Sex Skills II – Oral – Classic

This is a Classic WSA2000 story edited to fit current canon.  Orginal was from September 2015


 

OK, welcome to Dutch Hall’s Sex Skills II Oral. I’ve got to warn you that, unlike the mundane Sex Skills class, there is a chance you can die taking this class. In fact, I’m going to snuff one of you today, just because I can, and because I want to show you what can go wrong with being a suck slave.

Yeah, I know none of you are suck slaves, and in fact some of you aren’t right now slaves. But you did sign a waiver that allows for conversion under select circumstances. You should have asked about that. Normally, that means you have violated a school rule or something. And for the “traditional” Dutch Hall students, that’s pretty much the case. But for those of you that are taking this as part of an Adult education program, well, one of those circumstances is that I want to do something that would be illegal if you were a free women. Like, for example, snuffing you.

Now, before I select my murder victim, I am required to allow you to withdraw from the class. Be advised that you will only get 50% of your tuition returned and that you will have a 10 year ban on taking adult education from Dutch Hall or any of our allied educational institutions. I believe that is about 80% of the schools in Oklahoma and I know it’s all the schools in Eastlake other than Brother Charisma University. I’m going to take a 5 minute tea break, when I return, if you are still here, I will assume you are going to stay in the course. This, by the way, is the last time this offer will be made. After today, the only way you can leave the course is by my permission or by order of a judge. Allowances will be made, of course, for medical and family emergencies, but in general, it’s today or never for you.

There were 25 free women taking this class. Last time I made this speech I lost 3. Wondering how many I’ll lose today.  Turns out it 2.  I should have told them that in a normal class, I end up converting about half the class and snuffing about half of those.   If I wasn’t a psychopath I would tell them.  But then again, if I wasn’t a psychopath I really couldn’t teach this class.  Chicken and egg thing there.

OK, I’m back. Looks like a couple of your sister students decided to leave. That’s OK. Any one here know SQL? I ask because I’m just going to run a little statement to let the computer select who gets the full demo today, and I want some one to verify it’s as fair as possible. You do? Ok, check this out… You agree that it’s going to select an adult student who didn’t select the pay the “fully safe” tuition option and at random? Yes, I know the full safety option is like 6 times the normal tuition, but that’s not my problem. So, you agree that statement does what I say it does? OK, go ahead and press the execute statement button, pardon the pun.  OK, cut and paste that name into the “Name of conversion” field.   Check the “at contract holder’s option button.  Press submit.   What reply did we get?  Approved?  OK, what was the name?  “Paula Turner”  Thank you.  You may return to your seat.   How does it feel to have selected some one to be snuffed for your education?  Make you moist?  I’ll bet it does.

OK then, Paula. Come on down. If you need to call some one I’ll give you a few minutes.

It’s always fun to listen to the final good byes of what was free woman, right before I convert her and snuff her. Makes it more, ah, fun. Yeah, let’s go with that. Paula, as it happens didn’t have any one to call. Spoil sport


Sex Torture Snuff
Sex Torture Snuff

OK Paula, what I want you to do is strip and go stand by that iron frame.  What I’m going to do is is secure you to it and put a mechanical garrote around our neck.  What it’s going to do is is slowly tighten as I face fuck you.  In most cases, when a sex slave is in one of these, when the customer cums, the garrote is turned off.  I’m not going to do that today, because, well I always snuff some one during the first day of class and I don’t see a reason to not do it today.

Paula is a blond with big tits.  They look just a little fake, seem a little to perky for their size.

Ok Paula, I’m going to warn you that if you bite, yes, I will turn off the garrote. I will then skin you alive, salting the wounds as I do so. I also know that you have a daughter of convertible age. She will be converted and used as a whore, in our “every thing goes” section. We lose about 2 a week there. Are we clear? No teeth.

Just off the record, I really didn’t have any legal way to just convert her daughter, but I didn’t need to tell her that. The skin alive thing? Yeah, that has happened. It’s harder to keep them alive more than an hour or so than you would think. Also makes the clean up crew very, very cross at you.


