Spellbook Slaves – Page 2 – White Slave Act of 2000

Aftermath of the slave swap Cook Family Saga 2

Carl Cook’s Home

OK, girls, I’ve been researching Oklahoma slave culture and laws. I found out about something called “SINO” or “Slave In Name Only”. Seems that there is a yearly Oklahoma tax for registering a slave that way, but it does give the slave some protections as long as the tax is paid. I have registered you as SINO and paid the tax effective this morning. Next semester all of you are going back to school, and Ella, once you graduate from Tesla, I’ll send you Eastlake University, assuming that is what you want. All of you will be allowed to have friends, even boyfriends, but I have to meet them and approve of them. Obviously, none of you will be joining a sorority, there is just too much risk there. As far as living arrangements go, we are not all going to try to sleep in the same bed anymore, as much fun as that was, there really isn’t enough room on a queen-sized bed for 4 people. I’m exchanging my queen-sized bed for a king-sized, and buying a set of twins for the guest bedroom. One of you will take turns spending the night with me on a rotating basis. Only have big four person orgies as a special occasion, like when we introduce Ella to penetrating sex. You need to let me know when you want that, but don’t take too long, or I might just tie you spread eagles on the bed and have my way with you. Just kidding, more or less, but don’t take too long.

Morning at Spellbook Slaves

Thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, this is Thomas, how may I help you?

Yes, this is Isaac Barton, and I think I’ll need to talk to Mr. West directly about this. I want to buy all your goth slaves, but let them more or less keep their current position at your establishment.

Yeah, that sounds like a Mr. West problem, way over my pay grade. Let me get Mr. West on the phone for you.

Mr. West, Sheila and I were talking last night, and we came to the decision that we really like watching girls and women being tortured and murdered, not just unholy redheads, which is its own special thrill, has been for decades. What we like to propose is that we buy all your torture room slaves, the dark ladies, and have them move in with us. We would have 2 of them be on duty during each of your shifts for emergency killing, but the rest be ‘on call’ for more major, time-consuming torture and death sessions. We would provide the dark ladies with transportation to and from your establishment. The only thing we ask is 24/7 access to watch the torture and killing in your torture chamber, and that you call us in time to make it to your establishment to view the torture or killing. We are willing to pay a gratuity to the party wanting the activity if they will wait for us before they begin.

We would also like to set up a monthly supply of slaves for the dark ladies to keep their skills up on, both torture and murder. Say four at a time, they don’t have to be grade A or sexually skilled, however both of those would be nice, but in general just teenage or under 25 and have no tattoos. Tattoos are a deal killer. You can have their bodies after we are done with them, for your meat shop. We would also like to get in touch with whoever designed your torture room to help us set up our basement as a torture chamber. Don’t need all the death machines, but do need the rest. We, of course, would pay you for his time and effort. And I’d like to change the unholy order to include any women with inflated breasts, not just redheads. Automatically add them to our account and text us that you have them, with a photo. We will let you know if we want to play with them. Once you have processed them, and we have said we want to play with her, have the on duty dark ladies put them in strappado while they await our arrival. If it will be more than four hours before we arrive, have the unholy taken out of strappado and given 50 lashes, then returned to strappado. every four hours until we do arrive. The only reason why we might not make it in short order, assuming normal business daytime hours, is because we are either out on the town, have pressing business or perhaps on a trip. We will notify you if we are going out of town for more than a day, as that well effect the shift hours of the dark ladies, as we would be taking Faith along with us.

Let me get this straight. You want to take over room and board for six of my slave workers, one of which you have already bought, yet I get to keep them to work here for free? You want to hire Alex as a consultant for setting up a torture chamber at your house? Plus you want a standing order of four, teen or early 20s, slaves a month where we get their meat once you have snuffed them? All you want is to watch the use of the torture room? You are also expanding your ‘unholy’ list to all fake — breasted bimbos, not just redheads?

Yes, that’s it. We are retired and have a fairly large amount in our retirement fund and would like to spend it on having fun, we don’t have any heirs to pass it on to, and you can’t take it with you, so we are spending it on girls. Our investments and rental properties cover our extravagant lifestyle, so the fund is all ‘mad money’ Of course, our idea of fun isn’t really something that normal people would do. Of course, it’s more common than it used to be, it’s just more expensive to be a serial killer than it was before, now that you can just buy a victim. There is no need for any of us to return to our hobbies and habits of the 20th century

Did he just say they were serial killers before the turn of the century? Sure sounded like it. He did say that he’s been killing unholy women for decades. Not my problem, don’t even know if there is a cold case with redheads with implants going missing in Oklahoma, or for that matter in the whole country. Issac is a good reliable repeat business client. He was spending about 78 thousand a year on unholy redheads. Now that he is expanding the list of what is unholy I suspect he will be spending more. Down side is that we are gonna be missing out on the fake tits sex slave market, but they are paying about seven hundred fifty above market price for slaves with fake tits, so it really doesn’t matter, plus, of course, the video and streaming media money. Of course once word gets out that slaves with larger fake tits don’t get resold and tend to have snuff videos made of them, that might effect the number of bimbos sold to us. Worry about that later.

Well, I’m not seeing a downside here. Come on in and pick them up. Do you want the first month of slaves today, and do you want me to bill it to your account? Your total amount on account your would be 25500, including Faith and the three unholy redheads. I’ll cut you a deal and say twenty-five thousand even.

Capital! Put in on our account, and yes, I think we need the practice sluts today. At least one redhead, even if she’s not unholy, if possible.

I’ll need to tell Alex to get another group of suck slaves for the torture room, looks like that goth girls are gonna be to busy to do that any more. I’ll have him get grade A, with high oral skill ratings this time around.

Later that morning, Spellbook Slaves.

May I help you Mistress?

Yes, you may. My name is Charlene Cook. This is Dawn, I inherited her from my granddad. Technically, her last name is also Cook also. Actually, I’m not sure about that, she’s a slave now, so she has whatever name her owner gives her. Doesn’t really matter, her name later this week is main course. But I’m getting off-topic here, she was my granddad’s 4th and final wife. I don’t like her. Actually, it’s closer to hate. She was a real bitch to me ever when I visited granddad. She seemed to think that because she had out lived his previous trophy wives, by some years, without being converted and sold off, she was better than most other women and that she had granddad wrapped around her little finger. She really didn’t hide her scorn for me or my job. I am a mistress, even if I’m not working as one right now full-time. Insurance adjuster might not be the best or most sexy job in the world, but it’s an honest, needed by society job, which is more than she ever had. And I’m on the fast track to management. She, on the other hand, was a dancer at one of those free women topless clubs, which is where she met granddad. They got married, after a few months, right after he sold wife number three. He converted Dawn secretly at some time late in his life. He told me he was proud of me for making something of myself and getting a mistress license, the only one in the family to do so. He offered to send Dawn to class for it, but she laughed at him and said no, she already knew how to treat slaves. I suspect that’s when he decided to make her a slave. Anyway, I want her put under torture for the next three days then delivered to Southern Hills Country Club at noon on a spit ready to be roasted.

Ah, Southside rich people, never change. Your weird family relationships account for 75% of our business. This is gonna be almost 2 grand for next to no capital outlay.

You do understand that torture really doesn’t affect the taste of the slave meat, don’t you?

Dawn cook 4th wife of Granddad Cook — Dawn Cook, 4th wife of Granddad Cook, soon to be called “Main Course”

Yes, I know that, I just want her to spend her last days in pain, knowing that her beloved husband wanted this for her. I don’t have space for a live-in slave right now, no matter how fun it would be to torture her, so snuffing her seems like the best idea. I’d do it myself, but we are having granddad’s wake in three days, and I’d like her to be part of the meal, ideally the main course. I just don’t have the equipment you need to properly cook and serve up a meat slave. I am not sure if having her butchered is what granddad would have wanted, but he knew my living situation when he willed her to me, so I suspect he knew that she was not long for this world.

OK, what sort of torture would you like for her?

Well, strappado in a full Shibari harness, to include a crotch rope and ball gag, when she’s not being actively tortured. Actively torture her every two hours for two hours. For active torture, I want fifty lashes of hard flogging, with a bull whip, then being pulled on the rack. Hot wax dripped on to her tits, belly and cunt, while she’s on the rack. After the wax cools, scrap it off and start anew. After thirty minutes on the rack, remove her and give her fifty lashes again, then return her to the rack and repeat the cycle until the two hours are up. For one thirty-minute period on the rack, shove a cattle prod up her cunt. When she’s in strappado do some breast and nipple piercing with heated steel skewers. A few brands on her ass while she’s in strappado. Maybe some piercing of her thighs and upper arms if they can do it without massive blood loss. I don’t care if you dislocate her shoulders or hips while she’s on the rack. Of course, sleep, and food deprivation goes without saying. Limited water, just enough to keep her alive. The biggest thing is she lives, in extreme pain, until she goes on the spit and ideally the fire.

We can clean her out so that she doesn’t have to be gutted, which dramatically increases a sow’s chance of surviving being spitted. It’s rather unpleasant in its own right, if not quite torture. A course of strong laxatives for 3 days that would clean out an elephant and three times a day for three days hot water, soap suds enemas will flush even the dirtiest slut clean, with an ice water hose off when she soils herself. We don’t need to worry about kidney damage, she’ not going to live long enough for that to matter. Southern Hill’s Country Club has a couple of Hill’s Meat’s special spitting machines that have an 85% survival rate for a full spit. Southern Hills rents to qualified users with training certificates. We have two people on staff with those certificates. We could spit her on one of those, and that almost insures that she lives long enough to go on the fire alive.

I did not know they had those. They didn’t have them last time I was at one of their slave roasts, they just had some old school Jessica 3000, but that was several years ago. I know they do have some live slave roasting brackets, but I want Dawn to be spitted like the pig she is. Rent one of those machines for her spitting instead of using your Jessica if you don’t mind.

