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School Project: Marly Anders – Girl to Sex pillow.

“Mr. and Mrs. Anders, my name is Nancy Campbell. I’m a social worker for Eastlake School district and I’m here to talk to you about your daughter, Marly Anders. Is she currently in the house?”

“No, she’s out on a date. Should be home at 10:00, but I’ll lay long odds she will more likely be back around midnight.”

“Well, that’s good because I’m here to talk about the status change you and your wife requested for her and I would rather she not hear this. I see that yesterday you, Mrs. Anders, changed Marly’s status from the default status to ‘Should snuff’. This is a bit of a problem as Marly has been a model student and has no demerits at this time. This makes her status change some what academic as she doesn’t seem to be doing any thing that will generate demerits, much less five of them. She has high grades, not perfect but well above the minimum needed to avoid academic demerits and she obeys orders by staff willingly and quickly, including, if I read her report correctly, orders of a sexual or fetish nature.”

“Sexual or fetish? What do you mean by that?”

“I strongly suspect that she has given oral sex to one or more teachers, and was ball gagged plus put in bondage at least twice, based on the reports given. These were voluntary acts, not act done to work off demerits.”

“Well all that aside, Ms. Campbell, we really want her to be converted and, if need be, snuffed, by the school. She may be a model student, and it sounds like she has been more than that to some teachers, but she is far from being a model daughter. She talks back to my wife, and is, well, snippy even with me. She disobeys rules we have established for her, doesn’t do any chores given too her until she is asked three or fours times, doesn’t come home when we tell her to be home and is generally a royal pain. The reason we aren’t converting her ourselves is a bit of a family problem. My father-in-law really dotes on Marly and would most likely, well, cut my wife out of his will if we were to convert her publicly. When we read about the various status that the school had it seemed like a dream come true and a solution to our problems with her. But if what you are saying is true, we are back to square one. And to be honest it’s getting bad enough with her that we might just bit the bullet and convert her and worry about the will later.”

“There may be way around this problem. If you will pull her bus pass and make her walk to school it’s highly likely that she will be late enough times to trigger a 5 demerits conversion, or at least generate a couple of demerits. Demerits have a tendency to snowball, so just having a couple will lead to have more and more, as the staff and faculty smell blood in the water, so to speak.”

“That sounds like a fine fix for our problems.”

“There is one other issue I would like to address with you about her. Normally, with her current status, assuming either a conversion request by you, or the event of her generating 5 demerits, she would be converted Thursday night and if not sold during the Friday school slave sale, snuffed. This, I assume is what you want for her at this time.”

“Pretty much, yes, that is what we want. Ideally with out there being any fingerprints of ours on her conversion.”

“In that case, I have a 2nd option that I would like to get your approval on. We have three classes that deal with slaves as part of their studies, the Mistress in Training class, the Modern Home Economics class and the Butcher Training class. With your permission I’d like to have Marly act as, well a training dummy for those classes. The Mittens will hunt her down and effect a capture, the Home Economics class will do two things to her, one being the removal of her arms and legs and the second being fitting her into a sex pillow. After she is converted to what amounts to a sex toy we will sell to the highest bidder. The Butchers in training will simply render her removed legs and arms into steaks and chops, which depending on how well they do, will be either sold or used in the school lunch system. If you don’t want her to be made into a sex toy, I understand, but the amount of money you will receive is much higher if she is sold as a sex toy and as meat than if she is just snuffed and her body sold to an alternate meat store. Much higher, by an order of 2 or 3 times higher, depending on what the market is doing with sex pillows. Right now they are fairly popular, which is why we are giving classes in making them in our ‘Modern Home Economics’ classes. And to be honest, most of her value as meat in in the legs and arms any way, as she isn’t, well, fat enough for doing a real whole body roast. Granted she would do well as a “Grade A” or even maybe as a “Prime” roast, that is more based on a fetish of converting a hot chick into meat. It’s not nearly as profitable if she is already snuffed. This course of action will have the effect of her not being snuffed, but I can tell you that what is left of her will have a very unpleasant and quite possibly short life. I don’t know how tightly you are tied to the ‘snuffed by the school’ aspect or if having her being sold as sex toy would work for you as well as having her snuffed.”

“So, let me get this straight here. You are offering to make our eldest daughter into a sex toy, instead of being snuffed, and have her be used as a training tool for 3 of your classes, and we will receive more money that way than if you just snuff her. Do I have that more or less correct?”

“Yes, you have it in a nutshell. I understand this might not fit with in your plans for Marly, but it might make for a better outcome all around.”

“How much of her sale money would we receive?”

“The standard percentage, which is to say 50%. Sex toy pillow are currently selling for about 700 to 800, and her meat would be another 75 to 100, depending, of course, on the trainee butchers doing a job good enough to sell. There is a possible downside in that if she dies during the conversion to sex toy, you would only get a fraction of her normal meat value.”

“Let’s go with your training dummy option, when and if she is converted. Sounds like that is a better use for her than just being girl meat.”

“I’m fairly sure that she will be a sex toy with in a few weeks”

“I’m sorry Ms. Anders but you are late, so I’m issuing you a demerit.”

“But for some reason my bus passed stopped working and I had to walk to school! That can’t count as a demerit! I had a reason to be late!”

“Do you have a note from either a doctor or your parents giving a good reason as to why you were tardy this morning? If not, then, I’m sorry it’s a tardy and you get a demerit. I strongly suggest you make it to school on time to avoid getting any more.”

< After school in Wilbur Rikkers’ class room>

“Please Mr. Rikkers you have to let me work off a demerit. I’ve never got one before and I don’t want any on my record.”

“Well, Tara Greenleaf just blew me, so I really don’t want just a blow job. How do you feel about getting a little corporal punishment to work off your demerit? 10 strokes with a rattan cane will count as one merit action.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never even been spanked before.”

“Well, if it was something you liked it wouldn’t be a merit action now would it be?”

“I guess not”

“OK, strip down so I can cane you.”

“What? I thought that spanking at school were done with the skirt on!”

“Spankings, yes, but this is a caning. If you want a spanking instead it’s 40 swats to equal a merit action. I’ve got a paddle, which do you want? 40 swats with the paddle over you skirt or 10 strokes with the cane on your naked flesh?”

“I’ll go with the cane strokes”

“OK, strip down then. Count them out as you take them. OK?”

SMACK

“AHHHHH ONE!”

“Say Thank you sir after each number. Forget to do that and I’ll start over”

“Thank you sir!”

[Mr. Rikkers administers 9 more strokes with the rattan cane]

“AHHHHH ten! Thank you sir!”

“It was my pleasure, Ms. Anders, it was my pleasure.”

“Why are you late getting home today, young lady? And why are you walking funny?”

“Well, something went wrong with my bus pass this morning so I had to walk to school, so I was late, so I got a demerit, which I had to work off. Mr. Rikkers hit me ten times with a rattan cane to work it off. I would have just blown him, but that bitch Tara Greenleaf beat me to it, so I had to take corporal punishment to work it off.”

“Well, I hope you learned your lesson and will not be late for school again.”

“I did, mom. I did.”

“Ms. Anders, I don’t care why you were late, just that you were late. This is two days in row now, with the same ‘I couldn’t ride the bus’ reason. Really? If you know you can’t ride the bus, just leave early”

“Please Ms. Arden, is there any thing I can do to work off a demerit?”

“Well, Marly, yes, there is. I’m going to gag you and hog tie you. You will stay that way until the end of 4th hour. I’m going to keep you up front on the table so the whole class can see you. Please strip and put this ball gag in your mouth.”

“Isn’t there any thing else I could do? I don’t really want to be naked in front of the whole class.”

“Well that depends, have you every licked your girlfriend’s pussy until she came?”

“No. I’ve never done any thing like that.”

“Well, I can tell you that I’m not going to be your first experience with ladies. Now strip down and let me gag you.”

[Marly spends the whole of lunch time and her 4th hour as a bondage subject. As expected her classmates were amused by her predicament]

“Well young lady, you aren’t walking funny so you must not have gotten another demerit.”

“Actually I did. I had to spend lunch hour and 4th hour tied up like I was a Thanksgiving turkey and ball gagged.”

“Well that sound better than getting caned, at least to me. It’s not like it’s the first time you have been ball gagged or any thing.”

