Due to multiple issues, mainly mental health related, it’s going to be about two weeks before there are any new posts. I’ve got 3 as drafts now, and I may finish one of them sooner than that.
But you don’t come here to listen to my whines. Have a nice shot of one of the daughters of Granddad Cook whose husband decided to snuff at the snuff-a-thon of his service.
As I have said before, I really don’t understand some women.
Seems that after neo-abolitionist made such a big deal about the sex and appearance or real meat testings that many companies were offering, the ‘cool’ thing to do for a large group of women would be to have themselves tested. I’m not complaining, a cash stream is a cash stream. I just don’t follow why they would be doing this. Of course some are weirder than others.
Case in point. A group of 5 women came in (3 blonds, a dark redhead, and a brunette) to be sex and meat tested. Unlike most women that come in for the tests, they wanted a little more. They had a rather odd conditional enslavement contract that they had drawn up. It stated that the woman with the highest score “in each category tested” would be enslaved “for use in that category” and that the finders fee would be split among the non-enslaved members of the group. I collected the $100.00 each for both tests and sent them back to the testing guys. Because there was a possibility of enslavement, I also had them give me a urine sample. While they were back being tested, I checked the state slave database. The database and whiz quizzes both said that all 5 were eligible for conversion.
After 30 minutes or so, they all come back into my office, with a sealed envelope with their test scores. I took the envelope to open it, then asked, “OK, how are we going to do the taxes? At least one of you will be enslaved, and maybe one of you is going to end up as meat. Normally, the taxes come out of what I pay for the slave, but this is a special case.” I wasn’t going to push it really hard, but if they were willing to pay to be tested, knowing that it could result in their enslavement, they might pay their own slave tax. Couldn’t hurt to ask. They talked among themselves for a few moments, then one asked “How much is the tax”? “$300 each because this is technically a contract conversion, not a volunteer conversion”. They talked a few minutes, then decided, “Can you take our bank cards and make a withdrawal from the ones you take?” I thought for a second, “Check cards or debit cards, sure, but not credit cards. They will not be valid after your enslavement.” Marjorie, the redheaded girl spoke up “How about you just take all the money in the account, take your share out, then split it among the ones not enslaved?” I replied, “All I can legally give is the finders fee equal to the tax paid. I can enter into a separate contract, however. Let me see if what I can do.” I pulled up my boilerplate tax law enslavement contract and did a little fast modification, so that instead of all assets going to the husband, they went to the non-enslaved members of their group and if there were none of them not enslaved, to Spellbook Slaves. I printed it off, after which they all signed it. They then started pulling check cards out of their purses and handing them over to me. After I had the cards from all of them, I started to open the scores’ envelope. Then one of the blonds, Jeannette Holland, spoke up, “Wait. I think, to make sure everybody goes through with this and doesn’t try to run out, we should be put in some sort of restraints and maybe gagged.” One of the other blonds, Kathie Alvarado, added “And stripped”. Jeannette nodded, “Of course”. With that, they started to strip down. After they were naked, I had them cross their arms behind their back, after which I secured them with the plastic “zip ties” that both slavers and police use as disposable handcuffs.
After that, I opened up the report.
“Well, in the oral sex category, the high score goes to Mindy Lloyd.” Mindy was one of the blonds. “Mindy, I’ll be selling you to ‘Deep Kiss Traders’, so you can expect to be working at a suck club in a couple of days. With your cocksucking scores, you should do well there.” Mindy looked almost excited about this.
“Next, we have the anal sex category. Looks like our winner is Marjorie Pugh. Marjorie, your redheaded ass, and it is your ass that is being sold, is going to the ‘501 Meatpacking Company’, which despite the name, is a gay bar, granted it’s a bar with fuck booths. They have a standing request for slaves with high anal sex scores because it’s the only kind of female fucking their clientele do is up the ass. Expect to be abused some, as you’re not really a twink. Your skill might keep you from major abuse, however.” Marjorie didn’t look happy.
“Moving on to straight fucking, looks like Monique Francis is the best here. Granted, you all rate highly, but Monique takes the prize. I’ll be keeping you as a rental sex and torture slave. I’m currently out of brunettes.”
“Now, in the overall category, which is the average of the three sex categories score, looks like the best over all sex kitten of all of you is Kathie. You will also be kept as a rental sex and torture slave. Both of you can to expect to have a fairly short and painful life. You should be glad you don’t have the body type that guarantees a tortured to death session, so you will mainly just get used as a sex slave, with some light to medium torture, however we do have clients that like to snuff their fuck toys. Eventually, that will happen to you, could be tomorrow, could be next year.”
I put down the S&F test scores and picked up the appearance test results. Knowing how Alex scores women, I knew that all of these girls were going to be Grade A, but who knows about the A Prime. Currently, Jeannette was looking very pleased, knowing that she was about to get a lot of money because she was the only one not enslaved. I checked the list Alex did. There was one, A Prime. “Well, it looks like the meat girl is… Jeannette Holland. Thank you for playing. I’ll have you sent to Hill’s Fine Meat within the hour. You can expect to be put on a spitting machine and live roasted before the week is out. With their new machines, you have an 85% chance of surviving the spitting process and going over the coals alive.” She looked stunned.
