Hill’s Fine Meat – White Slave Act of 2000

Hang the cow

Late morning, Hill’s Fine Meat.

Ding! It’s the door.

I look up, it’s a sort of thick brunette.

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

Two, I would like to hang the cow.

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

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

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

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

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

OK, but why be snuffed yourself?

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

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

Something the back of my head went “Click”.

What is your ex’s name?

Chris Fellows.

Oh, this is good.

Did the “cow” he left you for have a tattoo on her belly?

Yeah, I think so.

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

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

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

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

Later that day…

Ding!

Hello Mr. Fellows, are you wanting to sell this one as well?

No, not now, any way.

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

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

Well, you might want to wait until you see the alternate meat on the Vlad before you say that.

Oh my God, is that Wendy on the machine?

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

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

From the Vlad, Wendy speaks up.

Well, you called me meat bag when we were fucking. I knew you really wanted me as meat, not as your girlfriend.

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

Shut up and suck my cock, cow.

Yes, master.

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

I pushed the kill switch.

I’ve set it for 6 inches per minute, it’s going to take a bit for her to have it come out her mouth.

OH! GOD, IT HURTS

Oh, it hasn’t started to hurt yet.

AHHHHH

There we go. The needles just pierced her nipples and will be injecting a drug cocktail that should keep her from going into shock when she is gutted.

Oh, I didn’t ask, do you want her alive or dead when she goes over the coals?

Alive, if you can do it, but gut her alive.

Sure, just have to run the simple gutting, that will keep her lungs and heart in place, but remove her intestines and other organs. If we don’t do a gutting, a Vlad has an 85% survival rate. With a simple gutting, it’s still over 50%. Let me do that now…

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

I check my watch.

She should be barfing up any time now.

BLEEEPH

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

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

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

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

She will be $800, she’s just for making soup, and that’s not a big seller this time of year.

Fine. Run my debit card.

OK, Mr. Fellows, she is all yours.

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

Cindi didn’t want to get on the Vlad, having seen what it did to Wendy.

Get on the Vlad, or it will be much worse for you.

How could it be worse?

Well, you could get tasered, for starters.

Ever try to move a 300 plus cow from the floor to a spitting machine? It’s not as easy as it sounds. Took 3 men to do it. And two more applications of the stun gun to keep her down.

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

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

Yes, master, I’ve had girl meat. My dad converted his secretary and then mom roasted her. I promise not to get fat. I’ll barf her up if it pleases you. I barf up a lot of food. I don’t eat much even if I don’t barf it up, well, apart from cum. I’ll eat as much of that as I can get and swallow.

Girl’s Soccer Becomes a Little Interesting.

Spellbook Slaves, morning shift.

So, Mike, what do you know about girl’s soccer?

Very little. They seldom have “high stakes” games where the losing team is sold off, and they don’t tend to have cheerleaders, so that source is out as well. Why do you ask?

Well, Dutch Hall has an international “high stakes” game vs. a Japanese team. They are going to auction off “the team that does not win” at the end of the game. Granted, it appears that it’s their B team, but a teen athlete is a teen athlete. I got no clue about the Japanese team.

The whole team, or one at a time?

The entire team, as I understand it.

Do you have to be present to bid?

Yes, according to the flyer.

OK, have Scott bid if the majority of the girls look worth bidding on. We’ll deal with less than ideal slaves if we get some. Evan, take Ian and Vicky to help load them into the vans. Wait a minute. This is soccer. Don’t those frequently end in tie games? What happens then?

Well, they don’t say, but based on their wording and given it is Dutch Hall, I suspect that it means that both teams get sold.

Hmm. Make it so, number one.

You have been watching that space show reruns again haven’t you boss?

Just get the girls. Make sure you have enough space to take both teams if that happens.

On it boss. We’ll use the minibus and the larger van.

OK. You want me to go talk to whom? The coaches, the head ref, or what?

