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.
Is this where you need to go first to have a wife snuffed and some disobedient daughters spiked?
If they aren’t slaves now, yes it is.
Cocksucking wife to hang
OK, well, my wife is one of the daughters of Mr. Cook, the elder, and I’d like to get in on that trust fund action. She and my most disobedient and least favorite twin daughters. Any way, my name is Stanley Owens. My wife, Alicia, is the slut with cum all over her face that just blew that rando over there under that gallows. I told her she could do whatever she wanted today, but I didn’t know they would be offering crazy money to snuff Cook kin. I also didn’t think it would bother me so much if she messed around with other guys. I figured it’s her Dad’s funeral, she should get to have some fun like I have any other time, right? … Well, it turns out I am more jealous than I thought I would be, so she’s getting snuffed after she finishes her tenth blowjob this afternoon. She’s been doing them under that noose, I think she secretly wants to be hung, and now I also want her hung, so she gets hanged. Win-win… probably….
Ok, fill out this form on my tablet for all three and add in “Southern Hill’s Country Club” to the buyer’s field, and we will take care of the rest. I’ll send someone over to capture her, check her blood to see if she’s pregnant, then hang her from that noose. It should be quick and easy, assuming you have $400 for our snuff fee?
Cards swiped through geometrically shaped payment devices and hands shook.
Ian! Go check and hang the woman under the number 3 noose.
On it boss.
Mrs. Owen? I need to get a blood draw from you, then I can hang you.
Do you want a blow job first?
Well, yes, but I really don’t have the time right now.
The blood test is run and Alicia isn't pregnant. She stands up, puts her head in the noose and tells Ian that she's ready. With that, Ian pulls the lever and the trap door opens. She dangles without trying to reach the knot, but her legs and hips flutter almost… or perhaps orgasmically. After several minutes, her body relaxes and she hangs still.
Mr. Owen, she’s dead now. Do you want to hang your daughters?
No, I think I’ll have them spiked.
OK, point them out to us, then Vicky will get the spiked.
Well, they are those two over by the wall.
Twins teens to spike
Are you sure you want to spike them? They look like A+, We can pay a good price for them.
Will you match the share and a half of the trust fund more that I would get if I have them snuffed today vs. just converting them?
Well, probably not. That depends on what the pay-out per share works out to be, but I suspect it will be out of our price range.
Then spike their ungrateful, disobedient asses. I just wanted a dual blow job, I didn’t even want to fuck them. To hear them go on, you would think I was making them into my personal sex slaves. The triplets did a three-way lick and suck, without even saying a word. Started as soon as I told them I wanted to play with them, they even acted like they enjoyed it. I think they actually might have! They’ve always been really affectionate. My cock got licked and sucked by three teens, and that’s why they’re my little angels, and not future lawn ornaments. Ana and Kate, on the other hand, have been nothing but walking corpses to me for about a year. It’s just been a matter of finding a good opportunity to make them stop walking, if you know what I mean. And this seems like the perfect one. I MEAN! CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY TURNED ME DOWN?!? SUCKING SHLONG… oops sorry, I got exited, giving BJs is in their blood! just look at their mom, I mean before you hung her, she was sucking everybody who came close to her, she even offered to blow the man that was going to kill her.
You know you can face fuck them once they are on the spike.
I think I might just do that. I brought some buds along today. I think once you snuff their asses, I’ll see if anyone wants to run a train on them until their brains realize they’re dead. OH! sorry, should have mentioned they aren’t going to expect being killed today, so you might have a bit of an issue with them.
OK, Evan, you and Vicky go get them. Sounds like you will need to Taser them first.
I hope they run… I haven’t gotten to chase anyone! Everyone has been so cooperative… I need to release the beast!
Are you the Owen twins?
On hearing that question, and seeing the Spellbook slavers, both of the girls turned and started running, rapidly getting out of the 45-foot range of the Tasers. Evan runs after one of them and brutally tackles her, the other one trips on a tree root and Vicky tasers the shit out of her as she lies on the ground.
Evan, what the fuck! You totally manifested that shit, dummy!
Yeah, you may be right. Get Mistress Greene and spike their asses. Make it as painful as you can, Vick.
Are you Ana or Kate?
Ana
You’re going on a spike. Usually, I wouldn’t tell you until we get closer, but I want you to dread it longer since you made me chase after you. Don’t even think about running now, I’ll taser your ass so fast it will your head spin. Just so you know, normally, when a father sells a daughter who looks like you, they end up having a fairly comfortable life as a sex slave. You should have blown your dad, and not made him mad. And you shouldn’t have run and made me mad. I think I can spike you up the ass without hitting your spine. I think that up the ass hurts more than in the cunt.
Vicky yanks the first of the Owen twin girls, Ana, ripping her bikini top off up and starts frog marching her to the arc of spikes. Ana starts to yank away, but Vicky puts the Taser in “Drive Stun” mode on to Ana's left breast and hits the button. “Drive Stun” mode just causes pain, doesn't do the neuromuscular incapacitation that happens when the darts are fired. Ana jerks and yelps from the pain.
Do that again and your other perfect grade A tit gets it. Actually, I think I’ll do it anyway.
The Taser is applied to Ana's right breast and a jolt is applied. Ana yelps, but doesn't try to pull away.
That’s better, now come with me. We are going to have so much fun, you and me. Well, I’ll have fun, you aren’t going to like it.
Vicky and Ana arrive at the next spike in the arc. Vicky notes that the teen on the next spike counterclockwise from Ana's spike is quietly moaning and starting to lean over.
You just wait, I’ll get to you in a minute.
Vicky aligns Ana's anus over the spike and triggers it. This time it misses the teen's spine, and Ana lets out a howl of pain as Vicky pushes her farther down the spike, placing her crouched, so her knees are touching her tits.
Music to my ears. You’re going to get some wicked leg cramps… why would you sit like that silly?, oh… it was my fault wasn’t it… sorry about that.
After making sure that Ana was not going anywhere and that her legs were bent about 45 degrees and that she was bleeding out her anus, Vicky went to the moaning teen. Vicky pulled her upright, then pushed her a bit farther down on the spike.
There, can’t have you failing over before it’s time for you to die, can we?
The girl screamed weekly as Vicky finished positioning her, and then started silently crying again as she looked at Vicky with the last dying embers of hope.
Wow, you’re a pretty crier. That’s so lucky.
Vicky waved good by to the crying girl and went to watch Mistress Greene work on Kate. Kate didn't put up much resistant in Mr. Greene's hands as she was stunned from Evan's brutal tackle, and was spiked with little fuss.
Did that girl piss you off, Victoria?
Yes, first she ran from Evan and me, would have gotten away, maybe, if she didn’t trip on a tree root. Then she started to try to yank herself free. Actually, you know, I think I’ll zap her again, just because she needs it.
The Taser is pressed into Ana's navel. Vicky holds the button down for at least 30 seconds. Ana, arches her back as much as she can and screams in pain, whimpering as Vicky stops
I’ll be back later for another dose for you, Ana.
Mistress Greene arches an eyebrow at Vicky.
And what did that other girl do?
Well, she was moaning, and I liked the sound of it, but mostly I thought I was just following your lead… We are supposed to keep the lawn girls alive as… or keep them dying I guess, as long as possible, right? I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to fall and over poke the spike through her back and die early.
Oh, good catch. If you weren’t a slave, I would say you had a future in this. You are, though, so, hopefully, your future is exactly as long as your master wants. Now run along back to your owner, Mr. West, alright?
Vicky Looks at Mistress Greene for a few seconds, not sure what to make of what the mistress had said, but when Mistress Greene arched her eyebrow at Vicky, Vicky ran off back to the slaver's informal position/office as quickly as she could.
Problem Daughter
Let me pick you up and give you a piggyback ride for a while, like I used to do when you were little.
OK, daddy, that sounds like fun.
Hey, let’s go look at the bad girls.
OK. I’m not a bad girl, am I daddy?
Of course not, you’re my favorite daughter. Don’t tell the others that, they might get jealous.
Ok, it will be our little secret…
Meanwhile, at Spellbook Slave’s Position
Mr. West, I’m Devin Serrano and I saw your man use the garrote on his wife, and I’d like that for my wife, Elena Serrano, today. She’s one of Mr. Cook’s younger daughters. She knows she will be converted or maybe snuffed today, and she seems to be resigned to it, so there shouldn’t be that much of a problem getting her in the chair. She is the bottle blonde over there in the striped pants and white tee shirt. Do her as slowly as possible. I’ve got this slut that has agreed to both blow me as Elena gets snuffed, and she also volunteered to be my house slave, if I promise not to snuff her. And I keep my promises, even to wives and sluts, if that’s not repetitious.
Ian, go get Mrs. Serrano, do a blood test, then do her.
Yes, boss.
Mrs. Serrano? Do I need to taser you, or will you come with me?
Yes, I’ll come with you. I assume you have come to take me to be snuffed. I knew I should have stayed home, or left after they made that announcement about snuffing Dad’s daughters. So Devin got some balls at last. He was talking about selling or snuffing me for the last year, and to be honest, I’m glad the wait is over. How are you going to do it?
Garroting.
At least that will be fairly fast and painless.
Oh, no, he requested that we do it as slowly as possible. Now let me get a blood draw from you, to see whether you’re pregnant or not. If you are, well, you’re free to go.
Oh, looks like you aren’t. Come with me, please.
Slut that sucks
OK. Mr. Serrano, we got your wife in the chair, is that your sucking slut?
Yes, she is.
Do you want to convert her before or after you snuff your wife?
Does it make a difference in price?
No, not really. It’s a two fifty tax and a fifty dollar processing fee. You can save the tax if you can manage to get PPC status on her. In this case, have her suck you to get you hard, fuck her, then cum on her face while we watch. It that case, it’s only our fee. Because she volunteered, we have to technically sell her back to you, which triggers the tax. Normally, we would charge more for our fee, but we’re lowering that today for this service. If this was done at the shop it would be about a fifteen hundred, plus tax, so doing it here is a good idea. Another option is that if you wait until your wife is dead, you can get a marriage license and convert her for just the fee as well. There is a county clerk worker on site for that very reason.
Well, then I’ll wait to see if she’s any good before I make my final decision about her. No sense in spending good money on a slut that can’t suck. There are a lot to choose from here today, so I’ll make sure she’s at least adequate at cocksucking. And I’m not going to fuck her, I did promise my wife that I won’t fuck anyone or get married for at least a year after I snuff her. Didn’t say anything about getting blowjobs from my house slave, though.
Mrs. Serrano
Mrs. Serrano is strapped to the chair and Ian starts to tighten the strap. Devin’s slut starts to blow him. Ian slowly increases the tension on the strap. The slut sucking Devin starts to deep throat Devin. Devin holds her head down until she starts to panic, and her face starts to turn red.
I got to warn you Devin, that if you snuff her before she volunteers, it is manslaughter in Oklahoma and there are plenty of witnesses, at least one of which will be a do-gooder and will report you. Is snuffing her really worth a year in jail or a fairly major fine?
With that, Devin lets her up to breathe for a moment, then starts face fucking the unnamed soon to be house slave. Ian tightens the strap a little more. Devon's wife's once porcelain face began to turn purple and splotchy, her lips sputtering, drool running down the corners of her mouth. Her eyelids spasmed, her left one closing haphazardly and the right one peeled open. If it weren’t for her guttural sounds and her hand instinctually clasping, one may have thought she was enjoying this. Ian was definitely enjoying this; with another rabid pull of the rope, he sealed the housewife's throat. Her head bucked, and her body went taut.
She doesn’t have much longer.
That’s OK, I don’t either. Finish her off as I cum!
A few moments later, Devin pulls back, and you can see the cum leaking from around his cock as he cums in his girl's mouth. Ian has tightened the strap all the way down at this point.
The former wife tried to reach for the garrote, but was no longer able to control herself and began to thrash about in full panic. After about a minute like that, her struggles weakened and another minute later her body broke down into a long series of jerking movements and weak attempts to find a comfortable position. after another minute like that, she stops moving for a moment or two. Ian almost released her, but Mr. West stopped him. After another few moments, Mrs. Serrano's butt rises from the chair as she arches her back and every muscle in her body tenses in a hyper tight full-body cramp. After about thirty seconds like that, her body thuds hard back into the chair and her bladder empties.
O.k. Ian, she is gone, just hold her there for another minute or to be sure and then put her body with the other meat…
That’s good. Once we know she has snuffed it, let’s do the paperwork on this little cocksucking slut. She’s good enough to keep, at least for a little while.
The May stepdaughters. Spike bait.
Mr. West!
Yes, Mr. May, is it? What can I do for you?
The whore, Lexi my ex, is now over a fire pit, turning nicely brown, so it’s time that I put her bastard daughters on spikes.
OK, we can do that. Point them out to me.
They’re that bunch of topless sluts over in the shallow end of the pool, playing splash games. Figures they wouldn’t have the guts to go full nude, even when most of the sluts in the pool are. Worthless bits of trash. Should have sold them off long ago. If you get rough with them, be careful with the tall blonde, Lila. She needs to be able to be face fucked while she’s on a spike. I think I’ll tell her that I’ll save her if she gives a good enough blowjob. That might make her try harder as she bleeds out from her cunt being pierced by a steel spike.
During a capture, we don’t usually get rough, that’s why we have Tasers. The only time we get close to physical is when they run, and we miss with the first shot. So, are they going to expect us or not?
Well, I don’t think so. They don’t even know that their whore mother is a spit roast yet, they’ve been in the pool most of the day. Ungrateful sluts didn’t even get out to attend their grandfather’s eulogy, and I know they had been intimate, with him and in pairs and groups, I’ve seen the videos. That was when I decided to use their slut mouths the way they should be used. I mean, if they can blow their granddad, they can blow me. Should have started that earlier, but I was still in love with their bitch slut of a mother and I would rather not upset her back then. That was before I found out she was fucking her boss behind my back. After I found out, WELL… the whore is being roasted and her cunt bastard daughters are about to get spikes up their cunts. I’m sure that Emmett would agree that these sluts and their mother are snuff bait and should be snuffed anyway.
OK, Ian, Evan, Vicky, go get them. Just Taser them as fast as possible. Then zip tie them. Vicky, do the blood draws and tests, then start spiking them with Mistress Greene. There are seven of them and I only have 3 people to get them. They will be stunned, longed enough to spike the 1st three and get the next three under control. Do you have a preference to the last one? She might need to be tasered again.
Oh, Wendy, I guess. She is the shorter blonde. Dumb as a post. Only so-so at deep throat. Does good tongue work, though. Not good enough to keep her, I mean I’m not even keeping Lila, and she’s better than most porn stars. Wendy is another one of the gang bang babies. I swear, Lexi just loved being gang banged. I’m surprised that all she had was seven brats. And all singles, not a twin or triplets in the set. But she got pregnant damn near any time she got fucked, which is why she had 7 brats in a little less than 6 years. And why she’s given me 6 in 5 years. Pumped one out every 10 months, regular as clockwork. And she started early, she got knocked up damn near as soon as she was legal. And she never even thought about safe sex or any form of birth control, raw dog all the way.
Hey, are you all the May girls? Can we get a picture of you up against the wall here? Your stepdad asked for it.
Sure…
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Well, that went down pretty easy. Of course, we will not be able to use that trick again, at least not near the pool. I suspect that it’s going to get harder and harder to capture girls as the day goes on, and the little sluts start to figure out who we are. Make sure you have plenty of reload cartridges for your Taser. Vicky, do the blood work and start spiking any that are green. Ian, come with me, we are going back to help Mike. He gets cranky when he doesn’t have enough helpers handy.
Mistress Greens, Vicky and Mr. May go to the pile of girls.
OK, Mr. May, do you want to watch us spike your stepdaughters?
Call me Spencer, and no, I’m not just watching, I want to help snuff the little cocksucking sluts.
OK, grab one and follow us.
Daddy! What’s going on?
Don’t “Daddy” me.
But what’s going on?
Well, I’m going to drive a steel spike up your well-used cunt. I know about the “club” you sneak off to Ally, with that fake I.D. of yours. Then one you’re properly seated on your new mount, you’ll bleed out over an hour and a half or so. Once you are through being used as a decoration for the party, you’ll be fed to wolves at the zoo.
Daddy, you can’t really want that for me? For all of us?
I’m SO happy about it, actually! At least you’ll be doing something useful for a change, even if you have to die to do it. First bit of good you’ll do for the world.
The May girl starts to thrash around and tries to escape. Spencer knocks her out with a blow to the jaw.
Damn, now I’ve got to drag her to the spike, and she’ll most likely not even notice when it goes up her cunt.
Yah, that’s why I try to keep them awake. Some of them are docile, like this one. Which, thank you, sweetie.
Does that mean I’m a good girl?
You’re a very good girl. I’m still going to kill you nice and slow and painful, though. It’s better that way. I’ll put the spike up your pussy.
I don’t really want a spike up my pussy. If I’m a good girl, shouldn’t I be rewarded?
You are getting a reward dear, it’s not going up your ass, that’s a little better. Besides, sometimes the best thing a good girl can do is die very very slowly and painfully, so other people can be happy.
The girl, Amber May, gets a confused look on her face and seems to be thinking it over. Mistress Green puts her arms under the girl's shoulders and takes the opportunity to kick her legs out from under her. The young girl begins to wail and cry as Mistress Greene guides her down the short little spike.
IT HURTS!
Yes, dear, just like a girl like you deserves.
Anyway, Mr. May, your other stepdaughter will wake up when the spike pierces her, at least all the ones I’ve ever done have. Except one, and she might have been dead when she got spiked, her “boyfriend” choked her out before she went on the spike.
Well, that’s good. Wouldn’t want her to miss any of her snuff.
Three May girls are dragged or lead to the spikes. Spencer has some issues with keeping his stepdaughter upright and over the spike, but finally manages it, and she does, in fact, wake up when the spike goes into her cunt. Vicky and Mistress Greene easily do theirs, and start to head back for more girls; they grab two of them, including the tall blonde.
No! Wait, I get Lila, she’s the tall blonde. I’ve got something special in mind for her!
Vicky, Mistress Greene, and Spencer get three May girls, with Spencer getting Lila, leaving the last girl, Wendy, face down on the ground, moaning, with her arms tightly zip tied behind her back.
Wendy, we’ll be back for you soon.
OK Lila, if you’re a good girl, this might go easier for you. And by good girl I mean being a good cocksucker.
Yes, Daddy, I’ll suck your cock, just don’t spike me.
Well, you’re going to get spiked, but if you deep throat me, I might pull you off and take you to the St. Francis emergency room. I’ve heard that some girls have survived the spike if they get to the ER fast enough.
Please don’t spike me! I’m begging you. You always said I was your favorite little girl.
That’s because you have no gag reflect and were always so eager to show me new tricks you learned with your tongue when I came home from work.
See, I’m your favorite. I’ll blow you whenever you want. Or your friends, if that is what you want, I’ll be your little suck whore. Please don’t spike me!
By this time, Spencer has dragged Lila to the spike.
OK, stand still.
As he positioned Lila over the spike, she struggled. He backhanded her and told her to stand still. Reeling from the blow, Lila stopped moving long enough for Spencer to push her most of the way down her spike.
Ah! That hurts, please daddy, take me off! You can use my collage fund to pay for the ER, just take me off and get me there before it’s too late!
AHHHHHH
Yeah, scream all you like, let it all out, but just open your throat as you do, o.k. Hun. do a good job with those tongue tricks and I might take you off it again.
After a few more seconds, Lila managed to make herself stop screaming, wincing she managed to open her mouth and prepare her throat. Spencer unzipped and pushed his half hard cock into her mouth.
Lots of tongue action, get me hard so I can fuck your throat.
Lila's ministrations seemed to work because after a few minutes, Spencer grabbed her head and started to face fuck her. You could see her throat bulging as his cock entered it. Spencer continued his rape of his stepdaughter's throat for several minutes.
Damn, you’re good. I’m going to miss you. Even more than your slut mom. If she gave better head, she might be still alive, and you might not be on a spike, but her head was average at best. If she was any good at it, I might have ignored the fact that she was a slut that fucked any cock she could. Hold on, I’m about to cum!
Spencer grabbed Lila's head and pushed it farther down so that her nose was buried in his pubic hairs. He jerked a few times, then withdrew from his stepdaughters mouth.
That was good. Make sure you do that good for the rest of the men who come by today, o.k.? I’m going to tell the other guys that you are available for face fucking.
But Daddy, what about the ER??
I said “might,” but I’ve decided that your best use is to be a cocksucker and lawn ornament. Anyway, have a painful life… as long… or short as it may be.
But I’m your favorite daughter!
