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.
I’ve got a pickup for you. Standard west side skanks, I suspect, he sounded pretty redneck over the phone, plus it’s a trailer park address. Golden Hills trailer park, lot 7, Mr. Winters is the client. Pay standard rates for them. Try not to include a grading bonus unless you get a lot of push back.
Golden Hill Trailer Park.
Mr. Winters? I’m Hunter Bailey from We Be Slaves, and I’m here to pick up your twin daughters. You called us and said you wanted them collected this morning.
Didn’t expect you so soon. But anyway, want you to take my stepdaughters, Marisa and Brittany. They are around back by the work shed. Doing chores, at least that’s what they are supposed to be doing. I have my doubts that that is what they are doing, but that’s one reason I’m selling them off. It’s either sell them or start fucking them, and the wife doesn’t want me fucking them. She’s been quiet about selling them, not saying anything when I discuss it. She might be worried that I’d sell her off as well. Don’t think so, at least not until she finishes raising my ten kids. She got a few years on that.
OK, let me go around back to get them. After I get a look at them, I’ll make you an offer. And give us a call on your wife and your daughters when they get old enough.
Sounds fair to me. I don’t expect you to buy a pig in a poke. And if I sell my wife and daughters depends completely on how they act. Presently, well, they’re young, so they obey their mom and dad. That may change when they grow a little older. I’ll keep you in mind if that happens.
Hunter goes around behind the double wide to see the sisters.
Marisa and Brittany in the shed
OK, those are not normal Westside girls. They are at least rent-a-wife, maybe special show material. Do I tell Mr. Winters that they are worth more? Better call the boss. He said offer standard rate, but he was assumming skanks, which these two aren’t.
Hey boss, this is Hunter. These two Winter sluts are a way better than our normal skanks. Cute, good bodies, great asses. Do I offer more for them? I mean, if they were walk-ins, we would go seven, maybe eight.
You can, but don’t go over five hundred, like I said, try to avoid a grading bonus. Start with four, like normal. If he doesn’t know what they are worth, that’s on him.
OK, Mr. Winters, I can offer you four hundred for each of them. That’s our standard rate for women their age and grade.
Well age any way. Normally pay more for walk-ins that look like them. Wonder if they have been sex tested or not?
That’s your standard rate?
Yes, sir, it is. Unless they have been sex tested and have high scores.
Well, OK then. That seems like what Fredric sold his wife and daughters for, so that doesn’t seem out of line. They ain’t been tested, never thought it would matter. Can I get it in cash?
Sure. Large bills OK? Of course, I need to draw some blood and make sure they aren’t preggers first. Can’t buy a bitch if she is.
Do what you need to do. If either one is carrying, I know which horn dog to set up for child support. Another reason I’m selling them off, bad taste in men, well, boys really. Same guy, Billy Brennan, they always double-team him. Safer that way, they say. No chance of being, what you call, personally converted. The never thought about a kin-folk conversion. They should have, I’ve talked about it enough. They just blew that off, like they do most things. Well, they don’t blow me, like “blow me” “blow me”, but that another story, like I said, their mom being against it and all.
Well, that went better than I expected. I expected some push back on low ball prices. I guess that in the Westside they haven’t been paying attention to what hot chicks from the Southside go for. And I’m glad that those snots at Spellbook seem to be ignoring the Westside. Once they do our buying rates are going go up, by a freaking lot. Well, not for skanks, they don’t touch those.
OK, let me go back and get them. With any luck, I will not have to shoot their asses. While I don’t really care, the bruise marks can lower their value, such as it is.
OK cunts, I’m here to take your asses back to “We Be Slaves.” Your stepdad sold you bitches to us, seems your mom didn’t want you fucking or sucking him, which was his first option. First I’ve got to draw some blood from you, pure formality, but still got to check whether you are pregnant or not. If you start to run, I’ll hit you with a bean bag round from my Remington. I’ve been told they can break ribs, but regardless, they will knock you over and take the wind right out of you. And if you make me shoot, I’m not going to be as careful on the blood draw.
So Nelson finally followed through on his nightly threats. Should have expected it. He didn’t seem too pleased when he found us eating Billy’s ass. That might have been what pushed him over the edge. He never liked Billy. If he had asked, we would have at least blown him, even if mom didn’t want us to. I mean, we’re old enough to make that sort of decision on our own. Do we need to strip?
Marisa and Brittany. Not your normal river rat skanks.
Well, I need to at least see your tits, for grading reasons, you look to be pretty highly graded, but I need to see ’em to be certain. You don’t have to take anything else off out here. We’ll cut your clothes off at the shop, of course, right before you get officially graded.
Hunter blood tests the two girls. The test comes back negative, so he zipped ties the new slaves, paid their stepdad, then put them in cells in the van. Driving back to the shop, he was thinking happy thoughts about what he was going to do to them at the shop. Breaking in new slaves could be such fun, particularly ones that look like these two. While he's deep in thoughts, a man in overalls with a green and yellow John Elk cap on came out onto the road and waved him down.
Are you one of those slaver types? Can I sell you my tramp of a wife, Tammie?
Collecting more white trash
Yes to both, be happy to buy your wife, tramp or not. Daughters too, if you got any, and they are old enough. We enjoy collecting full sets.
Well, she is the tramp over by my trailer. Ain’t got no daughters.
That’s too bad about the daughters. Are you sure you want to sell her? She doesn’t look like your average tramp.
Yeah, she looks good, but she’s a tramp and a slut, maybe even a whore. I don’t know if she’s charging or just giving it away. As to why today, I came home early on Monday and found her on her hands and knees with the Berry brothers, Seth and Thomas, dual teaming her. And their cousin Wendell was watching, with his cock out, waiting his turn, I suspect. I let them finish, of course, I’m not mean, and they didn’t see me come in. I told them this was the last time she was going to fuck and suck them or anybody else, even if they paid cash, like they offered me. Poor old Wendell looked like he was gonna cry, since he didn’t get a go at her. Almost made her suck him off, I mean he’s not quite all there in the head, but I wasn’t that forgiving. I mean, yeah, I can’t blame them for having her fuck and suck them, but there isn’t any reason to keep on the pretense that she’s not a free use slut still. She said she was giving up that life when we married. I wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with her if she didn’t change her ways. Anyway, I decided, needed to get rid of the skank. My instinct was to kill the bitch, but my wallet said to sell her. I was on the fence, until I saw your van. It was like a sign from the God above to sell her, not kill her slag ass.
OK, but why is she all but nude?
Oh, that’s my idea. If she can act like a slut, I told her she can dress like one until I either kill her or sell her. I said she could wear one item of clothing and her stripper shoes. She had a job at one of the titty bars cross the river for a while before we got married. Didn’t work out. Seems they didn’t let her fuck customers in the club for money but made her use her mouth for it, and took a cut. Anyway, when I told her she could wear one thing, the little tramp decided on one of my flannel shirts. I figured she would go for a sun dress, to be a little respectable but a slut gonna slut. She might be trying to make me change my mind, maybe just start selling her ass and make it official that she’s a whore, and I’m her pimp. Or maybe go back to being a free use slut, with my ok. Anyway, neither of those are gonna happen. Do you have one of those taser things? She might be skittish and run for the hills when you try to take her. She’s not really expecting anything to happen to her this week. I told her I was still thinking about what to do with her, either kill her or sell her, but you’re here already, and I was leaning towards selling her instead of killing her, so there it is. She thinks I’m deciding next week.
No, I don’t carry a ranged taser, got a hand held stun gun, but I do have bean bag rounds in my Remington. Normally, better range and the slut will really not like it. They stay down longer as well. So how much do you want for her?
Let’s say three fifty. I know she’s a looker and might be worth more than that, but she’s a slut and I just want her gone. I mean, hell, I’ve been thinking about just killing the bitch, so any money is more than I might get from that. I’ll get a replacement slut off the web. Get me a one that I can kill if she gets out of line without getting the law involved.
Boy, is he going to be surprised at the prices on delivered slaves. Not my problem.
Let me just take her down from here. No sense in seeing whether she’s going to run for the hills or not. And to be honest, I’d rather shoot her than use the stun gun.
