This blog is based on a universe where in 2000 the US, followed by most of the world, allowed the enslavement of females. Very much not work safe. Also very much misogynist and more than a touch psychopathic. You have been warned.
Southern Hill’s Country Club, right after Emmett’s service.
Hi! I’m Howard Hamilton, and I’d like to offer my wife for roasting. Getting a grand for her is almost too good to pass up, even though she doesn’t know it yet. The club chef said I had to get her converted before she could be even fitted to the live roast rack.
Please complete this form on my tablet by entering “Southern Hill’s Country Club” into the buyer’s field. We will deal with the money issues later. Point her out to me.
She’s over there talking to those three women. She’s the one in the red dress. Her name is Yvette. Like I said, she’s not expecting this, so she might run.
That’s what young men with tasers are for, dealing with non-compliance with a conversion order. Ian, here, LOVES chasing after runners. Go get her, Ian,and take her to the kitchen. The chef and her crew should be able to help you.
On it boss. She better not run.
Mrs. Hamilton?
Ah, crap she’s running. Time for the taser. DAMN IT I MISSED. Shit, gotta do this the hard way. Fuck!
After a short, but spirited chase, Yvette is tackled. Ian was not happy with needing to chase her down, and may have tackled her with more force than was really needed. While they are on the ground, Yvette is zip tied.
Yvette, she ran, but it didn’t help
You know, bitch, I sort of felt sorry for you, going on a live rack to be roasted, but now I’m glad. Let me get a blood sample and test it. I hope you’re not pregnant. Nope, test is negative. Off to the kitchen you go.
Ah, excellent, she will do well on the live rack. We still require a few more, and of course, we need to use the special machines on the Cook slaves, they should be arriving soon.
Ah, Mr. West? Require some help getting Dawn and Sonia out of the van and on to the spitting machine. They can’t walk at all. Seems that their hips were pulled out of socket last time they were on the rack. Mistress Charlene said she didn’t care if that happened to Dawn, and Sonia’s father said, “do to her what every Charlene said to do to Dawn”. They’re pretty messed up, but I think that was the point of what happened to them over the last few days. Isaac and Sheila were there for a lot of it, taking notes. I know they are pretty hard on “unholy” redheads, but I shudder to think what they are going to do to the next one.
It’s no longer just redheads that can be “unholy” anymore. They will be hell on jets against any slave we give them with implants. Which will reduce our sex slave trade, but Isaac pays more than we would normally receive for a sex slave. I’ll only give them some push back if we get a bimbo with over 95% on all three, plus hand jobs. And that’s rare and beside the point. Get Ian and Vicky to help you get Dawn and Sonia to the kitchen. Might ask the chef for some of her helpers as well. I don’t remember, are you trained on Hill’s special ‘Vlad’ machine or not? If you’re not, I’ll have to come over and do the detail work.
No, you sent me for training last month
OK, get them on the machines, adjusted, then push the freaking button. Use the fastest setting, they really don’t have time to wait for a 45-minute spitting, which as I recall is the slowest the new machines will go.
Country Club Chef
She must be an outstanding chef, or she would be on the menu. I approve of the staff being nude.
Ah, the two live roasts. Oh, my goodness, I have never seen a live roast with that much damage before. What happened to them? They look barely alive. That will affect their presentation. Oh, well, the centerpiece of the serving table can be the live rack roast, even if her tits aren’t that big. Tits tend to render out anyway…
As to what happened to them, vindictive “granddaughter” who had a major beef with her for Dawn, and Sonia’s father said to just do the same to her as Charlene asked to have done to Dawn. I don’t think he knew exactly what he was asking for, however. Water under the bridge now.
Well, I’ll let you put them on Hill’s Vlad machines and get them properly positioned and strapped down. I assume they have had the proper clean out?
For the last 3 days. They are about as clean as you’re going to get a slave.
Excellent, I’ll leave you to your work then.
Evan begins the long and somewhat precise fitting of the slaves to the “Vlad” and straps then down. He has some issues with their legs as at least one of their hips has been pulled out of socket, making some leg positioning a little difficult. He makes a phone call to “Hill's Fine Meats” the maker of the “Vlad” and finds that the leg positions, while helpful, isn't required for the 85% survival rate. After getting both slaves in to their Vlad, He noticed that both Charlene Cook and Ed Cook were watching him strap their “grandmother” and daughter, respectably, in to the Vlad machines.
Mistress Cook? Mr. Cook? Would you like to push the button to start the spitting of these slaves?
Why, yes, I think I would. I’ve viewed the live feed of their torture and I strongly approve of it, it was far more effective than I thought it would be. With the permission of HR at the office, I had it running in the background on my spare workstation. Several of the male staff members watched for at least a little time. One of our few office slaves got to spend some quality time on her knees with cocks in her little whore mouth. Seems that most of the men in the office liked to watch bimbos and teens get tortured. The general manager of the office watched for some time. He said that if this torture was my idea, I might be good for the new HR position for office disciplinary action. I hope I get that, I have a few scores to settle.
“OK, Ed, how about you?”
I think I might want to do that. It’s too bad you don’t have any sex slaves around, I would like to get some head while I watch.
Yeah, we just took the last batch we converted back to the shop. Had some that have real sex slave potential. Sorry
It’s OK. I’ll make do with my new ‘friend’ I just met today. I need to ask her name someday. Maybe after I convert her. Do you have to know their name to convert them?
Nope. Just have the needed three proofs. If you do her around one of Spellbook’s staff, you don’t even need to record it.
Of course, if things work out well with the friend, she will be the first of a long line of slaves. I’ve decided that I like having a house full of young women, but I’d like some that I can have my way with at will, without it being, you know, weird. Plus, of course, better behaved. And I’ll need someone to take care of the four younger ones, until it’s time to convert them as well. Father’s will was rather explicit on that.
If you want to kick-start your harem quickly, you can buy some of our many sex slaves for sale at the shop after the service.
I knew Charlene was vicious and it seems it runs in the family. I take back what I said about Ed not knowing what he was getting Sonia into. Either he knew, or he just didn’t care. I suspect that if Charlene gets that position we will be doing contract conversion of office slaves at a fairly high rate. At least until she converts all of the staff. And then we may get some company management torture parties where some office slaves pay the price for messing up. Or because Charlene wanted her that way.
The buttons are pushed by Charlene and Ed, with the “Vlad” set on their fastest speed, which due to the “gentle” nature of the “Vlad” the spitting procedure takes 5 minutes rather than the 30 seconds of a traditional “Jessica 3000” fastest speed. Even if it's “gentler” than a traditional “Jessica 3000”, it's still very painful. Dawn wakes up from her pain induced semi comma first and starts to make a noise more like an animal in pain than a human cry. Shortly thereafter, Sonia joins her. Charlene looks very pleased at this, and Ed is face fucking his new 'friend' as he watched his youngest daughter be impaled by a spit so she could be roasted. The process took the expected 5 minutes and both slaves survived the spitting. As they were taken off the machines and carried to the roasting pit, Ed cummed on his 'friends' face.
Ed Cook’s new friend
That’s two. All you need to do is get her one more time while we’re watching, and she’s yours, even if it’s in public. What is he talking about Ed? Don’t worry your little head about it. OK, are you gonna fuck me later? Maybe in the ass? I like it in the ass. And that doesn’t count! You can count on it, my little kitten.
Oh, she must not know about the 2016 changes. Being fucked in the ass counts now. I don’t think they are teaching that in schools yet. I hope they don’t for a while. She’s in for a surprise later today.
Hello, my name is Spencer May and I have a question for you. I see that there are a couple of slaves roasting with a spit all the way through them. Can I get that on my wife, Lexi?
Sorry, we only rented the Vlad’s machines for two uses. You would have to talk to the club owners about getting another use.
Well, really I was hoping that you could do Lexi by hand, perhaps.