Stepdaughter, if you were a daughter, you wouldn’t be here today. I’ll bet I can get a cocksucker as good as you from the flock of teen sluts here today. Maybe more than once. I’ll bet there are plenty of fathers who want to sell off some of their daughters today. Perhaps I’ll get a MILF to replace your whore of a mother. Let her know what happened to your mom so she doesn’t act like a whore on me. Or I might let her be a good little cocksucking whore for me and then snuff her after a year or so and get a new one.
Daddy, Spencer, please, I’m begging you!
I know it’s not all your fault, it’s the way you were raised, but your mother was a free use whore who put out for any dick she found. And you don’t seem to be any better, I know about you and the football team. The world will be a better place without you in it, too many sluts as it is. I just wish I had trained you all better as girls… that, or snuffed you when you started going down the wrong path. … no, the former, I should take responsibility for my part of this. Either way, we are where we are and now you and your sisters have to be snuffed out for the good of society. Plus if I let you live I would be out a lot of cash the club and your grandpa are giving me to have you sex killed today, so it all works out in the end, you see?
Not, not for us.
Well, yah, I guess, but that’s the point.
Katherine Compton, Emanuella Gayosom, Ketria Baker, Teen Mistresses.
What can I do for you, young mistresses?
Well, we have a set of triplets that are Mr. Cook’s granddaughters that we would like to have some spikes driven up. We got them at a school sale. Seems that being a cheerleader in a school that did poorly in the basketball season isn’t the safest thing in the world. Of course, they are blonde ditzes, who else would be a cheerleader? We got them for four hundred each, tax-exempt because the sale was from a school, which qualifies as charity, quite a deal. The cheerleader sluts with bigger tits sold for even more money, of course, at least the ones that they didn’t just spit roast or give to the other team to be gang raped, then spit roasted at the victory party. Seems that being a cheerleader means you’re volunteering to be a slave or a roast. Which is why we didn’t try out for being a cheerleader and just took the one in four risk of being a mistress in training. At least Master Wagner either just sells you as a sex slave or gives you a painless snuff if you are one of the unlucky ones, being roasted alive seems so brutal. Not that cheerleaders don’t deserve some sort of brutal death, but that’s not for us.
So why are you selling them?
Lilly, Vivian, and Denise Thomas. Slaves to teen Mistresses.
The thrill of having a blonde cheerleader slut go down on you wears off when you realize you have to share your room with her and all of her food and clothing has to come out of your allowance. It might be worth it if they were any good at pussy lapping, but they are just so-so. We really can’t whore them out easily to make up the difference, too much competition from Dutch Hall for teen pussy, never mind the brothels and topless clubs. Thought about letting them dance at a club, but that comes with another set of issues, most of the clubs are a little wary of having dancers that look that young, even if they are legal. And the clubs that would take them, well, they would get snuffed in their first week, and I don’t think we would get paid for that. The contract would just be for renting them and snuffing would be allowed. Anyway, we hadn’t, you know, thought what buying them meant all the way through. You know, having to take care of a stupid cheerleader slave kind of made me appreciate my parents more. So, we didn’t have the heart to tell them they were being snuffed today so they will probably not like that, they were going to do it anyway though as slow and painful as possible… We would let them snuff it easy since this isn’t their fault, and we do like them, but Ms. Asher, our Slave Economics. teacher said that she wanted to see a recording of the deaths of the first slaves we snuff or have snuffed. She said she would dock 20pts. from the grade of anybody who made the death quick and/or painless, and would give 50 extra-credit points for the top 6 most painful kills. She said the point of mistress warrants isn’t to enable underground railroads or euthanasia technicians, and this was her way of helping us get over any squeamishness we might have… which… yah… She is probably right because I would totally have just gotten mine drunk and drowned her in her sleep if it weren’t for the docked points, and I think Emanuella actually may have bought some poison for hers… But Ms. Asher made this a “we” problem, which means now it’s a “they” problem. Just because a slave is nice doesn’t mean her life is worth more than 20pts. right? Right! Plus the money we will get for snuffing them out on the torture spikes… It’s far too much to pass up. Getting a hundred dollar profit each, without even counting their share value, is pretty sweet. Two and half shares of a pot worth twenty million will be a lot of money. Enough to cover their expenses and then some, by a bunch… who am I kidding, they only cost too much because even as mistresses our dads aren’t willing to give us real allowances, this kind of money will set us up for the next 20 years at least. Anyway, it seems like being spiked up the cunt would be a great way to get 50 extra credit points for snuffing blondes that you were tired of and who did not really have the body to be a good spit roast.
I think it’s a pretty good method. It’s efficient and passive and makes for a good display. I’m contemplating getting a couple of short spikes for my torture and execution room. Come on by some time and watch the goths in action. I’ll even let you watch one session for free. That’s a two hundred dollar freebie.
We’ll keep that in mind. Any way, they are those sluts over there wearing the white tops and pink shorts. Taser them, even if they don’t put up a fight. I’ve always wanted to see Lilly tasered, but you have to be twenty-one to buy a Taser, so I never got the chance.
We can do that. Vicky, Ian, go get them
Yes sir!
Lilly?
Yes?
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AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! ohWWWWWWW!!!!!!! You fucker!! That hurts! What the hell! Why did you zap me!!!
Ian pushes the reenergize, sending even more jolts through the teen. Lilly jerks around on the ground some more.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Please!! Y YOUR KILLING MEEEEE!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Ian goes to the hapless teen, rolls her over onto her stomach and then roughly zip ties her arms behind her back, then goes chasing after Vivian.
Vivian and Denise start to run as soon as Lilly is tasered and get out of range before either of the slavers can react to them running. Denise runs, trying to get away from Vicky. Vivian is roughly tackled by Ian and handed over to Mistress Greene. Lilly flops on the ground, trying to recover from her tasering.
Thank you, Ian, I can take her from here.
No problem, Mistress Greene. I’ll get the other one under control now.
um… can I have ice for my head?
No, of course not, you don’t need that.
Umm… Are you going to kill me?
Yes, I am. Very slowly and in a great deal of pain. Our guests will love it.
Tears well up in her eyes, her head spins, and she stumbles in place.
You say that like you like it.
Why, yes, I do. Little sluts like you need to be put in their place. And your place is on a spike for a few hours, then you are wolf food.
An involuntary gasp that turns into a small little coughing fit.
That’s so ugly.
Yes, I suppose it is, from your perspective, but to our guests you are a delicate piece of art being displayed. Now, let’s get those clothes off you.
Recovering from almost falling, she looks around like she is confused about where she is again.
My cloths off? My head hurts from when I fell, can I get some ice after I take my cloths off?
No. We don’t have time for that.
Oh… O.k. I’m sure you know what’s best.
She starts untying her shoes, as she slips them off and starts unbuttoning her shorts, she looks at Ms Greene confusedly.
Aren’t you going to take off yours too?
No, I’m not who this is for.
She nods. She slips out of her pants and starts fiddling with the knots on the overly complicated bikini top she is wearing as a bra, then she pauses for a moment.
But you’re so pretty, you should undress too so we can both enjoy touching each other, it’s not fair if I don’t get to touch you too while we fool around.
Despite tearing up earlier, she doesn't seem to remember why she is here now.
We aren’t going to fool around. I have something much more exciting for you.
A drop of blood works its way from her scalp to the side of her face, almost like a drop of sweat but red.
But why? You’re so pretty! Don’t you think I’m pretty?
Thank you, and I think you’re pretty too, but I must make you into art for our guests. You want to be art, don’t you?
Every so often, I overhear guys saying that my boobs and lips are art.
Well, your lips will be used while you are art, at least. Now come with me, or I will drag you there.
Do I have to pose?
Oh, you will be posed.
She walks with Mistress Greene, glancing up at her every once and again as they walk.
Umm, ma’am?
Yes?
It’s just, you don’t get to see many girls your age, and certainly not pretty ones like you. Are you a mistress?
Of course, I am. And you are a slave. Keep that in mind. I have the power here.
Oh, no! no, I’m not a slave! I’m a free girl, but maybe when my head stops spinning, I will think about being a mistress some day. Umm, ma’am, can I still be art even if I’m not a slave, or do I have to go? Because I was hoping to talk to you a little more?
I’m sorry, I have other slaves to make into art, I can’t stay with you. Some men and boys will come and use you, so you can talk to them.
Oh, ok, but can we at least make out a little when we get where we are walking to?
No. I have my own slaves for that.
The blood plops on to her almost overly perky right boob, followed by another about 15 seconds later and then another ten seconds later before becoming a regular drip drop every 6 or so seconds.
Mistress Greene
Please? It’s just, I have never seen anyone with red and gray swirled hair, like yours. I try to collect kisses from interesting people. I even kissed a black man once.
It looks like you will be bleeding from top and bottom when I make you into usable art. We are almost there.
People say I am a good kisser, did you know sometimes I overhear boys saying my lips are art?
Yes, you said that before. They will use your lips when you are art.
The line of blood actually looks fairly good on her, almost like henna but a bit brighter and more abstract. The way the drop line follows the line of her jaw-bone and emphases the swell of her almost perfectly round breast causes the blood to add to her beauty instead of distracting from it.
Ok, see the other slaves? They have been art pieces for 30 minutes or so. It’s time for you to join them. Now stand here, then kneel.
She goes to stand where Mistress Greene points but doesn't move…
Umm. Ms. Greene… I can’t kneel down.
Why Not?
There is a metal spike in the way. Can we move it?
That’s OK. It’s supposed to be there. Kneel on to the spike, or I will push you down on it.
But… Ms. Greene, if I kneel with the spike there, it will go up in side me…
Yes, it will, that will make you art. Now kneel before I make you do it.
It is… Wait, it just it’s just it looks long… Are you sure I can take all of that? like it looks way longer than anything I have put up there before?
I’m sure. Kneel slave.
Mistress Greene grabs her by the shoulders and starts to guide her down.
Kneel!
It is? O, oh, kaaa
She doesn't just collapse immediately, but she does let Ms Greene push her down. She isn't sure she could have stopped the mistress from pushing her down anyway. She is pushed halfway to kneeling. The spike starts to contact her cervix. When she gets about halfway down, she resists and stops.
No, all the way down, slut.
NOO TOO FAR, I’M FULL! STOP!
Ms. Greene pushed the concussed girl to her knees, the spike entering her abdominal cavity.
Owy owy owy owy owy OWWY OWWYYYYYYYY I don’t want to be art! Please, I don’t want to be art anymore! take it out, please!
I’m sorry, that is your function in life now, I will not take you off.
But it hururrrtss!
Good.
The girl starts sobbing and crying. Ms Greene pushes her a little lower, then turns and walks away.
Noooo I’m not! I don’t want to be here!
Ms Greene turns and looks over her shoulder.
But yet, you will be here for the rest of your life.
The former cheerleader starts sobbing harder, which she continues to do until one of her older cousins comes by and sticks his dick past her artful lips and down her throat.
Kaylee Emmerson
Kaylee had walked away from the area where most of the, “action” was taking place. Kaylee understood why her dad had to go to the funeral, he was both a business acquaintance of the old bastard and also, somehow had formed a friendship with him. Kaylee was only there because this was her dad’s weekend with her, her mom having actually successfully gotten a divorce. The benefits of having a mom (Kaylee’s grandmother) who went to law night-school in the 90s… what Kaylee couldn’t understand is why they had to stay for this, “wake,” after the funeral ended. The pool looked fun and the other amenities at the club weren’t unappealing but… I mean… Didn’t her dad understand what this place looked like to her… There were women being displayed as they were killed everywhere… She can see from her place up on the hill that they were even starting to put girls on these weird short spikes as some sort of, “art,” display now. Some of them were even as young as her… Not a one looked over 20…. The girls didn’t look like they were dying, at least not any time soon… It was clearly just about causing pain. Her dad said she should enjoy herself… But how was she supposed to do that. If she put on her Bikini and got in the pool, someone would likely pressure her into sex and then who knows… There was probably some loophole she didn’t know about where she could be converted if a man orgasms around her too many times or something… It’s not like they let girls study “modern slave law”… Plus being around all those sluts backstab and degrade each other… Between the death and the bitches, she had started to feel a little queasy, so she decided to walk a bit and ended up a third of a mile away from all the excitement overlooking the, “party,” from her quiet spot on the hill overlooking the club’s, “quad.” Kaylee was just starting to think that maybe she would stay up here all day and maybe call one of her friends on her phone… Maybe if she gave him a hand job or something, her best boyfriend would figure out a way to use his magical penis powers to let her get out of here early, and they could go see a movie or something. She had heard good things about the most recent Marvel movie. Apparently, they finally managed to kill the Scarlet Witch and the actresses death scene was supposed to be spectacular… or her stunt double’s death scene anyway. Such were Kaylee’s thoughts when she saw something she definitely didn’t expect to see, an adorable blonde was running up the hill towards her at full speed. Kaylee watched to see what would happen when the blonde got to her when she saw something even less expected, the girl was being chased by another girl… another girl Kaylee knew. It was her former best… or maybe her best friend Vicky, “I thought Vicky was dead for sure… I haven’t seen her in like four months. If she is alive… Where has she been… And why didn’t the bitch answer any of my texts… I even called that slut! And nothing! She is really running… Huh… well, if they are all the way out here they must have had the same idea I did… I know Vicky was always pretty squeamish… She fainted every time we had to dissect anything in 4H… Even when the girls were dead before we started… Even that one time it was just a pig. They must be playing tag or something? Well, even if she is a frigid bitch who won’t call her friends back, I can’t let Vicky loss when I can do something about it. O.k. ready time it out and “GO!” Kaylee runs towards the blonde girls smiling a huge smile and just as the blonde sees her and starts to curve away, Kaylee jumps and slides, executing a soccer trip right into the fleeing blonde’s legs. The blonde goes tumbling and so does Kaylee… It wasn’t the most perfect trip, as Kaylee hadn’t actually played soccer since she was a little girl. The two girls impact hard and end up with them tangled up with each other and the blonde face planted squarely in Kaylee’s cleavage.
OWWW! what the hell! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!?
I got you slut!
No, no, no, don’t you get what you’ve done?
I mean, you’re about to be tagged or whatever.
The blonde starts desperately trying to untangle herself from Kaylee
There isn’t a point in trying to run now, may as well admit defeat and wait for the next round… maybe I will join in.
Kaylee sits limp, not at all helping the blond get untangled, though she does take the opportunity to playfully pull the girl’s hair and boop her nose. The blonde freezes for a moment, taken aback by Kaylee’s attitude and ability to miss read the situation and then starts struggling again. When the blonde girl meets Kaylee’s eyes, and she sees the emotion there and is taken aback, wondering if she misunderstood something. She looked past the blonde once more to make sure if she was mistaken about who was chasing after her… but no, it was Vicky.
Vicky arrives, panting, but yells BITCH! I'll get you for that! She raises her Taser and puts 4 darts in to Denise's back, then holds down the shock button. Making the hapless blonde twitch repeatedly. She then notices who tripped her. Kaylee? What are you doing here? Kaylee and Denise both scream and start convulsing as they are tangled up with each other.
g g g wh wh wh wh
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Vicky takes her finger off the shock button.
Kaylee, what are you doing here?
Kaylee takes a second to recover her wits.
ME? what are you talking about? what are YOU doing here…. I haven’t heard from you in like three months! You just fucking tasered me bitch… how am I the one who owns you an explanation!?!?
Sorry about hitting you with a pair of darts, but I wasn’t going to let Denise get away AGAIN.
Denise looks between the two friends, trying to decide if there is something she should do here.
Don’t make me shoot you again, I’ve got five more loads. Don’t fucking move.
With that, Vicky pulls the teen up and slaps a set of zip ties around her arms, pining the behind her back.
Whoa, wait, what is going on? I thought you guys were playing tag or something.
Help! She’s crazy… she just started chasing me with a taser, saying something about snuffing me for kissing a boy she likes!
Oh, no. Her owner sold her to the club for decorations. It’s my job to get her on a spike.
Wow! What?
Wait, Vick slow down
What’s going on?
Where have you been?
She looks as scared as a kitten in a pool.
She is shaking like a leaf in a hurricane!
Also… you just shot me with a taser, so I believe you owe me an explanation for why you ghosted me and what is going on?
I was converted, so my dad could get free cable. Spellbook Slaves bought me from Eastlake Cable. I’ve been there for a while now as a worker slave. And this bitch is a slave that was sold by her owner to the club. And the club wants to use her as a lawn decoration, and later wolf food.
Wait, really? But she’s like… she looks like she is our age.
I am, I go to Eastlake Prep School, you have to stop her!
Yeah, she was a cheerleader at Eastlake Prep School. The basketball team didn’t do well, so they sold off some of the cheerleading squad.
Kaylee is not unconcerned, but she is beginning to have doubts about the blonde's story
Don’t make me shoot you again, bitch. I mean it. If she had a little more meat on her bones, she would have been a spit roast.
Vicky is a pretty girl, but she has always been pretty shy when it comes to boys and doing anything romantic… She couldn't see Vicky trying to steal the blonde girl's guy… But she also couldn't see Vicky capturing slaves and putting them on death spikes, so maybe anything is possible?
So… if she is a slave, why was she converted? Did she like to shoplift from the gift shop or cheat at golf or something?
The losing team’s cheerleaders have a rough life.
No! I didn’t I promise!
The club has cheerleaders?
No, Eastlake Prep School basketball team had a losing season. The school was not impressed and decided that it was because the cheerleaders showed a lack of school spirit and sold a few each time they lost a game. In addition to the ones they spit at the after-game roasts. She was bought by a young mistress as her starter slave. Seems that there is a good cash reward for snuffing her type today.
It’s not fair! I literally did eight backflips into a triple front flip off a trampoline during that game!
And they still lost. I kept up because I had a sort of friend on the team.
O.k. say I believe that… How are YOU here?
Who’s your friend? maybe I know them?
Oh, Spellbook Slaves is doing the conversion and snuffing for this shindig. I came because my owner said for me to. Kelly, if it matters, bitch…
Right, but I mean… if your dad sold you for free cable… no offense but… Why aren’t you soup?
Mr. West likes me. That’s all I know. Well, plus it seems I give wonderful blowjobs. That’s always a good thing for a slave. Keeps them alive longer.
Wait… you know Kelly? I was just at her baptism just before I was sold… We are really close… Maybe you could do me a favor.
Shhh, we will talk about you in a minute. I’m trying to catch up with my friend.
YOU GIVE BLOWJOBS NOW?!?
Not the girl, Kelly. Kelly H, the boy.
Of course, I do. It’s that or get snuffed. Or sold, which might be worse.
The last time I saw you, you literally spilled a full bucket of popcorn all over yourself when you tried to cop a feel of Mark’s dick in that movie theater… Since when can you handle touching a man’s privates? I guess what they say about slaves and motivational improvements?
It’s remarkable what the threat of being snuffed will do to your skills.
I’m actually a little sad about that.
Oh?
I mean… It was nicer thinking that guys were just full of shit about slavery improving us, you know? … I think it is pretty shit.
I think it is pretty shit.
Nobody cares what you think, slut. It’s get better at what your master likes, or have a really terrible day. Seems bitch here can’t do the nasty on her mistress very well, so she’s getting sold off, so she can buy a real sex slave.
So you really are, like, a slaver now?
Well, not really. Like I said, I’m a worker slave for a slaver. Not quite the same thing. If someone offered Mr. West enough money, well, I’d be soup, like you said.
Huh? I wouldn’t have thought… umm… and
Kaylee points at the blonde.
What is your name?
Denise
I got it. You’re a work slave that enslaves other girls, and Denise really is a slave.
Right. She was the private property of Katherine Compton, I think. Katherine also goes to Eastlake Prep School, but was a mitten, now a full mistress, so she doesn’t mix with the rest of the students much, plus she was a year ahead of me.
And Denise gets to be a sex slave?
Nooo, you aren’t good enough at sex for that apparently, and you’re a little material girl that your owner says costs too much to keep up with.
Cost too much?!?!?! As if! I ate school food!!! The only money I cost was toilet paper and water! She hasn’t even given me any cloths! we were wearing these at cheer practice when I was sold!
Not my problem. Any way, let’s take you down where you belong. Kaylee and I can catch up once you’re on a spike.
While Vicky, Kaylee, and Denise are talking, Mistress Greene and Ian are spiking Lilly, Denise’s sister.
By the time Ian came back, Lilly had managed to inchworm herself to a picnic table, where a large watermelon was waiting to be cut. Lilly was trying to figure out how to get herself off the ground and into a position to reach the knife and free herself.
Oh, no, you don’t bitch. Lay down, or I’ll fucking zap your little blonde ass again.
Come on, man, let me out of these things! I didn’t do anything to no-one, mister! I’m a good salve girl, promise!
Well, your owner sold you to be made into lawn art, so, no, I can’t take them off you.