<BANG><PUMP>
Right in the belly button, she’s gonna be down for a while. Don’t need a second shot. Need to do that about a quarter of the time. Let me get some blood from her and see whether the brothers made per pregnant or not. Or you, of course. I assume you fuck her, even if she’s a slut.
Of course, I fuck her. Every day and twice on the weekend. Fucked her about an hour ago. She’s on the pill, we don’t want any brats. If she’s in the family way, something has gone wrong, and we might have to visit a clinic to get that cleared up. Wouldn’t the first time. Pulling out doesn’t work that well, after that, I made her go on the pill.
If she’s not preggers, I’ll give you four hundred for her, that’s our standard rate for her age, wouldn’t feel right ripping you off like that.
And I’m not going to tell him that she’s worth a couple of thousands or more retail. He’ll find out soon enough when he tries to buy a replacement.
OK, if you want to pay more for her, I’m not gonna stop ya.
Tammie is tested negative. Money is exchanged. Hunter zip ties the stunned slut and puts her in a cell in the van's cargo area. The Remington is topped off, as the SOP says, always keep the gun fully ready to go.
Gary! We heard that shot, what’s going on?
Well, Mr. Poole, this gentleman is taking my slut wife off my hands. Decided to sell her instead of killing the little slut.
Ah, that’s too bad. Gonna miss Tammie.
Let me guess, Alan, you’ve been fucking the slut while I was away like the others.
Well, most Thursdays around noon. I hope you’re not mad. You can have a crack at my bitch if you’d like. Or some of the older girls.
Nope, if I had a slut of a neighbor who looked like Tammie, I’d try to fuck her as well. Or at least get my knob polished. I’m just surprised it took this long to catch her in the act. I knew she was a free use slut, I mean she was when I married her. She said that she would stop being that way, that I was all the cock she needed. I told her that if I did catch her, I would either kill her slut ass. or sell her. I looked it up, killing your wife is just manslaughter after those big changes in the state laws for bitches, not murder, and only has a year hard time attached, plus a thousand dollar fine, and that depends on the facts of the case. Suspect that killing a slut wife who was fucking the whole trailer park without permission wouldn’t get the full Monty. Still, didn’t think she was worth that risk. It doesn’t matter now, I’ve sold her slut ass. And I think I may take you up on that offer. I’ve been having lusty thoughts about the twins for a while. Maybe have a three-way with them, a couple of times, I mean I’ll bet you did Tammie more than once, you owe me.
The Poole Twins, Sherri and Amy
Well, OK. How about every Thursday after they get out of school? Want them to stay in their school uniforms? If we are doing until we have even Steven on fucking, well, you get them for, yeah, about three months, more or less. And that’s counting at two to one. If you swap off, it’s more like six months. Might loosen their uptight asses up some. I’m not so sure about that school I’ve got them in, seems to be doing a weird thing about how they think. They are always talking about their husbands, and how it’s gonna be so much better when they get married. They even joke, or at least I think they’re joking, about marrying the same man. I mean, I know that’s legal now, but it seems just wrong to me. Marriage is one man, one woman. And maybe some slaves, got to adapt to the times.
So anyway, my name is Alan Poole, you’re a slaver, right? Do you have room for 6 more? My oldest six are being real bitches right now. I’ve been contemplating selling them for a while. Just never got a round tuit, if you know what I mean. The old lady was iffy about it, but then I said I might sell her at the same time. The girls are all old enough she’s not legally a mother anymore. That changed her mind then and there. She’s been the best fuck she’s been in a while after I made that threat. Even letting me do ass to mouth. Still might sell the bitch off.
Sure, I’ve got room in the van. Might have to use the meat hooks to hold a couple, but I can do it. We can always come back for your wife if we need to.
Six Tramps
Well, follow me, the six that I want to sell off are all outside, should be a piece of cake to get them.
Hey! Sluts! Show your asses for the nice man. He might want to do your asses. Needs to see your skank asses, chop chop, drop those panties… Like I showed you how. Drop those drawers, ya God damn sluts. What’s taking so fucking long? Do what I say and do it now! God-damned disobedient sluts.
Are these all your daughters? No offense, but they don’t look like sisters. I can’t just take any slut that happens to be on your property. At least not without a good reason, and standing around isn’t one of them.
No offense taken. They are three sets of twins. To be honest, not sure if they are really mine, but they are my wife’s. I can get their birth certificates if I need to. As to why they might not be mine, well, Tammie’s not the only trailer park slut in this park. The difference is, I don’t care. As long as Maureen doesn’t get any untreatable disease, I don’t care who she fucks. I mean, she doesn’t care about me fucking around, so it goes both ways. I’ve probably got a dozen or more bastards running around. I always raw dog if that’s an option. Anyway, these are the oldest six of sixteen. The younger girls are acting like little angels right now, but they might turn into hellions when they grow up, like these cunts have. The triplets and the twins are old enough to worry about, but the twins are so straight lace it hurts, like I said. I hope having Gary fuck them once a week loosens them up some. Let them know their place. If they don’t loosen up some, I may just sell them off after Gary is done with them. Uptight bitches.
Well, even if they are technically stepdaughters, you still have full rights. Let me see if I knock them down. Watch your ears.
Well, that went pretty well. Small of the back shots don’t always drop the slut. I’ve been petty lucky today with that. I’d have to reload if any of them didn’t go down. Only got 5 shots in the tube and one in the chamber.
Not that I mind, but why did they show their asses when you asked them to? I mean, most girls aren’t showing their asses if their dad says to. Did make them like targets on the range.
Oh, I whore them out. That’s how they get their spending money, they get a quarter of what they earn. That’s part of the problem, they have started asking for half of what they earn. Like that’s gonna happen, got bills and trailer rent to pay. They must have thought you were a customer, even if we aren’t in the normal place for it. Whoring out the oldest triplets as well, but don’t need to sell them off, they are acting like good little whores and not give me any backtalk. Pretty sure the trips aren’t mine by blood. They got really red hair, which doesn’t run in my or my wife’s family. I’ve got an idea whose they are, and, hey, he’s a good dude. Glad he had some fun. With these six gone, I’m gonna have to start on the twins, once they loosen up some. I’m almost positive they are mine, but that doesn’t really mater, got to keep up that cash flow. Like I said, pays the bills.
OK, then. Let me zip tie them, make a blood test, then drag them to the van. Assuming none of the whores are pregnant, I’ll take them.
Hunter goes to get the teens, and finally gets a good look at them from the front.
I hate to tell you this, but a couple of these are real low-grade skanks, not even worth doing a torture show with. Do you mind if I just treat them like livestock? Use the meat hooks on them and make butcher store meat out of them?
Are you paying cash?
Of course. Four hundred for the whores, two fifty for the cows. Call it twenty-one hundred all told. Twenty-one fresh from a bank Benjamin’s, unless you want smaller bills. I think I’ve got enough twenties and fifties for that.
For that twenty-one hundred, you can do whatever you want to them. Hell, butcher them all, I don’t care. I always had some trouble whoring out Jody and Lisa. They ain’t the best-looking sluts. I hope they aren’t mine. I’m not surprised they aren’t worth as much.
Well, I do got to tell you that the other four will most likely be tortured to death live as part of our weekly live show on the local shows time on The Torture Channel. Even though they are worth full rate payment, they really aren’t gonna do good in the open market. We’ll keep them for sale until Friday night, who knows, might get someone that wants a worker slave, or one to abuse. We get numerous clients for both of those.
Oh? When is your show? Might want to watch it, or come down in person. Might fuck the old lady doggy style she can watch at the same time if I don’t see it in person. Might bring her along for some oral therapy to the live show. Either way, I’m gonna have the girls watch to let them know what might happen to them if they start acting out. The trips really need to know they need to walk the straight and narrow, now that they are old enough. The twins will freak out, they just turned old enough last month.
