Deal with the Devil, or The Torture Channel whichever.

Earlyish Sunday Morning, Spellbook Slaves Main Office.

Hey boss man, glad I found you here. Better than doing this by email. I’ve got some good news and maybe some bad news.

Of course, I’m here, I come in to see what the overnight shift did. Ever since the that city councilman disaster, I come in every day. Good news first.

Do you seriously come in every day? What about vacations?

Don’t take them.

No wonder you’re grumpy a lot.

I’m not grumpy I’m focused.

Anyway, to get back to the good news, I just ran the analytics on the edited version of the video of you blowing that sluts head off. You know the one with you ranting about why she must die, then you’re blasting her, with cool slow motion bits of her head exploding? Any way, we normally get about a thousand hits on the Friday night and Saturday morning after we post a punishment and face fuck video. This time we got about half a million. And that’s with no previous warning about it being a snuff show. We did put up a screen about more coming next Friday, so I expect we will get even more hits, plus a larger draw to the live stream. We even got about five hundred hits on the webcam looking over the punishment cell, with an average dwell time of about ten minutes.

And the bad news?

Well, anybody else would take it as good news, but I know you have bad history with them. The Torture Channel also noticed the number of views that the video got, and they want to sponsor any more snuff streams and videos. And they’re talking fairly large amount so money. Hundreds of thousands.

Oh, great. Another deal with the devil. Sigh. Set me up with whoever it is you’ve been speaking with for a Zoom meeting.

Early Sunday Afternoon. Zoom Meeting Between Mike West and TTC HQ.

Mr. West, glad you could meet with us with so little warning. Let me cut to the chase. We know that there has been some bad blood between and The Torture Channel in the past, and we respect that, however there has been a complete change in the board and C level management in the last 20 years. The last of the holdovers of branch level executives are either being enslaved or fired, actually all the branch level executive staff are being fired or enslaved, not just the holdovers. Doing a complete sweep of the company. For that reason, I’d like to think we could start anew.

All that being said, we saw the numbers of views that your snuff show of Adrienne got with no advanced warning and only on one platform. To be honest, we were impressed. Very impressed. We would like to make an offer of a twofold arrangement with you.

1. We sponsor the remainder of the snuff shows at fifty thousand a show, where we have a 45-second spot at the start and end of the video. That would raise the total compensation for you to about two million, two hundred and fifty thousand gross.
2. We supply to you, at no cost to your company, more enslaved executives for you to snuff. Our other 5 branches have enslaved their executive staff, but not sold them yet. That’s 40 slaves in total, in batches of 8. Not all of them will be over 40 years old slaves, about a quarter of them will be just out of film school, granted most the rest will be over thirty-five.

We used the branch in Eastlake as a test for how a sale of an executive slave would go, and all in all, we were pleased. The low price that they were sold for drove home the fact that they were useless to anybody. The head of accounting and legal being exceptions, of course. I understand there was a bit of bidding war over Phoebe, but I’ve been told that the other bidding party had a personal grudge against her.

Now this will not be a long term never-ending contact, it will just cover these slaves and no other slaves or shows. You will have complete creative control, we do not even want to see the video before it’s posted. All we do is supply the executive slaves and have a 45-second spot at the start and end of the video. No mid-stream and no need for you to say anything nice about us. In fact, we would just as soon you didn’t. As a sweetener, we will supply a hanging video of Ivory Holden, the one Eastlake executive that was not in town when we grabbed the rest of the executive suite. She was a show runner for most of the Eastlake produced shows. We could even make her hanging be an ad spot, unless you want to include it at some time. I understand that you are planing extreme snuffs and a simple hanging might not fit in with your plans.

I’m willing to take on this project, but it would be an about a year-long show. What if the viewership drops? Are you going to pull out of your side of the contract? That’s what Adrienne would have done, and that’s one reason why I put a bullet in her face.

We are willing to specify that all the slaves that are promised to you will be delivered, and we will not drop our payments amount to you. You do understand that we are going to advertise this heavily. In fact, we would like to make a time delayed version of the live stream our Friday night headliner.

This sounds like it’s too good to be true. Send me the contract, and I’ll have my legal consultant review it.

Would that be Harleigh?

Not unless you want to wait about 8 weeks. She still doesn’t know she’s not going to be snuffed. I’ve got a mistress lawyer on retainer.

We will be glad to email the contract to you within the next few hours.

Monday Morning, Spellbook Slaves’ Main Office.

OK, it looks like I’m getting back in bed with the devil. Or The Torture Channel, more or less the same thing. The question I’ve got is what are we going to do with a windfall of fifty thousand a week? The floor is open.

Add on to the building.

Buy a shitload of slaves.

Major advertisement push, I mean local TV, local cable provider for adult media, billboards, the works.

Raise salaries!

Wondered when that one would come up. Salaries will be raised, by how much will take some study, but at least by ten percent. I’m going to need all of you to come up with a snuff idea. Limits:

Must be able to be done in our studio.
Must take less than forty-five minutes.
Must be graphic or scary.
Should be either painful or degrading, or both.

For any suggestion from an employee that gets used, there will be a thousand dollar bonus. Non employees will get five hundred cash or store credit. If supplied by one of our worker slaves, there will be a strong case for manumission, depending on other factors, such as quality of work done and attitude towards staff. How good she is at sex isn’t part of the consideration. As I recall, the current manumission tax is seven hundred and fifty. Don’t really know, I don’t think I’ve done one in the past fifteen years.

Buying the Management at The Torture Channel

Wednesday morning, Spellbook Slaves

Hey boss man, what exactly is your beef with The Torture Channel?

Well, there are two reasons. One, they got me in a terrible contract back when they set up a local branch in Eastlake. Two, I really don’t get along with most of their local management over many of their business practices. I mean, yeah back when this was all new, they made sense, but not now, twenty-four years into women slavery. I mean I did some of those things then, but I changed with the times, they haven’t. I have gotten over the contract, but their local management team makes dealing with them a no-go.

Well, I know you don’t keep up with the media, but did you know that they just fired all the male management and converted all the female management? Every one lower than C level management and above film director. Seems that something has gone wrong with their market share, and they decided that a complete shake up was called for. Eight of the local ex-management now slaves are going on public sale this Friday. Just thought you might like to know.

Hell yes! I wanted to hear that! We will buy all eight!

Do you mean bid on all eight?

No, I mean buy them. As long as the bids stay under seven thousand five hundred, we are winning the bidding wars. I’ve got a rainy day fund set aside for things like this.

You’ve got a sixty thousand dollar rain day fund? What the hell?