Lilly struggles around on the ground trying to figure out how to get up
Don’t make me zap you again. Just lie there.
NO! NO! That’s not fair! After all I did for that bitch! I was lady-and-the-tramping that unlikable bitch! SHE CANT DO THIS TO ME!
she starts rolling away from you like a log down a hill, trying to get away as fast as she can. She also looks competently ridiculous, but Lilly was never amazing at self reflection and this certainly wasn't the time to practice anyway.
Ian puts another set of dart into Lilly.
The attractive teen flopped around like a fish for the third time that day
PLEASE STOPPPPP!!!!
Then stay fucking still, cunt.
Where are you going to take me? What did you do to my sisters?
Well, I gave one to Mistress Greene, who is making lawn art out of her, and the other ran away. My slave partner is chasing her now.
What… do… you mean by lawn art???
You know, art, on a lawn. It’s all the rage to make teen sluts into lawn art right now. Too bad, it’s a painful thing for you. But after it’s over, they don’t complain.
So… It’s just a temporary thing? like getting tattoos and being displayed in bondage or something?
Well, you will only need to worry about it for about an hour. Then you get a free trip to the zoo.
Ian Pulls the teen to her feet
I… You didn’t answer me though, you’re saying I just have to be lawn art for about an hour, and then I get to go to the zoo if I want after?
Oh, no, you don’t have a choice, you will go to the zoo. The wolf park in particular.
She lets Ian put her on her feet.
Why is it painful, is there body mod stuff involved?
Well, sort of.
I mean… It could be worse… Even if I have like a limb cut off, at least I will be alive, I guess… But I don’t understand what the zoo connection is. What is that about? I mean… It could be worse… Are we on display there after here, and won’t that be inconvenient for our owners? I mean, mine can drive but her two friends who own my sisters can’t yet… how does that work?
Well, once Mistress Greene is done with your sister, she will explain it all to you.
Lilly tries to make herself look as demure and alluring as possible, and leans back, so her back is pushed up against Ian's chest and stomach, and then she tilts her neck to look straight up into his eyes…
Oh, you will get some dick, alright. That’s part of the art. Do you have a gag reflex? It might be important later today.
I… Think so… Every so often, I even throw up a little when brushing my tongue…
Oh, that’s too bad.
But if I am being honest… Those weren’t the lips I was hoping you would part…
Why too bad?
Well, a long thing is going up your other lips.
And it’s too bad because men are going to want to use you that way.
Lilly starts trying to unbutton Ian's buttons with her hands which are zip tied right at crotch level or at least Ian's crotch level… Or at least she can make it be if she stretches enough
Hey… what are you doing down there?
Having gotten the button undone, she starts unzipping the zipper
I don’t know if we have time for that. This is work for me.
Nah, don’t worry about it, I will do all the work, promise.
Parting Ian's pants a bit so that there is just your underwear between Ian and her shorts, she grinds up against Ian a bit
Hmmmm yes, that feels like there is something nice in there for me.
Ian pushes the teen over a table and cuts her shorts and panties off.
OK, you want some dick? You get some dick.
YAY! THANK YOU, MR. SLAVE ARTIST!
Ian jacks himself a few times to make him fully erect, then holds Lilly down and roughly enters her
Take that cunt!
Careful, CAREFUL, I haven’t done this before. … Please.
Lilly smiles back at him, her bright blue eyes full of hope and fear and gratefulness and if you were very good at looking into someone's eyes, you might even find the under current of needy hunger for physical intimacy that has been denied her, her entire life. Lilly really hoped Ian would let this be something they would both enjoy.
Like your first time matters. What matters is me. You are disposable trash. I deal with your kind every day…
Ian pushed himself then Hard into the teen, and held himself there for a few seconds, before trying to start rocking in and out again. Ian isn't as experienced at sex as he often implies and doesn't know that lubrication is for both her AND his pleasure or how to ease into sex.
Lilly's hymen is obliterated, and she starts to bleed rather heavily… which is actually lucky since it provides some much-needed lubrication.
Take my cock in your cunt. That’s all you are, a cock sleeve.
Lilly starts trying to take control of things a bit, the guy wasn't as big as the dicks she had gotten to feel up during that one party where she had to try to guess who was who by how their shlongs felt, but he had what seemed like enough that he should probably be able to get the job done if they used it right. Lillian starts moving with Ian in order to catch a beat and reduce the rough pounding, before trying out an actual sex move they had been taught about in school. Lilly tried moving all the way to the base of Ian's shaft and then staying with his thrusts so that he wouldn't come out. Once she got that going, she tried moving her abs and hips like a wave to try to massage him from the inside. She hadn't ever tried… Well, actually any sex move on a real dick before, so she waited a moment just doing this same action for a good 40 seconds to see how her lover and capturer would react.
Ah, that’s it, fuck me back. I love it when a slut fucks back. Oh, that’s good. You must have done this a lot, you little whore. Ah, yeah, do that some more.
You are a good little cock sleeve, it’s too bad what’s going to happen to you. Wish I could keep you around, but I can’t afford you.
You’re… you’re my first, actually.
You’re a natural whore, then. The best I’ve had this week, maybe longer.
I bet a man like you could afford me, I got bought for pennies and my mistress is but a teen mistress on an allowance, I bet she would let you buy me.
Oh, she sold you. You’re worth thousands, maybe tens of thousands, today.
She changes to another move she found on TikTok, she slows down the humping to nearly stopped and then moves her hips on his dick to spell her name in cursive with her vagina using Ian's dick as the pen.
Oh, that’s good. You must have practiced that a lot on those jocks you fucked as a cheerleader.
Lillian dots the eye with a HEAVY full length in & out before going back to write the next word
I saw it on TikTok, again other than a few hand jobs at this one party, I haven’t even touched a dick before. Why do you say I am worth thousands?
Well, your granddad’s estate is paying a lot to make you into art.
Oh… I’m not worth thousands? Let’s see about that.
She kicks the table, knocking them both over with Ian still inside her, she grunts hard when she lands on top of Ian… She might have a bruise on her cervix, but she grits her teeth and kicks the ground to spin herself around on Ian's dick, Lilly leans down over Ian, pressing her breasts into Ian's chest. She starts humping madly at the slaver as Lilly leans down to kiss Ian full on the mouth.
What are you doing? I’m supposed to be in charge. The girl on top is wrong!
I wonder if Mistress Greene would get mad if I choked you out? Not all the way, of course
Ian puts his hands around the teen's neck
OK bitch, you want to be on top, let’s see how you do when you can’t breathe anymore…
Huh? what do you mean?
Ian tightens his hand on her neck, cutting off her airway
Oh, yeah… Should have started this way! Little cunt!! Sex starved whore!!!
Lilly's eyes go wide and her fucking stalls for a moment as she and her mind real in sudden fear, her body shook all over as a powerful chill, travels up and down her spine. but then Lilly shook her head and refocuses herself.
Gnnnahh!
Lilly looked at Ian with a determined look, she wanted to feel what a real orgasm is, and she wanted to make this man happy enough to cum inside her just like all the women she looks up to have made guys do, like her mom, and like her teachers and like those five women who are still in congress. She is going to make a man cum in her, just like all those important girls have. Plus… she has to admit… being choked is somehow not making this feel worse. Lilly starts my waggling her hips and then quickly starts humping Ian in earnest, she can't do those long languid deep strokes she had always imagined with him, but would she have had time to try that anyway now that she couldn't breathe? She starts jack hammering him as quick as she can, while at the same time she bears down with her vagina muscles (she never bothered to memorize the name in school because anatomy is boring and stupid). Lilly even did her best to give a little circular hola hoop actions with her hips at the end of every second or third down stroke… She mostly succeeded in keeping a regular tempo, but this was new to her and the choking was a real added challenge.
Ian tightened his grip on Lilly for a second, then as he felt himself about to cum, he let go and grabbed her hips and pushed her down.
AH GONNA CUM IN YOU WHORE!
YES, DADDY!!!
Lilly screams. and then leans forward, letting her hips squeeze into Ian, pushing her breasts into his chest again and once again pressing their lips together, doing her best to push her tongue into his mouth so she can tempt his into hers
Ian shoves his tongue into Lilly's mouth.
Damn, it’s too bad she’s getting snuffed. I may have to rethink this whole girl on top is wrong thing…
Lilly moans and starts to melt into him
Come on daddy, just another minute or two… I’m SOOOOO CLOSSSSEEEE!!!!
Ian keeps moving in an out of her, getting closer and closer to cumming in the teen. Lilly starts to move her body in little waves, doing her best to rub Ian against her G spot without actually pulling him out of her at all since he seems to want to keep himself tucked up inside of her all snug and tight
God, I wish I could use my hands
Oh, yeah, whore, keep doing that. You’re such a cock – loving whore. Push your cunt on my cock.
Lilly tries rubbing Ian's thighs and calves with hers, focussing on rubbing against him with her chest and legs, and she works her abs and tickles on his dick. she does this rhythmically enough that she is still getting stimulated internally. She breaks the kiss for a moment
My clit… Gasp please… or my breasts, please… Play with them please, OH GOD!
Gasping deep inhale and then Lilly dives back into Ian's mouth. Ian grabs the teen's nipples and twists them, then releases them, then twists them again, repeating several times. EEEP a shutter runs down Lilly's body, and she smashes into him and freezes for a moment she comes up for air once more.
A little lighter… Maybe… suck on one?
Bitch, I want to twist your nipples, not suck on them like a baby.
She intertwines their legs for added leverage now and starts humping him hard against the anterior wall of her vagina really forcing a lot of friction and fast motion and then squeezes! PLEASE SUCK!!! She then goes back in for one final passionate deep kiss
Now do that thing with our cunt more… I want to cum in your tight blonde cheerleader twat.
Ian violently twists her nipples.
Lilly breaks the kiss
NO! PLEASE, I AM SO CLOSE! Please let me cum, daddy Ian! please!
I don’t care if you cum or not, whore. What matters is that I cum in you….. Ah….Ahhhh….. AHHHHH!!
Ian holds her down while he jack-hammers into her, spraying cum in to her. She grinds herself into him. She WILL CUM whether he wants to help her or not. She jack-hammers into him in return, making sure to jab her pleasure button in each thrust, doubling the force of the impact. She starts to feel like she is upside-down and lost in space all at once
After Ian finishes cumming in her twat, he reaches up and twists her nipples one more time…
OH! GODS WHAT WERE HO HO HO GODS!!!!!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!
She crashes into him three two more times, then three more, then three more again. She holds herself against him and him in her tight, as tight as she can. After a minute, she begins to breathe, and a few seconds after that she melts against him, laying her head on his chest.
Bitch, get off me. I’m done with your cock sleeve.
Was it good for you? I hope it was good for you? You were amazing.
I hope you two are quite done now. I have things to do to this slut.
Oh, how long have you been there, Mistress Greene?
Long enough. Now cut her top off and give her to me.
Wait… Ian, don’t you want to give another thought to buying me? See how good I was? I bet that was the best you have had, like, all year?
She rubs their faces, still not having gotten off of Ian. She jiggles her butt.
Your little man seems like he is still pretty happy where he is
I’m sorry, but I can’t. You need to go with her now.
Young love is such a tedious thing. Get off him slut so I can make you art, like your sister.
Lilly pouts and starts getting up off of Ian.
What kind of art? Ian didn’t say, he just said that it was only a one-hour gig and that it might involve a little body mod, but after words I would still get to have fun at the zoo… For some reason. So what are we doing to make this art that is worth thousands of dollars? Because I have to say now that part of the process was making me into a woman… which I am totally going to hold over my sister’s heads btw, I am feeling more magnanimous about this art stuff.
Oh, he didn’t tell you? Well, I’m going to shove you down on a steel spike and let you bleed out over an hour or so. Then your body will be made into wolf food.
Lilly just stares at Mistress Greene for a few seconds, trying to tell if she was joking… She sees steel behind Ms. Greene's eyes. Lilly does what she has always done when something scares her.
Lilly headbutts Ms. Greene right in the nose as hard as she can and then turns and starts running. She really hopes that Ian is too fucked out to stop her, as she attempts to jump over him as he is starting to get up off the ground.
Ian rolls over, takes aim with his taser and takes the fleeing teen down with a single max range shot.
GAAAAAAGAAAHHHHGAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhh!
Bitch. I’m tired of running bitches.
She freezes mid-stride and flies through the air for a moment in a ridiculous convulsed pose before landing and immediately face planting hard in the grass
Ian pushes the button a few more times
She twitches violently with each new shock, her body settling into a more natural set of pained convulsions between them before being violently thrown into a new set of pained horror with each button push.
You had to ruin it by running.
Gggahhhh st stoopppp pleeeeeeese. You, how can you let her do this?
I know you liked what I did for you. I saw it in your eyes. You never had a girl help you like that
Ian holds the button down for a few seconds then lets up
ggggggaaahhhH!!!!!!! nnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnooooooo Noooo st stooowwwy owwwy oooooowwwwyyy!
It was the same for me, you’re a man, you can do anything. Take me home with you, I will do anything you want. Don’t make me die!
Cunt. I can get another one just like you tomorrow. You’re disposable trash.
You so totally can not! I won the state single cheer competition. I am literally the best high-school cheerleader in the state at single person cheering. I can’t be killed by some random old bitch, shouldn’t a man at least get to snuff me? Someone big and strong like you? I know you liked choking me.
Lilly stretches out her long neck in what she hopes is an alluring way
Not my job, Now if you wanted to be hung, or have a spit run through you, I can do that, but your owner sold you to be spiked, so that is what happens to you. Now go be lawn art, like your owner wanted.
Make me
Lilly sticks out her tongue and turns her head away.
Mistress Greene reaches over and grabs the teen, putting her in a joint lock, I've had enough of you, you will come with me.
Nu huh! Lilly stamps her foot and tries going boneless, because of the arm lock she ends up kneeling on the ground but still not moving
I said, COME WITH ME! The mistress yanks her off the ground.
People always call me the bitchy one, but it’s not fair, I’m not a bitch because I don’t want a rando on the street to rape me or because I’m not just letting myself get spited AAAHHH!!! I SAID MAKE ME, If you can’t lift me it looks like Ian is going to have to help you do it and then at least I will have been snuffed by a man
She sticks her tongue out at Mistress Greene
I’ll come help her drive a spike up your whore cunt, if that will shut your whore mouth. And then, when we’re done, I’ll fuck your throat…
It won’t shut me up, but there is no way Ms Greene here is even capable of spiking me on her own, so at least I get to lord that over her for the next hour. Bet you thought this would be easy, I bet you get why they told you just to taser me first now! You know we could have had something Ian, your dick might be a small, but you’re really good at using it. We could have had fun.
Too bad you’re just a cock sleeve. After you Mistress.
Vicky and Kaylee discuss Denise’s use as a sex slave and take advantage of the young teen.
So if Denise is a sex slave… do you think I could make out with her a bit? Maybe just for a minute or two before we walk her down to the spikes?
Hey!
Sure, but I would rather not keep Mistress Greene waiting too long. Don’t want her mad at me.
Do I get a say about this?
No, you don’t. That’s what being a slave is all about. Trust me, I know all about that.
Kaylee gently pulls Denise's head over in her direction.
I would have gotten away if only…
Do you know what happens to runaway slaves? Their whole family gets converted, maybe snuffed.
Shhh no, no, that’s not what that tongue is for anymore… Why don’t you show me what it can do?
Even the young ones go to a state home.
It is unclear what Denis's reaction would have been, as Kaylee had her tongue fully in Denis's mouth by then.
I’ve been told she’s not very good at it. Don’t be disappointed. And when did you get into girls?
Despite Denis's fear and insecurity about her situation, the girls' sex ed training kicks in, and she plays a very competent game of tonsil hockey with Kaylee. After a minute, Kaylee comes up for air… I wonder if she is really that bad in bed, she is quite a good kisser. Kaylee dives back in once more. After another couple of minutes, Kaylee breaks the kiss.
I really do like blonde girls.
Don’t know, but we really don’t have time to fully find out. I see that Ms Greene has already spiked one of the other skinny ass blondes.
Almost as good as black-haired guys and redheaded girls.
NO, WAIT, let me get you off!
It’s really not up to me… it sounds like you need to get going.
Well, if you like blondes, we get over a dozen a week. Come by and take your pick. I’ll even arrange for you to have a discount. Or you can keep sucking face with her once she’s stuck on a spike.
You really have forgotten what It’s like in the real world. I was going to ask if you don’t mind if I walk with you for a bit so we can catch up?
“Snort” I live in the real world for girls now. It’s just a matter of time for you. Sure, I’d love that.
GASP! DON’T SAY THAT! I am dying of old age with a gaggle of great grandkids around me including my five male boy men sons holding my hand
I didn’t think I’d be a slave either, but the cable company still has that offer. How much football does your dad watch? Think he might want it for free?
Pft, my dad isn’t into sports ball. Besides, I only live with my dad every other weekend.
Or your mom and her pay per view “ladies movies” then.
Dad would have to remember I existed when I am not with him for him to find the time to enslave me, and mom would never enslave me.
Either of them can make you a slave as soon as they want to. I see it every day. Several times a day on weekends.
I try to keep him as distracted as possible, one way or the other when I see him. why would mom want to enslave me?
Do you blow him? That will keep him distracted.
Yah, why would her mom want to enslave her? She is great. She is pretty and skilled and oh so merciful.
I have no clue why your mom would enslave you. Having a bad day at the office. Maybe, I’ve seen worse reasons. And shut up, Denise. I still have 5 shots and a reload.
You know I blow him… Didn’t I try to get you to blow him… If I recall correctly, once you finally did get his dick down your throat, you threw up…. I can’t believe you’re an actual living slave that is good at being a slave… when I didn’t hear from you, I figured someone used you to make stew or something, little miss ox-tail. Hey, no reason to be mad at Denise for saying things that are true about the pretty and benevolent genius that is me.
Yah, yah, I know, I was the picture of Oxtail-girl soup in my school’s cookbook last year. You’re not ready to let me live that down yet? If I get sold, it will probably be to a gay sex club, where I’ll get fucked in the ass and have gay cocks shoved down my throat. That, or yes to a restaurant that specializes in soup, like a hotpot or Pho place. That happens a lot, but usually, they get their meat from Hill’s.
I mean, Denice, I can’t get you out of anything though… plus… like… I wouldn’t unless maybe you could somehow get your owner to give you and maybe… I don’t know, 2 of your relatives to me as slaves… For free… Unconditional slaves yah… If you can somehow get two of your relatives to be my slaves for free, I will try my very hardest to get you out of whatever is about to happen to you
Well, she did run…
Kaylee cuts Vicky off before she can finish what she was saying and gives her a look. Kaylee looks at the girl seriously but doing her best to look earnest, seeing what she will say.
I’ll be your slave! I have four sisters that mom doesn’t really like, I’ll bet we can get her to convert some of them for you. Please make me your slave!!
You forget about the trust fund and the fact that you’re worth thousands, maybe tens of thousands, dead today.
Maybe, maybe, one thing at a time, if you can get two of your relatives to be my slaves for free, whether they volunteer or their parents give them to me, I will do my best.
Mom has money! She can pay off that bitch.
SHhhhhhh focus. Your mom can’t pay off anyone right now.
Do you think you have any relatives who would do that?
We are talking about people who might volunteer for you.
Or who might voluntold someone else for you.
Or who maybe actually wants to be a slave and needs an excuse.
Do you know any girls like that?
Kaylee winks at Vicky
I don’t know. But my mom and dad are here today, they might help get my sisters to you. And pay the bitch her money.
You are assuming that your dad hasn’t snuffed your mom and the rest of your family. Lots of money in that today.
Vick, do we have time to go check to see if Denis’s mom might give me her sisters? Denise, your parents really like you that much more than your sisters?
Yes! I was their favorite!
Then why didn’t the buy you and make your SINO then?
O.k. I mean, if it won’t put you in any danger, I would love to go ask… I mean Ms. Greene doesn’t lose anything and if she says no, neither do I, so it doesn’t hurt to ask, does it?
Well, maybe. She’s a bit weird. She likes to tease and torment the girls she’s killing, so she might like to see what her family would do.
Mistress Greene and Ian finish spiking Lilly
Thank you, Ian, let’s take this bitch and treat her like she deserves.
Yeah, she’s starting to bother me more than most. I mean she’s a good fuck, but meh, good fucks are really common now.
Well, I guess to men, but I’ve found that finding a young lady who is any good at the oral arts takes some time. I may have higher standards than a teenage boy. In fact, I’m sure I do. No offense.
You don’t have to be mean about it.
Being mean is my job.
But not to men…
She is mean, your both mean. Mean and cruel and dumb.
Did we ask for your input, slut?