“Yeah, but the times before were not in front of whole classroom full of kids I know. I was embarrassed beyond embarrassed. Did you find out what’s wrong with my bus pass? I’m not risking having another day of getting a demerit and having to work it off. If you don’t know for sure that the pass is working I’m leaving early for school.”

“You do what ever it is you need to do to get to school on time.”

“It’s raining! Damn it I don’t want to walk to schools in the rain, where is an umbrella? Damn it!”

“Ms. Anders, you look like something the cat brought in. Are you not aware that you must keep a neat and orderly appearance eat all time? Plus it looks like your skirt is a bit long. Kneel down so I can measure it. As I though, it’s a full half an inch to long. I am giving you two demerits this morning and direct you to make yourself presentable.”

“Mr. Bruggeman, please let me work off a pair of demerits. I got two this morning and I really don’t want to last until next week”

[The math teacher looks at Marly’s school record and see that her status is ‘Should Snuff’ so he know to use the term ‘merit action’, not merit.]

“Well, I’m not sure about two demerits, but I’m sure you can get at least one merit action done this after noon, take off your top and get on your knees and blow me. And I’ll fuck you first thing Monday morning to for your second merit action.”

“Thank you sir. ”

[Marly gets down on her knees and takes out Mr. Bruggeman’s cock. She licks the head, then takes it deep into her mouth. After bobbing up and down a few times, she takes a deep breath then takes the math teacher’s cock in all the way into her throat. She holds it there, and swallows a few times to gently massage his dick. She comes back up and licks the head. She repeats the the deep throat action 3 or 4 times until he grabs her by her ears and starts to wildly face fuck the hapless teen. After a minute of savage thrusting he pulls out his cock from her mouth and sprays a load of hot cum over her tits and face]

“Thank you for that. Let me log your merit action to your school record. Don’t forget to come to school early Monday. Also, don’t forget there will be a quiz Monday, be ready to work on calculating square roots by hand.”

“Have a good day at school today? And care to explain why you are 45 minutes late?”

“Well, I got 2 demerits this morning because the rain made me look like I was not ‘Neat and Orderly’, and my skirt was too long by half an inch. I gave a blow job to Mr. Bruggeman to work off the 1st demerit and I’m going to let Mr. Bruggeman fuck me Monday to work off the 2nd demerit. ”

“Mom, Dad I’m leaving for school.”

“Nude? Why? What has gotten into you?”

“Well, if my one of my shortest skirts is too long, I’m not risking getting another demerit”.

“Well, OK then. If you really think being naked in school will help, you do that.”

“Yeah, I think it will help. Seems like there are a lot of girls going to school nude now. There has got to be a reason for it. Not wearing anything means that you can’t get a demerit for a clothing violation and it’s easier to keep a ‘Neat and Orderly’ appearance when you are nude. I shaved last night so that not an issue.”

“Sounds like you are trying to justify going nude. If you don’t want to go nude, don’t, but you do you”

[Mrs. Anders calls the school]

“Hello, my name is Mabel Anders and I’m calling about my daughter Marly Anders.”

“Let me bring up her file on the system. OK I have it up, what can I do for you? I see that last week you changed her status from default to ‘Should Snuff’, is this in reference to that change? Or is this in reference to the fact that she arrived in school nude today?”

“No, it’s not about the being nude, if she wants to be nude in school, she can be nude, but about her status, in a manner of speaking yes. Marly has told me that she has gotten 4 demerits but has worked 3 of them off and is going to work off the 4th this morning. This doesn’t fit with the schedule that Ms. Campbell gave us. ”

“Well, I see she has 3 merit actions, but hasn’t earned a full merit as yet.”

“Care to explain that?”

“Female students that have their status changed to ‘Should Snuff’ only early one fifth of a merit for each merit action. So right now she only had 60% of a merit, and if what you say is correct, she will still only have 80% of a merit after she does what ever it is she is doing to get a merit action. I assume she doesn’t know about her status change yet so she thinks that she is getting a full merit for each action.”

“Ah, yes, I see. No, she doesn’t know that we changed her status, and I’d would rather her not know.”

“Well there is a problem with that. We are legally required to inform students of their current status once a week. We normally do this each Monday morning, in home room. So she will know then. As far her merit actions goes, we post those standing to the school web site every Wednesday night around midnight. If she checks her standing she will see that she has less than one merit, but 3 or 4 merit actions and what ever her then current demerit total is. I know that at least 3 of her teachers know that she is in should snuff status, because they have made entries into her file after the change in status. Also, unofficially girls with Should Snuff status get more demerits than other girls. Officially that doesn’t happen but in reality it does.”

“I see. Is there any way you can not tell her of her status?”

“Oh, I just noticed, her math teacher, Mr. Bruggeman, just registered a merit action. That brings her up to 4 merit actions, but not yet a full merit. To answer your question, yes there is way, but it requires you to revert her to default status, in the next 15 minutes, risking her earning a full merit, and then, say around 9:30 calling back in to change her status back to ‘Should Snuff’. You would need to do that every Monday morning until she gains 5 demerits and is converted by action of the board on a Thursday evening.”

“Well, I guess we will have to do that. Please change her status to the default status”

[The school secretary makes a few adjustments to Marly’s record]

“OK, I’ve done that. Let me remind you that home room isn’t over until 9:15, and when the status is read out is up to the teacher in the class, so don’t call until after that time”

“Thank you and you will hear from me soon.”

“Hello, my name is Mabel Anders and I’m calling about my daughter Marly Anders. I’d like to change her status to ‘Should Snuff’ from the default status.”

“Yes Mrs Anders I would be glad to help you with this.”

[Two girls look over the hall way and see Marly nude and talking to a teacher]

“Let’s bump into Marly and make her fall on to Ms. Cyrus so she gets a demerit. I don’t like her coming to school nude. I saw my boy toy looking at her like she was piece of pie, and you know how he feels about pie. I’m not losing him to some slut that decided to go nude in school.”

“OK, but wait until she starts to walk away and trip her, so it’s not obvious you did it. Wouldn’t want you to get a demerit.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m a mitten, so only Mr. West can give me a demerit, and he’s not going to for an accident in the hall way, well he might if he saw it, but if he does I’ll just take a 10 stroke caning to work it off.”

“I think you want to get caned”

“Maybe, maybe not…”

[The girls move towards Marly. One gets close and shoves Marly into Ms. Cyrus, causing the teacher to drop her class record book that she was holding.]

“Marly Anders! There is no excuse for that!”

“But I was shoved, I didn’t just bump into you”

“OK, who shoved you”

“I don’t know is was from behind!”

“I’m giving you a demerit. Come back after school if you want to earn a merit action!”

“OK, we are going to watch a film on the life cycle of the common American Toad. Please pay close attention as details from this film will be on the quiz next week.”

[One of the few male students in the room, Joel Creekmore, leans over and whispers in his girl friend’s ear.]

“Don’t get mad, but I’m going to make that bitch Marly make a lot of noise…”

“And how are you going to do that? And why would I get mad?”

“I’m going to finger bang the bitch until she cums. Ms. Renshaw will probably give her a demerit for interrupting the film. Take notes for me, so I don’t miss any thing for the quiz.”

“OK, but keep your dick out of that slut. I’m only letting you do this because I want her to get a demerit”

“I’m not going to fuck her, just finger her until she cums. I’ve heard she is a screamer.”

“Oh yeah, from who?”

“Carlos Driggs went to see Mr. Bruggeman about some sort of class shit, but the door was locked, and he heard the Bruggeman fucking some one, and who ever it was very vocal about it. He hid behind a row of lockers and Miss High and Mighty Marly came out of the classroom. He had to go to home room right then, but he didn’t see any one else in the room, so either she is a screamer or she was watching one. I want to find out. Plus she’s freaking nude. That’s like asking to get finger banged or worse. I’m surprised that no one has done it yet today.”

“OK, just be careful that you don’t get caught”

[The Joel sits down in the empty seat next to Marly and spends a few minutes watching ‘The life cycle of the American Toad (Anaxyrus americanus)’. Once the film is well under way, he reaches over and pushes a finger into Marly’s exposed cunt. She pushes his hand away, but he pushes back and puts 2 fingers into the teen’s pussy, while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Marly pulls his hand away, but he returns as soon as she lets go of his hand. The young teen rolls her head back and doesn’t push his hand away the 3rd time. He keeps up the action for several minutes when suddenly her cunt spasms around his fingers and she lets out a howl of pleasure. Joel removes his hand and returns to his normal chair and sits up straight in it.]