I ran the cards, paying the tax for each one of them and triggering their slave conversions. I called Vicky in and told her to take Monique and Kathie back to the rental slave’s dorm. I got on the phone with Deep Kiss and offered them Mindy, at a quite nice amount. 501 Meatpacking Company said they would have a truck come by to pick up Marjorie this afternoon.
I called Celina, asking her to run a full asset search on the women, and to get back to me on it because, well, unlike most enslavement, their assets were mine, because of the contact they signed.
Not a bad afternoon’s work. It’s not often I get slaves to pay through the nose to be enslaved.
It’s early morning. I’d been out last night collecting bar flies. 3 of them were re-sold to their boyfriends, and one to her girlfriend. I still had 2 in the new slave in-processing room to deal with because their “significant others” either were not reachable or didn’t really want them back. I’m on my second cup of Needwood tea and have just not really woken up. Vicky comes into the office and tells me that there is a Mr. Frederik to see me. I asked her to send him in.
Mr. Frederik is a 40ish white guy, wearing a casual suit. He starts off, “My name is Len Frederik. My wife, Jean, is cheating on me. I want you to capture her and enslave her whore ass.”
“Capture?”
“Yes, she’s here in Eastlake on a business meeting. We don’t live in Eastlake, I flew in to speak with you on this matter. I’ve seen your show. Go to her hotel and stun gun her ass and bring her back. I’ll pay extra if you do it in public.”
“I see. I need your social security number, her social security number and two forms of ID from you, plus your actual address.” Turns out he’s from Kentucky, which is good because they have a net addressable database like Oklahoma does. Everything checks out, and his whiz quiz was clean, so we are good to go here. He gives me a collection of photos of his wife, including a full nude, the address of the hotel and a number to reach him after I capture her. As I look over the photos of his wife, an attractive blond, I tell him I will attempt to get her this afternoon. He thanks me and leaves.
I finish my cup of tea and check my schedule. Looks to be clean for most of the afternoon. Have a couple of calls this morning, but seems like it should be a more or less slow day. While I decide if I want another cup of Needwood or if I want to switch to Earl Grey, Vicky rings the intercom. “I have a Mr. Greenfeld to see you”. I asked her to show him in. Mr. Greenfeld is, well, oily. Wearing a cheap leather jacket with jeans. “Hi, the name is Vinny Greenfeld, and I’m just in town for a meeting this week. I’ve been banging this chick at the meeting and, well, I just thought it would be cool to leave with some cash for my troubles. It’s not like I made sales quota this week.” I ask him if he has the required proof that he is a person of personal contact, and he tells me that he’s been taping his banging. He slides me a USB stick. Sigh, more bad amateur porn…
I put the stick into the computer and brought up the video app. Staring back at me on the screen is Jean Frederik, naked and on top of Vinny. I click to the next chapter and see them at it again. I click next, and verify that there are in fact 3 sex acts with the two of them, with valid time date stamps. I eject the stick and put it in the folder I’ve started on this conversion.
I drum my fingers on the desk. “We have a problem. Mr. Frederik was in earlier this morning requesting Jean’s conversion.”
Vinny looks at me and asks, “How did you know her name?”
I give him the “listen to what I say” look, “Didn’t you hear me, her husband wants her enslaved. Let me make a call.”
I called Len’s cell number that he gave me. After I ID myself to him, I asked him if he knows anyone named Vinny Greenfeld. He tells me he doesn’t. I told him that it might be a good idea to drop by my office. I call Vicky in and ask her to take Mr. Greenfeld to one of the waiting rooms, and to get a slave to blow him while he is waiting if he likes. He stands up and as they are leaving I hear Vinny ask Vicky “Got any redheads? I like redheads”.
About 30 minutes later, Mr. Frederik arrives. After he gets seated, I ask him how he knows that Jean is cheating on him. He replies, “Because while we were out drinking last week, Jim told me.”
OK, now I’m confused. “Who is Jim?”
“Jim Wallace, one of my friends. We used to work together.”
I trigger the monitor for the waiting room that Vinny is in. He’s in one of the easy chairs with a redhead on her knees in front of him, blowing him. “Do you know this man?”
He watches at the TV, “No, should I?”
I nod. “Yeah, you should. He’s screwed Jean at least three times this week and wants to convert her.”
He looks at the screen a bit, then snorts. “Does he want to keep her?”
I shrug, “I don’t think so. Said he wanted to make a little extra cash this week.”
Len tilts his head to the side and thinks for a moment. “How much do you think I would get for Jean?”
I thought about it for a minute. “Assuming she doesn’t have some sort of issue that would lower her value, around 1000, maybe 1200. More if you don’t mind knowing that she’s going to be tortured to death on cable TV.”
Len shakes his head, “No, I don’t want that, I mean, not really. I mean, if that’s what happens, I’m fine with it, but I would rather not insure it. And I’d just a soon not have her sold to one of those BBQ places either, not if you have a choice. Hmm. Maybe I can make a deal with this Vinny guy. Can I talk to him?”
I looked at Len, “You’re not going to punch him out or anything for fucking your wife, are you?”
