Conversions – White Slave Act of 2000

Choose a maid dear.

Parker, is that you? How was your trip? I’ve missed you over the six weeks you were gone. I’m in the kitchen.

Ok, dear, let me go put up my luggage.

Ah, Alicia, dear heart, why is the oldest girl’s door black with iron bars on it?

Oh, that. Funny story. While you were gone, well, I watched that Torture Channel thing. It got me wet. So I had some men come in and convert it to a torture chamber. They finished 2 days ago. But please come into the kitchen, I’ve got something special for you.

OK. Wait. Why, what’s going on?

You like? I got them at a special sale from “We Be Slaves” Rude people, they wanted to convert me instead. Anyway, chose one to be our new maid. The others get tortured over the next month, then we spit roast them! I had a roasting pit installed in the backyard as well. They are all volunteers, if you can believe that. This is what they wanted to happen. Well, maybe not the roasting part, but they wanted to be slaves. I’ve drugged them today, so it will be easy to get them into the chamber.

Oh. Let me look at them. Hmm. How about the red head? Are you gonna let me fuck her, or do I have to convert you first?

Oh, no, you can fuck her, as long as I get to watch. But if you want to convert me, you can do it over the phone. The slaves took a test on me, and it’s valid for 2 more days.

Hmm. Well, I think I’ll pass on that, at least for now. And how are the other girls reacting to this?

Well, after I told them that I might use them in the chamber, they have been little angels.

I’ve got to ask, how much did you spend, and how could you have afforded them?

Well, the girls and I have been on a rice and beans diet for the last month, so I bought them out the grocery money you left me.

You could buy four slaves out of that money? I think I’ll keep you on rice and beans for a while, at least long enough to make a down payment on a beamer.

Yeah, special deal, all four for only 2 grand. They did make me sign a contract that I would video their torture and killing and give it to them for their streaming service. The chamber has 3 cameras in it.

That brings up the question of how you could afford to convert a bedroom into a torture chamber.

Well, Jacob gave me the money.

Jacob. And how are you gonna pay him back?

Well, I already have. He got Pamela.

Did you give Pamela to my partner?

Yeah, she was old enough, and she pissed me off, I caught her with that Norton boy. His cock was down her throat. I let him finish, then called those slaver that I saw on that TV torture show. They came right out. They wanted to know if we wanted to sell them the rest of the girls. They offered six hundred each. The other girls have been angels, like I said, the house has never been cleaner. And their grades are all the way up…

We will revisit that and your possible conversion later.

Yes sir. I had them tested as well. You can convert me, Alma, Joann, Sylvia, April, and Lindsay with just a phone call. I’m worth seven hundred because it seems I’m a high-quality cocksucker. The girls might be worth more, but I didn’t have them sex tested, so I don’t know.

Well, it occurred to me. I want to make sure the redhead is the right one. Can I face fuck her? And if she’s not any good, she’s the first to get tortured?

Of course dear. I’m surprised you didn’t want to fuck all of them first.

Well, they will get that in the chamber. As a warm-up.

On your knees, bitch.

What should we call her? I don’t care what her name used to be.

How about Roomba? I mean, that’s what she is now. A Roomba that fucks and sucks as well as does the floor.

I like that. Roomba, suck my cock like your life depends on it because it does.

We Be Slaves.

We Be Slave’s Front Desk, Monday Morning.

Hunter! Get your ass up here!

Yes, Mr. Wilkinson?

I’ve got a pickup for you. Standard west side skanks, I suspect, he sounded pretty redneck over the phone, plus it’s a trailer park address. Golden Hills trailer park, lot 7, Mr. Winters is the client. Pay standard rates for them. Try not to include a grading bonus unless you get a lot of push back.

Golden Hill Trailer Park.

Mr. Winters? I’m Hunter Bailey from We Be Slaves, and I’m here to pick up your twin daughters. You called us and said you wanted them collected this morning.

Didn’t expect you so soon. But anyway, want you to take my stepdaughters, Marisa and Brittany. They are around back by the work shed. Doing chores, at least that’s what they are supposed to be doing. I have my doubts that that is what they are doing, but that’s one reason I’m selling them off. It’s either sell them or start fucking them, and the wife doesn’t want me fucking them. She’s been quiet about selling them, not saying anything when I discuss it. She might be worried that I’d sell her off as well. Don’t think so, at least not until she finishes raising my ten kids. She got a few years on that.

OK, let me go around back to get them. After I get a look at them, I’ll make you an offer. And give us a call on your wife and your daughters when they get old enough.

Sounds fair to me. I don’t expect you to buy a pig in a poke. And if I sell my wife and daughters depends completely on how they act. Presently, well, they’re young, so they obey their mom and dad. That may change when they grow a little older. I’ll keep you in mind if that happens.

Hunter goes around behind the double wide to see the sisters.

Marisa and Brittany in the shed

OK, those are not normal Westside girls. They are at least rent-a-wife, maybe special show material. Do I tell Mr. Winters that they are worth more? Better call the boss. He said offer standard rate, but he was assumming skanks, which these two aren’t.