While I was giving this inspirational speech, I was strapping her to the grate. Arms out at their sides. I use simple zip ties for this, because, in this case, there isn’t any reason to need to let her loose with out a chance of damage and they are much faster than doing it rope.

OK, let’s be slightly fair to Paula here.  I need a fluffer.  Any volunteers?  OK, you the with the pig tails, get me hard so we can face fuck Paula to death.

She’s not very good. It’s a good thing I get hard just thinking about snuff, because this would be bad if I really needed a fluffer for this.

It’s a damn good thing you signed up for this class. You suck at sucking.

No one has complained before…

Of course not. No normal guy complains about a blow job. But it’s my job to know what a good blow job is and your aren’t giving one. You might as well strip, you’re going to be the demo for the second part of the class. And, no, it’s shouldn’t kill you. Even though I might be doing the world a favor it it did.

Between her amateur sucking, my verbal abuse of her and the knowledge that I was about to murder a woman, I’m rock hard. Time to face fuck. I trigger the garrote and ram my cock into Paula’s mouth. I don’t know if she thinks that if she does a good job I might not let it garrote finish or if she’s just a natural cock sucker, but she does apply a lot of tongue action and supplies a lot so spit. The garrote takes about 90 seconds to fully choke out some one, and death follows with in a minute of so.

OK, you will notice that her face it getting red. That’s due to lack of air. In just a bit she is going to start turning blue. That is a condition caused by not having enough oxygen in your blood called Cyanosis. That will be on your test. Once your face turns blue you only have a few seconds left before you pass out, and only a few minutes before you die, if the blood flow is not restored.

OK, there. She just passed out. I’m not even close to needing to cum yet, and I’ll need to later tonight, so I’ll just pull out while we watch her die.

After about 90 seconds it was fairly obvious she was dead, but just to make sure I just left her there. The clean up crew can deal with her body after class. With those fake tits can’t use her for a spit roast, so I suspect they will just let the cooking classes part her out as butchering practice and serve her as part of the school lunches.


OK, a couple of things here. I had that garrote set as fast as they go. Most of them take 5 to 10 minutes to reach the turn your face red stage and another two or three to reach the cyanosis stage. But you just watched how most sucks slaves die. There is another way, of course, that’s not knowing how to breath around a cock. You with the pig tails, what’s your name?

Susan Pratt

Learning to breath around a cock
Learning to breath around a cock

Ok Susan, here is what we are going to do today. I’m going to put a clothespin on your nose. You are going to give me head. We will keep going until either you pass out because you can’t breath, or I cum in your mouth. Now you need to practice pulling air through your mouth over the cock. A lot a guys like that feeling, most of them, which is why so many guys pinch your nose shut while you give them head. That or they are trying it kill you, could go either way. In my case, to be brutal about it, yeah, murder is good. But that’s not what I’m trying to do to you today. Got that?

Yes sir,  I think so.

Good, now start.

It’s possible that her earlier fluffing was bad due to stage fright.  It’s also possible that she is putting more into this because, well, I did mention that I wouldn’t mind if she died doing this.  That’s not exactly true. The paper work for a non converted student’s death in a sex skills class is a real pain in the butt.  Had to do it twice.  Granted one of those was a legitimate heart attack.  The other? Well I leaned a little to hard on her neck.  That’s why I’m not allowed to teach that part of Sex Skills I any more.  Actually they moved the more exotic ways of fucking to more advanced classes, and they decided that erotic asphyxiation was not a basic skill. What ever. With my normal job if I want to snuff some chick, most of the time all I have to do is, at most, click a few items on a web page and wait a while. A while could mean 10 seconds, could mean we have to wait a week to see if her parents will pay for the upgrade to avoid her conversion. I seems to have gotten off track here. The point is she was doing a lot better this time. Or it could be I was already primed after face fucking what’s her name, the dead chick. I gave Susan some general instruction on how to be a mouth breather when there is a cock in her mouth and generally had fun with her.


On her face.
On her face.