How can you do this? You were just inside me, you took my virginity, we did the most intimate thing possible, you were in me, part of me. How can you let some death spike take your place when you could take me for yourself? I know that was the best fuck you have ever had, we could do that every day! Wouldn’t that be amazing?
I didn’t say you were the best fuck I’ve ever had, you were the best fuck I’ve had this week. And it’s still early in the week. We might get a trained sex slave in that I get to help break in. And I know an untrained teen like yourself would be close to useless. It would take weeks to train you to be even marginal, weeks, I’m afraid, you don’t have.
Lilly kicks Ian in the chest
Bitch.
Liar, I know no one has fucked you like that, you didn’t even know girls COULD be on top
I wasn’t 100% on spiking you, now I am.
Oh, please, it didn’t hurt
And if you can’t fuck with a man on top or man behind, you can’t fuck.
I can fuck you anywhere, but I wanted to make an impression, and I did. Why should my first time only be a first time for me, now it was a first for both of us?
So? Your owner was so unimpressed with your skills, she sold you to be snuffed and feed to the wolves.
Besides, if a trained sex slave is only a little better than me, imagine how amazing I will be once you train me.
Look, we already know your family isn’t going to pay to have you saved, so why bother thinking about what might have been? And trained sex slaves are a lot better than you.
Oh please, I could be Cat Beggings in 2012 after getting sex lessons from a Kama Sutra master and my mistress would still have sold me for what they are giving her today.
You’re a disposable cock sleeve. And it’s time to dispose of you.
Lilly screams and flails about
She high kicks Mistress Greene in the face
Ian tasers Lilly yet again.
Lilly convulses, only remaining upright because she is being carried by Ian
You are sorely taxing my patience, if it wasn’t a requirement that you be spiked, I would just cut your throat now. I’m almost ready to take the pay docking to just shut your pathetic slave mouth permanently. Ian, hold this… thing… for a moment.
Mistress Greene produces a dagger from somewhere in her corset.
Look, don’t do that. I’m not a rich mistress at a country club, I’ve got bills to pay, I can’t afford a pay dock. Not after last week.
What if I made it up to you or asked Mr. West to not dock you, saying it wasn’t your fault…
I don’t know. Mr. West is pretty hide bound when it comes to the rules.
Lilly tries to freeze when she sees the knife, but her body is still shaking and jittering from the shock
Please no, I…
Mistress Greene places the tip of the dagger under Lilly's throat.
It would be so easy… And faster for you, which is a pity.
I’m too young, and I have worked so hard. I, I am literally the best non-flyer cheerleader in the state under collage age…
Sell me to a football team or or… I don’t want to die.
That’s too bad. It’s your time, and it’s the place for you to die.
Tears start falling from her Lilly's… finally
Please, she starts whispering. Please
Ian, bring her along.
Mistress Greene makes a small nick in Lilly's chin. The dagger goes somewhere in her corset. Lilly gasps
Not not my face please
Oh, not the face? I might carve the club symbol on your cheeks once we get you on a spike. Now bring her along.
I’ll hold her head steady while you cut her.
Lilly sobs
Mistress Greene turns a starts to walk to the spikes. Ian drags Lilly along.
No, please. I don’t want to die. At least not this way. Please, just hang me or cut off my head, don’t spike me and don’t cut up my face.
Currently, the only question is if I cut my signet on your forehead before or after we spike you. I am cutting you, you have made that obvious that I need to do that.
Like I said, I’ll hold her head steady while you carve up her slut head. Why don’t you cut some holes in her cheeks? I mean big enough to fuck. I’d like to fuck her that way, after she’s on a spike
No sense in getting carried away with my blood art on her face.
Well, OK, just a passing thought
Of course, a teenage boy would mainly think about fucking a slut. You lack the subtly of punishment that you get as an elder.
No reason to be catty. I’ve got, you know, that hormone thing to deal with.
Yeah, maybe you do. Keep in your pants until we get her spiked, then, certainly, skull fuck her, as the saying goes.
You are so wise.
Don’t get smart. I’m sure if I ask Mr. West nicely, I might get to punish you a bit. It’s been years since I punished a young stud.
Hearing this byplay, Lilly redoubles her attempt to escape from Ian's grip. Ian sighs and hit the blonde with another stunning jolt from the taser. Lilly collapses into Ian's arms.
We may have to just drag her to the spikes. She doesn’t seem like we can frog march her there.
Well, drag her ass over to the nearest spike. We will skip the placement that we have been using.
Lilly is dragged by Ian to the nearest spike. She is positioned over it.
Want me to pain zap her to wake her up before we spike her?
No, the spike penetrating her cervix into her uterus should wake her up enough.
OK. But I’d like to zap the bitch.
Do that after violating her mouth as a parting gift.
Lilly is pushed down on to the spike. After about ten inches has entered her, she jerks and screams.
AAHHHHHHHHH! MY GOD, TAKE IT OUT!
See, I told you she would regain her senses.
The sadistic mistress continues to push the young, hapless teen down on to the spike.
AHHHHH IT HURTS. STOP, PLEASE STOP!!!
In response, Mistress Greene shoves her farther down, far enough that the teen is forced to her knees.
Ah, that will do. That’s how I’d like to put all these bitches.
Ah, I got to ask you, what is your day job?
Well, it’s more of a night job, but I’m the designated flogger at several of the clubs in town. Include some clubs where the victims are free women. It’s too bad I’m not allowed to go beyond flogging the little girls who think they are being so edgy by dancing in a club. Hold her head now.
Oh, you really are going to carve your initials into her?
Mistress Greene’s signet ring
Not my initials, my signet, which, while related, not quite the same thing. See, look at my ring, it has on it.
That’s pretty complex. Can you put that on her?
Of course. She’s not the first. Granted, I normally put it on a shoulder blade of a personal slave, but her forehead will do for this. And one lady who wanted to feel like a slave. I understand her boyfriend converted her, then sold her to The Torture Channel a few months later. It’s too bad I found out about that too late. She was already marked, she would have made a fine addition to my slave stable.
Ian holds Lilly's head steady from the back. Mistree Greene produces her dagger from wherever it is hidden in the rear of her corset and starts to move towards her victim.
NOOOO, PLEASE TAKE ME OFF! DON’T CUT MY FACE!
Oh, it’s far too late for that. You have managed to piss me off. I’m just sorry I can’t nick your artery and make you bleed out faster. Well, to be honest, I’m not sure about that. You’re dead either way, and the spike will keep you in pain until the very end. Now hold her tight.
Ian holds Lilly tightly. Mistress Greene, using just the tip of her dagger, carves an ornate M into the teen's forehead.
Mistress Greene produces a black handkerchief from somewhere behind her back, and cleans the blood from the teen's forehead, and examines her work. She touches up part of a stem of the M.
Well, we about a third done now.
AHHHHH, PLEASE STOP!!!
I’m amazed that she even feels this. Push her down a little more.
Ian follows Ms Greene's instructions and pushes Lilly down another inch.
AHHHHH! PLEASE STOP!
Ah, that’s better. Hold her head steady again.
With that, she starts to engrave an ornate G over the M.
AHHHHH!
Seems like her face is more sensitive than I expected.
Ms. Greene finished the G.
OK, only the border left to do. I think I’ll do the square version, all things considered.
She blots the blood from Lilly, then cuts a square around the signet. Once done with that, she adds some detail work to each of the corners of the square.
It’s too bad I don’t have any salt water with me. Dripping it on open wounds always makes for such lovely noises.
Ohh, please stop, I’ll do anything, just take me off this…
Ian, please push her down as far as she will go, and we are done here.
The handkerchief and dagger return to their hiding place.
OK. I really need to get back to Mr. West. I’ll come back when I’m free to use her mouth. She’s thrashing around too much for that to be safe right now.
And I thought that Sheila was bad. She could have Faith and the rest take lessons from this bitch. Need to be polite around her. While I’m fairly sure Mr. West will not have her punish me, I don’t want to risk it, even if it’s not fatal. Ian thought as he returns to his boss.
Kaylee and Vicky discuss talking to Mistress Greene after seeing the spiking and cutting of Lilly’s head.
Kaylee, Vicky, and Denise watch Ms Greene's finishing touches on Lilly. Vicky looks passive, Kaylee looks shocked and Denise looks apprehensive, knowing that something like that awaited her.
What a bitch!
Well, she’s a mistress working as a dominatrix, being a bitch is her job.
Kaylee thinks about it for a minute.
Vic… there’s no way that Ms. Greene can have me converted somehow if I go over there, right?
No, she can’t convert you, unless you let her fuck you a few times with a strap on. I know she’s got some sex slaves, so she does do girls, but really that’s about it. Now your dad, he can convert you.
Cool… then Vicky, do YOU mind if we go ask her? I don’t mean to make you look bad or anything.
Looks bad, this is my life we are talking about… isn’t that more important then if this girl looks bad at work?!?!?!
Kaylee and Vicky at the same time: “NO!!!””
Don’t make me taser you again.
Hey, that’s not funny!
Be good, and I won’t taser you at the same time. Sorry about the stray darts, should have said that as soon as I knew who you were. But I was pissed.
O.k. o.k. you don’t have to be such bitches, as I said, I think I can get you a couple of my sisters… I’ll be good. Who do we have to talk to?
See, she will be good. And all it took was probably being killed in one of the three worst ways I can think of to kill a girl. But still, like she said, lead the way, “mistress” Vicky.
Don’t call me that. A real one might hear you and get pissed. We just saw what that can mean.
Kaylee waits for Vicky to stop ruining her joke and to lead the way already
Well, let’s get going. No time like the present to find out whether I’ve pissed off a professional bitch or not.
Where have you been? I was starting to worry about you. Is she one of the Thomas girls?
Yes, she is. She ran, and it took some work to get her. My friend Kaylee here actually tripped her, which is the only reason why I got her at all; she’s really fast.
Umm, I have a question. The bitch said that she could get a couple of her sisters as slaves if we talked to her parents. Can we go looking for them and see if that’s true?
I don’t have any problems with that, but her owner that wanted to sell her to the club might. You need to talk to her as well. Don’t take too long. If it takes more than fifteen minutes to find them, bring her back here, and we’ll spike her anyway.
Kaylee looked exited and bounced on her toes a couple of times.
Denise followed suit, but actually fully jumped up & down.
<whispered>She is being awfully nice for a pro bitch, she must know something we don’t know. Or that might just be my slave instinct kicking in. She scares me more than Mr. West or Miss Debby-Ann does. She’s brutal and likes it.
<whisperd>VICKY, don’t say that right in front of her
Sorry, Miss Greene… umm… We should probably be going to find her mom and dad, if that is o.k with you? Umm, sorry, I don’t know if there is like a protocol when speaking with a mistress.
Have fun. Vicky, see if you can drum up some more sluts on spikes. We’ve got a lot of them to fill today.
Ok, Mistress, we will. Come on, let’s go find Mr. Thomas and see how he feels about the rest of his daughters.
The three girls go searching for Denise’s family.
Denies lead the way… We don’t know who your parents are.
Yes, benevolent and awesome savior.
Denise turns and starts moving toward the pool, betting with herself that her parents would be sunbathing so that they could both tan while her mom read a book and her dad watched the hot girls with pool bodies. Kaylee winks at Vicky as Denise turns around and starts to lead the way.
Yeah, let’s go find your dad and see how he really feels about you and your sisters.
Oh, I am daddies favorite. The only reason why he didn’t buy me is he didn’t know I was for sale until it was too late, and the bitch wouldn’t sell me back to him, so I’m sure he’ll make the trade.
Well, I hope so for your sake, but we still have to deal with mistress Compton. She has a vested interest in getting you on a spike. You’re worth a lot of money that way.
I’m sure daddy will talk to her. Maybe give her one of the other girls.
You’re asking a lot out of your dad. You keep talking about “the other girls”. How many sisters do you have?
Ten older, my triplet sisters, and four younger, a set of quads. They just had their magic birthday last month.
And you’re sure you’re his favorite out of all seventeen?
Yes, I’m sure. If he had known I was for sale, he would have bought me, or if the bitch had let him buy me, I’d be safe today.
But neither of those happened. Kaylee, I wouldn’t get my hopes too far up about her.
Traci Thomas
There’s Mommy! huh, I’ve never seen that swimsuit before. It’s more reveling than mommy usually wears. She’s the one wearing the one piece that shows her boobs…
I’ll bet it’s your dad’s idea.
Yeah, probably. He might have wanted her to be naked, and that was the compromise.
Well, she’s got nice tits for a woman of her age that has had 17 kids. She’ll get the MILF bonus when your dad sells her.
Daddy loves Mommy. He’d never sell her!
Sure, I’m sure that true…
You’re being mean, you don’t know anything about my family!
Yah, well, Kaylee, this is your idea, why don’t you two go talk to Mr. Thomas.
Sure, Denise, you and I Just have to worry about your mom giving me two of your sisters. That’s the first step for you leaving here upright today, o.k.?
Kaylee pats her head.
It’s my job to try to get you out of trouble after that. But they aren’t necessarily related, except that If I can’t get a couple of your sisters, then you don’t have to worry about going free because I will help Vicky carry you back to the spikes, o.k.?
Denise grimaces.
Hey, hey, If you CAN get your, “mommy” or your dad to give me some of your sisters or if you can get two sisters to volunteer to be my slaves, then I will try my very best to get you home safe today… to someone’s home safe today. But I’m not going to lie, even if I fail at that second part, I’m happy once I have a couple of slaves as cute as you for myself, Denise.
Kaylee looks Denise over, appraisingly.
I WILL try, though; ‘cross my heart and hope to snuff it, stick a spitter in my cunt lips.
Kaylee makes the matching hand gestures
Denise! I haven’t seen you since, you know, the bad game your team had!
Yes, dear?
Denise runs away from the Vicky & Kaylee and over to hug her mom.
MOMMY! I missed you so much!
Denies wrapped her arms around her mother and gave her a peck on the lips and a big kiss on the cheek
I missed you too. how have you been, it hasn’t been too terrible, has it?
It’s been… It’s been mostly o.k. up to now. Sleeping on the floor isn’t great, but it has a plushy carpet and Katherine lets me go to school with her most days as long as I go topless and eat her out during study hall and let people pay her to make me do things too them…. Its… I try to be a good girl, but if I don’t do what she says, she will kill me.
Well, that seems better than what happened to that girl from your squad that was roasted as part of the post game celebration. And who are your friends?
Oh, no! That’s horrible… Did you see who?
The other ones on your squad. I noticed that some of them, well, got eaten. And not the fun way.
Oh, no! That’s horrible… Did you see who?
I’m not sure what her name was. She was tall for a girl and had big breasts. Maybe Hannah? or Terra or Clare? Guys at sports games like to see that sort of thing happen to that kind of girl, you know? Men like to watch them get killed in gruesome ways, I mean. I’m so glad that didn’t happen to you!
Hi Mrs. Thomas, I am Kaylee Emmerson and this is Victoria Woods
OH, NO! it wasn’t Lia! It probably was… But… I mean… I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, but she wasn’t well liked and…
Actually, Mrs. Thomas, that’s what we wanted to talk to you about. Do you have a moment?
Just a moment…
Vicky looks slightly worried about the pace of this conversation
Yes, I’ve got all the time you need.
What’s going on here? Denise, why aren’t you with your mistress? I’m surprised she would let you out of her sight at a big thing like this.
Dear, let her talk. I’m sure she has a good reason for this.
DADDY!!!!
Denise runs up to her dad and gives him a big hug and a kiss on the lips.
I’m glad to see you too, pumpkin, but what’s going on?
I need help. Like, really need help. I think Lilly and Vivian are already dead or dying but I… but If you help me, I think maybe I won’t. These girls can help explain it, Daddy.
Denise points at Kaylee
OK, hold on. What is going on here, miss? Why isn’t she with her owner, and why are my other two dead or dying? I’m confused here.
Mr. Thomas, hi, My name is Kaylee Emmerson, you might know my dad, he did business with Mister Cook, and also they were friends, My dads Name is Cap Emmerson.
I am not sure if I know him.
Umm, this is my friend Vicky, she works for Spellbook Slaves.
Kaylee makes a little hand gesture to Vicky to follow my lead.
I actually just ran into your daughter a few minutes ago… Funny story, actually. She was running, I thought her and Vicky were playing tag and I tackled her, so Vicky could catch her. But what Vicky and Denise said was actually going on is that your daughter’s owner sold her and her sisters to go be decorations for the party by sitting down on some of those short spikes that are littered around the field for people to use and ogle while they chat and mingle, you know?
Kaylee pauses for a moment to make sure Mr. Thomas is following her, so far.
Yes, go on. I’ve heard about the cousins being used for decorations.
Well, daddy, you see…
Well, the thing is, I offered to try to get Denise out of it in exchange for a favor. Denise seems to think that she can get two of her sisters or half sisters or cousins or something to be my slaves. I said if that happens, I would do my best to get her out of being spiked. I thought she might have a couple of relatives who might want to volunteer, but she said that you might be happy to just give me two girls to get her out of trouble.
Well, Stephanie and her sisters are old enough now, dear. Maybe Denise’s owner might take one of them in trade, and we could sell Melinda and Hanna to this young lady… You have been saying that we either need a smaller family or a larger house.
I couldn’t buy them from you, but if you give them to me, I will do my upmost to make sure that Denise lives through at least today. As you said, it’s really her owners’ decision, but if she doesn’t die today, she at least won’t die like that. I would also NOT kill the two you give me for at least 4 months minimum. I can give you that promise. And I mean, if you’re reaching the end of your ability to care for all of them, why not give them to me. you make money by me having to pay for their expenses instead of you having to keep up with fashion and school trips and birth control pills, etc. I would be happy to take any of your girl’s off your hands, though Denise did mention that she has some little sisters who just had their sweet… umm… magical birthday. She said they were stereotypical annoying little sisters. Maybe you want to have twins instead of quads? I certainly wouldn’t mind being older than my slaves instead of younger… That said, I would honestly be willing to help-out by taking any two off your hands.
Well, there is the matter of taxes. Even if I were to sell them to you for, like, a dollar, the feds would want their money. I mean, I’m not opposed to selling them, but I’m not going to lose money on the deal. Well, hm. The thing about converting granddaughters. You get part of that 20 million. Need to think about that. I’ll bet that will be more than 500 then.
Vicky sighs.
Well, umm… Excuse me, Mr. Thomas, There are two things that occur to me about the taxes.
Vicky gives an awkward wave as she takes a few steps to join the group and talk.
The first thing that crosses my mind is, do you think you could, convince, or, “convince” any of your daughters to volunteer? Because if they volunteer, there won’t be any taxes to pay. You would be saving Denise’s life, saving money, and losing nothing of particular value. Umm, depending on the daughters of course and how much they mean to you. A girl, many girls, have value in and of themselves, though looking at her, I would say that kind of emotional value might also apply to Denise she seemed to think it would.
Thank you sir, First, I need to know whether Denise was just wasting our time or not, could you, in principle, give me two other girls to save her??
Ah, I suppose, not any girl, but there are two or three I would be willing to give up for Denise, yes.
You are? Really?
Yes.
GREAT! It seems, from what your wife is saying, like you’re in a bit of a pickle with how many children you have at present anyway. I doubt the club will care much about exactly who they spit. Why not let me see what I can do? all I need from you is two girls. I bet your wife would say that two girls living with a nice mistress like me in exchange for even the chance that Denise doesn’t die in the most painful way possible is worth the risk, wouldn’t you say, Mrs. Thomas? Mr. Thomas?
Well, yes, to be fair, I’d rather have Denise that say Melinda or Hanna, but that’s really his call.
You wouldn’t get to keep any of the three, but that isn’t really the point
Yes, this sounds…… something, but I am not sure, besides the fact that you have no way of assuring me that you would be successful in actually helping Denise, there is the issue that Melinda and Hanna, and in fact all of her sisters are worth a LOT of money today in the form of shares of their grandfather’s estate. I wasn’t going to sell any of them today, but now that you have me thinking about who much I love which daughter I have started to. I am now strongly considering selling each and every one of my daughters and starting over with a big pile of money. Even Traci is worth a pretty penny today. If I am selling girls, why not sell the whole family and start over? As the saying goes, a man can see a whole lot of women from atop a pile of money.
Kaylee elbows Vicky in the side.
Indeed, that’s true Mr. Thomas, the thing is, as things stand right now… you’re not really in a place to claim any of that money. Denise, here, ran from a designated agent of a slaver. Kaylee not only witnessed it but aided in the capture as a good Samaritan. If we go to my boss right now, well, I should tell him what happened and then all the females in your family would be converted by the state… You wouldn’t get any of that. More over… If your wife is one of the daughters of the dearly departed… Well, that would mean a lot of the people here today would be losing out on significant money as they would suddenly lose the right to sell any of their daughters, any of Denis’s cousins… I would think that would make your family… or rather you, fairly unhappy. It would also just be bad for you… YOU would miss out on a lot of money. but I mean… I’m just a silly ditz teenaged girl, complicated things like federal law and slave seizure tend to fall right on out of my head whenever I shake it and Kaylee here is a dirty Jew, there’s a reason they aren’t allowed into clubs like this, right? So unscrupulous… Why, I bet she could even be convinced to forget about what Denise did if you gave her a couple of your daughters. then it would just be my word against yours, and you’re a man, after all. Why would I even bother telling anyone at that point?