[Ms. Renshaw stops the film and turns on the lights.]

“Who did that?”

[Several of the students in the class point at Marly.]

“She did Ms. Renshaw, it was her, Marly”

“Marly, care to explain?”

“Some one fingered me!”

“Oh, who? There doesn’t seem to be any one close enough to do that. So you expect me to believe that the invisible man had his way with you? I’m putting you down for a demerit. Now class, you have had enough, back to the toads.”

“Ms. Renshaw, please don’t give me a demerit. I’ve got to work one off this after noon, and I would not have time work off yours.”

“You should have thought about that before you fingered your self to a noisy orgasm.”

“I didn’t some one else did that”

“And you just let them…”

“I tried to push them away, but they just kept coming back…”

“You should have pushed harder. I’m giving you the demerit. See me in the morning if you want to work it off.”

“OK Marly, ready to earn a merit action?”

“Yes Ms. Cyrus.”

“OK knee on your hands an knees on that pillow. I’m going to give you a dozen strokes across the back with this leather strap. Are you ready for this?”

“Yes Ms. Cyrus”

“OK count out the strokes as I give them to you”

[Marly assumes the position.]

SMACK

“One Ms Cyrus”

SMACK

“Two Ms Cyrus”

SMACK

“Three Ms Cyrus”

[Ms Cyrus picks up the speed of the flogging. She lands the strokes on the hapless teen’s back as soon as Marly calls out the number of the previous stroke. In less than 2 minutes she has completed the series of 12 brutal strokes on Marly’s exposed back and ass]

“Thank you Ms. Cyrus, may I leave now?”

“You may, Please learn to be more careful in the hallways.”

“How was school today? And what that on your back?”

“It was horrible. Some one bumped into me making me hit Ms. Cyrus and she dropped her grade-book and gave me a demerit. Then some one played with me during the dumb film about toads and when I made a noise Ms. Renshaw gave me another demerit. I’m just glad I worked them all off, other than the one that Ms. Renshaw gave me and she said I could work it off in the morning.

“You didn’t explain about your back”

“Oh, Ms. Cyrus flogged me with a leather strap.”

“I’m hear to work off my demerit Ms. Renshaw.”

“OK, take this stack of tests and run them through the Scantron machine and record the scores in the grade book. After that, clean the book cases and put the books in order. Once you have done that I’ll credit you with a merit action.”

“OK our next and last case tonight is pretty much open and shut. We have a student at Tesla Preparatory, Marly Anders, who has earned 6 demerits this week and only had one merit to cancel them out. Actually it looks like she has 6 merit actions, but her status, other is ‘Should Snuff’ so the 6 actions only count as one and a 1/5 merits, so she is at 5 demerits effective tonight. I see that she has a ‘use for training’ flag set in her records. I move that Ms. Anders be converted and use for training by the school. Any disagreements? No. Please note that Marly Anders has been converted to slave status effective this night. Any other business? No, OK, it’s time to leave folks, see you next week.”

“OK girls, today you are going to get to practice doing a public capture of a school policy conversion. Your target is Marly Anders, a student here at Tesla Prep. Due to the fact that you don’t have a slaver’s warrant and have not yet passed this class, you can’t use a police grade taser, so each of you will be given a civilian model taser. The important difference is that the range is only 15 feet, not 35 feet like on a police grade taser. Also if you use the taser in ranged mode you will need to pay for the cost of the cartridge. The are about $40 each, so make sure you really need to use it before you fire it. If you can close with Marly, you can use the handheld feature to take her down, and all that does is use battery juice, which can be recharged. You have until the end of the 2nd lunch period to effect a capture of her. This is a group project and will be graded pass/fail. If you get her before lunch is over, you all pass, if you don’t you all fail. It’s this weeks test, so you might want to pay some attention to getting her. Any questions? No? OK you may begin your hunt as soon as the tardy bell rings.”

“I’m going to go change into ‘normal’ clothes, not Mitten wear, as so I can sneak up on her. I suggest the rest of you might want to do that as well.”

“That’s a good idea Krista, for you, but I’m going to stay in my Mistress garb so as to strike fear into her heart.”

“Lisa, you couldn’t strike fear in the heart of a baby chick, much less a student here. Speaking of being a student, does any one have a class with Miss Marly Anders? Ideally one for before lunch, so we know where to find her? No, Damn. OK Lisa, keep wearing your Mitten wear and go talk to the office about what her schedule is like so we know where to find her. Once we have that in hand we can make our plans. I mean there are 6 of us in this hunt, we should be able to take down a single slave with out much trouble, assuming we find out were she is.”

“I need to check the schedule of a student, it’s for a class project.”

“Any you are? And why aren’t you in class right now? Let me see your pass. We don’t normally give out that information to any one that just wanders by you know, even if it is for a class project.”

“I’m Lisa Sullivan and I’m a Mistress in Training and this is part of our weekly test. All I need to know is what her 1st and 2nd hour classes are. We are supposed to capture her and take her to the Mistress Training room. I’ve got my hall pass from Mr. West, which is good until the end of 2nd lunch period, here it is…”

“I could tell you are a mitten just based on the black mini and the leather wear. Hmm. Seems this is more than a pass, it’s also an excuse to miss classes. Back in my day, you couldn’t get that. Of course we didn’t have Mistress in Training classes then either.”

“Are you going to give me the info or do I have to call Mr. West and tell him that you are hindering a capture? You know that’s a felony in this state…”

“That only applies to people working with a signed order from a warranted slaver. That is one thing I do know about this whole enslaving thing. I know what the papers that give you that right look like and a signed hall pass is not it. But hold your horses, mitten, and give me her name.”

“Marly Anders”

“Marly Anders… Why does that name ring a bell? [checks student record on computer]. Oh, that’s why I changed her status to ‘Should Snuff’ last Monday, then this Monday I changed back to default before home room and then back to ‘Should Snuff’ during 1st hour. Her mother wanted to make sure she didn’t know about the status change. And what do you know, she has got six demerits, but only one merit so the board approved her conversion last night, so she is technically a slave now, she just doesn’t know it. OK, I guess I can give you her schedule. Hmm. She has the training flag set, which would explain why you are getting her information, and were not told by Mr. West where and when you could find her. Looks like she is the next pillow doll, if I were make bet on it. Normally I wouldn’t give you her schedule, but with her current status… well, let’s just say not a full student here any more and the normal rules don’t apply to her. Let me print it off for you.”

“Thank you.”

“OK I’ve got the schedule, she is currently in room 203, that is Mistress Hanson’s room. I don’t think we are going to need to sneak up on her as we can wait out side the door. So y’all might want to put your Mistress garb back on so it is obvious what we are doing is part of Mistress training, not, I don’t know, some sort of gang thing or whatever.”

“Gang thing? You have been watching to much reality TV shows.”

“Well don’t forget that Mrs. Hanson has a Mistress certificate and might take offense to what appears to be a bunch of normal girls capturing one of her students. She is rather serious about that sort of thing. Well, actually she just likes giving out demerits so she can cane girls. And because she is a Mistress, I think she can give us demerits, so it might be a good idea to keep on her good side.”

“Yeah, your are probably right, Girls, lets change back to being Mittens.”

“Assuming she is in class, this is where she is supposed to be. How are we going to do this? Does any one know what she looks like? Lisa, did you get a picture of her from the school records?”

“Ah, no, I don’t think they keep mug shots in the records. Hey, I’ve got an idea, let’s check last years yearbook to get her picture. Let me see if it’s on line. [pulls out mobile phone, goes to school web site] Yeah, I found it. Let me see if I can search it. Damn it. Got to do it the hard way.”

“Well, they are in alphabetical order, so Marly Anders should be on the 1st or 2nd page of the junior class. Can’t be that hard.”

“You ever used the online yearbook? It blows goats and not the way that goats like. Any rate, here she is. Assuming she still has the same hair cut, should be easy to find. Check out those ears. If I had ears like that I wouldn’t use that hair style. Maybe her boy friend likes having handles.”

“Or, you know we could go in and ask the teacher to point her out to us.”