You know that most women spitted manually don’t survive to make to the roasting pits alive.
Oh, that doesn’t matter, I just want to see a spit come out of her mouth after it’s been shoved all the way through her.
We can do that for you. The special of the day is $400, that includes capture, test, all the taxes and your choice of snuff methods, within reason. Gratuitous torture before or things like gang rape cost extra.
Oh, no, don’t need any of that, I’m sure having a spit shoved through her will be plenty.
So you’re not buying the “ultimate fuck” theory of spitting, are you?
Should I?
Well, no, to be honest. Fill out this form on my tablet, check the “kill” box, then point her out to me. Is she going to put up a fight?
Most likely yes. She doesn’t know I intend to snuff her and maybe her daughters today. She is the one in the yellow dress over on that picnic table, talking to one of the Cook brothers. I’ll bet she’s trying to seduce him. She heard about the three mil and thinks she can blow her way to part of it. I’m almost tempted to let her get fucked by him, if I knew he would convert and snuff her when he was done, but I’m not sure if he will do that.
You know, he converted his whole family.
Yeah, but he might be trying to start over.
I am not convinced that’s likely. Emmett’s will was rather explicit about not having wives or daughters that weren’t slaves if they wanted to keep the money.
Well, it really doesn’t matter, spit the bitch any way.
Sure, we can do that. Ian! See the MILF in yellow over there? Taser her and bring her here. Evan, you and Vicky set up the manual spitting rack, it should be in the large van’s storage area.
On it boss.
Excuse me, Mr. Cook, for a moment. Are you Lexi May?
Yes, why…
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Sorry, Mr. Cook, her husband wants to have her manually spitted.
Oh, I think I would like to watch that. She was starting to be a bit pushy. A gold digger, I think. I’m tempted to just start fucking them, then converting them the same day. With the new PPC rules, I can do it more or less all at once.
When you do, bring them by the shop, we pay top dollar for most slave types!
Lexi May, Ready for Manual Spit
Boss, she’s waking up.
Get her secured on the rack quickly then.
Spencer! What is going on! Why am on this?
Well Lexi, it’s because I want to see you spitted, then put on one of the roasting pits. And I’m thinking strongly about having your daughters snuffed in some sort of painful manner, not mine, of course, but those cocksucking sluts from your dalliances before we were married. And yes, I know they are cocksucking sluts, they did me, repeatedly. Lila in particular. She’s actually excellent at deep throat. If you were better at it, that might have saved your worthless life. But you aren’t so here we are.
Mr. May, please keep in mind that Emmett requested there be some “decorations” of teen slaves on spikes, like “Dracula” used to do. Plus 15 or so of them on short steel stakes, where they bleed out over an hour or two. Can I suggest that? Painful, and when you get down to it, a completely useless snuffing. I’m not sure what the club will do with their bodies, feed them to wolves at the zoo, I suspect. Plus, you can face fuck a slut on a short spike, so you can have the best of both worlds.
That sounds capital. Hear that Lexi, your little bastard daughters will be killed for party decorations because it appears that Mr. Cook the elder didn’t like teenage girls. I’m sure you heard the man mention that during his eulogy, you just didn’t think it applied to your little darling. Too bad, it does, I’ve decided.
You bastard!
Your daughters are the bastards. My parents were married. I will miss Lila, she did pretty good deep throat, but it wouldn’t be fair to just keep her as a slave without keeping the others. Go ahead and shove that spit through this cunt.
You heard that man, Ian, get with the spitting.
Mr. West? We’re Russell Wright, Johnny O’Neal and Elmer Ferrell. Were all sons-in-law of Emmett. We’ve decided that we want to convert our wives. Not our daughters, at least not right now. I drew the short straw, so my wife, Kristen, needs to be live roasted, John’s and Elmer’s wives should serve as the rotating slaves. They are that group over there, talking to the Reverend.
Tracie and Julia roast Kristen
Ian, as soon as you get Lexi spitted, go get them and take them to the kitchen. Kristen makes the fifth roast, so there is only one more fire pit, and the only one left is the weird one. Gonna have to turn down any more roasting conversions after the next one… So, Mr. O’Neal and Ferrell, what do you want to do with your wives after they finish roasting Kristen? Oh, I don’t care. Can we sell them to you? Well, they look like Grade B, so the most I can offer for them is seven fifty. That’ll work. Is that OK with you, Elmer? Sure. More than I thought than Julia was worth. Yeah, I didn’t expect much from Tracie as well. Well, to be honest, unless you have some sex testing scores for them over 80ish, they will be sold as work slaves any way. Or maybe as torture slaves for budget minded sadists. We get a lot of those. It’s a popular thing for Westside to do, get a Southside ‘bitch’ or two and have a trailer park party where they torture them to death. Ah, can you make sure of that? I would love to think that Tracie got tortured to death by rednecks. I’ll see what I can do. Great! I’ll see if I can find wife number two among the granddaughters. Some of them are really hot. When can you convert a wife?
County Clerk worker for marriage licenses. On the snuff in public soon list.
As soon as you have signed the marriage certificate. I happen to know that the county clerk sent out a worker today, for just that reason. I think she’s in the kitchen now. If we don’t get another roast soon, she might end up as the sixth roast. The clerk is OK with that, she’s on the short “to be snuffed in public” list anyway. Great, now all I need to do is find a redhead. Always wanted to fuck a redhead. Well, good luck with that. Of course, you will need to get her father’s permission if she’s under eighteen, but I doubt that’s gonna be a big deal today. Yeah, I suspect many sons-in-law are looking to get rid of daughters today, if what I hear about the codicil is right. Well, there have been more wives being converted than daughters, but I suspect that plenty of teenage daughters are going to end up on spikes pretty soon.
Hazel should have blown her stepfather this morning.
Mr. West? Is it too late to volunteer someone to be a roast? Nope, they got one more pit to fill. I want to warn you it’s weirder than most and might be the most sadistic of them all, and I include the live racks in that. That’s OK, Hazel has pissed me off for the last time. She refused to blow me this morning. Bitch. She knows I like my cock sucked every morning, and it was her turn. Just because it’s her grandfathers funeral today is no reason to not do it. Not sure why we came to this any way, it’s not like Emmett like them. Well, he did like it when Brandy and Hazel orally double-teamed him. Is Hazel your wife? Nope, stepdaughter. Sold off Beth, her mother a while ago, to the Torture Channel. They snuffed her as a background thing while they tortured and snuffed what’s her name, the big star. Oh, yeah, Kiley Coffee, that was her name. I hope that counts for what every Emmett has in mind for sons-in-law. If not, whatever. I’ll might sell you the rest of my step sluts today. Beth was one of his daughters from his 2nd wife. Well, it doesn’t matter whether Hazel is your wife or not, a stepdaughter can be converted by you as well. Simply fill out this form, assign “Southern Hill’s Country Club” as the buyer, and then point her out to me. As I understand it, the club will be handing out prepaid debit cards for “conversions” that they buy after the feast, so you might want to stay around for that.
Wolf feed
Mr. West? My name is Will Peters, I’d like to donate my wife and a couple of my slaves to the wolf feed project. My wife is already converted, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. They are the three nude sluts over there by the deck. OK, we can do that. There is a $300 snuff fee each. That’s OK. Because it’s for a charity, it’s a tax right off. Plus the value of the slaves. My wife is Grade A, obviously she’s the blonde with big tits. Granted, the other two are just B. I got them when I was broke and never got around to snuffing and replacing them. Then I heard Reverend Ellis talk about the feeding the bodies to the animals, so I remembered the “Feed a Wolf” project that the zoo does. All I need is a signature from you that you snuffed them for the project, and a signature from the country club that they will be given to the zoo. Once they are gone, I’m going to be in the market for a few Grade A slaves. I might see if any of the teenyboppers running around today are available. Yeah, I have it on good authority that many, if not most, of Emmett’s granddaughters will be converted today. How do you want them snuffed? Hang the sluts, that seems like the popular choice today.