Hmm. You’re saying I give up three shares of my father-in-law’s estate and $1,000 cash or loss the rights to all of my children and make an enemy out of many of the richest people in the state. Is that what you’re blackmailing me with?
Vicky tries to consider what all the various repercussions of the next few seconds could be depending on how she responds to that question. Unfortunately, what she had said about being a ditz was actually partially true, so Vicky decided to go the simple route
Yes, sir, that is precisely what I am blackmailing you with.
I see, well, there isn’t anything I can do about it, I suppose you little Lilith, but I’m not giving you Caitlin or Naomi, either.
Sir, I don’t think I or Vicky really care what you do with your daughters as long as I get two of them first, you know?
Sure, but I’m not clear on how I can give them to you without dealing with the taxes.
Well before I was going to suggest that you just make two of them volunteer, and I was going to work the rest out with Vicky’s boss… but now… I mean… I think you should sell me two for a dollar. What is loosing an additional 500 dollars when you stand to make so much more by selling the rest? Not to mention assuring your bodily safety from a clan of angry rich old-money elites? I mean, if all the Cook girls get converted by the state, you get nothing but a bunch of VERY angry brothers and sisters-in-law. If you sell two to me for a buck, you get thousands of dollars minus $1,000; $1,002 technically. And because I am a girl of my word, I will still promise to do my best to make sure Denise isn’t spitted, even just because I promised her I would.
Melinda, Hanna, Stephanie, and Patricia
Well, if you put it that way. Melinda, Hanna, Stephanie, and Patricia come here.
Four girls who were wading in the shallow end in of the pool chatting with other girls look up when they hear their names one they all look over and one of them shouts out
You need us, Daddy? Yes, I do! Kaylee, chose 2.
The four girls run over
Umm, are these girls quads?
Yes they are, my last
Two sets of twins? Sorry, I mean two sets of fraternal twins? or two sets of identical twins that are fraternal with each other? Is there a word for that?
Yeah, the doctor was confused as well…
Huh, Can I have one of each?
He wanted to study them, but there is the whole age thing.
Sure you can, Kaylee.
Denise waves happily but quietly at her sisters as they discuss.
Do any of you play any instruments?
We play rock band, does that count?
No it does not, you should feel bad about asking. But… Maybe one of you could play foot petal sometimes. Are any of you good at math? No… You don’t look like you’re going to be good at math. That was silly. Do any of you cook, though?
I’ve got a straight A average. And Hanna is a great cook.
That’s good… Neither of you got less than a B on the orals skills section of freshman sex ed, did you?
Ah, well, no, why does that matter? Stephanie got an A+ And the teacher used her as a demo girl, a lot.
OOO that’s nice, so Patty any special talents? Speak now or forever hold your peace
Well, I fold clothes and keep the house tidy. Mom says I’m the best maid she ever had.
Aww, that’s nice. I’m sure your mom will miss you.
The girls look confused
Mr. Thomas, I think I would like Hanna and Stephane. If eating and sex are the finest pleasures, then I would like the girls who can give them.
Well, we need to talk to the slavers, I think. Plus, daddy always says that it’s dangerous if slaves are too smart.
Yes sir. And sir, I really will do my best for Denise… I can’t promise anything, but I think I have shown here that I am good at getting what I want.
Well, since she really belongs to the club, I’ll put in a word with Mistress Greene about a 2 for one swap, that might keep her off the spike for this one any way. Did I mention I’m on the club board of directors?
Oh, um sorry, no… I am sorry that could be confusing, no I am not willing to give up Either Stephany or Hanna for her. Much less both, but I will see if there is anything else I can do.
Oh, no, I meant Melinda and Patricia.
Kaylee whispers to Mr. Thomas
Sir… Are sure you want her leaving here today? She… Is kinda a blabbermouth and if she told anyone… I mean, it’s a legal matter. I mean, she was willing to tell me enough to make a deal with you just to save her skin… It seems like you love her but… Well, it’s up to you.
Mr. Thomas whispers back
If she reverts to the mistress, the mistress can threaten her with an even slower and more painful death.
Sir… They are mistresses, if she told them, they would stand to gain a whole host of cheap slaves to start a business with… Plus, she belongs to the club now anyway, not the mistresses.
Well, like I said, I’m on the board.
It’s your choice, sir, of course.
Drat… I was hoping to fail at trying to save her… Well, who knew I was so good at saving skanks… technically I just saved three lives
Well, let me think about it on the way to the Spellbook vans. Come on everyone, you too Traci.
Me… I… I was hoping to take a few minutes to say goodbye to the other kids while you are getting things sorted out with the little Jew blackmailer and the slavers. I won’t get to see them again after today
Oh, I wouldn’t say that. We sell mothers and daughters together all the time.
I am sure OTHER People do that Other times, but that isn’t what My husband is doing NOW. We were high school sweethearts, you know. Our bond is close enough that I will love him and eventually forgive him, even for selling off my daughters. Now run along you little hateful charlatan and let me say good by to my girls!
Let’s not keep people waiting, come on. That means you too, Traci.
Glen, please, you only need one parent to convert the kids. I am fine with you doing it if that’s what needs to happen, please just let me take the few minutes to say good by to the girls I have spent the last 20 years of my life making loving and raising for you. Besides, what good am I going to do while you men folk and these two little miscreants discuss business?
Well, I’m given serious thought to selling you as well. I’m still thinking about it. If you don’t come along, I’ll have this girl hit you with a taser shot, and I’ll drag you there. Now let’s go.
I’ve got 5 shots left before I have to reload. Just give me the word, sir.
Traci starts walking, but tears start to slowly drip down her face
Glen, why would you sell me? We have never really fought, we hate all the same things and like the same movies… Glen, you’re my best friend, we’ve known each other since we were kids. Why are you being like this?
Well, while you still look good for a 40-year-old, well, you’re still 40. And if I’m gonna start over, well, I’m gonna start over. Plus, to be honest, you’re worth a lot of money if I sell you in the next 3 days.
Honey, think about it. You’re going to get old eventually. If you want some young slave to fuck, that’s fine, but don’t you want to have someone who gets you? When you’re 80, don’t you want someone around you can talk to? I don’t understand why you want to, “start over” why you think your new daughters will be better than the ones we have spent our lives raising together, but fine. There are a few thousand dollars to be made today. Fine, let’s go for it, spend the money on some hot little baby incubator, maybe we’ll even get a boy out of it to follow in your footsteps, but why get rid of me at the same time? We have plenty of money and plenty more coming today. Do you really want to throw away a lifetime of love and friendship for a few hundred bucks?
You make good points. I’ll think about them as we go there.
Fine, I hope you will.
Traci doesn't say anything else as they all walk to the Spellbook position.
The Thomas family goes to the unofficial Spellbook Slave’s headquarters.
My name is Glen Thomas and I have a sort of complex thing to do here.
Mr. Thomas, let’s hear it and see if we can handle it.
Well, let start with the easy one. I want Melinda and Patricia sold to the club as decorations. Sorry, Kaylee, you are going to have to talk to Marcia about Denise on your own.
That was the easy one. Let’s see about Hanna and Steph
That’s just fine, sir, that was my plan to begin with.
Glad we are on the same page.
Kaylee pulls two dollar bills out of her back pocket.
And I want to sell Hanna and Stephanie to Ms Emmerson here.
Hey boss man, I think you will be proud of me for helping set up the rest of this.
OK, Vicky, let’s see what the rest is.
That covers the youngest set. Now Belinda, Dana, Caitlin, Gabriela and Naomi, the next five, I want to sell them to you, but I’d like them to have sold on to someone that use them harshly, ideally as torture or snuff bunnies…
GLEN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Be quiet, I’m still thinking about you.
Now for Sherri, Candace, Kristina, Abby, and Samantha, If it’s possible, I’d like them sold as a set of sex slaves. I understand that you some time sell mothers and their teen daughters together.
GLENN, Please think!
She really starts to bawl.
You’re going to be so lonely. Just I don’t want that for you
Yes, but normally only 2 or 3 teens. Five would be pushing it. There isn’t a problem selling them a set, but with the mother would tricky. Not quite the market for that size group of teens with a MILF mother. She does qualify as a MILF, for what it’s worth. A lot of the older daughters of Emmet don’t.
Hmm. Well, I would rather not sell her unless she can be with at least some of the kids. Guess I’ll keep her, at least for now.
You know why my dad hates girls so much? Because he never had what we have. please, I…
Thank you, thank you, husband.
OK, let me see if I have this right. Two to the club. Payment for them comes from the club. I’m just the middle man. 10 teens, with varying end uses. And 2 to the young lady.
Right, and I said I would cover the sales tax on them.
Kaylee smiles and holds up the two dollars
But I am paying for them… I have a dollar each for them.
Well, that’s between him and you. OK, let me look at the girls.
Mike gets out his phone and runs the slaver grade app on the girls.
Hmm. Most of them are A-, but Abby and Samantha, A+. Let me figures some numbers…
Based on their grade and age group, I can offer eleven thousand three hundred for all 10. Plus, of course, there would be some shares in the trust fund. That includes subtracting the 500 in tax that you said you are covering.
We might want to consider keeping the oldest two, they are doing well in college. It’s your choice, but it is something to consider, biology is a good field.
That would lower your take home to nine thousand. Of course, if they are going to Eastlake University, there is a good chance that they will be converted anyway. That school has like 50% conversion rate, over a student four years. Of course, sorority members skew those numbers, given their conversion rates.
And I’ve got a question for you, Vicky, why isn’t this bit of wolf food on a spike right now?
She was important to making this deal happen. She said she could get other girls converted if I let her see her dad. I thought you would rather make the money.
Mr. West?
Yes young lady?
It’s mostly my fault, I convinced Vicky to let us try. Vicky did get Mistress Greene’s permission first.
Well, that’s between you and her. But I suspect you need to get to work on that before she becomes angry. She’s not a lady you want to get angry. As I recall the club rules, she can flog you if you are just a dependent of a member when the dependent has violated club rules. Convertible dependents are just slightly above slaves in rights here. They somehow got an ordinance about that pushed through the city council.
Vicky and Kaylee together: “Yes sir.”
Denice starts looking between all the parties involved a bit nervously as things continue. Why… shouldn’t they have mentioned me being freed by now? wasn’t that the whole point of this? When is daddy going to tell them to let me go?
Well, Evan, you need to strip these two and take them to Marcia. Plus, Vicky, whatever you have planned for wolf food here.
Who’s “Marcia”?
Mistress Greene. I suggest you not call her that.
Wait! What? DADDY, MOM? YOU’RE NOT REALLY GOING TO LET THEM PUT US ON SPIKES, ARE YOU?!?
Of course. I’m on the board here. It’s expected of me to supply some decorations. I think I’ll keep the older two, they’re only a year from graduation, would hate to just waste that money.
How do you want the money? For this amount, we recommend bank transfer, but I can give you a loaded debit card. Vicky, Ian, do some blood tests. Ian, if they are green, take them to the van and then to the shop.
But before you go, am I to understand that this whole transaction is to do to your efforts, young lady?
It wasn’t all me, Denise said some things, I convinced Vicky to let us try to see where things went. I would say I had the ideas and Vicky helped execute them. I don’t think Mistress Greene would have listened to me, and Vicky made the hard sell on Mr. Thomas when he was about to walk away.
The two girls look at each other.
I think it was a team effort, but I was the one who convinced Vicky to give it a try, so if you’re upset you should consider it to be my fault.
Well, even so, this seems like you have a head for the slaving business, even if you aren’t a mitten. I’d like to offer you an internship. Normally, those go to mittens, but there isn’t anything in stone about that. Because it’s an internship, I can get away with paying you less than local wages, but after it’s over, I almost guarantee a post at the shop at local wage parity.
Please, Kaylee, take it! We could be together again.
I would like to see Vicky… I would still get to go to school?
But Ka…
SHHH!
Of course. This would be work study as part of a business class. Normally, it would be the mistress class, but some others could work.
Vicky looks a little nervous.
I would have to look over what options there are.
If I’m not in the business class? Could it count as college credits? Do you have any deals with the local colleges?
Yes, I can do that. Would you rather it be for Eastlake University or the community college?
The community college. I would have set hours? And none of them could be during school hours, right? And I would be able to work out a monthly schedule to fit extracurriculars in?
But…
Vicky hush.
Well, with in reason, sure.
Would I have a contract that would state that in writing?
This offer is void if you are or turn in to a cheerleader, but anyway. And, of course, you would have an employment contract.
I am not a cheerleader… but just out of curiosity, why would it matter?
She puts the back of her hand on her forehead, looks at the sky.
Isn’t my business acumen, physical beauty and radiant charisma worth a job offer regardless of my after school interests?
Because cheerleaders have about an 80 percent chance of being converted or roasted. If you were a boy, I’d say you had brass ones.
Maybe I have brass ovaries? I am not a cheerleader. I am on a swim team, though, and I go to state speech competitions.
KAYLEE!
VICKY!
We can handle those.
Kaylee, looking at Vicky and thinking rationally.
Mr. West, do you have one of these internship contracts here by any chance?
Well, I have my tablet with a private, secure connection to the office server, so, yeah, I have all my paperwork available. I am not sure how I did out of the office work before good wireless net access.
Are there any protections from outside enslavement that are part of the contract, and on a similar note, are there any elements of the contract that could result in my enslavement?
Well, to be honest, the non Mistress in Training contract does have a conversion clause. I would have to tweak the mitten one for you.
What is the conversion clause, and does it come with some sort of hold or claim on a slave that would be made from me if another entity enslaved me?
Of course, this would much easier if you would become a mistress in training next semester.
Kaylee, he’s my boss.
Just another minute, please, Vicky.
Well, yeah. If you get converted by anything apart from being a volunteer, we would have the right of first refusal on you. And the conversion clause is for things that would normally just get you fired in the old days.
And under what conditions could you enslave me? What about if I quit?
If you did, “fire for cause” actions, as defined by Oklahoma labor laws. For what it’s worth, I’ve never contract converted anyone. Had 3 volunteers, as it happens. And you can quit with 2 weeks’ notice.
And you couldn’t just add hours above the five hours that kids are allowed to work in this state, and you can’t schedule them during normal school hours and have to make accommodations for extracurriculars as discussed, right?
Normal school hours? but you are…
Kaylee places her hand over Vicky's mouth, sweating just a little bit.
If you print that up, I will sign right now.
Well, I’m not about to break labor laws for one, to be honest, grade A- slave. Not worth my business license. And I don’t print shit. I’ve been paper less for 5 years. Let me make the mods to a contract and you can sign it on the tablet. Vicky, you have something to say here? And Kaylee let her talk.
I mean… she is just a slave, should she really be interrupting two people talking business?
Wait… she’s a slave? I thought she worked for Spellbook?
I want to hear what she has to say. She is trusted enough to carry weapons, after all. Vicky, did you ever say you were a free woman to Mr. Thomas?
Vicky licks Kaylee's hand and tickles it. Kaylee moves her hand and wipes it off on her pants.
Eeew, I hate it when you do that.
It works. No, not once did I say I was a free woman. I may not be the smartest slave you have, but I’m smart enough to not say I’m free to a man.
The brunette implied it, though.
Kaylee makes an innocent expression and body language, and after a moment she whistles.
We will discuss this later, Vicky. Maybe with Faith’s help.
Look what is done, is done and everyone… and I do mean everyone is richer for it.
Sorry, Kaylee, if I didn’t tell him I would be tortured or snuffed for sure. Kaylee can’t become a mitten because she doesn’t go to public school.
Oh?
Her parents won’t let her. They home school her.
Oh. That changes things a little. There are mistress classes that aren’t for students.
They don’t think that girls should go to normal school.
Safer that way, I suspect.
Yah… they just think that girls don’t need to learn history or about science and stuff and should be available for cooking and cleaning the home.
VICKY STOP!
I know her from 4H club, not from a school, and there is more.
Well, might have you tutored a bit then.
VICKY, you don’t need to tell him that part. It isn’t relevant.
Oh? I’m all ears. Tell me Vicky. Or tell Faith in her lair later.
He just said he would torture me, besides ethically, he owns me, and you’re making a business deal that involves me.
I’m your best friend. come on!
I’m waiting, and so is Mistress Greene. Please remember, Kaylee, she can flog you up to 50 lashes, if I recall the by laws right.
Umm, Mr. west. I will give you 100 dollars if you make the skinny one talk… this brunet may be a good saleswoman, but I believe she took me for a ride. Let’s air out the laundry.
Please.
Sorry, Kaylee. Mr. West, I happen to know that there is a person who has PPC rights over Kaylee.
Oh? That applies to most young girls today. That’s a major part of my business. When a young love affair ends, it is very, very common for the girl to end up converted and the young man a grand or so richer.
I wasn’t going to mention anything before because it wasn’t relevant, but then she started negotiating the contract without telling the whole truth, and you’re my boss.
And plenty of grown women for that matter. And it is your owner. Not your boss. Please keep that in mind.
Right, but you could probably use the knowledge to get a better contract… or make the person an offer… I think he might even be here.
It’s too embarrassing PLEASE VICKY, you have said enough to affect the contract, please don’t tell him who…
Well, not actually affect the contract. Just makes sure that the conversion clause is in it.
Mr. Thomas holds up a $100 bill
Mike waves it off
Vicky?
It’s her brother. her parents put her in charge of his sexual education. The little brat recorded it.
That’s not as unusual as you might think. Do about five to ten a year. Mainly Westside, I’ll grant. Southside incest seems to be father daughter/stepdaughter, not brother/sister. Brother/Stepsister is really common, however. Maybe 10% of all PPC conversions.
He also came on her a few times while she was asleep, and she was too tired and just told him to, “finish up and go away” so it is consensual.
And has it happened in the last 30 days?
I don’t know, I have been with you sir, but judging by how scared she was probably?
I was asking Kaylee.
I would like to offer you one of my slaves in exchange for you not pursuing this line of inquiry any farther and ignoring what Vicky just told you.
Hmm. Let me see them.
Plus, you already profited $100 from hearing it.
Kaylee grabs the bill out of Mr. Thomas's hand and hands it to Mike.
HEY!
Oh, hush, you know you got what you wanted.
OK, I’ll take Stephanie and you can sign right now. If your brother tries to convert you, basically we get you. Granted, he gets fair market value for you. That’s about 900, based on what your grade appears to be, assuming no training certs. And since you tried to trick me about your status as a student, you’ll work the same hour as Vicky. That’s 12 hours a day, Sunday or Saturday off, assuming your parents go for that. If they don’t well, you’ll work as many hours as they allow you to.
Technically, I can only work 5 hours a day unless you make it worth school credit, can you do that thing where I get college credit for working for you?
Oh, sure. Not a problem there. I have a student work/study contract with Eastlake University. Haven’t used for a few years, but it’s still good.
Sigh, so let’s talk pay, minimum wage?
For at least the 1st 90 days, then maybe up to local scale.
Sounds good, works for me… But what if I gave up 2 dollars an hour in exchange for only working ten hours a day, and you let me off to go to dive team and speech team practice. And you guarantee me days off when I have meets and competitions, in addition to weekends and holidays? Sound good?
I’ll take the cut in pay for “only” 10 hours per day. And yeah, I’ll give you off for meets and competitions, assuming 2 weeks notice. And both Saturday and Sunday, plus federal holidays off-duty, assuming no major issues at the shop, which doesn’t happen often, but has. It’s not like a school district is going to decide to convert their entire senior class on a Friday afternoon again. At least without giving us some advanced warning.
One-week notice? You have dozens and dozens of slaves just fill in the pinch…
But not trained. I’m assuming that I’m going to have to spend the 1st week or two training you to run the desk. Took Vicky a week, but she had, ah, reasons to learn it quickly. Can’t threaten you, with, you know, torture or possibly being snuffed. Unless you sign a waiver, that is.
I do not want to sign a waiver, please
I really didn’t expect you to.
Umm, the thing is that in girls’ sports sometimes girls become unavailable last minute, you know?
Well, you would need to give notice of any event that you might end up in, even if you don’t end up going.
What I meant was sometimes I only get a week’s notice when the team needs someone to fill in.
Hmm. Well, if your coach will sign off on it, that would be OK. As long as it’s not a regular thing.