Dawn, dear grandma, I know you always wanted me to call you that. Well now I am for the last time. Have a nice life. Well, not nice for you maybe, but you know what I mean. I’ll see you again as you get spitted.

This girl knows what she wants and it’s a bit scary. I suspect she’s gonna rise up in the ranks at her insurance company fairly fast. I wouldn’t want to be a slave worker in her office once she gets put in charge of discipline, Or for that matter a free worker when she gains the right of invoking contract conversions. I’d offer her a job, but other than being a sadist and a mistress, she really doesn’t have a skill set we need right now.

Three days torture is 1500, and we have a 300 dollar snuff fee, so that’s eighteen hundred, cash, debit, or credit card. That doesn’t include rental of the machine, but that’s between you and the country club. For some members, several uses of it are included in their yearly fees; otherwise, it’s by the hour and I don’t really know what they charge for that.

Thirty minutes later, Spellbook Slaves

Hello! What can we do for you, miss?

My name is Samantha Lancaster, and I’ve got a weird idea, that I’d like to do. Can I act as a display model without being a slave? I mean as a job? Being considered nothing more than an object is my deepest fantasy.

Then why don’t just volunteer? With your looks, assuming even half decent sex scores, you would be a sex slave within the week. Sooner than that, as you would be one here until you are sold.

I also know that slaves that look like me are often tortured and killed for the sick amusement of people, normally men. That’s why I want a job as an object. I tried being a living mannequin at Macy’s, but it wasn’t satisfying enough. They were looking at the clothes I was wearing, not me. I want people to look at me like I was an object.

Let me ask the boss.

Mr. West, we’ve got a prime blonde that wants a job, not being a slave, but a job, being a display model for us. She’s pretty emphatic she wants to be objectified, but also doesn’t want to take the risk of being a slave.

Send her in.

Let me see if I understand you right. You want to be a display model, as a job, but not be a slave. You want to be totally objectified. I can do that, I’ll have a contact written for you, my lawyer slave can write damn near any contract and do it quickly. But let me warn you, your contract is going to specify that if enough money is offered for you, you will be converted and sold.

How much is enough?

Let’s say five thousand, that will be in the contract. At that price, it’s almost a guarantee you are being bought as arm candy, not as a pain or snuff slut, but I can’t guarantee that. There are some wealthy people that would like to see women that looks like you slowly put to death in a great deal of pain. Just warning you about what you are asking for.

What about pay and work schedule? I want as close to the slave experience as I can get without really being a slave, but I would rather not work 24/7 or for free.

Well, how about fifteen hours a day, six days a week, starting at seven in the morning, minimum wage, Tuesdays off, that’s our slowest day anyway. With those hours, you get about 650 per week, before taxes. You may be put in bondage as part of being a demo. That will be in the contract. Also in the contract will be that for one hundred dollars, you will give a customer a hand job and let them cum on your face. For three hundred dollars you give a blow job, doing deep throat if that is what the customer wants, and they either cum in your mouth or on your face. You will swallow. You will also, for three hundred, go down on any woman who wants you. You will continue until the customer cums or tires of you. We will have open negotiations about other types of sex or light torture. You will not be tortured in a way that will leave with any visible after effects. You will get half of any money made by performing any sex act. You sleep in the worker slaves’ room. When you are not in the demo cage, you are available for sex to any member of staff or work slaves. That should give you close to the slave experience, but not really risking your life.

I can live with that. In fact, that’s more than I imaged could happen. It’s precisely what I want. When can I start? I’ve already resigned from my day job, sold most of my clothes and stuff. I told my landlady that I was moving out, and she’s already rented out my room.

What would you have done if I said no about this job? And what if it didn’t come with room and board?

I don’t know. Live in a shelter for a while, maybe work as a dancer at Free Tits, or one of the other free women strip clubs. But that doesn’t matter, you gave me my dream job. So, can I start today?

Sure, I’ll send the details to Harleigh and have her draw up the legal document.

Great! Let me change into a see through teddy then put me in the demo cage, I’ll take your word for it that you won’t sell me until we get that contract signed.

You have my word. Should get that contract out to you by early evening.

I should have told her that if someone pays five grand for a slave the slave is either being taken as a wife substitute or is being bought by a media company to use as an attractive pain and snuff victim. If Ashlyn from The Torture Channel found out about her, she would get bought up in a heartbeat and made into a season long pain show. Which reminds me, need to make sure that Justin never finds out she is actually purchasable as a slave. If he does Ashlyn will be down here the very next day waving money around. If Hill’s saw her they would try to bargain her price down, but they might just get her at five grand to use at one of their advertisement public spit roasts. Well, Samantha, I really hope this is what you really want, because there is no way this ends well for you. The contract will not have an end date and with drawing from the contract is cause for conversion. Hope she just signs it with out really reading it. Your best option is being a bought and paid for trophy wife for some new money asshole from Southside.

Early Afternoon Spellbook Slaves.

Hello! My name is Alex, what can I do for you?

Sonia Cook, youngest daughter. — Sonia Cook, Ed’s youngest daughter.

My name is Ed Cook, and I’ve got sort of a problem that you can fix for me. My father just passed away and part of his will was that I convert the currently of age girls in my family, and to convert the others as they come of age, to get most of my inheritance. So want to convert them all. Sonia here, I want to convert and have tortured for three days, then delivered to Southern Hill’s Country Club to be a spit roast at my father’s wake.

Ah, that rings a bell, let me check something from the morning shift. That’s what I, thought. Do you know that there is already a slave being tortured and planned to be spit roasted at that wake all ready? His fourth wife, according to this. Turned in by a Mistress Cook. A relative of yours?

Yes, she’s my eldest daughter. Charlene must have decided to torture and snuff Dawn. Not surprised, there was a lot a bad blood between them. Dad knew that and decided to get revenge for some reason on Dawn. If he hadn’t been ill for the last 6 months, I suspect he would have just sold Dawn off. She had just about reached her shelf life.

Does having your, well, in theory, stepmother being tortured and planned to being a spit roast at your father’s wake change your plan for Sonia?

No, not at all. Torture Sonia the same way as Charlene is having done to Dawn, she has that mistress license and knows what to do for good torture. I’d be a lost beyond just whipping her. There will be a bunch of people at the wake, and Dawn will not be enough meat. Not sure that even two will be enough. Any way, the rest of the girls are at this address. Can you pick them up? They don’t know that they are being converted, they think I’m only converting Sonia.

We can do that for you.

The senior Mr. Cook is going to have one hell of a wake. Based on what I’ve seen so far, need to have a major presence at the wake if we can. If the rest of the family is like these two, there will be some spontaneous conversion taking place there.

Ed Cook’s Home Southside Eastlake

Hello, I’m Evan, and we’re from Spellbook Slaves, and we’ve got a capture order for Etta, Lydia, Arlene, Patty, Annie, Tammy, Cassandra, Katherine, and Kristina Cook. Ed Cook converted them today and wants them brought to the shop and possibly sold to us, assuming that they pass the convertible status test, which in this case means not pregnant.

Ed would never do that! There must be a mistake, he was only going to convert one girl, make her a roast for his dad’s wake. He couldn’t have decided to convert all of them.

I’m afraid he did. Something about his father’s will. Here’s the documentation. Don’t make us use force. By Oklahoma law we can use any force less than lethal on any person preventing a slave capture, so unless you want to be tasered and your house trashed, you better tell me where we can find them.

Please put up a fight. I want to do some violence today. Haven’t done that in weeks, maybe months.

No, you don’t need to use force. I was afraid this would happen. Ed was a bit weird after hearing his father’s will. The girls are all out back, skinning dipping in the pool. I still really don’t believe he’s doing this. I thought we agreed that Sonia would be the only one, I’m still in shock here.

Well, he did. We will just take custody of the slaves and be on our way. Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Cook.

Damn. Women are getting way to passive. I know it’s genetic now, but they seem more accepting of their fate as the years go by. Must be something in the water. If it keeps up like this I’ll not to even need to carry a taser, much less use one.

Etta, Lydia, Arlene, Patty, Annie, Tammy, Cassandra, Katherine, and Kristina Cook, I have a capture order for you. You have been converted to slave status and need to come with us. We are allowed to use any level of force to implement this capture. Please come with me or face the consequences.

I can’t believe dad converted us all! I thought he was just converting Sonia! This can’t be happening!

Well, it is. Now come on sluts, I haven’t got all day. If you don’t start moving, I’ll shoot a few of you to start. My orders, approved by your father, say that I can kill up to three of you. So, what’s it going to be. Go to the van or risk being one of the three getting shot. And if you aren’t shot, and you still don’t want to go, I’ve got enough tasers for all of you. One way or another, you, or your carcass, is going in the van. Your only prayer is that you are pregnant, which means you can’t be converted.

Please put up a fight. I’m gonna shoot the short one, the one with the head band, and the blonde. Come on, daddy want to do some murder on some sweet little teen meat. Come on it’s been months since I got to even taser a slut. I need to shoot some of you, I really need it,

Ok, no need to get violent about it, we’ll come along quietly.

Damn it.

Kara Cook, Ed's wife — Kara Cook, Ed’s wife

Mom! Why are you naked! Do you know what these men are doing here?

Yes, I do and if your father wants to sell all of you off, he doesn’t get to keep me. My name is Kara Cook and I want to volunteer to be a slave along with my daughters.

Well, damn, I didn’t bring a volunteer test kit with me, I should have, so we can’t tell whether you’re on drugs or not. We’ll test you at the shop when we test your daughters for being pregnant. Get in the van with the slaves. We should have room, might be a bit tight, it’s only rated for 9 in the back seats. Of course, I can make it easier if I just shoot one of them, that would mean you wouldn’t have to squeeze in, do you want me to do that? Which one? Make up your mind quickly, or I’ll just shoot the short one. She doesn’t look like she’s worth much alive anyway.