Len looks like I’m crazy for saying that. “Why would I do that? I’d already decided to get rid of her ass before I knew about him. It’s not like I’m still in love with her credit card maxing ass anymore.” He thinks for a second, then says, “Now that I think about it, I really don’t care if you sell her to the cable TV people. How much more are we talking?”
I brought up the Torture Channel’s web page and follow a few links. “Looks like about a two grand, plus or minus small change. A little more if she qualifies for their ‘Hotties’ program.”
He nods his head firmly. “OK, let’s see what sort of deal Mr. Greenfeld and I can reach here.” I asked Vicky to have Vinny brought in.
After he comes into the office, I introduce him to Len, “This is the husband of the chick you were banging”. Vinny, predicable, looks a bit upset by this information. “Look, it didn’t mean anything, you know about being on the road…” Len waves if off, “I was here to have her enslaved myself, don’t worry about it.”
Vinny sits back down and looks relived. “So, how do we do this?” I ask.
Len turns to me and asks, “How can you pay?”
I told him “Well, what I can do is, after one of you signs the paperwork, I can effect a capture, then run the pregnancy test on her. Assuming she passes that, I can pay you my baseline. Because you have asked to have her sold to The Torture Channel, you will be eligible for a bonus payment, assuming they take her option. That, of course, means she will be tortured, possible to death, on their cable TV channel.”
Len looks over at Vinny, “So, want to split the payments or do you want to flip for it?”
Vinny looks up at the ceiling and mutters to himself. He pulls his head down, “Let’s split the check. When will you know if she’s been accepted by the cable guys?”
I looked at the clock. “If I get her before 1:00 PM, we should know this afternoon. They send somebody around to check my stock once a week, and today’s the day. I’ve got a couple of friends I can call, but they don’t really like to make special runs for one slave.”
Vinny offers up the detail that from 11:30 to 12:00 this morning she’s going to be on the panel at a luncheon at the Eve’s Mark hotel downtown. I smile about this. The Eve’s Mark chain of hotels is owned by National Media. They rather specifically don’t have a “No Slavers in the hotel” rule, like so many of the other national chains do. Funny that.
I thank the men and tell them that I will give them a call when I have her in my control, there are hand shakes all around, and Vinny tells Len he knows about a great place for an early lunch. They leave talking about basketball. You got to love male bonding.
I called the downtown Eve’s Mark and found out what group is holding the luncheon. It’s the National Group of Light Industry, Human Resource Special Interest Group. I ask to speak to one of the committee chairs, if possible. After a few minutes, I get put on with a Mr. Donald Fries. I explain to Mr. Fries that I have a valid conditional enslavement paper on one of their panel members. He responds to this with, “So, Jean’s getting enslaved?”. I say, “Well, yes, but how did you know?” “She’s the only one who qualifies on the panel. I know the other two women on the panel have minor children. So, when are you going to do it?”
I think about it. “That would sort of be up to you, however, I have a business case for doing it before noon today.”
He replies, “Oh, good thing you called when you did. Can you get here in the next 30 minutes or so? We are having a meeting of the panel members then, and you can pick her up then.”
I tell him that I should be able to make that, then add, “You’re being very cold-blooded about this, can I ask why?” “I’m in Human Resources, enslavement is a fact of life in the modern workplace. And I knew that Eve’s Mark doesn’t have a ‘No Slavers’ rule when I chose this hotel. There isn’t anything I can do to stop you, so it’s in my best interest to have it disrupt the conference as little as possible.”
I get the room number of their meeting, and thank him. As I gather my kit together, I see a small group of what appear to be cheerleaders coming up the path to the door. I tell Vicky to find out what this gaggle of bimbos wants and to deal with it if possible, I’ll be back in an hour or so.
I arrive at the Eve’s Mark downtown hotel, and park the van in the loading dock area. I check the stun gun then head up to the 3rd floor. I found the room, and knocked on the door. I hear a muffled “Come in.” I open the door, expecting to find a small group of people talking about, oh, I don’t know, whatever Catbert’s talk about when they are together. Instead, I find Jean, in her bra and panties, kneeling on the floor in front of one of those business chairs that hotels are so fond of. In the chair is a balding man in his 50s. His pants are down and she is blowing him. He looks up at me, “Ah, Mr. West. You’re here a bit early. Can you let her finish?”
I nod. “Jean Frederik, a person of personal contact, one Vinny Greenfeld, has requested that you be enslaved, pursuant to the White Slave Act of 2000. At this time, you are provisionally enslaved, pending the results of your pregnancy test. I also have an enslavement request from your legal husband, Len Frederik. Now finish blowing Mr. Fries”. With that, she turns back to Donald and takes his cock back into her mouth. If anything, it’s gotten harder as I read off the enslavement to her. He grabs her head and starts face fucking her. “I think I will cum in your mouth now, you slave slut! You’re not too good to eat my cum now, you slut!” He keeps this up for about 30 seconds, then holds her head down as he empties into her mouth. After he finishes, he kicks her back. “Take her, Mr. West.”
I looked down at Jean Frederik, who was laying where she had been kicked back to, with a trace of cum on her face. I hold up the stun gun, “Do I need to use this?” She shakes her head back and forth as she sits up. “I’m going to gag you any way.” With that, I shove a ball gag into her mouth and fasten the straps behind her head, then pull her to her feet. I put a set of cuffs on her, with her arms behind her back, then lead her out of the room. “Thank you, Mr. Fries,” I say as we leave.
