tits.
Can I sell myself into slavery here?
Well, this might be fun. “Sorta. You can volunteer for conversion, but you can’t really sell your self. If you volunteer, no money changes hands. It’s only when someone with selling rights sells a free woman into slavery that money changes hands. Or of course, when a slave is sold, but that’s not what you are talking about.”
“So if I want to be made a slave my parents don’t get any money?”
Right. Is that a problem?
Well, no, I just thought that if I was sold into slavery some one would get money.
If your parents wanted to, they could sell you, but if you volunteer they get, well, squat.
Good, what do I need to do?
Well you can start by giving me your name
Oh great. Any relation to Joanne Edwards?
Yeah, I’m her step-daughter.
And why, if I may ask, are you wanting to become a slave?
Well, it’s sorta personal. Short version, I’m a sub but Daddy wants me to become a mistress and I can’t see myself doing that. And if I wait until he gets back from Crete, it will be to late, as the class would have started and once you are in the classes he wants me in you either graduate or get snuffed. So I have to get out of his hands before he gets back next week.
OK. Just out of curiosity how many sisters or step sisters do you have?
Just Amy. From dad’s first marriage.
OK, you can start by stripping down and filling out this paperwork. I’ll run your ID and get you converted as fast as possible. Just so you will know, Amy was converted by Judge Harper tonight because your step mom fucked up. She, Joanne that is, knowing how your dad feels about Amy, also converted herself to avoid being snuffed and eaten, so don’t be surprised to see them in the holding cell.
The scene: A typical upper middle class home in South-side Eastlake. Two women, both in their mid to late 40’s are talking to each other over a cup of tea. “Georgia, Where is Samantha? I haven’t seen her around for a couple of days?” asks Michelle Stokes, the older of the two. “Well, Michelle, I turned her in. They even gave me a debit card with $400 loaded on it. I should have done that years ago. She was just to willful of a child, and once she turned 18 there was no end to her “I’m an adult now, you can’t tell me what to do.”
“Turned her in? You mean you sold her as a slave?”
“Well”, replied Georgia, “I had to do something with her and the police said there wasn’t any thing they could do, and the family court said she was too old to foster out. Both of them, the police sergeant and the court clerk I spoke with recommended these people Spellbook S&G as the fix to my problem.”
Michelle nodded “I might want to talk to them about Erika, she is getting to be to big for her britches. Like you said, picked up an attitude when she turned 18, not that she was all that polite of a child start with. Do you have these Spellbook people’s number or a card?”
Later that day, same kitchen:
“Erika, I had a nice talk with Georgia Baldwin this morning, you know, Samantha’s mother? Seems the reason we haven’t seen Samantha is because Georgia sold her. For only $400, the silly goose. I checked around on the internet and found that Samantha should have sold for closer to $700, maybe more. At any rate, $700 is what I’m looking at for you.”
“Mom, you can’t mean that”.
Oh yes, I can. Now strip down so the men in the living room can take you away.
08:30 AM – Open the shop. A family is waiting for me to open the doors.
“Do you do floggings?”
Oh shit, it’s going to be one of those days “No, not of free women”
“Oh. Can you like make some one a slave for just like a day?”
“Nope. Well, that isn’t quite true, but the taxes are steep, you would have to pay $250 taxes, take control of the slave, then pay a $500 manumission tax, plus our fees”
The husband and the wife step back and start talking low to each other. The 2 teen daughters stand by the door.
The husband and wife come up to my desk. He bends over and say to me in a low tone of voice “We have decided that we are just going to sell them to you. Make me an offer.”
I bring up the slave-net price guide “Age?”
“18 and 19” he replies
I start to enter data in to the ‘Make an offer’ form, checking the blonde hair color and normal build boxes. “Are they tested for sex skills? Or do they have any certs of training for non sexual skills?”
“Well, I have their latest report cards.” says the wife “They aren’t very good, which is why I wanted them flogged“.
“Any thing that might bring their value up? For example are they virgins?”
The father shakes his head “Not that I know of, and they have had boys over to often while alone for me to think they are virgins any more.”
I finish off the form. “Assuming no other factors, the current price for a teen with no extra skills is around $500, so I can offer you a grand for the pair. Do you want to convert them?”
They look at each other, she nods “Yeah, let do that.”
“So you want a paper check or a debit card with the $1000 on it?”
“Plastic will be fine.”
I grab a blank debit card from the safe under the desk, and enter the data in the computer to activate it for $1000.00 USD and hand it to the husband. The mother walks over to the girls and says “Strip. We have decided to sell you“.
09:15 AM – A brunette with large tits walks in
“Can I volunteer to be a slave here? I mean so I can be sold?‘
“Yes, I can convert you if that is what you want.” I reply to her.
