This blog is based on a universe where in 2000 the US, followed by most of the world, allowed the enslavement of females. Very much not work safe. Also very much misogynist and more than a touch psychopathic. You have been warned.
We don’t get many calls from “Brother Charisma University”. It’s a rather straight laced full on Christian school that isn’t, in general, the sort of place that calls for slave pickups. So I was rather surprised when we got a call from them that they had an emergency, and we needed to be there as soon as possible. Mr. West sent us out to get them. He said that all three were most likely overkill. Debby-Ann said, “Better to have overkill than not enough kill”. The Boss man agrees and decided to send all three of us out anyway.
Debby-Ann tells me that I’m taking point and she and Henry will act as back up “In case it gets ugly”. This is normal. I think she likes just standing back, looking like a threat in her mistress leathers and armed with a shot gun. Henry’s main job is driving the van and helping “man handle” the slaves into it, so it’s normal for him as well.
Brother Charisma University Praying Hands
We get to their campus, passing under their famous giant praying hands entryway, to be met by 3 of their security officers.
“We have them ready for you. At least, I think they are. This isn’t normal for us. Allow me to explain. About 2 hours ago, 5 of our 2nd year girls returned from a trip off campus. We noticed that the seemed a little unstable on their feet. I had my deputy give them a breath test, and they all showed that they had been drinking more than we allow. I summoned the student security auxiliary, who informed me that if we called for a pickup, they would have to be stripped. I directed them to do so and to stand guard over them until you arrived.”
OK. A group of coeds went out, got a little drunk and, on returning to their school, they are hassled by the rent-a-cops then stripped and “guarded” by several Christian Frat Dudes. Is this a cool country or what?
Collecting some Charismatic Coeds
While I’m walking with Officer Friendly (no, really, that’s the name on his badge, J. Friendly) I see a large group of dudes standing in a circle, making with loud commentary. Basically, saying that whores deserve what they get. Officer Friendly hands me a list of names, and some papers showing the “university’s” rules about behavior. Yeah, they have violated them, so this is a legit pickup. I start my standard speech.
Diana Pearson, Raquel Cunningham, Faith Morton, Holly Dean and Ollie Gregory. You have committed offenses in violation of the morals clauses of the code of conduct for this university. According to the contract you signed with Brother Charisma University, violation of the moral’s clause can result in your conversion to persons of limited rights at the option of the university. They have elected to enforce the conversion options. You are at this time converted to persons of limited rights.
One of the Frat Dudes “standing guard” over them asked, “Ah, what’s going to happen to them?”
We’re going to sell them on the open market.
“How much would they go for?”
Based on how they look, a couple of grand each.
“Dude, wait a minute” The various Christ Bros gathered, pulling our wallets and talking among themselves
“Ah, we’ve got $2,500. Can we buy Faith?”
Sure, but I didn’t think you were allowed to keep slaves here.
“Oh, we aren’t going to keep her. We want to hang her. She is the worst sort of whore and needs to be put in her place. To act as a warning to the others.”
Officer Friendly looks like he’s going to burst with pride. “That’s my boys. Doing the Lord’s work, even with their own money”.
As I lead the other four new slaves away, I see them toss a noose over the “praying hands” archway and haul Faith up, naked and not tied. She fights against being strangled, but after no more than 10 minutes, she loses her fight and hangs dead. “We will leave her up there for a day or two” Officer Friendly tells me. “I’m glad the boys came through, helps my budget to no end. Would have hated to have to spend petty cash on getting the warning whore.”
Conference room, Great Hall of the People, Beijing, People Republic of China, August 2024
Our treaty of mutual recognition of the status of female slavery with the United States of America takes effect on the 1st of January 2025. We must be ready to start sales of slaves to America as soon as possible after that.
Comrade Chairman, there is an issue with what the west, and particularly America, considers a quality slave. Most of our harvested women don’t meet their criteria, except for men with what can only be called a fetish for “Exotic” women. Currently, Japan and South Korea have the exotic market just about to themselves, and it will take several years to set up a similar network of sellers. Unless we expand the slave harvest to women in higher education, we will not be able to harvest enough slaves that speak English or another western language well enough to be even household servants, never mind companions or sex slaves. While slaves are mainly farm and factory workers here, the labor system in America makes it difficult to export slaves as workers, due to a set of interlocking treaties with Mexico and other Central American nations. The lack of even the minimal language skills to be a worker by the vast majority of slaves as also makes this difficult.
This is not acceptable. We must, therefore, expand the harvest to places of higher education.
Comrade Chairman, I do recommend that we increase the university harvest of the graduating class to 15% so that we can get some English-speaking slaves that can be sold as companion or sex slaves. There is another option for the majority of our harvest. The west has a category of slaves that are called “human livestock”. These slaves are ones that don’t qualify for other uses, due to either low appearance, their body type, or lack of useable skills. This does not exist here, as all slaves, even high-quality ones, are treated as livestock. They do not need to speak or even understand English or other western languages, as the majority of the people working with them are used to actual livestock. While most slaves in this category have short lives once “converted” as they term “harvested”. This, however, works in our favor, giving us close to an unlimited market. We can set up agents in the “farm belt” of America with relative ease. I assume there is no issue with our harvested slaves being used as meat, milk cows or even pets, by the west.
Of course not. After all, a sizable number of them are used as meat here, granted not by the populace, but among the committee members and some wealthier industrialists.
The average price of a livestock slave in the mid-western part of America is approximately 2,900 yuan. I propose that our cost per head be set to 2,200 yuan. After all, our only expense is in shipping them and minimal life support in the containers. With our 15 slaves per container system, we can ship 180,000 slaves per ship. Assuming a 5% wastage per trip, that is still 171,000 delivered. That works out to a little over 376 million yuan per trip. With 10 ships, that means about half a billion yuan per 45 days, or approximately four billion yuan per year. That would be just shy of 1% of our total exports to America. And all of this is with almost no capital outlay, only the cost of shipping the slaves, some of which can be recouped from the buyers. Plus the advantage of lowering the numbers of our less productive and least valuable members of society. With 5,500 international cargo ships, we obviously can increase the number of slave ships; however, that would impact on our non-slave trade.