Ian! Go get them, test them, then hang them. On it boss.
Southern Hill Country Club’s Guillotine
Did I hear right? There is a tax write off if you snuff and give to the zoo some of your slaves to be feed to the wolves? Yeah, that the case. They make a bigger deal about it right after whelping time, but they take meat year round. OK, do they have to be hung?
Nope, but the body needs to be intact. So if I use the club’s guillotine, it would be OK? Don’t see a reason why not. Let me make a call.
This is the Eastlake zoological garden, how may I help you? I need to talk to someone about the wolf feed program Let me transfer you. Please hold. Wolf park, may I help you? Yeah, this is Mike West with Spellbook Slaves, and I’ve got a client that wants to know if guillotined slaves are OK for the “Feed a Wolf” project? Sure they are. We normally cut the heads off any way. Seems that watching a wolf savage a human head is a bit of a problem for some visitors. OK, thanks. We’ve got quite a few that will be donated today. A few from private donors but mostly from the Cook estate by way of the Southern Hill’s Country Club. Yes, we’ve been told that we should expect a windfall today from Emmett’s service. Please give my condolences on Mr. Cook’s death to his sons. He was a big supporter of the park and will be missed.
Yeah, beheaded slaves are OK. Great. See those seven skinny-dipping in the pool? You’re going to have to be more specific than that. There are a lot of skinny-dippers right now. OK, I’ll get them together. “Girls, get out of the pool and stand together!” Does that work? Sure. There is the matter of our $300 snuff fee. With seven of them, it comes out to twenty-one hundred. Sure. Do you take Visa?
Of course. Ian, go get them, test them, then take them over to the guillotine. Taser one, then threaten the others with it. That should make it easier to get them over to it.
More Wolf Feed
Oh, if you’re going to do that, hit Carrie with the taser. She’s the blonde with big tits. She needs to suffer a bit. She’s been a naughty, naughty girl. She has been falling behind on her womanly duties of making sure her master is happy at all times. She didn’t swallow last time. After all, a slave daughter should eat her father’s cum for breakfast. Her sisters all do. On it boss. Taser the one with big tits, then take them over to the guillotine and chop their heads off. Might have to stun gun them if they start to run. Can I get Vicky to help carry them to the guillotine? You want to stun gun them, don’t you?
Of course. It’s my second favorite thing to do to a slut after snuffing them. To be honest, I like it better than fucking most of them. OK, take Vicky with you and have fun.
Four days after the will reading, at the Southern Hills Country Club
“Welcome Gentlemen, Mistress, Sluts, and Slaves to the burial service of Emmett Philip Cook, I am Reverend Calvin Ellis of The Blessed Chapel, and I will be leading this, Emmett’s Cook’s public funeral service”
“Emmett was a strong family man and a savvy businessman. He expected much from his family and workers, but gave back much as well. He contributed to many charities in Eastlake and was a strong supporter of the expansion of the Eastlake zoological garden, particularly for the carnivores. Because of his support, the Eastlake zoo is a world leader in wolf preservation and captive breeding. He contributed heavily to the expansion of the river parks and other civic projects. Under his guidance, Cook Co now leads the world in energy extraction technology, with their products being used worldwide. He was a frequent donor to his church, The Blessed Chapel, of which I am proud to say, is my flock. In a very real way, Emmett paid my salary during the lean years.”
“Emmett was a strong man with definite feelings towards the treatment of sluts, as he referred to most females. And he always said ‘female’ not women, saying that most of them didn’t deserve the respect that ‘woman’ implies. He was a leader in getting the White Slave Act of 2000 passed through congress and is part of the reason Eastlake, in particular the Southside, has such a vibrate slaving culture. He was opposed to the 2016 amendments, saying about them:”
“Terrible amendments, terrible for our culture. Still, a man is not a man if he can’t admit that he’s wrong about some things. And a stopped clock is right at least twice a day. I didn’t like it at the time, and I don’t like the rest of that silly cunt hugging amendment, but that mistress mumbo jumbo seems to be working out very well in retrospect.”
“However, he was instrumental in the 2024 amendments to the act, as well as several changes in sexual and indecency laws in general. If you like seeing naked females in public, and the ease at which you can convert a slut now, thank Emmett.”
“A common expression of Emmett said went something like this:”
“They said countless things about females back in my day; but if there is one thing the last 20 years have proven, it’s that sluts are only good for only three things:
One, using their holes to jerk us off. Young sluts should know their place is on their knees with a man’s cock in their mouth. Two, making more boys to use them as the cum dumps and sex dolls they are. And three, taking care of babies, raising more sluts for men to fuck and come inside before we trade them out for the younger ones they finish bringing up.”
“He was glad that he helped make is so these principles could be followed nationwide. We are proud to live up to this feeling of his today. As such, many of his daughters and a few of his granddaughters have been drugged to make them compliant.”
Jill Goldman. Kissed to death.
Oh, my God. I can’t believe that Dad is dead. I’m gonna miss him so much… I need someone to hold me. Let me ask that girl, she’s cute.
Would you hold me? I’m about to cry about Dad. OK, sure. My name is Jill, what’s yours?
Cynthia. Can I kiss you? Well, OK, I guess.
Jill had unknowingly drank some of the drugged drinks, despite not being one of Emmett's daughters. She is very passive and will do almost anything asked of her. Her father, Karl, is watching Cynthia and Jill make out with some interest.
She’s soft, her breasts are like warm pillows. And she kisses well. She tastes exquisite, almost like cherries. It’s been years since I kissed a girl. I forgot how much I like it.
“Would Jamie Cook and Mistress Charlene Cook, please come forward. As some of you may know, Emmett respected the mistress community, believing that they were instrumental in the subjugation of the rest of the female population. As such, Mistress Charlene was the only one of his hundreds of granddaughters to receive anything in his will. He left his slave-wife Dawn to her. Dawn will soon be over the coals and will be served as meat when she is done. Mistress Charlene had her tortured for 3 days before today, and she will be brought here to be a spit roast.”
Jill starts moaning and pulls back from Cynthia, who doesn't want to interfere with Reverend Calvin's eulogy, so she pushes Jill towards her and gives her a deep kiss. Jill starts to breathe heavily and nosily. To stop the noise, Cynthia pinches Jill's nose shut.
Got to keep Jill quiet until Calvin is done. Don’t want to attract any attention. God, she’s hot.
“Jamie was secretly converted while she was still in Emmett’s control, as were several others, but not all, of his 22 daughters. These secret slaves, as well as dozens of his granddaughters, with their father or guardian’s approval, have been given a cocktail of drugs in their drinks that should render them compliant with what is to follow. Mistress Charlene, please cut Jamie’s heart out as a blood sacrifice in your grandfather Emmett’s honor.”
As you wish, Reverend Calvin.
She’s starting to go limp, that’s not good, please hurry Charlene…
Mistress Charlene removes her top, to avoid getting blood on it, rips Jamie's top from her and pushes Jamie to the ground. Charlene pulls her knife and stabs it into Jamie's chest and begins to cut her rib cage so she can remove the heart. Jamie does not survive this, obviously. After a few moments of work with her knife, Charlene reaches into Jamie's chest and pulls out her heart.
Mistress Charlene sacrifices Jamie Cook
Reverend, here is the slut’s heart. What shall I do with it and the rest of her body?
“Toss the heart into one of the fire pits that are being prepared for the spit roasts and put the slut’s body in the growing pile of snuffed sluts bodies. She, like the rest of them, will be fed to the animals in the Eastlake zoo.”
Jill falls to the ground, not breathing.
Oh shit, I may have killed her!