As soon as I said that, she starts to strip.
“Do I have any choice as to who I get sold to?”
A common question “Well, sort of. We offer a “Right of first refusal” service, where you can give us the name of some one that we will contact to see if they want to buy you.”
That’s close enough for me “Call Louis Little and tell him Cathy Rice is for sale”
After putting Cathy in the holding cell, I give Mr. Little a call. He informs me that he will make a decision about her by end of the day.
10:15 The boss comes in and starts talking to me “You know those slave stocks in the park down town?”
I allow that I know what he is talking about
“Well, despite the warning on them”, he continues “two women are in them now. According to the park police, their boyfriends talked them into having their pictures taken in the pillory, but left after they were in. They have been in them long enough for the conversion to have taken. Go get them.”
11:00 After returning from the park I’ve got a bad case of need my cock sucked. Fortunately a side benefit of working for a slave shop is that you can get your cock sucked pretty much when ever you have a time for a break. I tell the boss I’m taking a break and will be back after I get my rocks off. “Break in one of the new slaves. Use the harness to keep her in place“. Got to love a job where the boss tells you face fuck a new slave. Actually there isn’t much about this job I don’t like.
Louis Little called back, says that he is willing to pay $800 for her. I take his card info and process the sale. The slave with the free name of Cathy Rice seems happy when I tell her.
A pale redhead walks in. “Can I find out how much I’m worth? It’s for a school project.”
“Sure“, I reply, “do you want the full test or just the non invasive version?”
She stops for a second “What is the difference?”
“Well the full invasive test also checks the tightness of your vagina, ass and does a test on basic oral skills. It’s also $50 to run and takes about 30 minutes. The non-invasive test is free and all you have to do is strip down and let me take a set of photos of you and run them through a computer program.”
“I’ll do the free one“, she replies after thinking a few seconds.
While she is stripping down, I get her name, age, weight, bra size and measurements and enter them into the program. I take 4 photos of her, from various angles. After a few seconds the program returns an estimated value for a slave with no tested skills of her body type, age and hair color as $650, before taxes. To be honest that is higher than I thought it would be, a fact I tell her when I give her the print out.
“Well thank you.”
“Have a nice day miss.”
1:30 PM – A slightly dishevled and slightly drunk middle aged man enters. “I want to see any MILF types you got.”
“Do they have to be actually a mother, or just of that age?” I ask.
He pauses, thinking about that. “Nah, don’t got to be a mother, just not be a teen or twenty something. No big ass tits either, more than a handful is a waste I say…”
As he keeps muttering about tits and ass, I bring up the database of slaves on hand. We have 6 that might be what he is looking for. “If you will follow me, sir, I can show you what we have in stock.”
I have him wait in the intake “clinic” while I bring the 6 “MILFS” up. He stands there, watching. After 45 seconds or so “They got names?”
“Technically, no, but I do have their free names”. I pull out the print out “From left to right we have Karen Thompson, Rochelle Frank, Rosie Freeman, Margarita Scott, Anita Kelly and Sue Casey”
He points at Anita “The red head with the pig tails. How much for her?”
I check the print out. “$650, plus tax. The tax is $250, so you are looking at $900 walk away price”
I can do that. Here take my card and run it.
2:00 PM The phone rings. And rings. And rings. I’m not on phone duty, but I hate listening to a phone ring. I look over and see both the other clerks are on the phone. Damn. Hate this.
“Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you?”
“Well, I don’t know if you can, but I told them I would try. Seems I got 5, ah, women, in my bar that after not being able to get any one to buy them drinks, got well, naked, and told me “Call a slaver, he will take us, even if you limp dicks won’t” They are bothering my customers. Did I mention this is a gay bar?”
I hold back a giggle. “Yeah, I can help you out. Give me your address and I will get there as soon as possible.”
Thank you so much!
I inform the boss of the deal and ask if he wants to handle it or what? He tosses me the keys to the slave van “You took the call, you do the work“.
I arrive at the address given and walk in. Spotting the women in question isn’t all that hard, they are the only women in the bar, much less the only ones naked.
“Hello Ladies, I’m from Spellbook Slaves and I’ve been told that if you don’t get a drink bought for you that you would rather be a slave, is that right?”
5 heads nod up and down and they all say “yeah“, or words to that effect.
“OK, let’s make sure of this“. I turn to the men in the bar “Does any one want to buy any of these ladies a drink? Last call!”
Most of the men holler back “Fuck No” or again, words to that effect.
“OK, ladies, follow me out to the van. Let me tell you this, the moment you get into the van of your own free will you will have legally committed yourself to being converted, assuming nothing that disqualifies you happens. So, if you aren’t sure, put your clothes back on and walk out the door.” None of them move. “OK then, let’s go.”