2900 yuan is approximately $400, 2200 is approximately $300. The total per shipment is approximately 52 million dollars. The annual total is approximately 552 million dollars. A standard cargo container of 15 slaves costs about 4,500 plus shipping costs.
Comrade, I see you have done your work. I place this plan before the committee. All those in favor? And those apposed? The plan is approved. Comrade, implement this as soon as possible.
Weald’s Oklahoma School Board, December 2024 meeting.
Mr. Keller, we seem to be at an issue with your class’s herd.
What is that, Ms. Pace?
Well Ed, it appears that we have used up most of the easily converted young women in Weald and the surrounding county and getting more livestock will be harder and at least pricier. Your class actually turned a profit with the long pigs. The hairless goat’s milk production has lowered, but not quite removed, the need for traditional dairy for the school lunchroom. The “pet” and “pony girl” aspects of your class are at least breaking even.
Samantha, I assume you have a solution for this, or you would just be shutting down the program.
Well, yes we do. For about twenty thousand, we can get four shipping containers of Chinese slaves, and that includes shipping. That would be sixty head of livestock. The Chinese slave agent said that they were all graded B+ or higher, but I have my doubts on that, however other than pet, and to a less extent pony girls, appearance isn’t that important for livestock grade slaves. What I propose is that long pigs and, as possible, hairless goats, be taken from China, while the pet and pony girls be taken from local stock. There are enough girls coming of age per year that will be converted that should fill those slots, given that they are only about 15% of your herd.
How many of these slaves speak English?
I assume none, but how many cows and pigs speak English? Just use the cattle prods on them like you do for actual livestock. Just to let you know, if you don’t take this option the school herd intake will be reduced by 60 to 70 percent, next year and the majority of those will be older slaves.
Well, that’s not gonna work, enrollment is up by 20% for next semester. Can we still get some local slaves, or are we going to be forced to use all Chinese livestock?
Oh, yes, as I said, you will get enough younger local slaves to fill your pet and pony slots.
Well, it doesn’t look like I’ve got much choice.
Glad you approve, Ed. We’ve already made the order. They should be arriving towards the end of January.
Weald High’s Vo-ag livestock barn, present day.
4 Shipping containers of Chinese slaves.
OK, class, today is the day that we get our first shipment of human livestock from China. This group of slaves will actually need to be treated like livestock. I assume that everyone’s cattle prod is fully charged. I suspect you will need it. No, I insist that you use them.
Four semis trucks, with load on load off containers, arrive.
Are you Edward Keller?
Yes
OK, sign here and here, and start unloading the stock. Be quick about it, please, we’ve got another set of containers to pick up for delivery this afternoon.
Let’s get them out of the containers and get a body count.
Ed and the class unload and count the slaves from the containers.
Hmm. Looks like we got 3 more than we paid for. Wonder why that is? Not my problem, OK, girls and guys, sort them out by breast size, the top 12 or 13 go to be skinless goats. Then move the rest into the long pig stalls. Use your cattle prods liberally. I want them to fear us.
Mr. Keller? Some of these pigs look really young.
I’ve been assured that they are all Oklahoma legal. We have the word of their North East Oklahoma agent, in writing. Of course, he also said that they were grade B+ or better. Hmm. Rose and Betty, do some research on the Chinese grading scale so we might know what we are getting next time. Any way, as you are sorting them by breast size, use the American Slaving Association’s phone app on them. If any scored A- or higher, take them out of the long pig stalls and move them to the pony girl enclosure. Just reviewing them, that’s only going to be maybe one or two, if that. If there are any that scores A+, which I don’t think we’re going to get, move her to the pet kennels. We worry about the speaking English thing if it comes up.
After we get the pigs into the stalls, Colleen and Hailey, get the ear tags and nipple rings out and give them all tags in their left ear and a ring in the left nipple. Start the tags at CS-P-001 and go up from there. Carole put collars on the hairless goats, starting their number at CS-HJ-001. Once they are tagged or collared, everybody chose two. The eleven left over will be for class projects. In the next week, design your personal brand, keeping in mind that the shop class will need to make it, and you want it to be less than three inches across. Once we have them back from the metal benders, we’re going to brand all of them. OK, everybody, let’s get going!
The podium shortly after Reverend Ellis’s eulogy of Emmett Cook.
Karl Goldman, Esq., Emmett Cook's personal lawyer, steps up to the podium.
Gentlemen, mistresses, and sluts, in particular owners of Mr. Cook’s female descendants, sons-in-law of Mr. Cook, mistresses which that have control of one or more of Mr. Cook’s descendants, and uncontrolled daughters of Mr. Cook. I have a codicil to his will that applies to you as a group, that I’ve been directed to read at this time.
“I, Emmett Cook, do establish a trust fund of twenty million dollars to be distributed among individuals controlling one or more female descendants of mine, or uncontrolled daughters, based on the following conditions:”
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a daughter or daughters who are legally killed from 7:00AM of the day of my funeral service and for the next seventy-two hours after it, you will be granted 4 shares of the fund per daughter killed.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a daughter, or daughters who are converted to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in the same period, you will be granted 3 shares per daughter converted.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a granddaughter or granddaughters who are legally killed in that period, you will be granted 2 shares per granddaughter. If they are killed immediately after my funeral service to act as decorations for the country club’s “party area” you will be granted a half share per granddaughter, in addition to the two shares for killing them.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a granddaughter or granddaughters who are converted to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, you will be granted one share per granddaughter.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who legally kill any of their daughters in that period, will receive three quarters a share per daughter killed.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who convert any of their daughters to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, will receive half a share per daughter converted.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who volunteer for conversion at Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, will receive one quarter of a share, to be given to an individual or individuals of their choice.
“The shares will be tallied, and the fund will be divided based on the total number of shares. The trust funds awards are to be given regardless of any other financial windfall or gain you may obtain via the killing or conversion of a daughter or granddaughter.”