OK, Susan, you are doing a lot better. A whole lot better. You just needed some encouragement, like maybe being killed. Before I would have rated you as a 3, maybe a 4. You seem to be up to 6 right now. Of course you need to be at least an 8 to pass this class, but you have 18 weeks to raise your score. I’m going to cum on your face now….


I reached down yanked the clothespin off her nose, pull my cock out her mouth and let fly. Nothing like cumming on a sluts face. Really high on my list of things to do to a woman that leaves her alive.


OK, class, I’ve got some cards up here. Get one. It’s got 10 lines on it. Each line has a spot for a date, a name, a signature block and a place for a rating from 1 to 10. By next class you need to bring it in filled out, with signatures for each event. No more than 3 blow jobs per partner per time card will count. Yeah, that means you have to suck off at least 4 guys in the next 3 days and get them to admit to it in writing. You probably should spread your cock sucking around because blowjobs count for sex acts for conversion purposes now.  And swallow, don’t let him cum on your face as that counts as a 2nd act.  If he fucked you at the same time that would be all 3, so he could convert you at will, assuming he recorded it.  So I advise you to just blow total strangers that you aren’t likely to meet again.

These cards are part of your over all grade. Failing to bring in full cards will lower your grade by a fairly large amount. I will also remind you that failing this course badly enough is one of the reasons for conversion and probably being snuffed, the world doesn’t need sluts who can’t suck cock. You may take extras card for a week if you want. More than 10 recorded blow jobs between classes will result in extra credit. Don’t worry to much about their ratings, it doesn’t count as much as the rating you will get here, what we are looking for is you sucking cock as often as possible. For those of you that are working in adult videos or web sites, blow jobs done on the clock don’t count. And yes, we have ways of finding out. Any questions? OK, see you in three days.

Ex Trophy Wife, new fuck hole. – Classic

This is a Classic WSA2000 story reedited to fit current canon.  Orginal was Oct 2015


Mr West? Yeah, this is Matt Patton, I bought a trophy wife slave from you about six months ago. Can you come pick her up?

Well, you under stand that I’m not going to buy her back at the price you paid.

Ex Trophy Wife
Ex Trophy Wife

No, I mean I got pissed at her and hung her ass. I’d like you to come get her. Use her in that meat department or what ever it is you do with dead slaves.

OK I can do that.  Do you think you are in the market for a new slave at this time.

Nah, I’m good for a while.  With Dutch Hall whoring out their students I really am getting all the tight teen pussy I want.

Shit.  Need to see what I can do about that.  With out pissing off the local Slaver’s Association, which seems to be all about the student slave thing.

OK, I’ll be by. Are you going to want to reserve any of her meat?

What? Eat her? I didn’t do that when she was alive, why would I want to eat her dead.


~- On the phone with the Slaver’s Association -~

 Look Mike, I under stand that you seem to think that the school whores are cutting into your sales, but you got to look at the bigger picture…

What bigger picture?  The private schools have found a loop hole that lets them treat even free women students like whores.  I’ve been flat out told that a customer didn’t want a new slave because he could get fresh tight teen pussy when ever he wanted.

I understand.  We are talking to both the Oklahoma legislature and the Eastlake city government about raising the brothel fees, the whore tax and some restrictions on who can be used in a brothel based on a non-employment contract.  Wheels are turning, you just got to wait it out.


~- The Next Week -~

Mr West? Yeah, this is Matt Patton. I’ve been doing some thinking, plus my accountant is bitching at me about my spending at Dutch Hall. Seems those $75 a time add up.  Plus I’ve been hearing that prices are about to go up and the just plain teens are about to get pulled from the night time list. You got a skinny, like under A cup blond, ideally with a pixie cut?

Fuck Hole
Fuck Hole

I think I have at least one that might meet your need.  Do you want me to bring the best candidate by your house, or do you want to come here and make your own choice.   I want to warn you, that while skinny A cup slaves aren’t as expensive as A or higher grade slaves, they are going up in price, due to a fad of making them “faux gay boys”  A B cup might be cheaper.