Friday nights, nine thirty PM, The Torture Channel. They will be on this week’s show, unless something really strange happens. It’s live on The Torture Channel, after that, the enhanced and edited, three camera view video is for sale as a download or streaming on our site, WeBeSlaves.com. You can also be part of the live audience, at 20 bucks a head, free if you give us a slut to use that day. Live audience is pretty popular. We can do some light torture on your wife if you’d like. I mean, ten lashes with a bull whip on a wife is legal in Oklahoma, the husband doesn’t have to be the one doing it, as long as he’s present. More severe torture if she signs a waiver. Could even kill her if she signs the strongest waiver.
I got to think about that. I’d bring the trips along, but that might be expensive.
Well, if you let them be used as cum dumps, they would be free. I mean, they are already whores, shouldn’t be that big of a deal for them.
Hmm. What about the wife? She’s not really a whore, but she does suck a mean cock. That’s not just me. She’s done some guys at parties, they all seem to think she’s pretty good.
Same thing.
Hmm.
Hunter managed to get all four whores into the cells in the van without any major issue, using up all the cells. He uses the meat hooks on the cows, Jody and Lisa, so he's not crowding the cells.
Need to call the shop and tell them that I got more than just the two.
Boss, got the two you sent me out on. And seven more. The two you sent me are grade A, maybe grade A+. Nice big tits. One of the others is Grade A+, maybe A-prime. The A+ is a free use slut, who has a lot of practice as a slut, it seems, so she should be pretty good on the sex tests. The other six are typical skank Westside whores, well, two of them are only meat quality. And I mean whore literally. Their dad was whoring them out. That’s how he got them to stand in a line with their asses hanging out to be shot, like on a target range. Near perfect drop, got each on in their tramp stamp, and they all went down on the first shot. All for the standard rate, less for the cows, which I only paid two fifty for. Someday, these hay seeds are going to cotton to the prices that the snots are paying.
Well, until they do, we keep paying bottom dollar. So, you say we’ve got 3 to sell and 6 to kill Friday?
Well, no, actually. I had to use the meat hooks on two of the cows to make room for the others. We’ll have to butcher them this afternoon or let them bleed out and sell them as bulk meat.
Well, OK, I hope you are up for it, Neal is doing a bus load of sluts that did the “bet your ass” thing at the Acid Rock Casino and lost. Our contract with Acid Rock means that half of them have to be returned as meat within 24 hours. He’s gonna be busy. Stay out of his way.
OK, I can do that. If there is room, I’m gonna have the other sluts watch to show them that they aren’t at the top of the food chain anymore, really at the bottom of it.
Don’t do that to the 3 Grade A sluts. Don’t want to spook them too much. If they really are A+, A-prime, I’ll put them in the special collection. We’ve got two from the casino, but I like to keep at least 5 in the special collection.
OK, whatever you say, you own the place.
We Be Slaves, Later that Morning
Welcome to We Be Slaves! What can I do for you gentlemen!
Yeah, we understand that Tammie Ball is for sale now. You just bought her because, well, we were doing the double dirty with her and her old man got a little ticked off about that. Didn’t take us up on our fuck for bucks plan, neither.
Yeah, just brought her in. She’s in our special collection.
Well, how much for her?
Twenty-five hundred.
What! I know you only paid four hundred for her!
Well, yeah, not my fault her ex didn’t try to bargain with my pickup man. He took the first offer and that was that. Not going to discount her just because we got her dirt cheap. He only asked for three fifty for her. Hunter felt sorry for him and gave him our standard skank rate. And her price is likely to go up once we get her sex tested. I understand she has lots of practice, what with repeating partners.
Yeah, I see what you mean, I guess sluts really are like used cars. Buy low, sell high. That what the boss keeps harping on. Never thought about that. Let us talk about this for a minute.
The Berry brothers and their cousin Wendell talk among themselves for a while. Wendell does a lot of arm waving. After a few minutes, they return to the counter.
OK, we’ll take her. Do you want cash or a card?
We take cards, but we would rather have cash. Less of a paper trail that way, you know.
Hey, Natalie, go back and get that tall brunette in the special holding cell. Be quick about it, or I might flog you extra tonight when it’s time for that.
The work slave scurries back into the holding area and soon brings back Tammie.
Almost fast enough. Gonna add just ten lashes instead of twenty. That brings you up to what forty due tonight?
Yes, Master Leslie, that is how many you are to give this worthless slut. Thank you for flogging my worthless body.
Yeah, of course one day I’m going to get tired of that and just kill you for a Friday show.
Yes, master, do as you see fit with this worthless slave.
Damn, how do you get them that submissive? I mean I’ve read about slaves being that way, even seen them that way in TV shows, never thought I would see one in real life.
I don’t rightly know about Natalie. She started talking that way right after she was converted by her mother. Her five sisters didn’t act that way. Of course, she’s still alive and here, not killed in the weekly torture show or sold off, so there is that. It’s why I’ve kept her up front and not sold her off or killed her teen ass. She’s not really high enough quality to be a long-term counter slave, but she makes up for it with her attitude. She’s what all sluts should be like. Any rate, here is Tammie. She’s yours now, you can do anything you want to her. If you want to kill her, we have a several full option rooms for rent. Or you can sign her over for our Friday night show. You’ll get a percentage of the take for that, plus an up front payment.
Tammie sucks cock
No, she’s going to be a family play toy for a while. Once she’s all used up we might kill her, but for a while, well, she gets played with.
OK, bitch! On your knees. Gonna find out if we just wasted two and half grand. You owe Wendell a blow job, and he’s tired of waiting. He got a case of blue balls from this morning. And if it’s not good enough, well, we might see about renting that whipping post and three whips. Maybe one of those rooms.
We offer reasonable rates. Discounted if you sign over video rights.
Here that slut? Do a good job, or find out what will be your life if you don’t please the Barry family in all ways. I hope you like eating carpet, we got a couple of sisters who go that way. Of course, there is Hayley, she’s got one of those “I’m as good as a man”, what you call it, mistress papers. She gonna want to play with you with some of her toys. Maybe have her do that while the stepsisters and the cousins practice deep throat. That’s a good party.
Tammie sinks to her knees and takes Wendell's cock into her mouth. She swirls her tongue over the head of it for a while. Wendell moans. After a minute or so of this, she takes a deep breath and takes his cock all the way down her throat. She swallows several times, then pulls back just enough to let her take a breath, then goes back down. Wendell puts his hands on her head and moans. After about four minutes of deep throating, Wendell grabs her by the hair, pulls her even deeper and starts to shake and cum. After blasting cum into her throat for what seemed like forever, he pulls her up and smiles.
Yeah, we’ll keep her. She was even better than Tricia.
Tricia? How do you know about what sort of head my sister gives?
Well, she blows me after church most weeks. In the back of the choir room. Makes me happy. Most other girls don’t want to make me happy, they just laugh at me and call me a dummy. I think she’s sweet on me.
Did you know, that if you film her doing that, after three weeks you can make her yours?
Really? Might do that, then I could keep her safe from the bad men who want her.
You’re not going to convert my sister!
Why not?
Well, just because. At least not until I find out how good she is. Then we’ll talk.
You’re gonna have Tricia suck you off? She’s your sister by blood.
Yeah, it’s not like I’m gonna fuck her or anything, and she doesn’t seem to have any problems with sucking off kin folk. I’ll have her do it next party. Maybe have a race with her, Tammie, and the Lynch sisters.
The same applies to you. If you film them sucking you off three times, well, bring them in, and we will convert ’em. I pay pretty good for good cocksuckers.
The We Be Slave Abattoir
From Acid Rock
Mr. Phillips, how’s is it going? Damn. Didn’t expect that the boss man was serious about a bus load.
Yeah, these are just the older sluts and the skanks. The better grade younger sluts are already back in the pens.
Why are they all smiling? And if those are the skanks, the higher grade must be pretty good.
Two sluts on the butcher table
Two A+ and a shit ton of solid grade A and A-. No primes, that would be too much to ask. These are the bottom end A- and all the grade B walking meat. Yeah, we will be full up on rent-a-wife and fuck slaves for a couple of weeks. Might have to have a special on the show using hot chicks instead of the normal skanks, if we get many more high-rated sluts. As to why they are all happy and shit, the casino gave them happy shots before they loaded them into the bus. I don’t think they know what’s about to happen to them. Any way, let me get the first two on the table, I’m gonna be busy for a while. Use the secondary table for your skanks.