“A controlling person is defined as an owner, husband, wife, father, stepfather, stepmother, or mistress owning or controlling the female descendant. Controlling means the individual has uncontested rights of conversion or legal ownership of the female descendant. An uncontrolled daughter is defined as a free woman who is not married or otherwise controlled. Persons gaining the right of conversion or ownership via the so-called ‘person of personal contact’ method during this period are not considered a controlling person for reasons of this trust fund.”
The bodies of the daughters and granddaughters killed, except for those roasted for the post service meal, will be donated to the Eastlake Zoological Gardens to be used as wolf feed.
Mr. Martin Kidd, director of Southern Hill's Country Club, steps up to the microphone.
“Those converted to be roasts for the post service meal, will count for this trust fund, of course, assuming they otherwise qualify. You will need to convert granddaughters before they can be used as a party decoration, assuming free status. Only granddaughters under the age of 21 who have a grade B+ or higher on the appearance scale will be considered for use as decorations. Please indicate that Southern Hill’s Country Club is the buyer on the Spellbook Slave’s form for her conversion. We are offering $500 in addition to the two and half shares for each granddaughter sold to us for being used as decorations. I want to warn you that the planned decorations method will be a painful and slow death, by partial impalement. They will bleed out over the course of thirty to ninety minutes”.
Well, that ought to kick up the level of bloodlust today. Glad he made us the slaver of choice for this. Better get ready, there is gonna be a line soon.
And here comes our first client. Odd, it’s a single woman, I would have bet on it being a son-in-law. Meh.
Party Decorations
Hello! I am Natalie Cook, one of Emmett’s “uncontrolled daughters,” as he so succinctly put it, and I would like to offer my brood of older teen brats for the “decorate the party area” pool. I suspect you will need to taser them. They aren’t expecting anything to happen to them today, much less being snuffed. But I need the money and the three and three fourths shares of the trust fund, plus the twenty-five hundred dollars from the country club, is just too good to pass up. I am not sure if that extra half a share for being a decoration slut applies to me, but I’ll wait and see. I’m good either way. What are the names of your party decoration daughters? Elizabeth, Beatrice, Doris, Kathy, and Julia Cook OK, point them out to us and we will go capture them. Evan, take Ian and Vicky with you and go get them. Just Taser them to start with, don’t try to act like it’s permissive or anything.
Elizabeth, Beatrice, Doris, Kathy, Julia? Yes?
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I am so glad that Mike upgraded us to these ten shot Taser-10 guns. Doing that with one-shots would have been a bitch and half.
OK, zip tie their arms behind their back. Vicky, do blood test and enter them in the database if they are green. Once you have done that, help the club staff get them on spikes. Evan, Ian, come back here, I see people starting to come this way.
It’s too bad that my other nine brats are still underage. The oldest triplets will be old enough in a few months, might convert them on their birthday. Be cheaper than throwing a party. You buy “barely legal teens” right? Ms. Cook, we would be glad to have your “barely legal teen” daughters when they pass the age of consent. There is a pretty good market for young slaves. Of course, part of that market is to wannabe serial killers, who just buy their victims instead of doing the old fashion way. Are you good with that? I’m selling my oldest five to be painful snuffed as party decorations for my father’s funeral service. What do you think? In fact, can you add a flag to their file that indicates that they should be snuff toys? I’d say spit muffins, but I don’t think they have the body type for that. OK, bring them by up to 6 months before their birthday for a free estimate on their value, then bring them in on their birthday for conversions, and I’ll see what we can do about having them marked as snuff bunnies. If all else fails, they can be part of the four teen slaves a month order that we have to a client couple that uses them for practice for their stable of goth girl torturers and executioners. The goths seem to have a thing for working on “norms” as they put it. The slaves they work on have a month-long life span, at most, and will spend most of that time in considerable pain. Oh, that sounds like just the ticket. Please do so.
There is something in the water in Southside which makes people want to convert family members at the drop of a hat, but this family is just way more bloodthirsty than normal, even for Southside.
OK, Vicky, is it? I’m Mistress Greene, I oversee decorations here at Southern Hill’s. This isn’t the first time we have used teens as party decorations, but normally, it’s only two or three, sometimes as many as five. This will be a record. Here’s what going to happen. First, cut the clothes off any party decorations that are not already naked. They go on the spike nude, of course. Zip tie their arms behind them if they aren’t already and put on a dog training collar. Lead them over to the first empty spike, going clock wise, then position them over the spike. Once you’ve got it lined up on either their vagina or anus, vagina works better, but either will do, then hit the foot pedal trigger. Make sure the spike’s lock buttons are in place, then shove the decoration down a little. Leave their hands zip tied behind them, but take off the dog collar. Any way, I’ll help you with the first one, so you can see how it’s done.
Vicky and Mistress Greene went to one of the Cook teens and began to cut her clothes off. The teen starts to wake up and trashes around, but with her arms zip tied behind her back, she's unable to stand up to run. She is soon stripped and collared. Vicky and Eileen yank her up, then lead her to the first spike.
Where are you taking me? What’s going on? Oh, you don’t know, do you? Your mother sold you to the country club to be a decoration. We are taking you to the arc of spikes. You’re the first one, but don’t worry, you will not die alone. At least your sisters will be with you. Die! What do you mean die! I’m too young to die. There must be some mistake. Mommy would never have me killed. She loves me! Nonsense, you’re over the age of consent, you can die whenever someone in authority says you do. In this case, it’s your mother. Now, if you had only taken a mistress course at your school, you might have avoided an early death, but you didn’t so you get a spike up your coochie. Vicky, do you know her name? No, does it matter? All I know is that she’s one of Emmett’s granddaughters and her mother wasn’t married, so their last name is Cook. Her mother told us their first names, but we knocked them out before we could sort them out. My name is Doris. Don’t kill me. I’m excellent at oral sex! I got an 88 the last time I was tested. Let me be your personal sex slave, please, don’t kill me! Sorry, I’ve already got several sex slaves and I really don’t have room for anymore.