“I don’t think that we can do that, I mean if we had a slaver’s warrant or finished our Mistress course, maybe, but right now, we are just another student as far as the teachers go. And based on how the office clerk treated me, having a signed pass from Mr. West doesn’t mean all that much. That just keeps the hall monitors and staff off our butts, plus, of course, covers our ‘absentee status’ for 1st to 3rd hour classes. Would suck to get demerits for missing a class while taking a test. I don’t feel like risking the ire of a full Mistress, even if we are Mistress Trainees. She tells Mr. West that we need to be punished or even snuffed and I’ll bet he would do it.”

“I don’t know about that. Mr. West doesn’t seem like her very much. But I’ve seen her break a cane over a girls ass, so I would rather avoid the option”

“Well, we need to decide fairly quickly, it’s just a couple of minutes before the class bell rings. Let’s split up, three on each side of the door so we have the best chance of getting her when she comes out.”

“That sounds like a plan. Dora and Becky, you stand over there with Lisa, Joann and Bobbie, you stand here with me. Get your tasers out, but don’t arm them, just use them as a contact stun gun. I don’t want to have to explain to my parents why they have to spend almost fifty bucks for a test I took. They would take that out of my spending money and I’ve got my eye on a killer skirt and blouse combo for graduation day.”

“Oh, look at you Krista, being all tactical and take charge. ”

“Shut up and get in position, we only have a minute or less”

[The class bell rings and the door opens, with students coming out of the classroom into the hall way. After most of the students have left, Marly comes out. She is promptly stunned by 3 tasers. The other students notice and there is some comments made, but most of them recognize that this is something to do with the Mistress class and don’t want to draw attention to themselves and step around the fallen girl. Mistress Hanson notices the action of the mittens, but see that they are in Mistress in Training garb so just smiles a bit and gets ready for the next class.]

“OK Krista, now what? How do we get her back to the Mistress training room? I assume that is what we should do with her. Should have asked Mr. West about that.”

“Well, I’ve got a set of plastic cuffs which we can cuff her with, then just drag her along. Or we could carry her.”

“Or we could get a pole and take her back like a cannibal cartoon…”

“Great idea, Becky, but do you have a pole up your ass? Cause I don’t have one. Dora, you take my cuffs and cuff her then we will just drag her back to the training room. Hey, she starting to wake up, some body zap her again…”

“Very good. You effected a capture in good time, and most importantly, got the right girl. Last year they got the wrong girl on the first pass at capturing one. I’ve got one question for y’all. Who was tactical leader on this op?”

“Ah, well, we didn’t have a leader so much as, well, we sorta just did stuff that Krista said to do.”

“Is that right Krista?”

“Yeah, that is it, more or less.”

It’s a good thing this was/pass fail then. If this was a graded op, not having a tactical leader is grounds for a whole grade level reduction. Keep that in mind for your next op.”

“You mean we are going to have some more ‘ops’ like this”

“Yes, Krista, that’s is what I mean. And you have to learn to work together and make some one in charge. Just food for thought.”

“OK class today is an extended class, taking up 4th, 5th and 6th hour. If you don’t finish the project in time you will be required to stay in this class room until the project is finish as this is not a project you can just stop half way through and pick it up later. Your 5th and 6th hour teachers have already been told that you will be here for the rest of the day, and the normal 5th and 6th hour students for this class have been given study hall for today. Today you are going to learn how to make a sex toy out of a slave, and how to make a body pillow that will hold the toy after she has had her arms and legs removed. So, let me start off with, do any of you have problems with seeing blood or with knives? Tell me now because I don’t want you to pass out in the middle of this conversion. If you do have problems, that’s OK, I’m not going to down grade you, just you will be put on the pillow part of the conversion, not the removal of her arms and legs. OK, you four, go get the pattern for ‘Sex Toy Body Pillow’ from the pattern box and start cutting the cloth for it. Also, does any one have a strong personal relationship with Marly Anders? And I mean a positive relationship, not a negative one. If you do, you will be excused from this class and will receive a ‘Pass’ vs a letter grade for the day. No? No one? OK, let’s get started. The twelve of you not working on the pillow come gather around the big table.”

[Marly is strapped down, with a ball gag in her mouth. She has both leg and arm straps and two body straps holding her in place, as well as a strap going over her head, holding it tightly down]

“OK, you will notice that there has been some ‘Cut here’ lines drawn on her arms and legs. Of course, if you were to do this in real life they would not be there, but this is training, so we have marked where to start making the cuts. Now divide up into teams of three. Once you have done that, each team pick and arm or a leg and move to that side of the table.”

[The students divide up and move to their selected limb]

“OK, one of you take the bone saw, one of you get ready to clamp blood vessels and one of you hold down the limb. When I say ‘start’ you are to start cutting. When a blood vessel is exposed, please clamp it shut so she doesn’t bleed out all over the room. Failure to clamp a vessel will adversely effect your grade. Now this isn’t a race, take your time, but don’t dawdle. We want her limbs removed with as little fuss as possible. OK holders, grab you limb. Hold it close to the cut line, but not so close as to endanger your fingers from the bone saw. I’ve seen a holder get her fingers cut and it’s not pretty. OK clamps, have one ready and the rest with in easy reach. Cutters Once you have cut through most of the limb, stop with the saw and cut the remainder of it with a knife. You want to leave enough skin to make a flap that will cover the exposed stump. Every one ready? OK on your mark, GO!”

[With that the 4 teams start to cut her limbs. The major vessels are cut and clamped, preventing any major blood spray. Marly screams into her ball gag as her limbs are removed. After just a few minutes the cutters hit bone and the real work of removing a limb starts, however they all manage to cut through the bones and finish removing the limbs]

“OK, that’s all good. Now holders, unstrap your limb and put it on this cart, so they can be taken to the butcher’s class so they can make them into steaks, chops and soup bones. Clampers, now is the tricky bit, You are going to need to sew the clamped vessels shut. Once the vessels are sewed shut, you need to pull the skin flap over stump and start doing a whip stitch to close over the wounds. Take turns on doing the stitching. Once you are done, step away from the toy and let me grade your work.”

[The students all begin to do the sewing needed to seal the blood vessels shut and to cover the exposed flesh.]

“OK, let me look at what you have done. OK, left arm team. Some of your stitches are a little wide, but not enough to do over. Let me look at the arm and see how clean the cuts are. Looks to be fairly good. Over all, you get a B+ for your team grade. Right arm team. You have done well. If any thing your stitches are too tight, but that doesn’t really matter. Let me look at your cutting. “OK, there is some ragged edges here. Overall, B+ work. Left leg, let me check your work. Stitches seem to be the right size and shape, cuts seem to be clean. You get an A for your team grade. Right leg. Oh dear. You are going to need to redo part of these stitches. Your bone cuts are a bit ragged. Not enough to be a major issue that would require undoing her flap and re-cutting, but you are getting a C grade. OK, every one grab a cloth and the sterilizing solution and clean the blood off of her and the table. Once you have finished that let’s take her over to the sewing table and get her fitted into the pillow.”

<Friday, the three weeks later>

[At the Tesla Prep weekly slave sale.]

“OK, our next item up for sale is a sex doll modified slave. What is that? Well, she has had her arms and legs removed by students here at Tesla, and has been fitted to a custom pillow. She is easily removed for feeding and sanitation reasons. When in the pillow her body is angled as the perfect angle for deep penetrating strokes of her cunt or ass. This slave comes with the sex pillow, vinyl coverings for the pillow for ease of clean up, a ball gag and a dental gag, and, as a special offer, you will also receive her leg steaks at no extra cost. They were freshly cut from her leg after her legs and arms were removed from her body and have been flash frozen and hermetically sealed . Due to the popularity of this type of slave, we have a reserve price on her of $500. Don’t forget that half of the cost of the slave counts as a charitable deduction on your state and federal taxes as the funds go directly to the school’s general education budget.

Do I hear I hear $500. Yes, do I hear 525? Yes 550? Yes, 600? 650? 700? 750? 800? No, 800 going once, no, I hear 850. Do I hear 900? No? 850 going once, going twice, and Fair Warning… SOLD to paddle number 438. You may collect her, her accessories and meat from the Mistresses in training found to your left.

“Son, while I know you have been asking for a slave pet, we really don’t have the space for one.”

“But Dad, all the other guys have a slave pet, why can’t I have one?”