No, it’s about twice that, but sixty thou is all I’m willing to spend on them. But I bet that they go for under a thousand each. Not that many folks that have my level of anger at them. Maybe some parents whose daughters got caught up in an enslavement trap and snuffed painfully on camera. There may be a lot of those, but most of them are not local, and I’ll bet they aren’t willing to bid that high. Parents with a grudge about daughters being enslaved tend to be not rich. Anyway, TTC does most of their trapping out of the metro area.

What are we going to do with them? There are sort of over the hill, and I’ll bet they aren’t good for sex slaves.

Gonna have a weekly streaming video snuff show every Friday. Then have their worthless bodies made into dog food or something equally useless or trivial.

You know there isn’t a dog food plant in Eastlake, right?

Yeah, that might make turning them into dog food a bit little tricky. We’ll have one of the schools make them in to stew meat and sell it for a fundraiser.

The TTC Management Now Slaves

Adrienne Lee, the Executive Producer (left) and Nita Lee, her twin sister, the Assistant Executive Producer (right).

Sloan Perez the Manager of Production (blue tape), Phoebe Craig the Talent Manager (minimal bondage).

Sloan Gilbert Head of Marketing, (blue ball gag), Phoebe Goodwin Head of Talents (red ball gag), Noemi Kennedy Head of Legal (black ball gag), Celina Robinson, Head of Accounting (white ball gag)

Friday Morning, TTC Auction Hall

OK, quiet down. We aren’t starting with our normal auction where we sell off slaves that have been broken under torture, that will come later, at four o’clock. I know that is an hour after normal, but we do have this auction to do. These slaves for bid haven’t even been whipped! Maybe should have when the rating started to slip! Of course, they free women back them. Not so now. Amazingly, not a one of them got a mistress license even though it would have made some aspects of her work easier, plus saved her from conversion. Their failure, our sale. No, these slaves are being sold as punishment for the failure of the TTC local management to gain and keep market share. This is not the only TTC management auction, all the other local branches are having their own. Of course, we can’t enslave the male staff, but we can fire them and make sure they don’t work in this industry again. Now these slaves have skills, sort of, but if you aren’t running a media company, and you don’t mind not getting market share, then they really don’t have any useful skills. Well maybe the accountant and the lawyer, their skills aren’t really tied to the media industry. Actually, I’m not sure why they were enslaved, they didn’t have anything to do with the market, but orders from corporate HQ are orders, and they included them in the enslavement memo, so there they are, in the lineup.

All that being said, let’s talk about the slaves themselves. They are over the hill, but still attractive in that MILF sort of way, but not cream of the crop. They have not been sex tested in the past five years, if even then. Water cooler gossip is that they aren’t good at sucking cock, but that just gossip, but it’s all we got to go on. The highest attractiveness grade for them is B minus, and they have not been real meat graded. Obviously, they weren’t twink graded!

So we are going to start at the top, with Adrienne Lee, the Executive Producer. It was under her guidance, if you can call it that, that TTC lost even local market share. Even the live audience attendance was down. She’s been graded at B minus, and those tits are fake. So she’s useless as a spit roast as she’s not FDA legal due to her silicone tits, plus who wants to spit roast a B minus? This isn’t two thousand three, when spitting was new and everybody wanted to see it! She could be sold as a snuff slave, but look at her! Not really young enough to be any good for that, or we would have snuffed her on the channel. Again, not two thousand one when snuffing was new. So we are starting her bid at one hundred.

Oh, yeah, we are getting some of them cheap. Good!

Do I hear one hundred? OK, one fifty. OK, two hundred? Two fifty? Three hundred? OK, three fifty? No, Going once, going twice, going three times, fair warning, sold to paddle 578

This is way below what a slave, even a middle age one, should go for. The TTC upper management want to make sure they knew that they were thought of as useless trash. This was their last bit of degrading them. It worked.

I told you she was going to go cheap. They all but said she’s a useless piece of meat. Let’s hope the rest of them are as cheap.

OK, next we have Nita Lee, her twin sister, the Assistant Executive Producer. Everything I said about her sister applies to her as well, if anything worse than Adrienne, as Nita’s shows had the largest loss of market share of them all. Starting at seventy-five.

Nita ended up being sold for two fifty, Sloan for three hundred, Phoebe for nine hundred. The main bidder against Spellbook for Phoebe was a local man and wife. They didn’t bid on any of the other slaves. Emilee and Harleigh sold for one thousand five hundred each, more in line with their skill set. Noemi and Celina sold for two hundred, with a starting price of fifty. Spellbook slaves was the highest bidder on all of them. The bidders caught on that TTC wanted them sold for as little as possible, so apart from Emilee and Harleigh there wasn’t much actual biding. Most of the bidders were waiting for the normal Friday afternoon auction for tortured slaves, which is why they were here anyway. Not to bid on some over the hill executives, budgets were a little tight, it’s not the slave selling time of year, so there wasn’t much ready cash to spend.

Hmm. Might not snuff the accountant and lawyer, paid real slave prices for them. We can use their skills in house and maybe drop our accounting and legal consultants. Degrade the fuck out of them, of course, but perhaps keep them alive. Not going to tell them that until the last two weeks, however. By making them last, it will give me time to decide about snuffing them or not. Hey, go find out why there was such an active bidder for the talent manager. There must be some reason.

Seems that they are local parents, the Ayers, and they believe that Phoebe had tricked their only daughter, Patty, into being converted and then tortured to death.

OK, let me go talk to them.

Mr. and Mrs. Ayers? I’m Mike West, owner of Spellbook Slave, and I’m the one that won the bidding for Phoebe, the talent manager. I just wanted to tell you that I intend to snuff her in the most horrible way I can think of, and I invite you to be present when it happens.

Oh, thank you sir, do you have any idea on how you’re going to snuff the bitch? She skinned Patty alive over the course of several hours. I’ve seen parts of the show and it was horrible. I mean, I get it, slaves are slaves, and they can be played with any way their owner likes, but this seemed a bit beyond the pale. Patty was our only daughter and Lucy, my wife, had cancer of the uterus right after Patty was born so she can’t have anymore.

If I don’t think of something worse than slowly skinning her alive, then that is what I’ll do to her. Her snuff will be livestreamed on as many platforms as possible and be available afterword on all the popular video platforms. Given her current fame now, I suspect that her snuff will have more watcher than Patty’s did. Peculiarly, if I do it soon, while the public is still watching the TTC management getting snuffed. TTC tells me that they are going to market it heavily, for what good that will do. I can’t bring back your daughter, but I can make her killer pay.

That was sort of out of character for you boss.

