Spellbook Slaves, front desk, 8:00PM.
My name is Vinny Ford, and I am the eight to four shift “supervisor” for Spellbook Slaves. I hate my shift. Well, that’s not quite true, I really don’t hate working at Spellbook Slaves at any time, just the eight to four shift is my least favorite shift to work. Hopefully, Mr. West will move around who is responsible for what shift some time soon, and I can get on the daylight hours shifts where I have some helpers. Or at least have a work slave assigned to the eight to four shift. Currently, this shift has just me, Faith, and Jasmine. Faith and Jasmin are the shift “dark ladies” which is to say torture chamber goths. But they are back in the torture chamber, cleaning up blood and doing maintenance on the torture and snuff toys, waiting on a slave that needs to be tortured or snuffed. That happens about one night in three. Or maybe having hot goth lesbian BDSM sex if all their other chores are done, that happens every night, it’s part of the agreement. The livestreaming of that sells pretty well, needless to say, but that doesn’t normally start until 10:30. Before the torture chamber goths were sold to “Daddy Issac” and we got his weird “you can use them in the torture chamber, but I own them” agreement, I could bring one or both of them up here and not be alone, plus get a hot goth blowjob. But Mr. Barton made it clear they were for the torture chamber only and were not to be “abused” by Spellbook staff. Abuse includes random acts of sex, so no blowjobs. Sex of any sort with them is restricted to paying clients. Anyway, I got in at 8:00 PM (20:00 for you people that use the 24-hour clock). Alex, the noon to eight shift supervisor, tossed me the keys and grunted something about “have a great night” as he and his staff clocked out and left.
A few minutes after they left, a nice-looking couple came in. She was wearing the classic mistress garb of a black corset and long black gloves, and he was in a dress coat and slacks. Not what I normally get this time of night. I made a mental bet that she was going to take the lead in this interchange.
“May I help you, sir and mistress?”
She replied “Yes, we are looking for a blonde, with medium breasts, an appearance grade of A- or higher, and high scores in oral skills, both male and female, and at least average on anal, to include strap on. Right dear?”
He looked at her, “Whatever you say, ‘Mistress Theresa’.” I could hear the quote marks around “Mistress Theresa”. And I won the bet with myself. I am not sure if that counts as a win because I also lost the bet.
The Mistress Theresa turned to me, “I just finished my Mistress class, and we thought we would get a starter slave to celebrate. The other mistresses in the EMA implied that that was expected of a mistress that could afford one. It was also hinted that buying a slave for the less well-off young mistresses would be a good thing to do as well for older, more prosperous mistresses, but that can wait a week or so. I need to get experience with my own first.”
I typed in the criteria that they had given me and directed them to the screen where the four that met 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 5789-24. Slave 5789-24 had a date of conversion of about a month ago, towards the end of 2024. It’s surprising a that she hasn’t been sold yet, normally, a blonde A- with good sex skills sells within a couple of days. The day shifts must buy a lot more slaves than my shift if we have had almost 5800 slaves last year. Of course, there were a couple of large lots that added a couple of hundreds at a time. That still a slave intake of just under 16 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 on 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. “Seems like Mr. Reid has quite a history of converting ‘girlfriends’ as see she was number seven after July 2024, when the rules changed and made PPC conversions much easier. Any rate, Michelle was sex tested a couple of months ago, no reason given, and scored high in oral, both male and female and slightly above average in anal and vaginal. She also has a certificate of training, with high scores, 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. Whatever. Let me go get her from her cell.” I triggered the “Will be back soon” sign on the door and locked it, for the outside. Don’t want people coming in with no staff at the counter. I am not sure why we do this, but it’s in “The Book of how we do things at Spellbook Slaves” that if the counter is empty, no new people are allowed into the building. With no other staff or slaves, that means I trigger it a lot. Anyway, after going to slave 5789’s cell, I woke her “Rise and shine slave, you need to be ready for a sale, a nice couple has selected you.” After a few seconds, she as sat up on 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 housekeeper or what?” I looked down at her, “Yes, but only after they selected you from the 4 that met their criteria of ‘blonde, grade A- or better, with medium breasts and high oral, both male and female, and anal skills’. Looks like they are buying a suck and ass-fuck toy, but you never know, come on, let’s not keep them waiting. Just so you will know, she is a Mistress, which should be obvious from her clothing, but make sure you act correctly for her. She seems to be in charge.”
I brought her up front to the waiting customers, unlocking the door and turning off the “back soon light”. Theresa looked at her somewhat 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 $1500, with tax. I’ve charged your card for that amount, thank you for choosing Spellbook Slaves for your slave needs. Do you need a collar and leash for her?” Mistress Theresa pulled a 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 on her apparent age, was his wife or “girlfriend”, not a daughter. She might be too old due to the max age limit of 45 that Oklahoma has now on PPC conversion if she’s his “girlfriend”, not his wife.