Natalie! Help me get a skank off the meat carrier and on to the table! Neil, are you using any of the cameras?
Nah, I’m doing it the boring industrial way on these sluts, ain’t got time for no showy screaming and carrying on. Have fun with them.
Hunter movers the 3 camera stands so that their cameras are pointing at the secondary table. Jody and Lisa are conscious, if barely. Both moan as they hang from the meat stand. Jody is taken off the stand and dropped on the table. Hunter secures her with the table's straps. Lisa is positioned in such a way that she has a full view of what is about to happen to Jody.
Do you need me to help master Hunter? I live to help my masters.
Yeah, hand me tools as I ask for them. I think we’ll start with the cleaver and a chopping block. Gonna start with the hands and the feet. Too bony for me, but some people seem to like them, feet more than hands.
Hunter takes the meat cleaver and brings it down on Jody's left foot. She wakes fully up, tries to thrash around and screams. The foot is tossed into a meat bucket at the end of the table.
Natalie, put something in her mouth to keep her quiet.
Natalie shoves her fist into Jody's mouth.
Well, if that works, it works. She might bite.
That’s OK, master Hunter, I live for pain for my masters.
You are one messed up chick.
Yes, I am master, I live only for my masters’ pleasure. Please hurt me when you are done with this meat.
Hunter raises the cleaver and cuts off Jody's right foot, followed by both of her hands. Natalie winces as Jody bites down on her hand after every chop. The hands and feet join the left foot in the bucket.
Well, she’s gonna bleed out pretty fast now. I’ll do her legs first.
Hunter chops the meat's left leg just below the knee, then does the right. Both legs go into a meat crate.
Give me a big knife, gonna cut her legs off from the hips. The cleaver doesn’t really work well for that.
Natalie pulls her hand from Jody's mouth and gets the requested knife. There are visible, slightly bleeding teeth marks on Natalie's hand. Natalie shoves her hand back into the meat's mouth. Hunter makes a few expert cuts around her hip and upper leg, pulls Jody's thigh from her hip. After tossing the leg into the meat crate, he starts on the right. By this time, both Hunter and Natalie are covered in blood.
And now you know why I bleed them out before I start chopping at them
Yeah, but people don’t pay to see that.
Point.
OK, on to her arms. Gonna mix it up and start on the right for them.
I think she’s in shock now, or maybe dead, she just loosened her bite on my hand.
Keep it in her mouth while I do her arms.
Yes, master. I’ll keep it there, even if it doesn’t hurt anymore.
Hunter chops the right arm at the elbow with the cleaver, then picks up the knife and cuts around the arm at the shoulder, then pulls it free. tossing the parts into the crate as he removes them.
She didn’t bite, I think she’s dead.
Meh. Keep it in until I finish her left arm.
Hunter repeats the chop and cut that he did on the right arm on Jody's left, tosses the two parts into the crate.
I’m almost sure she’s dead now, master Hunter.
Well, let’s make sure of that, pull your hand out and stand back.
With one practice swing, Hunter cleaves through Jody's neck. There isn't the expected blood spray
Yeah, she was dead. Wonder when she died? Doesn’t really matter. Let’s gut her and start cutting up her ribs and brisket.
Mr. Wilkinson's voice comes over the intercom. Hunter moves over so he can push the button and talk.
Have you processed both cows yet?
No, starting to do Jody’s ribs and brisket, Lisa is still watching. She’s not doing well.
Hold off on processing the 2nd cow. Wild Country Meats just called, and they want a live low-grade slave.
Aren’t they a traditional meat and game butcher?
Well, yeah, but they want to practice on a few in case they decide to expand. They said they might get several more next week.
Did you tell them that she’ not gonna last more than a few hours, a day max?
Yeah, They said they would be over within the hour.
Natalie washing off blood
OK, Natalie, I think it’s time that we washed the blood from us. Once you are clean again, go see what Mr. Wilkinson wants. If there isn’t anything he wants for the next 30 minutes or so, I’m a little wound up and need a release, and your mouth would be just about right.
Yes, master, I will deep throat you. Do you want me to die on your cock?
No, that would piss off the boss. If anybody gets to strangle you to death on their cock, it’s him.
Yes, master. I understand. You want just a normal, boring deep throat blow job. At least make me pass out, even if you don’t kill me. You can choke me out while I’ve got your cock in my throat. My brother and father liked to do that.
Sounds dangerous, and I don’t want to piss off the boss. I like my job, and killing you isn’t worth it. Did the men in your family do all of your sisters as well as you?
No, just me and my mother. My sisters didn’t want to. They did watch a few times. Master John. my brother, might have done Tanya a couple of times, but not officially in front of mother.
Your mother watched you blow your father? Why did your mother convert y’all?
Yes, she did watch, and give pointers. She’s a real expert at deep throat. I think she did some movies before she married Master. We did it at least three times a week. More in the summer when John wasn’t in school. She even taught his girlfriend how to deep throat. John is going to convert Erin as soon as school is over. As to why she converted us, I think she was getting a little jealous, even if the other girls were not pleasing Master and John, at least not yet. And she is pregnant and has 4 girls young enough to make her a legal mother, so she’s not afraid of Master converting her as revenge.
We Be Slaves, Early Afternoon
Hunter! We got another pick up. They said we need to get there before the trash collectors get there.
What does the trash collectors have to do with a pickup?
Damn if I know. Just get going. Last Tree trailer part, lot 12. Carpenter is the client.
Hunter drives to the Last Tree trailer park, on the western edge of Eastlake.
Hello Mr. Carpenter, I’m Hunter Bailey from We Be Slaves. I understand you have a pickup for us.
Beverly Carpenter Out for Trash.
Yeah, Beverly in the trash barrel behind the house. She’s trash, take her away. If you don’t want her, well, she goes to the land fill. I know they don’t check the barrels before they dump them in the truck, and then the crusher does it thing. That just as good. And I don’t want anything for the little blonde slag, just take her away, don’t want to see or hear her annoying voice again.
OK, that’s weird. Let’s see what’s going on. OK, that explains what he means by in the trash barrel.
Can you get out?
No, Ronnie tied my arms to my legs and pushed me in, on top of the other trash.
OK, this might hurt, I’m going to dump you out.
Hunter roughly pushes the trash barrel over, then reaches in and yanks the blonde out.
OK, let me cut you free. I’d leave you tied, but it would be a straight bitch to get you in the van the way you are tied.
The blonde is cut free, then has her arms zipped tied behind her back.
Now, I’ve got to take a blood test. If you end up being pregnant, you are free to go. And I would suggest you go far and fast.
The blood draw is done, and she tested negative.
OK, in the van with you.
While Hunter is driving back, he gets a call from the office.
I got another pick up. 2303 S Yukon. Client is Lindsey Hooper, self conversion. Treat it as non-permissive, she started to sound a little nervous and uncertain towards the end of the call, saying things, “Well, maybe, I don’t know” I got a recording of her asking to be converted, and I’ve changed her status to provisionally converted, so get her ass. Call me when you have done the blood test, and I’ll change her status to full conversion.
On it boss. Give her the full treatment.
Lindsey Hooper, reluctant volunteer.
Ms. Hooper? I’m here from We Be Slaves to collect you.
Ah, well, about that, I’ve changed my mind. I thought I made that clear to the man on the phone. My boyfriend said he wasn’t breaking up with me after all. He’s gonna marry just me instead of my sisters.
Oh, it’s much too late for that, slut, you’ve already been marked as converted. Once we got the recording of you asking to be converted, well, you were as good as a slave. We take those call seriously, unlike some other companies in town. If you called them, well, you’ll never know.The only thing that will save you is being with child. Maybe your boyfriend will buy you before some rich family does. Plenty of river rats get bought to be play toys for a family. And you look like prime play toy material, what with your big old tits and all.
With that, the slaver lunges forward, pressing a stun gun into the teen's belly, triggering it. Lindsey collapses to the floor. Hunter roughly takes a blood sample from her and tests it, finding her not pregnant, so he zipped ties her arms behind her back.