Nope, I want a small titted girl.  And go ahead and bring her by.


 

OK Matt, this is Stephanie.  She’s just over 18 and was sold by her step-father.  Current asking price is $1850, and that includes the federal and state taxes.

OK, but you are wrong on one point.  Her name is fuck hole.  I’ve decided that treating them like they were some sort of wife isn’t what I really want.  What I want is a fuck hole.  I’ll take her.

OK then.  Fuck hole has been rated at 85% for vaginal sex, 90% at oral and 90% at anal.

Did I say fuck holes?  No, I’m not buying into that whole “gay sex is great” thing.  If they want to fuck fake boys in the ass, great, but that’s not what I’m about.  Cock in Cunt.  That’s what I’m about.

One less sex slave. – Classic

This is a classic WSA2000 story lightly edited to fit current canon.  Original from Dec 2012


Sex slave becomes a snuff bunny
Sex slave becomes a snuff bunny

“Dude, you rent slaves to suck cock, right”

“Yes, we do. Deep throat or face fuck $150.00, just head $120.00″

“How much to choke her to death while I cum in her throat”

“We don’t have a snuff option for our sex slaves.  We do have some slaves that are marked for termination for discipline reasons, will one of those do?.”

“I know you don’t snuff sex slaves, that’s why I want to use one of your sluts. I don’t want them to even think it’s coming.”

“Well, it would be just like you bought her, cost wise. Sex slaves sell for about $2800, plus tax, more or less. Call it three grand even”

“Works for me… Put her on my card“.

“You know you can only do this once to get the effect you want”

“Yeah, after this I’ll just go to the suck-n-snuff places, but I want my first to be special.”

“OK, our sex slaves are kept next door. Ask the slave at the desk for Cindy.  She’s starting to be a problem, in that she thinks just because she has a very high suck score that’s all she should do. You don’t want to ass fuck her first do you?

Ass fuck? I’m not into that kinky stuff. I just want to face fuck her and crush her throat with my cock in it. Nothing kinky or weird.

Dude leaves. Comes back in about 30 minutes. ”What should I do with the body?”

Up to you, being as you bought it.

Eh, sell it to a meat place. I don’t want it any more. Thanks!

Well, that’s two birds with one stone. Cindy was a free range volunteer, so the $2800 is pure profit plus the $600 we got for her meat and most importantly she is out of my hair. Win-Win.

 

A Dual slave wedding – Classic

This is a classic WSA2000 story that I’m editing to fit current canon.  Original published December 2012


Cock sucking Bride #1
Cock sucking Bride #1
Cock sucking Bride #2
Cock sucking Bride #2

Josh, Evan says, I’ve got a bit of an issue.  I’ve got to go out-of-town this weekend and I just realized that Caroline Hufford’s wedding is this weekend.  Can you cover for me?  I want to warn you it’s a dual  wedding with the bridesmaids being snuffed.    Spiked.  Not even spitted, just put on spikes like the real Dracula did to Turks.  The bridesmaids are slaves of one of the groomsmen and it seems he wants to get ride of them and bless his friends wedding with their blood.  Waste of slaves, but they did pay a ton for this.  It’s like a $5,000 deal all told.  Can you handle it?

Let me get this straight.  You want me to go watch 2 Southside sluts get married, probably ending their service with them blowing their new master/husband.  Then we strip the bridesmaids, take them out behind the chapel and put them on sharpen stakes up their cunts or ass, and all sit around and drink domestic sparkling wine, which at least one person is going to call Champagne, despite it not being French. Is that the plan?

Yeah, pretty much.

Yeah, I can deal.

So, come Sunday, I find myself at one of the Slave Chapels, where as expected a modified version of the classic wedding happened. I, of course made the updates to the state database to reflect the “wives” new status of being a slave.