“I’d like to sell you my wife”
Well, that makes it a bit easier, no age problems.
“Wilfred, can’t you just get a normal 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. The state database showed them to be married and without any children young enough to trigger the maternity clause. “Thank you sir. Does she have any certifications of training?” Mr. Moss looked at me. “I don’t understand your question.” “A certificate of training is a certificate that shows she has some tested sex skills, or, for example, from a cooking school or other trade school recognized by the state.” “She has a fine art’s degree, does that count? And no, she has no sex skills, tested or otherwise, that’s part of the reason I’m selling her. Should have sold her years ago.” “As far as her fine art’s degree, that depends on the degree, what was her specialty? Graphic artists are in demand right now, and of course dancers of any age 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 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 mid to late 40s, but didn’t have that MILF look, which is going to lower her value. “Wilfred, don’t due this”. I looked up from the station. “You be silent, or I will Taser and gag you. A person with the right of conversion has requested your conversion, and there is no obvious reason to refuse the conversion. This is your first and only 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 only $400, close to our minimum amount. I looked over to Mr. Moss. “I can offer only $400 for her. Unless you have any training 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, which means she would be below our current minimal standard without it.” “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 0255-25. 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 $400, or cash for his now ex-wife. “Store credit will do nicely, I will be buying a sex slave soon. I might be selling off some of my daughters as well, I need to think about that.”
I checked the clock. It’s just after eleven, 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, let’s go to the slaver and sell off the girl of the night” crowd, which is always fun to deal with. I decide to take slave 0255 from the holding pen to a cell. I trigger the sign and door and took 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 two things in common with each other. Huge freaking tits and sort of thick bodies. They are the type that looks best with a spit in her cunt and coming out her mouth, assuming you want high-quality meat, vs just snuffing a hot chick. Of late I’ve been trending towards good meat, I see enough hotties get snuffed that I’m getting jaded about it, but I like BBQ girl meat a lot.
“Welcome to Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you ladies”
The tallest one, says, “We want to be turned into slaves before our husbands get home from their night shift jobs.”
“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, give me your ID, then please strip down to and stand against that wall. “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 tallest one turns to me to say, “We heard our husbands 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 without being spit roasted. I have to ask, are all of your breasts real? Makes a difference to your grade and possible use”. I didn’t tell them that having fake tits would likely keep them alive longer. They all tell me that they are real, too bad for them. The tall one 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”. “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, and Heather Murphy all come back as convertible, with no minor children, however Heather has four daughters just old enough to make her convertible. Last month and she wouldn’t have been. 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, after I registered them as converted, I sent a message to “Real She Meat”, “Slut Steaks”, and just to be mean “Hill’s Fine Meat” that I had 4 RMP/RMP+ ready for pickup. For a seconded option, I sent a message to the Eastlake School district slaving board’s night shift saying we had a group of RMP/RMP+ for sale, figuring that they might take one or two for their butcher or mistress training classes. For some reason, this group of long pigs pissed me off, and I wanted to make sure they ended up as roasts. Not sure what it was about them triggered my bloodlust, but it was definitely triggered. Might have been I was a bit hungry, and they would make good BBQ girl, I got an almost immediate reply from the school slaving board, saying that they were interested in all four of them, and asked if we could put a hold on their sale until morning. I replied that we could do that. While the schools don’t pay quite as well as Hill’s and the other butchers do, the Eastlake school system will often do a 2 for 1 exchange of students that they are converting for adult meat slaves. And to be honest, 8 teen aged slaves will normally do better for us than 4 adult long pigs, depending on the teen’s grade. Normally, Eastlake schools send fairly highly grades of teens.
After the soon-to-be 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 long pigs in waiting. Might even tell her that if she is a good enough cocksucker, she might escape the spit. Not going to happen, but it does make for a better, or at least more enthusiastic, blowjob. As I’m just getting ready to head back, the door opens and a 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 oldest daughter, Megan, off.” I look at Megan. She is 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 this station and let me see your ID’s, please?” After scanning their ID, the state database 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 pointed 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 came back as drug free and not pregnant. The drug part doesn’t matter, as it’s not a voluntary conversion, but a 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 $1000 offer attached and a flag to notify “twink” clients. “Well Mr. Clarke, I can offer you $1000 for her, but I have to tell you that if you take that offer, she will most likely be sold as an anal and oral sex slave to one of the gay bars as a ‘twink’. I can offer seven fifty if you don’t want that to happen to her.” “Why should I care what you do with her after you buy her? Sounds like she is getting what she asked for, I caught her deep throating some random guy, she said she didn’t know his name, just that she met him at a party and he was cute. I’ll take the twink option”. I ask if he wants cash, store credit or a debit card for her. He says that store credit will be fine. I convert her and enter his data into the store records and tell him that he can use the store’s website or come in to make his selection at his leisure.