OK boss, got her. And, yeah, she wanted to back out. Go ahead, do the full conversion. She’s not a skank, sort of cute, blonde, got big tits. Rent-a-Wife material.
Lindsey starts to yell.
Wait a second, got to ball gag a bitch, don’t want to hear her all the way back to the shop.
Lindsey is rapidly, if somewhat roughly, ball gagged.
That should keep you quiet for a while, cunt.
Good work. I got another one, another trailer park.
Damn, what’ going on today?
Don’t know, but not bitching about it.
Yeah, I could see how you might not.
Anyway, Lone Pine park, lot 17. The client is Ms. Cheryl Chambers, she wants to sell off her daughter Nancy. I heard teen girl voices in the background, they seemed to be arguing about something. Try to get them as well if they are old enough. Offer four hundred and the bonus if you need to, and they look like they are worth it.
Damn, Lone Pine is way the hell up north. Gonna take me a twenty, thirty to get there. Better get this slut in the van and get going. Call me if there are anymore. I got plenty of space, space 5 more, 9 if I want to pack them tight, plus some space on the meat hooks.
With that, Hunter reapplied the stun gun to the groggy teen, then fireman carried her out to his panel van, putting her in one of the cells built into the cargo area. He applied another shock with the stun gun.
That’s for trying to back out of a verbal contract. You might have a bad Friday night if no one buys you before then. We might give your boyfriend a front-row seat when we peel the skin off your tits. Have a real sex slave deep throat him while you are tortured. Do you think he would like that?
Nancy Chambers
Ms Chambers? I’m Hunter Bailey with We Be Slaves. I understand you want to sell us one of your daughters.
Yeah. Nancy is out back. Don’t think you will have any trouble finding her or taking her in. I took the liberty of securing the ungrateful bitch. Took some doing, but I got her secure. She’s not going anywhere until someone comes by with a knife. I’d still stun her, she’s liable to be feisty when you cut her free. Leave the gag on, if you can. I don’t want to hear her pathic voice as you take her away.
With that, Hunter went behind the trailer, finding Nancy tied to a power pole, topless but wearing Daisy Dukes and knee-high boots. She's gagged with duct tape, has a ratchet strap around her belly, has her arms secured behind her back and her feet are tied to the pole.
Well, don’t have to offer more for her, she is a grade B skank, like I expected, based on what her mother looked like.
After stunning Nancy, he did a blood draw and found her green. He then removed the ratchet strap and cutting her feet free. Looking around the back area, Hunter saw five young girls sunning them self. Ms. Chambers came out to see how he was doing.
Ms. Chambers, I’m willing to offer you four hundred for Nancy. I’d like to speak to you after I have secured the meat in my van.
Meat?
Well, maybe. It depends on how high demand is. She’s above meat quality, enough so that we wouldn’t normally butcher her, but we might if demand is high enough. She looks like she’s on the edge of grade B. But that’s not really high enough for anything other worker slave, unless she tests out good on her sex tests.
Oh! If forgot to tell you I had them all wife tested. That’s part of the reason she’s being a bitch. She said only sluts, slags, and slaves got tested, and there was no reason for her to get it because she wasn’t any of those. Didn’t understand that rich men look for high scores for their second wives, after they get rid of their posh bitch. Let me get her papers.
Both Ms Chambers and Hunter re-entered the trailer, with Hunter fireman carrying Nancy out to his van, placing her in one of the cells. He picks up the Remington, checking if it was topped off, Just in Case, he thought. He reenters the trailer, where he is met by Ms. Chambers, who is holding a large stack of paper. She ruffles through them, extracting five or six sheets.
Here are her papers. I had her tested in most of the domestic skills, as well as fucking and sucking. Even did sodomy and hand jobs.
Well, I’d like to talk to you about your other daughters. The boss heard them arguing while he was on the phone with you. He thought you might be getting tired of that. They are way above grade B, so I’m willing to offer you five hundred each and an assurance that they will not be killed or tortured for at least eight weeks. Let me look at Nancy’s papers. Oh, yeah, offering five hundred for her as well. She makes up for her looks by being an expert at fucking and sucking. Gonna add the no kill contract for her as well.
Five hundred each? Cash money?
We prefer cash. It has less of a paper trail, which seems important to the boss and the accountant.
Well, I don’t know, they aren’t as good on their tests as Nancy was. I suspect Nancy had more practice. They didn’t test Stacy in her pussy because she’s a virgin. The others are just in the 70s for most things. Better at cooking, which is weird, they seem to eat mainly pizza when I’m home. They must cook for themselves when I’m out of town on company business.
Well, with their looks and even with scores in the 70s, they would be valuable to us. I’ll extend Stacy’s no kill contract to six months. Not going to guarantee she stays a virgin for that whole time. In fact, if she doesn’t sell in the first five months, we will auction her virginity off. We don’t get to do those but once, maybe a twice a year, but they are always a good moneymaker.
Well, I don’t know.
Make up your mind. The no kill contract expires when I leave the lot. If you call us later, they have the standard one-month life expectancy if not sold before then. And Stacy goes straight to the virgin auction.
Ok, take them as well.
OK, let me go get them.
Hunter walks out in the back area, raises the Remington and let's loose on the unexpecting teens.
After stunning the five girls, he rapidly moves to secure them and start the blood test, with the test on Stacy being a mere formality. Of the other four, three came up green, but the blonde tested positive.
Damn, have had that happen in almost three months.
Ah, Ms. Chambers, about the blond —
Jill?
Yeah, I can’t take her. She’s pregnant.
Oh, she is? How long do I have to wait for her?
Well, if she’s carrying a boy, ten years, which will put her way out of parental rights. If she’s carrying a girl, well, a clinic can fix that, then it would be just a case of you calling us again. Eight years if she carries to term, most likely also putting her out of your control, depending on how old she is now.
Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. Looks like I get some grandchildren. Multiply births run in the family, normally triplets. I wanted some anyway, one reason why I did sell them off when they turned legal. They were a handful as young teens. More or less straightened out once I posted your phone number next to the phone. Right under the pizza place’s number. I know they saw it and adjusted behavior to match their new status. I made them watch your show a few times, just to rub in where the stood. Cheryl seemed to be into it, don’t know if that affects how you use her. She did take over the spanking of the other girls when they needed it. Or when she felt like it, which seems a lot of the time with Nora. Tied them down and everything. She left marks and sometimes drew blood. She was planing on transferring to Tesla next semester so she could take a one of those mistress classes. I guess it’s too late for that.
Well, taking Jill to a woman’s clinic between you and your God. Let me cut Jill free, then take the others to the van. I’ll tell the boss that Cheryl might be a good torturer bitch instead of a victim.
OK Boss, got four of the five. The fifth was pregnant, so I had to cut her free. Her mother turned down the clinic option if it was a girl. The one we got called on is a B+, maybe, on a good day, A-, however she has 90 plus on fucking, sucking, and jacking off. No test on females. Their mother had them take the wife tests for marrying rich men reasons. Anyway, the other 4 are A- to A, maybe even A+. They have 70s-80s on the sex skills tests. She also had them tested on domestic skills, and they did fairly well. One of them is a virgin. I offered five hundred for them and a two month no kill contract. The virgin got a six-month contract. She wasn’t cunt tested, obviously, but she did surprisedly well on cocksucking with an eighty-seven score. Must be native talent, don’t normally expect virgins to test that high. One of the others seems to be into inflicting pain. Might test her and if she’s any good, have her be our slave torturer bitch for a while, then have a surprise show where she’s the victim.
Well, OK. We’re low on sex slaves right now. Seems that a lot of the Acid Rock girls were all looks, no skills. Meh. We have a way of dealing with that sort of slave. The casino might get more meat than the contract allows for. They have an option to buy as much as we can provide.
I’m full up, unless you want to start putting 2 per cell. Or we get some meat calls.
Nah, come on back. If we get another call, I’ll wait until you get unloaded.
Wild Country Meat, late afternoon.
Lisa at Wild Country Meat
OK, boss, the slave girl is here. Hey, she’ still alive! You didn’t tell me that we were getting one that was still alive. I assumed she would be a carcass, like most pigs are.
Cut her throat, let her bleed out then string her up like she was a sow and gut her, I guess. Then treat her like you would a normal pig.