Deal, and I keep the cook slave? If I am being honest, I don’t even get to keep her. I was hoping to get to keep one, but My brother said he would convert me regardless of what if I didn’t get him a slave by the end of the month, and would rather not end up the same way they are. I figure giving him the cooking slave instead of the sex slave would be more fun for me and everyone else in the house. I was hoping to get to keep the other one, but I guess that isn’t going to happen.
Sorry, but you offered. And sex slaves sell for more than house slaves. Simple economics drove that decision.
So, wouldn’t you want to keep the sex slave?
I am keeping her, at least until some nice lesbian buys her.
Get a lot of those of late. Breaking in young sex slaves is always fun. And I’m starting to have enough ladies and mistress working for me that we can do lesbian breaking in house, don’t have to rent them out to get that done.
Right good… I was asking to keep the cook.
So, let me tweak the contract a bit. Sign here. After you read it, of course. But don’t take too long doing that. You gave me Stephanie already. In fact, Vicky, take her to the van.
Ah, Ian has left with it, with the rest of the family.
Oh. Yeah, slipped my mind. Well, put a collar on her and put her in whatever holding area we have set up. And Kaylee, my offer is open for five minutes, starting now.
Hey, she isn’t yours until I sign.
Your burning time.
Kaylee opens the contract and skims it, looking for words like, “conversion” “convert” “contractual” and “default.” She puts my finger down to sign, then pauses.
I can’t start until Monday. I need time to give my slave to my brother and to tell my parents etc.
Monday will be fine. Be at the shop at 7:00 AM sharp. You work until 5:30, with a 30-minute unpaid lunchtime.
7:00AM!!!
Yes. Being late will result in a write-up. 3 write-ups and you will be converted for cause.
But… That’s inhuman!
I’ll be there. And I’m more or less human. Regardless of what some now slaves may say.
I don’t even think the sun is up that early. Don’t you want me to get my beauty sleep?
Just go to bed early.
I would be able to sell more slaves if I had time to put on makeup… But… I don’t decide my bedtime…
You will be mainly working on the intake side of the shop to start with. Sales takes a different mind set, one that isn’t easy to train. And why don’t you decide your bedtime?
My parents decide my bedtime, and I have siblings.
Any sisters? I’ll make a deal with your parents for them.
Yes… Wait, no, that isn’t necessary.
Better pay, easier hours, they might go for it.
Wait… Do you want to PAY my sisters? Like hire them?
No, I want to buy them, of course. Better pay for you.
If I sign this, you won’t do that?
Bird.
Shut up, you brain – empty blond ditz.
Yes, but I hold the right to contact your parents if the situation requires it…
Do you mean if I am late to work? Wait… You can convert me if I am late three times?
I said being late is a write-up. 3 write-ups is a firing offense if male, conversion if female. There are some other offense that will get you a write-up, but you really have to fuck up to do that. Being late is the main one.
Three times quarterly or what?
Per year, of course. I’ll take doctors notes if you are missing a whole day or very late.
sigh Fine, I can’t believe you threatened my sisters because I don’t want to wake up before the roosters even do
Of course, in your case, you get to miss some days for your meetings and events.
Kaylee kicks the dirt a bit a couple of times, then she signs the document.
I didn’t threaten your sisters unless you think your parents would sell them.
Kaylee hands the tablet back to Mike.
Thank you, see you Monday. Now deal with this wolf food.
Hey! She promised to try to get her out of trouble…
That’s true, I did… I said I would TRY my best.
But I am not very optimistic, honestly. Come on, Denise, Vicky.
Kaylee, Vicky, Denise, and Hanna go back to Mistress Greene
It’s about time you got back. I had to spike 5 sluts all by myself, including both of her sisters. So what’s the deal with her now?
Kaylee & Vicky look at each other. Denise elbows Vicky.
Well, actually, we are supposed to talk to you about that. Well, not so much we, necessarily, but my friend Kaylee here is supposed to talk to you about that.
Kaylee sighs but takes a step forward.
Yes, I have been asked to talk to you about Denise. Specifically, what can be done to prevent her from being spiked today. I don’t want to say OR ask much before seeing how you feel about having a discussion about this issue.
Well, I’m not really one to talk much about sluts, but I’ll tell you one thing, from my standpoint one of the three of you is going on a spike, and to be clear, I really don’t care which. So talk among yourself before you start talking to me about it, keeping in mind my feelings on the subject right now.
Ma’am, I’m a free girl. You can’t put me on a spike. Moreover, I’m an employee of Spellbook slaves, and a member of this club. I do deserve a modicum of respect from its employees.
Meh. You can always volunteer, if Blondie here means that much to you. And I’m not just an employee, I’m an officer of the club’s board. I just work as a mistress as needed. And you are the daughter of a member, not the same, puts you just slightly above being a slave in importance. I’m surprised that your father hasn’t taken advantage of our punishment for wayward daughters program. Maybe I’ll mention it to him next time I see him. He might not know about it.
I’m not going to volunteer. However, this walking meat stick’s, points at Denice,
dad specifically wanted me to talk to you about not spiking her today, and he IS a member of the board and a client of Spellbook which means I am obligated to have this conversation with you at his request.
Hey, don’t call me that.
Shut up meaty-pop
OK, start talking. Vicky is a slave, I know that, so we might make a trade.
Well, I’m not authorized to trade Vicky, and unfortunately for both of us my personal slave Kaylee points to the remaining quad is already spoken for, BUT it does occur to me that there is a solution that can make everyone, including you, happy… Well, maybe not Denice… But Denice is just a dumb slut anyway, I mean look, points at her sisters she has already being face fucked on spike twice over, and she still has an attitude. But still, I think my solution will technically even fulfill Denise’s request, if you’re willing to hear me out.
Go on. I’m all ears.
Denise asked me to talk to you about getting her out of being spiked today, and that is the language her father used as well.
OH! Oh, that’s smart.
Currently, I prefer the term “wolf food”.
And the lawyer said that the owners of any grandkids get their money as long as they are snuffed out within the next three days!!!!!!
Vicky hops up and down.
Yes, but more today.
Huh??? I don’t get it…
So why don’t we allow the club to keep her and use her as a sex slave for two days for the same $500, and you can snuff her out in two days, how every you want, flay her and use her skin for golf gloves in the pro-shop and then live butcher her for use in the restaurant? Doesn’t really matter. You guys get a free rental slave plus materials, her owner gets her money. Denise and her dad get Two extra days of living for Denise and YOU, this is my favorite part, you get one extra-girl you can spit today because Denise here won’t be taking up the spike. I mean you’ve already spiked her twice pointing out her identical doubles again wouldn’t you rather have another DIFFERENT girl to spike?
Well, the codicil was explicit that there was an extra half share if they were spiked today, and half share is worth quite a lot.
Oh, is that true… Admittedly, I was trying NOT to listen as hard as possible… This whole thing is really depressing. I hate the girl slave trade.
Kaylee tussles Denis's hair one more time, mostly because it is really soft, and she looks adorable fixing it each time, then Kaylee gives her a shove toward Mistress Greene.
Sorry Denise, I guess you’re a spiked suck slut for the next bit, like your copies. Who knows, though, if you suck well enough and look pathetic enough, maybe someone will remember you or something.
But but but you said you would save me!
Looking back and forth between Vicky and Kaylee.
No! I said I would TRY to save you, and I did, and Ms. Greene said no. She even explained why it wouldn’t be feasible. The only other thing we could do would be to talk to your owner and Ms. Greene said we could only have you for 15 minutes and that was over 30 minutes ago. So, unless Ms. Greene wants to give you another 15 minute furlough, I have officially done my best and failed… Which, if I am honest, I was pretty sure I would from the start. You are now spike meat. Thank you for the free sisters, though… Oh, and for making my life safer. I really do have gratitude for that. You won’t be forgotten, at least not by me… Oh, HEY LOOK! YOU REALLY WILL BE REMEMBERED! and look at the bright side, You saved your little sister from getting spiked. She gets to live as our family’s masturbation aid. Who knows, she might get pregnant, and your genetic line might actually continue thanks to you. No problem ma’am, well, I assume you and Vicky have this from here right?
Yes, of course.
Thank you. Vicky, if you would, please. Why don’t you have this young lady help you? I understand I have a wife to whip the skin from her back. There are bets on how long she will stay alive or when she passes out. Oddly, not one of Mr. Cook’s daughters, just a member’s wife who is tired of her. That sort of thing makes putting up with the pigs on the board worthwhile.
Kaylee starts dusting her hands off
Vicky And Kaylee spike Denise
OK, let’s go, Denise.
You too, Hannah, I don’t want you out of my sight.
The four girls walk to the nearest spike.
OK, strip down or do we have to cut it off you?
No, I’ll strip. Please don’t do this. Please.
Sorry, I have to. Remember what the bitch said, she doesn’t care which one of us gets spiked and if you aren’t spiked before she gets back, she may spike me and deal with my owner after. I’m not risking that for a cheerleader.
Please. Tell her I ran away and you couldn’t get me.
That would just about ensure that I got spiked and Kaylee would get fifty lashes. Not happening. Now stand over the spike.
The doomed teen stands over the spike.
Please.
Vicky kicks Denise's legs out from under her. Denise drops on to the spike and lets out a cry.
AHHHHH, PLEASE TAKE ME OFF!
I really am sorry, but it’s either you or me, and I have the power here today. Maybe later I will not have the power, and I’ll be the one being snuffed, but I’m doing everything possible to avoid that, and if it means snuffing cheerleaders, well, the world has too many of those as it is.
Vicky pushes Denise down a little more. The amount of blood coming out Denise's vagina increases. Denise whimpers.
I might have his something important. You might bleed out faster. That would be a mercy right now.
Come on Kaylee, Hanna, we are done here.
That was… That was pretty brutal.
Well, yeah, being a slave is pretty brutal. I’ll grant the spikes are a little more brutal than most things. Except maybe a really slow spitting on Jessica or Vlad.
Hannah, Denise's last sister who isn't in a slave warehouse or on a spike, is silently bawling her eyes out as she follows Kaylee and Vicky after being pulled away from hugging her spiked sisters
Sigh, Dad always said there was no point to a spit roast if it wasn’t done on the slowest setting. Listen, Vicky, there is something I wanted to mention while we have a moment alone.
Well, depends on how many you are doing, I guess. People like Hills do dozens a day. What do you have to say?
I don’t have to say anything, but I wanted to ask.
Sure What?
Are you really not going to tell Mike about the runners?
Well, that depends. She’s not the only one. I’ll skip her if that matters to you. But yeah, some of them were almost harder than she was.
No, no. I think you should tell Mike like right away. You’re HIS SLAVE, V! I said ‘I’ wouldn’t talk about it, but, like he could kill you if he found out you let him miss that much money!
Well, ok then. You have a point. And she did piss me off.
Sure sure… Vicky… Are you o.k.?
I’m as OK as a work, not even an asset, slave can be. Mike’s not bad, but he still buys and sells girls like me every day.
That’s cool… And you don’t… You used to hate all the snuffing stuff… You’ve changed
You get used to it. He made me snuff all the slaves when tested the machines in the torture chamber. To be fair, I liked using the gun. The garrote, on the other hand, I never want to do that again. He’s given me training on the pistol, so I think he trusts me. I mean, he gave me a loaded gun several times. But we’ve got a couple of clients, an older couple, who go way beyond just snuffing a girl. They scare me. At least I’m not their type, by a long shot.
That’s good… I think its… Well, wait… Why did you say you never want to use the garrote again?
It’s far too personal and takes a lot of strength to do. You know you are cutting her throat or strangling her.
I… Didn’t think that would be your objection. You don’t think it’s scary that it has only been four months and your objection to garroting isn’t that you are killing another girl, but just that you might not be strong enough to do it, right?
Oh, no, that’s not it. It’s that you have to be really involved in it to do it. I feel sorry for the girls who are killed, but I have to think “at least it not me”. I wake up screaming every so often.
Keylee and Vicky hug.
You know, I have always secretly wanted to abolish female slavery, but the scary thing is, I kinda had fun today.
Yeah, Yeah, it was fun in a ghoulish sort of way.
I’ve always been homeschooled… Dad always said there was some genetic disease that made most girls different.
Yeah, I’ve been told that. A lot seemed to be, well, very passive about the whole thing.
But then my sisters and you and most of the girls in speech they all seemed normal, so I thought it was propaganda from my monster of a dad. But… Denise and her sisters…. Somehow… IDK, they felt like… Like they were people but somehow less? Does that make sense? Or do I just want that to be true? Is that how most girls are? It doesn’t mean it’s right to kill them if they want to live but…
Yeah, Yeah, I had a couple of girls who helped me spike themselves. It’s like they didn’t care. It’s what their father or mother wanted, so that what they do.
That’s crazy.
The world is crazy.
But even like Denise… She definitely wanted to live, but she was so like… ‘Head empty,’ you know? Is that what most of us are like?
Yeah, seems that way. They say the virus fucked up more than the ovaries in women, it did something to our brains. And to men, but in a different way. Not all women are like that, that is why there are so many mistresses and why they have classes for that in high schools.
But a lot are like Denise… Or worse, like those girls who just let themselves get spiked?
Yeah, it appears that way. You should take one of those private mistress classes while you still can.
Do you think Mike would put me in one?
Maybe. He like Debby-Ann and the other new mistress he hired in the last month or so. I don’t think he’s opposed the concept.
Does it run in families? Because if… When you tell Mike about the runners, ALL the girls here today except me and those weird Asians are going to end up as meat muffins. Even the young ones really, it will just take a bit longer.
Yeah, Yeah, I know, but you know, I sort of gotta, like you said. And yes, It runs in families. Of all the granddaughters, only one took a course. She cut the heart out of one of her aunts. It was brutal. She also set up the torture of the woman who was, in theory, her grandmother. Granted, she was his 4th wife and a lot younger than grandmother would indicate, actually just in her late 20s, maybe early 30s. Her “granddaughter” had her roasted for this party. If you stay around, you can have some of her.
Huh, So… Do you think all this really is culling the defective ‘excess’ girls like daddy says? Because we always thought that was just an excuse for gross guys to rape and murder fuck girls…
Seems that way. But there are a lot more women being born than are being killed. We out number men 68 to 1, and it’s getting worse, or better, depending on your perspective.
Oh, ah.
Kaylee rises as an eyebrow.
And what’s your point of view?
I don’t know. I know that in a few years we will be doing a lot of very young girls. I’ve heard of them wanting to lower the age as it is. There seem to be plenty of fathers who don’t like teens. And to be honest, plenty of mothers seem to think that they have too many daughters.
But… How are they going to tell girls like us from girls like the blond clones down there?
I don’t know. Take a mistress course while you can. I’m sorry I didn’t. Could have since I was 14.
I mean, if they don’t even let us get this old? like… I’m still doing my high-school coursework. Did you hear your boss… Trying to get that mom to come in and get her girls sex and meat graded 6 months before their sweet s… umm ‘magic’ ‘birthday?’ I mean… Can’t he just let them be happy for another six months?
It’s not his business to make girls happy. And right now, generally, it’s not mine either.
Uuugggg… It’s going to be my job to make girls unhappy, isn’t it?
Well, yeah, you’re going to be in the intake side. That’s where they get converted. Or volunteer, which happens a lot. Do you think Hanna is happy?
Kaylee looks over at Hanna.
She does not look happy. Oh, fuck… She’s a person… All that pressure… I wasn’t thinking about her as a person… Because it was… Is… Life or death…
Shit… Do you think I shouldn’t give her to my brother?
Hanna looks over at Vicky, hopefully
Well, does he have the money for the tax? If not, well, legally she still yours.
Kaylee's lips form a tight smirk despite her best efforts.
Nope, I don’t think so… But I wasn’t going to mention that until he realized he couldn’t actually take her from me. I was hoping to save at least two lives, but maybe even one… Well… Hey Hannah, do you have any opinions about all the stuff that has happened today?
For what it’s worth, her sister, that you gave to Mr. West, is going to end up a sex slave, which is sort of a lifesaver. We get plenty of lesbians looking for skilled, ah, girls. Plus, most of the lesbians that rent slaves don’t snuff them as part of a party. Can’t say that about a lot of the younger guys that rent teens.
Five of my sisters went on spikes. All but two of the others were sold as slaves. And some of those are earmarked to be tortured, maybe to death. I’m glad I got a girl owner, seems like the best thing that could happen. I mean besides staying free, but that wasn’t gonna happen today. Dad even wanted to sell mom, but she talked him out of it.
Yah… You didn’t know you were going to be converted today, right?
I thought it was possible, but I wasn’t sure. I thought daddy loved us too much.
Huh, I thought you would be more scared.
Why? What could I do? If I ran, I would end up on a spike like the rest of my quad that you didn’t get.
Kaylee reached inside Hanna's bikini bottoms to see whether she was wet or not.
Aren’t you worried about what might happen to you?
Kaylee said in a non-threateningly, but curious way.
What are you doing, why are you feeling me up? Should I be? I’m yeah, I’m a little worried, but you’re a girl like me. You’re safer than a boy, never mind a man. I’m nervous, but not scared. I mean, what can I do anyway? Please be nice.
Kaylee just looked at her and continued to feel, for a minute.
Are you trying to turn me on, mistress? Is that what I call you?
Huh, you’re not as scared as I think I would be if I was just made a cook and sex slave for a family that you learned was going to convert their daughter if they didn’t find another girl to be a slave instead.
Why? I mean, what can I do?
In any case, yes you should call me mistress, but you can call me Kaylee.
Kaylee starts massaging Hanna's clit.
But you should definitely call my dad Master, my mom mistress, and my brother young master.
Yes, Kaylee… Just to let you know, I’m ahhh, not really into ahhhh girls.
And I don’t care what he says, you should call him young master every time, it is his proper title and don’t tell him I told you had to do it.
Not like Steph, any way.
Hmh?
Oh, why are ahh, you are doing that in ahhh public??
As Hanna starts to get wet, Kaylee puts a finger inside her while continuing to rub her clit and do a bit of come hither.
Doing what? Did you understand my directions about my parents and brother?
You are ahh into girls, aren’t you Kaylee, I Ahhh. Any yes, ahhh, Call them master and mistress. And your brother too. What about your sisters? AHHH!
NO!
Kaylee pinches her clit hard for a moment before going back to her former routine.
Tell me, has a girl ever made you orgasm?
AHHHH! Well, yeah, in class, and well, sometime Steph liked to play with me. AHH!
A shame, I was hoping not, but that’s o.k.
Kaylee starts searching for her G spot
Now, do you remember what to call my brother?
Ahhhh, yes, young master.
Very good!
But I still don’t know what to call your sisters? By their names or what? AHHHH!
Kaylee gives her a peck on the lips as a reward.
I have changed my mind.
AHHHH!
Kaylee uses her other hand to focus on Hanna's clit, while her first hand searches hard for her G spot.
You can call me Miss Kaylee.
Yes, Miss… Kaylee… Ah! Keep doing that… Please!
My sisters you will call by their first names. o.k.?
OK. Ahh, do they like girls too?
Kaylee gives Hanna another peck on the lips when she said Miss Kaylee.
What should you call my sisters by?
Ahhh, their names. After I learn them… Ahhhh, please don’t stop!
Kaylee gives Hanna's clit a couple of light but sharp slaps, but removes her hands completely.
Please, I was so close. Please make me cum, Miss Kaylee.
What should you call all the members of my family?
Your dad master, your mom mistress, your brother young master, you Miss Kaylee, and your sisters by their first names. Please finish me off… Finnish me off.
Do you want me to snuff you?
Before Hanna can say anything, Kaylee leans in and kisses her deeply.
Hanna, after a moment, kisses back.
Kaylee breaks the kiss.
So you want me to snuff you?
No, please, don’t snuff me. Please.
Kaylee puts her hand back in Hanna's panties and starts massaging her clit again.
I’m not going to snuff you, at least not anytime soon.
Thank you… I’m so close.
But DON’T EVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!
Kaylee smacks her clit as hard as she can.
AHHHH YES! NEVER AGAIN!
Wait, did you enjoy getting smacked?
Yes. A little.
Kaylee pauses her massaging.
Fuck. Would you enjoy it if I smacked your face?
Yeah, that’s one of the things Naomi used to do. That and spanking games. I didn’t like it at first, but, well, now I get off on it.
Fuck, you’re going to end up snuffed for sure.
Kaylee starts rubbing again.
Please don’t snuff me.
I’m not going to, you’re going to let someone go too far, maybe me, probably someone else and that will be the end of one more girly pop. But if you want to live longer, never say anything like, ‘finish me off,’ got it?
AHHHH YES MISS KAYLEE! BUT I’M SO CLOSE!!!!
Kaylee stops again.
Ahh, please don’t stop!
There is something else.