Hey boss, this is Hunter. These two Winter sluts are a way better than our normal skanks. Cute, good bodies, great asses. Do I offer more for them? I mean, if they were walk-ins, we would go seven, maybe eight.

You can, but don’t go over five hundred, like I said, try to avoid a grading bonus. Start with four, like normal. If he doesn’t know what they are worth, that’s on him.

OK, Mr. Winters, I can offer you four hundred for each of them. That’s our standard rate for women their age and grade.

Well age any way. Normally pay more for walk-ins that look like them. Wonder if they have been sex tested or not?

That’s your standard rate?

Yes, sir, it is. Unless they have been sex tested and have high scores.

Well, OK then. That seems like what Fredric sold his wife and daughters for, so that doesn’t seem out of line. They ain’t been tested, never thought it would matter. Can I get it in cash?

Sure. Large bills OK? Of course, I need to draw some blood and make sure they aren’t preggers first. Can’t buy a bitch if she is.

Do what you need to do. If either one is carrying, I know which horn dog to set up for child support. Another reason I’m selling them off, bad taste in men, well, boys really. Same guy, Billy Brennan, they always double-team him. Safer that way, they say. No chance of being, what you call, personally converted. The never thought about a kin-folk conversion. They should have, I’ve talked about it enough. They just blew that off, like they do most things. Well, they don’t blow me, like “blow me” “blow me”, but that another story, like I said, their mom being against it and all.

Well, that went better than I expected. I expected some push back on low ball prices. I guess that in the Westside they haven’t been paying attention to what hot chicks from the Southside go for. And I’m glad that those snots at Spellbook seem to be ignoring the Westside. Once they do our buying rates are going go up, by a freaking lot. Well, not for skanks, they don’t touch those.

OK, let me go back and get them. With any luck, I will not have to shoot their asses. While I don’t really care, the bruise marks can lower their value, such as it is.

OK cunts, I’m here to take your asses back to “We Be Slaves.” Your stepdad sold you bitches to us, seems your mom didn’t want you fucking or sucking him, which was his first option. First I’ve got to draw some blood from you, pure formality, but still got to check whether you are pregnant or not. If you start to run, I’ll hit you with a bean bag round from my Remington. I’ve been told they can break ribs, but regardless, they will knock you over and take the wind right out of you. And if you make me shoot, I’m not going to be as careful on the blood draw.

So Nelson finally followed through on his nightly threats. Should have expected it. He didn’t seem too pleased when he found us eating Billy’s ass. That might have been what pushed him over the edge. He never liked Billy. If he had asked, we would have at least blown him, even if mom didn’t want us to. I mean, we’re old enough to make that sort of decision on our own. Do we need to strip?

Marisa and Brittany. Not your normal river rat skanks.

Well, I need to at least see your tits, for grading reasons, you look to be pretty highly graded, but I need to see ’em to be certain. You don’t have to take anything else off out here. We’ll cut your clothes off at the shop, of course, right before you get officially graded.

Hunter blood tests the two girls. The test comes back negative, so he zipped ties the new slaves, paid their stepdad, then put them in cells in the van.  Driving back to the shop, he was thinking happy thoughts about what he was going to do to them at the shop. Breaking in new slaves could be such fun, particularly ones that look like these two. While he's deep in thoughts, a man in overalls with a green and yellow John Elk cap on came out onto the road and waved him down.

Are you one of those slaver types? Can I sell you my tramp of a wife, Tammie?

Yes to both, be happy to buy your wife, tramp or not. Daughters too, if you got any, and they are old enough. We enjoy collecting full sets.

Well, she is the tramp over by my trailer. Ain’t got no daughters.

That’s too bad about the daughters. Are you sure you want to sell her? She doesn’t look like your average tramp.

Yeah, she looks good, but she’s a tramp and a slut, maybe even a whore. I don’t know if she’s charging or just giving it away. As to why today, I came home early on Monday and found her on her hands and knees with the Berry brothers, Seth and Thomas, dual teaming her. And their cousin Wendell was watching, with his cock out, waiting his turn, I suspect. I let them finish, of course, I’m not mean, and they didn’t see me come in. I told them this was the last time she was going to fuck and suck them or anybody else, even if they paid cash, like they offered me. Poor old Wendell looked like he was gonna cry, since he didn’t get a go at her. Almost made her suck him off, I mean he’s not quite all there in the head, but I wasn’t that forgiving. I mean, yeah, I can’t blame them for having her fuck and suck them, but there isn’t any reason to keep on the pretense that she’s not a free use slut still. She said she was giving up that life when we married. I wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with her if she didn’t change her ways. Anyway, I decided, needed to get rid of the skank. My instinct was to kill the bitch, but my wallet said to sell her. I was on the fence, until I saw your van. It was like a sign from the God above to sell her, not kill her slag ass.

OK, but why is she all but nude?

