September 2024 – White Slave Act of 2000

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.”.

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?”

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“.

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

A play toy and a slave to sell. – Classic

This is a classic story from February 2013. It does not fit in current canon.

After watching what seemed like an every flowing stream of sluts, I spotted a pair, one blonde and one brunette, that seemed perfect for my plan for the day.

“You two, report to my office”

I watch the cunt stream for a few more minutes, and decide that I’ve gotten enough for now.

I toss the two sluts a ball gag each. “Gag your self, then strip. I’m converting you two to slave status effective now.” I grab their school ID from their pile of clothes and run both of them through the scanner, getting all the data for their conversion.
I don’t even check their names, I don’t care, they are just slave sluts for me to play with now.

I pick up 2 long needles from my desk. “OK here is the plan. I’m going to pierce your tits. Notice I didn’t say your nipples. One each. After I do that, I’m going to have a contest, where you give me head. The one that wins gets sold to be a suck slave. The one that loses gets to be a torture toy for me. I’m going to torture her for a couple of days, then either snuff her or sell her to a BDSM theater, depending on how she seems to be dealing with the torture. So, what do you think of this plan of mine? Oh, wait, I don’t care what a slut thinks of what’s left of her short life.”

Pushing a needle through a tit is surprisingly blood free. I mean there is some blood, but it’s not as much as I expect. I’ve done it before and each time I keep expecting more blood, but I never get it. The blonde got her right tit pierced from the top down, the brunette gets her left tit pierced from the out side in. Both of them get a little twisting action after the needle was all the way through. Based on their faces, this must have hurt. Good.

“OK, I’m going to give you each 5 minutes to make me cum. The one that makes me cum gets, well, less torture than the other. Maybe even no more torture, depending on how good your are. I point at the blonde. You start, take your gag out and make me cum in your mouth.”

This, of course, is very unfair. Unless she is a great cock sucker, all she’s going to do is get me ready to pop off in the brunette’s mouth. That’s the plan, I’ve already decided that she’s my snuff toy. Funny how I’ve already decided that she’s one of the 3 I’m going snuff this week.

While I was thinking this, the blond, Heidi Gordon, I see when I glance at the computer screen, moves over and starts attempting to make me cum in her mouth. She isn’t that good of a cock sucker, to bad for her. I reach down and twist the needle through her tit. She gasps, allowing me to enter her throat. I start to face fuck here, then pull back to let her try at least. At the 5 minute mark, I pull out and move over to Sandy, the brunette. She actually is a good cock sucker, it’s possible that she would have won even if I had started with her. At the 4 minute mark I feel my balls tighten up and I dump cum in her mouth. ”To bad Heidi, you get to be my play toy for a while.” I zip up as I give “Deep Kiss” a call. ”Got one for you. About an 8 or so. High pain tolerance as well. Should last at least a year. Yeah, at the school. I’ll keep her here until you can get her.”

The Trophy Wife. – Classic

This is a classic WSA 2000 story. It doesn’t fit in current canon, but could with minor tweaks. Slight edit

So, it’s the next day. I’m trying to recover from 4 blow jobs in 8 hours. I’m wondering if this is going be a regular thing if I do go full-time at the school. There are worse things to deal with.

The door rings, I look up and there is a drop dead gorgeous brunette coming in. She, once she gets in to the room, she pulls her top off.

“So rate me“.

“A+, Live Roaster Endorsement, Prime”

“And that means?”

“It means that when your husband sells you, it’s highly likely that you will be dead with in the week, in some sort of painful way. There is a large market for watching women like you die in great pain.”

“That’s what I thought. What would happen if I was sold here?”

“We would add you to our sex slave rental stable, and you would get fucked at $150.00 a pop all day long. There is also a market for fucking women that look like you. I suspect you know that.”

“Of course I know it. I also know that my darling husband had visited slaver web sites, uploading naked photos of me and asking for bids. Fuck shops aren’t bidding as much as the ‘kill the bitch’ shops.”

“No, they don’t. At least not now. A few years ago, there was a rush on buying sex slaves, but that died out. At least the fad of doing live spits has at least slowed down. I’ll grant that if I had bought you at my last place of work, you would be a live spit.”

“Would that be ‘Hills Fine Meat’ that you used to work at?”

“That would be the case. Granted it’s possible you would have been snuffed some other way, but with your body type, you would be a spit roast 85% of the time.”

“Even if I have a 95% rating on all three holes?”

“Yeah, if you are in a snuff shop, they don’t really care how good you fuck, at least not unless you are being killed while you get fucked. Why did you get tested?”

“My husband, then my boyfriend, had me and my sister tested. He said he would marry who ever scored higher. I beat her by 10 points on the average. I got lots of practice when I was in Delta Delta Delta.”

You were a Tri-Delt? How did you avoid being enslaved? That sorority gets mass converted damn near every year.

“I was an officer during a year they only took the 2nd year girls, then the next year they took the pledge class. I saw the writing on the wall and got out. Just in time, because that semester they snuffed all the officers on the weekend of the homecoming game. Don’t remember what their stated reason was, but I’m sure I would have been in violation of it along with the rest. Tri-Delts taste like pork, by the way What do I need to do to stop being a snuff pig?”