“Like I said we don’t have the space or facilities to keep a free range slave. We don’t even have a dungeon room. But never fear, I have found a way around the problem. I’ve bought you a pillow slave. Don’t have to worry about her running off or any thing, she doesn’t have arms or legs. She’s in the girls room now. Care to go have a look?”

[Joel Creekmore goes upstairs to the room his 4 sisters share and opens the door. Laying on one of the beds is Marly, now nothing more than a sex toy.]

“Dad, this is Marly Anders, you know the one I told you about a few weeks ago! I wondered what happened to her after that. I though she had been transferred out of the school. She’s screamer. I can’t wait to try her out. Is she staying in here or can I take her to my room and keep her there?”

“Well, son, she’s yours. I’ve even signed her over to you, so she is legally yours, so you can keep her where ever you want to. Of course you also have to feed her and keep her clean, wouldn’t want you to pick up any bad habits about slaves.”

“Can’t I just tell Debbi to clean her up?”

“You can tell your sister to clean her up, but it’s your responsibility to make sure that she is clean.”

“If I tell Debbi to clean her and she doesn’t clean her, can I whip Debbi?”

“Of course! But you still have to keep the slave clean, even if you punish Debbi for not cleaning her, it still falls on you to keep her clean.”

A night shift at Spellbook Slaves

I hate the night shift at Spellbook Slaves. Well, that’s not quite true, I really don’t hate working at Spellbook, just the night shift is my least favorite shift to work. Take last night, as an example.

I got in, just in time, at 11:00 PM (23:00 for you people that use the 24 hour clock). The evening shift dude tossed me the keys and grunted something about “have a great night”.

Just as he left, a nice looking couple came in. She was wearing what had to be mistress garb and he was in a dress coat and slacks. Not what I normally get. I made a mental bet that she was going to take the lead in this interchange.

“May I help you?”

She replied “Yes, we are looking for a blonde, with medium breasts and high scores in oral skills and at least average on anal. Right dear?”

He looked at her, “What ever you say, ‘Mistress Theresa’.” I could here the quote marks around “Mistress Theresa”. And I won the bet with myself. Not sure if that counts as a win, because I also lost the bet.

The man turned to me “Theresa just finished her Mistress class and we thought we would get a new slave to celebrate.”

I typed in the criteria that they had given me and directed them to the screen where the 4 that meet their criteria that we had in stock were displayed. “If you can make a selection I can will bring her up for your approval. They spent several minutes before deciding on Slave 5789-19. She had a date of conversion of only a few days ago. Day shift must due a lot more than night shift if we have had almost 6000 slaves this year. Of course there were several large lots that added a couple of hundred at a time. That still a slave intake of just over 17 and a half a day. “What can you tell us about this slave, like what was her name and how did she become a slave?” Mistress Theresa asked. I brought up her history. “Her name was Michelle Hall, and she was converted by a person of personal contact, a Mr. Edgar Reid. Looks like based of the proof of contact supplied it was a one night stand that he recorded on his home security system. She really should have stopped after being fucked and giving a blow job. It was the anal that pushed her over the line.” I clicked on his shop history. “Looks like Mr. Reid has quite a history of converting ‘girlfriends’ as see she was number 7 in the past 2 years. Any rate, Michelle was tested a couple of months before she was converted, no reason given, and scored high in oral, both male and female and slightly above average in anal. She also has a certificate of training as a cook and in house cleaning. Hmm. Cert date is the day before her sex tests. It’s like she was trying to qualify as a house slave. What ever. Let me go get her from the pens.” I triggered the “Will be back soon” sign on the door and locked it, for the out side. Don’t want people coming in with no staff at the counter. Not sure why we do this, but it’s in The Book that if the counter is empty, no new people are allowed into the building. After finding slave 5789’s cell, I woke her “Rise and shine, need to be ready for sale, a nice couple has selected you. After a few seconds she as up off her bed and looking at me groggily. “A couple? That’s nice, I think any way. Did you tell them I was a cook and house keeper or what?” I looked down at her “Yes, but only after they selected you from the 4 that met their criteria of ‘blonde, medium breasts and high oral and anal skills’. Looks like they are buying a suck and ass-fuck toy, but you never know, come on, lets not keep them waiting. Just so you will know, she is a Mistress, so make sure you act correctly for her.”

I brought her up front to the waiting customers, unlocking the door and turning off the “back soon light”. Theresa looked at her some what critically while he just looked at Theresa. “Will she do Theresa? I mean as your starter slave?” Mistress Theresa nodded yes. “She will do. You said she also has a cert in cooking?” “Yes Mistress, she does, French and Italian specialties.” I reply.

He handed me a gold card, which I ran. I didn’t apply any surcharges to the sale, because they didn’t act like the types that get the surcharges. I handed the card back saying “She came to $950, with tax. I’ve charged your card for that amount, thank you for choosing Spellbook Slaves for you slave needs. Do you need a collar and leash for her? ” Theresa pulled thin collar and short leash out of her purse and said “No, I came prepared.” With that, she collared slave 5789 and led her out of the building.

Shortly after they left a man in a tux came in with a nude woman, who, based her apparent on age was his wife or mistress, not a daughter.

“I’d like to sell you my wife”

“Wilfred, can’t you just get a divorce? Why do you have to sell me off?” She asked him.

I ignored their by-play and asked for their ID. Wilfred Moss and his wife Alicia. State database showed them to be married and with out any children young enough to trigger the maternity clause. “Thank you sir. Does she have any certifications of worth?” Mr. Moss looked at me. “I don’t understand your question.” “A certificate of worth is a certificate that shows she has some skills, for example from a cooking school or other trade school recognized by the state. “I she has a fine art’s degree, does that count?” “Depends on the degree, what was her specialty? Graphic artists are in demand right now, and of course dancers are always welcome, but there isn’t much call for mixed media types.” He looked a bit pained “Well, what if she doesn’t have any certificates? “Well then her price will be based on her age and general condition. If you will bring her over to in front of this work station, I can take a scan of her and run it though the computer to see what is what and who is who.” As he positioned her in front of the camera, I entered her age. She didn’t look bad for a woman in her early 40’s. “Wilfred, don’t due this”. I looked up from the station. “You be silent or I will gag you. A person with right of conversion has requested your conversion and there is no obvious reason to refuse the conversion. This is your first warning. Now stand on that plate and face the camera” She looked like she was slapped in the face, but stood straight and faced the camera. A flash later I had her picture was waiting on the evaluation software to kick in the results. The plate she was standing on feed in her weight and her height was calculated from her image. A few seconds later I got a rating and price quote of $350. I looked over to Mr. Moss. I can offer $350 for her. Unless you have any worth certs I’m afraid that is a high as I can go. I’ve checked and her general fine arts degree is included in that valuation. “Well, if that is what she is worth, I’ll take it.” I made a few entries on my workstation and poof Alicia Moss was now slave 5802-19. I triggered the “Be back soon” sign, locked the door and I took her back to the holding pen. On return I asked Mr. Moss if he wanted store credit, a debit card loaded with $350 or cash for his now ex-wife. “Cash will do nicely” he said.

I checked the clock. It’s just after midnight, which means I’m in the gap between “Out on the town, let’s go to the slave shop” crowd, such as it is, and the “Bars let out, lets go to the slaver” crowd, which is always fun to deal with. I decide to take slave 5802 back to her cell. I trigger the sign and door and take her back. When I return, there is a crowd of women at the door. I open the door and they all come in. These women have on thing in common with each other. Huge freaking tits and sort of thick bodies. They type that looks best with a spit in her cunt and coming out her mouth.

“Welcome to Spellbook Slaves,how may I help you ladies”

The tallest one, a blonde, says “We want to be turned into slaves before our husbands get home”

It’s going to be one of those nights. “OK I can do that. I need your ID and a urine sample from each of you. Please go into the restroom one at a time fill the cup you will find in there up to the line marked on it.” When you return please strip down to and stand against that wall. Also I have to ask, are all of your breasts real? Makes a difference on your grade. They all tell me that they are real. “May I ask why you want to be converted” I say to them as they return with their urine samples. I test them all and they come back drug free and not pregnant, which makes them convertible, assuming they don’t have a minor child. The redhead turns to me to say “We heard them say that they were going to take us to Hill’s Meat in the morning. We decided that it was better if we converted ourselves before then. “I see. You do understand that converting yourself may or may not avoid the spit. We do sell to several alternate meat suppliers in town, Hill’s being one of them, and let me tell you up front, that each of you has what is called a ‘meat prime’ body, which means the odds are high that you will not make to the end of the week with out being spit roasted.” The shorter blonde looks me dead in the face and says “Even if we do get roasted at least our husbands don’t get the money or the meat”. Yeah, one of those nights. “OK, I can do that for you. Let me run your ID’s to make sure none of you have a flag on file with the state.”