Oh, that’s my idea. If she can act like a slut, I told her she can dress like one until I either kill her or sell her. I said she could wear one item of clothing and her stripper shoes. She had a job at one of the titty bars cross the river for a while before we got married. Didn’t work out. Seems they didn’t let her fuck customers in the club for money but made her use her mouth for it, and took a cut. Anyway, when I told her she could wear one thing, the little tramp decided on one of my flannel shirts. I figured she would go for a sun dress, to be a little respectable but a slut gonna slut. She might be trying to make me change my mind, maybe just start selling her ass and make it official that she’s a whore, and I’m her pimp. Or maybe go back to being a free use slut, with my ok. Anyway, neither of those are gonna happen. Do you have one of those taser things? She might be skittish and run for the hills when you try to take her. She’s not really expecting anything to happen to her this week. I told her I was still thinking about what to do with her, either kill her or sell her, but you’re here already, and I was leaning towards selling her instead of killing her, so there it is. She thinks I’m deciding next week.

No, I don’t carry a ranged taser, got a hand held stun gun, but I do have bean bag rounds in my Remington. Normally, better range and the slut will really not like it. They stay down longer as well. So how much do you want for her?

Let’s say three fifty. I know she’s a looker and might be worth more than that, but she’s a slut and I just want her gone. I mean, hell, I’ve been thinking about just killing the bitch, so any money is more than I might get from that. I’ll get a replacement slut off the web. Get me a one that I can kill if she gets out of line without getting the law involved.

Boy, is he going to be surprised at the prices on delivered slaves. Not my problem.

Let me just take her down from here. No sense in seeing whether she’s going to run for the hills or not. And to be honest, I’d rather shoot her than use the stun gun.

<BANG><PUMP>

Right in the belly button, she’s gonna be down for a while. Don’t need a second shot. Need to do that about a quarter of the time. Let me get some blood from her and see whether the brothers made per pregnant or not. Or you, of course. I assume you fuck her, even if she’s a slut.

Of course, I fuck her. Every day and twice on the weekend. Fucked her about an hour ago. She’s on the pill, we don’t want any brats. If she’s in the family way, something has gone wrong, and we might have to visit a clinic to get that cleared up. Wouldn’t the first time. Pulling out doesn’t work that well, after that, I made her go on the pill.

If she’s not preggers, I’ll give you four hundred for her, that’s our standard rate for her age, wouldn’t feel right ripping you off like that.

And I’m not going to tell him that she’s worth a couple of thousands or more retail. He’ll find out soon enough when he tries to buy a replacement.

OK, if you want to pay more for her, I’m not gonna stop ya.

Tammie is tested negative. Money is exchanged.  Hunter zip ties the stunned slut and puts her in a cell in the van's cargo area.  The Remington is topped off, as the SOP says, always keep the gun fully ready to go.

Gary! We heard that shot, what’s going on?

Well, Mr. Poole, this gentleman is taking my slut wife off my hands. Decided to sell her instead of killing the little slut.

Ah, that’s too bad. Gonna miss Tammie.

Let me guess, Alan, you’ve been fucking the slut while I was away like the others.

Well, most Thursdays around noon. I hope you’re not mad. You can have a crack at my bitch if you’d like. Or some of the older girls.

Nope, if I had a slut of a neighbor who looked like Tammie, I’d try to fuck her as well. Or at least get my knob polished. I’m just surprised it took this long to catch her in the act. I knew she was a free use slut, I mean she was when I married her. She said that she would stop being that way, that I was all the cock she needed. I told her that if I did catch her, I would either kill her slut ass. or sell her. I looked it up, killing your wife is just manslaughter after those big changes in the state laws for bitches, not murder, and only has a year hard time attached, plus a thousand dollar fine, and that depends on the facts of the case. Suspect that killing a slut wife who was fucking the whole trailer park without permission wouldn’t get the full Monty. Still, didn’t think she was worth that risk. It doesn’t matter now, I’ve sold her slut ass. And I think I may take you up on that offer. I’ve been having lusty thoughts about the twins for a while. Maybe have a three-way with them, a couple of times, I mean I’ll bet you did Tammie more than once, you owe me.

Alen's Twins — The Poole Twins, Sherri and Amy

Well, OK. How about every Thursday after they get out of school? Want them to stay in their school uniforms? If we are doing until we have even Steven on fucking, well, you get them for, yeah, about three months, more or less. And that’s counting at two to one. If you swap off, it’s more like six months. Might loosen their uptight asses up some. I’m not so sure about that school I’ve got them in, seems to be doing a weird thing about how they think. They are always talking about their husbands, and how it’s gonna be so much better when they get married. They even joke, or at least I think they’re joking, about marrying the same man. I mean, I know that’s legal now, but it seems just wrong to me. Marriage is one man, one woman. And maybe some slaves, got to adapt to the times.

So anyway, my name is Alan Poole, you’re a slaver, right? Do you have room for 6 more? My oldest six are being real bitches right now. I’ve been contemplating selling them for a while. Just never got a round tuit, if you know what I mean. The old lady was iffy about it, but then I said I might sell her at the same time. The girls are all old enough she’s not legally a mother anymore. That changed her mind then and there. She’s been the best fuck she’s been in a while after I made that threat. Even letting me do ass to mouth. Still might sell the bitch off.

Sure, I’ve got room in the van. Might have to use the meat hooks to hold a couple, but I can do it. We can always come back for your wife if we need to.

Well, follow me, the six that I want to sell off are all outside, should be a piece of cake to get them.