Dear, what is your name? You see, it looks like you just snuffed one of my slaves without my permission. Ah, Cynthia, Cynthia McCall, I’m one of Emmett’s daughters. Is your husband here? No, he didn’t come. He wanted to break in his new slave. Are you a free woman, or has your husband enslaved you? I’m a free woman. Well, then in that case, you have two options, you can volunteer to be converted, and I will buy you, or you can take your chances with the courts. I want to warn you that killing an asset slave is a felony and there are several witnesses to your crime. Oh. Can I pay you her value? Fred gave me my own bank account. That might be higher than you can afford because she was not only an asset slave of my firm, she was also my daughter. As such, I feel that you should take her place in some way. You look like you would make a fine sex slave. Oh. Make up your mind. Well, I’ve heard about what happens to women that go in front of a judge in Eastlake. I have no desire to be a public torture victim, followed by being killed in some bloody manner. I’ll volunteer. Excellent, let’s go talk with Mr. West.
Cynthia and Mr. Goldman walk over to where Mike and the rest of the Spellbook staff are waiting.
Cynthia McCall, new slave
Mr. West, this is Cynthia McCall. She wants to volunteer to be converted, then I will purchase her. Seems she accidentally snuffed my daughter Jill and doesn’t want to go before an Eastlake court for felony destruction of property.
A blood test proves that Cynthia is neither on drugs nor pregnant. The transaction rapidly takes place.
OK, dear, please strip. Here? Yes, of course here. You’re a sex slave now. Sex slaves don’t wear clothing. OK OK, what? OK, master? Yes, please remember that, or you will join Jill. Now go over to the cleanup crew and have Jill’s body added to the wolf feed pile.
OK, girls, I’ve been researching Oklahoma slave culture and laws. I found out about something called “SINO” or “Slave In Name Only”. Seems that there is a yearly Oklahoma tax for registering a slave that way, but it does give the slave some protections as long as the tax is paid. I have registered you as SINO and paid the tax effective this morning. Next semester all of you are going back to school, and Ella, once you graduate from Tesla, I’ll send you Eastlake University, assuming that is what you want. All of you will be allowed to have friends, even boyfriends, but I have to meet them and approve of them. Obviously, none of you will be joining a sorority, there is just too much risk there. As far as living arrangements go, we are not all going to try to sleep in the same bed anymore, as much fun as that was, there really isn’t enough room on a queen-sized bed for 4 people. I’m exchanging my queen-sized bed for a king-sized, and buying a set of twins for the guest bedroom. One of you will take turns spending the night with me on a rotating basis. Only have big four person orgies as a special occasion, like when we introduce Ella to penetrating sex. You need to let me know when you want that, but don’t take too long, or I might just tie you spread eagles on the bed and have my way with you. Just kidding, more or less, but don’t take too long.
Morning at Spellbook Slaves
Thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, this is Thomas, how may I help you?
Yes, this is Isaac Barton, and I think I’ll need to talk to Mr. West directly about this. I want to buy all your goth slaves, but let them more or less keep their current position at your establishment.
Yeah, that sounds like a Mr. West problem, way over my pay grade. Let me get Mr. West on the phone for you.
Mr. West, Sheila and I were talking last night, and we came to the decision that we really like watching girls and women being tortured and murdered, not just unholy redheads, which is its own special thrill, has been for decades. What we like to propose is that we buy all your torture room slaves, the dark ladies, and have them move in with us. We would have 2 of them be on duty during each of your shifts for emergency killing, but the rest be ‘on call’ for more major, time-consuming torture and death sessions. We would provide the dark ladies with transportation to and from your establishment. The only thing we ask is 24/7 access to watch the torture and killing in your torture chamber, and that you call us in time to make it to your establishment to view the torture or killing. We are willing to pay a gratuity to the party wanting the activity if they will wait for us before they begin.
Four practice slaves for the goths.
We would also like to set up a monthly supply of slaves for the dark ladies to keep their skills up on, both torture and murder. Say four at a time, they don’t have to be grade A or sexually skilled, however both of those would be nice, but in general just teenage or under 25 and have no tattoos. Tattoos are a deal killer. You can have their bodies after we are done with them, for your meat shop. We would also like to get in touch with whoever designed your torture room to help us set up our basement as a torture chamber. Don’t need all the death machines, but do need the rest. We, of course, would pay you for his time and effort. And I’d like to change the unholy order to include any women with inflated breasts, not just redheads. Automatically add them to our account and text us that you have them, with a photo. We will let you know if we want to play with them. Once you have processed them, and we have said we want to play with her, have the on duty dark ladies put them in strappado while they await our arrival. If it will be more than four hours before we arrive, have the unholy taken out of strappado and given 50 lashes, then returned to strappado. every four hours until we do arrive. The only reason why we might not make it in short order, assuming normal business daytime hours, is because we are either out on the town, have pressing business or perhaps on a trip. We will notify you if we are going out of town for more than a day, as that well effect the shift hours of the dark ladies, as we would be taking Faith along with us.
Let me get this straight. You want to take over room and board for six of my slave workers, one of which you have already bought, yet I get to keep them to work here for free? You want to hire Alex as a consultant for setting up a torture chamber at your house? Plus you want a standing order of four, teen or early 20s, slaves a month where we get their meat once you have snuffed them? All you want is to watch the use of the torture room? You are also expanding your ‘unholy’ list to all fake — breasted bimbos, not just redheads?
Yes, that’s it. We are retired and have a fairly large amount in our retirement fund and would like to spend it on having fun, we don’t have any heirs to pass it on to, and you can’t take it with you, so we are spending it on girls. Our investments and rental properties cover our extravagant lifestyle, so the fund is all ‘mad money’ Of course, our idea of fun isn’t really something that normal people would do. Of course, it’s more common than it used to be, it’s just more expensive to be a serial killer than it was before, now that you can just buy a victim. There is no need for any of us to return to our hobbies and habits of the 20th century
Did he just say they were serial killers before the turn of the century? Sure sounded like it. He did say that he’s been killing unholy women for decades. Not my problem, don’t even know if there is a cold case with redheads with implants going missing in Oklahoma, or for that matter in the whole country. Issac is a good reliable repeat business client. He was spending about 78 thousand a year on unholy redheads. Now that he is expanding the list of what is unholy I suspect he will be spending more. Down side is that we are gonna be missing out on the fake tits sex slave market, but they are paying about seven hundred fifty above market price for slaves with fake tits, so it really doesn’t matter, plus, of course, the video and streaming media money. Of course once word gets out that slaves with larger fake tits don’t get resold and tend to have snuff videos made of them, that might effect the number of bimbos sold to us. Worry about that later.
Well, I’m not seeing a downside here. Come on in and pick them up. Do you want the first month of slaves today, and do you want me to bill it to your account? Your total amount on your account would be 25500, including Faith and the three unholy redheads. I’ll cut you a deal and say twenty-five thousand even.
Capital! Put in on our account, and yes, I think we need the practice sluts today. At least one redhead, even if she’s not unholy, if possible.
I’ll need to tell Alex to get another group of suck slaves for the torture room, looks like that goth girls are gonna be to busy to do that any more. I’ll have him get grade A, with high oral skill ratings this time around.
Later that morning, Spellbook Slaves.
May I help you, Mistress?