I suspect you need to talk to the head of athletics. Clear up what happens if there is a tie.

Excuse me Mistress, but I’m with Spellbook Slaves, and we have a question about what happens if there is a tie?

Well, that means neither team won, now, doesn’t it?

Well, that’s one way of looking at it. Also, neither team lost.

Well, the contract says won, so if it’s a tie, both teams get sold. And it’s not like it’s all that important, these girls are the B team mostly anyway.

Thank you, Mistress, I’ll pass that on to Mr. Branch. Why he didn’t know is a secret that he’s not sharing.

It might have something to do with no cheerleaders. They are really the only reason he watches games. Plus, he might be busy with that Mistress in Training class of his. I swear he spends more time with them than he does in general slaving operations. I’m planing on registering a complaint with the school administration about that if he doesn’t change his ways.

Ah, yeah, I’ll pass that on as well.

Thank you, please do that.

Mr. Branch? She says both teams get sold. And she’s not happy about the fact that you spend too much time training mistress and not enough time doing slaver work.

Yeah, she always says that. She’s pissed because she can’t give warnings to my students and most of the time, well, they are trivial things, so I don’t award a warning. I really do spend about 75% of my time dealing with “normal” students.

OK, welcome to the annual match with our sister school in Japan, the International School of the Blessed Heart. This year, well, we decided to make it high stakes. The team that isn’t the winner will be auctioned off at the end of the game. Plus, this year the game will be played nude, so they will be ready for the pitch side auction.

Allow me to introduce the team from Dutch Hall. Come on out ladies.

Rosemary Petersen, Viola Beard, Jan Stafford, Sherri Harvey, Felicia Stanton, April Jacobson, Maria Mann and Daisy McClain. They have all been conditionally converted, for this game only, with the full knowledge and permission of their parents. Take a good look at them, you might be buying them later today, but we hope not.

OK, let’s see the Blessed Heart team. Now they have 2 more than the normal maximum of 11 players, to allow for illness or injury before today’s game. The already played vs. Eastwood school in Dallas, Texas and won 2-1.

Sekiguchi Megu, Seno Maki, Kauai Hazuki, Enatsu Michiko, Ohori Kayami, Tokuma China, Kaneshiro Tanaka, Tsukiyomi Leiko, Takagaki Satsuki, Takano Fuyu, Kozato Taru, Kawakami Mariko and Senri Harukichi. Even though 2 of their players, Mariko and Harukichi, aren’t in today’s roster, all of them will be sold if they don’t win. They are aware of the risk they are taking, and it is with the full knowledge and permission of both their school and their parents. Let the game begin!

Ok, Vicky, care to clue me in on how long this may take?

Why would I know?

Well, you’re a girl and soccer is a girl’s sport mainly.

Well, I didn’t play it. Didn’t play any sport, too risky. Easy way of being converted. Of course, that ended up not mattering to me, but I tried.

Two 45 minute periods, Scott. I played in Jr. High.

Thank you, Ian.

10 minutes into the game:

Is it just me, or is this even more boring than baseball?

Hey, baseball isn’t boring! But yeah, this is pretty boring.

20 minutes into the game:

Is anybody going to score? And who do we want to win?

Don’t care, both teams look worth getting. Leaning towards wanting Dutch Hall to win, the “exotic” factor of the Japanese will help resale.

Half-time:

It’s still no score. This is boring. Can I go back to the bus and read?

No, we need to show support for our school.

Your school, not mine.

OK, let’s see if ANYBODY can score in this half.

15 minutes into the 2nd half

No score, still. This is really the most boring sport I’ve watched.

I got to agree with her.

Yeah, this is less than exciting. But look at this way, if nobody wins, we’ll probably get both teams. We don’t have much competition. The Torture Channel is just looking for cheap teen snuff bunnies and isn’t going to bid any where near parity. Hill’s left after seeing what the girls looked like, and We Be Slaves isn’t here at all. I don’t understand why Hill’s even came out, most athletic girls aren’t their general type, apart from parts girls, and they seem to have the redneck market for those all to themselves. Mike’s not really interested in parts girls for meat right now.