I get her secured in the van. As we start to head back to my office, I tell her the facts of her new life. “Unless you are pregnant at this time, you have been converted into a slave. Your husband and Vinny have agreed to split the check for you. Moreover, both of them have asked that you be sold, if possible, to The Torture Channel, and I will warn you that if you are bought by them, you will undergo public torture, then, and will likely, be killed on the Torture Channel cable TV station.” We were at a stop light, so I turned and looked back at her. Tears were streaming down her face. No matter what else this woman was, and it appears that she’s a bit of a cock hound, she would rather not be enslaved. I reached back to release the ball gag from her, warning her that if she starts screaming, I will taser her on the spot. She doesn’t but does start, “Please, Sir, don’t take me. Let me go, tell them you couldn’t find me.”
I shake my head, “Can’t do that. I’m not even going to say I’m sorry about that, either.”
She sobs. “If you can’t do that, then at least, please, don’t sell me to the snuff shows. Len watches those sometimes. Makes me suck him while he does, it’s horrible what they do to those girls.”
I reply “If you meet their needs this week, that’s where you’re going, if not, well, we will see. Len did say he would rather you not be sold to a BBQ place, but if that’s the only option, he can live with that. Seems he doesn’t really care if you live or die, and in fact, would rather you died.”
She sobbed in silence for the rest of the trip back to the office.
When we got to the office, I opened the door and brought her in to the waiting room. I removed the cuffs from her and handed her a sample cup. “Fill this to the line. This is your last hope.” She went into the ladies room and brought it back a few moments later. I put a drop on the DAP card. It came back clean. “Jean Frederik, you are enslaved at this time.” With that, I put a collar on her, then pushed the intercom button. “Vicky, come escort this slave to the holding area.” Vicky comes in, muttering, “I don’t understand other teenagers at all.” I looked at them, “What did that mob all want to volunteer?” Vicky shook her head, “No, you remember that pair that came in last week wanting to be graded?” I nodded, “Seems that they went to the same school as those girls. They wanted to be graded as well. Thomas and that assistant of his talked two of them into signing conditionals. If in the next 90 days you get a request for a spit muffin meeting their body type, well, you’ve got them. I processed their papers and contacted their parents, more than anything else, to explain why they had collars on. I used the digital cell model on them, so you should be able to activate their collars anywhere in the country, not just within range of our network.” She raised her hands, “I know they are expensive, but the possible trade-off is worth it. I told them the that they would get a shock if their conditional enslavement was activated, and they had 2 hours to report, or their heads would be blown off. I did a demo to make sure that they were active and to show them what it felt like.”
I looked at Vicky, “Let me guess, you have a standing order for a spit roast matching their body types.” Vicky smiled back, “Only one of them, but give me some time.”
Vicky was starting to lead Jean away. “Vicky, wait, if Thomas is here, I need to talk to him anyway. I’ll take her back to be graded.” I took Jean by the hand and headed back to the room that Thomas and Debby-Ann did their grading. I walk in and find Debby-Ann on her knees in front of Thomas, who is in the process of unloading one of his massive cums on to her face. “Thomas, we have dozens of slaves in this building. Why do you insist on cumming on the only mistress in the company face?” Debby-Ann looks up at me, “Because we just graded 10 prime young sluts, and I was major hot. I wanted to put one on a Jessica 3000 machine, but if I can’t do that, I want to have a hard cock in my mouth.” What can you say to logic like that? “Oh. I see, of course, certainly, cum on her face then. But when you are done, this is Jean, I know she’s not a cheerleader, but see what her grade is please, then have one of the girls take her to the storage room. I need her graded before Phil comes in this week to evaluate for TTC” As Debby-Ann went to get a rag to clean her face off, Thomas asked “Stamp, tattoo or brand?” I looked at her “Stamp, I think. If TTC doesn’t want her, we can redo it later as needed.”
About 20 minutes later, Thomas and Debby-Ann walked into my office. “We are leaving out for the day, got some other places to do this afternoon. Jean was a borderline Grade A. Really more of a Grade B. Definitely not live roaster material, among other things, she’s got fake tits. That a major down check right there. Plus her body fat level is just a little low, so all in all, good prime fuck toy, not a so much as meat. For what it’s worth. See you on the morrow.”
While I waited on Phil to arrive, I went over my books. Well, looked at the reports that Celina had done for me. I really need to come up with a way to reward her, I would have a hard time doing my business without her. Need to think on that a bit.
Right on time, Phil arrived. He stuck his head into my office and said, “I’m going back to check, anybody you want to me to give a close check on? Or any wonderful ones?”
I told him that he should do a close check on Jean because both of the requesters had expressed an interest in her becoming a torture slave, and that a couple of the bar flies were rather hot, and as so far unclaimed.
His eyes went up at the “both” bit, “You have got to tell me that story some time…”
“It’s all on tape. I suspect it will be on the show tonight.”
About 10 minutes later, Phil came back. “I can give you 1100 for the two blond bar flies, but no can do with the housewife, what’s her name, Jean?”.
