White Slave Act of 2000 – This blog is based on a universe where in 2000 the US, followed by most of the world, allowed the enslavement of females. Very much not work safe. Also very much misogynist and more than a touch psychopathic. You have been warned.

Hang the cow

Late morning, Hill’s Fine Meat.

Ding! It’s the door.

I look up, it’s a sort of thick brunette.

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

Two, I would like to hang the cow.

Three, I wish 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 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 intend to snuff one.

OK, but why be snuffed yourself?

Because if I’m not good enough for anyone, 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?

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 meat bag 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 one as well?

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 Cindi here that I really loved only her.

Well, you might want to wait until you see the alternate meat on the Vlad 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 any difference?

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

From the Vlad, Wendy speaks up.

Well, you called me meat bag when we were fucking. I knew you really wanted me as meat, not as your girlfriend.

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

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 started 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, but gut her alive.

Sure, just have to run the simple gutting, that will keep her lungs and heart in place, but remove her intestines and other organs. If we don’t do a gutting, a Vlad has an 85% survival rate. With a simple gutting, it’s still over 50%. Let me do that now…

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

I check my watch.

She 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 Cindi 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 meat bag gets converted to just meat. I don’t want my meat thing to kick in.

She will be $800, she’s just for making soup, and that’s not a big seller this time of year.

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.

Cindi didn’t want to get on the Vlad, having seen what it did to Wendy.

Get on the Vlad, or it will be much worse for you.

How could it be worse?

Well, you could get tasered, for starters.

Ever try to move a 300 plus cow from the floor to a spitting machine? 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 will 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, then I will use the drug cocktail that stimulates the nerves. It’s in effect an anti-pain killer.

Oh god, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you guys came through. Great teen cocksucker, 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 it pleases you. I barf up a lot of food. I don’t eat much even if I don’t barf it up, well, apart from cum. I’ll eat as much of that as I can get and swallow.

Girl’s Soccer Becomes a Little Interesting.

Spellbook Slaves, morning shift.

So, Mike, what do you know about girl’s soccer?

Very little. They seldom have “high stakes” games where the losing team is sold off, and they don’t tend to have cheerleaders, so that source is out as well. Why do you ask?

Well, Dutch Hall has an international “high stakes” game vs. a Japanese team. They are going to auction off “the team that does not win” at the end of the game. Granted, it appears that it’s their B team, but a teen athlete is a teen athlete. I got no clue about the Japanese team.

The whole team, or one at a time?

The entire team, as I understand it.

Do you have to be present to bid?

Yes, according to the flyer.

OK, have Scott bid if the majority of the girls look worth bidding on. We’ll deal with less than ideal slaves if we get some. Evan, take Ian and Vicky to help load them into the vans. Wait a minute. This is soccer. Don’t those frequently end in tie games? What happens then?

Well, they don’t say, but based on their wording and given it is Dutch Hall, I suspect that it means that both teams get sold.

Hmm. Make it so, number one.

You have been watching that space show reruns again haven’t you boss?

Just get the girls. Make sure you have enough space to take both teams if that happens.

On it boss. We’ll use the minibus and the larger van.

OK. You want me to go talk to whom? The coaches, the head ref, or what?

I suspect you need to talk to the head of athletes. Clear up what happens if there is a tie.

Excuse me Mistress, but I’m with Spellbook Slaves, and we have a question about what happens if there is a tie?

Well, that means neither team won, now, doesn’t it?

Well, that’s one way of looking at it. Also, neither team lost.

Well, the contract says won, so if it’s a tie, both teams get sold. And it’s not like it’s all that important, these girls are the B team mostly anyway.

Thank you, Mistress, I’ll pass that on to Mr. Branch. Why he didn’t know is a secret that he’s not sharing.

It might have something to do with no cheerleaders. They are really the only reason he watches games. Plus, he might be busy with that Mistress in Training class of his. I swear he spends more time with them than he does in general slaving operations. I’m planing on registering a complaint with the school administration about that if he doesn’t change his ways.

Ah, yeah, I’ll pass that on as well.

Thank you, please do that.

Mr. Branch? She says both teams get sold. And she’s not happy about the fact that you spend too much time training mistress and not enough time doing slaver work.