Major exceptions to how a normal enslavement wedding goes:

  1. Only one of the “brides” were nude, other than their veil.  White, of course.
  2. The service was done by a “Pagan Priestess of the Elder Gods”.  What ever.
  3. The service ended with both now slave-brides blowing their new master-husband.
  4. The bridesmaids were nude and yoked together, standing behind behind the couples getting married.  I get this feeling that they weren’t all to happy about this.  The’re slaves so what they think really doesn’t matter.  The looked to be B+ at best, more likely just B.  I didn’t use the app to grade them, not my problem.
  5. They served real French Champagne, much to my surprise.
  6. They snuffed the bridesmaids, and just the bridesmaids, in a gross and painful manner.
Pagan Priestess
Pagan Priestess
Slaves going to the spike
Slaves going to the spike

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After the service was over the groomsmen freed the bridesmaids from their yoke then picked up them up and placed them on a set of oak spikes set in the ground, making sure that the spike was lined up with their cunts.  After putting them on the spike they pushed the sacrifices down so that the spike was well into them.  Blood started to leak out and they slowly started to slide down the spikes under their weight. It took the three “sacrificial maids  to the elder gods” about 3 hours to die.  Damn sure not roast material now.

Unlike most slave weddings I have been at, there wasn’t a general orgy at the reception, and there were no secondary conversions or snuffs.  Also, much to my surprise, none of the little “edgy” teen slut offered to blow me.  The edgy teen sluts were somewhat subdued with this going on. None of them came up and asked about being converted, which is also rare. First time at a slave wedding I didn’t get blown.  Sort of a downer.

Unlike most live spitting, which is a fast kill, more or less, what the bridesmaids got was a slow painful death.  The “pagan priestess” that did the service spent a lot of time staring at the sacrifices.  I don’t think she had ever seen it done for real, with rough oak spikes.  It sort freaked her out.  What ever.  Flake is going to end up a slave with in the year, I’ll bet large amount of money.  She has that feel to her.

Hanging the bride. – Classic

This is a classic story from September 2015.  I have edited to fit current canon.


My name is Evan Hines, I’m the outside man for Spellbook Slaves.  I handle most of the business that isn’t done in the stores.  Mainly pickups and deliveries, but I also do weddings as well now.  Spellbook Slave’s slave wedding business has been fairly good, in that we are doing 4 or 5 wedding a month.  What’s odd, is even though we’re doing slave weddings in Southside Eastlake, I haven’t snuffed a bride in months.  That’s not right.

When we started doing slave weddings again about six months ago at Spellbook Slaves about half the brides didn’t make it past the reception.   Now I still snuffing a pretty fair selection of bridesmaids, in almost every wedding, but that hardly counts.  What’s great about slave wedding is when the bride is actually just snuff bunny.  So, when I get an email asking about the prices for a wedding/conversion/snuff combo I feel a bit happy.   Does it make me a bad person to want to hang brides as part of their wedding?  I suspect it does, but this is 21st century, where you can do that and not only not go to jail, make a living at it.

Based on the email, the bride knows she is going to be converted and snuffed.  Only down side of this gig is it way the hell out in the Ozarks.  And they want to do it in a barn.

Once I get way the fuck out in the middle of no where, I find the wedding party.  They haven’t moved out to the barn just yet, but are all hanging around in a fairly nice farm house.

A blond wearing parts of a wedding outfit comes up to me.  Not, I will note a top.

I’m Amy, the bride.  Are you the hangman?

Among other things, yes.

So you are going to kill me in cold blood then.

Nope, I get all sorts of excited killing brides.

Then you must let me suck your cock.  Unless you want to fuck me after I’m dead.

I’m not saying I haven’t thought about fucking a freshly dead bride, no, in general I don’t.  Actually the closest I’ve come to fucking a dead bride was during a gang bang of her while she was being garroted.  I was the last, she was alive when I started fucking her, but dead by when I came.  So, yeah, in theory, I’ve fucked a dead bride.  But that’s not my normal thing.

So, how many brides give you blow jobs?

Quite a few.  Maybe even most.  And it’s damn near a guarantee that if the bride doesn’t suck or fuck at the wedding her bridesmaids do.  Of course the really good wedding are the ones where you have several bridesmaids and the bride being sluts.