Frances Richardson, Jane Martin, Jessica Campbell, Heather Murphy and Annie Bennett all come back as convertible, with no minor children. I run them through the machine to get a rating for them and they all come back as either Real Meat Prime (RMP) or Prime+ (RMP+). Yeah, they aren’t making through the week. In fact, I send an message to “Real She Meat”, “Slut Steaks” and, just too be mean “Hill’s Fine Meat” that I had 5 RMP/RMP+ ready for pickup. As a seconded line I sent a message to the Eastlake School district saying we had a group of RMP/RMP+ for sale, figuring that they might take one or two for the butcher classes they were starting up. For some reason this group of pigs pissed me off and I wanted to make sure they ended up as roasts. Not sure what it was about them that triggered my blood lust, but it was definitely triggered. I got an almost immediate reply from the school, saying that they were interested in all 5 of them and asked if we could put a hold on their sale until morning. I replied that we could do that. I send a “meat on hold” message to the alternate meat providers that I had messages before I messages the school. While the school doesn’t pay quite as well as Hill’s and company does, they often will do a 2 for 1 exchange of students that they are converting for meat slaves. And to be honest, 10 teen aged slaves will normally do better for us than 5 long pigs.

After the long pigs are taken care of I have a long period of basic boredom, where I think strongly about going back a getting my rocks of in the mouth of the new slaves/long pigs in waiting. Might even tell her that if she is a good enough cock sucker she might escape the spit. Not going to happen, but it does make for a better, or at least more enthusiastic, blow job. As I’m just getting ready to head back, the door opens and man leads in a young woman, nude, but collared and leashed. He comes up to the counter, where is announces “My name is Allen Clarke and I want to sell my daughter, Megan, off.” I look at Megan. She a strawberry blonde with small tits and boy like hips. There currently is a strong market for that body style, so I’m interested in her. “OK can you bring her over to the this station and let me see your ID’s please. After scanning their ID the system returns that Allen does have right of conversion over Megan, and that she is a convertible woman. “OK can I get a urine sample just to make sure she isn’t pregnant.” I point her to the door into the restroom. She goes in and comes out with a sample. I did a “Slave or Not” test kit into the sample and she comes back as clean and not pregnant. The clean part doesn’t matter as it’s not a voluntary conversion, but parental conversion. “OK Megan, stand here and look at the camera. No, don’t smile, keep your face neutral. <Flash> OK, just a second…” She comes back with a $600 offer attached and a flag to notify for “Male Analog” clients. “Well Mr, Clarke, I can offer you $600 for her, but I have to tell you that if you take that offer, she is going to be sold as an anal and oral sex slave to one of the gay bars as a ‘Male Analog'”. “Why should I care what you do with her. Sounds like she is getting what she asked for”. I ask if he wants cash, store credit or a debit card for her. He says that store credit will be fine. I enter his data into the store records and tell him that he can use the store’s web site or come in to make his selection at his leisure.

After that, it really got slow. Around 6:30, Mike the owner comes in, “Have a good night?” he asks “Well, we got one older slave, 5 long pig volunteers that the school board wants to buy or trade for and a male analog. Sold one as a trainer slave to a new Mistress, so not that bad of a night all things considered. Slower than snot after 3:30 however.”

Adding to the herd.

So you want to to become a human cow? Did I understand you correctly over the phone?

No, I want to be milked like a cow and your dairy is the only one that does that sort of thing in the greater Eastlake metro area, or at least was willing to talk to me directly about it.

May I ask why?

Yes, it is simple, I changed my birth control pills and I started to lactate. My then boy friend was, at first, excited about it and sucked me dry several times a day. Then he decided that he really wasn’t that into it and left me. I use a breast pump to drain them every evening, but it’s getting to be a problem and I don’t really want the milk to go to waste. I’ve contacted several of the charities in town to find out if I can donate it, but they really aren’t in that business. One of them suggested I try the human milk dairies in town and you were the only ones that would talk to me, as I said.

Well, you understand that all of the other hucows are slaves, so having a free woman act as a hucow is a bit out of our wheel house.

Please, I really need you to do this, but I don’t want to be a slave.

Well, we could always try something. First thing we need to do is see if your milk is up to our quality standards. Lets go to one of the milking rooms for a test pump.

Thank you.

OK, please expose your breasts so we can hook you up to the milking machine. Normally you would be nude and on your hands and knees, plus would be tied down in the milking stall, but I think we can make this work with out doing all that. Of course if we do take you on as a milker you will need to get used to being treated like, well, a cow. While we can use the free standing machine to test you, it isn’t connected to the production system and we couldn’t use it on a a daily basis.

I understand.

OK, let’s hook you up. Hold these over your nipples until the suction takes effect. You might want to keep holding them after that. I’ve got to talk to my staff and my lawyer to find out how we can fit you it.

20 minutes elapses.

Well, the good news is your milk passes our quality check, the bad news is that unless you sign a contract with us, we can’t take you. And I’ll be upfront, the contact they want you to sign will be one that converts you to being a real hucow slave if you don’t meet all the requirements.

Oh, God, I thought I was ready for this, because I use a breast pump before. I had no idea what a milker would feel like. I’ll sign your contract, hell I’ll let you convert me to full hucow status, just do that to me as often as you can.

OK, let me call up my friend as Spellbook Slaves and we will add you to the herd.

Stocking The Herd. Producer’s Cut.

Spellbook Slaves, early morning shift. The door chime goes off.

“Hello? Is any one here?”

Damn it. I was just about to face fuck a slave.

“I’ll be out in a flash” I call out to the customer. “And I’ll do you later” I tell the slave.

“Sorry about that, had an issue with a slave that needed attention. How may I help you this fine morning?”

“My name is Nina Mason, and these are my daughters Ceili and Laura. I need to sell them off today. I’ve had it with them.”

“Mom, you don’t need to do this, really there are better ways, we can go to counseling as a family…”, Ceili says.

“Mother, please think about what you are doing, making us slaves isn’t something that you should do just because you are mad at us.”, Laura adds.

“Be quiet you two, the grown up are talking. And I’ve had just about a much from you as I’m going to take. This last month has been more than I willing to take from you two”

Ceili is a big breasted brunette that I note has wet spots over her nipples. Laura is an even bigger breasted brunette. Big enough that I have good idea that if Lester see’s her she will be one of his play-toys.

“Ah, Ms. Mason, I’m not sure I can take Ceili, she looks to be lactating… ”

“Why would that matter? I’m her mother and I want to sell her, should be straight forward enough. Or is there something I don’t know about the slave laws?”

“Mom, please I’m begging you, he even says he can’t take me” says Ceili.

“I didn’t say that, just you well, are leaking milk, which normally is a red flag on conversions, due to it meaning you are either pregnant or the mother of a minor child. Let me check what the state says real fast…”

“Mother, please don’t do this, I’ll pay for the counseling, just don’t do this”, Laura quietly pleads.

I dive into the state slaving board’s web site, and go to the status search. Both are listed as a free women, and don’t have a disqualifying flag set for either pregnant or mother of a minor child. Odd. While I can’t do any thing about the possibility of a child that the state doesn’t have registered, which is highly unlikely in this day and age, I can check for pregnancy.

“OK, the state slave board says you are both convertible, but they might not know if you are pregnant, so can I have you ladies fill these cups with pee? I need it to check your status. Please use that restroom and go in one at a time.”

Ceili goes in first. A few moments later she returns. with the the pee sample. I watched her on the CCTV set up in the restroom, and yes, it was her pee, not a smuggled in sample of some one else. Of freaking course we have a CCTV camera in the ladies room, need to make sure that pee samples are from the female that says they are. I would just have them pee in the front of the desk, but they are, at that point free women, normally, and there is complaints about privacy. Like that matters. So we have a tiny hidden camera over the toilet and every one is happy. The women being tested think they have privacy and we have a record of them giving a sample for evidence reasons.