Put the gun down, Lydia can sit on my lap.

Have it your way. Just for the record, your daughters are roughly grade B, maybe B+, which means that they aren’t going to sell for much, but you are grade A MILF. That grade and class is in high demand right now, hope you like being a sex slave.

And there goes my last chance of committing violence of any sort on these sluts. Damn it.

Spellbook Slaves, 30 minutes later

Ok Boss man, got the 9 daughters and the mother decide to volunteer to be with her daughters.

Kara! Why did you do that?

Well, Edward, if you are taking all the girls, you don’t need me either. Buy yourself a bed mate with your blood money. They tell me that I’m probably going to be made in to as a sex slave, so how does that feel? How does it feel to know that your darling wife will be doing nothing but getting fucked and sucking dick?

Well, to be real honest, Kara, I’m fine with that. I was thinking of selling you anyway, just after the wake, so this works out OK, just the timing was off. So, Mr. West, what can I get for the whole package?

Well, because Kara volunteered, you don’t get anything from her, but I can offer seven fifty each for your daughters. I’ll make you a deal and take all nine for seven thousand, that’s two fifty more than normal.

Well, I wish I had known that Kara was going to volunteer, so I could have sold her as well, but I’ll take the 7 grand. Actually, I would have just given them to you, converting them gives me my three million from Dad’s estate. He didn’t mention Kara, but did list the girls, by name, as needing to be converted before I got the money. Yeah, I guess it is blood money like Kara said, but it’s a lot of money. I can always get a new wife and start over.

Yeap, Southside family. Money is much more important than family. I wonder what they did before the law changed? Birth rates were still spiking like they are now, and there still was a strong female to male birth ratio, in favor of girls.

Fifteen minutes later at Spellbook Slaves

Ed! What are you doing here?

Well, Johen, I sold off the family because of Dad’s will. Are you here to do the same thing? Want to warn you, sell Mackenzie as well, even if she’s not listed in the will. I didn’t sell Kara, but she volunteered anyway, so I didn’t get anything. I have been told there a good market for sex slave MILF types. Mackenzie should qualify for that. I got 750 each for the girls. You should get at least that, maybe more, I’ve always thought your daughters were hot.

That’s almost too much information, Ed. But while we are sharing secrets, I’ve always wanted to fuck Kara in the ass. Might have a chance at that now! Just kidding, but really I do want to anally plunder her.

It’s 150 an hour for renting a sex slave, just putting that out there. And, yeah, Kara is going in the sex slave room until she gets sold or snuffed. Average turn around time on sex slaves is about a week, so make up your mind fairly soon.

Or I could just buy her. Is that OK with you Ed?

Why should I care? I was going to sell her off soon any way, and she volunteered for this. Just in case it matters, she hates taking it up the butt. I’ve needed to get her almost black out drunk to get her to agree.

Oh, better and better. Real anal plunder just like a pirate! So, how much is she selling for?

Well, a grade A MILF normally goes for thirty-five hundred, but I’ll give you a family discount and knock two fifty off that.

OK, I’ll buy her. What can I legally do to her after I buy her? I mean, can she say no or anything?

Dude. You’re from the Southside, where selling off family members is practically a spectator sport. Your father owned slaves. It’s been 24 years now, there is non stop media about slaves. The even get snuffed on national TV. Even broadcast TV has some torture shows. Granted their mild torture and they keep a bathing suit on for the whole thing, but still… Why don’t you know there are effectively no limits on what you can do to a slave?

Anything your twisted little mind can come up with. She literally has less protection than a family pet. You can be charged with animal cruelty for hurting your dog or cat, but those laws, explicitly, do not apply to slaves. The only thing you really can’t do is use her to commit crimes. If you do, it’s like you did it, so you would be the one arrested. Normally, when that happens to the slave, depending on the crime, she is either sold off or killed. A lot of that depends on how the judge feels about it and if it’s a felony or not.

Any way, the reason I came here, before I was distracted by Kara’s ass, is that I need to sell my daughters, like Ed suspected. They are all in Eastlake University right now at some function being held by their sorority Delta-Delta-Delta.

Johen, then you better sign the papers converting them fast, tri-delta parties have a tendency to result in mass conversions. If your request for conversion is time date stamped before theirs, it takes priority.

OK, where do I sign?

Yeepers, damn sure need to make sure we have a strong presence at the wake. If the extended family is like the close family there is gonna be many conversions to be had. I think I’ll attend in person

Eastlake University, Delta Delta Delta sorority chapter house.

Johen Cook's Family — Johen Cook’s Family

Hi! I’m Evan and we’re from…

Spellbook Slaves, I know. I recognize the van. Why are you here? We haven’t called for a slaver for this party yet. I am not sure why you are here, to be honest. Granted we’re all getting topless, which can lead to random acts of sex, which might lead to a conversion or two, but nothing big was planned tonight.

No, We’re here for, let me check the list, some of these names are hard to say. Anyway looks like Sybyll, Bethsabe, Florence, Sara, Patience, Amphillis, Myrna, and Sara Cook. Their father converted them and this is a capture. I’m sure you know the drill, don’t interfere with the capture, or you might get tasered or worse. Actually don’t help, we haven’t trashed a chapter house in a few years, that might be fun. So, are you going to help or do we get to have some fun?

You’re not trashing the house tonight! Most of the girls are all out by the pool. Those that aren’t are practicing for the chapter suck off next week. I don’t think any of the Cook girls are doing that. They aren’t on the list of contestants. Hmm. Might make the contest so the losers of it gets converted. I’ll give you a call if the officers decide that should happen. Let me called the Cook girls together for you. Follow me gentlemen.

Oh, we’re not gentle, at least not on the clock anyway.

Damn it. Another chance at violence thwarted by female passivity. Of course from what I hear, just being in this sorority is like being a volunteer as it is.

Cook girls! All of you! I need you to gather. These men are from Spellbook Slaves, and they are here to take you in. Your daddy sold you. Please go quietly, I don’t want them roughing up the whole chapter like what happened last year. Ended up losing most of the pledge class to charges of preventing a capture. The rest of you girls, help these gentlemen get the Cook girls in the van and secured. Be nice to them, they most likely will be taking you in later. If you want to be converted tonight, just get in the van with the Cooks, I’m sure that they will take you.

If it matters, this is just getting you getting converted a month early, you don’t have to wait for next month’s all Greek party. You all are on the list of sisters to be converted. Of course, so is about half the sorority, now we need to add eight more to the list. Seems that the Kappa Alpha Order wants several tri deltas sooner rather than later. So it looks like you’re not going to be frat boy slaves. Or on the menu at one of their feasts. I am not sure if that’s a good thing or not, depends on who buys you. Have a good life and good luck with your new masters.

Spellbook Slaves receiving dock, 30 minutes later.

We got all eight of the Cook girls, but it was weird. Damnedest thing ever. The whole sorority helped us capture them. They didn’t put up anything like a fight and went quietly to the van. A couple of the other girls almost volunteered, but they chickened out at the last minute.

Yeah, tri-delta girls know that they are slave bait. There is a theory about them that if they join tri Delta so they are “forced” into slavery, so they are not being a slut and volunteering. Something like 80% of their members end up converted, which is high, even for a rich girl sorority in Eastlake. They have a mass conversion every other month or so.

Yeah, the girl in charge said something about an all Greek party next month. From what I understood, about half the chapter is being converted. Are we doing that conversion?

Don’t know, didn’t know about it, but yeah, we are EU’s slavers of choice.

So an all Greek party where a lot of the tri-deltas are going to be converted. That normally means that more than a few of the girls from the other sororities will be be converted as well. Plus frat boys doing PPC conversions. Something we really can’t afford to miss.

In the slave processing area.

So, Mr. Cook, I mean Johen, you want to sell your wife off as well as your daughters?

Yeah, Johen, sell Mackenzie so I can buy her and have her deep throat me. I seem to recall you bragging about her throat skills.

That is officially too much information. So, are we swapping wives now?

Looks that way. I think I’ll buy her as soon as they capture and process her, assuming you’re selling her. Come on, you’re getting Kara, let me have Mackenzie, it’s a fair trade.

I’ll give Ed the same family deal.

Yeah, OK. She would freak out if I brought Kara home any way. She’s at home now. Go and get her.

Wonder if Sam is going to sell his daughters or not?

And miss out on three million? Not bloody likely. Please remember, Irene was mentioned by name as well in dad’s will.

Well, yeah, Sam’s only got 5 daughters. And dad hated Irene.

Oh, I can tell you why dad hated Irene, she wouldn’t blow him when he asked. Didn’t understand that his son’s wives were also for him. I know that Mackenzie did at least a few times. Maybe every time we visited him, or he came by our house.

Yeah, Kara did him as well. Did we have sluts for wives, or was dad just a perv?

Why not both?

Wonder what my boy Carl is doing with the three slaves he inherited? He didn’t look all that happy when he saw them. I see his point though, those tits would scare plenty of men

Oh, I can tell you that. He traded them for some faux twinks who weren’t dumber than a post. He was treating them almost like girlfriends. Because we are the slaver of record for them, we got an update on their status, they were given protected status this morning. But the bimbos were tortured to death, and he was cool with that, just didn’t want to do it himself. Want to see their snuff video’s raw footage? The edited version will be for sale next week, we can let you have a sneak peek if you’d like. However, are you sure Carl isn’t gay? He was adamant about his new slaves being flat chested, “like a boy”.