Hey! Sluts! Show your asses for the nice man. He might want to do your asses. Needs to see your skank asses, chop chop, drop those panties… Like I showed you how. Drop those drawers, ya God damn sluts. What’s taking so fucking long? Do what I say and do it now! God-damned disobedient sluts.

Are these all your daughters? No offense, but they don’t look like sisters. I can’t just take any slut that happens to be on your property. At least not without a good reason, and standing around isn’t one of them.

No offense taken. They are three sets of twins. To be honest, not sure if they are really mine, but they are my wife’s. I can get their birth certificates if I need to. As to why they might not be mine, well, Tammie’s not the only trailer park slut in this park. The difference is, I don’t care. As long as Maureen doesn’t get any untreatable disease, I don’t care who she fucks. I mean, she doesn’t care about me fucking around, so it goes both ways. I’ve probably got a dozen or more bastards running around. I always raw dog if that’s an option. Anyway, these are the oldest six of sixteen. The younger girls are acting like little angels right now, but they might turn into hellions when they grow up, like these cunts have. The triplets and the twins are old enough to worry about, but the twins are so straight lace it hurts, like I said. I hope having Gary fuck them once a week loosens them up some. Let them know their place. If they don’t loosen up some, I may just sell them off after Gary is done with them. Uptight bitches.

Well, even if they are technically stepdaughters, you still have full rights. Let me see if I knock them down. Watch your ears.

Well, that went pretty well. Small of the back shots don’t always drop the slut. I’ve been petty lucky today with that. I’d have to reload if any of them didn’t go down. Only got 5 shots in the tube and one in the chamber.

Not that I mind, but why did they show their asses when you asked them to? I mean, most girls aren’t showing their asses if their dad says to. Did make them like targets on the range.

Oh, I whore them out. That’s how they get their spending money, they get a quarter of what they earn. That’s part of the problem, they have started asking for half of what they earn. Like that’s gonna happen, got bills and trailer rent to pay. They must have thought you were a customer, even if we aren’t in the normal place for it. Whoring out the oldest triplets as well, but don’t need to sell them off, they are acting like good little whores and not give me any backtalk. Pretty sure the trips aren’t mine by blood. They got really red hair, which doesn’t run in my or my wife’s family. I’ve got an idea whose they are, and, hey, he’s a good dude. Glad he had some fun. With these six gone, I’m gonna have to start on the twins, once they loosen up some. I’m almost positive they are mine, but that doesn’t really mater, got to keep up that cash flow. Like I said, pays the bills.

OK, then. Let me zip tie them, make a blood test, then drag them to the van. Assuming none of the whores are pregnant, I’ll take them.

Hunter goes to get the teens, and finally gets a good look at them from the front.

I hate to tell you this, but a couple of these are real low-grade skanks, not even worth doing a torture show with. Do you mind if I just treat them like livestock? Use the meat hooks on them and make butcher store meat out of them?

Are you paying cash?

Of course. Four hundred for the whores, two fifty for the cows. Call it twenty-one hundred all told. Twenty-one fresh from a bank Benjamin’s, unless you want smaller bills. I think I’ve got enough twenties and fifties for that.

For that twenty-one hundred, you can do whatever you want to them. Hell, butcher them all, I don’t care. I always had some trouble whoring out Jody and Lisa. They ain’t the best-looking sluts. I hope they aren’t mine. I’m not surprised they aren’t worth as much.

Well, I do got to tell you that the other four will most likely be tortured to death live as part of our weekly live show on the local shows time on The Torture Channel. Even though they are worth full rate payment, they really aren’t gonna do good in the open market. We’ll keep them for sale until Friday night, who knows, might get someone that wants a worker slave, or one to abuse. We get numerous clients for both of those.

Oh? When is your show? Might want to watch it, or come down in person. Might fuck the old lady doggy style she can watch at the same time if I don’t see it in person. Might bring her along for some oral therapy to the live show. Either way, I’m gonna have the girls watch to let them know what might happen to them if they start acting out. The trips really need to know they need to walk the straight and narrow, now that they are old enough. The twins will freak out, they just turned old enough last month.

Friday nights, nine thirty PM, The Torture Channel. They will be on this week’s show, unless something really strange happens. It’s live on The Torture Channel, after that, the enhanced and edited, three camera view video is for sale as a download or streaming on our site, WeBeSlaves.com. You can also be part of the live audience, at 20 bucks a head, free if you give us a slut to use that day. Live audience is pretty popular. We can do some light torture on your wife if you’d like. I mean, ten lashes with a bull whip on a wife is legal in Oklahoma, the husband doesn’t have to be the one doing it, as long as he’s present. More severe torture if she signs a waiver. Could even kill her if she signs the strongest waiver.

I got to think about that. I’d bring the trips along, but that might be expensive.

Well, if you let them be used as cum dumps, they would be free. I mean, they are already whores, shouldn’t be that big of a deal for them.

Hmm. What about the wife? She’s not really a whore, but she does suck a mean cock. That’s not just me. She’s done some guys at parties, they all seem to think she’s pretty good.

Same thing.

Hmm.