Not really. I don’t use enslavement traps anymore, and I haven’t used them since I broke my contract with TTC back in oh four. I try not to enslave only daughters unless she is a volunteer, and even then, I try to talk her out of it. Of course, with the effects of the genetic change, single daughters are very thin on the ground, unless there is some other medical reason. I can think of only one in the past ten years. She got caught speeding. She was then enslaved and sold by the court, of course, that same night. I bought her, we were the on call slavers that night. I then sold her back to her parents. Granted, I made a pretty good profit on her. I’ll bet she is the ultimatum SINO now. Enslavement traps are one of the reasons I have issues with TTC. I hope the new management doesn’t use them as much. I’ve heard that those types of show that use them have had their ratings tank, but I really don’t keep up with that sort of thing anymore. I’ve got enough trouble running my own company, that I don’t need to look into the problems of someone else, even if I have a grudge against them.

Do we want to stay for the normal auction?

Have we ever bid in one?

That would be no.

Friday Afternoon, Spellbook Slaves’ Front Office

OK slaves, listen up, my name is Mike West. Some of you may remember me from around the turn of the century. Some of you weren’t working for TTC then, but it doesn’t matter, you are TTC local management, so you pay with the rest. Once we are done here, I’m going to have you taken to a punishment cell. No beds or padding, rough concrete floor, deliberately cold, bright lights always on, tiny bucket bolted down in the center of the cell for waste. Only once a day food. Plus, it’s only made for four slaves. Gonna be tight. Once a week, one of you will be removed, then taken to the studio where you will be snuffed in the most horrific way possible. And we have some very horrible ways in mind. The snuffs will be live steamed on as many platforms as we can get on. TTC will be marketing this heavily, so what little market share it still has will know to tune in on Friday afternoon. Not to mention a webcam watching the punishment cell. Normally, that’s in-house use only, but we are going to make it on the web feed. Free of course. No one wants to pay to see several old slaves do nothing.

OK, take all of, but Adrienne back to the cell. Take Adrienne to the studio.

Friday after noon, Spellbook Slaves’ Studio.

OK, Adrienne, it’s your day to die. This something I’ve been thinking about for years. You wouldn’t let me out of that damn contract that cost me half a million in lost revenue, made me buy out of it for a hundred thousand. I could barely afford that. If that had been all you did, I might have forgiven you. But no, you had to fuck with me. You have, or had, the city council in your back pocket, due to the massive income TTC generated in the past for Eastlake. I suspect that’s going to change under the new management. Bribery probably isn’t an option that they can hide in general expenses any more I’ll bet. It’s like you were an oil baron back in the old days. Of course, you were supplying sex slaves to members of the council didn’t hurt. Oh, of course you didn’t just give the slaves to them, you just loaned the slaves to them. And when they were done with the slave, they gave them back to you to have her snuffed on live TV.

You had me dropped from the city courts on call slaver list. Took ten years to get back on it. Tried to have me black balled from the educational market, both the public and private schools. I still have to bid twenty percent low to get the public school contract, and those are year to year, not long—term. I’ve only got one private school contract right now, and only having one is a direct result of your meddling. You won’t let me advertise on TTC, which is to be expected, and I have to pay about fifteen percent higher on the other adult channels. You even had me closed a couple of times for “inspections”. There is still a whisper campaign about Spellbook not being a good slaver, which was started by TTC’s news shows. I have to pay ten percent over what the other slaver are paying. All in all, you cost me a million is lost sales and several hundred thousand in operating expenses.

Thankfully, you didn’t pay attention to the internet back then, so the streaming services don’t charge me any more than any other slaver. That’s one of the reasons you got sold, you know, you thought that streaming was just a flash in the pan and that the real money was still in cable TV and DVD sales. Oops.

Anyway, I know you heard me say I’m gonna snuff all of you in the most horrific ways possible, but we really aren’t ready for that yet. Plus, there aren’t many viewers on the live stream today. Friday is punishment and face fuck day. We got about five hundred regular viewers. Pays for the studio. Any way, like I was saying, you aren’t getting a bad snuff, just a bullet between the eyes.

Put her under the big lights. Put all the cameras around her. I want as many angles as we can get. Put the slow motion camera about three feet away from her head. Make sure that both the front and back of her skull is in frame.

Adrienne, you got any last words? Don’t care, not going to let you say them. Say hello to John Browning finest, the M1911.

<BLAM>

OK, cut her head off, so her blood will drain out of her right, then take her body to the cooler. Don’t make a mess taking her there. Let me make some calls about getting rid of her body. If Tesla High wants it, I’m gonna donate to them. Tax write off, might even get to include the cost of buying her. I have to ask about that. Otherwise, I’m gonna sell it to Dutch Hall or Hill’s. If no one wants it, well just depose of her as medical waste. Call the cleaning staff to clean up the blood and brains.

Lowery Family 6

Monday Afternoon, La Fortune park

Hello, thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you today?

My name is Nash Sawyer and I want to convert my wife and eldest daughter. Can you send someone out to La Fortune park in the next hour?

Yes, we can do that.

OK, can you have the driver text me when they are in the parking lot so I can meet them there and show them whom to capture? There are many people at this picnic.

We can do that. We are sending out a two-man team, so both of the possible slaves can be captured at close to the same time. After the possible slaves are picked up, they will be transported to our office. If you don’t arrive within 2 hours, they will be freed, and you will be banned from using our service for a year. We don’t like false captures. Just letting you know. There is also a fifty dollar fee for a non-permissive non-home capture, per captured slave.

That’s OK. About how long will it before they get here?

About fifteen minutes, but we need to allow for traffic congestion.

OK, and thank you.

Right on time, Nash got the text. He said he had to get something out of his car and went to the parking lot and greeted the team. He then guided them back to the picnic and pointed out his wife and daughter. The capture team approached the women and tasered them. This attracted a lot of attention from the other picnickers. The women seemed more upset than the men. Several of the men looked at their wife or daughter and thought, “Wish I thought of that” or something to that effect.

Lacey and Nicole Sawyer. A request has been made for your conversion, by a person believed to have the right to request your conversion. You at this time will be transported to the office of Spellbook Slaves, where it will be established if you can be converted by the requester.

The two slavers picked them up and did a fireman’s carry back to the van. Nash followed along and got his car and followed them to Spellbook Slaves. When they had arrived, the two women had regained consciousness and were frog marched in to the office. Nash followed them in.

Welcome to Spellbook Slaves, you must be Mr. Sawyer and these two are the ones you want converted. May I see some ID for you and the ladies.

Here you go.

The ID for all the family was checked and run through the system. Assuming nether were pregnant, the women could be converted.

I’ll need both of you to supply a urine sample so we can determine whether you are pregnant or not. If you do not supply a sample voluntarily, a sample will be extracted by a catheter, Mr. Sawyer, there is the issue of the pickup fee.

Oh, here’s my card.

Thank you.

Both of the women went into the bathroom and peed in the cup.