Reasonably sure. My son had numerous girlfriends in school and no boyfriends. Actually, apart from his gaming group, he didn’t have many male friends at all, I think the only clubs he went to were straight teen hang out clubs. If he went to a gay club he didn’t use his card, I would have seen it on the statements. Of course, the girl he lost his virginity was very flat chested, so he may have a type now. Funny, he’s the only male in the whole of his generation. No wonder dad gave him something, I’m just surprised it was just slaves, not some money. It’s funny, Johen I will treasure the look on Dawn’s face when she found out that not only was she a slave, she was being given to Charlene. Charlene is having Dawn tortured and served as a spit roast at dad’s wake, just like I’m doing with Sonia.

Yep, Southside family. Wife swapping in the 21st century. Wonder how long it will be before one of the “wives” get snuffed? The important question is will they pay to have it done here by trained professionals or just do an ad-hoc at home thing. Given the amount of money they seem to have, they might even have it done at home by a visiting team of pros. While that pays more, the down side is no snuff video to sell later.

Johen Cook’s house, 30 minutes later

Hello, I’m Evan, and I’m from Spellbook Slaves. Are you Mackenzie Cook?

Yes, I am.

Please come with me then, I have a capture order for you.

I figured this might happen. I know Johen is selling all the girls because of his father’s will, and I thought he might get me as well and make a clean sweep of it. So, do I need to strip now or not?

Well, either you strip or we strip you. To be honest, I would rather you not, so I can get all violent on you. So far, your family has been very cooperative, and I haven’t even needed to taser anyone.

No need for that. Now what happens to me?

Well, normally you would go in the sex slave holding room and kept as a working sex slave until you are sold or snuffed, but you’ve been already sold to your brother-in-law Ed. Your ex-husband bought Ed’s wife, Kara, just so he can fuck her in the ass. Ed wants you to deep throat him. Seems they are doing a wife swap in a way that the two of can’t object to.

Well, I’m getting the better end of that deal. I like to deep throat. Kara hates in the ass. If Ed wants I’ll take it in the ass.

You will do exactly what he asks of you. Disobedient slaves are treated very harshly here in Eastlake. The city even provides a torture service for those that can’t do it themselves for one reason or another and can’t afford to have it professionally done. Training for students in the high school torturer certification and mistress license classes.

Come on, please be ever a little bit disobedient right now, I need desperately to do some violence on a slave today. With so many mass pick up, I’m getting figurative blue balls. We’ve picked up more slaves today than we normally get in a week. And they have all been nice girls, calmly getting in the van.

Yes, of course. I just haven’t fully wrapped my head around Ed being my master, not just my brother-in-law. So, take me to my new master, no reason in putting it off any longer.

Spellbook Slaves Main Office, about an hour after the Cook Brothers left.

Hello! Welcome to Spellbook Slaves. Are you Sam Cook?

Yeah. I’m Sam Cook, how did you know?

Your brothers Ed and Johen left about an hour ago, after selling off their daughters and swapping wives. They said you might be by.

Well, yeah, I want to sell of all five of my daughters and Irene, my wife. It’s a condition of dad’s will. I really don’t want to sell Irene, but dad listed her by name. He seemed to have an issue with her.

Your brothers seem to think it’s because Irene didn’t blow him when he asked. Their wives did and your father though it was his right.

And that’s all the males in Granddad Cook’s immediate family, plus the one granddaughter he seemed to like. I’m gonna need to have a slave sell here pretty soon to ease up on the over crowding we are gonna have once all of these girls get processed and put in holding rooms. He had to have had some adult daughters, with 3 sons, he should have twenty or thirty, unless he’s on of those rare people that the virus didn’t change. Wonder why we haven’t heard from any of them, or their husbands, if they have one, assuming they even exist.

Hey Sam, I’ve got a question for you. Do you have any sisters?

Yeah, 22, over 4 wives, I think. No, wait a minute, Dawn didn’t have any kids. There was a rumor that she was sterile. Either that or dad wasn’t fucking her the normal way, and I’m not seeing dad do that.

What did your dad’s will say about your sisters?

Nothing. It’s like they don’t exist to him, nor his grand children by them. He must have between 200 and 300 grandkids now. All girls apart from Carl.

Sam Cook’s house 15 minutes later

Cook's Daughters. — Sam Cook’s Daughters.

Hello, I’m Evan, and we’re from Spellbook Slaves. We have a capture notice for Jeanette, Carolyn, Kathy, Marion, Nicole, and Irene Cook. Are you going to come quietly, or do we have to use force?

Please say we have to use force, you’re our fifth pickup today and we haven’t gotten to even use a taser yet, much less trash a house.

No, we’ll come quietly, we knew that Sam couldn’t give up the money his father was willing him if he converted all of us.

Damn it. Just once I want a non permissive pick up. Haven’t had one of those in months.

I’m going to ask you a personal question here, but do you have breast implants?

Well, yes I do. Does it matter? I’ve seen lots of sex slaves with fake tits, shouldn’t be that big of a deal.

You are going to have short and unpleasant life because of them. We have a client couple that likes to torture to death redheads with fake tits. Pays quite a lot to watch our goth girls do their thing.

OH, no, you’re not taking me in for that! I thought I would just be a sex slave, no…<ZAP>

At last! got to taser one. Women in this town are getting way too submissive, and spoiling all my fun. Might be something in the water.

What are you going to do to us? Please don’t taser us like you did mom. All our tits are real! We’re not resisting, please just take us in, we’ll go peacefully, just don’t taser us. Tesla tasers all the girls in the junior class sex and health class so we know what it’s like and, I at least, don’t want to have it happen to me again.

Of course you don’t want to be tasered, it’s not a fun thing. And you just heard me tell your mother she was gonna be tortured to death and you still are being submissive about this?

Well, you all look like you would make good sex slaves, bring your sex skill certificates with you. If you score high enough, it would make for what is probably a better life for you. Sex slaves tend to do better than just run-of-the-mill worker and servant slaves. Damn sure, better than what your mother is going to have.

Yes, we were all tested, let me go get the papers. We all tested really high. I scored high enough that the tester tried to pressure me into being a volunteer.

Yeah, me too, I think we all did. Like I would volunteer to that grease ball.

Back at Spellbook Slaves

I got all six. The daughters all have the looks and skills to be good 2nd maybe even first rank sex slaves, even if their tits are a little small. They are all pale redheads, which, I think, is the number one bestseller for sex slaves this month. And get this, the wife is an unholy redhead. Not massive bimbo sized tits, but noticeably larger than life. Plus, she put up a fight! I got to taser her. Do you know how long it’s been since I did that?

Ten weeks, four days. And she wasn’t the pickup, just some woman in the house that was started by you. She actually had her lawyer call us about it. That’s why I know. Anyway, I better give Isaac a call then, and text him the unholy’s picture. That’s four in one week. They must be in hog heaven about this.

Well, the law says any level of force less than lethal, and the bitch was in the way of the capture.

Yes, Evan, I know that, both parts of the story. You should be glad that the husband had installed a video camera in the living room and there was video of the capture. If he hadn’t, it would have been he said she said and a court case, but you got lucky. That’s why you still have a job, Evan, now shut up and let me make this call.

Isaac, this is Mike West at Spellbook, I’ve got some good news for you, we just got an unholy redhead. She’s in the torture room waiting for you all now.

Yes, I got the text, and we are interested in her, however your timing is less than ideal. We couldn’t do another unholy this afternoon. we are still setting up living quarters for the dark ladies. Keep her overnight, we and Faith will be there in the morning around 10 or so, assuming that the furniture store delivers on time. Make sure you keep in strappado and flog her every four hours.

OK then, see you then. I’m sure the in shift girls will have fun with her until you and Faith get here. Heidi has been asking if she can practice on some grade C girls, since no one cares if they have some cuts and bruises. To be fair, before Irene came in, I was considering letting her do some torture on a grade C or two. Now I don’t have to.

What the actual fuck boss? 5 pick-ups, all from the same family? Plus the 3 we got yesterday? What is going on in Southside these days?

Well, as I understand it, “Granddad” Cook left a large amount of money to his sons if they converted their families. It’s weird, but it not really the weirdest thing to come out of Southside. Well, it might have been the weirdest thing to come out of Southside in the past 5 years.

It’s been a weird day. Increased our temporary slave stock by almost 50% at, to be honest, cut rate prices. And there still is the possibility of more at Mr. Cook’s wake.

Slave Swap and Snuff Cook Family Saga 1

Spellbook Slave Afternoon shift

Thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, this is Alex, how may I help you this afternoon?

My name is Carl Cook, and I’ve got a bit of a problem with some slaves I inherited. Seems that Granddad and I have widely differing taste in women. He left me three redheaded bimbos with fake tits, who maybe have a total IQ of 90. Or at least that’s the way they act. I’ve been told that they are trained sex toys, but I’m so put off by them that I can’t tell. I tried getting a blowjob in the dark from one, and while it was a great blowjob, her big fake tits kept rubbing up against me and that was a major turn-off. I’ve thought about just killing them, but that doesn’t really excite me. Not only that, but I’d like to trade them out, ideally for flat chested brunettes that aren’t brain-dead and can hold a conversation.

Sure, we can help you with that. Bring them in, and we will grade them, and we can see about a swap.

You understand, I want real flat chested. Almost like a boy.

We might be able to help you there.

Great! I’ll bring them down in about an hour.

Spellbook Slaves One Hour Later

I called a while ago about arranging a swap. These are the girls. Say hello girls.

<giggle>Hi, my name is Helen.
And I’m Amanda
And I’m Penny.

OK girls, put on these collars. Make sure they are tight.

<giggle> Are you our new master? Our old master liked to put collars on us when we went out with him.

Well, maybe that depends on whether Carl likes your replacement or not. Carl, you weren’t kidding about big fake tits. Did you happen to get their sex test certificates when you inherited them?

Yes, I do. I thought they might be important, here they are.

Oh, yes, those are good scores. Sex slave status for sure.