Well, that’s that. I signed the report, and was told that TTC would be sending a truck by to pick the two blonds up in the morning. Phil said he would be back next week.
I thought about it for a minute. I asked Vicky to get a sex skills tester in and have them test Jean, and see if they could do it today. A few minutes later, Vicky tells me that somebody from “S&F Testing” would be by within the hour. I called Len up on his cell and told him that National Media didn’t want Jean, and she was marginal as meat, and didn’t get a live roaster endorsement, but I still had one more possible high dollar client, but It would require a test to be run on her, and that the test cost $50.00. He told me that I should deduct the test cost from the payout. I thanked him and told him I would get back to him.
The tester from “Suck and Fuck testing” showed up, right on time. I
had Vicky take him back to see Jean. Roughly an hour later, he drops by my office, and gives me a report. Her vaginal sex skills were rated at around 60%, anal were even worse, but her oral skills were rated at 99% He explained that they aren’t allowed to give out 100%, but if they did, she would have gotten one. It seems she has no gag reflex, and can take an 18″ test dildo all the way in and hold it for any length of time. “You are never going to choke that chick, at least not with a cock. Plus, she knows what to do with her tongue and lips. And she gives a real blow job, not a porn star job, which just looks good.”
I pick up my phone and call “Deep Kiss Traders”. Jill answers the phone. “Jill, this is Mike West over at Spellbook, can I talk to Fred please?” I hear her call out, “Dad! It’s Mr. West, he wants to talk to you…”
Fred picks up the phone, and I hear him chuckle, “Some day she will learn about the hold button, what can I do for you, and Jill still isn’t for sale.”
I laughed back, “Actually, she wasn’t why I called this time. What is your going rate for a slave that tests out at 99% on her oral skills?”
Fred gets serious. “Depends on who did the testing. I don’t trust some of them.”
I reply “It was S&F, last time I checked they weren’t on your shit list”.
“No, they are OK. Would add 5 points or so to their anal scores, but aside from that, they are good. Why, you got one that tested that high?”
“Yeah, I do, and to be honest, I’m phasing out my rental business. Between you me and the wall, I would advise you to get out of the general sex slave rental business by, oh, start of school next year.”
“Damn, they are going through with that? I thought there was a lawsuit holding it up.
“There was, but they reached a compromise last week. Your oral sluts business shouldn’t be effected, nor will my torture slaves, but general sex rentals are a dead letter in Eastlake starting next school year. The only way you’re going to compete is find a niche and stick to it, which is why I’m getting out of the non-torture slaves business, which is why I have this highly skilled oral slave for sale, not in my rental stable.”
I heard a bit of keyboarding. “So which one is she?”
I give him the camera number, knowing that he is checking her via the website that The Torture Channel has to support my show.
“She’s a looker. A lot of the ones that test that high aren’t. Something about needing to compensate”
“Her tits are fake, by the way”
“Teach your granny to suck eggs. I can tell that from here “.
“How much for her?” I ask.
I hear some keyboarding, “A S&F 99% that looks good? I can go a two grand.” I do my figuring. After taxes and everything, that means 300 to me and around 650 for each of the requesters. I can live with that. “OK, works for me. When do you want her?”
Fred replies, “I’ll send Jill over this afternoon.”
I call Len up and hear bar noises. “I take it you and Vinny are drinking lunch. Drop by, and I can cut you both a check for $650 each for Jean. Seems she is a blow job queen, and I’m selling her to a company that specializes in those. For what it’s worth, the life expectancy of a slave in a suck club is about 9 months, assuming they offer noose sucks, which most do.”
I hear Len call out “Hey, Vinny, we get 650 for the slut, work for you?” The reply is difficult to make out, but after a second, Len comes back on the phone and says, “Be there in an hour or so.”
They arrive, in fact, in less than an hour, take their checks and head back out. I hear Vinny say to Len, “Hey, I’m going to be in town for the rest of the week, let’s see if we can catch ourselves another slut or two to sell.” Len replies, “Sounds like a plan to me…” I shake my head, feeling that I haven’t seen the last of those two.
Aimee aka Water just hit a milestone in her becoming a certified mistress. She just tricked a fellow student into being a slave. I am so proud of her.
While she has, several times, managed to get a free student to sign a torture waiver, she hasn’t gotten one to sign a conversion document without her being a true volunteer.
Janis Reed, her “friend” came to Aimee with that infamous question that every teen girl asks at one point “How can I fuck my boyfriend more than three times a month and not risk being made a slave?”
The actual answer? You can’t.
So, Janis asks Aimee about this. Aimee thinks for a second and says, “Well, you could sign your sex rights over to me, and because Oklahoma doesn’t recognize female on female persons of personal contact, you are safe from being PPCed by your boy toy.”
Ok, for starters, for those new to the game, there is no such things a sex rights. So what Aimee had Janis sign was basically a contract that stated that if someone could claim to be a person of personal contact, Janis would automatically default to being Aimee’s property. It’s a modified version of the contracts that many places “let” you sign, basically making your women collateral on loans or services. Another way to look at it, it was a purity pledge with teeth.
