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.”

Waiting on the Slaver

Waiting on the Slaver

Emily, you’re naked.

Damn Jennifer, you don’t miss a detail do you.  I’m just waiting on the slaver to come pick me up.

Did you parents convert you?  Damn…

No, I volunteering ahead of them doing it.  I heard them talking last night during their bridge game that they were going to convert “one of the girls” and roast her for the next game.

Wait, don’t your parents play bridge with mine?  Maybe I ought to volunteer as well.

Up to you, but almost anything is better than being a pig on a spit…

 

 

They Aren’t Real Part II

Tit Torture

Well, how about today we find out if you rupture a tit bag?

First things first, let get you ball gagged, don’t want to listen to you scream or beg for mercy.

OK, now goes the basic harness.   Kinda tight around the base, but not all that tight.  Now the mid tit bands.  Want these as tight as we can get them.  Oh, felt an implant give way.  Might have done some damage to it.

Now this  is a quarter inch oak dowel. I’m going to beat your tits with it until I get tired or your tits fall off.

<SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK>

Several minutes  passes with the tits getting hit about once every 5 seconds or so.

<SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK> <SMACK>

Well, if those implants aren’t broken now they aren’t going to break.

 

Converted in 3 easy steps.

Ass
Cunt
Blowjob

Mr. Kelly is there any thing I can do to raise my grades?

Why, yes Jasmine, there are 3 things you can do.  Come by my office tomorrow and we will start talking about them.

Yes Mr. Kelly.

<The next day>

Mr. Kelly, you said there are 3 things I could do, tell me…

Well, Jasmine, you can get fucked in the ass, fucked in the cunt or you can give a blow job.  With your grades I recommend you do all three.

But…

Or you can fail a core class.  Your call.

Well, OK, but be gentle with me, I’m close to a virgin.


<Teacher’s Lounge>

Mike!  How are you doing?  I’ve got a conversion I need you to process.

Oh?

Yeah, silly cunt decided that she would fuck for grades, so I took pictures over the course of the week of fucking and sucking.  Got one in each hole, does that count?

Yes, it does.  Let me see your proof shots.  Who’s the `lucky` girl?

Jasmine Edwards.

Wait.  That name rings a bell .   Oh.  I see, yeah she’s signed up for Mistress Training.  Too bad she didn’t get to take it.

Converted

Jasmine Edwards? May I have a word with you?

Yes Mr. West! Is this about my being Mistress in Training?

Well,  No.  It’s about you fucking and sucking Mr. Anderson where he could record it.  He has asked me to have you converted under the Person of Personal Contact clause of the WSA2000.

What!  No, I did that for grades, not for, you know fun.  Doesn’t my grades count as a item of value?

No, no, they don’t.

They aren’t real…

Unreal Tits

<Ding!>

Welcome to Spellbook Slaves!  How can I help you?

Well, I bought me a slave a while back, had some work done on her and I want to sell her off now.

When you say you had some work done?

Tits, dude.  I had big tits installed.  That was a mistake…

Why is that?

Well, she got uppity.  Started talking about “to good to be a slave” and things like that.  After a few months it got old.  So I uploaded a picture of her to one of the grading sites and it came back as “Prime plus”, which made me all sorts of happy, figured I could get my money back and then some.  Took her to Hill’s Fine Meats.  They turned her down as a live roaster and offered me $400 as a B class parts sow for her.  Seems that fake tits are a bad thing when it comes to roasting.  I’ve tried `The Torture Channel` and they only offered a flat rate of $600 for her, they don’t care about slave grade.  Both of them said I should try a local firm, and your name came up in both cases.  So here I am.  Please tell me you want her…

Do you care about what happens to her after you sell her?    Because I have a client that has bought a few slaves just because they have big tits.  But here is the deal, he’s a wack job that gets off on torturing them to death.

Look, I took her to Hill’s and TCC, do you think I care?

OK, I’ll you make an offer of $800 for her.

I’ve got over twice that much in her tits!

I’m sorry, want me to get Mr. West for you, he’s the owner…

Yes please.


Can I help you?

I hope so.  My name is Gordon McDonald  and I need to sell you a slave.  I’ve got just under two grand in her tits and I got to at least break even on her.  She got rated as prime plus.