OK, Doris, sweetie, this is going to hurt a lot. But don’t worry, you’ll spend the rest of your life in pain, just like your darling mother wanted. You’re nothing but a paycheck for her and a pretty little dying teen for the rest of us to appreciate. You can expect at least some attention. Any last words? No? OK, here goes!
With that, Marcia pushes the foot peddle trigger, sending the 2-foot-long spike into Doris.
OK, she’s done for. Well, not really, if we got her to a hospital fast enough, they would be able to fix her internal injuries, but that’s not likely to happen today. Did once, when some love – struck idiot bought a decoration for two thousand dollars and rushed her to St. Francis in his car. She made it and was at the next quarterly golfing tournament, acting as a naked caddy for the boy. I understand that the total bill for her was a little over 10 grand, including what he paid for her. Her mother was pissed that she didn’t get any of the two thousand the slut was sold for. Please, oh God, take me off this spike. Please, I’ll do anything. You will die like the slut you are. It’s what your loving mother wants for you. Now be silent before I worsen it for you. So Vicky, do you think you can do one on your own now? I think so. Do I have to taunt them before I trigger the spike? No, but I like to. All you really have to do is line them up and stomp the pedal. Some of those pedals are a bit stiff, so you might have to hit it pretty hard. Why do you say mommy wants this for me? She thinks it will help your development. My development? How? You will develop in to a corpse, that’s how. Now have a nice day
Vicky and Mistress Greene return to the other Cook girls and begin to cut the cloths from one each. The stripped girls are rapidly zip tied and collared. The girl that Vicky was leading tries to put up a fight and broke away as she is being dragged to her doom. Vicky gave chase and rapidly tackled the fleeing teen.
Bitch. I hate it when you sluts fight back. I think I put the spike up your ass for that. I don’t know what you did to your mother to make her so happy to kill you, but that really doesn’t matter, she wants the money more than she wants your slut ass. Now take a spike up it!
Vicky triggers the spike. It enters the girl's ass at a slight angle. The girl twitches a few times, then her legs give out and she collapses down.
Damn it. The spike must have hit her spine, paralyzing her. Hate it when that happens. Whatever, she’s really is done for. Not your fault, but that’s why I normally aim it at their cunt. Less chance of a fast kill or paralysis that way. Getting it right comes with practice. I’m sure that by the end of today, you will be a pro at this. Ok, let’s go get the last two.
The two torturers return to the teens and repeat the process with the last two teens. Vicky chose to impale her 2nd through the teen's vagina instead of her anus, to avoid the issues of the previous one.
Well, that’s it for now. I’m sure we will have some more soon.
Hi! I’m Billy Bird, and I’d like to hang my wife and my eldest daughter. Why just your eldest? And why hang your daughter, she’s worth more spiked? Because the others are too young. All over 8, so there’s no problem with converting Tanya, but they are underage for conversion. Carrie is past the age of consent, her birthday was five months ago. As to why hang not spike, well, while I, obviously, don’t have a concern with killing them, being spiked seems like it’s just needlessly sadistic. OK. Point them out to us. Do you think they will go quietly, or are we going to need to zap them? I think that Tanya will go quietly. She knows that I have been considering selling her today as it is. She even knows it might be to be snuffed. Not so sure about Carrie. You might want to zap her. Any way, they are over there by the tree line. Go get them, Ian. Are you Tanya and Carrie Bird? Yes?
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OK, Tanya, do I need to Taser you too or are you going to do this the easy way?
Tanya Bird, snuffed for money.
Billy sold us, didn’t he? Slave or snuff? Snuff I’m afraid. I’ll need to do a blood test on both of you to make sure you’re not pregnant. OK. Let me strip down, might as well put on a show for this crowd. Not that seeing one more of Emmett’s daughters getting snuffed is going to mean all that much…
Carrie Bird, also snuffed for money
Why don’t you pull Carrie’s skirt and panties off her while she’s stunned? She is so proud of her little tight teen pussy, might as well let people see for the last time, before it’s devoured by wolves. Leave her shirt on, she thinks her tits are too small and doesn’t like showing them off. It’s not the first time she’s run around bottomless at this club, she’s been doing that for years. Little cock tease. Other than blowing Emmett when we visited, I don’t think she’s even had sex. Never had a boyfriend, I know that. We don’t get to snuff that many virgins. In fact, this might be the first time I’ve done one. Too bad, I don’t have time to cure her of that problem.
Volunteer to avoid the spike
Excuse us, Mr., West, sir. Yes, what can I do for you ladies? Yeah, we’re Carolyn and Monica Hickman, and we’ve got a question for you, Mr. West. Any woman can volunteer to be a slave, right? There are a few restrictions, but in general, yes. And our parents would not have anything to say about it, wouldn’t they? Nope, not a bit. They would not have any rights over us anymore, right? Nope, no rights. Why do you ask? Well, I overheard dad say that he wanted to get the money for us being decorations, and we would rather not die on a spike, then be feed to the wolves. Almost anything is better than that. OK, so you both want to volunteer?
Please say yes. Y’all are about the hottest thing I’ve seen in years. I want to have a nasty three-way with both of you.
Yes, we do. Does having a high sex skill rating matter as to what kind of slave we would be? Our domestic skills are pretty good as well, if that matters. We’ve got an electronic copy on our phones.
Oh, it just keeps getting better and better. Yeah, not letting these two slip away.
Oh yes, high scores mean you should end up a sex slave or house domestic slave, not a torture toy or general use slave. Not 100% safe, but much safer than most of the other options. Let me see your scores… Oh my, you scored over 90 across the board on your sex skills, you even got tested for hand jobs, that’s rare, and pretty good, all over 75, on your domestic scores. Huh, didn’t know that “cleaning” was a testable skill. Anyway, you look to be appearance Grade A. You would be high-value slaves, we don’t often get the whole package of Grade A looks and high skills across the board, much less a matched set. Good chance that both of you will be bought as a set by a bachelor as live – in servants with sex benefits. Or by a family where the wife is seeking some help, both around the house, in the kitchen, and in the bedroom, where you would do the kinky stuff that she might not want to do, or she might like sex with other women, could go either way. For that matter, with your cunt lapping scores, a lesbian, or lesbian household, might want you. Yeah, we can use you.