Yeah, she always says that. She’s pissed because she can’t give warnings to my students and most of the time, well, they are trivial things, so I don’t award a warning. I really do spend about 75% of my time dealing with “normal” students.

OK, well come to the annual match with our sister school in Japan, the International School of the Blessed Heart. This year, well, we decided to make it high stakes. The team that isn’t the winner will be auctioned off at the end of the game. Plus, this year the game will be played nude, so they will be ready for the pitch side auction.

Allow me to introduce the team from Dutch Hall. Come on out ladies.

Rosemary Petersen, Viola Beard, Jan Stafford, Sherri Harvey, Felicia Stanton, April Jacobson, Maria Mann and Daisy McClain. They have all be conditionally converted, for this game only, with the full knowledge and permission of their parents. Take a good look at them, you might be buying them later today, but we hope not.

OK, let’s see the Blessed Heart team. Now they have 2 more than the normal maximum of 11 players, to allow for illness or injury before today’s game. The already played vs. Eastwood school in Dallas, Texas and won 2-1.

Sekiguchi Megu, Seno Maki, Kauai Hazuki, Enatsu Michiko, Ohori Kayami, Tokuma China, Kaneshiro Tanaka, Tsukiyomi Leiko, Takagaki Satsuki, Takano Fuyu, Kozato Taru, Kawakami Mariko and Senri Harukichi. Even though 2 of their players, Mariko and Harukichi, aren’t in today’s roster, all of them will be sold if they don’t win. They are aware of the risk they are taking, and it is with the full knowledge and permission of both their school and their parents. Let the game begin!

Ok, Vicky, care to clue me in on how long this may take?

Why would I know?

Well, you’re a girl and soccer is a girl’s sport mainly.

Well, I didn’t play it. Didn’t play any sport, too risky. Easy way of being converted. Of course, that ended up not mattering to me, but I tried.

Two 45 minute periods, Scott. I played in Jr. High.

Thank you, Ian.

10 minutes into the game:

Is it just me, or is this even more boring than baseball?

Hey, baseball isn’t boring! But yeah, this is pretty boring.

20 minutes into the game:

Is anybody going to score? And who do we want to win?

Don’t care, both teams look worth getting. Leaning towards wanting Dutch Hall to win, the “exotic” factor of the Japanese will help resale.

Half-time:

It’s still no score. This is boring. Can I go back to the bus and read?

No, we need to show support for our school.

Your school, not mine.

OK, let’s see if ANYBODY can score in this half.

15 minutes into the 2nd half

No score, still. This is really the most boring sport I’ve watched.

I got to agree with her.

Yeah, this is less than exciting. But look at this way, if nobody wins, we’ll probably get both teams. We don’t have much competition. The Torture Channel is just looking for cheap teen snuff bunnies and isn’t going to bid any where near parity. Hill’s left after seeing what the girls looked like, and We Be Slaves isn’t here at all. I don’t understand why Hill’s even came out, most athletic girls aren’t their general type, apart from parts girls, and they seem to have the redneck market for those all to themselves. Mike’s not really interested in parts girls for meat right now.

30 minutes into the 2nd half.

Still no score. Well, glad we got space for 21 girls, gonna need it at this rate.

45 minutes into the second half.

Wait, why didn’t they stop playing? What’s going on?

Oh, that’s stoppage time. It’s added on for time when the ball was off the pitch. It should only be 3 or 4 minutes.

Gee. Why don’t they just stop the clock like they do in football?

I have no clue. That’s just the way it’s played.

Stoppage time is over.

Well, it was, as they say, nil-nil. That means both teams are up. Let’s see how they are going to do this.

Gentlemen and Mistresses, this will be a sealed bid auction. Please take a bidding sheet for each team that you wish to bid on and place it in the provided envelope. We will use a public auction if we have matching bids.

OK, what are we bidding? Did Mike provide any guidance?

Of course not. But these types go for about 900, more for the exotics, when they come in. Let’s say 800 each for the American’s and 850 for the Japanese.

OK, that’s 6,400 for the Dutch Hall team and 11,050 for the Blessed Heart.

Works for me. Any input Vicky?