<giggle>See, I told you we’re just going to become sex slaves again

Wait a minute. Let me check something in our standing orders. Hmm. That what I thought. I know you said you didn’t want to kill them yourself, but would you mind if they were tortured to death? We have a standing request for any, and I quote, “Big bazookas” redheads, from a couple that likes to see them tortured to death. They are willing to pay a premium for them. Like three thousand each, which is way more than your requested replacements.

Oh, I don’t care if they get murdered in some horrible way, just it’s not a turn on for me. As I understand it, granddad used to kill off his slaves every couple years, so it’s not like they weren’t on borrowed time as it was. His 4th wife, Dawn, wanted them killed, not passed on to me. Then she found out she had been converted and was considered part of the property that was to be inherited, so what she wanted didn’t matter to anyone. She went to my oldest sister, Charlene. Granddad was proud of Charlene getting one of those mistress things. Dad got the summer house, the boat, and cars. The rest of the girls in the family, explicitly, got nothing and in fact requested that they be converted. Dad is thinking about this. He has decided that he’s converting at least one of the younger girls and spit roasting her for the wake. Charlene is leaning towards roasting Dawn instead of one of her sisters. I suspect that they are gonna decided on doing both. The only reason these sluts aren’t spit bound is because of their fake tits.

NO!!! Please just keep us! Don’t let us be tortured to death! We can wear a binder when you fuck our face! Don’t trade us! Please…<ZAP>

All three girls collapse to the ground holding their necks and twitching.

And that is why I had you put on slave collars. That was a level 6 shock. It goes to 10. Well, 11, but 11 kills.

Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve got some brunettes on hold for being faux twinks. Most of them have high cocksucking scores, and average to above average fucking in both holes. A couple of them just turned of age and weren’t tested before they were sold. I’m holding them sort of on spec because there is normally a good market for faux twinks, but it’s been a couple of weeks and none of the gay bars have called for replacement twinks.

Vicky goes to the holding room and select 3 flat brunettes and bring them up here.

Meet Judith, Ella, and Kelly. All of them were sold by their parents.

Judith has a twin sister. They were at university, but their scholarship ran out last semester and her family could only afford tuition for one, so they sold Judith to pay for Jenny’s tuition. She was sex tested as part of her high school senior health class. She got 84 in cocksucking, 78 in fucking and a remarkable 92 in anal.

Ella just turned of age and there were too many girls in her family, so they sold off three forth of them. As I understand it, she was an honor student. Took top place in her class at intro to oral sex, so she should be pretty good even if she’s not graded. We believe that she is a virgin vaginally, and we know she’s a virgin anally.

Kelly was sold for no obvious reason by her stepfather. Seems he saw our sign and made an impulse sale. The only thing he said was he wanted to make sure she wasn’t sold to a Yankee. She was in tri-delta at Eastlake University, so it’s likely she would be converted in the next year or so any way. She was sex graded because her boyfriend was part of a bet with his friends about which one had the best cocksucker as a girlfriend. She came in 2nd, but with an 89 score in cocksucking, a 75 in normal fucking and 70 in anal.

Oh, they are perfect. Just what I had in mind. They all seem to be intelligent. While sex is good, it’s not the only thing in a relationship. And yeah, I know that we aren’t technically in a relationship, I’d like to think of them as girlfriends that can’t break up with me.

So, let me call the Barton’s and see if these they want your set of bimbos. While you’re waiting, would you like a blowjob? Kelly has the highest score at it, but you can have any or all of them if you like. Normally, it is 150 per hour with a sex slave, but I’ll waive the fee if you will wait for the Barton’s. That may be an hour or so for them to get here, depending on what they are doing and traffic from the south side.

Isaac? This Alex at Spellbook Slaves. How is Sheila doing? Good, that’s good. The reason I called is to ask you’re you still interested in what you call unholy redheads? Oh, you are. Well, we have 3 that just came in, I thought that you and Sheila might like them. OK, see you when you get here.

Well, you’re in luck, Carl, maybe anyway, they are at least willing to come see them. Just in case it matters, the market price for a twink is about eighteen hundred to two thousand. If they want your bimbo slaves, you will get the trade plus thirty-six hundred. If they don’t, it will be a flat swap. Sex slaves with massive tits are doing well right now, so the wholesale price is around two thousand.

About one hour later

Alex! Good to see you again. Are these the unholy redheads you were telling me about? How did you get three at once like them? They will do very well, we will take all three and have a wonderful afternoon.

Well, Carl here inherited them, and they don’t fit his taste in women, so he’s swapping them out for ones that do interest him. They are highly rated as sex slaves, but I know that doesn’t matter to you and Sheila, you just want to see them snuffed.

No, not snuffed, tortured to death. Snuff sounds so quick and more or less painless. We don’t want it to be quick, we want it to be slow and horrible. Is Faith still one of the dark ladies? If so, we’d like to have her do the killing for us.

Well, yes she.

NO! Please don’t kill us! Please! We are good, sex slaves, we could make both of you delighted! Please, Master Carl, don’t <ZAP>

Ah, slave collars. They are the best things ever for a slaver.

You don’t learn, do you? I’m almost tempted to snuff one of you to prove the point, but Isaac and Sheila have a much better afternoon planned for you, I’m sure.

Anyway, before I was interrupted, I was telling you that Faith is, in fact, still working for us. Would you like to buy her?

Oh, no, she is much better being a torturer here.

Darling, why don’t we buy her and let them keep her to be a torturer? That way, we don’t have to worry about someone buying our favorite play toy. Please remember that the Watson’s are converting all of their daughters next week for their anniversary. They said they might want to have a couple of them tortured as a welcome to slavery thing. And they are spit roasting the twins. I want to see Faith have a good afternoon with them. Of course, with nine, plus the twins, it’s going to be all the dark ladies having fun, not just Faith.

Ok, we can do that. Alex looks we are buying Faith after all, but she gets to keep her job. Gag the unholy, I would rather not hear them again. There is nothing that they can say that matters.

OK, We get Faith’s retail price and get to keep her for the torture room. Can’t beat that sorta deal. It’s too bad that Faith is the only one they want.

Ok, let me finish up with Carl and you can take them to the room for fun and games. Carl, do you want the difference in cash or a preloaded debit card?

A card will be just fine. I’m surprised that this didn’t end up costing me something. I know you buy for wholesale, and sell retail, so I didn’t even think I would break even, much less make a profit on the deal.

Well, come on girls, time to go home. I hope you can play Trivial Pursuit, I’ve been wanting to play for a while, and the bimbos weren’t any fun to play with. I think the only reason they got an answer right was accidentally. Also have you ever played a role playing game? My group is looking for new members and I hope you can play with us. Of course, you ARE going to play with us, but it better if you are into it, not just doing it because you were ordered to. Like I said, I want to treat you like girlfriends with benefits.

The Torture Room.

Faith a Torture Room Goth — Faith, a Torture Room Goth

The Bartons, the unholy trio and Faith arrive at the torture room. The slaves are trying to talk through their ball gags.

OK, Faith, start by putting Amanda and Penny in strappado and put Helen on the Saint Andrews cross.

Yes, master.

Oh, don’t call me master, Isaac will do just fine, You’re not really a slave anymore, you’re our helper. I’ll look into what we can do about your living situation. See if we can get into one of the slave apartments.

Helen, I’m glad to tell you that you are going to have an excellent afternoon. Well good for us, you might think it’s a bad day, but I don’t really care. If you wanted to be taken seriously and not just be a torture toy, you shouldn’t have gotten those unholy implants. Now, Faith starts by pushing a long skewer through those unholy boobs. Make sure you pierce the implants. Then do it from the top as well. Then a diagonal from both sides.

Do you want me to remove her gag so you can hear her screaming?

No, I don’t think so, but call in one of your friends, I think I want my cock sucked while you do your magic.

Jasmine Goth Cock Sucker — Jasmine, a Goth Cock Sucker

Yes, of course Isaac. Do you remember Jasmine? I’ll get a call for her.

Faith begins to push the skewers though Helen’s tits. Helen thrashes and jerks.

You think it hurts now, what until I start twisting them, slut.

Now take one of those hot coals with the tongs and push it into her right nipple.

Faith takes a coals is taken from the brazier with long tongs and press it into Helen’s right nipple. Helen trashes and screams loud enough that makes it pass the ball gag. The smell of burning meat fills the room.

Ah, yeah, like that. Now the other one.

Faith repeats the process with a fresh coal on Helen’s left nipple. Helen rolls her head back and tries to howl.

Is the iron dildo hot? If it is, stuff it up her so-called sex toy cunt.

Yes, mistress.

Heidi Torture Room Goth — Heidi, a Torture Room Goth

Call me Sheila. You and I are going to have such fun together. Why don’t you call for Heidi for me? I think that was her name. I want her talented tongue on my pussy.

Faith used the intercom to call for Heidi, then picks up one of the red hot iron dildo, stoops down so she can reach Helen’s neither lips and shoves it in. A stronger smell of burning meat wafts through the room. Helen pants and jerks.

OK, Faith, now take one of those coals and put it between her ass cheeks right next to her shithole.

Faith gets another coal, moves behind the cross and pushes the coal in to Helen’s ass crack.

Now cut her nose and lips around the ball gag. Take a skewer and pierce her cheeks.

Faith gets one of the scalpel off the tool self and approaches Helen, who is thrashing her head about to stop Faith. Faith grabs Helen by the neck and stops her from thrashing. She then cuts a triangle shaped piece out of both nostrils and a hole in Helen’s septum, then traces a cut around Helen’s lips. She releases Helen neck.

Now cut her eyelids off.

Wish you had told me that before I let go of her head, Isaac.

Sorry

Faith sighs and grabs Helen by the back of her head.

Kytte Torture Room Goth — Kytte, a Torture Room Goth

Issac, I need to call for another girl to help hold them still and then move them around. Is that OK?