OK, let me check these now. Looks like neither of you are pregnant, so you can be converted, Let me make a few entries on the state database now. OK, Mr. Sawyer, they are both slaves now. Congratulations on your new slaves. Just so you know, both of them are prime roasters, and we can offer eighteen hundred each if you want to sell them to us. Hill’s meat has a request for up to four in the next two weeks. Seems that spit roasting slaves is one of the popular things for company events again and there is a demand for them.

No, I don’t think I want to do that right now. Might if they get out of control later. Can I get a set of handcuffs for them? I don’t want them running away.

We can supply you with one—use zip ties. Do you want us to put them on?

Yes, please. Strip them first. Cut their clothes off them if need be. They aren’t going to need them anymore.

Need to call Dawson and find out where he got the slave supplies.

You son of a bitch, why are you doing this?

Well, because I want to. At least I’m not selling to be spit roasted today, even though it’s a lot of money. It’s possible that I may supply you as the roast for next year’s picnic, but that will mainly depend on how good at deep throat you get. Get good enough and you don’t roast. It’s that simple, and yes, I mean both of you. I’m not going fuck in your cunt or ass, Nicole, but I am going to skull fuck you. Lacey, you get the full treatment. You had better get excellent at fucking, ass fucking and deep throat. When school starts I’m gonna sent you Nicole to Dutch hall, I understand they know how to treat a slave there. Lacey, you are going to their adult sex skills classes.

The slaves were put in the family car and they drove home. They were kept restrained until the slave cages and the slave locks were installed the next day.

Monday evening Dawson’s drive back home

Dawson thinks, “Well, can’t wait to get home and really face fuck Tiffany. And if the house isn’t spotless, flog the shit out of Yvette. Might flog Tiffany any way. I’ve always wanted to flog a woman, but Caroline would never agree to that, and really didn’t feel like doing it to the girls. Of course, if I had, they might not be slaves now. Meh. Water under the bridge. I have some rope in the garage, I’ll tie the slave that I want to flog to the bed and use my new whip. Yeah, someone’s getting a taste of the whip tonight. Might whip Tiffany for being such a bad fuck.”

“So Tiffany, have you every been whipped or spanked. Just asking.”

“Yeah, a boyfriend a couple of years back spanked me occasionally. He wanted to get more serious and use something besides a ping pong paddle, but that’s when I broke up with him. I saw the whip you have in the bedroom, you’re going to whip me, aren’t you?”

Well, actually, I have been thinking about it. Punishment for being such a horrible fuck toy. Of course, if the house isn’t spotless, I’ll whip Yvette. But she’s had all day to clean, and it wasn’t that bad to start with, so I’m sure it will be done, so if I feel like whipping anybody tonight it will be you. Not really sure if I want to do that, but I might. Hey, that’s the bar the girls got sold to. Wonder how they are doing?

Why don’t you go in and check?

Well, for starters, it’s a private gay bar, and I’m neither a member nor gay. Tends to limit my ability to see them. However, I might just drop in and talk to the owner to see how they are doing as fuck toys. Hmm, might even ask if I can fuck one of them in the ass.

Do you want to fuck your daughter in the ass?

Not really, but it’s something to think about. Didn’t really want to spit roast Caroline before last week, but I did any way. So, yeah, I might visit them and see what I can do. All they do is tell me no. Yeah, I think I’ll do tomorrow. I’d do it on the way home, but I’ll have you in the car.

Strip me and handcuff me to the steering wheel. Plus lock a ball gag on my head.

You know that you will be naked any way. I’m not going to let you wear clothing unless the weather is freezing. And you know I’ll have to buy the handcuffs and ball gag first.

Do it during your lunch hour. George will make sure I don’t run away.

You really want me to do this, don’t you.

Yeah, if you get your rocks off in one of their asses, it’s a less chance that you’ll fuck me in the ass. The same boyfriend who spanked me fucked me in the ass a lot. I didn’t like it. He had a thing for asses. If he didn’t fuck me normally, I would have said he was gay. He might be bi, that’s always a possibility. And just for the record, I’m bi, so if you get a girlfriend, another fuck toy, or a new wife, I’d like the chance to lick your cum from her cunt.

Kinky. I’ll keep that in mind. Well, if I’m going to fuck some one of my slaves in the ass, I’m gonna start with Yvette. Based on what they told me at Spellbook, she’s never been ass fucked. Don’t expect it to great, but it’ll be like taking a cherry. Thereafter, we’ll see about how good of an ass fuck you are. I hope you’re better at that than you are at normal fucking. Of course, that wouldn’t take much work. You really are a bad fuck. Did you ever get tested?

No. Didn’t see a need to.

I’ll bet you would have scored in the 90s for oral, and below 30 for vaginal. No clue about anal, but sometime latter I’ll find out.

I can’t wait. Really find out if you can ass fuck your daughters and leave my ass alone.

Don’t get smart with me, or you will get whipped. Did you get that?

Yes, master.

I said, don’t get smart. I never told you to call me master. But now that I think about it, I think you should. And only speak when spoken to. Did you get that?

Yes, master. This slave will be silent unless she is asked to speak.

You’ve watched too many slave shows. But I like it. From now on, your name is slave one. Yvette will be slave two and will be under the same rules as you. Thanks for the idea. I’ve got a sex slave, such as you are, a cleaning slave. Need to get a torture slave. Which means I’ll need to get another cage. Glad I got the bunk option.

Lowery Home. Monday Night.

Yvette, listen to me. From now on, your name is Slave two. You will always refer to yourself in the third person or “This slave”. You may only speak when spoken to. You will call me master every time you speak to me. Do you understand?

Yes, master, this slave understands.

Hmm. Better get 2 ball gags. Think I’ll keep you in one except when you are eating. Of course, that means you only get two meals a day. Think I won’t feed slave one lunch, so both of you will be only eating two meals a day.

Tuesday Evening 501 meat packing company

You know, slave one, I’ve got a better idea than handcuffing you to the steering wheel. Think I’ll tie you spread eagle on the hood of the SUV with your tits tied really tight. What do you think of that?

This slave thinks that she should do whatever the master wants. This slave has no will of her own.

That’s a good reply. Well, here we are. Get out of the car and put yourself on the hood. I’ll get the rope out of the back and tie you down.

Well, here goes nothing.

My name is Jayson. I’m the owner, and I don’t recognize you. May I see your membership card?

I don’t have one. Can I get one?

Yes, it’s a hundred dollars per year. And I’ve got to ask you, are you gay? You don’t seem to look that way, but looks can be wrong.

No, I’m not gay.

Then I’ll have to ask you to leave.

Wait a minute. I sold my daughters too you last week.

I’m sorry, they aren’t used up yet, so they are not for sale.

You don’t understand. I don’t want them back, I want to ass fuck them.

Do you want to fuck your daughter in the ass? We might be able to make an exception for you. Cost you five hundred, however.