Hunter managed to get all four whores into the cells in the van without any major issue, using up all the cells. He uses the meat hooks on the cows, Jody and Lisa, so he's not crowding the cells.

Need to call the shop and tell them that I got more than just the two.

Boss, got the two you sent me out on. And seven more. The two you sent me are grade A, maybe grade A+. Nice big tits. One of the others is Grade A+, maybe A-prime. The A+ is a free use slut, who has a lot of practice as a slut, it seems, so she should be pretty good on the sex tests. The other six are typical skank Westside whores, well, two of them are only meat quality. And I mean whore literally. Their dad was whoring them out. That’s how he got them to stand in a line with their asses hanging out to be shot, like on a target range. Near perfect drop, got each on in their tramp stamp, and they all went down on the first shot. All for the standard rate, less for the cows, which I only paid two fifty for. Someday, these hay seeds are going to cotton to the prices that the snots are paying.

Well, until they do, we keep paying bottom dollar. So, you say we’ve got 3 to sell and 6 to kill Friday?

Well, no, actually. I had to use the meat hooks on two of the cows to make room for the others. We’ll have to butcher them this afternoon or let them bleed out and sell them as bulk meat.

Well, OK, I hope you are up for it, Neal is doing a bus load of sluts that did the “bet your ass” thing at the Acid Rock Casino and lost. Our contract with Acid Rock means that half of them have to be returned as meat within 24 hours. He’s gonna be busy. Stay out of his way.

OK, I can do that. If there is room, I’m gonna have the other sluts watch to show them that they aren’t at the top of the food chain anymore, really at the bottom of it.

Don’t do that to the 3 Grade A sluts. Don’t want to spook them too much. If they really are A+, A-prime, I’ll put them in the special collection. We’ve got two from the casino, but I like to keep at least 5 in the special collection.

OK, whatever you say, you own the place.

We Be Slaves, Later that Morning

Welcome to We Be Slaves! What can I do for you gentlemen!

Yeah, we understand that Tammie Ball is for sale now. You just bought her because, well, we were doing the double dirty with her and her old man got a little ticked off about that. Didn’t take us up on our fuck for bucks plan, neither.

Yeah, just brought her in. She’s in our special collection.

Well, how much for her?

Twenty-five hundred.

What! I know you only paid four hundred for her!

Well, yeah, not my fault her ex didn’t try to bargain with my pickup man. He took the first offer and that was that. Not going to discount her just because we got her dirt cheap. He only asked for three fifty for her. Hunter felt sorry for him and gave him our standard skank rate. And her price is likely to go up once we get her sex tested. I understand she has lots of practice, what with repeating partners.

Yeah, I see what you mean, I guess sluts really are like used cars. Buy low, sell high. That what the boss keeps harping on. Never thought about that. Let us talk about this for a minute.

The Berry brothers and their cousin Wendell talk among themselves for a while. Wendell does a lot of arm waving.  After a few minutes, they return to the counter.

OK, we’ll take her. Do you want cash or a card?

We take cards, but we would rather have cash. Less of a paper trail that way, you know.

Hey, Natalie, go back and get that tall brunette in the special holding cell. Be quick about it, or I might flog you extra tonight when it’s time for that.

The work slave scurries back into the holding area and soon brings back Tammie.

Almost fast enough. Gonna add just ten lashes instead of twenty. That brings you up to what forty due tonight?

Yes, Master Leslie, that is how many you are to give this worthless slut. Thank you for flogging my worthless body.

Yeah, of course one day I’m going to get tired of that and just kill you for a Friday show.

Yes, master, do as you see fit with this worthless slave.

Damn, how do you get them that submissive? I mean I’ve read about slaves being that way, even seen them that way in TV shows, never thought I would see one in real life.

I don’t rightly know about Natalie. She started talking that way right after she was converted by her mother. Her five sisters didn’t act that way. Of course, she’s still alive and here, not killed in the weekly torture show or sold off, so there is that. It’s why I’ve kept her up front and not sold her off or killed her teen ass. She’s not really high enough quality to be a long-term counter slave, but she makes up for it with her attitude. She’s what all sluts should be like. Any rate, here is Tammie. She’s yours now, you can do anything you want to her. If you want to kill her, we have a several full option rooms for rent. Or you can sign her over for our Friday night show. You’ll get a percentage of the take for that, plus an up front payment.

No, she’s going to be a family play toy for a while. Once she’s all used up we might kill her, but for a while, well, she gets played with.

OK, bitch! On your knees. Gonna find out if we just wasted two and half grand. You owe Wendell a blow job, and he’s tired of waiting. He got a case of blue balls from this morning. And if it’s not good enough, well, we might see about renting that whipping post and three whips. Maybe one of those rooms.

We offer reasonable rates. Discounted if you sign over video rights.

Here that slut? Do a good job, or find out what will be your life if you don’t please the Barry family in all ways. I hope you like eating carpet, we got a couple of sisters who go that way. Of course, there is Hayley, she’s got one of those “I’m as good as a man”, what you call it, mistress papers. She gonna want to play with you with some of her toys. Maybe have her do that while the stepsisters and the cousins practice deep throat. That’s a good party.