Of course, dear, more dark ladies are always OK.

Kytte comes into the room and grabs Helen’s head. Faith takes a skewer and pushes it through Helen’s cheeks. She very carefully pulls Helen’s left upper eyelid out and cuts it off, repeating this on Helen’s right eye. She then pulls out Helen’s left lower eyelid and cuts it off, followed by her right.

Brand her belly. I think they have our symbol.

Faith searches the branding irons.

Is this yours?

Yes.

Faith pushes the iron directly into Helen’s navel

Now brand both thighs.

Faith pushes the brand hard into Helen’s left thigh, leaves it there a moment, then repeats on the right. After that she returns it to the fire.

Let’s be gentle on her for a minute. Pull all her finger and toenails out.

Faith goes to the tool shelf and selects a set of long nosed pliers.

Kytte, hold her left hand.

Kytte grabs Helen’s left hand. Faith shoves the nose of the pliers under Helen’s thumbnail, then yanks it out. This is repeated on the remain fingernails. The pair then moves on to Helen’s right hand, and pulls the nails out of it. Stooping down they repeat on both feet.

After you finish pulling her nails out, take Penny and put her on the Jessica 3000.

You understand you can’t roast her because of her fake tits, Sheila

Oh, yes I know that, we’re just slowly impaling her with the electricity turned on

So the 30-minute setting with the electroshock? Just to let you know, we haven’t had a slut survive to being impaled all the way through on the slow setting with the electroshock. We are still working on getting the amperage right on it.

Oh, that’s ok. Leave her ball gag in, but loosen up the strap so when the spit gets there, it will push it out of the way.

After you get Penny on the Jessica and have started it up, take the long wire saw and wrap it around Helen, cut her in half. I know she’s not going to live through that, but it’ll fun.

Before you do that, pull her teeth out.

Why don’t we leave that for Amanda

If you say so, dear.

So Sheila, about Amanda, after Faith finishes her dental work, do we want fast, sort slow, or very slow killing for her?

Oh, very slow.

OK, Faith, here is what to do. First turn on the Jessica with the electroshock turned on for Penny. Then wire saw Helen in half. Once she’s been bisected, put Amanda in the garrote chair, strap her head down, then pull all her teeth out. One at a time. Once you finish that, take the other red-hot iron dildo and drive it up her cunt, then very slowly tighten the garrote around her neck.

Now Jasmine, take me all the way down. Stay down until you think you are going to pass out, then, and only then, come up for air. Unless you want to choke to death on my cock, I’m fine with that, but I suspect Mr. West would be upset with that and not let us back in to play with you anymore.

Heidi, you need to make me cum, three time ideally as each of the unholy die, but I won’t hold it against you if you can’t get the timing right.

OK Dark Ladies, you’ve got your orders, now start up!

The goth girls remove Penny from the strappado and man handle her over to the Jessica 3000, where she is strapped in, and the spit inserted in her cunt. Faith turns on the electroshock feature and starts the spit moving forward as slow as it can. Penny immediately begins to jerk and attempts to yell through her ball gag. Because it’s been loosened she’s louder than a normally ball gagged slave would be.

Faith gets the wire saw from the tool shelf then wraps it around Helen’s mid section. Helen is in shock and doesn’t respond to this. Faith takes one of the handles and Kytte takes the other, and they begin a sawing motion pulling it tighter as they go. It rapidly cuts into Helen’s belly, causing blood to pour out. Helen comes out of shock and begins to jerk about, ironically making the wire saw around her worse. After a few more moments it’s obvious that they are cutting into internal organs. More blood pour forth. Helen jerks once more then hangs still, her head rolled back.

I think she’s dead.

Keep going until she’s in two pieces.

Faith and Kytte continue to saw at Helen, soon hitting the spine. with a little more work they cut through the spine and Helen’s lower half false back bending at the knees.

Penny barely made it half way through the spitting. The electroshock setting may need to be adjusted for lower current. She was jerking along the spit as the current hit her. It was hard to tell if she was alive or the jerking was just muscle reaction to the electrical pulse. The spice solution that was injected into her breasts caused her implants to swell and explode. That may have been what killed her, also from blood loss.

After verifying that Penny was dead, Faith turned the speed up to max on the Jessica 3000, causing the spit to erupt from Penny’s mouth.

Faith and Kytte took Amanda out of the strappado and move her to the garrote chair, strapping her legs, body and head to it.

After doing this she got a much shorter set of pliers from the tool shelf and a dental gag. Faith places the gag in Amanda’s mouth and ratcheted it up to max wideness.

Want to face fuck her? She is primed for it.

No, I don’t think so. Jasmine is doing just wonderfully.

After insuring that the gag was in place, Faith grabbed a incisor with the pliers and pull hard, removing the tooth. Amanda screamed and attempted to close her mouth and yank her head around. Because of the dental gag and the tightness of the head straps this did little. Faith repeated this 27 more times, having a little trouble with the rear molars.

She doesn’t seem to have wisdom teeth, so I’m done.

Amanda passed out from the pain several times during her teeth extraction. She was brought back with smelling salts each time. Faith rammed the iron dildo up Amanda’s cunt and the smell of burning meat once again filled the room. Amanda lasted 5 minutes while the garrote was being tightened. It’s possible she drowned in her own blood from the teeth pulling before she was choked to death.

Heidi made Sheila cum twice, once when Helen died and once when Amanda choked to death.

Jasmine keep Isaac cock in her throat long enough after 10 or so deep throat cycles that she actually passed out and fell back. Seeing her fall back, apparently dead was enough to make Isaac blast cum over her face and tits. To Isaac secret dismay she recovered. The feeling of a slut passing out around his cock made Isaac decide that when they snuffed their next unholy redhead he would choke her to death on his cock, after they had pulled all her teeth.

The Bartons talked about buying all the “dark ladies” so they could watch them torture and snuff women and girls. They still haven’t decided about that.

I love South side. – Classic

This is a classic WSA 2000 story from December 2012. It fits current canon with minimal edits.

I’m at the desk when the boss comes out with a pickup ticket and a snuff ticket. Tosses them to me, “Got a couple for you to deal with.” I assume that they are in the same part of town, or he would not be giving them out at the same time. I entered the pickup address into my smartphone’s GPS, then started to enter the snuff ticket. Odd same address. OK, them. “Just make sure you bring back one of each”.

Huh? The boss sees the look on my face. ”They have a pair of blondes and a pair of redheads. Bring back a blonde and a redhead.”

Oh. This will be fun, I can tell.

I arrived at the address. It’s one of the various semi-private out-door clubs that seem to be all over South Eastlake. An over — dressed man and a way under dressed woman came up to see me. She’s a brunette, and is wearing a sundress and nothing else. ”I was told it was blondes and redheads, have they changed the order? Late changes cost extra”. The woman, smiles, and play punches the man, “Told you!”. The man in the monkey suit says, “Oh, Jane here isn’t one of the toys, at least not this time around, she is the head of the selection committee, at least for now…” ”Oh, I’ll stay on the committee for a while, at least while there are only 4 of the club wives that can and will deep throat the board at the monthly meetings. No gag reflex is a handy thing to have, you know.” The monkey smiles and says, “You ever think we are just finding which ones to sell to the Suck-n-snuff clubs?” Mrs. No-gag-reflex looks a bit pensive. ”Let’s get this under way…”

2 to enslaved, 2 to snuffed. — 2 to enslaved, 2 to snuff.

I follow the pair into the “private” part of the club. There is a group of men, all wearing monkey suits, or at least 3 piece suits, all talking with women all wearing either a swimsuit or a sundress. There are 4 nude women, with their arms tied over their heads, on the patio. I look at them. Not a one is prime, and only one would get A+, whatever. Not why I’m here. I have 1 natural blonde, one dyed blonde and a pair of natural redheads, or at least if they are dyed gingers they dye their pubic as well. Jane comes up to me. ”Chose two to take with you, and tell me how you are going to kill the other two.” I look at the four. ”I’ll take the two that have shaved their pits this week, pointing out the two on the left-hand side. As to the victims, I think I’ll stuff a shot gun in the mouth of the red head and blow her brains out. The suicide blonde, on the other hand, needs to be slow hanged. Want to demonstrate that lack of gag reflex on me while we watch her snuff?

While I was speaking with Jane and whoever he is, they had cut down the two that I was to kill. They brought the one I wanted to blow her brains out over to me, along with a blonde with a shot gun. ”We normally only have bird shot, for the skeet range, but I’ve found a few buck shot rounds, I assume that’s what you want. If it’s OK with you, I’d like to be the one that blows the slut’s skull off.”

I think I’m in love.

“Sure, any reason why you want to commit murder?”

“It’s not murder, they volunteered to be this month’s slaves, knowing that this was a snuff month. And why? Because I’ve always wanted to snuff a slut, and I can’t get the hubby to buy one for me to snuff, and I’d have other things to spend my allowance on.”
Mr. Monkey Suit walks up as I ask that. ”Sounds like a wonderful idea, both of them. Jane, show the gentleman what you can do. Evan, is it? How do you want her?” I look at her. ”Nude, on her knees only with her ankles tied to her wrists.”
After a few minutes, they have the two doomed sluts in place. They have the redhead on her knees in front of me and Ms. Shotgun. The blonde is being stung up, and Jane is stripped and tied.

God, I love my job

Jane the cock sucker — Jane the cocksucker

The blonde is standing on a stool, with a rope tied to it. They give me the rope. “OK, here is how it’s going to work. Red here will eat buck shot. As soon as that happens, I will pull the stool out from out of Blondie, then face fuck Jane here. Anybody, other than Red and Blondie, got a problem with this plan? Didn’t think so.” I note that about half the men have one or two of the women, girls really, on their knees getting ready to start blowing them. Ms. Shotgun shoves the barrels of the double barreled shot gun into Red’s mouth. ”You really shouldn’t have been so fast to volunteer without reading the schedule. Bye Bye Now!