Mistress Charlene Cook
Yes, you may. My name is Charlene Cook. This is Dawn, I inherited her from my granddad. Technically, her last name is also Cook also. Actually, I’m not sure about that, she’s a slave now, so she has whatever name her owner gives her. Doesn’t really matter, her name later this week is main course. But I’m getting off-topic here, she was my granddad’s 4th and final wife. I don’t like her. Actually, it’s closer to hate. She was a real bitch to me ever when I visited granddad. She seemed to think that because she had out lived his previous trophy wives, by some years, without being converted and sold off, she was better than most other women and that she had granddad wrapped around her little finger. She really didn’t hide her scorn for me or my job. I am a mistress, even if I’m not working as one right now full-time. Insurance adjuster might not be the best or most sexy job in the world, but it’s an honest, needed by society job, which is more than she ever had. And I’m on the fast track to management. She, on the other hand, was a dancer at one of those free women topless clubs, which is where she met granddad. They got married, after a few months, right after he sold wife number three. He converted Dawn secretly at some time late in his life. He told me he was proud of me for making something of myself and getting a mistress license, the only one in the family to do so. He offered to send Dawn to class for it, but she laughed at him and said no, she already knew how to treat slaves. I suspect that’s when he decided to make her a slave. Anyway, I want her put under torture for the next three days then delivered to Southern Hills Country Club at noon on a spit ready to be roasted.
Ah, Southside rich people, never change. Your weird family relationships account for 75% of our business. This is gonna be almost 2 grand for next to no capital outlay.
You do understand that torture really doesn’t affect the taste of the slave meat, don’t you?
Dawn Cook, 4th wife of Granddad Cook, soon to be called “Main Course”
Yes, I know that, I just want her to spend her last days in pain, knowing that her beloved husband wanted this for her. I don’t have space for a live-in slave right now, no matter how fun it would be to torture her, so snuffing her seems like the best idea. I’d do it myself, but we are having granddad’s wake in three days, and I’d like her to be part of the meal, ideally the main course. I just don’t have the equipment you need to properly cook and serve up a meat slave. I am not sure if having her butchered is what granddad would have wanted, but he knew my living situation when he willed her to me, so I suspect he knew that she was not long for this world.
OK, what sort of torture would you like for her?
Dawn in strappado
Well, strappado in a full Shibari harness, to include a crotch rope and ball gag, when she’s not being actively tortured. Actively torture her every two hours for two hours. For active torture, I want fifty lashes of hard flogging, with a bull whip, then being pulled on the rack. Hot wax dripped on to her tits, belly and cunt, while she’s on the rack. After the wax cools, scrap it off and start anew. After thirty minutes on the rack, remove her and give her fifty lashes again, then return her to the rack and repeat the cycle until the two hours are up. For one thirty-minute period on the rack, shove a cattle prod up her cunt. When she’s in strappado do some breast and nipple piercing with heated steel skewers. A few brands on her ass while she’s in strappado. Maybe some piercing of her thighs and upper arms if they can do it without massive blood loss. I don’t care if you dislocate her shoulders or hips while she’s on the rack. Of course, sleep, and food deprivation goes without saying. Limited water, just enough to keep her alive. The biggest thing is she lives, in extreme pain, until she goes on the spit and ideally the fire.
We can clean her out so that she doesn’t have to be gutted, which dramatically increases a sow’s chance of surviving being spitted. It’s rather unpleasant in its own right, if not quite torture. A course of strong laxatives for 3 days that would clean out an elephant and three times a day for three days hot water, soap suds enemas will flush even the dirtiest slut clean, with an ice water hose off when she soils herself. We don’t need to worry about kidney damage, she’ not going to live long enough for that to matter. Southern Hill’s Country Club has a couple of Hill’s Meat’s special spitting machines that have an 85% survival rate for a full spit. Southern Hills rents to qualified users with training certificates. We have two people on staff with those certificates. We could spit her on one of those, and that almost insures that she lives long enough to go on the fire alive.
I did not know they had those. They didn’t have them last time I was at one of their slave roasts, they just had some old school Jessica 3000, but that was several years ago. I know they do have some live slave roasting brackets, but I want Dawn to be spitted like the pig she is. Rent one of those machines for her spitting instead of using your Jessica if you don’t mind.
Dawn, dear grandma, I know you always wanted me to call you that. Well now I am for the last time. Have a nice life. Well, not nice for you maybe, but you know what I mean. I’ll see you again as you get spitted.
This girl knows what she wants and it’s a bit scary. I suspect she’s gonna rise up in the ranks at her insurance company fairly fast. I wouldn’t want to be a slave worker in her office once she gets put in charge of discipline, Or for that matter a free worker when she gains the right of invoking contract conversions. I’d offer her a job, but other than being a sadist and a mistress, she really doesn’t have a skill set we need right now.
Three days torture is 1500, and we have a 300 dollar snuff fee, so that’s eighteen hundred, cash, debit, or credit card. That doesn’t include rental of the machine, but that’s between you and the country club. For some members, several uses of it are included in their yearly fees; otherwise, it’s by the hour and I don’t really know what they charge for that.
Thirty minutes later, Spellbook Slaves
Floor Model Only, Not For Sale.
Hello! What can we do for you, miss?
My name is Samantha Lancaster, and I’ve got a weird idea, that I’d like to do. Can I act as a display model without being a slave? I mean as a job? Being considered nothing more than an object is my deepest fantasy.
Then why don’t just volunteer? With your looks, assuming even half decent sex scores, you would be a sex slave within the week. Sooner than that, as you would be one here until you are sold.
I also know that slaves that look like me are often tortured and killed for the sick amusement of people, normally men. That’s why I want a job as an object. I tried being a living mannequin at Macy’s, but it wasn’t satisfying enough. They were looking at the clothes I was wearing, not me. I want people to look at me like I was an object.
Let me ask the boss.
Mr. West, we’ve got a prime blonde that wants a job, not being a slave, but a job, being a display model for us. She’s pretty emphatic she wants to be objectified, but also doesn’t want to take the risk of being a slave.
Send her in.
Let me see if I understand you right. You want to be a display model, as a job, but not be a slave. You want to be totally objectified. I can do that, I’ll have a contact written for you, my lawyer slave can write damn near any contract and do it quickly. But let me warn you, your contract is going to specify that if enough money is offered for you, you will be converted and sold.
How much is enough?
Let’s say five thousand, that will be in the contract. At that price, it’s almost a guarantee you are being bought as arm candy, not as a pain or snuff slut, but I can’t guarantee that. There are some wealthy people that would like to see women that looks like you slowly put to death in a great deal of pain. Just warning you about what you are asking for.
What about pay and work schedule? I want as close to the slave experience as I can get without really being a slave, but I would rather not work 24/7 or for free.
Well, how about fifteen hours a day, six days a week, starting at seven in the morning, minimum wage, Tuesdays off, that’s our slowest day anyway. With those hours, you get about 650 per week, before taxes. You may be put in bondage as part of being a demo. That will be in the contract. Also in the contract will be that for one hundred dollars, you will give a customer a hand job and let them cum on your face. For three hundred dollars you give a blow job, doing deep throat if that is what the customer wants, and they either cum in your mouth or on your face. You will swallow. You will also, for three hundred, go down on any woman who wants you. You will continue until the customer cums or tires of you. We will have open negotiations about other types of sex or light torture. You will not be tortured in a way that will leave with any visible after effects. You will get half of any money made by performing any sex act. You sleep in the worker slaves’ room. When you are not in the demo cage, you are available for sex to any member of staff or work slaves. That should give you close to the slave experience, but not really risking your life.
I can live with that. In fact, that’s more than I imaged could happen. It’s precisely what I want. When can I start? I’ve already resigned from my day job, sold most of my clothes and stuff. I told my landlady that I was moving out, and she’s already rented out my room.
What would you have done if I said no about this job? And what if it didn’t come with room and board?
I don’t know. Live in a shelter for a while, maybe work as a dancer at Free Tits, or one of the other free women strip clubs. But that doesn’t matter, you gave me my dream job. So, can I start today?
Sure, I’ll send the details to Harleigh and have her draw up the legal document.
Great! Let me change into a see through teddy then put me in the demo cage, I’ll take your word for it that you won’t sell me until we get that contract signed.
You have my word. Should get that contract out to you by early evening.