You know, human legs and arms aren’t like the legs on a pig. Not quite sure on what to do with them.
Yeah, that’s why we are practicing.
You’re not really thinking about this, are you? I’m not sure if I’m onboard with cutting up women and girls. If I wanted to do that, there are quite a few places I could work. I get offers almost every month. At a pay raise occasionally. I mean I’ll do this one, I can tell she’s not gonna make it overnight, so it’s more like a mercy kill than a straight ahead slaughter. And she’s already on meat hooks. Not sure what I would do if the sows were walking and talking when they came through the door.
Well, with the Chinese dumping meat quality slaves on the market, we might expand into it. Human flesh still sells for about fifty percent more than pork does, by weight. If the Chinese keep dumping their young women into the market, that’s gonna change. The price per pound for “meat grade” slaves is falling, which is having an effect on the pork and beef markets. Human meat consumption is the highest since the mad cow thing back in the day, and the per-person amount is rising. I’ve looked it up, you don’t have to be a slaver to be a human meat processor. You can buy from a licensed slaver and do the killing and butchering yourself. Mr. Briggs is contemplating getting a license for the shop so we could directly bid on the Chinese sales. But I understand your issue. If we do expand into the Chinese flesh market, I’ll keep it separate from the traditional meat room. The store room needs to be cleaned out any way, and we can always use the overflow cooler. Would have to stop doing women during deer season, however. We could use those space to process Chinese flesh. And I am referring to Chinese flesh because, to be frank, I do not believe we can afford to purchase that much American flesh in any quantity. We Be Slaves provided me with reasonable prices for her and for more of what they referred to as “skanks,” That price was approximately seventy-five percent of the prices offered by other slavers. However, they told me that they could only supply roughly a half a dozen, if that, per week, at best. That’s not really enough to get into the market. Mr. Briggs checked and most of the schools end up selling a bunch of girls who failed classes that semester at the end of the semester. I’m not quite ready to butcher American high school girls as a business, as I’m sure you are. I told him that. He just grunted in reply.
Well, I don’t know. I got to think about it. I mean, if it’s just going to be Chinese, that’s one thing. Don’t want to kill any blue-eyed blondes, much less a redhead. I don’t mean to sound racist, but, well, they say there are too many Chinese anyway. It might be doing the earth a favor by taking some of them off the planet. Of course, some people are saying that about America as well. If I’m doing it to help the planet, I might need to do American girls as well, so I might do school girls. Like I said, got to think about it.
Well, unless the schools start offering girls at close to the same price as the Chinese are, that’s not going to be a problem. Simply can’t afford many of them. A Chinese meat girl is about a third of what they want for a good worker slave, never mind a sex toy. And you would not believe what they want for a “spit ready” girl. I get confused by the grading scales, they have one for appearance, one for meat and one for twinks. That makes sense, but why are top-level appearance girls also rated as “spit ready”. There must be something I’m missing.
You just moved here, didn’t you? From a small town, right?
Yeah, about a year ago. Mr. Briggs liked my work on deer and offered me a working supervisor job.
Yeah, your predecessor, Larry, was an ass that nobody liked, and I didn’t want the extra work. Anyway, there is a big thing here in Eastlake about seeing hot chicks get killed in various ways. Live spitting them is one of them. They do it in the parks most weekends. You and Mr. Briggs might want to check it out before we get really into the girl flesh market. Death shows don’t really bother me, much, but it’s not my thing. I mean, I’m not a neo-abolitionist, but I’m not going out of my way to see a snuff show. Like I said, it’s not my thing.
Oh. Well, yeah, we didn’t even have a slaver, much less a human butcher, in the town where I came from.
I have eaten girl flesh, as it happens, one of my friends had one roasted for his twenty-first birthday. His girlfriend at the time. He said it was her idea, but I’m not sure, he kept her gagged until it was too late. She lived about 10 minutes over the fire. Her twin sister was blowing everybody there. If her sister was anything like her, I damn sure wouldn’t have roasted her. Any way, even though they are called “long pork”, the meat is closer to beef, at least if you spit roast them. I had seconds. I wouldn’t turn it down if offered again, but I’m not going to go out of my way to get it. I’ve never ordered it in restaurants that offer it. Lots more of those since the Cheap China Meat thing started. Signs of the times. Of course, it’s possible that is gonna run its course eventually. There is already talk of tariffs. Gonna find out who has the better PAC, the restaurant and new human butchers, or the established slave traders.
Friday Night in We Be Slave’s Torture Chamber and Studio.
Mistress Mikayla
Gentlemen, Mistress, and Sluts. We have a big show today! By popular demand, Mistress Mikayla returns to deal with 4 skanks and 2 A+ sluts. Well, can’t call them sluts, they test at 32 or lower on fucking and sucking. One gives a great hand job, but that’s not gonna save her. Even an A+ blonde that can’t fuck or suck doesn’t deserve to live. And we have enough of them that we don’t need to keep some back for spitting, so they die today, in very public ways. Any way, let’s bring out the first one now! Gentlemen and Mistress, I present you with Natasha Henson. She “Bet Her Ass” on a busted flush. So, needless to say, she’s here for your viewing pleasure. Her sister is now available as steaks at Acid Rock Casino’s buffet. I’ll bet Natasha will wish that she got a nice, pain-free butchering.
Anyway, we’re gonna try something new today. We are letting our live audience get in on the show. We’ve selected an audience member at random for this. Would Eric Gaines come on down to get one of her 92% rated hand jobs! Anybody else that wants one after Eric is done with her, they are 10 buck a shot. And yes, we expect you to shoot on her face. Most of the other victims will also be open use as they come on. Eric, after you paint her face, you get to decide on what happens to her. You even have the option of buying her for an even grand. That’s a five hundred dollar discount based on her appearance alone. Of course, that really depends on how much you like hand jobs. Her fuck score is 28 and her she’s the high score for blow jobs at 32. Anybody apart from Eric can buy her at one thousand two hundred fifty. That’s still a two hundred fifty discount. Live TV audience can call in and buy her for the full fifteen hundred bucks, if no one live wants her. Streamer are out of luck because she’s gonna be sold or killed by the time this steams. The switchboard number is (918) 555 9447. That’s 918 555 WHIP. If no one buys her, we will flog the skin off her back and do other horrible things to her, like she was a normal slave skank on this show. Mistress Mikayla is eagerly awaiting a painful death for this slave.
Eric comes up on the stage and whips out his semi hard cock.
Natasha Henson Hand Job
Make me hard, then do your magic. If you’re good enough, I might buy you for my son. He’s at that age where he’s jerking off several times a day. He’s old enough to own a slave. It might be nice if he had a trained slut to do it for him. And you can practice your crappy blow job skills on him as well, he wouldn’t know the difference. He’ll just be happy he gets to cum in a hot slave’s mouth. I’d check you every once in a while to see if you had gotten better, of course. You’ll be punished if you haven’t. We might bring you in here for punishment. I’ve always liked Mistress Mikayla work. I understand that if you bring a slut in on Friday for the show, it’s free. Of course, you might not live through it. Such is the life of a slave toy. I’ve never had a trained bitch give me a hand job. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever had a hand job that was just a hand job. Mixed in with a blow job, sure. Getting me hard enough to fuck, of course, but until I sprayed cum on her face? Don’t think I’ve done that. Make it good. Your whole life depends on it.
Natasha starts to give Eric a nice slow hand job, lubing her finger with spit. As she continues, she gains speed. Eric moans. She is obviously talented at masturbating men.
Come on, big boy, spray may face. I want your cum on my face. Come on, spray me… Cum on my face. That’s what it’s for. Your cum. My face needs your cum. Please cum on my face, I can tell you want to. Please, master, I need a cum wash. Please cum on me…
After several minutes, Eric groans and lets loose a spray of cum that covers Natasha's face.
Natasha Henson Whipped
Oh, that was good. I think my boy will enjoy this slut. I want to buy her. But only after she’s been flogged by Mistress Mikayla. I can do that, right? Buy her, but have her whipped to an inch of her life? Here’s my card. I know you normally take cash, but I don’t have a grand in cash on me.