As I was explaining this to her, she was slow sinking to her knees and pulling my rapidly hardening cock out.

Amy Hale, are you being a slut to a man you have just meet?

Of course I am mother.  He’s my hangman and we have decided he’s not going to fuck me after I’m dead.  And I don’t want to fuck any one right now, so I’m just going suck him off.

You could just call this whole thing off and let Harald have is due..

Blow job from the bride.
Blow job from the bride.

Thank you mother. I think I’ve made it clear I would rather die than let Harald have any thing.  I am going to suck my hangmans cock now.  Do you want to watch?  Give pointers?  Oh, I forget, dad says you don’t do that, and when you do you fail.  So sad.

I don’t know, or for that matter care, how good a cock sucker Amy’s mother is.  Amy was, well, average.  The fact that I was going to snuff her soon did make it some what more exciting, but if I was to grade her on the one to 10 scale, she would be lucky to break 6.

“She’s not very good at that is she?   I’m Steven Wade, the soon to be widower and Beneficiary of her trust fund. And her other real property. If she was any good at that I might, maybe, have not decided to snuff her today”

Amy pulled off my cock You know that’s not true, Steven. If you don’t marry me and and snuff me before the end of the week than all the property and most of the trust fund goes to my cousin Harald.   Plus I know what you really like.  Now leave me alone so I can make my killer cum on my face.

After a few more minutes of average cock sucking, she did, in fact get me to cum on her face.  Like I said, maybe a 6.

One thing I have learned while doing slave weddings is that the families are weird, and there is almost always either an ex in the wings or a major amount of money.

 

As we were setting up in the barn for the wedding and hanging, I asked the groom “So, Steven, is this just a money deal or is there an other women?”

Hanging the bride.
Hanging the bride.

Oh, it’s just money.  I’m gay, but I couldn’t quite bring my self to marry Harald for the money.  He is quite an odious person.  I say I’m gay, but I do like have my cock sucked and I don’t care if the cock sucker has tits or not.  It’s really too bad that Amy isn’t very good at it. And her ass is just to, well, female, to fuck.  Trust me I tried. The padding is all wrong.  At least on her.  I’ve got a lady model friend that has a nice tight boy ass.  But she’s almost never in town.  Now that ass fucking counts for slaving, I might convert her next time she’s in town.  She’s hinted that she might like that.

Like I said, Southside families are weird and there is normally a money angle.

Amy walked into the barn, as the music played.  Even though she had a wedding dress on before, she came in nude.  Words were said.  The noose was put on her neck.  Steven and I pulled her up off the ground, she twisted a bit, not even doing a good air dance.  After about 3 minutes, she stopped moving and hung from the noose dead. Poor Harald got nothing, not even fucked in the ass.

Caching or how I’m not going to do it.

I was looking into means of caching the WSA2000 and Sadistic Geek blogs.  I loaded a plug in that should do just that, with out doing any client side weirdness.  It offered an option to use Cloud Flare.  I followed the links and set up an account. They have a “Free” option, which I would have taken.  Then I read the terms of service.  One of the things that they get pissy about is human trafficking.

It might be hard to tell the WSA2000 web site from a real human trafficking one on first read.  So I think I’m gonna pass on using Cloud Flare as caching service.  Of course I don’t think they really check that often, given that Motherless.com uses them (this being based on getting their error page from time to time).

Even Sadistic Geek might be problematic, given that some of my photo shoots appear to be Non Consensual (even though they aren’t)

Selling Daughters – Classic

This is a classic story from January 2013.  Small edit to make it fit in current canon.


This time of year, selling off daughters and step daughters seems to be very popular. Not sure why this is, but it is. Not that I’m complaining mind you, I always like seeing the look of helplessness in a girls eyes when she realizes that her father is selling her for cold cash. Makes my cock hard some times. A few tears and I’m ready to throat fuck some one. Often the crying slut her self.  Case in point, yesterday  I got a call out to do a pick up of this pair.  I could tell from the way that they were acting, and they way that their father was acting that this wasn’t a completely spur of the moment thing.  So, I felt like I had to know more.  “So, why are you selling these two today?”