30 minutes into the 2nd half.

Still no score. Well, glad we got space for 21 girls, gonna need it at this rate.

45 minutes into the second half.

Wait, why didn’t they stop playing? What’s going on?

Oh, that’s stoppage time. It’s added on for time when the ball was off the pitch. It should only be 3 or 4 minutes.

Gee. Why don’t they just stop the clock like they do in football?

I have no clue. That’s just the way it’s played.

Stoppage time is over.

Well, it was, as they say, nil-nil. That means both teams are up. Let’s see how they are going to do this.

Gentlemen and Mistresses, this will be a sealed bid auction. Please take a bidding sheet for each team that you wish to bid on and place it in the provided envelope. We will use a public auction if we have matching bids.

OK, what are we bidding? Did Mike provide any guidance?

Of course not. But we normally buy these types for about 900, more for the exotics, when they come in. Let’s say 800 each for the American’s and 850 for the Japanese.

OK, that’s 6,400 for the Dutch Hall team and 11,050 for the Blessed Heart.

Works for me. Any input Vicky?

Not really. I’m not sure if those are really 900 girls, but we don’t know the sex scores, which would affect their price. The Dutch Hall will have at least some training, which should help, no clue about the Japanese. While I was watching this thrilling match, I googled the Japanese school. It’s taught in English and English is a required course, so they will all have at least passable English skills. Go with 800 and 850. That put them towards the bottom of grade B, which is what most of them are.

I looked them up. Most of the team has pretty good grades in their sex ed classes. One excellent, that would be Viola. And one not so good, Jan. Meh. OK. Let me fill out the forms then.

Several minutes pass

Gentlemen and Mistresses, on reviewing the sealed bids, Spellbook Slaves has won for both teams. You may take them from the field now.

OK, guys, go load them up. I think that the Dutch Hall team will all fit in the van and the Japanese team will go in the minibus.

Chinese Livestock Part 2

Spellbook Slaves, Late January 2025.

Hey, boss, just got an email from a “COFCO Group North America”.

And this matters to me, why?

Well, they are the American agent of the Chinese slave thing. They sell slaves by the cargo container or half container full. 15 per container, $4500 plus shipping, which seems to be 500 per container. They claim grade B+ or better. Don’t say what scale they are using, however. Based on the tone of the email, they are primarily selling to the livestock market.

And are we a livestock company?

Well, no. But they are cheap. Here, take a look at a sample set.

OK, if those are their samples, you would assume that they would put their best on it. Only a couple of those women are grade B, and most of them are lower than that. Think we’ll pass on them for now. Not really in our wheelhouse. The only thing we could use them for is torture viewing, and most of those are from slaves the client provides. I can tell just by looking at the samples that Isaac and Sheila aren’t going to want to watch them. Hmm. I see that they say that their English skills are “none to minimal”. That really rules them out because after sex slaves, work slaves are our bestsellers and if they can’t understand English, they will not be any good as a worker. Hard pass, unless they have some actual high appearance score girls with at least some English skills. I suspect those will not be sold in lots of 15 or even 7.

Hill’s Fine Meat, same morning.

Mr. Hill, you know about the Chinese slave thing?

Yeah, why?

Well, we just got an email about buying them in lots of 15 or 7. We can get 15 “B+”, or at least that is what they are saying they are. For about the same as two A+ costs us now, or 7 for what a single A+ costs.

Hm. Can’t hurt. Order seven. If all else fails, we have a sale on girl steaks and burger meat.

Just seven?

Yeah, no need to over commit until we know what we are getting.