Oh, should tell you that I’ve got a sex slave spread eagle over the hood of my SUV. Might attract a little attention.

Yeah, it’s going to confuse the hell out of the night patrons. Next time, just bring her in. We’ll put her in the punishment room and some of the guys who really don’t like women will flog her while you fuck your daughters. So, which one do you want to fuck first. I assume you will be returning.

Mia, She’s the real reason they are both twinks.

She’s in booth two. Do you need a fluffier? Lorelei is on duty for that tonight.

Oh, yeah, I think I do.

We ask that during your first month you don’t choke or strangle a twink. When you are allowed to do so, you will be charged the full value of the twink if you go too far. That’s twenty-five hundreds. We also ask that you use lube during your first month. I’m also limiting you to your daughters. Just for the kink.

I can live with that, don’t really want to ass fuck anybody else. Well, my sex slave, of course. Also, I don’t think I want to snuff either of them now. Just spit roasted their mother. She was delicious. You should try long pig sometime.

Oh, I have. That’s the only reason we buy slaves that aren’t twinks. Once a quarter we get three or four, based on the number that have signed up, and have a roasting. Seems that the clientele like the sight of woman being slowly killed. Lorelei! Come here and take this gentleman to booth 2.

Yes, my lord.

Lorelei was completely naked. She came to the sound of Jayson’s voice with her head down. When she arrived, she looked up and saw me standing next to one of her master lords.

OH MY GOD. Dad! What are you doing here? Have you come to take us back? Please tell me that you are going to take us back. I promise that we will do whatever you say from now on.

No, I haven’t come here to take you back. What is going to happen is you will take me to booth 2, then suck my dick until it’s rock hard, then I’ll lube up and fuck Mia in the ass.

But you aren’t gay! Are you bi? How did you get in here?

We came to a special arrangement. He’s only allowed to use you two, none of the other twinks. Do you have a problem with that? I can get the cat-o-nine tails out if I need to.

No, my lord, I don’t have a problem with my father using me as a sex toy. That is my only role in life I have. I am nothing but a life support system for my holes.

You seemed to have broken them in fast. It’s been less than a week. If you don’t mind telling me, I’ve got a pair of slaves I’d like to break as well.

For the first three days they were here, they were used constantly. You would be surprised what being ass fucked for 3 days without breaks will do to a twink’s spirit.

That seems a little extreme, but I’ll keep it in mind. Have to get a bunch of friends and workmates to keep it up for 3 days. Might have to advertise on the web. So Lorelei take me to Mia, then get me hard so I can fuck her little teen ass.

Yes, my lord. I shall do as you ask.

She was crying when she said this. Having her hopes of rescue dashed before her eyes broke her spirit completely. She was now just a sex toy, with no hope of ever being anything but one, unless she was snuffed by a lord. When they arrived at booth 2, she sank to her knees.

My lord, may I have the pleasure of sucking cock until it is hard so that you may fuck Mia?

You may. Make me hard. With that, she took my cock into her mouth and began to give me an excellent blow job. Must have learned that working here. Lots of spit, attention to the head, then deep down her throat. She didn’t gag. I held her head down until she started to panic. I let her up, I wasn’t allowed to snuff her for a month. Got to think about that. Twenty-five hundred was a lot of money. She breathed a few times then went back down, her nose in my pubic hairs. Then she started boobing up and down. I pulled her head off and said, I think I’m hard enough. Lube me. She applied a thin coat of lube to my cock and I stepped up on to the platform for the booth. Mia was bent over with her head and arms strapped down, and her legs spread wide. I lined my cock up with Mia’s teen asshole, then shoved it in, not superfast, but not gently either. I pumped a few times, marveling at the feel of it. I was going to have to ass fuck all my slaves more. Of course, I hadn’t ass fuck them at all, so more might not be the right word. I picked up the pace and started doing long strokes in to her ass. Went balls deep. After doing that for a few moments, I leaned over her. “Mia, guess who this is?”

OH God, it’s you daddy. Please take me home, …

I pulled back and thrust in again. “No, but I will be back to fuck your little ass again. Once my probationary period is over, I might even snuff you. While deep in your ass. I’ll bet it would twitch like crazy as you died. The only thing keeping me from doing that is how much it would cost. If you live long enough to be used up, I’ll buy you just to snuff you. Just like I did your mother. I watched a spit go through her, and then she was placed over a flame pit where she died. One of the last things she saw was me fucking my new sex slave. She’s already been replaced. Do you like that little ass whore? It’s too bad you are so skinny, or I’d have you spit as well.” I started rapidly thrusting in to her ass, I could feel that I was about to cum. After a few moments, I blasted into her ass. Pulled out and could see cum leaking from her asshole.

Lorelei had been behind me while I ass fucked her sister. She was still on her knees.

My lord, may I clean your cock with my worthless mouth?

With that, she took my still a slightly hard cock in to her mouth and licked it. Not like a blow job, she was cleaning the cum from my cock. There was very little shit on it, but I suspect she would have licked that off as well.

Do you wish for me to clean her worthless ass of your seed?

Yes, I think I do.

She climbed up on to the platform and started to lick Mia’s ass, so that all the visible cum was removed.

Next time, I hope the roles are reversed. I’d like to see which one of you is better at both cocksucking and being ass fucked.

Both of them said, in unison, “Yes, my lord, we shall await your return.”

I went up to the bar and spoke with Jayson. “That was great. You can count on me to return. Can I call to see which one is on fluffier duty? I’d like to switch it up next time”

Going outside, there is a small crowed standing around looking at Tiffany, “Can’t be from somebody in the bar, she’s not even close to being a twink. Better ask Jayson what’s going on.”

I come up and start to untie Tiffany. One of the guys in leather looks at me, looks at the door to the club I just came out of. “What is a gay dude doing with a slash?”

“Oh. I’m not gay. I was just in there to fuck my daughters. I’ll be back in a few days. Jayson and I reached an understanding.”

Once we were back in the car, “Bad news, slave one. I really like ass fucking. I’m going to be doing that a lot. Not just the girls, but you and slave two as well. Of course, I’m still gonna skull fuck you and normal fuck, training you to get better, but ass fucking is in the mix now. Now I know you want to talk, so I’m going to ball gag you now. I’ll take it out for breakfast.”

Lowery Family five

Saturday afternoon: George’s Car Lot.

“Well she’s got 30 minutes to show, if she doesn’t we will need to make a decision as whether or not to pay the five hundred per week to have slave tracker find her. Dawson I’m not 100% sure it would be worth it.”

George, take it out of my bonus for at least the first week. I really want her.

So you want your cash bonus as well as Tiffany? Can’t have both.

No, but I know that you were going to give me a major bonus, and you offered to double it, so I know you’ve got the funds.