Oh God, yes we can use you, and by we, I mean me. Gonna break you two into to being sex slaves as soon as we get back to the shop. Haven’t had a high skill matched pair in years.
OK, that’s good, convert us. So it’s official, you both want to be slaves then? Yes, but please hurry, I see our dad coming this way…
Score!
OK, let me see your ID. Let me make a few state database changes. We’ll do the blood work at the shop. OK, you’re both slaves now, assuming your blood work test comes out green. And if your blood work isn’t OK, you can’t be converted by anyone. He can’t do anything to you now, at least not without buying you. He didn’t convert you himself, so even if he does buy you to have you snuffed, it wouldn’t count for the trust fund. Oh, thank God. Oh, there you two are. We’ve been looking for you. Mr. West, is it? I want to have my daughters here be made part of the decorations.
Like I’m about to have this set of wet dreams walking get out of my control so this Southside slob get a few extra bucks for snuffing them. Gonna break it to him hard, and maybe raise their price a bit, in case he really wants them.
I’m afraid you are too late, Mr. Hickman, I assume, these two are slaves belonging to Spellbook Slaves and will be used as company sex slaves for the foreseeable future, until sold on the open market. They have high to very high skill ratings in most important categories and have a high appearance grade, which makes them very valuable property. You are welcome to rent them at one hundred fifty an hour each as sex slaves, two hundred fifty an hour for the pair. Let me warn you, that if they are damaged in any permeant way, or snuffed you will be charged the full amount of their retail value, plus a penalty fee. That’s around four thousand dollars, each, before our penalty fee, which varies based on several factors. I need to enter their scores and grade into our system to get their exact value, however.
Can’t spike the daughters, hang the wife.
Oh, well, that sucks. Should have been faster at getting over here. I guess I should just snuff my wife. She’s worth one less share as the girls would bring as decorations, but four is better than nothing… HERBERT! Marie, I’m not missing out on a part of that twenty million. With our other girls being too young by a few months or more, that just leaves you. I’ve been thinking of selling you off for a while, and I can’t say I’m sorry about doing it this way. I’m pretty sure I can find a fresh mommy for the girls today. Nice young one, lots of those here today, seen a couple that look pretty good. If they don’t get converted or snuffed this afternoon, I’ll talk to their fathers about a marriage offer.
Marie hears this and turns to run. Vicky nails her with her Taser before she makes 5 steps.
I hate it when they run. And she’s the 3rd one today. Really getting tired of it. Would you like her snuffed by hanging, then? Ah, yeah. Hang her high.
I’ve got no problem with hanging your wife. She’s a B+ MILF at best. Not a lot of market for them right now. Might ask about the other daughters, if it runs in the family, I might want them after they are old enough.
So Mr. Hickman, about your other daughters, if they’re anything like their sisters, we’ll pay a premium for them once it’s legal to do so. Bring them by for a free evaluation, you can do that up to six months before they become convertible. I’ll keep that in mind. I might take you up on that sex slave rental thing. I’ve been having nasty thoughts about them for years, and their mother will not be around to stop me. They will be available starting tomorrow, assuming that their blood work comes back clean. Vicky, take these girls to the van now, please.
Evan? You remember my friend here, right? You mean the one that you had me document that she blew you, and that you blasted all over her face? Of course, I do Ed. Here for number act number three then?
And that’s three
Yeah, So, as I understand it, if a licensed slaver, or one of his employees, witnesses and documents a sex act, it doesn’t have to be recorded by the converter? Yep, as long as I get a couple of photos at critical moments. And, you know, see it from the start, so I know she’s OK with the sex. Not screaming “NO”, that sort of thing. While rape will not get in much legal trouble now, it still doesn’t count as conversion sex. OK, That’s cool. You can see she’s not saying no… I’m going to fuck her in the ass now… OK, got the shot, that’s three. Make sure that a Spellbook employee is around with a phone or camera if you decide to gather any more slaves for your harem. If we aren’t there for the start of it, it doesn’t count, and might get in trouble with either the law or the rules of the club. Most likely the club, I think sex in public isn’t indecent anymore, at least not on private property. Still got to run a blood test on her once you have finished. Just has a thought, you know that PPC conversions aren’t part of the trust fund, right? ‘Yeah, and I don’t even know if she meets those requirements any way. Never asked. Don’t care, I got my big payout for converting the girls, plus I don’t think I’m eligible for that. Oh. her ass is tight… If Kara was this tight or as willing to be ass fucked, I might have bought her back instead of selling her to Johan. God, I love fucking sluts up the old Hershey highway. Oh, yeah! Fuck my ass! What does he mean, “that’s three” Ed? It means you’re my slave bitch now. Oh, you could have just asked, you know, better being a slave bitch than a snuff bitch. But that’s OK, I like getting fucked in the ass… Didn’t know it counted as being a slave sex, but whatever, Oh yeah, fuck me harder, make me your slave bitch! Cum in my mouth when you are done with my ass! Let me lick my shit off your cock! I’m nothing but an ass slut whore anyway, OH yeah, deeper! Fuck my ass deeper! Make me your slave bitch, I’m a dirty little whore who needs, Oh yeah! to be made into a slave cunt! Fuck me, then throw me away when you’re done with me! I’m nothing but a dirty little ass whore! OH GOD, I’M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER! OK, doesn’t sound like this will be a non-permissive conversion. Do you want to sell her or keep her? She is at least grade A, so she is worth around $1000.00, plus some more for being an ass freak. Well, freak in general it seems. There is a 300 dollar fee if you are keeping her. Oh… yeah… I think I’ll keep this one and her tight little whore ass. Oh, God, yeah… At least for a while, might snuff her when I get tired of her or her ass gets loose. Let me finish up in her fucking tight ass, then we can do the paperwork after she licks me clean. After you get her name, I don’t want to know it. It’s “Ass Slut” now, any way… Oh, yeah, fucking your ass, fucking it hard! Take it, you fucking cunt bitch!