Not really. I’m not sure if those are really 900 girls, but we don’t know the sex scores, which would affect their price. The Dutch Hall will have at least some training, which should help, no clue about the Japanese. While I was watching this thrilling match, I googled the Japanese school. It’s taught in English and English is a required course, so they will all have at least passable English skills. Go with 800 and 850. That put them towards the bottom of grade B, which is what most of them are.

I looked them up. Most of the team has pretty good grades in their sex ed classes. One excellent, that would be Viola. And one not so good, Jan. Meh. OK. Let me fill out the forms then.

Several minutes pass

Gentlemen and Mistresses, on reviewing the sealed bids, Spellbook Slaves has won for both teams. You may take them from the field now.

OK, guys, go load them up. I think that the Dutch Hall team will all fit in the van and the Japanese team will go in the minibus.

The Movie Star.

It’s about eleven on a slow day. Only processed 3 volunteers and one family of 15, plus the mother. Sold 5 work slaves and rented 6 sex slaves, one of which was ‘accidentally’ snuffed. Wish people would tell me beforehand they planed on snuffing a sex slave, makes it easier, I can have the meat team on hand to process her body when they return. It would cost the same either way. One hour rental, plus the full cost of the slave. I may or may not include a penalty fee, depending on how popular the slave was. Anyway, slow morning, all things considered. Mike is at lunch, one of the few times he went out for it.

Then, to my surprise, Layla Hester, queen of the B movies, walks in. I’m a major fan of hers. Never miss a show, even if they aren’t all that highly rated. She’s in a movie costume, some sort of ancient Greek get up. I had heard that there was a production in town, didn’t know she was staring in it.

Ms Hester! What can we do for you? Looking for a personal slave? We have quite a few that should do for you, even, well, sex slaves, if that is what you want.

No, I’m volunteering.

Why? I mean, aren’t you a star?

Well, I overheard the producer saying that I was going to be converted by contract at the end of the filming. I don’t have the million dollars in ready cash that the contract specifies as the buyout cost. And I can’t sell off stocks fast enough to raise it. The contract says 12 hours, and I would need at least a day for my broker to sell and get me the cash. And I mean cash. The contract says that, not a check or from a card. I think they make it challenging to buy out.

Oh? Many movie stars are slaves. Not as many as there used to be, but still, a lot are converted every year, to cut down on production costs.

Or used in a death scene, I think to myself. No need to bring that up.

Yeah, if that was what was going to happen, I would be upset, but I would not fight it. But they plan on spit roasting me as part of the wrap party that the investors and executive producers will be at. My last movie didn’t do as well at the box office as they had hoped, and they are blaming it on me, never mind that the male lead couldn’t act his way out of a paper bag. What they get for hiring a weightlifter, even if it was a Sci-fi barbarian and princess movie. Not all of them are Arnold. In fact, most of them aren’t. Hell, Arnold isn’t Arnold much anymore. And the special effects sucked. Even four nude scenes and a sex scene didn’t save it. I should have blown the director to get more sex in it. I would have even blown what’s his name on camera.

Well, Ok, we will take you. Ms. Hester. Obviously, we will take any walk in, assuming she meets standards on at least one scale. And you make scale, unquestionably.

Mr. O’Brien, stop being star struck and process the lady.

Don’t get smart, I’ll send you to the rental pens, Vicky

Mr. West might not like that “master”.

Yeah, you’re right on both counts, but don’t get smart, you’re still a slave. Ms. Hester, I need you to strip down and stand over here. Once I’ve graded you, I’ll need a pee sample, to make sure you’re not pregnant or on drugs.

I’ve seen her nude in plenty of movies before. In fact, it’s one of her signature traits, even in movies where nudity shouldn’t be expected, she at least does a bath scene. But I never expected to see her strip in person.

Yes, Mr. O’Brien, or should I call you master?

Not quite yet. You are still a free woman.

She strips down, and she’s not wearing a bra or panties. She must have been getting ready for a nude scene when she fled the sound stage. I use the grading system on her. Oddly, she comes back as just grade A. I would have assumed that she would have been grade A+ or higher. Well, her tits are a little saggy, so that may explain it. Plus, the grading machine doesn’t know about famous people. A+ tends to be assigned to teens with perky tits. After she is graded, she goes to the ‘ladies’ room to get a sample. She isn’t pregnant or on any disqualifying drugs. I’m surprised by that last bit, I’ve read in the papers about movie stars going to drug rehab all the time. I’ve always assumed that they were having drug parties all the time.