I should have told her that if someone pays five grand for a slave the slave is either being taken as a wife substitute or is being bought by a media company to use as an attractive pain and snuff victim. If Ashlyn from The Torture Channel found out about her, she would get bought up in a heartbeat and made into a season long pain show. Which reminds me, need to make sure that Justin never finds out she is actually purchasable as a slave. If he does Ashlyn will be down here the very next day waving money around. If Hill’s saw her they would try to bargain her price down, but they might just get her at five grand to use at one of their advertisement public spit roasts. Well, Samantha, I really hope this is what you really want, because there is no way this ends well for you. The contract will not have an end date and with drawing from the contract is cause for conversion. Hope she just signs it with out really reading it. Your best option is being a bought and paid for trophy wife for some new money asshole from Southside.
Early Afternoon Spellbook Slaves.
Hello! My name is Alex, what can I do for you?
Sonia Cook, Ed’s youngest daughter.
My name is Ed Cook, and I’ve got sort of a problem that you can fix for me. My father just passed away and part of his will was that I convert the girls over the age of consent in my family, and to convert the others as they come of age, to get most of my inheritance. So want to convert them all. Sonia here, I want to convert and have tortured for three days, then delivered to Southern Hill’s Country Club to be a spit roast at my father’s wake.
Ah, that rings a bell, let me check something from the morning shift. That’s what I, thought. Do you know that there is already a slave being tortured and planned to be spit roasted at that wake all ready? His fourth wife, according to this. Turned in by a Mistress Charlene Cook. A relative of yours?
Yes, she’s my eldest daughter. Charlene must have decided to torture and snuff Dawn. Not surprised, there was a lot a bad blood between them. Dad knew that and decided to get revenge for some reason on Dawn. If he hadn’t been ill for the last 6 months, I suspect he would have just sold Dawn off. She had just about reached her shelf life.
Does having your, well, in theory, stepmother being tortured and planned to being a spit roast at your father’s wake change your plan for Sonia?
No, not at all. Torture Sonia the same way as Charlene is having done to Dawn, she has that mistress license and knows what to do for good torture. I’d be a lost beyond just whipping her. There will be a bunch of people at the wake, and Dawn will not be enough meat. Not sure that even two will be enough. Any way, the rest of the girls are at this address. Can you pick them up? They don’t know that they are being converted, they think I’m only converting Sonia.
We can do that for you.
The senior Mr. Cook is going to have one hell of a wake. Based on what I’ve seen so far, need to have a major presence at the wake if we can. If the rest of the family is like these two, there will be some spontaneous conversion taking place there.
Ed Cook’s Home Southside Eastlake
Ed Cook’s Family
Hello, I’m Evan, and we’re from Spellbook Slaves, and we’ve got a capture order for Etta, Lydia, Arlene, Patty, Annie, Tammy, Cassandra, Katherine, and Kristina Cook. Ed Cook converted them today and wants them brought to the shop and possibly sold to us, assuming that they pass the convertible status test, which in this case means not pregnant.
Ed would never do that! There must be a mistake, he was only going to convert one girl, make her a roast for his dad’s wake. He couldn’t have decided to convert all of them.
I’m afraid he did. Something about his father’s will. Here’s the documentation. Don’t make us use force. By Oklahoma law we can use any force less than lethal on any person preventing a slave capture, so unless you want to be tasered and your house trashed, you better tell me where we can find them.
Please put up a fight. I want to do some violence today. Haven’t done that in weeks, maybe months.
No, you don’t need to use force. I was afraid this would happen. Ed was a bit weird after hearing his father’s will. The girls are all out back, skinning dipping in the pool. I still really don’t believe he’s doing this. I thought we agreed that Sonia would be the only one, I’m still in shock here.
Well, he did. We will just take custody of the slaves and be on our way. Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Cook.
Damn. Women are getting way to passive. I know it’s genetic now, but they seem more accepting of their fate as the years go by. Must be something in the water. If it keeps up like this I’ll not to even need to carry a taser, much less use one.
Etta, Lydia, Arlene, Patty, Annie, Tammy, Cassandra, Katherine, and Kristina Cook, I have a capture order for you. You have been converted to slave status and need to come with us. We are allowed to use any level of force to implement this capture. Please come with me or face the consequences.
I can’t believe dad converted us all! I thought he was just converting Sonia! This can’t be happening!
Well, it is. Now come on sluts, I haven’t got all day. If you don’t start moving, I’ll shoot a few of you to start. My orders, approved by your father, say that I can kill up to three of you. So, what’s it going to be. Go to the van or risk being one of the three getting shot. And if you aren’t shot, and you still don’t want to go, I’ve got enough tasers for all of you. One way or another, you, or your carcass, is going in the van. Your only prayer is that you are pregnant, which means you can’t be converted.
Please put up a fight. I’m gonna shoot the short one, the one with the head band, and the blonde. Come on, daddy want to do some murder on some sweet little teen meat. Come on it’s been months since I got to even taser a slut. I need to shoot some of you, I really need it,
Ok, no need to get violent about it, we’ll come along quietly.
Damn it.
Kara Cook, Ed’s wife
Mom! Why are you naked! Do you know what these men are doing here?
Yes, I do and if your father wants to sell all of you off, he doesn’t get to keep me. My name is Kara Cook and I want to volunteer to be a slave along with my daughters.
Well, damn, I didn’t bring a volunteer test kit with me, I should have, so we can’t tell whether you’re on drugs or not. We’ll test you at the shop when we test your daughters for being pregnant. Get in the van with the slaves. We should have room, might be a bit tight, it’s only rated for 9 in the back seats. Of course, I can make it easier if I just shoot one of them, that would mean you wouldn’t have to squeeze in, do you want me to do that? Which one? Make up your mind quickly, or I’ll just shoot the short one. She doesn’t look like she’s worth much alive anyway.
Put the gun down, Lydia can sit on my lap.
Have it your way. Just for the record, your daughters are roughly grade B, maybe B+, which means that they aren’t going to sell for much, but you are grade A MILF. That grade and class is in high demand right now, hope you like being a sex slave.
And there goes my last chance of committing violence of any sort on these sluts. Damn it.
Spellbook Slaves, 30 minutes later
Ok Boss man, got the 9 daughters and the mother decide to volunteer to be with her daughters.
Kara! Why did you do that?
Well, Edward, if you are taking all the girls, you don’t need me either. Buy yourself a bed mate with your blood money. They tell me that I’m probably going to be made in to as a sex slave, so how does that feel? How does it feel to know that your darling wife will be doing nothing but getting fucked and sucking dick?
Well, to be real honest, Kara, I’m fine with that. I was thinking of selling you anyway, just after the wake, so this works out OK, just the timing was off. So, Mr. West, what can I get for the whole package?
Well, because Kara volunteered, you don’t get anything from her, but I can offer seven fifty each for your daughters. I’ll make you a deal and take all nine for seven thousand, that’s two fifty more than normal.
Well, I wish I had known that Kara was going to volunteer, so I could have sold her as well, but I’ll take the seven grand. Actually, I would have just given them to you, converting them gives me my three million from Dad’s estate. He didn’t mention Kara, but did list the girls, by name, as needing to be converted before I got the money. Yeah, I guess it is blood money like Kara said, but it’s a lot of money. I can always get a new wife and start over.
Yeap, Southside family. Money is much more important than family. I wonder what they did before the law changed? Birth rates were still spiking like they are now, and there still was a strong female to male birth ratio, in favor of girls.
Fifteen minutes later at Spellbook Slaves
Ed! What are you doing here?
Well, Johen, I sold off the family because of Dad’s will. Are you here to do the same thing? Want to warn you, sell Mackenzie as well, even if she’s not listed in the will. I didn’t sell Kara, but she volunteered anyway, so I didn’t get anything. I have been told there a good market for sex slave MILF types. Mackenzie should qualify for that. I got 750 each for the girls. You should get at least that, maybe more, I’ve always thought your daughters were hot.