Several minutes of less and less coherent screams, sex noises, and ass slaps happen, until Ed and what's her name collapse in a sweaty pile.
OK, if you’re done, let me get a blood draw.
Mr. West, I’m Johnathan Bruce, I’d like to have you kill my wife Veronica. She’s one of Mr. Cook’s daughters, and I’d like part of that trust fund. OK, fill out this form on my tablet and point her out to me. How do you want her killed? Hanging is pretty popular today. Do you have any daughters you want to sell or kill today? We’re paying a premium for teens today, and of course, they are looking for teens to decorate the area with. That’s five hundred above and beyond the two and half shares. No, I would rather not do anything to my daughters today. I mean, I’ve got 3 days to think about it anyway, even if I don’t get the extra money from the club. I don’t want a hanging, that seems so mundane today. What’s that thing where she’s put in a chair, strapped to it, then a cord is tightened around her neck? Sounds like a garrote. We’ve got a chair, but I’ll have to send someone back to the shop to get it. Ian! Go back to the shop and get the garrote chair. Bring back the wire, the cord and the leather strap, give us some options. Well, since it’s going to be awhile, I’ll go stand with her until the time comes.
Time passes
OK, boss man, I’ve got it. Where do you want to put it?
Veronica Bruce, 1st garrote victim of the day
Oh, just over by the podium. Let’s go get Veronica Bruce and choke the shit out of her. Mr. Bruce? Is this Veronica? Yes, it is.
<ZAP>
OK, we will take her over to the chair and run a blood test, to make sure she’s not pregnant. Want to watch? Or maybe turn the crank yourself? Of course, I want to watch, young man, but no, I would rather not turn the crank myself. I want to watch the light go out of her eyes. OK, suit yourself. Fast or slow? Want me to wake her up first? Oh, yes, slow, and yes, certainly wake her up.
The blood test is run and Veronica isn't pregnant. Ian pops a smelling salt capsule under her nose, waking her up, he then goes behind the chair and gives the handle a quarter turn. Mr. Bruce is visibly excited. Ian continues to turn the handle slowly, tightening the leather strap around Veronica's neck.She moans and starts to thrash against her restraints after one turn of the handle. After a few more turns, her breathing becomes ragged. As the strap continues to tighten, her breathing stops altogether.
OK, that’s all the way down. She’s either dead now or will be in a few minutes. We will leave her there for ten minutes, then take her body over to the wolf feed pile. Thank you so very much, Ian, was it? You’re welcome, all in a day’s work. If it turns out you want to have your daughters snuffed, come by the shop with them. We offer the use of talented suck slaves while you watch.
Mr. West, I’m having a bit of a discipline issue that I think you can help me solve, oh, my name is Spencer Cleveland, should have started with that. Sure, what can I do for you, Mr. Cleveland? Well, I’ve got 12 daughters, and they are acting out today. Not being respectful of the occasion or any of that. So, you want to sell them off as slaves, then? Oh, no. Just snuff one. That should put the fear of God into the rest. OK, how do you want her snuffed? Hanging will be fine. You know that putting them on a spike is actually worth money, vs hanging, which has a fee. Well, that doesn’t really matter, these girls are from my 1st wife, so they don’t count for any of Emmett’s descendants thing. And I’m not pissed enough at the 6 from his daughter to snuff them, and Tonya gives far too good head to snuff her, I don’t care how much they are offering.
Odd. Willing to snuff a daughter to put the fear of God into the rest, but not influenced by money enough to snuff his wife and 6 daughters who do qualify for trust fund shares.
Random question, Mr. Cleveland, are you from Eastlake? Oh, no, I’m from out of state. Texas, actually.
Ah, that explains it.
OK, point out the daughter you want hung, and we’ll get right on that. There is a $400 fee if she’s not already a slave. No, she’s not, and I’ll do better than point her out.
“Amanda, come here for a moment” Yes, father. You remember when I told all of you that if you didn’t straighten up, I was going to snuff one of you? Yes… Well, it’s you. I’m having you hung by these people.
Hearing that, Amanda turns to run. Ian pulls his Taser from its holster, but fumbles and drops it. With a snarl, he lunges after Amanda and tackles her.
Damn it. Go grass stains on my pants now. And these are my 2nd best pair. Damn it. At least it wasn’t me this time. Oh, do be quiet, Vicky. Remember, you are still a slave, even if Mr. West doesn’t treat you like one. Yes, Master Ian. Don’t get smart.
Amanda, snuffed to scare her sisters straight.
OK, hang the little bitch now. Do you want her hands tied or anything? Oh, no, let her try to get out of the noose. Her being helpless should drive the point home nicely “Girls, all of you come here.I warned you that I was on the end of my patience with all of you. Amanda is paying the price for that now. And she might not be the only one that gets killed if I don’t see some attitude improvement starting, like right now.” Mr. Cleveland, there is the matter of the fee. Of course, I assume you take plastic. Well, let’s take a quick blood test here, on the offhand chance she’s pregnant. Nope, not pregnant, and the database says you have conversion rights on her. Ian, string her up. On it boss.
The young blond is hauled off to one of the many impromptu gallows poles that ring the picnic pavilion and hosted off the ground. As expected, she grabs the noose and tries to loosen its hold on her throat. And also, as expected, this had no effect. After a few fruitless minutes clawing at that noose, she drops her arms and hangs loose.
I think she’s dead now, boss. Leave her hanging for a while. In fifteen minutes, toss her on the wolf feed pile.
My old friend Jerome walks up. Asks a couple of weird question about drugs and slaves. His basic question was if someone that can convert a girl is not on drugs, but the girls are, is it legal. I assure him that is 100% legal.
Then he drops the bomb. “There will be a big subdivision party next week, and I want to roast the oldest girls.” Seems that his three oldest daughters are doing drugs. I suspect they are just getting high, but I don’t know. This puts me in a bit of a spot, I’ve known Tracy, Gwen, and Joan their whole life. Hell, at one time I was “Uncle Mike” to them.