I label the samples and pull out two “Slave-Or-Not” kits and dip them in the pee. All the tests come back as green, meaning they aren’t on drugs, which only matters for a volunteer, and neither of them is pregnant.

“OK, every thing looks OK from here, but I can’t but help noticing that Ceili is, well, leaking. Is she really lactating?”

“Yes, she is. Doctor changed her birth control pills and she started up. And the little whinny bitch is wanting to buy all new bras because she’s gotten a bit bigger. Like I would spend money on her. I have other things to spend money on”

The explains it.

“Well, as it happens we have a standing order for women that are lactating and qualify for conversion, which is quite a bit higher than she would normally bring. Downside, if you take it is she will have a fairly short life as a Hucow.”

“Hucow? I don’t know what that means”

“Human Cow, she will be hooked up to a milk machine twice or three times a day and milked. Once her production drops below a given level, they will sell her to a human butcher, who will, well, depending on what she looks like then, either live spit her or just snuff her and cut her up for parts. I’ve got a second standing order, for less money however, where she will be used as a wet nurse. Once she stop producing there, they generally sell on the open market, which tends to have a longer life span attached to it.”

“Talk to me about this dairy, what sort of conditions would she be kept in?”

I bring up the dairy’s website. “Much like this.” as I show her one of their images of the hucow herd.

“So literally like a cow.”

“More or less”, not sure what they do when they aren’t being milked but I suspect it’s being kept in a small cage.

“Why is that 3rd cow wearing fishnets?”

I’m some what amused by the fact that Ms. Mason has already changed her view of hucows from “female human” to “cattle”. This does not bode well for Ceili.

“Oh, they get fucked as part of the processing, I suspect that her, ah, fucker, wanted them on her”.

“So in addition to being treated like the animal she is, she gets rapped? Often, like daily?”

“Well, they are slaves, so it’s not rape in a legal context, but yeah, basically. I also understand that part of the herd is used as part of a fetish whorehouse, for those guys that like the idea of fucking a lactating women. Or like the idea of fucking a soon to be snuffed women, or for that matter a cow.”

“So she would be a whore and a cow. I like that. Talk to me about price. You said there was another option”

“Well, if I sell her to the dairy, you would get about six grand and four and half grand if I sell her to the wet nurse company. Either of those is quite a bit more than she would normally bring, assuming she doesn’t have any other skills that are in demand right now.”

“Mom, I’ve got skills, have then check my school records plus I’ve got some medical training… Please don’t do this to me.” Ceili is near tears pleading with her mother.

“Medical training, like being a EMT or LPN?” I ask.

“EMT” says Ceili.

“EMT Sir, I told you to have respect to men.” snaps Ms Mason.

“Yes, mother, EMT Training Sir”.

I check the skill database. EMT training adds about a grand to her price.

“Well, that brings would bring her non hucow price up to about a two grand and half.”

“If I sell her to the dairy, how long would she live?”

“Depends on how long she stays wet. I understand they put them of menu that includes some hormones to keep the hucows producing, but off the top of my head I would put it at three years, tops”

“So, if I sell her to the dairy, she dies in about 3 years, more or less, but if I sell her on the open market? How long would she live then”

“Well, a slave is snuffed every 19 seconds, but that is country wide. Being snuffed is the single largest cause of slave deaths, but still most don’t get snuffed right away.”

“Mom, please, no, don’t do this” Ceili begs.

Ms. Mason looks at Ceili. “Sell her to the dairy. I hope you dry up while you still have a good enough figure to be spit roasted. What about Laura?”

“I can offer you a grand and a half for her, assuming she doesn’t have any skills I need right now. I might warn you that I have a regular customer that likes to take large breasted women and torture them to death.”

“Oh, really? Can you let him know you have one available”.

He comes in once or twice a month, so if she isn’t sold before then, I’ll let him know that you requested he look at her.”

“Thank you for that. So $7,500 for the pair, that’s more than I expected.”

“Can I have their ID please? I need to scan them into the system so I can convert them to slave status.”

Ms. Mason produce their ID and hand them over.

“Mom, you don’t have to do this…” says Ceili

“Mother, please, don’t do this” says Laura

“Be quiet you two, I’m speaking to this man.”

“But you heard him, they are going to kill me as soon as I dry up”.

“Whatever, that can’t be soon enough.”

Laura just looked glum. “You want them to sell me to a man that tortures women to death? Why Mother, for the love of God, why?”

“You both should have listened last month when I said I was getting tired of your shit. I’ve had quite enough from you.”

After scanning the id, and and entering the data from the test kits, “OK this is your last chance, you can back out now if you want”, I say with my finger over the enter key.

“I want to do this. Can I push the button?”.

I hand her over the key board, where she pushes the enter key and few seconds later her daughters status changes from “Free” to “Slave”.

“Do you want cash, a check or a preloaded debit card for them?”

“A card will be fine.”

I dink around with the machine and hand her a debit card with the $7,500 on it. “You will need to call the number on the back to activate the card, but after that it’s as good as cash most places.”

They Aren’t Real Part II

Well, how about today we find out if you rupture a tit bag?

First things first, let get you ball gagged, don’t want to listen to you scream or beg for mercy.

OK, now goes the basic harness. Kinda tight around the base, but not all that tight. Now the mid tit bands. Want these as tight as we can get them. Oh, felt an implant give way. Might have done some damage to it.

Now this is a quarter inch oak dowel. I’m going to beat your tits with it until I get tired or your tits fall off.

Several minutes passes with the tits getting hit about once every 5 seconds or so.

Well, if those implants aren’t broken now they aren’t going to break.

They aren’t real…

<Ding!>

Welcome to Spellbook Slaves! How can I help you?

Well, I bought me a slave a while back, had some work done on her and I want to sell her off now.

When you say you had some work done?

Tits, dude. I had big tits installed. That was a mistake…

Why is that?

Well, she got uppity. Started talking about “to good to be a slave” and things like that. After a few months it got old. So I uploaded a picture of her to one of the grading sites and it came back as “Prime plus”, which made me all sorts of happy, figured I could get my money back and then some. Took her to Hill’s Fine Meats. They turned her down as a live roaster and offered me $400 as a B class parts sow for her. Seems that fake tits are a bad thing when it comes to roasting. I’ve tried `The Torture Channel` and they only offered a flat rate of $600 for her, they don’t care about slave grade. Both of them said I should try a local firm, and your name came up in both cases. So here I am. Please tell me you want her…

Do you care about what happens to her after you sell her? Because I have a client that has bought a few slaves just because they have big tits. But here is the deal, he’s a wack job that gets off on torturing them to death.

Look, I took her to Hill’s and TCC, do you think I care?

OK, I’ll you make an offer of $800 for her.

I’ve got over twice that much in her tits!

I’m sorry, want me to get Mr. West for you, he’s the owner…

Yes please.

Can I help you?

I hope so. My name is Gordon McDonald and I need to sell you a slave. I’ve got just under two grand in her tits and I got to at least break even on her. She got rated as prime plus.

Can I see you certificate of rating? Oh. This is from a web site, isn’t it. They don’t take into account fake tits. Just a question, saline or silicone?

Silicone, it was cheaper, why?

Well, that rules out spit roast. FDA rules on the subject are explicit, no spit roasting, live or dead, of a meat source with silicone body implants that have not been removed. Let me make a couple of calls.

“Lester, how is it going?”

“Yeah, that’s great. Glad to here that, So hey, the reason I called is I wanted to know if you are still in the market for blonds with huge tits or not?”

“You are, great. Let me send you a pic of one that just came into my shop”

“Oh, you like that do you?”

“Three grand? Are you sure? OK, I’ll get her for you then”

Mr. McDonald, I’ve got a client that is willing so spend prime plus money on her. I’ll offer you $2,500 and that is my best offer.

OK, I’ll take it.

Some time later in a “deserted” farm house.

So, Missy, tell me your name. Mine is Lester, and yes, I’m a molester. No, better yet, don’t tell me. I don’t care.

Let start with some with getting you into a harness….

OK. oh, you figured it out. You have to keep your head back or you will choke yourself out. Don’t want that, do you.

Lets move on with getting some middle if the breast bands on. Now I’ve got to warn you, that’s going to turn your tits purple. I hope you don’t mind. Oh wait, I don’t care if you mind, in fact I hope you do care and don’t want it.

OK. Next up is bands around the base of those melons. Now you hold still, this is tricky.