That’s almost too much information, Ed. But while we are sharing secrets, I’ve always wanted to fuck Kara in the ass. Might have a chance at that now! Just kidding, but really I do want to anally plunder her.
It’s 150 an hour for renting a sex slave, just putting that out there. And, yeah, Kara is going in the sex slave room until she gets sold or snuffed. Average turn around time on sex slaves is about a week, so make up your mind fairly soon.
Or I could just buy her. Is that OK with you, Ed?
Why should I care? I was going to sell her off soon any way, and she volunteered for this. Just in case it matters, she hates taking it up the butt. I’ve needed to get her almost black out drunk to get her to agree.
Oh, better and better. Real anal plunder, just like a pirate! So, how much is she selling for?
Well, a grade A MILF normally goes for thirty-five hundred, but I’ll give you a family discount and knock two fifty off that.
OK, I’ll buy her. What can I legally do to her after I buy her? I mean, can she say no or anything?
Dude. You’re from the Southside, where selling off family members is practically a spectator sport. Your father owned slaves. It’s been 24 years now, there is non stop media about slaves. The even get snuffed on national TV. Even broadcast TV has some torture shows. Granted their mild torture and they keep a bathing suit on for the whole thing, but still… Why don’t you know there are effectively no limits on what you can do to a slave?
Anything your twisted little mind can come up with. She literally has less protection than a family pet. You can be charged with animal cruelty for hurting your dog or cat, but those laws, explicitly, do not apply to slaves. The only thing you really can’t do is use her to commit crimes. If you do, it’s like you did it, so you would be the one arrested. Normally, when that happens to the slave, depending on the crime, she is either sold off or killed. A lot of that depends on how the judge feels about it and if it’s a felony or not.
Any way, the reason I came here, before I was distracted by Kara’s ass, is that I need to sell my daughters, like Ed suspected. They are all in Eastlake University right now at some function being held by their sorority Delta-Delta-Delta.
Johen, then you better sign the papers converting them fast, tri-delta parties have a tendency to result in mass conversions. If your request for conversion is time date stamped before theirs, it takes priority.
OK, where do I sign?
Yeepers, damn sure need to make sure we have a strong presence at the wake. If the extended family is like the close family there is gonna be many conversions to be had. I think I’ll attend in person
Spellbook Slaves, I know. I recognize the van. Why are you here? We haven’t called for a slaver for this party yet. I am not sure why you are here, to be honest. Granted we’re all getting topless, which can lead to random acts of sex, which might lead to a conversion or two, but nothing big was planned tonight.
No, We’re here for, let me check the list, some of these names are hard to say. Anyway looks like Sybyll, Bethsabe, Florence, Sara, Patience, Amphillis, Myrna, and Sara Cook. Their father converted them and this is a capture. I’m sure you know the drill, don’t interfere with the capture, or you might get tasered or worse. Actually don’t help, we haven’t trashed a chapter house in a few years, that might be fun. So, are you going to help or do we get to have some fun?
You’re not trashing the house tonight! Most of the girls are all out by the pool. Those that aren’t are practicing for the chapter suck off next week. I don’t think any of the Cook girls are doing that. They aren’t on the list of contestants. Hmm. Might make the contest so the losers of it gets converted. I’ll give you a call if the officers decide that should happen. Let me called the Cook girls together for you. Follow me gentlemen.
Oh, we’re not gentle, at least not on the clock anyway.
Damn it. Another chance at violence thwarted by female passivity. Of course from what I hear, just being in this sorority is like being a volunteer as it is.
Cook girls! All of you! I need you to gather. These men are from Spellbook Slaves, and they are here to take you in. Your daddy sold you. Please go quietly, I don’t want them roughing up the whole chapter like what happened last year. Ended up losing most of the pledge class to charges of preventing a capture. The rest of you girls, help these gentlemen get the Cook girls in the van and secured. Be nice to them, they most likely will be taking you in later. If you want to be converted tonight, just get in the van with the Cooks, I’m sure that they will take you.
If it matters, this is just getting you getting converted a month early, you don’t have to wait for next month’s all Greek party. You all are on the list of sisters to be converted. Of course, so is about half the sorority, now we need to add eight more to the list. Seems that the Kappa Alpha Order wants several tri deltas sooner rather than later. So it looks like you’re not going to be frat boy slaves. Or on the menu at one of their feasts. I am not sure if that’s a good thing or not, depends on who buys you. Have a good life and good luck with your new masters.
We got all eight of the Cook girls, but it was weird. Damnedest thing ever. The whole sorority helped us capture them. They didn’t put up anything like a fight and went quietly to the van. A couple of the other girls almost volunteered, but they chickened out at the last minute.
Yeah, tri-delta girls know that they are slave bait. There is a theory about them that if they join tri-delta so they are “forced” into slavery, so they are not being a slut and volunteering. Something like 80% of their members end up converted, which is high, even for a rich girl sorority in Eastlake. They have a mass conversion every other month or so.
Yeah, the girl in charge said something about an all Greek party next month. From what I understood, about half the chapter is being converted. Are we doing that conversion?
Don’t know, didn’t know about it, but yeah, we are EU’s slavers of choice.
So an all Greek party where a lot of the tri-deltas are going to be converted. That normally means that more than a few of the girls from the other sororities will be be converted as well. Plus frat boys doing PPC conversions. Something we really can’t afford to miss.
In the slave processing area.
So, Mr. Cook, I mean Johen, you want to sell your wife off as well as your daughters?
Yeah, Johen, sell Mackenzie so I can buy her and have her deep throat me. I seem to recall you bragging about her throat skills.
That is officially too much information. So, are we swapping wives now?
Looks that way. I think I’ll buy her as soon as they capture and process her, assuming you’re selling her. Come on, you’re getting Kara, let me have Mackenzie, it’s a fair trade.
I’ll give Ed the same family deal.
Yeah, OK. She would freak out if I brought Kara home any way. She’s at home now. Go and get her.
Wonder if Sam is going to sell his daughters or not?
And miss out on three million? Not bloody likely. Please remember, Irene was mentioned by name as well in dad’s will.
Well, yeah, Sam’s only got 5 daughters. And dad hated Irene.
Oh, I can tell you why dad hated Irene, she wouldn’t blow him when he asked. Didn’t understand that his son’s wives were also for him. I know that Mackenzie did at least a few times. Maybe every time we visited him, or he came by our house.
Yeah, Kara did him as well. Did we have sluts for wives, or was dad just a perv?
Why not both?
Wonder what my boy Carl is doing with the three slaves he inherited? He didn’t look all that happy when he saw them. I see his point though, those tits would scare plenty of men
Oh, I can tell you that. He traded them for some faux twinks who weren’t dumber than a post. He was treating them almost like girlfriends. Because we are the slaver of record for them, we got an update on their status, they were given protected status this morning. But the bimbos were tortured to death, and he was cool with that, just didn’t want to do it himself. Want to see their snuff video’s raw footage? The edited version will be for sale next week, we can let you have a sneak peek if you’d like. However, are you sure Carl isn’t gay? He was adamant about his new slaves being flat chested, “like a boy”.
Reasonably sure. My son had numerous girlfriends in school and no boyfriends. Actually, apart from his gaming group, he didn’t have many male friends at all, I think the only clubs he went to were straight teen hang out clubs. If he went to a gay club he didn’t use his card, I would have seen it on the statements. Of course, the girl he lost his virginity to was very flat chested, so he may have a type now. Funny, he’s the only male in the whole of his generation. No wonder dad gave him something, I’m just surprised it was just slaves, not some money. It’s funny, Johen I will treasure the look on Dawn’s face when she found out that not only was she a slave, she was being given to Charlene. Charlene is having Dawn tortured and served as a spit roast at dad’s wake, just like I’m doing with Sonia.