Three for the spit
Jerome must have seen the question on my face. “Here is a pic I took of them at a family beach day last week with some of their friends. I think after you see it, you will not consider them to be the little girls you think you know.” My phone dings, and sure enough there are the three girls. Yeah, I can do them. “OK, let’s figure out the fees and taxes, and how do you want them done”?“Well, I think I want Tracy, she’s the oldest and tallest live spit roasted, do Gwen as an oven roast and just part out Joan.” What about Dianne? “My wife? I think I’ll keep her for a while, at least. Besides, this was her idea. She went to one of her club meetings and had roasted girl and has been wanting to do it again for months. Depending on how this goes, I may end up being a regular girl meat customer.” “OK, point them out to me.” They are over there by the pool. Uncle Mike! We haven’t seen you in years!
Eastlake Mistresses Association weekly business meeting and social hour.
This takes place 2 days after Emmett Cook's will is read, which puts it one day before his service/long pig BBQ/snuff fest.
Mistress Lynn
OK, that wraps up the old business. Any new business? Yes, Kathryn, I think you had your hand up first.
Mistress Lynn, I have a question about the Emmett Cook grant, what is the plan for it? I mean a million dollars is a lot of money, that’s like about 15 years at our previous expenditure rate.
Well, I was going to cover that next meeting, but I can give you the current draft plan. For starters, we buy outright the whole of this building, not just rent half of it. The lease on the clothing store is due to end in the next month and Mr. Larsen has indicated that he does not intend to renew it, so we can expand into it soon. Mr. West at Spellbook Slaves has said that he’d like to open a branch in that storefront. He has agreed to a most generous leasing plan, which will more than cover taxes, mortgage payments, and operating cost on the full building. After some training of the staff, he’d like the branch to be operated by just mistress. So it’s also, well, I hate to put it this way, a job’s project for some of our, shall we say, less well – off members.
You mean broke as fuck members. Call a spade a spade.
Yes, that’s what I meant Bethany, I was trying to be polite. That’s where roughly a third to half is going, depending on how much down payment we have to provide to the bank. The remainder goes to the general fund, which currently has about 75 thousand in it. Part of the general fund will be invested in slaving related companies, mainly those in the hardware side of things. Of course, we will buy some stock in Spellbook Slaves as well, as soon as he goes public, hopefully to be a significant, if minority, shareholder. I have it good authority that the IPO is planned for 3Q 25. We will also be expanding the torture training room, to include some A/V equipment, so we can stream sessions and produce DVDs and uploaded videos on our website. The website is also getting a major overhaul, but that’s more volunteer labor than a real expenditure. I’ll be putting all of this in a planing document which will be distributed to all members and a vote will be taken on the meeting after next. All in all, I want us to start being a real professional association, not just a social club, which is not to imply that social activities aren’t going to happen anymore, don’t get worried about that. Might even join the chamber of commerce. That should mess with the normal types a bit. Any other businesses? None? OK, meeting is adjourned. The bar is open!
Mistress Kathryn
Hi! My name is Kathryn, I don’t think I’ve seen you around at a meeting before. Did you just move to Eastlake?
My name is Geraldine and no, I got my warrant last year and I thought I could make a living as a freelance mistress. There really isn’t much of a demand for a that, much less a full-time mistress who’s not working for a company as a discipline officer. I joined so I could find a job, to be honest. I’d like to work at the new Spellbook storefront when it opens.
Yeah, I know what you mean. I’m glad my company promoted me to HR, to ride herd on the assets slaves and the non-converted sluts who are trying to avoid being converted. Dumb sluts don’t know that with their contracts, they can be converted at will. The only reason we haven’t is, well, really I don’t know why, but that just a little above my pay grade. So, where did you get your warrant from? I got mine last year as well.
Oh, I took the course during my last year, at Dutch Hall. Class of 2023.
Oh, you did? So did I. I don’t remember you. I hate to be rude, but I’m on the membership committee of EMA, and I’d like to see your warrant card if you don’t mind, and have you fill out a membership application.
Ah, I left my card at home.
Let me get this straight, you got your warrant from a class that a member of that class doesn’t remember you from. You accidentally forgot your mistress’s warrant card. You’re attending an EMA meeting hoping to get a job, ideally at one that is for mistresses only. Do I have that correct?
Ah, yeah.
Yeah, well, let’s clear this up. I’ll just enter your name in the state woman status database and see, OK? So Geraldine, what’s your last name?
Ah, I really need to go now, mistress.
Kathryn grabs “Geraldine” by the arm.
No, I don’t think so. While we really don’t have many secrets here, but Spellbook’s upcoming IPO isn’t general knowledge, plus you are here under false pretense. You’re wearing, as the expression goes, standard mistress garb, a rather risqué version of it at that, and presented yourself as a mistress at a closed to only Eastlake mistresses meeting. You do know that impersonating a mistress is a federal crime, right? Mistress Lynn, we may have an issue here. Seems that Geraldine here might not really be a mistress.
Are you sure she’s not just a goth that got lost?
Well, she told me that she was a mistress and got her warrant from the same class as I did, and I don’t remember her, so I’m fairly sure she’s not just a lost goth. Plus, she doesn’t smell of clove cigarettes.
Not all goth smoke those. Get her full name and check the database. Break her arm if needed to get that name.
OK, no need to do that. My real name is Bonnie Roy. Just let me go, I won’t tell anybody about your plans, or Spellbook’s upcoming IPO. I really was here to try to get a job, honest. Please, let’s not get the police involved in this.
Let me see here, Bonnie Roy. Nope, not a mistress, eligible for conversion, however. Can I restrain her until the police and Mr. West get here?
Why Mike?
Well, I thought she might want to volunteer before being arrested on a federal slaving charge.
You have a point there. It’s a pretty cut and dried case here. And the last time a fake mistress was caught in Eastlake, she was snuffed in the courthouse plaza. Hung upside down, and was flogged by a tag team of mistresses. Subsequently, she had a small nick made in her carotid artery and the flogging continued. Took almost an hour for her to die. Body was donated to the food bank. Yeah, go ahead and restrain her.