Can I see you certificate of rating? Oh.  This is from a web site, isn’t it.  They don’t take into account fake tits.  Just a question, saline or silicone?

Silicone, it was cheaper, why?

Well, that rules out spit roast.  FDA rules on the subject are explicit, no spit roasting, live or dead, of a meat source with silicone body implants that have  not been removed.  Let me make a couple of calls.


“Lester, how is it going?”

“Yeah, that’s great.  Glad to here that,  So hey, the reason I called is I wanted to know if you are still in the market for blonds with huge tits or not?”

“You are, great.  Let me send you a pic of one that just came into my shop”

“Oh, you like that do you?”

“Three grand?  Are you sure?  OK, I’ll get her for you then”


Mr. McDonald, I’ve got a client that is willing so spend prime plus money on her.   I’ll offer you $2,500 and that is my best offer.

OK, I’ll take it.


The price of big tits.

Some time later in a “deserted” farm house.

So, Missy, tell me your name.  Mine is Lester, and yes, I’m a molester.  No, better yet, don’t tell me.  I don’t care.

Let start with some with getting you into a harness….

OK.  oh, you figured it out.  You have to keep your head back or you will choke yourself out.  Don’t want that, do you.

Lets move on with getting some middle if the breast bands on.  Now I’ve got to warn you, that’s going to turn your tits purple.  I hope you don’t mind.  Oh wait, I don’t care if you mind, in fact I hope you do care and don’t want it.

OK.  Next up is bands around the base of those melons.  Now you hold still, this is tricky.


Tits with Electrodes

…The next day…

Today, I’m going to use my  variable transformer on you.  I’ve learned that I can’t do from tit to tit, so I’m going to do it on one tit at a time.  What I do is this.  Put a needle in like so…  Then another one like this, then hook up the wires to the needle electrodes, then push this button…

<YAHHHH>

Never get tired of hearing that.  No let’s push it up to 4, from 2.

<YAHHHHHHHH>

Oh yes.   Let’s try 7 of 9.

<AH>

Damn it, she passed out.  Hope I didn’t kill this bitch. Holly, come clean this one up and tell me if she’s alive or not,  I’m going shopping.


Tits as stars

Well, looks like you can take a 7 with out kicking the bucket…

No, please master, don’t do that again.

Oh shut you gob hole.  Today I’m going to make your tits into stars.  See, I take these here long needles and I push them through you tit like this…  And like this…  And finally like this.  See, you tit is a star.

<AHHHH>

And now the other one.   Push   and  Push  and Push.   OK I’m going to spay these down with a mixture of salt water and alcohol, don’t want them to get infected do we?

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Interview

Sonya how do you feel about nudity?

Ah, why you ask?

Because I want to send you to the Miss Eastlake contest to interview some of the contestants but their media package says that only fully nude female media are allowed to speak to the contestants.

Oh.  I see.  Is sweep week coming up?

Why, yes, yes it is.


Sigh   OK I’ll strip on TV for you.

The Interview

Hello Josh, I’m interviewing Rita Garrett, who is considered to be one of the front runners here at Miss Eastlake. She took first in the wet tee shirt contest and scored in the top 10% in the non sexual skills tests.  How do you feel about your chances here today, Rita?

Well, Sonya, I feel pretty good.  I took the wet tee shirt contest, despite some tough competition and my NS Skills were in the 90%.  Now all I have left is, of course, the sex skills test and the final interview.  And I’m not worried about those at all.  My boyfriend says that I can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, so I’m not worried about the oral and that’s 70% of the score this year.

Rita, how do you feel about the new contest conversion rules?  In the past, only the bottom 50% were converted, but now they have changed it.  How do you feel about it?

Well, as I understand it, and I’ve read the contract several times, placing 4th through 10th is a conversion as well as being in the lower 33%, so it’s actually a better chance of not being converted than before.  But I’m in  this to win it, so I’m not worried about coming 4th.

 

The 4th of July Roast

Getting the Fire Ready

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

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

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

“Debbie!”

“Yes Master”

Roast Prep.

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

“Yes Master.  Thank you master!”

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

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

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

Cindy Gives Thanks

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

“Yes master. ”

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

“Yes master, thank you master”

“Less talk, more lick.”

River gets roasted

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

“But what about next time?”

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

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