Tammie sinks to her knees and takes Wendell's cock into her mouth.  She swirls her tongue over the head of it for a while.  Wendell moans.  After a minute or so of this, she takes a deep breath and takes his cock all the way down her throat.  She swallows several times, then pulls back just enough to let her take a breath, then goes back down.  Wendell puts his hands on her head and moans.  After about four minutes of deep throating, Wendell grabs her by the hair, pulls her even deeper and starts to shake and cum.  After blasting cum into her throat for what seemed like forever, he pulls her up and smiles.

Yeah, we’ll keep her. She was even better than Tricia.

Tricia? How do you know about what sort of head my sister gives?

Well, she blows me after church most weeks. In the back of the choir room. Makes me happy. Most other girls don’t want to make me happy, they just laugh at me and call me a dummy. I think she’s sweet on me.

Did you know, that if you film her doing that, after three weeks you can make her yours?

Really? Might do that, then I could keep her safe from the bad men who want her.

You’re not going to convert my sister!

Why not?

Well, just because. At least not until I find out how good she is. Then we’ll talk.

You’re gonna have Tricia suck you off? She’s your sister by blood.

Yeah, it’s not like I’m gonna fuck her or anything, and she doesn’t seem to have any problems with sucking off kin folk. I’ll have her do it next party. Maybe have a race with her, Tammie, and the Lynch sisters.

The same applies to you. If you film them sucking you off three times, well, bring them in, and we will convert ’em. I pay pretty good for good cocksuckers.

The We Be Slave Abattoir

Mr. Phillips, how’s is it going? Damn. Didn’t expect that the boss man was serious about a bus load.

Yeah, these are just the older sluts and the skanks. The better grade younger sluts are already back in the pens.

Why are they all smiling? And if those are the skanks, the higher grade must be pretty good.

Two A+ and a shit ton of solid grade A and A-. No primes, that would be too much to ask. These are the bottom end A- and all the grade B walking meat. Yeah, we will be full up on rent-a-wife and fuck slaves for a couple of weeks. Might have to have a special on the show using hot chicks instead of the normal skanks, if we get many more high-rated sluts. As to why they are all happy and shit, the casino gave them happy shots before they loaded them into the bus. I don’t think they know what’s about to happen to them. Any way, let me get the first two on the table, I’m gonna be busy for a while. Use the secondary table for your skanks.

Natalie! Help me get a skank off the meat carrier and on to the table! Neil, are you using any of the cameras?

Nah, I’m doing it the boring industrial way on these sluts, ain’t got time for no showy screaming and carrying on. Have fun with them.

Hunter movers the 3 camera stands so that their cameras are pointing at the secondary table. Jody and Lisa are conscious, if barely.  Both moan as they hang from the meat stand.  Jody is taken off the stand and dropped on the table.  Hunter secures her with the table's straps. Lisa is positioned in such a way that she has a full view of what is about to happen to Jody.

Do you need me to help master Hunter? I live to help my masters.

Yeah, hand me tools as I ask for them. I think we’ll start with the cleaver and a chopping block. Gonna start with the hands and the feet. Too bony for me, but some people seem to like them, feet more than hands.

Hunter takes the meat cleaver and brings it down on Jody's left foot.  She wakes fully up, tries to thrash around and screams.  The foot is tossed into a meat bucket at the end of the table.

Natalie, put something in her mouth to keep her quiet.

Natalie shoves her fist into Jody's mouth.

Well, if that works, it works. She might bite.

That’s OK, master Hunter, I live for pain for my masters.

You are one messed up chick.

Yes, I am master, I live only for my masters’ pleasure. Please hurt me when you are done with this meat.

Hunter raises the cleaver and cuts off Jody's right foot, followed by both of her hands.  Natalie winces as Jody bites down on her hand after every chop.  The hands and feet join the left foot in the bucket.

Well, she’s gonna bleed out pretty fast now. I’ll do her legs first.

Hunter chops the meat's left leg just below the knee, then does the right.  Both legs go into a meat crate.

Give me a big knife, gonna cut her legs off from the hips. The cleaver doesn’t really work well for that.

Natalie pulls her hand from Jody's mouth and gets the requested knife.  There are visible, slightly bleeding teeth marks on Natalie's hand.  Natalie shoves her hand back into the meat's mouth. Hunter makes a few expert cuts around her hip and upper leg, pulls Jody's thigh from her hip.  After tossing the leg into the meat crate, he starts on the right. By this time, both Hunter and Natalie are covered in blood.

And now you know why I bleed them out before I start chopping at them

Yeah, but people don’t pay to see that.

Point.

OK, on to her arms. Gonna mix it up and start on the right for them.

I think she’s in shock now, or maybe dead, she just loosened her bite on my hand.

Keep it in her mouth while I do her arms.

Yes, master. I’ll keep it there, even if it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Hunter chops the right arm at the elbow with the cleaver, then picks up the knife and cuts around the arm at the shoulder, then pulls it free. tossing the parts into the crate as he removes them.

She didn’t bite, I think she’s dead.

Meh. Keep it in until I finish her left arm.

Hunter repeats the chop and cut that he did on the right arm on Jody's left, tosses the two parts into the crate.