Bonnie, a Fake Mistress
Kathryn shoves Bonnie into a chair and grabs a handful of zip ties. She starts to apply them to Bonnie's arms.
Hey! Not so tight!
Kathryn then takes a bigger one and gags Bonnie.
I’ll take that off when the police and Mr. West get here.
Officer Johnson, this is Bonnie Roy. She presented herself as a warranted mistress at a closed to only warranted mistresses business meeting. Information of a confidential nature was discussed. Before you arrest her for violations of the White Slave Act of 2000, as amended in 2016 and 2024, can you please wait on Mr. West of Spellbook Slaves to arrive to give her a chance to volunteer for conversion? If she does, the EMA intends to purchase her for both general slave duties and for training of new mistresses in the fine art of non-lethal torture.
Sure, I can do that. I’d like to observe your first training session, however.
Is that for professional reasons, or do you have a thing for seeing redheads being tortured by teenagers?
Can’t it be both?
Ah, Mr. West, just in time. I suspect that Miss Roy here would like to volunteer for conversion. If she does, The EMA would like to purchase her. Kathryn, would you remove her gag so she can make a statement?
Of course, Mistress Lynn. It would be my pleasure.
Mistress Kathryn cuts the zip tie from Bonnie, cutting her rather deeply on the side of her lip.
Oh dear, I’m so sorry I cut your lip while I was removing that zip tie.
Miss Roy, I believe you have a statement to make here.
Ah, yes mistress. Mr. West, my name is Bonnie Roy, I am a free woman citizen of Oklahoma and I request that I be converted to a person of limited rights at this time.
Well, that’s more formal than normal, but we can honor your request. Normally, I would just get a piss sample from you, but you seem to be restrained in a way that that prevents that. I’ll just take a blood sample. More accurate test any way.
A blood sample is taken. Mike runs the standard drug and pregnancy test, and Bonnie is convertible. A few entries on the state database via his tablet later, and she's a slave.
OK. Mike, we would like to buy this slave. How much is she going for?
Well, today, and today only, we have a one-time special for mistresses, one slave for ten dollars. And, of course, because you’re a warranted mistress, there will be no tax. Anything else today, Mistress Lynn?
No, I don’t think so, and thank you for everything.
Well, keep me posted. If you decide that you want to have her snuffed, please keep in mind that Isaac and Sheila are doing a lot of training of their goth dark ladies. We can cut you a deal on the snuff video rights if you like.
No, if she’s going to be snuffed, we can handle that ourselves, but thanks for the offer. Hmm. Might speak with Mistress Sheila about doing some joint torture training, for some of our younger members and her goths.
Katherine Compton, Emanuella Gayosom, Ketria Baker, Teen Mistresses.
OK, Girls, we have a lot to do here today. Need to prep her for her new life as a torture practice body, but don’t want to cripple her, at least not yet. Mistress Compton, would you get the blow torch, the iron spike and some piercing needles from the toy box, please?
Of course, Mistress Lynn. Are we going to burn her with the torch? That seems rather harsh. I mean, I don’t mind, she has violated our trust so needs to be punished, but that seems final. I mean, it will be fun, but I thought we were going to be able to play with her long term.
Well, you aren’t going to burn her directly, what you are going to do is heat the spike up to white-hot, then pierce her nipples, then put the two ounce rings in them. We will move on after that. That’s just stage one.
2 ounces (ca. 76 g) nipple rings for a torture practice slave.
Oh, that’s mean.
Of course, it’s mean. It’s supposed to be torture. And the heavy rings will keep her in a state of low-level pain most of the time. Mistress Gayosom, would you cut the corset from the slave? Don’t worry too much about cutting her, but try to get much blood on the floor.
Yes, Mistress Lynn
Mistress Baker, your job during the first part of this is to hold her steady. While she’s zip tied to the chair, I suspect that she’s going to thrash around quite a bit once you all start on her.
Yes, Mistress Lynn
Katherine heats the spike to white-hot with the propane torch. After it is heated, Katherine approaches Bonnie and pulls her left nipple out and pushes the spike through it. As to be expected, Bonnie howls and thrashes around. Ketria manages to keep her still. Katherine feeds the heavy ring through the nipple, then starts to reheat the spike. After it was white-hot again, she repeated the same sequence on Bonnie's right nipple.
OK, she’s pierced. Now what?
Not a sex toy anymore.
Well, now we get really mean. She’s not going to be a fuck toy anymore, not with her belonging to an all-woman association now. So we are gonna semi-permanently close her cunt. Cut her panties off and spread and secure her legs.
OK, you will take turns here. Mistress Compton, piece her clit with a barbell.
Katherine squats and rapidly does the requested piercing. Bonnie jerks as the needle pierces her clit, but doesn't make any more noise apart from the more or less constant moaning she's been doing since her nipples were pierced and ringed.
OK, Mistress Baker, pierce her perineum.
Her what?
Her taint.
Why didn’t you say that to start with?
Because you should know the technical terms for naughty bits in this business.
Ketria takes a new needle and pushes it from all most the asshole to the hapless's slave's cunt. After the hole was made, she threaded a nail - headed piece of jewelry through, closing it off with 2 balls.
OK, I’m going to show you what I want done to this slave’s cunt lips. We will close them so that she will need metal cutting tools to use it again.
With that, Lynn took a needle and somewhat roughly shoved it through Bonnie's lips. After the hole was made, she threaded a ring through it, and closed it tight.
OK, each of you do one like that. Someone keep a hold of her while we do this.
Each of the young mistresses follows the example of their mentor. In fairly short order, Bonnie's cunt was closed for business for the foreseeable future.
Well, that was fun. Let’s see, there are what 40 of us here today? Let’s string her up and each give her 5 lashes. That should do for the day. Hmm. Junior members, which is to say under the age of 21 and been a member for less than two years, come up with an exotic way of causing pain to her before the next meeting. I’ll make it a contest. The winner gets a hundred dollar gift card at Slave Toys.