Kaylee smacks her face lightly but firmly a few times to get her attention.
You with me?
Ahh, thank you Miss Kaylee, may I have another?
Fuck, you are such snuff bait. Don’t do that. Are you too lost in the sauce to listen?
Yes, Miss Kaylee, but that’s what Naomi had me do. And I really do want another right now.
I don’t know who that is, you can tell me later, now then are you listening?
Yes…
Good, from now on, you are to cum whenever we French kiss you have 1 minute from when we start to cum. If you fail, I will choke you. Every time you fail, I will choke you for one second longer.
Yes, I understand.
You cannot touch yourself.
Yes.
But I will help you at first until you can do it all by yourself and if you cum just from the kiss of anyone else…
Thank you, miss Kaylee. I don’t cum all that easily.
I hope you can learn to associate my tongue with something that causes you irresistible pleasure. If you fail more than 150 times, you will probably die.
Yes. I will try, I am your slave and I will do what you want. Please kiss me now!
But also, if you cum from anyone else Frenching you…
Kaylee lets it hang to see if she will ask.
Yes? Will I be punished for it?
Hanna looks a little excited by that.
Three strikes and you’re snuffed.
Kaylee kisses Hanna deeply and shoves her hands into her bikini. Before Hanna can say anything, Kaylee rubs Hanna's G-spot and hammers her clit as hard as she can without being painful. Hanna tries to go as deep into Kaylee's mouth as she can with her tongue. She grabs Kaylee's head with both hands and pull in tighter. Kaylee breaks the kiss but keeps hammering her for another 30 seconds.
Kaylee rubs Hanna'as G-spot and hammers her clit as hard as she can without being painful. Hanna tries to go as deep into Kaylee's mouth as she can with her tongue. She grabs Kaylee's head with both hands and pull in tighter.
Kaylee breaks the kiss but keeps hammering her for another 30 seconds.
She said she was difficult to get off, we might have to finish this later.
Ahhh! I’m almost there! Please — make me cum, miss Kaylee!
But we will see.
AHHHHHH! I’M CUMMING THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU AHHH!
Kaylee leans in and kisses her deeply. Kaylee slowly stops, letting her come down in her own time as they kiss. When she is done cumming, Kaylee breaks the kiss.
Girls our age often think we are hard to get off, even though we are usually at our most sensitive. In reality, most girls are bad at masturbating and guys don’t know what they are doing.
Thank you. I’ll try to cum when you kiss me. I will learn.
You came quickly.
You hit me. I’ve cum from being slapped a few times.
You did fail to cum from my kiss, though, even though I had helped you. I am going to choke you for a second now.
Vicky, can you give me a 1-1,000?
Yes, choke me. I’m a bad girl and I need to be punished.
Sure, say when.
Kaylee wraps her hands around Hanna's throat and squeezes down.
Start now.
One One thousand.
Kaylee looks Hannah in the eyes as Vicky counts to one.
Please punish me. I’m a bad girl.
I’m not going to lie, I don’t love that you’re a masochist, I might trade you for a girl that actually deserves to live, I would rather save the life of a girl that might go somewhere… But I won’t snuff you unless you deserve it… that said my dad or brother might, so be careful. Anyway, Vicky has to get back to work and has to tell Mike about how your sister ran away, and now your entire genetic line gets to be sold off for cheap, probably to meat packers.
Yes, Miss Kaylee. I will be careful around them. Do your sisters or your mother like to punish bad girls?
My mom does it because she is a parent who needs to discipline her daughters…. She says she doesn’t like it… But I suppose we will find out soon now that you will be around.
Kaylee and Vicky go back to Mike for more instructions
Mr. West? I’ve got a question for you. If one of the sluts run after she’s been converted by her father or husband, do they count as a runaway? There have been a couple that I’d like to see their whole fucking family converted and maybe snuffed, from their mother down to their littlest sister.
Not sure, but the underage sisters of a runaway aren’t converted, they get sent to a state home most of the time.
Can you look into it? It would be a good way to get dozens of teen slaves for either free or cheap, depending on what the judge says.
I’ll look into it. Need to get the right judge, but I think I know which one to bring this before. Thanks for the idea.
Anything for my master.
Don’t get smart, or I might start treating you like a real slave.
OK, Mr. West, I’ll keep that in mind.
Regardless if it was a slave’s idea or not, please look into converting all those bitches’ family. I’m getting exhausted chasing the runaways. Are you sure we can’t get some of those shotgun taser rounds? They seem to be getting out of range of the Taser-10s fairly fast.
Well, I’ll look into them, but those rounds cost about two hundred a shot.
Well, how about more bean bag rounds and us carrying shotguns to big events.
Don’t want to scare them any more than we have to Ian.
I think I’ll go wading, the water looks good, get me away from the “mourners”. I think I’ll strip down, nudity appears to be OK here, at least today, most of the girls in the lake or the pool are either topless or nude. It’s a good day to be naked. And a lot of the ones just standing around are that way as well. It’s like they are for sale or something. At least the living ones, the dead ones all seemed to be nude in that pile. Lots of them today. And the ones that they keep shoving on the spikes. Need to say well away from that, don’t know how they are chosing those girls, don’t want to end the day with a steel spike up me. That looks like a painful way to go. That bastard has something to do with all the killing, I know, causing death from beyond the grave, like he did for June. I wish dad didn’t have to make another speech today for that bastard.
Jenna Goldman
Jenna Goldman, daughter of Karl Goldman, thought, unaware that her sister Jill had been accidentally snuffed just minutes before. The large breasted blonde stripped down, then got off the beach and started wading in the lake.
Hey, look at that chick! She’s got gigantic tits. The biggest set I’ve seen here today.
Don’t be rude. She can’t help that. I feel sorry for her, she must have back pain all the time. And I thought I was big at D. She must be like a G or something like that.
I’m gonna go talk to her, then push her over. I’ll bet those tits float. Maybe cop a feel.
Boys.
Oh, like you don’t feel up your girlfriend whenever you can.
Yeah, but she’s not a complete stranger. And it’s none of your business what I do with Alicia.
Want to see some photos of the last time you had some play time with her?
Gimme that. Let me look at them… I can’t believe you filmed me.
Give me a blowjob, and I will not post them on social media.
I gave you one last week. Not letting you get 3 in a month.
Ah, come on, Dana, I wouldn’t convert you. You’re my favorite sister. Well, possibly after Eileen, she gives me blowjobs whenever I ask. Sort of. Well, at least more often than the rest of you do.
Edward, I’m still not doing it, you’re not getting one until next weekend when your friends all come over for that video game contest thing. I’ll blow all of you then. And eat what’s her name’s pussy. I can’t believe she’s still free. But whatever about the photos you have, I don’t care, post them, it’s on you. Just let me remind you that Alicia is taking karate lessons. She’ll kick your ass. They are just us topless, making out any way, you can see that on TV every night now that they changed the rules. It’s not like you got us with the rabbit or anything.
You know you can’t convert her with sex toys, you have to fuck her with a strap on.
I know that, and who said anything about converting her?
Oh, one of you is going to convert the other, it’s just a matter of time. Any way, gonna go play with big tits now.
With that, Edward runs up to Jenna, who is standing knee-deep in the lake, watching the people in the canoes and paddle boats.
Hi! My name is Edward, what’s are your tits’ names? I mean, what’s yours? I guess that matters as well. Hey, have I seen you before?
Jenna laughs at the boy's brazenness.
Well, my name is Jenna, and they are just “left” and “right”. I never named them. Why do you think I should? I don’t think we’ve met.
Yeah, sure, any tits as big as yours should have names. Let’s play a game! It’s called “Don’t fall in!” WAIT, I know where I’ve seen you. Your name is Cindy!
Hush, not so loud. Please don’t say that. What do you want to not say that again?
Give me a kiss!
Jenna leans over and gives Edward a deep kiss. The boy is surprised, as he's never had a kiss like that before. After a few moments, Edward, to cover his overwhelming surprise, Edward pushes Jenna over by pushing on her breasts. Jenna flounders a bit and stagers back, flailing to keep her balance, not seeing that she is falling in front of a canoe being paddled back to shore. The blonde is stuck in the head by the canoe and is dazed, falling into the water. Edward runs away, not wanting to be caught hurting a woman, even if she might be a slave.
Jenna floats, unconscious, away from the shore. After a few minutes, she is seen by a trio of frat boys.
Hey, there’s a slave’s body floating out there!
How do you know it’s a slave, Frank?
Well, would someone snuff a free woman in public, Lewis, I mean there must be 500 witness here today?
Well, yeah, murder is still a thing. I think it’s just manslaughter for most women, though. Let’s bring it in. We might be able to sell it for some money. Or donate it to the wolf people and get a tax write off. I need one of those. Actually, I got to have a bunch, inheritance tax is a bitch.
The trio wades out to Jenna and starts to pull her back to shore.
Hey, I know this is a slave, this is Cindy Randall! I’d recognize that birthmark on her tit anywhere.
If it’s Cindy, doesn’t that mean she’s a free woman? Aren’t most big time porn stars free, I mean, isn’t that the point?
Do you think she would have done the “Do your worst, do anything to me” series if she had a choice? I mean, there are 5 in that series. And they do some pretty nasty things to her. And they just keep getting nastier.
Yeah, you got a point, she must have refused to do the next one and her owner decided to snuff her by drowning her. That’s too bad, I wanted to see her take on a whole barnyard. I am not sure how a rooster would do her, but that include a photo of a rooster in the previews. And a bull, a horse, several dogs and some redneck brothers and a really skanky looking set of chicks.
Hey, she’s still warm! Let’s fuck her!
Ewww. I don’t do dead chicks, even hot slutty ones.
Well, if she is still warm, it’s like she just an expensive sex doll.
Why would anyone buy a sex doll when you can just get a slave? For that matter, rape is legal in Oklahoma now, just pull a bitch off the street. If you “accidentally” snuff her, it’s only a fine most of the time. And why do you know about sex dolls? Do you have a secret kink that I don’t want to know about? Anyway, I’m gonna go talk to one of my uncles about buying a couple of his daughters. Plus, I hear that there is a 2nd will, or codicil, something like that, that covers the old man’s daughters and granddaughters. Gonna listen to that. It might be important.
Frank walks away, the others move Jenna's body, so Lewis can fuck it, not knowing that she's still alive.
Go hold it’s front, Jesse, so it doesn’t float away.
Jesse, who is on the fence about the whole “just like a sex doll” thing, moves to the front of Jenna, holding her so she doesn't float away. Once she is secured, Lewis pulls his pants down and roughly enters Jenna.
Do I want to know why you were already erect, Lewis?
Because I’ve always wanted to fuck her, ever after I saw her do a 12-man train.
Your kink is not OK.
Don’t kink shame.
Lewis begins to pump into the unconscious blonde's cunt. Jenna starts to move away from him.
Hold her tighter!
Jesse changes his grip, doing so pushing Jenna' head underwater. Jenna thrashes trying to get a breath. Jesse, not recognizing what Jenna was doing, thinking it was some sort of postmortem body movement, holds her down tighter.
Damn! Her cunt just tightened up on me. I can’t believe how good this feels. It’s almost like she’s fucking back! Damn, you should try this when I’m done.
I don’t do sloppy seconds Lewis, I’ve told you that before. I’ll get a fresh one, it’s not like it difficult to get one here today. I could just grab one and fuck her in the ass in front of her mother, and I don’t think anybody would say jack shit about it. At least not anybody important would say anything. A bitch might, but who gives a damn about them? They might even offer to sell her to me when I was done. And maybe the mother if she said anything. I could even get a still warm dead one if I wanted that, which I’m not sure I do. They seem to be snuffing a lot of them today. Might go face rape one of those teenyboppers on a stick that they have all over the party area if I want one that is dying, but not dead yet.
Damn! She just tightened up on me like a vise! God, I’m not sure what happened. Might have been the start of rigor mortis. No, that’s right, she is still limber. Damn, drained me right out. Oh God, that was so cool. I need to fuck freshly dead sluts more. That was intense. Maybe I’ll see if I can fuck one of the sluts they are doing on the guillotine. I’ll bet that’s a rush and half. Anyway, let’s see if you can sell her body as wolf food, or perhaps get a tax deduction for her.
What Lewis didn't know was the tightening of Janna's cunt was her death throes. If they had paid more attention, they might have been able to save the life of their favorite porn star.
Damn it, with Jill dead, I need another Paralegal. Better call Jenna and get her ass over here. Glad I converted her last week so she can work at the office.
Odd, no answer. I know that kids don’t always answer a voice call, but I know I show up as “Master Daddy” on her phone. She should pick up. She better not be doing a spur of the moment porn shoot. I don’t know what I was thinking when I said she could do them. Well, they bring in a nice chunk of change. She should have read the contracts before signing them. I’m only depositing in her account about 20% of what she earns.
Any way. Why isn’t she picking up? I should report her as a run-a-way. The downside to that is it would result in all my daughters, my sisters, their daughters, and most importantly, my wife, being converted and sold at auction. And I know that those auctions always have the meat people bidding on them. Ah, I know, I’ll convert the whole family, then report her missing. That way I don’t lose any of mine. Does mean I’ll probably have to buy the rest of them and sell them back to their husbands and wives. Or not some of them. Jame’s wife could stand being made into lunch meat. Meh, worry about that later.
At the impromptu Spellbook Slaves outdoor office
Mr. West, have a delicate matter to discuss with you.
Sure, Mr. Goldman, was it? What can I do for you?
Well, I want to report Jenna, my paralegal asset slave, as being a run-a-way. But I don’t want to lose my entire family to the mercy of the courts. While I’m fairly sure that I would be able to buy them at the sale, I’d rather not risk it.
So you would like to convert them all before you report her then?
Exactly.
OK. I can do that. Fill out the information about each of them on this form on my tablet, then it’s a simple matter of the fee. Plus, you will need to bring them to the shop within 72 hours to be tested.
Karl fills out the form and hands it back to Mike along with his AmEx.
OK, let me run this by the state. Ah. That’s odd.
Something wrong?
Yeah, Jacqueline shows as being converted already. By a Jon Goldman. Last summer, just after she turned of age. Were you aware of that?
No. I was not aware of this. What are my options as her father.
Well, really, you don’t have any. Jon had a valid PPC conversion on her, so if you want her, you will have to talk to him about buying her from him.
Oh, I’ll talk. But there aren’t any other problems?
No, the rest are provisionally converted, awaiting pregnancy testing.
Thank you. Mr. West. Can I report a run-a-way to you, or do I have to report it to the police?
I can take the report. It will get sent to the state board, and they will take action on it with in 10 working days. At least that’s what they say. Seems that the actual hearing often takes up to a month to six weeks to happen, but you should be contacted at least as soon as it enters the system. You do realize that if you do report her as a run-a-way that not only her direct family, but her aunts and first cousins would be liable for conversion as well. And given the way that the slave courts have been acting the last year, it’s highly likely that will happen.
Yes, I’m aware, and I will handle that issue if and when it comes up.
OK, just giving you the heads-up. For what it’s worth, most run-a-way families are sold at about 1/3 their open market appearance value. The downside is you would be bidding against Hill’s and other meat shops most of the time. So, if you don’t buy them, it’s highly likely they will be made into girl meat, or spit roasted if they met the grade for that. The other frequent bidder is Global Communications, which means that they would be used on one of their TV shows. Their best option in that case is being a sex slave on one of the porn channels.
As I said, I will handle that issue if it comes up.
The podium shortly after Reverend Ellis’s eulogy of Emmett Cook.
Karl Goldman, Esq., Emmett Cook's personal lawyer, steps up to the podium.
Gentlemen, mistresses, and sluts, in particular owners of Mr. Cook’s female descendants, sons-in-law of Mr. Cook, mistresses which that have control of one or more of Mr. Cook’s descendants, and uncontrolled daughters of Mr. Cook. I have a codicil to his will that applies to you as a group, that I’ve been directed to read at this time.
“I, Emmett Cook, do establish a trust fund of twenty million dollars to be distributed among individuals controlling one or more female descendants of mine, or uncontrolled daughters, based on the following conditions:”
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a daughter or daughters who are legally killed from 7:00AM of the day of my funeral service and for the next seventy-two hours after it, you will be granted 4 shares of the fund per daughter killed.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a daughter, or daughters who are converted to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in the same period, you will be granted 3 shares per daughter converted.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a granddaughter or granddaughters who are legally killed in that period, you will be granted 2 shares per granddaughter. If they are killed immediately after my funeral service to act as decorations for the country club’s “party area” you will be granted a half share per granddaughter, in addition to the two shares for killing them.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a granddaughter or granddaughters who are converted to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, you will be granted one share per granddaughter.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who legally kill any of their daughters in that period, will receive three quarters a share per daughter killed.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who convert any of their daughters to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, will receive half a share per daughter converted.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who volunteer for conversion at Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, will receive one quarter of a share, to be given to an individual or individuals of their choice.
“The shares will be tallied, and the fund will be divided based on the total number of shares. The trust funds awards are to be given regardless of any other financial windfall or gain you may obtain via the killing or conversion of a daughter or granddaughter.”
“A controlling person is defined as an owner, husband, wife, father, stepfather, stepmother, or mistress owning or controlling the female descendant. Controlling means the individual has uncontested rights of conversion or legal ownership of the female descendant. An uncontrolled daughter is defined as a free woman who is not married or otherwise controlled. Persons gaining the right of conversion or ownership via the so-called ‘person of personal contact’ method during this period are not considered a controlling person for reasons of this trust fund.”
The bodies of the daughters and granddaughters killed, except for those roasted for the post service meal, will be donated to the Eastlake Zoological Gardens to be used as wolf feed.
Mr. Martin Kidd, director of Southern Hill's Country Club, steps up to the microphone.
“Those converted to be roasts for the post service meal, will count for this trust fund, of course, assuming they otherwise qualify. You will need to convert granddaughters before they can be used as a party decoration, assuming free status. Only granddaughters under the age of 21 who have a grade B+ or higher on the appearance scale will be considered for use as decorations. Please indicate that Southern Hill’s Country Club is the buyer on the Spellbook Slave’s form for her conversion. We are offering $500 in addition to the two and half shares for each granddaughter sold to us for being used as decorations. I want to warn you that the planned decorations method will be a painful and slow death, by partial impalement. They will bleed out over the course of thirty to ninety minutes”.
Well, that ought to kick up the level of bloodlust today. Glad he made us the slaver of choice for this. Better get ready, there is gonna be a line soon.
And here comes our first client. Odd, it’s a single woman, I would have bet on it being a son-in-law. Meh.
Party Decorations
Hello! I am Natalie Cook, one of Emmett’s “uncontrolled daughters,” as he so succinctly put it, and I would like to offer my brood of older teen brats for the “decorate the party area” pool. I suspect you will need to taser them. They aren’t expecting anything to happen to them today, much less being snuffed. But I need the money and the three and three fourths shares of the trust fund, plus the twenty-five hundred dollars from the country club, is just too good to pass up. I am not sure if that extra half a share for being a decoration slut applies to me, but I’ll wait and see. I’m good either way. What are the names of your party decoration daughters? Elizabeth, Beatrice, Doris, Kathy, and Julia Cook OK, point them out to us and we will go capture them. Evan, take Ian and Vicky with you and go get them. Just Taser them to start with, don’t try to act like it’s permissive or anything.
Elizabeth, Beatrice, Doris, Kathy, Julia? Yes?
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I am so glad that Mike upgraded us to these ten shot Taser-10 guns. Doing that with one-shots would have been a bitch and half.
OK, zip tie their arms behind their back. Vicky, do blood test and enter them in the database if they are green. Once you have done that, help the club staff get them on spikes. Evan, Ian, come back here, I see people starting to come this way.
It’s too bad that my other nine brats are still underage. The oldest triplets will be old enough in a few months, might convert them on their birthday. Be cheaper than throwing a party. You buy “barely legal teens” right? Ms. Cook, we would be glad to have your “barely legal teen” daughters when they pass the age of consent. There is a pretty good market for young slaves. Of course, part of that market is to wannabe serial killers, who just buy their victims instead of doing the old fashion way. Are you good with that? I’m selling my oldest five to be painful snuffed as party decorations for my father’s funeral service. What do you think? In fact, can you add a flag to their file that indicates that they should be snuff toys? I’d say spit muffins, but I don’t think they have the body type for that. OK, bring them by up to 6 months before their birthday for a free estimate on their value, then bring them in on their birthday for conversions, and I’ll see what we can do about having them marked as snuff bunnies. If all else fails, they can be part of the four teen slaves a month order that we have to a client couple that uses them for practice for their stable of goth girl torturers and executioners. The goths seem to have a thing for working on “norms” as they put it. The slaves they work on have a month-long life span, at most, and will spend most of that time in considerable pain. Oh, that sounds like just the ticket. Please do so.