OK, Ms. Hester, this is your last chance, are you sure you want to do this?

Are you going to roast me?

Well, no. You are a sex slave at least.

Then I don’t have much choice then, do I?

I guess not.

I needed to log into the California database to convert her, which is a bit of a bitch, given that we aren’t a California slaver company, and they want slaver license number and other ID factors.

Wait. What about my money, stocks, bonds, and my house?

Well, that depends. Normally, it’s like you died, so it goes to your heirs.

Nope. Don’t want that to happen. Not on good terms with the family right now. Any other choices?

Well, you can sign them over to us.

Ok, that sounds fair. I mean, you are getting me, so you might as well get my assets.

I make some modifications to the conversion papers to reflect this. She signs. Layla Hester, a former movie star, is now a slave. I take her back to the holding cell.

I’m sorry, it’s a bit rough in here. We don’t really have a VIP room.

Would you put any other slave in it?

Well, no.

Then this is fine.

Mike returns from lunch, right before my shift is over.

Mr. West, I have got great news for you!

Oh? Did a bus load of teens arrive to be sold? It’s about the time of year for that. Maybe a bit early. That’s normally an April-May thing.

No, better than that. Layla Hester volunteered.

Do you mean the movie star?

Yes.

Why?

She is avoiding being a spit roast. They intended to do her at the wrap party. They didn’t like how “Monsters from Beyond the Galaxy” did at the box office and blamed her. It wasn’t her best work, but a solid 7 on the 1 to 10 scale. At least to me.

What was she graded at?

Well, only A. I would have thought she would be higher.

Hmm. Need to capitalize on her fame somehow. How many slaves are in the arm candy pens?

Three right now. And one of those has been rejected twice. Thinking of moving her to the sex slaves pen or selling her to “Suckers.” She has a very high oral rating. Better for women, but still over 90 for men.

Move Ms. Hester there and get her sex tested. If she’s above 80 on any hole, male or female, add the standard sex slave surcharge for her. Add her to the front page of the website, use a nude movie still of her. Then get her advertised in the normal places. And don’t sell her back to the movie people. She should be worth a lot more, over the coming months, as an arm candy and sex slave rental than a grade A slave would sell for. And I’d rather not get a reputation of not being a safe place to defensibly convert yourself, which selling her to them would do.

Yes sir! Ah, can I help with the testing?

You want your cock sucked by her, don’t you?

Well, to be honest, yeah.

Do it on your own time, but sure. It’s a perk of working here.

Can I find out how she is with ladies?

No, Vicky, you can’t. Sorry, perks aren’t for work slaves.

I’ll be Mistress Debby-Ann will test her.

I suspect so, but still, no for you. Anything else you want to tell me about today?

Oh, yeah, forgot. She signed over all her assets to us. Didn’t want her family to get them.

OK, Vicky, have Celina do a full asset search on her. I know she has a house in Beverly Hills, it was on “Lifestyles of the Stars” last year. Not sure what we are going to do with a California house, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out. Hmm. Might make it in to a high-priced sex slave rental shop. Would need to get several starlets for that. They should be readily available on the California market. Maybe even some real stars just a little past their prime. Need to get with Noemi to find out what it would take legally to do that.

Anything else of note, Thomas?

Oh, sort of slow. 3 walk-ins, a 16 member family sold to us, including the mother, 6 sex slave rentals, one of which was a snuff. Sold 5 work slaves. Not that busy, but it’s the middle of the week.

Look what I got!

Tanya! Come look at what I got!

I would rather not see yet another set of shoes, Kari.

It’s not shoes, and I think you will like it, it cleans house and does the dishes.

Did you buy a Roomba and a dishwasher?

No, silly, come into the living room.

You bought a slave? How could you afford that? I mean, the tax alone is $250.00.

Well, for founder’s day at work they were giving out surprise gifts, ranging from $100.00 at the local taco truck to the grand prize of a slave from Spellbook Slaves. I pulled the grand prize!

Why is she gagged and in bondage?

Well, I asked for one that wasn’t fully broken in yet, so you and I could practice on her for our mistress classes, which I also scored discounts for!