I’m almost sure she’s dead now, master Hunter.

Well, let’s make sure of that, pull your hand out and stand back.

With one practice swing, Hunter cleaves through Jody's neck.  There isn't the expected blood spray

Yeah, she was dead. Wonder when she died? Doesn’t really matter. Let’s gut her and start cutting up her ribs and brisket.

Mr. Wilkinson's voice comes over the intercom.  Hunter moves over so he can push the button and talk.

Have you processed both cows yet?

No, starting to do Jody’s ribs and brisket, Lisa is still watching. She’s not doing well.

Hold off on processing the 2nd cow. Wild Country Meats just called, and they want a live low-grade slave.

Aren’t they a traditional meat and game butcher?

Well, yeah, but they want to practice on a few in case they decide to expand. They said they might get several more next week.

Did you tell them that she’ not gonna last more than a few hours, a day max?

Yeah, They said they would be over within the hour.

OK, Natalie, I think it’s time that we washed the blood from us. Once you are clean again, go see what Mr. Wilkinson wants. If there isn’t anything he wants for the next 30 minutes or so, I’m a little wound up and need a release, and your mouth would be just about right.

Yes, master, I will deep throat you. Do you want me to die on your cock?

No, that would piss off the boss. If anybody gets to strangle you to death on their cock, it’s him.

Yes, master. I understand. You want just a normal, boring deep throat blow job. At least make me pass out, even if you don’t kill me. You can choke me out while I’ve got your cock in my throat. My brother and father liked to do that.

Sounds dangerous, and I don’t want to piss off the boss. I like my job, and killing you isn’t worth it. Did the men in your family do all of your sisters as well as you?

No, just me and my mother. My sisters didn’t want to. They did watch a few times. Master John. my brother, might have done Tanya a couple of times, but not officially in front of mother.

Your mother watched you blow your father? Why did your mother convert y’all?

Yes, she did watch, and give pointers. She’s a real expert at deep throat. I think she did some movies before she married Master. We did it at least three times a week. More in the summer when John wasn’t in school. She even taught his girlfriend how to deep throat. John is going to convert Erin as soon as school is over. As to why she converted us, I think she was getting a little jealous, even if the other girls were not pleasing Master and John, at least not yet. And she is pregnant and has 4 girls young enough to make her a legal mother, so she’s not afraid of Master converting her as revenge.

We Be Slaves, Early Afternoon

Hunter! We got another pick up. They said we need to get there before the trash collectors get there.

What does the trash collectors have to do with a pickup?

Damn if I know. Just get going. Last Tree trailer part, lot 12. Carpenter is the client.

Hunter drives to the Last Tree trailer park, on the western edge of Eastlake.

Hello Mr. Carpenter, I’m Hunter Bailey from We Be Slaves. I understand you have a pickup for us.

Yeah, Beverly in the trash barrel behind the house. She’s trash, take her away. If you don’t want her, well, she goes to the land fill. I know they don’t check the barrels before they dump them in the truck, and then the crusher does it thing. That just as good. And I don’t want anything for the little blonde slag, just take her away, don’t want to see or hear her annoying voice again.

OK, that’s weird. Let’s see what’s going on.
OK, that explains what he means by in the trash barrel.

Can you get out?

No, Ronnie tied my arms to my legs and pushed me in, on top of the other trash.

OK, this might hurt, I’m going to dump you out.

Hunter roughly pushes the trash barrel over, then reaches in and yanks the blonde out.

OK, let me cut you free. I’d leave you tied, but it would be a straight bitch to get you in the van the way you are tied.

The blonde is cut free, then has her arms zipped tied behind her back.

Now, I’ve got to take a blood test. If you end up being pregnant, you are free to go. And I would suggest you go far and fast.

The blood draw is done, and she tested negative.

OK, in the van with you.

While Hunter is driving back, he gets a call from the office.

I got another pick up. 2303 S Yukon. Client is Lindsey Hooper, self conversion. Treat it as non-permissive, she started to sound a little nervous and uncertain towards the end of the call, saying things, “Well, maybe, I don’t know” I got a recording of her asking to be converted, and I’ve changed her status to provisionally converted, so get her ass. Call me when you have done the blood test, and I’ll change her status to full conversion.

On it boss. Give her the full treatment.

Lindsey Hooper, reluctant volunteer.

Ms. Hooper? I’m here from We Be Slaves to collect you.

Ah, well, about that, I’ve changed my mind. I thought I made that clear to the man on the phone. My boyfriend said he wasn’t breaking up with me after all. He’s gonna marry just me instead of my sisters.

Oh, it’s much too late for that, slut, you’ve already been marked as converted. Once we got the recording of you asking to be converted, well, you were as good as a slave. We take those call seriously, unlike some other companies in town. If you called them, well, you’ll never know.The only thing that will save you is being with child. Maybe your boyfriend will buy you before some rich family does. Plenty of river rats get bought to be play toys for a family. And you look like prime play toy material, what with your big old tits and all.

With that, the slaver lunges forward, pressing a stun gun into the teen's belly, triggering it.  Lindsey collapses to the floor.  Hunter roughly takes a blood sample from her and tests it, finding her not pregnant, so he zipped ties her arms behind her back.