There is something in the water in Southside which makes people want to convert family members at the drop of a hat, but this family is just way more bloodthirsty than normal, even for Southside.
OK, Vicky, is it? I’m Mistress Greene, I oversee decorations here at Southern Hill’s. This isn’t the first time we have used teens as party decorations, but normally, it’s only two or three, sometimes as many as five. This will be a record. Here’s what going to happen. First, cut the clothes off any party decorations that are not already naked. They go on the spike nude, of course. Zip tie their arms behind them if they aren’t already and put on a dog training collar. Lead them over to the first empty spike, going clock wise, then position them over the spike. Once you’ve got it lined up on either their vagina or anus, vagina works better, but either will do, then hit the foot pedal trigger. Make sure the spike’s lock buttons are in place, then shove the decoration down a little. Leave their hands zip tied behind them, but take off the dog collar. Any way, I’ll help you with the first one, so you can see how it’s done.
Vicky and Mistress Greene went to one of the Cook teens and began to cut her clothes off. The teen starts to wake up and trashes around, but with her arms zip tied behind her back, she's unable to stand up to run. She is soon stripped and collared. Vicky and Eileen yank her up, then lead her to the first spike.
Where are you taking me? What’s going on? Oh, you don’t know, do you? Your mother sold you to the country club to be a decoration. We are taking you to the arc of spikes. You’re the first one, but don’t worry, you will not die alone. At least your sisters will be with you. Die! What do you mean die! I’m too young to die. There must be some mistake. Mommy would never have me killed. She loves me! Nonsense, you’re over the age of consent, you can die whenever someone in authority says you do. In this case, it’s your mother. Now, if you had only taken a mistress course at your school, you might have avoided an early death, but you didn’t so you get a spike up your coochie. Vicky, do you know her name? No, does it matter? All I know is that she’s one of Emmett’s granddaughters and her mother wasn’t married, so their last name is Cook. Her mother told us their first names, but we knocked them out before we could sort them out. My name is Doris. Don’t kill me. I’m excellent at oral sex! I got an 88 the last time I was tested. Let me be your personal sex slave, please, don’t kill me! Sorry, I’ve already got several sex slaves and I really don’t have room for anymore.
OK, Doris, sweetie, this is going to hurt a lot. But don’t worry, you’ll spend the rest of your life in pain, just like your darling mother wanted. You’re nothing but a paycheck for her and a pretty little dying teen for the rest of us to appreciate. You can expect at least some attention. Any last words? No? OK, here goes!
With that, Marcia pushes the foot peddle trigger, sending the 2-foot-long spike into Doris.
OK, she’s done for. Well, not really, if we got her to a hospital fast enough, they would be able to fix her internal injuries, but that’s not likely to happen today. Did once, when some love – struck idiot bought a decoration for two thousand dollars and rushed her to St. Francis in his car. She made it and was at the next quarterly golfing tournament, acting as a naked caddy for the boy. I understand that the total bill for her was a little over 10 grand, including what he paid for her. Her mother was pissed that she didn’t get any of the two thousand the slut was sold for. Please, oh God, take me off this spike. Please, I’ll do anything. You will die like the slut you are. It’s what your loving mother wants for you. Now be silent before I worsen it for you. So Vicky, do you think you can do one on your own now? I think so. Do I have to taunt them before I trigger the spike? No, but I like to. All you really have to do is line them up and stomp the pedal. Some of those pedals are a bit stiff, so you might have to hit it pretty hard. Why do you say mommy wants this for me? She thinks it will help your development. My development? How? You will develop in to a corpse, that’s how. Now have a nice day
Vicky and Mistress Greene return to the other Cook girls and begin to cut the cloths from one each. The stripped girls are rapidly zip tied and collared. The girl that Vicky was leading tries to put up a fight and broke away as she is being dragged to her doom. Vicky gave chase and rapidly tackled the fleeing teen.
Bitch. I hate it when you sluts fight back. I think I put the spike up your ass for that. I don’t know what you did to your mother to make her so happy to kill you, but that really doesn’t matter, she wants the money more than she wants your slut ass. Now take a spike up it!
Vicky triggers the spike. It enters the girl's ass at a slight angle. The girl twitches a few times, then her legs give out and she collapses down.
Damn it. The spike must have hit her spine, paralyzing her. Hate it when that happens. Whatever, she’s really is done for. Not your fault, but that’s why I normally aim it at their cunt. Less chance of a fast kill or paralysis that way. Getting it right comes with practice. I’m sure that by the end of today, you will be a pro at this. Ok, let’s go get the last two.
The two torturers return to the teens and repeat the process with the last two teens. Vicky chose to impale her 2nd through the teen's vagina instead of her anus, to avoid the issues of the previous one.
Well, that’s it for now. I’m sure we will have some more soon.
Hi! I’m Billy Bird, and I’d like to hang my wife and my eldest daughter. Why just your eldest? And why hang your daughter, she’s worth more spiked? Because the others are too young. All over 8, so there’s no problem with converting Tanya, but they are underage for conversion. Carrie is past the age of consent, her birthday was five months ago. As to why hang not spike, well, while I, obviously, don’t have a concern with killing them, being spiked seems like it’s just needlessly sadistic. OK. Point them out to us. Do you think they will go quietly, or are we going to need to zap them? I think that Tanya will go quietly. She knows that I have been considering selling her today as it is. She even knows it might be to be snuffed. Not so sure about Carrie. You might want to zap her. Any way, they are over there by the tree line. Go get them, Ian. Are you Tanya and Carrie Bird? Yes?
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OK, Tanya, do I need to Taser you too or are you going to do this the easy way?
Tanya Bird, snuffed for money.
Billy sold us, didn’t he? Slave or snuff? Snuff I’m afraid. I’ll need to do a blood test on both of you to make sure you’re not pregnant. OK. Let me strip down, might as well put on a show for this crowd. Not that seeing one more of Emmett’s daughters getting snuffed is going to mean all that much…
Carrie Bird, also snuffed for money
Why don’t you pull Carrie’s skirt and panties off her while she’s stunned? She is so proud of her little tight teen pussy, might as well let people see for the last time, before it’s devoured by wolves. Leave her shirt on, she thinks her tits are too small and doesn’t like showing them off. It’s not the first time she’s run around bottomless at this club, she’s been doing that for years. Little cock tease. Other than blowing Emmett when we visited, I don’t think she’s even had sex. Never had a boyfriend, I know that. We don’t get to snuff that many virgins. In fact, this might be the first time I’ve done one. Too bad, I don’t have time to cure her of that problem.
Volunteer to avoid the spike
Excuse us, Mr., West, sir. Yes, what can I do for you ladies? Yeah, we’re Carolyn and Monica Hickman, and we’ve got a question for you, Mr. West. Any woman can volunteer to be a slave, right? There are a few restrictions, but in general, yes. And our parents would not have anything to say about it, wouldn’t they? Nope, not a bit. They would not have any rights over us anymore, right? Nope, no rights. Why do you ask? Well, I overheard dad say that he wanted to get the money for us being decorations, and we would rather not die on a spike, then be feed to the wolves. Almost anything is better than that. OK, so you both want to volunteer?
Please say yes. Y’all are about the hottest thing I’ve seen in years. I want to have a nasty three-way with both of you.
Yes, we do. Does having a high sex skill rating matter as to what kind of slave we would be? Our domestic skills are pretty good as well, if that matters. We’ve got an electronic copy on our phones.
Oh, it just keeps getting better and better. Yeah, not letting these two slip away.
Oh yes, high scores mean you should end up a sex slave or house domestic slave, not a torture toy or general use slave. Not 100% safe, but much safer than most of the other options. Let me see your scores… Oh my, you scored over 90 across the board on your sex skills, you even got tested for hand jobs, that’s rare, and pretty good, all over 75, on your domestic scores. Huh, didn’t know that “cleaning” was a testable skill. Anyway, you look to be appearance Grade A. You would be high-value slaves, we don’t often get the whole package of Grade A looks and high skills across the board, much less a matched set. Good chance that both of you will be bought as a set by a bachelor as live – in servants with sex benefits. Or by a family where the wife is seeking some help, both around the house, in the kitchen, and in the bedroom, where you would do the kinky stuff that she might not want to do, or she might like sex with other women, could go either way. For that matter, with your cunt lapping scores, a lesbian, or lesbian household, might want you. Yeah, we can use you.
Oh God, yes we can use you, and by we, I mean me. Gonna break you two into to being sex slaves as soon as we get back to the shop. Haven’t had a high skill matched pair in years.
OK, that’s good, convert us. So it’s official, you both want to be slaves then? Yes, but please hurry, I see our dad coming this way…
Score!
OK, let me see your ID. Let me make a few state database changes. We’ll do the blood work at the shop. OK, you’re both slaves now, assuming your blood work test comes out green. And if your blood work isn’t OK, you can’t be converted by anyone. He can’t do anything to you now, at least not without buying you. He didn’t convert you himself, so even if he does buy you to have you snuffed, it wouldn’t count for the trust fund. Oh, thank God. Oh, there you two are. We’ve been looking for you. Mr. West, is it? I want to have my daughters here be made part of the decorations.
Like I’m about to have this set of wet dreams walking get out of my control so this Southside slob get a few extra bucks for snuffing them. Gonna break it to him hard, and maybe raise their price a bit, in case he really wants them.
I’m afraid you are too late, Mr. Hickman, I assume, these two are slaves belonging to Spellbook Slaves and will be used as company sex slaves for the foreseeable future, until sold on the open market. They have high to very high skill ratings in most important categories and have a high appearance grade, which makes them very valuable property. You are welcome to rent them at one hundred fifty an hour each as sex slaves, two hundred fifty an hour for the pair. Let me warn you, that if they are damaged in any permeant way, or snuffed you will be charged the full amount of their retail value, plus a penalty fee. That’s around four thousand dollars, each, before our penalty fee, which varies based on several factors. I need to enter their scores and grade into our system to get their exact value, however.
Can’t spike the daughters, hang the wife.
Oh, well, that sucks. Should have been faster at getting over here. I guess I should just snuff my wife. She’s worth one less share as the girls would bring as decorations, but four is better than nothing… HERBERT! Marie, I’m not missing out on a part of that twenty million. With our other girls being too young by a few months or more, that just leaves you. I’ve been thinking of selling you off for a while, and I can’t say I’m sorry about doing it this way. I’m pretty sure I can find a fresh mommy for the girls today. Nice young one, lots of those here today, seen a couple that look pretty good. If they don’t get converted or snuffed this afternoon, I’ll talk to their fathers about a marriage offer.
Marie hears this and turns to run. Vicky nails her with her Taser before she makes 5 steps.
I hate it when they run. And she’s the 3rd one today. Really getting tired of it. Would you like her snuffed by hanging, then? Ah, yeah. Hang her high.
I’ve got no problem with hanging your wife. She’s a B+ MILF at best. Not a lot of market for them right now. Might ask about the other daughters, if it runs in the family, I might want them after they are old enough.
So Mr. Hickman, about your other daughters, if they’re anything like their sisters, we’ll pay a premium for them once it’s legal to do so. Bring them by for a free evaluation, you can do that up to six months before they become convertible. I’ll keep that in mind. I might take you up on that sex slave rental thing. I’ve been having nasty thoughts about them for years, and their mother will not be around to stop me. They will be available starting tomorrow, assuming that their blood work comes back clean. Vicky, take these girls to the van now, please.
Evan? You remember my friend here, right? You mean the one that you had me document that she blew you, and that you blasted all over her face? Of course, I do Ed. Here for number act number three then?
And that’s three
Yeah, So, as I understand it, if a licensed slaver, or one of his employees, witnesses and documents a sex act, it doesn’t have to be recorded by the converter? Yep, as long as I get a couple of photos at critical moments. And, you know, see it from the start, so I know she’s OK with the sex. Not screaming “NO”, that sort of thing. While rape will not get in much legal trouble now, it still doesn’t count as conversion sex. OK, That’s cool. You can see she’s not saying no… I’m going to fuck her in the ass now… OK, got the shot, that’s three. Make sure that a Spellbook employee is around with a phone or camera if you decide to gather any more slaves for your harem. If we aren’t there for the start of it, it doesn’t count, and might get in trouble with either the law or the rules of the club. Most likely the club, I think sex in public isn’t indecent anymore, at least not on private property. Still got to run a blood test on her once you have finished. Just has a thought, you know that PPC conversions aren’t part of the trust fund, right? ‘Yeah, and I don’t even know if she meets those requirements any way. Never asked. Don’t care, I got my big payout for converting the girls, plus I don’t think I’m eligible for that. Oh. her ass is tight… If Kara was this tight or as willing to be ass fucked, I might have bought her back instead of selling her to Johan. God, I love fucking sluts up the old Hershey highway. Oh, yeah! Fuck my ass! What does he mean, “that’s three” Ed? It means you’re my slave bitch now. Oh, you could have just asked, you know, better being a slave bitch than a snuff bitch. But that’s OK, I like getting fucked in the ass… Didn’t know it counted as being a slave sex, but whatever, Oh yeah, fuck me harder, make me your slave bitch! Cum in my mouth when you are done with my ass! Let me lick my shit off your cock! I’m nothing but an ass slut whore anyway, OH yeah, deeper! Fuck my ass deeper! Make me your slave bitch, I’m a dirty little whore who needs, Oh yeah! to be made into a slave cunt! Fuck me, then throw me away when you’re done with me! I’m nothing but a dirty little ass whore! OH GOD, I’M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER! OK, doesn’t sound like this will be a non-permissive conversion. Do you want to sell her or keep her? She is at least grade A, so she is worth around $1000.00, plus some more for being an ass freak. Well, freak in general it seems. There is a 300 dollar fee if you are keeping her. Oh… yeah… I think I’ll keep this one and her tight little whore ass. Oh, God, yeah… At least for a while, might snuff her when I get tired of her or her ass gets loose. Let me finish up in her fucking tight ass, then we can do the paperwork after she licks me clean. After you get her name, I don’t want to know it. It’s “Ass Slut” now, any way… Oh, yeah, fucking your ass, fucking it hard! Take it, you fucking cunt bitch!
Several minutes of less and less coherent screams, sex noises, and ass slaps happen, until Ed and what's her name collapse in a sweaty pile.
OK, if you’re done, let me get a blood draw.
Mr. West, I’m Johnathan Bruce, I’d like to have you kill my wife Veronica. She’s one of Mr. Cook’s daughters, and I’d like part of that trust fund. OK, fill out this form on my tablet and point her out to me. How do you want her killed? Hanging is pretty popular today. Do you have any daughters you want to sell or kill today? We’re paying a premium for teens today, and of course, they are looking for teens to decorate the area with. That’s five hundred above and beyond the two and half shares. No, I would rather not do anything to my daughters today. I mean, I’ve got 3 days to think about it anyway, even if I don’t get the extra money from the club. I don’t want a hanging, that seems so mundane today. What’s that thing where she’s put in a chair, strapped to it, then a cord is tightened around her neck? Sounds like a garrote. We’ve got a chair, but I’ll have to send someone back to the shop to get it. Ian! Go back to the shop and get the garrote chair. Bring back the wire, the cord and the leather strap, give us some options. Well, since it’s going to be awhile, I’ll go stand with her until the time comes.
Time passes
OK, boss man, I’ve got it. Where do you want to put it?
Veronica Bruce, 1st garrote victim of the day
Oh, just over by the podium. Let’s go get Veronica Bruce and choke the shit out of her. Mr. Bruce? Is this Veronica? Yes, it is.
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OK, we will take her over to the chair and run a blood test, to make sure she’s not pregnant. Want to watch? Or maybe turn the crank yourself? Of course, I want to watch, young man, but no, I would rather not turn the crank myself. I want to watch the light go out of her eyes. OK, suit yourself. Fast or slow? Want me to wake her up first? Oh, yes, slow, and yes, certainly wake her up.
The blood test is run and Veronica isn't pregnant. Ian pops a smelling salt capsule under her nose, waking her up, he then goes behind the chair and gives the handle a quarter turn. Mr. Bruce is visibly excited. Ian continues to turn the handle slowly, tightening the leather strap around Veronica's neck.She moans and starts to thrash against her restraints after one turn of the handle. After a few more turns, her breathing becomes ragged. As the strap continues to tighten, her breathing stops altogether.
OK, that’s all the way down. She’s either dead now or will be in a few minutes. We will leave her there for ten minutes, then take her body over to the wolf feed pile. Thank you so very much, Ian, was it? You’re welcome, all in a day’s work. If it turns out you want to have your daughters snuffed, come by the shop with them. We offer the use of talented suck slaves while you watch.
Mr. West, I’m having a bit of a discipline issue that I think you can help me solve, oh, my name is Spencer Cleveland, should have started with that. Sure, what can I do for you, Mr. Cleveland? Well, I’ve got 12 daughters, and they are acting out today. Not being respectful of the occasion or any of that. So, you want to sell them off as slaves, then? Oh, no. Just snuff one. That should put the fear of God into the rest. OK, how do you want her snuffed? Hanging will be fine. You know that putting them on a spike is actually worth money, vs hanging, which has a fee. Well, that doesn’t really matter, these girls are from my 1st wife, so they don’t count for any of Emmett’s descendants thing. And I’m not pissed enough at the 6 from his daughter to snuff them, and Tonya gives far too good head to snuff her, I don’t care how much they are offering.
Odd. Willing to snuff a daughter to put the fear of God into the rest, but not influenced by money enough to snuff his wife and 6 daughters who do qualify for trust fund shares.
Random question, Mr. Cleveland, are you from Eastlake? Oh, no, I’m from out of state. Texas, actually.
Ah, that explains it.
OK, point out the daughter you want hung, and we’ll get right on that. There is a $400 fee if she’s not already a slave. No, she’s not, and I’ll do better than point her out.
“Amanda, come here for a moment” Yes, father. You remember when I told all of you that if you didn’t straighten up, I was going to snuff one of you? Yes… Well, it’s you. I’m having you hung by these people.
Hearing that, Amanda turns to run. Ian pulls his Taser from its holster, but fumbles and drops it. With a snarl, he lunges after Amanda and tackles her.
Damn it. Go grass stains on my pants now. And these are my 2nd best pair. Damn it. At least it wasn’t me this time. Oh, do be quiet, Vicky. Remember, you are still a slave, even if Mr. West doesn’t treat you like one. Yes, Master Ian. Don’t get smart.
Amanda, snuffed to scare her sisters straight.
OK, hang the little bitch now. Do you want her hands tied or anything? Oh, no, let her try to get out of the noose. Her being helpless should drive the point home nicely “Girls, all of you come here.I warned you that I was on the end of my patience with all of you. Amanda is paying the price for that now. And she might not be the only one that gets killed if I don’t see some attitude improvement starting, like right now.” Mr. Cleveland, there is the matter of the fee. Of course, I assume you take plastic. Well, let’s take a quick blood test here, on the offhand chance she’s pregnant. Nope, not pregnant, and the database says you have conversion rights on her. Ian, string her up. On it boss.
The young blond is hauled off to one of the many impromptu gallows poles that ring the picnic pavilion and hosted off the ground. As expected, she grabs the noose and tries to loosen its hold on her throat. And also, as expected, this had no effect. After a few fruitless minutes clawing at that noose, she drops her arms and hangs loose.
I think she’s dead now, boss. Leave her hanging for a while. In fifteen minutes, toss her on the wolf feed pile.
My old friend Jerome walks up. Asks a couple of weird question about drugs and slaves. His basic question was if someone that can convert a girl is not on drugs, but the girls are, is it legal. I assure him that is 100% legal.
Then he drops the bomb. “There will be a big subdivision party next week, and I want to roast the oldest girls.” Seems that his three oldest daughters are doing drugs. I suspect they are just getting high, but I don’t know. This puts me in a bit of a spot, I’ve known Tracy, Gwen, and Joan their whole life. Hell, at one time I was “Uncle Mike” to them.
Three for the spit
Jerome must have seen the question on my face. “Here is a pic I took of them at a family beach day last week with some of their friends. I think after you see it, you will not consider them to be the little girls you think you know.” My phone dings, and sure enough there are the three girls. Yeah, I can do them. “OK, let’s figure out the fees and taxes, and how do you want them done”?“Well, I think I want Tracy, she’s the oldest and tallest live spit roasted, do Gwen as an oven roast and just part out Joan.” What about Dianne? “My wife? I think I’ll keep her for a while, at least. Besides, this was her idea. She went to one of her club meetings and had roasted girl and has been wanting to do it again for months. Depending on how this goes, I may end up being a regular girl meat customer.” “OK, point them out to me.” They are over there by the pool. Uncle Mike! We haven’t seen you in years!
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.
Cindy Hill and friends
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.
Mistress Debby-Ann
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.