So, about 3 weeks after this contract was signed, Janis comes to Aimee all bubbly and talking about how great having a whole week of nothing but fucking. Janis didn’t notice or care that Aimee had triggered the record mode on her smartphone. Linda asked several leading questions, like “with more than one guy?”, “No, just the one?”, “How many times did you make him cum? That many, damn, sounds like a real stud”. “Did you blow him?”, “Just to get him hard so he could fuck you? That’s great.”, “What about butt sex? Only once and you didn’t like, that cool. I don’t like either.”
That is either a lie or she puts up with it from me. I ass fuck Aimee at least twice a week.
So, after getting all of this down, Aimee uploads the “proof” that Janis could be PPC and her contract was triggered.
A couple of days later, Janis and Aimee are hanging out in the office / torture chamber after school and Aimee shows her Aimee’s latest design in slave cages. It’s a small, you have to squat to get in it and locks with your head out of the top. Rather cleaver. Aimee keep asking Janis to try it out, but Janis didn’t want to get rust stains all over her nice gray shirt. “That’s ok, just strip. It’s not like Master Ayers hasn’t seen a million nude teens. And I’ve seen you nude dozens of times.” So, after a little sweet-talking, Janis is nude and locked in the slave cage. “How do you like your new home? Did you know that sex right document you signed? Yeah, what it means is that if you can even possibly be converted by a person personal contact, I get you. Registered your ass as mine the day you gave me all those exact details. It’s too bad that you don’t like to eat pussy because either you’re going to get excellent at it or I will sell you to a whore house. Oh, and don’t worry about spilling the beans and spoiling my plans on the other girls, they will never see you again. Lucky for me, your fuck toy left for university out of the country. I’ve already started the rumor that he converted you and took you with him.”
This will make more sense if you read these posts in order. This post picks up in the middle of events after part one of the wake story.
West-sama? My name is Sumisu Aki. I worked as a liaison for my company, Yanmar, to Cook-Sama’s company. I wish to enslave my wife Sute, and my daughters Ima, Masa, Nomi, Hiroko, Maeko and Nayoko plus my secretaries, Morita Sachi and Himura Kinu in Cook-Sama’s honor. Cook-sama was always telling me that a slave family is the most harmonious family. Sadly, I did not do this while he was still alive.
I would also like you to enslave my sister-in-law, Matsumura Atsuko, who is Atsuko twin sister, and her three daughters, Hoshi, Sakura and Amarante. I have the proof needed for my sister-in-law and her daughters for enslavement by me, I believe you call this “personal contact enslavement” here in America. It was most pleasant gaining that right. There is no such option in Japan. Neither my wife, my daughters, my sister-in-law, and her daughters should be much of a problem today. They were warned that they maybe enslaved today, but they came to the event of their own free will, they were given the option of staying home.
I know that Japan has a lower age of consent than Oklahoma. Are all the daughters of age here?
While I am aware that the age of consent varies between Japan and American states, all the daughters are of age in Oklahoma.
I am also invoking the enslavement clause of my secretaries’ American employment contract. This may come as a surprise to them as they assumed that their American contract would be the same or similar as their Japanese employment contract. In Japan, it is rare, to the point of near nonexistent, to have such an enslavement clause in an employment contract. You may have trouble with capturing them.
Sumisu San, isn’t it legal to convert women in Japan? Why are you converting them here? I’ve seen anime and read manga where some characters are slaves, sometime all of them. It’s a popular version of Seinen and Shōnen anime and manga, plus even some Josei anime.
Vicky-san, while it is legal in Japan to enslave women and girls, it is not often done to your whole family at one time, much less your workers, which is normally not possible in Japan. It is also rather expensive to enslave women older than school girls aged, as the tax is, shall we say, high, at 40,000 yen per year starting the second year after they reach the age of consent. This is in addition to the normal tax on enslavement. The age tax on Sute, her twin sister Atsuko, and the secretaries alone comes to over seven thousand five hundred in American money. There is also a tax, that varies by the exact number of women and girls enslaved, on enslaving more than 2 family members at a time. After all taxes, the total to enslave all that I am doing today would be near twelve thousand American, plus the fee paid to the slaving company, which would add about two thousand more. While the company pays well, it does not pay that well. Most men in Japan are expected to have no more than three or four slaves, who were enslaved while still school girls. Because of the treaty between Japan and your country concerning slaves, women, and girls enslaved here are treated as slaves in Japan and no taxes are due, other than slave import duties. Regardless of if they would be taxes due if the enslavement happened in Japan. Slave import duties are a trivial cost.
Sumisu-Sama, I must ask, why is your sister-in-law in America? I understand why your secretaries would be Japanese and why your company would pay for them, but I would think that only your immediate family would be paid for by your company.
My company pays a monthly stipend, for dwelling and food costs, which is based on the number of dependents you have, so it is in my advantage to have as many dependents as possible. The rent on my house and our monthly food costs are far lower than the stipend, as it is set up for cites with a much higher cost of living than Eastlake. As to why I have my sister-in-law living here with me, she and her three daughters were living with my family while she searched for a job in Osaka. She had no husband and her family rejected her for having three daughters out of marriage, so I took her in. I did not know that this would be several years. By company policy, she and her daughters are dependents at the time of my moving here to Eastlake. They are also treated as dependents by your IRS for income tax purposes.