“Volunteer at a non snuff shop or file a complaint against your husband for abuse. I’d be careful about the last, because if you end up going to court, when he is found innocent, you get converted, and as a general rule, the state sell to the highest bidder, which in your case…”

“Snuffed out for some one sick kicks”

“Yeah”

“OK, make me a slave. If I go home I’m a trophy wife made into a spit muffin to make a car down payment.”

Well, I don’t know about her fuck skills, much less her anal skills, but I can vouch for her cock sucking. She’s going to make us a ton of money and I get half of it. Good start for the day.

Selling the Other Woman – Classic Story

This is a classic WSA 2000 story from February 2013. It does not fit in the current canon.

Josh! Got a pick up for you before you go off to get your cock sucked at the school.

I should never had told him about that aspect of working at Eastlake Finishing School. It’s not like I only work there for the blow jobs. There is the slaving any school girl I want aspect as well. More about that later.

So I arrive at the address for the pick up. There I find a woman reading a book on a couch, with one in chains at on the floor.

“Mojo slaves, here for a pick up.”

The reading woman reading the book, looks up and hands me some papers.
“I gave my husband a choice, his mistress or me. He decided on me. Take her away please”

I flipped through the papers and found photos of the husband, the husband’s signed affidavit, Susan Wellclift’s signed affidavit that she was his mistress and that he was a person of personal interest, and that he did, in fact have the right to have her converted to slave status. I ran her SSN through the state database and came back with more or less the same information.

“Well, every thing seem to be in order her, so I will be taking her away now.”

“Flog her.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said flog her. I’ll blow you if you say that she will get at least 20 strokes when you get her back to your shop.”

I’m not about to turn down a free woman blow job. She gets off the couch and on to her knees in front of me “Don’t be gentle”

Don’t have to tell me that twice. I unzip, grab her head and cram my cock into her mouth. I hold her head and just start face fucking her. I have no idea how good of a cock sucker she is, I didn’t let her do any thing but take my cock down her throat. After a few minutes, I felt my self starting to cum. I pulled out and came on her face. On her eyes to be more precise. I pushed her down, causing her to fall on to her back. “OK, I’ll flog her. Want the video sent to you afterwards?”

I drop Susan off at the shop, telling her that her flogging will happen in the morning I don’t have time to do it right today. I strip her and toss her into the holding cell, with a “Not for Sale” sign on the door.

Last Friday, we had a meeting at the EFS. Seems that we had finally gotten our “School with slaving rights” certificate from the state, upgrading us from “Contest with slaving option”, so we were dropping a lot of the conversion reasons and using just staff and faculty options. I, as the house slaver, was given a 25 a week limit, and of those, I could damage 5 and snuff 3. When they say damage, they meant torture until they had visible effects. Armed with this info, I’m standing out side my office/torture chamber door watching teen girls walk past. The idea that I could just grab one and finish her conversion any time I wanted was pretty sweet. Add in the permission to torture and/or snuff one a day, and damn, I am one happy sociopath.

New School Year – Classic

This is a Classic WSA2000 story, from Aug 2013. It does not fit current canon. Slight edit

Well it’s a new school year. I’ve taken the job of Eastlake Finishing School’s full time slaver and executioner. The biggest thing about this school year is that all the students or the parents (or the courts In a few cases) have already signed their conversions papers. All I have to do is scan their school id click snuff or covert then do what ever I feel like to them based off of that selection. Another important part of this year is that we are a three year ‘high school’ which means I get to enslave, torture and snuff girls from 16 to 19, pretty much at will. I didn’t do any conversion the first week because I wanted to build up a ‘buffer just in case I wanted to do a bunch at once. I spotted one red head 18 year old that I knew I was going to convert, fuck and snuff once I started to do conversions.

Well today was the day. I saw the soon to be ass fucked and snuffed slut walking down the hallway by my “office / torture and snuff room”.

You! The redhead slut! Come here. I want to convert you. Give me your student card and strip!

The slut meekly walked over, gave me her card, which I scanned and marked for immediate snuff. “Why me?” I because I want to ass fuck you while I garrote you, why else? “Here in the hallway or in the snuff room?. I had to think about that. Here I think. By this time she was stripped and was getting down on her knees. “Suzy, get him hard”. Her blonde friend dropped to her knees and said “ I will fluff you if you need it I didn’t need it, but I told her to lick her soon to be dead friend’s ass to lube it up for me. Suzy ‘tossed red’s salad’ for a few minutes, then pulled back “I’m going to lick you ass while you fuck her…” Not going to turn down a rim job from a teen. I spit on my cock and pushed into red’s ass. Seems that Suzy had not only licked her ass but got spit in side as well, making for a great fuck for me. Don’t really know or care about how red felt about it. After a few strokes I pulled out my garrote and wrapped it around her throat. As I kept fucking her ass I started to tighten the cord. Just as I started to cum I pulled it fully tight, damn near cutting her throat. Needless to say she was well and fully snuffed. I pulled out of her ass, then turned around and forced my cock into Suzy’s mouth. “Clean me or die”. She went to town, licking the mix of cum and shit from my cock.

Once I was clean, I put my cock back in my slacks then looked around. There were about 20 girls watching, a good third of them fingering themselves. “Liked that did you? I can assure you that she got off easy. Some of you I’m going to torture to death, not just fuck and snuff. Take her body to the cooks and then get to class, but not you Suzy, I think I want to keep you as a personal slave for a while. Let me scan you in.