…The next day…

Today, I’m going to use my variable transformer on you. I’ve learned that I can’t do from tit to tit, so I’m going to do it on one tit at a time. What I do is this. Put a needle in like so… Then another one like this, then hook up the wires to the needle electrodes, then push this button…

Never get tired of hearing that. No let’s push it up to 4, from 2.

Oh yes. Let’s try 7 of 9.

<AH>

Damn it, she passed out. Hope I didn’t kill this bitch. Holly, come clean this one up and tell me if she’s alive or not, I’m going shopping.

Well, looks like you can take a 7 with out kicking the bucket…

No, please master, don’t do that again.

Oh shut you gob hole. Today I’m going to make your tits into stars. See, I take these here long needles and I push them through you tit like this… And like this… And finally like this. See, you tit is a star.

<AHHHH>

And now the other one. Push and Push and Push. OK I’m going to spay these down with a mixture of salt water and alcohol, don’t want them to get infected do we?

Human Milk Cows

Well, well well. Mrs Jameson. Or at least you used to be Mrs. Jameson, now you are experiment number 4. How does it feel to be nothing but a test animal? And for many of the same kids you used to teach. You thought you were too smart to get caught up, but you didn’t read the contract at the gym. After missing a whole month you defaulted and were converted to being a slave. Then the school bought you. Know why? It’s your tits. The men wanted to see them and the women, for the most part, they sorta envied them. Some of the women, of course, wanted to see them. I don’t judge. Any rate I thought I would drop by poke you with a verbal stick then get my rocks off. Oh, not from you, not yet anyway, but from Cow number 3.

So, cow number 3, I’ve got good news and bad news for you. Go ahead and suck my cock while I tell you the news. Your production is way down. I mean less than a pint a day. I’m going to keep you around for another week or so, maybe longer, depending on how good of head you give. And not just to me, but to the all of the students in the human farming class. Yeah, even the girls. If you don’t lick cunt, learn. At the end of every week I’ll post a poll, If more than 50% say “She’s meat now” you get moved over to the ranch side of the program, where some lucky human farmer trainee will try to make you into a prime meat girl. Now there are two kinds of prime, there is the normal prime, which means you are just too hot for words, and there is meat prime, which means you have high quality meat, regardless of what you look like. Then, after a semester of work, you will be sold for meat. Or you can just not give head and we will jump straight to spit roasting you instead. So what about that blow job. Ah, yes, you might make it after all.

Cow #3. What happens to her?

Suck slut seems like a good thing for her. (37%, 19 Votes)
Spit roast the cow. (63%, 32 Votes)

Total Voters: 51

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Hang the cow

Ding! It’s the door.

I look up, it’s a sorta thick brunette.

I want to do three things. One, I want to buy a brunette, with big floppy tits that is bigger than me, if you have one.

Two I want to hang the cow.

Three, I want to volunteer my body for the next spit roast you have.

“You do know that when we in the slave trade say “Spit Roast” we mean an actual spit and and an actual fire, not fucking you in the ass and face at the same time, right?”

Yes, I know that. Look, here is $1500 in cash, do you have a cow I can snuff or not?

“Yes, we do. Can I ask why you want to do all of this?”

My “Boyfriend” left me for a cow, so I want to snuff one.

OK, but why be snuffed yourself?

Because if I’m not good enough for any one, I might as well be meat.

I’m not going to argue with her logic, warped as it may be. Normally I’d give her 700 buck back from her offer of a grand and a half, because I don’t normally rip people off, unless they pissed me off, but being as how she will not live to spend it, we will keep all of it. Why? Because I can.

Something the back of my head went “Click”.

“What is your ex’s name?”

Chris Fellows.

Oh this is good. “Did the “cow” he left you for have a tattoo on her belly?”

Yeah, I think so.

“Then you might want to revise your plans. Seems that Chris sold her to us this morning.”

Why would I want to change my plans then? It’s even better if I get to hang the real cow.

“Well, for starters, he claims that he only fucked her to make it legal to enslave her, and that he wants her spit roasted this afternoon, something about bringing his real girlfriend in to see her roast.”

Don’t care, I want to hang the cow then get spit roasted. Chris called me meatbag one too many times for me to think I have any value to him.

Later that day…

Ding!

“Hello Mr. Fellows, are you wanting to sell this on also?”

No, not now any way.

“Well there has been a slight change in plans. Your first slave was bought, at a considerable premium I might add, but we do have a similar slave for you to roast. Is that OK with you?”

Well, not really, I really wanted to show Cindie here that I really loved only her.

“Well you might want to wait until you see the alternate meat on the Jessica 2000 before you say that.”

Oh my God, is that Wendy on the machine?

“Yes, that was the meats name before she was converted and selected for processing as meat. Does that make an difference?”

Oh God yes it does. Cindie, strip down and blow me while I watch Wendy get processed. This is the best day of my life.

From the Jessica 2000 Wendy speaks up. “Well you called me meatbag when we were fucking. I knew you really wanted me as meat, not as your girlfriend.”

Wait. You call me that to. Does that mean you want to see me snuffed as well?

Shut up and suck my cock cow.

Yes master.

Push the button I want to see that spit go into Wendy’s cunt and out her mouth.

I pushed the kill switch. “I’ve set it for 6 inches per minute, it’s going to take a bit for her to have it come out her mouth.”

OH GOD IT HURTS

Oh it hasn’t start to hurt yet.

AHHHHH

There we go. The needles just pierced her nipples and will be injecting a drug cocktail that should keep her from going into shock when she is gutted. “Oh I didn’t ask, do you want her alive or dead when she goes over the coals?”

Alive, if you can do it.

“Sure, just have to run the simple gutting, that will keep her lungs and heart in place, but remove her intestines. Let me do that now…”

I push a couple of buttons on the Jessica. The laser guided knives and saws slice into Wendy and neatly remove her guts.

“Well, Wendy is still alive, but she will not be for much longer.” I check my watch. “She’s should be barfing up any time now.”

BLEEEPH

“Right on time. The spit should exit about …. Now…”

Oh god, that is so hot. Your next meat bag… Look, take my phone. Look in the “meat bag 3” folder, I should have proof that I am a person of personal contact with Cindie here. I want her processed as soon as you get Wendy over the coals.

By processed, do you mean converted to slave or do you want to see her spitted as well?

Spit roast the cow. Bring me a skinny flat chested teen slut. I want my cock sucked while the meatbag gets converted to just meat. I don’t want my meat thing to kick in.

She will be $800.

Fine. Run my debit card.

OK Mr. Fellows, she is all yours.

Damn Pigtails. How old is she? No, don’t tell me, the age in my head is good enough.

Cindie didn’t want to get on the Jessica, having seen what it did to Wendy. “Get on the Jessica or it will be much worse for you?”

How could it be worse?

ZAPPPPP

“Well you could get tazered for starters.” Ever try to move a 300 plus cow from the floor to a Jessica 2000? It’s not as easy as it sounds. Took 3 men to do it. And two more applications of the stun gun to keep her down.

“And here is another way it’s going to be worse. I’m setting the spit for one inch a minute, so it’s going to take about half an hour to go through you. And I’m not gutting you util you are dead, so you will be going on over the gas jets alive. Plus the I’m going to use the drug cocktail that stimulates the nerves. It’s in effect a anti-pain killer.

Oh god, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you guys came through. Great teen cock sucker and all my cows are dead or will be soon. So, little one, you like girl meat? Don’t want to give you too much, wouldn’t want you to get fat. You see what happens to fat girls.

Yes master, I’ve had girl meat. My dad converted his secretary and then mom roasted her. I promise not to get fat. I’ll barf her up if you want. I don’t eat much, well other than cum. I’ll eat as much of that as I can get.

Experimental Failure.

Ring… Ring….

Yeah, Spellbook Slaves, can you hold?

Sorry about that. Some one selling me his wife and step daughter

What can I do for you?

Yeah, of course I’ve heard about the hormones to increase milk flow in milk slaves, I do keep up with the news even if I’ve been out of the loop for a while.

What do you mean you have some failures to sell? Why would I want failures?

Oh, just the milk flow increase was a failure. Still what’s the big deal? Oh, I see, their tits got larger but no extra milk. Well, that’s not that big of a deal.

Oh. Japanese girls. DD at least. OK, yeah, sure I’ll buy them off of you.