Sumisu-sama, I would be honored to enslave your family and secretaries. I’m sure that Cook-sama would approve. Can you point them out to me?
My family, plus my sister-in-law and her daughters, are by, or in, the hot tub. My secretaries are by the lake. You should not have trouble finding them, as they are the only Japanese women here today. You will have to speak through Nomi for my family, as she is the only one of my daughters that speaks fluent English. Both of my secretaries are fluent in English.
After you have enslaved them, I wish to have my sister-in-law, Atsuko killed. If you would, please cut her throat, then disembowel her. My daughter Ima is trained as a butcher and chef will prepare her in the traditional Japanese Yaku fashion, as I do not like the taste and texture of American style roasted slave. I invite you to try a taste of her when Ima has finished grilling her.
I wish to keep ownership of the rest, as they will bring a premium on the Japanese market, more so than I could get here in America, if I do not desire to keep them. I will be returning to Japan soon.
Sumisu-Sama, because you are keeping your slaves, rather than selling them to my company, it will cost you five hundred dollars per conversion. That covers the federal tax and our fee. I can make you a deal for a total of six thousand for the whole family and your secretaries, that’s one slave for free.
That is most fair West-Sama. That is less than half the price I would pay in Japan. I have been saving for this for a while, I just wish I had done it while Cook-sama was still alive. I thank you for your time.
Looks like that there is something in the Southside water that does things to people that live here. Or Mr. Sumisu wanted a divorce and didn’t want to go through the legal system. And he’s a busy man, having fucked as many women as he had, often enough to get personal contact status on them.
Evan, Ian, Vicky go get them. Get the secretaries first, and just taser them to start. Mr. Sumisu implied that the family members wouldn’t be a problem. If there is a difficulty, taser the adult first. Run blood test on all of them and if they are green, then put them in the van, apart from the sister-in-law. Take her over to the kitchen. Evan, take the van back to the shop and return as soon as you can. Vicky, think you are up to cutting the throat of a slave then disemboweling her?
I can try. Might have to taser her first. While she might go along with being a slave, she’s not likely to sit still why her throat is cut. It’d be my first throat cutting, we don’t do that in the torture room, or at least I don’t think we do. Might have changed since the Issac and Sheila have taken over, but I think that’s too fast of a snuff for them. Sheila might want to do a bloodbath, she seems the type. Speaking of which, I think I’ll strip to do it, so I don’t get blood on my clothes. I’ll wash off using the pool shower after I’m done.
Well, people, get on it. Evan, go with Vicky in case she needs help.
Hi there. Are you one of the people killing women and girls?
Yes, I am. Why do you ask?
I want to be killed in the sexiest way possible. Can you do that for me?
Well, first, are you a slave? If you are, I would need to get the permission of your owner. If you’re a free woman, you would need to volunteer for conversion. Once you do that, you are mine to treat as I wish, which includes snuffing you.
I’m not a slave, or I would just ask my master to kill me in some sexy way. What do I have to do to volunteer?
Fill out this form on my tablet, then get on your knees.
Why on my knees?
Because I’m going to kill you by choking you to death while you deep throat my cock. Just let me put this face fucking block of wood between your jaws to keep you open and so you don’t bite.
I don’t have a gag reflex, I don’t think I will bite.
You say that, but I’ve seen slave bite from just face fucking, never mind long deep throats. That’s why I have the face fuck blocks.
Yes, master, I understand. Put the block in my mouth.
I’m not your master yet. Fill out the form first.
Yes sir.
OK, never actually killed a slave while she was deep throating me. This should be good.
Well, she is taking it all the way down, oh, yeah, doing that throat muscle thing. I’ll hold her head down so she can’t come up for air.
Oops, trying to pull up. Nope, not letting you. Gotta hold her tighter by the face. Keep it down bitch. I should have looked at her name on the form, but I don’t really care.
Nope, not coming up, sorry slut, you asked for this, I don’t care if you changed your mind. Gotta keep a tight grip on her. Glad that block is there, she’ trying to bite.
Ah, she’s spasming. Damn that feels good. Nope, not letting you up slut. Her jaw is losings up, I think she’s going unconscious now.
Ah, yeah more spasms. The seem to be slowing down. Her face is red and her lips are turning blue. And she seems to be done. Well, gonna keep my cock in there just a little longer and my hand on her throat, make sure she’s dead.
Ah, she just twitched. Not dead yet. Let me shove it in a little more. Ah, yeah. That’s it. I think I can use her as a cock sleeve with out coming out of her throat. Yeah, OK. Gonna cum now… Ah yeah!
Not feeling any pulse. Yeah, she’s dead.
Evan, toss her on the pile with the rest of them.
Sir, did you just choke my sister to death with your cock in her throat? I mean, to death?
Yes, I did, she asked to be snuffed in the sexiest way possible. I decided that she should die with my cock in her throat.
That was hot.
Wait about 30 minutes and I’ll do you if you like.
No, my master wouldn’t like that.
Are you sure? Why don’t you ask him, I’ve got a few more face fuck blocks, in case he wants to do that way?
No, he told me how he was going to snuff me. He’s going to drown me some time when I’m taking a bath. He even got an extra deep bath tub just so he can kill slaves that way. I’ll be his fourth.