“Well, to be honest, I really don’t have that much of a reason, just it seemed like something that needed to be done.  Most of the guys at work have sold at least one, and with their sister in college, I really can’t afford to keep them around.”

“So, selling off the younger ones to keep the elder daughter in school?”

“Yeah, plus Penelope here” indicating the blonde, “isn’t really mine.  Step daughter.  Doesn’t give head, so she going off.   Allie, she’s mine, but I’ve decided that all the women that live in this house have to suck my cock when I want, and it just feels weird to have her give me head.  Makes me a feel a bit like a pervert.”

“Let me get this straight, you are selling your step daughter because she doesn’t suck cock, but you are selling your blood daughter because she does.”

“Yeah, that just about sums it up.”

Some times I wonder about my clients, but what the hell.   Bought both of them.  Allie did give better head, but they both were good enough to sell off to a suck club.  That’s a fast grand turn over.

Hotel Payment – Classic

This is a “classic story that I have tweaked to fit in the current canon.  Original version is from September 2015


 

Is this Spellbook Software? I think we have an account with you.

Yes, it is.  May I have your account number?

They rattle off a number.  I type it into the account database.  Eastern Oklahoma Hotel and Motel Owners Association.  The hell? I’ve never had an thing to do with them.  Oh.  I see, one of the accounts that got set up for free back when The Torture Chanel was just starting up.  This might be a bit dicey.  A lot of those accounts are just freaking strange.

What can I do for you?

Well, “Slow Inn” in Weald just called us.  Seem they had a jumper.  Left with out paying.

That’s not the sort of business we do, we buy and sell woman and teen girls as slaves.

Oh, we know that.  He left a woman in the room.  Tied up, blindfolded in the closet. The Weald police says she’s not listed as a kidnapped woman, so they think she was traveling with him.  Can you come out and do that conversion for debt thing?

Isn’t Weald way the hell out on Grand Lake?

Yeah, but it’s right up the turnpike from Eastlake.  Only 90 minutes or so.  Let me send you a pic of the girl.

My phone dings while I’m checking routes to Weald.  “90 minutes of so” means a little over 2 hours, at best.  I check the photo sent.  Might as well, I’ve driven farther for less.

OK Someone be out in a few hours.  Where is she going to be?

Well, after the police checked her out, the put her back in the closet, so she will be at the Slow Inn

Evan, got a pick up for you.  Sorry, it’s out of town

OK Mr West, where is it?

Weald

Ouch, that is out of town


In case you ever are in Eastlake, all the major roads leaving the town, and a couple of the ring roads are turnpikes.  This is not the case of the capital city.  There is more than a little heartburn about this by Eastlakers talking to OKC folk.   The Eastlake to Missouri turnpike has the largest McBurgers in the world.  Even bigger than the one in Moscow.  This should tell you something about this highway.

Completely true by the way, if you change the names to the real world names.  Just a fun fact.  Has nothing to do with the story line.  It’s in the same town as the Oklahoma  insane asylum, where the criminally insane go.  That might enter the story line.  Maybe.

I avoid the siren’s call of the McBurgers and find my way to the Slow Inn in Weald, Oklahoma.  It’s right on the lake.  There is a classic mom and pop sort of motel. Their is a BBQ place next to them.  Sort of nice to see one that has pig and cows on the sign, not women.  While the White Slave Act of 2000 is 24 years old, it’s still a big city sort of thing, more or less.

The on duty manager in the Slow Inn must have been waiting on me. “Are you from that slaver company?

Yes, I’m from Spellbook Software.

Well let me take you to get Tracy.

Who is Tracy?

Tracy Smith, the girl that got left behind. The police checked her records, and are sure she’s not a kidnapped girl, so she’s part of Abel Duncan’s assets, being as how she was traveling with him. She keep saying he’ll be back and this all a mistake, but it’s been well over 24 hours now.  We’ve tried calling the number he gave us, but after the 1st call, we get the “you have been blocked” number.  I don’t think he coming back for her.