Of course, we can take your card, we’re a modern business. We just like to keep the government guessing as to how much we sell sluts for, and how many. It’s a tax thing. She’s you or your boy’s now. We can have the slave whipped as part of the show. Mistress Mikayla, if you would, please.
Mistress Mikayla steps on to the stage to wild applause. She strikes a pose, then brings her whip on to Natasha's back. The blonde screams in pain.
That’s one bitch! Do you want her gagged, Eric?
No, I don’t think so. Give her a hundred. Stop and wake her up if she passes out.
The hapless blonde is flogged, with the audience counting out the strokes as they are applied. Once one hundred is reached, the crowd erupts in a standing ovation and cheers. She is taken down and given to Eric, who takes her back to his seat, with her barely able to walk.
Give me another hand job while they do the next girl.
Yes, master Eric.
Alexandra Simpson
And now for the next event, allow me to introduce Alexandra Simpson. She’s completely useless, less than twenty in all her holes, hadn’t done any ladies in her life, and has a dismal score of eight at hand jobs. That’s a low enough of a jacking rate for killing her all by itself. She can’t fuck or suck, never mind take it up the ass. We are doing the world a favor by killing her today. Saved some rich old man some trouble, when he married her because of her tits, then finds out she’s useless in the bedroom. She must have thought she could get by on her big tits alone. Not on my watch! Anyway, we have something special in mind for Alexandra. Mistress, she’s all yours.
Thank you, Mr. Wilkinson. What’ I’m going to do is put her in pipe bondage. Then run some wires to her feet for a little electromagnetic therapy. While I’m shocking her, two blunt steel cored dildos are going to rise into her cunt and her ass, powered by a twenty thousand pound hydraulic piston. Her flesh doesn’t stand a chance against them. It’s gonna be a race to see which kills her first, the electricity, or the dildos. Doesn’t really matter, she’s gonna die in extreme pain. And yeah, when Leslie said she hadn’t done any ladies, I had to find out. Not often I get a virgin slut tongue. And, like most virgins, she didn’t know what she was doing, so not even a lesbian like me would want her. So, I’m a little miffed at her. Let’s get going! Can I get a couple of volunteers to hold her while I crank the pipes down on her? OK, you and you.
The two men selected come up on the stage.
OK, spread her legs and put them over these pipes. That may be more than she wants to spread, but that’s part of the fun.
Alexandra screams as her legs are yanked open.
No, can’t have that. Just want muffled moans from this slut. I have delicate ears. Let me fix her up.
Mistress Mikayla gags her with a spider gag, then secures her legs with the top pipes, cranking them down so they are crushing the hapless blonde's legs. She then pipes clamps Alexandra's tits, and puts a band over her eyes. After insuring that the slut was secure, she attaches an electrical wire to her bit toe on each leg. The hydraulic dildos are put into her vagina and anus.
With her mouth being held open by a spider gag, I’d invite someone to face fuck her while I torture her in various ways, but not tonight, not unless you want your cock given a shock when you bottom out in her throat. Anybody into that? No, well, some days we get someone who is. Takes all kinds. Any way, with the electrical path being from the end of one leg to the other, it’s gonna take a lot of current to reach her heart. That means she gonna take a lot of juice. I’m gonna be nice to her, sort of, I’m gonna set the dildos on vibrate. She may come as she goes.
OK, let’s start with setting one. That should not kill her, in fact, she might not notice at all. Let’s move the dildos up three inches. She might enjoy that.
Alexandra screams and attempts to jerk free
Well, I guess she did feel that. The setting goes to six. Let’s see setting two and move the dildos up six inches.
Alexandra screams even louder, and her jerking appears to have broken one of her legs on the pipes.
Well, she seems to have hurt herself.
Alexandra moans, trying to plead with the sadistic mistress through her spider gag, but failing.
And level three. This might be getting into the lethal ranges. And let’s really stretch her out with the dildoes, let’s go eighteen inches. That’s more than she’s taken before, I’m sure, unless she’s a size queen and her scores says she’s unlikely to be that.
Alexandra does full-body jerks, and seems incapable of doing more than just loudly moaning, her vocal cords seemingly screamed out. Mistress Mikayla holds the button down longer than she did for the other levels. Blood drips out, in time with her heart beat, from her cunt and ass.
Well, that didn’t seem to kill her. Let’s try level four and the full extent of the dildoes, two feet.
Alexandra jerks with such violence that it appears she broke her ribs on the pipes holding her chest and tits. The hapless blonde, after a few moments, stops moving, but is still bleeding from her abused cunt and ass.
I might have killed her with that. Nevertheless, let’s try level five.
The tortured blonde wakes up, and does one full jerk, then drops back down, her moaning suddenly silent. The blood flow seems to have stopped pulsing with her heart beat.
Hmm. Let’s try level six and see if that does anything. Can’t raise the dildos up anymore. more the pity.
Alexandra does not move as the max level shock is applied.
Neil, go and see if she’s dead.
Neil comes up to the blonde and places a stethoscope on her chest.
No heart beat, no lung sounds. If she’s not brain-dead now, she will be in a few minutes. And the bleeding is just oozing, not actively draining out.
Well, we’ll leave her to die in peace if that is what needs to happen.
Renee Poole, Fucked in the Ass
Let’s move on to the next girl. Renee Poole. Her father says that when she was being whored out, she preferred to be fucked in the ass. We are going to restrain her so that her chocolate starfish will be readily accessible. If you have a blue STD clean card, you are invited to come up and fuck this slag in the ass. Let her go out in the way she liked. Form a line behind her. Let me tell you there are three more whores to fuck and then kill, so only come up if anal is really your thing.
Four men come up on the stage and form a line. As the first man enters her, she lets out an ear-piercing scream.
Can’t have that. Wait a moment while I stop that.
Mistress Mikayla places a harness around Renee's head and shoves a ball gag into her mouth, silencing the teen.
Much better, carry on.
The man begins to pump, causing Renee's ass to bleed, which acts as a lubricant.
Damn she’s tight! Are you sure she takes it up the ass?
That’s what I was told.
After a few minutes, the man arches his back
Take that you ass slut! I’m cumming in your little teen ass!
The other three men take their way with Renee. By the fourth, she is slumping forward in her bondage, seemingly unconscious.
Can’t have you passing out. Let me give you a taste of the whip.
The teen jerks back to conciseness, as the whip strikes her.
Ok, question for the mob, do we kill her now, or do we wait and do all four at once, after they have a chance to recover from, let’s be honest here, their gang rape?
The crowd seems to indicate that they want them all together.
Lynda Being Throat Fucked
OK then, on to her sister, Lynda. Lynda was noted for her oral skills. For those of you that like plundering the depth of a teen’s throat, show your card and come up on stage, form a line. I’ve taken the liberty of securing her mouth with a large enough ring gag, so there should be no danger of any bitting.
Nine men come up on the stage and from a line in front of the restrained teen.
Oh, God, her throat is so warm and wet. I can ram my cock all the way down. Oh, yeah, do that swallow thing with your throat. Damn she’s good. Way better than my wife.
Let me warn you all that you will be charged her full value if you kill her on your cock, let her take a breath every so often.
After about five minutes of brutal face fucking, the first man plunges deep in to her throat and lets out a howl of victory.
OK, I’m done with the slut, next?
I repeat my warning, if you choke her to death, gentlemen, you will be charge her full value. Please be careful, gentlemen.
The other eight men in the line step forward one at a time and face rape Lynda. She passes out a few times, but is forced awake by smelling salts each time.
Eloise Spread Her Legs
Her sister, Eloise, is just a normal fuck, but her father says that she spreads her legs farther than any whore or free use slut he’s seen. We are taking advantage of that in her bondage. Please try not to break her pelvis as you fuck her. Please show your card and form a line. There will be one more girl tonight, and she’s just normal fucking. Well, restrained normal fucking.
Eloise is restrained with her legs at 180 degrees with her arms tied over a pole and secured over her back. The first of twelve men enter her wide open cunt with only a little spit as lube.
Damn, she’s fucking back, as much as she can anyway. And she’s getting wet. I think she’s getting off on this. Oh God, she’s clamping down on my dick. Damn, not sure how long I’m gonna last.