The next day

OK. I’m glad we only ordered half a container. We’ve got one maybe, A grade slave, the rest are B at best. Take the tall one with the acceptable tits out of the line-up and put her in the pens with the other spit muffins. Butcher the rest for parts. Not buying any more batches of them. Single that we can see a photo of before we buy, only.

Sure thing. But they were cheap, got to admit that.

We can get C and B class girls by the bus load, and often at about the same prices. Parts girls are never a problem getting. The Westside provides us with way more than we need every day.

OK, I can take a hint.

Only if applied with a sledgehammer. So how’s are those sisters of yours doing? I think you owe me a few blonde white girl slaves.

I’ll see what I can do. Dad’s been moaning about food costs, and he wants some money for a vacation, so I think I can get the oldest three at least. Most of us are tired of them anyway. Melissa has even stopped giving blow jobs, saying it “too weird” to blow her kin folk. I mean, it’s not like we are fucking them. Not a that big of a deal.

You do that. And you might keep your job.

Same Morning, “We Be Slaves”

Hey, I just got an email from the China slave company. They provided a photo of some sample slaves and say that they are available in lots of 15. For some reason, they have their figure sizes labeled. Not sure why, they all look like skinny A cup.

Whatever, order 2 cases. Containers, whatever. Even if they are ugly as sin, we need some torture slaves. The Westside crowd is getting tired of only having redneck bitches to watch being tortured and snuffed. Having some “exotic” cunts might help our bottom line, plus they are cheap, even cheaper than trailer trash.

Henry’s Job Interview

So, Mr. McCall, can I call you Henry? I’m Mike West. I own this place and I want to know, why do you want to work here?

I hate questions like that. I never have much to say apart from “I want a job here”

Sure, you can call me Henry. But as to your question, well, I’ve lost my job at Hill’s Fine Meat, and I’d like to keep in the white slave industry. After working in it for 8 years now, the normal truck driving sort of job just doesn’t cut it. I would have liked to have stayed at Hill’s, but things happened.

About that. Is the story going around really true?

Well, shit. Might as well lay it out then.

Do you mean, did I really process Cindy Hill? Yes, it’s true. She, and a dozen or so of her Delta Gamma sisters, got swept up in a honey pot slave trap down town. We’ve had the White Slave Act on the books for 24 years now, longer than she’s been alive, you would think that the heir to “Hill’s Fine Meat” of all people would know better than to get drunk in public. For that matter, she should have known that a three for one lady’s drink special, in the middle of the week, was a trap. Perhaps she thought that she would be able to skip out on it because of who she was, and that the rest of her sorority sisters would be processed. I don’t care. All I know is that at 4:30 in the morning, a nude ball gagged drunk coed looks just about like all the other nude drunk coeds with ball gags if you are moving fast. Add in the fact that I hadn’t actually seen her in several years and didn’t know she had changed her hairstyle after she went to college. She had a pixie cut the day she was processed, but last time I saw her she had twin tails, like an anime girl. Well, with all that in mind, yeah, she went on a Vlad and I pushed the “spit the bitch” button. I do know that we had orders to process the whole batch as quickly as possible for some sort of Southern Hill’s Country Club meeting that morning. Some Chamber of Commerce annual meeting. For what it’s worth, she lived until she was over the coals. Mr. Hill didn’t see her until it was far too late. I understand that he put on a big show about how important this meeting was, and that he was roasting his daughter for it. He didn’t have much choice. Or he really didn’t care, I don’t know. I do know that I got fired as soon as he came back to the shop.