Well, if she thinks he’s going to be back as her only defense, yeah, she’s a female asset, depending on the contract he signed.  “Look, before we get to far along here, let me see the room contract Mr. Duncan signed.”

The manager spends way more time going through paper work than I would have thought it would take for a motel of this size.  He finally hands me one.   It’s a standard post 2009 boilerplate hotel/motel room contract that, does, in fact list “free females traveling with the undersigned” as possible assets.  “Good thing you are using a post 2009 contract form, otherwise this would be a waste of time“.

Left for Payment
Left for Payment

Yeah, the Owners Association told us then that we should use the new room contract, just in case.

Well, follow me.

I do. Tracy I find with her arms tied over her head to the closet rode, blindfolded with a white blindfold on, and her panties around her ankles.  “The police put her back like this?“.

Well, yeah, that’s how they found her.

This says something about the Weald police force.  What, I’m not sure, but is says something.  Because she more or less in the right position for an auto-grader app to work on,  I aim my smart phone at her a fire up the app, making sure to check the “legs not fully visible” option.  Comes back with a B+ rating.  Checking the state spot market for slaves of unknown skills with a B+ rating she’s valued at just shy of $750, plus the $250 tax fee.  That means I’ll offer them $350 to start with, then go as high as $400.  Less than that, assuming she doesn’t have a high value skill and I’m losing money.

Then it dawns on me who I’m dealing with.  While I’m going to go out of my way to rip off a motel owner, I’m damn sure not going to give them a windfall.  And to be brutal about it the mom-n-pop hotel/motels are the worse about over charge/under service.  Let’s see what I can do based on the actual debt owed, not the possible value of the collateral.

So, how much is the room rate due?

$75.00, plus tax, plus some stuff on the mini bar.   Comes to 98 even.

OK, I’ll cover that in exchange for Tracy.  Do you need to get approval from your boss for this?

Nope, they said this was my problem, because I’m the one that didn’t get a card read from him first.  You’re paying cash, right?  Otherwise I have to deal with credit cards and that’s a hassle when the machine is down.

I pull a hundred out of my wallet “Keep the two bucks.”


As I’m leading Tracy out to the van, a couple of guys come out of the BBQ place.

So, is that the girl that got used to pay the room rate?”

Sure is.  Why, you in the market?

Well, maybe.  We haven’t ever done a long pig, and might like to try it, if the price is right.

Well, I can let you have her for $750, but there is also a $250 federal tax so a grand walk way price.

A grand?  Hell, that’s less than a whole hog, assuming you get a organic one.  Yeah, we’ll take her.

You understand she Grade B

What does that mean?

Short version?  Not super hot.  That seems to matter a lot to people buying slave to spit roast.  Part of the whole experience is watching her get spitted and like that.

That matters?  Hell that explains why every time we look into the long pig market prices seem so way out of line.  I’ve assumed that the “meat rating” was based on, you know meat, not what the, ah, livestock, looked like.  Explains a lot.  Well, hell that doesn’t matter to us, we’re just going to butcher her like a hog and put her in the smoker.  We don’t do whole hog spit roasts, least wise not ones bigger than 20 lb or so.  Not much money in those around here.  Let me go get some money out of the cash box and well be done.

Well, that was easy.  I suspect the boss would rather have cash in hand rather than yet another grade B slave.

New post delay

Unless something major in a good way happens, it’s gonna be September 10th or 11th, maybe later. before I do any “new posts”.  I’ve got a medical appointment on the 10th, hopefully I can get something for pain then.

Because I can do the work needed to post “classic” WSA 2000 stories while using my Chromebook in bed even with it’s crappy keyboard, I’ll continue to post “Classic” stories until then.

FML

I hate growing old. It’s not the lose of memory, which bites, or my weird appetite now, no it’s the pain. I hurt almost every morning. This morning I woke up with back pain in NEW place. Center of the back, about 4 inches (~10cm) below the shoulder blades. Taken some analgesics and am flat on my back for now. FML