After a very few minutes, the man slams in deep.
I’m cumming in your little whore pussy!
The remaining men continue to pull a train on Eloise, with her moaning constantly, seemingly in pleasure.
Well, that was a bit disappointing. They aren’t supposed to like being gang raped. Oh, well, a whore is a whore.
Please don’t stop. Fuck me like the whore I am. Please, someone fuck me.
Well, that tells me how she’s getting killed.
Deanna, just a sort of normal fuck
Anyway, moving on to the last sister, Deanna. Her father says she’s just a normal fuck, nothing special. So we are letting her be gang raped in the least amount of bondage of the girls. We are blocking her vision with a holed board, which also keeps her arms out of the way, and have her legs kept spread open, but not to the level that Eloise was. Those of you that haven’t fucked one of the girls yet, and have the desire to, plus have a valid blue card, please come up and form an orderly line. She is the last rape victim of the day, so if you want to get in on the gang rapes, this is your last chance.
A total of twenty men form a line.
Leslie, do we have time for this or are we going to go over time?
The Torture Channel has given us until one in the morning, live and reruns, so we have all the time in the world to rape and kill these girls.
Excellent, gentlemen, start your engines.
Damn, she’s already wet. She must have gotten off on watching her sister’s rapes. She’s wet, but she’s tight. Real tight for a whore.
Mr. Poole interjects:
Well, she was the least used of the four. The other’s offered more options. Well, Jody and Lisa were used less, but they were uglier than sin. I understand they were butchered for their meat when they got here.
Oh, that explains it. Still, she’s a pretty good fuck, maybe not the best I’ve had, but I’ve had some Vegas sex slaves, so my expectations are pretty high.
No, she’s not a trained sex slave, just your normal river rat whore.
Damn, may need to go to whore central on the Westside more often, is she’s anything like the others.
Don’t know about the others, I know that there are about ten, fifteen, that are there most of the time, they must be pretty good to get repeat customers.
While this conversation was going on, the lead of the train continued to jack hammer Deanna, taking several minutes before he howled in pleasure and came in the teen's cunt. The next man in the train lasted even less time, but due to the number of men in the train, it took over an hour to finish.
Eloise and Deanna in the Dildo’s of Death
Well, I know how Deanna and Eloise are being killed. Like Alexandra, they will have a vibrating hydraulic dildo in their cunts. Unlike Alexandra, they will not be wired up. And their dildoes have a full three-foot length. That’s almost enough to spit them cunt to mouth. They will be side by side and killed at the same time. A sensor will determine when their heart stops. You may bet on which girl dies first. The dildos have a vibrating steel core, and they are being powered by a ten thousand pound hydraulic press. Their flesh stands no chance of stopping them. I’ve set them for an inch a minute. That means they will probably like the first ten minutes or so, then they will become in more and more pain, until it destroys internal organs, and they die from shock or blood loss.
The sadistic mistress turns on the pump powering the hydraulic system for the dildos, and they slowly start to rise. Eloise lets out a moan of pure pleasure, but is nonvocal. Deanna isn't so quiet.
OH, GOD! PLEASE MORE, I’M GONNA CUM!
Seems like they both like it. Let see how they like it when it breaks into their uterus and then beyond.
As the rubber and steel cocks continue to enter the teens, both of them become louder and louder, moaning in pleasure, if somewhat nonvocal about it. Then after 12 minutes, with the dildo reaching the end of their vaginas, their cries start to have an edge of pain. A few minutes more and they are definitely crying in pain. The hard cocks continue their unstoppable advance into the doomed teens' body cavity. Blood is starting to pour from their vaginas. At twenty minutes, Eloise goes silent and slumps over.
Well, her heart hasn’t stopped yet, but Eloise seems to have reached her limit.
A few minutes more and Deanna lets out a blood-curdling scream and falls forward.
Well, it’s a race to see which one gets their heart crushed first.
Two minutes later and Eloise's monitor goes off. A minute later, Deanna's followed suite.
Well, they are both deader than a doorknob now. Those that bet on Deanna living longer, collect your winnings.
Lynda rides the wooden pony
For Lynda, we have a classic Spanish inquisition era thing in mind, but with a modern twist. This is a new thing here at We Be Slaves, she’s gonna be our first victim on it. She’s gonna ride a wooden pony, but the modern twist is that she’s on a steel cock, that is wired to a shock box set on level six. It will go off when she drops two inches. That could be in five minutes, it might be tomorrow. I hope it happens in time for use to execute her sister during the televised show. The pole you see under her armpit will not save her, it will slide down with her. It’s only there to keep her arms in a stress position. I’m gagging her because I suspect she’s gonna be loud, and I have delicate ears.
The doomed teen whimpers, clearly audible through her gag, as she drops farther down on the torturous device for a few minutes.
Looks like she slid about an inch now. That’s gonna ruin her pussy, if she every needed to use it again. Let’s see how long it takes her to go the second inch.
Lynda continues to slid down on to the cruel wood wedge. After about five minutes, she jerks hard, lets loose a scream, then continues to jerk for several seconds, finally slumping over, as much as she can. A smell of burning flesh fills the room.
Well, looks like she only made it seven minutes. That’s a shame. Next time I’ll set it go gradually increase and leave the fatal level for, say, five inches. Live and learn. That’s why we have practice slaves.
Renee on the Electric Chair
For the last sister, Renee, we are falling back on a tried and trusted mean of killing someone. For years, states have used this very method for murders and other people that committed capital crimes. That’s right, Renee goes in a classic electric chair. The difference here and what the states did, is that we are going to start slow and gradually increase the current and voltage until they reach the fatal level. Last time we used this, the skank lasted ten minutes. I think I can make Renee last longer. We’re also not using the cranial helmet, just the neck, arms, and tits. That should slow down the execution.
Renee is freed from her bondage and brought to the electric chair. As she gets close, she breaks free and attempts to run. With practice skill, Neil pulls a stun gun from his belt and applies it to the fleeing teen, who collapses. She then dragged to the chair and strapped in.
Well, I would tell her that doing that will worsen it for her, but really there isn’t much else we can do and keep the same concept. I might give her twenty lashes on her tits. I think I’ll do that. Everybody keep count!
With that, the whip — wielding mistress starts to strike the restrained teen's breasts, aiming for her nipples. The crowd keeps the count loudly. At the completion of the whipping, Mistress Mikayla moves to the control panel and sets the device on one.
Oh, this one goes to eleven! Someone watches the classics. Anyway, let’s see what one does. I think I’m gonna pulse the zaps, keep each one on for twenty seconds or so, unless she is still alive at eleven, in which case I’ll just leave it on.
Mistress Mikayla presses the active button, but does not engage the latch. Renee jerks slightly and takes a deep breath.
I don’t think she really felt that one. Let’s see how she deals with two.
Renee jerks harder and her breathing becomes rapid. Her eyes danced around, as if she was looking for a way out.
OK, Three.
Renee jerks hard in the chair, with her restrained arms trying to recoil to her body.
Hmm. On to four.
Renee jumps in the chair and begins to thrash her head around. A faint smell of burning flesh fills the room.
OK, getting somewhere, level five it is. As I recall, that’s where Camila died. Here goes.
Renee violently jerks coming off the chair, despite the restraints on her feet. She takes one deep breath, then starts to shake until the 30 seconds have passed, and the voltage is removed.
I suspect that five or six is the fatal level for young girls. Next week we find out what it is for MILFs. That’s right, no teen skanks, just grade A college girls and MILFs next week. Seem that a lot of the ones that we saved from being meat were all looks, no skills. Can’t have any grade A no skill women using up the oxygen we all need, so we are having a special show next week. Tune in, or better yet, come on down and watch it in person. There will be some MILF busting, even if they aren’t any good at it. Anyway, here is level six.
Renee jerks for about ten seconds, then falls still, with only muscle twitches as the voltage pulses through her.
OK, That seems to be it for her, Neil, check her out.
No heartbeat, no breathing, seems not to respond to pain stimulus. She’s dead.
OK, that the show for this week. Please remember next week’s a special!