Well, OK then. As long as you get snuffed, that’s all that matters. Tell him that if he wants you to be tortured to come by Spellbook Slaves, we have a torture room designed for viewing, complete with sex slaves to service him while his slave or slaves are tortured or snuffed.
I’ll tell him that. He might like to do that.
Hello! I take it this is the place to come to if you want a troublesome family member hung. My name is Gilbert Northway and I want my daughter, Ilene hung. She has pissed me off for the last time, saying she rather be shopping instead of being at her grandfathers service. Just because he wanted her to suck his dick is no reason to not come to his service. She should have done that as a dutiful granddaughter. Her mother did, and she was his daughter. All her sisters who were old enough did.
OK Mr. Northway, if you will just fill out this form on my tablet and point her out to us, we can take care of that problem for you.
She’s the skinny blond over there talking to those other girls.
The one on the right?
Yes, that’s her.
I’ve got to ask, is she of age, she looks rather young.
Oh, no she’s old enough. Check the state database.
Ilene Northway?
Yes, what can I…
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OK Ian, take a blood test, and if she’s good, strip her and hang her on that tree.
On it boss. Are you sure she’s old enough?
Database says she is and that’s all that matters.
Should have done that as soon as she turned of age. I’ve got 12 that are still underage, and the wife is pregnant with four. You will be seeing me a lot over the next decade. I might convert them all on their birthdays from now on. Might not snuff them, might just sell them, depends on how they act as younger teenagers.
Come on by when they turn of age and we can help you. You know that a year after her next birth, if you can prove that you are getting married again immediately, you can convert your wife. They have to be picking up their attitude up from somebody, so it’s either her or their school. I recommend getting them out of the public school system and sending them to either Dutch Hall or Triumphant High when they get old enough. Both of those schools will make them into obedient daughters, granted in different ways. Of course, Tesla High will also break them of most bad habits, but they would need to be of age to go there anyway, which doesn’t help you.
I’ll keep that in mind. Several of my secretaries have been making hints about becoming sex slaves to me, and I’m strongly thinking about it. The wife is pregnant enough that I don’t get as much sex as I’d like. She doesn’t like sex after about the 5th month. Might marry one of the secretaries instead of just fucking them then making them a slave. Knowing my luck, I’ll get her pregnant and will not be able to convert her. I’ll marry that one. Well, that’s at least 18 months down the line. The twins’ birthday is coming up next month, and they are a handful, so I’m pretty sure I’m having them converted then.
Come on by, we offer the best prices for new slaves in the Eastlake metro area.
And if he puts them in Triumphant High and is even late on one payment, all the female members of his family will be seized. The underage ones will go into a state home and sold as soon as they are of age. Their contract is rather strict on that. Dutch Hall avoids that issue by asking for their tuition up front. I’m not sure which school is worse, well better, from my point of view. Leaning towards Triumphant because they get the whole family at once, not one daughter at a time.
Mr. West? I’m Joseph Wilkinson. I know you are doing family things today, but I’d like to know if I can convert my girlfriend today? We snuck off and had some sex. What she didn’t notice is that I had my phone on a stump, recording the whole thing. She’s normally careful about that. Anyway, I’m tired of her now, I’ve found a set of twins here that are willing to do threesomes on demand, so I’d like to snuff her in some sort of gross way. Not just hanging, but something really weird.
Well, we do have a drowning mud pit. She would be stripped, then lowered into head first. She would drown in thin mud. Our special for the day is a 400 dollar all in one, capture, convert, test, strip, and snuff. That covers all taxes and fees.
Oh, that sounds good. Actually, excellent. She has a fear of drowning. She wouldn’t even walk near the deep end of a pool. She’s over there by the blond hanging. Her name is Hope Simmons.
OK, the pit is over by that tree line.
Hope Simmons?
Yes?
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God I love tasers. Make capturing sluts so much easier. Which is important for old farts like me.
Well, Hope, we’re going to do something new, to you, we will drown you in a mud pit. Your ex-boyfriend Joseph thought that sounded like something you would really not like.
She’s waking up boss.
Oh God, please don’t drown me. Please, just cut my head off or hang me, anything but drowning. Please.
OK, lower her down
PLEASE
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Look at her thrash around. She really doesn’t like this at all.
I told you she had a fear of drowning.
It’s getting towards the time of the start of the service and they still only have two roasts. Not gonna be enough. Ah, here comes a country club official to the microphone now. Bet he ask for some more.
Gentlemen and Mistresses, may I have your attention. I have a request to make of you. We need at least 3 more live roasts. While I know there are several dead slaves now, Mr. Cook specified in his instructions for this service that only live roast was to be served. If anyone would like to volunteer a wife or daughter, ideally one of Mr. Cook’s daughters or granddaughters, please see Mr. West if they are not enslaved already, so he can convert them and then sell them to us. We are offering two thousand to him for this, which means you would get the wholesale value of the woman, which should be about a thousand. Please contact us immediately after the service. Thank you.
And now the service starts. We need to stand back and look respectful, then they start the spit and live roasts, and we have a 4 hour intermission until the roasted sluts are done. I suspect I’ll get a lot of business during that time.