Yeah, I do. Like I said we had a majorly good quarter. Best in a decade. Yo! Isn’t that her car? Either she coming in to be enslaved or she some how got the five thousand. My bet is she didn’t and she looked up what slave tracker was allowed to do to a runaway slave. I did and it’s really unpleasant. Being hit with a taser is the mild part. I’m not quite sure what “major restricted bondage” is, but sounds bad, The photos of “recovered” slaves made them look like they were having a very bad day. The web site required payment to see the full treatment and I really didn’t want to do that. Not at two hundred a month.

Yep, she’s coming in.

George, I couldn’t raise the money. Even if I sold my car, I wouldn’t have five thousand. I am your slave, but please don’t snuff me.

Had no intention of snuffing you, waste of great cock sucker. What I am doing is transferring you to Dawson as a sex slave. Or what ever kind of slave he whats you as.

He’s right, I’m going to keep you as a sex slave, at least until I get tired of you. Then we will see. This does mean that you will have to learn how to fuck, I’m not getting you as a suck slave only.

OK Dawson, you need to take her Spellbook Slave to finalize the paper work and pay the taxes. The taxes are coming out of your bonus fund, just by the way. And since your not getting the cash bonus this quarter you will end up paying it yourself.

Damn it. I’m already down four hundred in extra costs. She’s going to have to work it off. Might get a whip and do some flogging, I’ve watched some videos of that, and I think I like it.

Come one Tiffany, might as well have you strip now, you’re not going to be wearing much from now on.

Saturday afternoon Spellbook Slaves

Welcome to Spellbook Slave, how can I help you? Do you need this fine lady converted?

No, she’s already converted, more or less, my boss triggered her conversion clause in her contract and she didn’t raise the money to buy herself out of the contract. He’s transferring her to me in lieu of my cash bonus. Of course, with the bonus I could have bought a sex slave, but I want her for personal reasons.

Well, there are some taxes that will be need to be paid for these sorts of transactions. Three hundred for the contact conversion, that’s fifty to the state and two fifty to the feds, and two hundred fifty for the transfer. Legally, we are buying her from her current owner, then selling her to you. So that’s five hundred fifty total. Do you have the contact and her ID? I’ll need to see them to finalize the conversion and transfer.

Well, damn, that puts me at nine hundred fifty extra costs for these two slaves. Add in the cost of the cleaning slave, and I’m out sixteen hundred, but that’s a lot less than what I got for the wife and daughters. That puts me about eighteen hundred in the black. So looks like I’ve only got two car payments from this whole thing. Meh, do you take American Express?

Yes, we do. Let me run that and register this enslavement and transfer with the state. There is one possible problem that might stop the whole thing if she’s pregnant. Have her pee in this cup so I can check there is a toilet stall in behind that door. The pee test also checks for drugs, but she’s not a volunteer, so that doesn’t matter. Also, there is the possible problem of you having a domestic abuse filled against you by her. That will come up when I run her ID.

Well, there’s no chance of that. OK, here is her sample.

OK, your card was approved, she’s not pregnant and there are no other reasons for not converting her. Congratulations on your new slave!

Monday Morning, La Fortune park

OK, welcome to the George’s Car Lot company picnic! We’ve got a lot of fun and games lined up, but first we have to get our roasts going! Hill’s meat has brought out two ways of roasting a slave and we need have someone decide on which slave gets live roasted and which one get spit roasted! For reason that will become obvious in a few minutes Dawson will make the selection! So Dawson, what’s it going to be?

Oh, spit roast Caroline, no question about that. I’ve been thinking about that all weekend. Had Tiffany blow me a few times while I watched videos of spit roasting, thinking how great it’s going to be to see Caroline on a spit. Yeah, for those that don’t know, I sold the whole family off. Caroline went to Hill’s Meat to be spit roasted and the girls when to a gay bar where they’ll get butt sexed and give head for more or less for their whole life. The bar put it’s “twink replacements” up for sale after two or three years, when they are “all used up”, but I’ve read that slave doing that only have year eighteen months life expectancy, so, it’s the rest of their lives. Couldn’t be happier. I’ve already got a cleaning slave and if you didn’t know, George converted Tiffany by her contract on Saturday and transferred her to me. If you are having trouble with your wife or daughters, I recommend Spellbook Slave. They pay top dollar, even telling you if there is an option for a higher price than just open market. I wouldn’t do that! I’d offer the lowest I could get away with and sell them for as much as I can. Just like I do with used cars! Buy low, sell high! Even after all the other expenses, like cages and special lock on the house plus taxes on Tiffany, I still have enough left over to cover two car payments! All I’ve got to do now is teach Tiffany how to make love. No, I don’t mean that, I mean how to fuck!

OK the Hills meat people are gonna start with the live roast, then spit Caroline.

Mr Lowery, do you have an idea on how you want Caroline spitted? Ass or pussy?

In the pussy and as slow as possible. I want her feel all the pain!

You understand that she might not live through that, right?

Don’t care. She’s not going to live through this whole thing. And I’m glad about that. The more I think about her and how she acted the last few months, the more I’m glad I sold her. And I want her to suffer. But while you are spitting her, I want to fuck Tiffany where she can see it. Let her know that she’s already been replaced.

Hey Dawson, how much did you get from selling them off?

Well, the girls went for a thousand each and Caroline went for eighteen hundred, but both of those were because they had a body type that was in demand. The girls would have been worth three hundred on the open market and Caroline would be about twelve hundred. They did say that any marketable skills would raise their open market value, but none of these cunts had any skills worth mentioning. I mean Caroline was a good fuck, but I didn’t have a sex skills test result for that and the girls were, to the best of my knowledge virgins, given their lack of boyfriends, no skills there. If the women or girls you want to sell off, I recommend getting a set of skill test both sex and any other skills they might have. Of course even with great scores none of my cunts would be worth more than what I got for them. Spit roasts are based on their body, not skills, and being a “twink replacement” the only skills that they care about is anal and oral.

OK, we are going to start Caroline on the Jessica 3000. We’ve got it set on the slowest it will go, about an inch and a half a minute. She’s not going to be in pain for the first six or seven minutes, she might even like it. Some people say that a slave being spited enjoys the whole thing. Unless she’s a serious masochist, that doesn’t happen. I’ve seen one in the eight years I’ve been running a Jessica.

AHHH IT HURTS

There it goes. Pierced her pussy wall. She’s probably going to scream until either the spit gets in her throat, she passes out from the pain, or she dies. Seen all three

Music to my ears. Fucking my new slave while the ex-wife is slowly tortured to death. There can’t be a better day.

Doesn’t look like she’s one of the ones that enjoys being spited. Figured as much. She’s got about twenty minutes left at this point.