*BANG*

With that, I pull the stool out from out under Blondie and grabbed Jane by the hair and pulled her on to my cock.

If she has a gag reflex or not, I couldn’t tell you because I didn’t care, I just face fucked her while the blonde slowly did an air dance.

Damn, I love watching a slut die slowly on the end of rope. I also love face fucking sluts. Doing both at once, while getting paid for it, can’t even start to tell you how good that is. I love my job. As Blondie slowed down, I fucked faster. As I saw the lights go out of her eyes, I came in Jane throat. Not in her mouth, in her throat. Lots of cum. At least 4 or 5 blasts.

After I finished with her, I pushed her to the ground. Ms. Shotgun walks up, reloading. ”Oh, Jane, the board has made a change to the schedule. We are snuffing 3 this month, and it was voted, unanimously I might add, that it was going to be you.”

*BANG*

Yeah, I’m in love. “So, I never got your name. Want a job?”

Fall Sacrifice – Classic

This is a classic story from November 2017, slightly edited to fit current canon

Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you?

I want to buy your five cheapest slaves for a sacrifice to the dark lord.

OK, we can do that for you. We have about half a dozen grade B- or C that are tagged “for quick sale”, so they are going for just fifty over tax price, which means you can get five for one thousand five hundred, tax and all.

Do you have on site snuffing?

Yes, we have a full torture and snuff room, as well as a hanging room.

Can you hang five at a time?

Yes, but we rent by the noose and by the minute in 10 minute blocks. I can make you a deal, assuming you don’t want the bodies after the ritual, two thousand, all up, and you get the room for as long as needed.

What are you going to do with the bodies after the ritual?

Cut them up for meat. Starting a meat counter as well as our live roast offering.

That is an acceptable use of a handmaiden’s corpse. I will take your offer. We will arrive slightly before night fall. It is important that the ritual be preformed as the sun sets.

Several hours later, near night fall.

O Domine tenebris! Auferte ista quinque. Sicut dignum et iustum est et facere.  Benedictus Dominus nomen tenebris.

It is time! Now hang the handmaids for the dark lord! May the people feed on their flesh!

Hanging 5 for The Dark Lord — Hanging five for The Dark Lord

Wife and Daughter sold – Classic

This is a classic WSA2000 story from Nov. 2017. It fits current canon.

Mom! There is a man here from “Spellbook Slaves” with some papers for you.

Let him in, Clara. I’ll be down in a few.

Mom! You’re naked!

Good eye Clara. Knew you had it in you. So Dan must have followed through on last night then. I assume you have my conversion papers?

If you are Irene Adams, you assume right.

Well, there is one thing I would like to do as a free woman before. I’d want to convert Clara.

MOM!

Shut up. I know Dan really wants a fresh start, and he can’t do that with you around, so it’s best all around if you get converted right now as well.

Well, technically you aren’t a free woman right now, so you can’t do that, your conversion was made several hours ago.

See! I told you dad didn’t want me to be converted…

Oh, that’s not quite the case, Clara. I have a second conversion papers, for you, but I was asked by Mr. Adams to only run it if Irene asked for it, without knowing, so I’m afraid you need to get naked as well. Or I can taser you and strip you myself, your call.

Form SB-12a – Classic

This is a classic WSA2000 story from April 2011. Edited and expanded for current canon.

With no customers this afternoon, Vicky was manning the phone. I was relaxing and drinking some tea. We were playing spades in the back of the front office with a couple of the torture room goths, while Alex and another couple of the goths held down the front. In walks what appears to be your basic bank vice president looking dude. I guess a dude isn’t the right term to use in that context, let’s say a basic bank vice president looking gentleman. He opens his briefcase and extracts a fairly large amount of paper.

My name is Max Ricker and these are SB-12a forms. I’d like to file them with you so I can activate them as needed.

An SB-12a is a statement of Person of Personal Contact. Swearing one out gives the named person the right to convert you at his or her whim. It’s not revocable, it’s for life. It’s not a form that you see a lot of.

Vicky recovered first.
Yes, sir, we can file those for you, we have a $100 dollar filing fee per form, and we will give you a 24/7 phone number to activate them with.

All of this was news to me, and I’m the owner of the company. But then I’ve only seen four or five SB-12a forms in my twenty some odd of slaving, so we really don’t have a plan for them, much less a dozen of them.

Excellent, my young lady. Let’s see here we have Lynne Armitage, my secretary, Cora Lapp, my stenographer, Maxine Cummings, my receptionist, Margie Gunter, my mistress and Helen Ackerman, her room-mate. And then we have my stepdaughter’s sorority sisters, Christine Sierra, Brandy Madison, Jenny Greathouse, Marie Dallas, Jennifer Aguirre, Katie Berra and Alice Gaskill.

Vicky picked up the forms
That 12 correct, Mr. Ricker? That will be twelve hundred, cash, or charge. When you activate them, will they know they have been converted? And after conversion are they to be returned to you, or do you plan to sell them to us?

Max pulled 12 hundred dollar bills off his money clip and handed them to Vicky.

They know, in theory, that they might be converted, but as to the exact date and time, no, they will not know. And when I activate them, I am DONE with them. Please sell them as sex slaves, then donate their sale price to a charity, say one for cats, less your fee, of course. I’ve had them all sex skilled tested, and they score in the high 80s, so selling them as sex slaves shouldn’t be an issue. Even if not sold as a sex slave, they are not to be sold to be killed or tortured. I owe them that much. I believe you said something about a number I can call?

Vicky handed him her “personal” card that included her work smartphone number.
Call or text this number any time, and we will arrange pickup or capture within 2 hours, anywhere in the Eastlake metro area.

I had to ask.
How did you get a dozen women to sign a 12a? I’ve only seen 4 or 5 of those in almost 24 years of white slaving. How did you do it? Most women that are willing to be converted without proof of sexual contact just volunteer.

Max answered with
It’s simple, I want a male heir and my wife has passed menopause, so she’s not in the running. I don’t really want to keep buying slaves to attempt to get an heir with, so I started a game. My stepdaughter, Madison, asked to be in the game, but I have issues with having sex with her, even if her mother says it’s OK. The winner of the game, which is to say the mother of my heir, will be richly rewarded, to the tune of multiple millions. They know they don’t have much time to produce an heir, so I added this as the stick to the millions of carrots. Once I start on a girl, or set of girls, they have about 90 days to pass positive on a pregnancy test. A test will be done as soon as possible, to establish both gender and pedigree, so to speak, of the child.

It is a male, and mine, the game is over, and all remaining women will be converted, even if I haven’t has sex with them yet. If it’s female, or not mine, the mother will be removed from the game, but obviously not converted for having a female child. In the case of her cheating on me, you will note that there is a note on their forms in the special notes section that if they have a child who is not mine. They agree to give up the child, to me, and be converted as soon as it is medically possible. In the last case, I do want them back. I have some, darker, tastes I would like to try out. I’m currently working on Cora, and of course Margie. Expect a call on at least Cora within 2 weeks. I tire of her, both as a play toy and as an employee. In point of fact. Assuming she doesn’t become pregnant in the next 14 days, take her two weeks from today at the down town branch of Bank of Oklahoma. 5th floor. She will be in room 512, unless she is taking a dictation from me. In that case, please wait for me to finish.

What happens if you don’t get an heir with any of these women?

Well, Madison’s sorority, Chi Omega, has agreed to supply me with, not to be crude, brood mares, for at least the next 10 years. Plus, I’m sure that at least a couple of my workers would like to get in on this as well. I’ve thought about doing IVF, but I’m somewhat of a traditionalist, I want my heir to be the fruit of my loins, not someone created in a lab.

A bit of a mix up – Classic

This is a classic WSA 2000 story from May 2011, edited for current canon names.

“Got a pickup for you, and it may or may not be permissive.” Mike tells us as he comes out of his office.

Vicky asks, “May or may not? Care to expand on that?”

“The pickup knows you are coming; however, she thinks it’s a delivery, not a pickup. Assume the worst.” Mike replies.

Oh, goody, one of those sort of pickups. Used to get those all the time at Hills.

Vicky and I head out to the van
“Want to bet we have to taser the slave?” Vicky asks
“Nope, ’cause you are going to do it any way…”
“You know me too well now.”

We get to the house and a raven haired woman in a rubber corset answers the door. The corset was all she was wearing. The carpet matched the drapes quite nicely. Looks like she thought she was about to become a mistress, not a slave. Non-permissive it is.

“It’s about time you got here. Where is she?”

“Are you Melisa Mosley?” I asked.

“Yes, I am, and where is my slave? Darryl told me that you would be coming by, so where is she?”

Vicky replies to this request by firing her taser, center of mass of Melissa.

Important note: Taser darts don’t work when they hit rubber outer ware.

On taser to the thigh later, we had our husband conversion slave under control and loaded into the van.

Poise class – Classic

This is a classic WSA 2000 story from December 2012 edited to fit current canon.

As I was setting up for the day, one of the teachers came up to me. She was young, almost looking like a student. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her white shirt was cut in such a way as to almost expose her nipples, and did show her red corset. If this is what the slave teachers were allowed to wear, I approve. I’m Harriett Kellogg, and I’m the poise teacher here. I’d like you to come watch a stress test. It’s my rule that a girl who fails a stress test will be flogged. Normally, I do it, but I’d like to see you do it. Plus, I think you will like the test. Master. As you may have guessed, I’m a slave at your disposal as well.

OK, then. I followed her down to her classroom. It’s filled with very thick books, which look like lawbooks. Whatever. What I did notice was that the 10 girls in the room were naked, apart from their knee socks and pumps, which is odd because this is nowhere near the school dress code. Ah, why aren’t these students complying with the dress code?