Soon after Mr. Clarke left, 5 tall thin sluts that had to be topless dancers, based on their identical dancer costumes, came in. Based on my visual grade, they are all grade A, maybe A-, their tits aren’t big enough for a full A rating, but it’s hard to say sometimes with the A grades, that’s why we have the rater.
“What can I do for you ladies?”
One of the brunettes speaks up, “Well, we would like to volunteer to be converted.”
“Sure, I can do that, may I ask why?”
“We work at Toppers, and we’ve heard that management is planing on invoking our conversion clause and selling us to Club Tartarus, and we’d rather not go to a club that has the motto ‘They Dance and Die.’ None of us has the three thousand to buy out our contract.”
“OK, give me a urine sample so I can tell if you are pregnant or on drugs right now”
Their samples all came back drug free, which surprised me, knowing what I know about free topless dancers and their recreational habits. I decided against telling them that Spellbook Slaves is a minority owner in Club Tartarus and there is a good chance they are going to end up there anyway. That’s really not my problem, that’s a day shift thing. I scan their ID into the system, find them to be convertible and convert them.
A little after the dancers were processed, a man and a fully nude woman came into the shop. I could tell just by looking at her that she was A prime, without needing to scan her.
“What can I do for you, sir?”
“I’d like to convert this slut and then have her snuffed while I get my cock sucked. Can you do that?”
“As it happens, yes we can. However, I do need to point out to you that she has a very high wholesale value, we are talking twenty-twenty five hundred”.
He looks at her, “No, I’d rather see her snuffed. I told my wife that I would.”
“Well, if your wife is the problem, why don’t you sell her to us, then we can make a good offer for her”
“Her name is Kim Collier, she is, or was, my secretary”
“OK for Kim.”
“Nah, I’m tired of her any way. And if I can’t have her, nobody gets her, I’m greedy like that.”
“OK, can I see some proof that you have the right to convert her?”
“Cumming on her face counts, right? I mean, she didn’t have to suck me off first before the facial?”
“Yes, a facial counts, it doesn’t matter how she got the facial, just that she did.”
He hands me his phone. He has a folder with several dozens of videos of her on her knees with cum on her face and his cock in his hand, cum spurting from it. She’s not objecting, so it’s consensual.
“Yeah, I jacked off on her slutty face every day for a month, sometimes a couple of times of a day. Had my intern take the videos. That’s OK, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, public sex was made a convertible option in July last year, as long as the sex act itself is one on one, still no group sex. You met the criteria for being a person of personal contact, if I can get a pee sample from her to make sure she’s not pregnant, and some ID for the both of you, we can convert her. Are you sure you want to snuff her? I’ll offer twenty-five hundred for her, that that’s without considering any skills she may have”.
“Nope. Like I said, I’m tired of her, and I don’t want anybody else to have her.”
I check her piss sample. She’s not pregnant, but she’s higher than a kite on opiates, which explains her passivity, she may not even know what’s about to happen to her. I’m surprised she can even walk. I scan her card into the system and convert her.
“OK, well, the charge for a snuff show with a blow job is $700. There is a $200 additional fee if you want her tortured for about an hour before she is snuffed. The fee for sex apart from a single blow job from one girl is $500, $750 for anal or in bondage”.
He pulls out a money clip and counts out 7 hundred dollar bills.
“Don’t need to do any torture, just a slow hang, and all I want is one blow job.”
“Let me call up Faith, our main torture and snuff specialist, who will take you and your slave back to the torture chamber. She or her assistant will suck your cock while the other specialist hangs your new slave. I suggest you have her assistant do the cocksucking, she has a slightly higher rating at it than Faith, but that choice is up to you”
I call Faith up, who then leads them both back to the torture chamber. After a few minutes, I heard the clack of the trap door opening. And that was it, one A prime slave wasted. About 15 minutes later, he comes up and says
“That was great. Is it OK if I tipped the girls? If not, you need to get a Benjamin back from each of them. I think I’ll do my accountant next, then my current intern, before the end of the semester when she leaves. They aren’t quite as hot as Kim was, but they will do anyway. Might bring the wife along so she can see that I’m snuffing them, not selling them. Or I might do a double header and snuff her as well. I got to think about that. Sort of getting tired of her, and like I said, if I can’t have them, nobody get them.”
Thereafter, it really got slow. Around 4:00AM, Thomas, the morning shift supervisor comes in, “Have a good night?” he asks, “Well, we got one old slave, who is just about useless apart from being a worker slave, 4 long pig volunteers that the school board wants to buy or trade for, a twink, and five dancers that hope to avoid Club Tartarus. Didn’t tell them about the relationship we have with that club. Had one dude that wanted to snuff his A prime sectary and I couldn’t talk him out of it. I believe he will be a repeat customer, however. He mentioned snuffing 2 employees and maybe his wife. Sold one as a trainer slave to a new Mistress, so not that bad of a night, all things considered. Slower than snot after 2:30, however.”