You know you really are a lousy fuck. You will get better in the next year, or Bad Things are going to happen to you. Yo, what if a slave owner wants a slave spit roasted, but she doesn’t have the body for it.

We rent a Jessica 3000 for five hundred for 8 hours.

Here that? Learn to fuck or else

You said you weren’t going to snuff me!

I said until I was tired of you. If you can’t fuck by next year’s picnic, you’re a roast.

As time went on Caroline screamed loud and louder until she made a gurgling sound and puked up blood and vomit then went silent. A few moments later the bloody tip of the spit made its way slowly out of her mouth. After five minutes or so, they took her off the Jessica and carried her over to the unused roasting pit.

Looks like she’s going on the fire alive. Happens about half the time. Seems like Christine has kicked it. Let’s take her off, gut her, stuff her, then put her back on the coals. Once Caroline dies we need to do the same thing to her, but also might have to wash her body cavity depending on what damage the spit did.

What happens if she’s not dead, just passed out from the pain? Can you tell?

Normally yeah, but about one in five get gutted alive. They generally wake up when that happens, at least for a minute or two. That’s mainly with live roasts. However, I can’t recall a case where a spitted slave just passed out.

After the two roasts went back on the fires, interest in them died out. A few men dragged their wives and daughters over to the Hill’s men and asked if they would be good spit roasts. In all but one case, they were told no. Nash Sawyer was told that his wife Lacey and eldest daughter Nicole would be good spit roasts, but Hills doesn’t buy direct from the public, they would have to go through a slaver. They recommend Spellbook Slaves as having the best prices. The four hours that it took to roast the slaves passed fairly quickly, as the games and other activities were better than to be expected. Once it was time to eat, most of the people wanted a slice of the slaves. Those that tried both decided that Caroline was the better tasting. George announced that as long as the next year was even close to the year’s sales, they would have a slave roast for the company picnic. Nash loudly said that he might supply Lacey and Nicole for the roasts. Both women looked horrified. “Better convert you today so you don’t run away for the big day next year.” “You better be joking.” “Of course I am. Or am I? Only one way to find out… Fuck and suck like your life depended on it. And Nicole, you better know or learn how to deep throat“

Dawson needs a maid. (Lowery family part 3)

Friday morning, Dawson Lowery woke up alone in his bed. Not thrilled about it, but remembered that Tiffany would be his in a few days. He could live without sex until then. If all else failed, there was always his left hand. He looked around the room and noticed that it hadn’t been cleaned up. Laying in bed, he remembered that he had sold his wife to be spit roasted. That was good, he always wanted to watch a slave roast. It being his ex-wife was just icing on the cake. Funny now he’s already thinking of Caroline as an ex. Thinking about her on a spit made his dick surprising hard. But either he’s gonna have to do the cleaning himself or hire a maid service. He looked up maid services on the web and found that there were a few in Eastlake. All of them making a big deal about their cleaners being “bonded free women” And they were surprisingly expensive. The cheapest one was fifty a day with a discount for a daily clean, weekend not included. He clicked on the discount and found that it was a thousand a month, which was a discount of four hundred from the fourteen hundred that it would normally be.

“That’s a bit steep. Hmm, let see what a cleaning slave costs. I know I will be getting Tiffany but based on what her work area always looks like, she’s not the cleaning type. Plus, she’s going to be at the dealership all day and really will not have time to tidy up before I get home as she’s riding in the car with me. I don’t trust her enough to give her a car. Maybe after a couple of years when she’s broken in, but not now. Hiring a slave hunter costs more than she’s worth. Good thing she’s not aware of that because that might make her make a run for it before Saturday. Let me see if I can get a cleaning slave from Spellbook. There must be some older women enslaved, which would fit the bill quite nicely.”

“Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you?”

“Hi, this is Dawson Lowery, I just sold you my wife and daughters. I forgot that Caroline did the tidying up and cleaning when the girls refused to do it.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s past the grace period and none of them are available now. You would have to contact their new owners if you want them back. Checking their status, Caroline has been tagged for being snuffed in the next 7 days, which means it going to be costly to get her back. Your daughters went to ‘501 meat packing company’ and I know from experience they don’t return a slave until they are ‘used up’ and that takes two or three years. Sorry.”

“No, you don’t understand, I don’t want them back, I want a cleaning slave.”

“Do you want a cleaning and sex slave, or just a cleaning slave? We have both options.”

“Just cleaning. I should be getting a sex slave next week, quarterly bonus. I know she can’t clean for shit based on what her work area looks like. I’ll be down after five if you are still open.”

“We are open twenty-four hours a day.”

I’m here to see your cleaning slaves. I spoke with someone about it this morning.

“Ah, yes, Mr. Lowery. The morning shift left a note. We’ve taken the liberty of moving our cleaning slaves to the holding area. Let me have them brought up.”

Five slaves are brought up. Four are elderly or middle-aged women who haven’t kept their youthful bloom if they ever had it. Obviously, not sex slaves. The fifth was a young brunet who looked like she could be a sex slave. She was a bit short and her tits weren’t all the large, but over all looked pretty good.

“Why is that one in the line-up?” pointing at the younger slave.

“Well, she’s a special case. She doesn’t have the looks to be a spit roast, and she has horrible sex training scores. Under 20 for both oral and vaginal, and she refused to even be tested for anal. This was before she was a slave, of course, but we didn’t feel like forcing her to be tested in the ass because if her other scores were so low, it wouldn’t matter what her anal score was.”

“So she can’t fuck. Why make her a cleaning slave?”

“Her last place of employment was with a cleaning agency. We’ve been having her clean the front of the store at night, and she does an impressive job. Better than the agency we were using. And a lot cheaper. Of course, she’s also tagged as a snuff slave, but we haven’t had a call for one of those in the last month. Schools out of session so they don’t need demo slaves, and we don’t really get along with The Torture Channel. There is bad blood between the owner and the local management of them. Cuts a little into the bottom line, but he’s not willing to even talk to them. Any way, she’s four hundred plus tax, which is two fifty regardless of the cost of the slave. So six fifty walk out price.”

“That’s less than 14 days with a cleaning service. Why would anybody use a service?”

“Well, most people only use a service once a month or a one-time thing, like for moving out of an apartment, so getting a slave, while cheaper eventually, is a fairly large amount of cash all at once. Most people don’t want that. Most of the services that clean businesses use slave labor, so they can be much cheaper on a monthly basis. Very much cheaper if you don’t want bonding. Which is a good way to lose small items. I think that some services actually tell their slaves to do that. We have an open contract with a cleaning service. We sell all our cleaning slaves to them every 90 days or so.”

“I’ll take her. What’s her name?”

“Whatever you want, but her free name was Yvette Webster”

Never make assumptions.