Well, there it is, laid on the table. The Eastlake Grand, the first place I applied at, for all their “Oh, we are so edgy, we trap women into being slaves” front they put on, more or less freaked when I admitted that I processed Cindy. Pfft, don’t they know that most, if not all, the women they “trap” into slavery are doing it deliberately. Doing a hi-mucky muck’s daughter that didn’t want to be converted, much less processed, must have hit a bit close to home for them, I guess. Their interview was, shall we say, very short after I told them I made the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the girl flesh business in the tri-state area a live roast. On a special machine, that just about guaranteed going over the coals alive if done in the next six to eight hours. For a function, he was putting on. I’m lucky that both the “complaint” from the bar, the city court conversion, and the country club process order were 100% by the book, or Old Mr. Hill would be out after me with murder charges. As it is, I’m having a hard time finding a job in the white slave industry. So here I am at Spellbook Slaves, with my hat in my hand.

Hmm. Just out of curiosity, how many slaves did you processed during your time at Hill’s?

Well, 8 years, 250 working days a year, about fifteen a day, so call it around 30,000. Plus or minus a couple of thousands. Not all of those were spits, in fact, most of them were guillotined and then cut up for parts. I just ran the guillotine most days. Normally, only 2 or 3 spit roasts a day. Why is that going to be an issue?

No, it’s not. I’ll grant that gives you and Josh a higher kill total than the rest of the staff put together. The goth girls in the torture chamber might want to get in your pants for that. Ask permission before you let them, they are slaves under a special agreement that doesn’t normally allow normal staff to have sex with them. If Issac, their owner, says you can, well, they are some of the best cocksuckers in Eastlake. But processing the wrong women will not be a problem here at Spellbook Slaves. The reason it’s not a possible issue is simple, really, we don’t bulk snuff slaves as a matter of business. Plus, I don’t have a daughter, so there is that. The daughters, stepdaughters, and nieces of employees know that them being “kin folk” of a worker here isn’t protection from conversion. We have converted numerous, at least a hundred, daughters and stepdaughters, as it happens, not to mention a dozen or so wives over the years. Not snuffed, granted, well, two of the wives were snuffed, but there were unusual circumstances there, but normally sold on the open market. Actually, it’s a bit complex what slaves we do torture or snuff, but it boils down to a client requesting it, which happens much more often than you would think. Like six or seven snuffs a week. Even more just want their slave tortured while they watch. We have a team of goth girls that do most of the torture and snuffing. The torture chamber sees some sort of activity more or less 3 or 4 times a day, seven days a week. We did have a contract with The Torture Channel to torture snuff a group of their former executives, but that has run its course. I’ve heard rumors that another branch of Global Media may want to do the same sort of thing next season.

But that doesn’t affect you. You will be working directly with Mistress Debby-Ann Davidson and her assistant Josh Hopkins as a pickup agent, where you will not be doing anything more dangerous than maybe Tasering a non cooperating woman. I’d expect that four or five times a week, possibly more. Mistress Debby-Ann will be carrying the shot gun, and it has beanbag rounds. If someone gets killed by your team, something has gone very, very, wrong.

Josh was in my team at Hill’s. He got dismissed at the same time as I did, for more or less the same reason. No problems there. And I don’t have any issues with working under a Mistress.

I’ll admit the reason I’m looking at you is, well, you don’t have much choice, and I need more workers. Here is my offer, take it or leave it. You work, at state minimum wage, for a month, directly reporting to Mistress Debby-Ann. At the end of that month, we either let you go, or give you a permanent position, at something like parity pay.

I do want to warn you that Debby-Ann gets horny a lot, and thinks that fucking or sucking co-workers is OK, and being a mistress she doesn’t have to worry about being PPC converted. We don’t have an HR department, so there really isn’t anybody but me to ask her to stop, and I don’t see any reason to. Expect her to come on to you just about daily. She does take “no” or “not right now” as an answer and doesn’t seem to hold a grudge about it. If you really make her happy, and you get really “lucky” she’ll take you to an Eastlake Mistress Association meeting, and you can have as many mistresses as you can handle. I am not sure if that’s a perk of the job or not. Some of the guys who have gone to EMA “meeting” really liked it.

That was better than I had hoped, even with out the boss lady who seem to like to fuck and suck her co-workers. I can live with this.

Where do I sign?