Yep, Southside family. Wife swapping in the 21st century. Wonder how long it will be before one of the “wives” get snuffed? The important question is will they pay to have it done here by trained professionals or just do an ad-hoc at home thing. Given the amount of money they seem to have, they might even have it done at home by a visiting team of pros. While that pays more, the down side is no snuff video to sell later.
Johen Cook’s house, 30 minutes later
Mackenzie Cook
Hello, I’m Evan, and I’m from Spellbook Slaves. Are you Mackenzie Cook?
Yes, I am.
Please come with me then, I have a capture order for you.
I figured this might happen. I know Johen is selling all the girls because of his father’s will, and I thought he might get me as well and make a clean sweep of it. So, do I need to strip now or not?
Well, either you strip or we strip you. To be honest, I would rather you not, so I can get all violent on you. So far, your family has been very cooperative, and I haven’t even needed to taser anyone.
No need for that. Now what happens to me?
Well, normally you would go in the sex slave holding room and kept as a working sex slave until you are sold or snuffed, but you’ve been already sold to your brother-in-law Ed. Your ex-husband bought Ed’s wife, Kara, just so he can fuck her in the ass. Ed wants you to deep throat him. Seems they are doing a wife swap in a way that the two of can’t object to.
Well, I’m getting the better end of that deal. I like to deep throat. Kara hates in the ass. If Ed wants I’ll take it in the ass.
You will do exactly what he asks of you. Disobedient slaves are treated very harshly here in Eastlake. The city even provides a torture service for those that can’t do it themselves for one reason or another and can’t afford to have it professionally done. Training for students in the high school torturer certification and mistress license classes.
Come on, please be ever a little bit disobedient right now, I need desperately to do some violence on a slave today. With so many mass pick up, I’m getting figurative blue balls. We’ve picked up more slaves today than we normally get in a week. And they have all been nice girls, calmly getting in the van.
Yes, of course. I just haven’t fully wrapped my head around Ed being my master, not just my brother-in-law. So, take me to my new master, no reason in putting it off any longer.
Spellbook Slaves Main Office, about an hour after the Cook Brothers left.
Hello! Welcome to Spellbook Slaves. Are you Sam Cook?
Yeah. I’m Sam Cook, how did you know?
Your brothers Ed and Johen left about an hour ago, after selling off their daughters and swapping wives. They said you might be by.
Well, yeah, I want to sell of all five of my daughters and Irene, my wife. It’s a condition of dad’s will. I really don’t want to sell Irene, but dad listed her by name. He seemed to have an issue with her.
Your brothers seem to think it’s because Irene didn’t blow him when he asked. Their wives did and your father though it was his right.
And that’s all the males in Granddad Cook’s immediate family, plus the one granddaughter he seemed to like. I’m gonna need to have a slave sell here pretty soon to ease up on the over crowding we are gonna have once all of these girls get processed and put in holding rooms. He had to have had some adult daughters, with 3 sons, he should have twenty or thirty, unless he’s on of those rare people that the virus didn’t change. Wonder why we haven’t heard from any of them, or their husbands, if they have one, assuming they even exist.
Hey Sam, I’ve got a question for you. Do you have any sisters?
Yeah, 22, over 4 wives, I think. No, wait a minute, Dawn didn’t have any kids. There was a rumor that she was sterile. Either that or dad wasn’t fucking her the normal way, and I’m not seeing dad not do that.
What did your dad’s will say about your sisters?
Nothing. It’s like they don’t exist to him, nor his grand children by them. He must have between 200 and 300 grandkids now. All girls apart from Carl.
Sam Cook’s house 15 minutes later
Sam Cook’s Daughters.Irene Cook, Sam’s Wife
Hello, I’m Evan, and we’re from Spellbook Slaves. We have a capture notice for Jeanette, Carolyn, Kathy, Marion, Nicole, and Irene Cook. Are you going to come quietly, or do we have to use force?
Please say we have to use force, you’re our fifth pickup today and we haven’t gotten to even use a taser yet, much less trash a house.
No, we’ll come quietly, we knew that Sam couldn’t give up the money his father was willing him if he converted all of us.
Damn it. Just once I want a non permissive pick up. Haven’t had one of those in months.
I’m going to ask you a personal question here, but do you have breast implants?
Well, yes I do. Does it matter? I’ve seen lots of sex slaves with fake tits, shouldn’t be that big of a deal.
You are going to have short and unpleasant life because of them. We have a client couple that likes to torture to death redheads with fake tits. Pays quite a lot to watch our goth girls do their thing.
OH, no, you’re not taking me in for that! I thought I would just be a sex slave, no…<ZAP>
At last! got to taser one. Women in this town are getting way too submissive, and spoiling all my fun. Might be something in the water.
What are you going to do to us? Please don’t taser us like you did mom. All our tits are real! We’re not resisting, please just take us in, we’ll go peacefully, just don’t taser us. Tesla tasers all the girls in the junior class sex and health class so we know what it’s like and, I at least, don’t want to have it happen to me again.
Of course you don’t want to be tasered, it’s not a fun thing. And you just heard me tell your mother she was gonna be tortured to death and you still are being submissive about this?
Well, you all look like you would make good sex slaves, bring your sex skill certificates with you. If you score high enough, it would make for what is probably a better life for you. Sex slaves tend to do better than just run-of-the-mill worker and servant slaves. Damn sure, better than what your mother is going to have.
Yes, we were all tested, let me go get the papers. We all tested really high. I scored high enough that the tester tried to pressure me into being a volunteer.
Yeah, me too, I think we all did. Like I would volunteer to that grease ball.
Back at Spellbook Slaves
I got all six. The daughters all have the looks and skills to be good 2nd maybe even first rank sex slaves, even if their tits are a little small. They are all pale redheads, which, I think, is the number one bestseller for sex slaves this month. And get this, the wife is an unholy redhead. Not massive bimbo sized tits, but noticeably larger than life. Plus, she put up a fight! I got to taser her. Do you know how long it’s been since I did that?
Ten weeks, four days. And she wasn’t the pickup, just some woman in the house that was started by you. She actually had her lawyer call us about it. That’s why I know. Anyway, I better give Isaac a call then, and text him the unholy’s picture. That’s four in one week. They must be in hog heaven about this.
Well, the law says any level of force less than lethal, and the bitch was in the way of the capture.
Yes, Evan, I know that, both parts of the story. You should be glad that the husband had installed a video camera in the living room and there was video of the capture. If he hadn’t, it would have been he said she said and a court case, but you got lucky. That’s why you still have a job, Evan, now shut up and let me make this call.
Isaac, this is Mike West at Spellbook, I’ve got some good news for you, we just got an unholy redhead. She’s in the torture room waiting for you all now.
Yes, I got the text, and we are interested in her, however your timing is less than ideal. We couldn’t do another unholy this afternoon. we are still setting up living quarters for the dark ladies. Keep her overnight, we and Faith will be there in the morning around 10 or so, assuming that the furniture store delivers on time. Make sure you keep in strappado and flog her every four hours.
OK then, see you then. I’m sure the in shift girls will have fun with her until you and Faith get here. Heidi has been asking if she can practice on some grade C girls, since no one cares if they have some cuts and bruises. To be fair, before Irene came in, I was considering letting her do some torture on a grade C or two. Now I don’t have to.
What the actual fuck boss? 5 pick-ups, all from the same family? Plus the 3 we got yesterday? What is going on in Southside these days?
Well, as I understand it, “Granddad” Cook left a large amount of money to his sons if they converted their families. It’s weird, but it not really the weirdest thing to come out of Southside. Well, it might have been the weirdest thing to come out of Southside in the past 5 years.
It’s been a weird day. Increased our temporary slave stock by almost 50% at, to be honest, cut rate prices. And there still is the possibility of more at Mr. Cook’s wake.