Wednesday Morning, Spellbook Slaves

So, I’m siting at the desk. It’s around 2:00 PM when in comes a family. I assume that the husband wants to convert his wife because there is no way the daughters are old enough. The adults come up to the desk, and the husband gestures at the girls and asks, “What can I get for them?”

“Ah, nothing, they are underage.”

“Oh, no they are not, here are their drivers licenses.”

I check the ID. Lorelei and Mia Lowery. Sure enough, both are legal.

“OK, let me run them through the scanner. They will need to strip down and stand against that wall.”

“You heard the man, strip you lazy cunts”

OK, there is some backstory going on here. Don’t care, a conversion is a conversion.

The computer takes the photos, then comes back with an answer. Not good, $300 each, however there is a notation popup that if sold to the right customer their selling price could go higher. I clicked on the popup. It says that if sold as a twink replacement they could go for as high as $1000. A twink replacement is what gay bars use as wait staff and fuck toys, given the scarcity of real twinks. The genetic change from the Spanish flu last century had led to the massive increase in female births also seemed to have another side effect, that small males were very rare.

I closed the popup. “Well, there is bad news and good news. The bad news is that on the open slave market, their value is fairly low, assuming that they don’t have any useful skills. I can offer $600 for the pair. The good news is, assuming you’re OK with their end use, there is a possibility of getting $2,000 for the pair, but I can’t guarantee that the buyer for the 2nd option is buying slaves right now. The 2nd option is selling them as twink replacements, I’d have to make a check before I can make that offer, assuming you’re OK with that.”

“What’s a ‘twink replacement’? I’m interested in anything that offers that much for them. Hell, even the six hundred is more than I thought the cunts were worth.”

Wish I had known that before I made the offer. “A twink replacement is when a slave is sold to a gay bar, where she will be used as if she was a gay male. Many men are into skinny types. They call them twinks. They would be ass fucked and made to suck cock, but never used in their cunt. Like I said, I would need to see if a bar in town wants them before I can offer two thousand for the pair.”

The guy laughs and says, “If I was in your place, I would have just offered the six for them and then sold them to the gays. But low, sell high. At least that is what we do in the used car game. But yeah, I don’t care what happens to them. Hell, you could spit roast them. I’d even come to watch that.”

“Very little chance of them being spitted, they just don’t have the body for it.” I decide to go for broke. “Your wife, on the other hand would make a great spit roast.”

“Hmm. Well, Caroline, how do you feel about being spitted?” She looked shocked. Obviously, she was not convinced that she would be converted today. He turns to me. “Scan her. Want to see her blue book value. Strip down for the man, honey.”

“Don’t honey me, you are seeing if it is worthwhile to have me spitted!”

“Yeah, got a cutie in the sales department that I’d like to replace you with. I have been thinking about this for a while. Your head sucks, not in the good way, and Tiffany is a great cocksucker. Of course, she isn’t as good of a fuck as you are, but damn, can she suck cock.”

“You bastard! How do you know that I’m a better fuck? Have you fucked her already?”

“Yeah, a couple of times. Told her that she needed to suck off the sales staff and customers that were on the fence about getting a car. Tried her as a fuck doll, but she’s just not into it. She might be a lesbian, don’t care. She’s been doing it for a couple of months now. Now strip or I’ll do it for you”

He pulls out a pocket knife. “I’ll just cut your clothes off you. Now STRIP!”

Caroline looks daggers at her husband, but strips down.

“You can leave the hose on.“ I tell her.

“Gee, thanks for that.”

I ran the scan. As I expected, she came up with $1,200 on the open market and there was a popup. I clicked on it and got a “possible value of $1,800 as live roaster”

“Mr. Lowery, she’s worth twelve hundred on the open market, assuming no useful skills, but if available she would be worth eighteen hundred as a spit roast. Got to warn you, spit roasting isn’t as popular as it used to be, the novelty has worn off except for a dedicated core of fans. There is only one meat shop in town that still buys live slaves for spitting. Now, if you just want her cut up for parts, I’d have to offer you the twelve hundred. It would be a waste she looks like she would be a good sex slave, even if she can’t suck cock, but if you want her dead, it’s an option. We’ve got a gallows in back, I could snuff her while you watch.”

“Nope, unless she can be spitted, I’ll keep her for a while. Might have to keep her in bondage for a while, though”

“You bastard!”

I have another thought. “If you have a standard employment contract with Tiffany, your company can have her converted. Then all you would have to do is buy her, and then you would have your own suck slave. Could keep her at work, but you wouldn’t have to pay her, and she would be available to you 24/7″

“Hmm. I’ve got a bonus coming up. I’ll discuss this with George when I get to work tomorrow. I’ll think about that really hard tonight”

“OK let me make a couple of calls.”

First I called up “501 Meat Packing Company” which despite that name is actually a gay bar. And yes, I know there is a style of jeans called 501.

“Jayson, how are you doing?
“Good, glad to hear that. Say, are you in the market for a pair of twinks replacements?”
“Blonde, currently shoulder-length”
“Real skinny. Like almost no tits at all. Wouldn’t need to use a binder on them assuming you gave them loose fitting tops.”
“Don’t know, let me ask”

“Have either of you daughters been ass fucked or face fucked?”

“I suspect not, neither of them has had a boyfriend”

“Yeah, probably not. They might even be virgins”
“Yeah I know you don’t care about that.”
“So in the market or not?”
“Great! I’ll have them ready later today”

“Yeah, 501 is in the market, so I can offer you the full two thousand. Let me make a call for your wife. While I’m doing that, can you get a piss sample from each of them? The cups are in the bathroom. Label them with the marker. Got to check whether they are pregnant or not, even if it’s unlikely”

“Bernard, this is Mike. Do you have an opening for a spit roast?”
“Well, she’s a MILF, but her tits aren’t sagging yet, and she looks like she has kept herself in shape.”
“Not until next week? Any room in your pens?”
“Well that’s not good. I can keep her here until then.”
“No, there isn’t a daughter you can get with her. Actually, I sold them to 501, so you know what that means. Yeah, not even enough meat for parts.”
“OK, I’ll keep her until next week. Just in the cage or do you want some torture as well? Yeah, I know it’s a myth, but some of the watchers seem to like it.”
“OK, see you next week”

“Good news, both buyers are in the marked, however as you heard, Hill’s isn’t taking live roasters until next week. You have two options. You can keep her yourself and bring her back next week, or you can pay a kenneling fee to us. It’s $75 a day. We can deduct it from her sale price.” I do a fast calculation “That will mean that our offer for her is fourteenth twenty-five all up. That brings your total up to $3425 How do you want it? Cash, check or loaded on a prepaid card?”

“I’ll take the card”

“Great! Don’t forget about Tiffany“