Oh, for this class, they wear sex slave costumes. For this test, they need to be nude and have on sexy footwear. They will be back in dress code when they leave the class. I have a special dispensation for this. If this bothers you, you may, of course, punish me.

Nah, don’t need to do that. Nude if fine for sluts and that seems to be what this class is really about.

Harriett takes a seat in and picks up a list. Karina Grayer, you are the first to be tested. Rosalinda Lauder, you will be the stress generator. Two girls get up from their chairs and come up to stand next to Harriett, who hands Karina a book. Karina puts in on top of her head. OK, so far, just your standard poise and balance class. Other than being nude, I’m not sure why I would like this. OK, Rosalinda, start the stress. With that, Rosalinda crawls across Harriett’s lap and starts licking Karina’s pussy. Please keep in mind, you have to keep the book on your head for 2 minutes. For every second under that, you get 2 lashes. Rosalinda, if she makes it to 2 minutes, you get 120 lashes.

OK, I see why I might like this test. After about a minute or so, Karina started to shake. After 2 shudders, the book fell off. Karina reached down and pushed Rosalinda’s face into her pussy. Make me cum, slut! She held her there for another minute or so, shuddering every few seconds, then let go and collapsed to the ground.

Harriet looked down at her. I hope that was worth it. I’m adding all that time to your flogging time. You dropped the book after 70 seconds. You acted like a slut in the presence of a man for another 80 seconds. That’s 150 seconds where you were not in poise. You are a black status student, so not only will you be flogged, you will be converted today as well. Scott, do you want to give her the 300 her or in the death room?

The death room? Nice name for my playroom. I think I like it. Let’s take her there. Rosalinda snapped a collar on Karina, and started to drag her down the hall to “the death room”. By the time I got there, she had strung up Karina and had several bullwhips out. Assuming I make through this week, and it’s stress tests, I’m going to Mistress classes next semester with my scholarship. I’ve taken the basic torture classes here.

Oh, this is getting better and better. Well, that is later, now we have a slut that can’t keep her poise under some minor stress. Let’s remind her of what the means. Well, in addition to the flogging, I think that failure will lower her GPA to being in the lower 25%. She wasn’t one of our better students, I’d like you to convert her and if her grade is in the lower 25%, snuff her.

With that, I picked up the whip and laid the first lash across her back. Rosalinda, keep count for me

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 … 20, 21, 22, 23, 24,25.

After the first 25 I moved around to in front of her and laid lashes on her tits, belly and tried to hit her cunt, but she managed to protect it.

After 25, I moved to her back again. Then back to her front. She keeps protecting her cunt. I can’t get a good lash into it. Flip her over and flog her upside down for the next 100 or so, I looked a Rosalinda. I was top of the class for torture. Well, get to it, flip her over so I can flog her cunt until it bleeds. Harriett, be a dear and find out if she will be in the lower 25% because if she is, she’s going to be a snuff toy today. As the teacher left the room, I laid into the slut’s cunt. With her being upside-down, hitting her cunt was a snap. I put 50 into it before I started back on her tits. I know I did permanent damage to her, so if she will not be part of the bottom 25%, she is going to need plastic surgery before she will be able to fuck without pain. As if any body cares if a slut is in pain when you fuck her.

Harriett came back in, with some papers in her hands. Karina was going to fail out of these 9 weeks, even if she maxed the stress test. You have a snuff toy there. No, I have a flogging slut. After I get through with her, I’ll have a snuff toy. Can you please fill out the papers for me, Harriett? Rosalinda, how are we going to kill this slut?

Slow hang. Do you want to face fuck me while she dies? If you do, you need to put a dental gag on me; otherwise I might bite because my jaw is weak.

OK, thanks for the warning. Find one in the toy chest and put it on. I finished up the 300 lashes with some speed. Karina was not responding. I’m not even sure if she was still alive. Didn’t matter. I lowered down, dragged her over to the slow hang noose, then hosted her up. Rosalinda came over, dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth.

You know, 4 blow jobs by teenagers in one day are just about all I can take. Karina never woke up if she was still alive. After I came in Rosalinda’s mouth and on her face, I went and checked Karina. She was dead. Rosalinda took out the dental gag, moved her jaw around. I’ll call the kitchen. She will be used by the food processing class for their stress test. Unless they want to go with the normal ‘use the girl with the lowest grade in the class as the sow’ method. You may have saved the life of a cook.

Can’t have that. No, don’t do that. Call one of the slave meat processors for her. Harriett cleared her throat. Rosalinda, I have some bad news you for you. You are in the top 5% but not the top of the class. As a matter of fact, you were number 3 in the class. You aren’t going to make it out of this week, you know that all but the top student in the top 5% of my class after the stress test get a warning. And I’ve checked you’re black status, so you get converted.

Can’t have that either. Don’t give her the warning. And since you’re a slave teacher, count that as an order from me. Can’t have a talent like her be converted and sold off. I’ll take her into this semester’s mistress class. I get to add a couple of students if it’s before the 1st 9 weeks are up. I’ll convert her myself if she doesn’t measure up.

Collecting from the white trash. – Classic

This is a classic WSA 2000 story from April 2015 edited to fit current canon.

Well, it seems that Triumphant High’s payment system just kicked in. I got a list of families that were late with the school, and I was to collect as much of them as I could.

First up, Ms. Virginia McCormick, a single mom and her teenage daughter Vicky. The address was, as to be expected, a west side trailer park.

Virginia & Vicky Mccormick — Virginia & Vicky McCormick

“Ms. McCormick? I’m with Spellbook Slaves. I’m here about your bill with Triumphant Schools”.

Are you here to take me away?

OK, this might be easier than I thought.

Yes, I am. Would you please strip? Both of you.

No, don’t take Vicky, take me. Please, I beg you, don’t take my daughter…

Sorry, you should have read your contracts. Both of you are collateral on your school loan.

No… Please don’t!

Fuck this. I pulled my M&P 9 pistol out. “I want to see you both nude, or I blow one of your heads off”

To my dismay, they stripped. Doesn’t matter, I’m going to snuff one any way, just matters as to which one, when and how. For reasons, I don’t fully understand, Triumphant had requested that I snuff ‘several’ of the collateral.

I’ll decide which one later, after I get a few more collected.

Delivery service – Classic

This is a classic story, lightly edited to fit current canon. The Original was September 2015

Is this here one of those places where you can have your women made into meat?

Yes, that is one of the services I provide.

Good. I’ve got my middle one out in the back of the car, and I’d like her made into parts for a BBQ. I’m from Weald, and the Lakeside BBQ just had what they called ‘Long Pig’ on their menu and damn it was tasty. I’ve got my own smoker and a special rub I use, so I’d like to try it myself. Then I looked on those internet sites about prices, and they just aren’t right. Then it hit me. Fannie wasn’t doing the family no good, so I looked it up and sure enough, I got the rights to make her into livestock. Want to help me get her out of the car? I hear you’ve got some special services as well.

And what do you mean by “special services?” I ask as I follow him out to his car.

Well, I’ve heard that those sex slave types don’t have a gag reflex or nothing. I’d like one to polish my knob while I watch you process Fannie.

OK, thinking this over he wants to rent a sex slave and there is the custom snuff and butchering fee.

Yeah, I can do that for you. How about $500 for a combo deal? That includes the use of one of my best cocksuckers and a rush job on processing your livestock.

Five hundred? Hell, that’s less than getting a whole hog done up. And I get my rocks off? Hell yeah.

Fannie is a cute redhead, who’s hog tied in the back seat of his car. She’s been crying, and this was obviously not her idea. Being treated like a hog of for a smoker BBQ seldom is. She’s thrashing around, and I’d just a soon not deal with that. That’s why they invented tasers. Once’s she’s under control, I help Mr. Potter carry her into the “specialty meat” section of my shop.

I hit the intercom “Julia, report to the Abattoir.” I always enjoy calling slaves into the abattoir, they never know what is about to happen to them.

Julia, this is Mr. Potter and that is his daughter Fannie. One of you is going to give Mr. Potter the blow job of his life and the other one will be converted to chops, steaks, and a pair of rack of ribs. Which one do you want?

Without saying a word, Julia goes over to the client and drops to her knees “May I suck your cock master? Or would you like your daughter to?”

Are you all being serious? I’ve got a choice here?

Yes. For the price you are paying you get one slave blow job and one slave converted to meat. Your choice.

Well, it just wouldn’t feel right getting my rocks off on Fannie, so go ahead and process her. I’ll let Julia here polish the old stick shift.

I’m not going to say it out loud, because, well it’s my business to snuff teen age girls, but it never stop to amaze me the number of fathers and step fathers that want their daughters snuffed, while they watch and often getting sexual serviced at the same time, but find the idea of fucking or having their cock sucked by their daughter “wrong”.

While Julia starts giving him his blow job, I’ve stripped Fannie, hooked her feet to the meat hook and raised her up over the blood drain. “Mr. Potter… This is the moment of truth. I’m about to cut her throat. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Oh, yeah, cut that slut pig….”

A rapid yank of the knife over her throat and Ms. Fannie Potter, one time daughter becomes, in a few moments, Fannie Potter, soon to be meat for a weekend BBQ. As she is bleeding out, I hear her father obliviously in the middle of an orgasm… “Oh…. Yeahhhhhh”.

As I lower Fannie’s body down on to the actual butcher table and start the process of parting her out, a money making idea hits me. “Normally, Julia would sell for $1700. For an even two grand, I’ll let you take her home with you, as well as Fannie’s parts. How does that sound?”

I am not sure how the wife would handle that.

Tell her to deal with it or be the next batch of meat.

Oh, yeah. I can do that. Yeah, why not, I’ve got me some mad money on me.