OK boss, got her. And, yeah, she wanted to back out. Go ahead, do the full conversion. She’s not a skank, sort of cute, blonde, got big tits. Rent-a-Wife material.

Lindsey starts to yell.

Wait a second, got to ball gag a bitch, don’t want to hear her all the way back to the shop.

Lindsey is rapidly, if somewhat roughly, ball gagged.

That should keep you quiet for a while, cunt.

Good work. I got another one, another trailer park.

Damn, what’ going on today?

Don’t know, but not bitching about it.

Yeah, I could see how you might not.

Anyway, Lone Pine park, lot 17. The client is Ms. Cheryl Chambers, she wants to sell off her daughter Nancy. I heard teen girl voices in the background, they seemed to be arguing about something. Try to get them as well if they are old enough. Offer four hundred and the bonus if you need to, and they look like they are worth it.

Damn, Lone Pine is way the hell up north. Gonna take me a twenty, thirty to get there. Better get this slut in the van and get going. Call me if there are anymore. I got plenty of space, space 5 more, 9 if I want to pack them tight, plus some space on the meat hooks.

With that, Hunter reapplied the stun gun to the groggy teen, then fireman carried her out to his panel van, putting her in one of the cells built into the cargo area.  He applied another shock with the stun gun.

That’s for trying to back out of a verbal contract. You might have a bad Friday night if no one buys you before then. We might give your boyfriend a front-row seat when we peel the skin off your tits. Have a real sex slave deep throat him while you are tortured. Do you think he would like that?

Ms Chambers? I’m Hunter Bailey with We Be Slaves. I understand you want to sell us one of your daughters.

Yeah. Nancy is out back. Don’t think you will have any trouble finding her or taking her in. I took the liberty of securing the ungrateful bitch. Took some doing, but I got her secure. She’s not going anywhere until someone comes by with a knife. I’d still stun her, she’s liable to be feisty when you cut her free. Leave the gag on, if you can. I don’t want to hear her pathic voice as you take her away.

With that, Hunter went behind the trailer, finding Nancy tied to a power  pole, topless but wearing Daisy Dukes and knee-high boots.  She's gagged with duct tape, has a ratchet strap around her belly, has her arms secured behind her back and her feet are tied to the pole.

Well, don’t have to offer more for her, she is a grade B skank, like I expected, based on what her mother looked like.

After stunning Nancy, he did a blood draw and found her green.  He then removed the ratchet strap and cutting her feet free. Looking around the back area, Hunter saw five young girls sunning them self.  Ms. Chambers came out to see how he was doing.

Ms. Chambers, I’m willing to offer you four hundred for Nancy. I’d like to speak to you after I have secured the meat in my van.

Meat?

Well, maybe. It depends on how high demand is. She’s above meat quality, enough so that we wouldn’t normally butcher her, but we might if demand is high enough. She looks like she’s on the edge of grade B. But that’s not really high enough for anything other worker slave, unless she tests out good on her sex tests.

Oh! If forgot to tell you I had them all wife tested. That’s part of the reason she’s being a bitch. She said only sluts, slags, and slaves got tested, and there was no reason for her to get it because she wasn’t any of those. Didn’t understand that rich men look for high scores for their second wives, after they get rid of their posh bitch. Let me get her papers.

Both Ms Chambers and Hunter re-entered the trailer, with Hunter fireman carrying Nancy out to his van, placing her in one of the cells.  He picks up the Remington, checking if it was topped off, Just in Case, he thought. He reenters the trailer, where he is met by Ms. Chambers, who is holding a large stack of paper. She ruffles through them, extracting five or six sheets.

Here are her papers. I had her tested in most of the domestic skills, as well as fucking and sucking. Even did sodomy and hand jobs.

Well, I’d like to talk to you about your other daughters. The boss heard them arguing while he was on the phone with you. He thought you might be getting tired of that. They are way above grade B, so I’m willing to offer you five hundred each and an assurance that they will not be killed or tortured for at least eight weeks. Let me look at Nancy’s papers. Oh, yeah, offering five hundred for her as well. She makes up for her looks by being an expert at fucking and sucking. Gonna add the no kill contract for her as well.

Five hundred each? Cash money?

We prefer cash. It has less of a paper trail, which seems important to the boss and the accountant.

Well, I don’t know, they aren’t as good on their tests as Nancy was. I suspect Nancy had more practice. They didn’t test Stacy in her pussy because she’s a virgin. The others are just in the 70s for most things. Better at cooking, which is weird, they seem to eat mainly pizza when I’m home. They must cook for themselves when I’m out of town on company business.

Well, with their looks and even with scores in the 70s, they would be valuable to us. I’ll extend Stacy’s no kill contract to six months. Not going to guarantee she stays a virgin for that whole time. In fact, if she doesn’t sell in the first five months, we will auction her virginity off. We don’t get to do those but once, maybe a twice a year, but they are always a good moneymaker.

Well, I don’t know.

Make up your mind. The no kill contract expires when I leave the lot. If you call us later, they have the standard one-month life expectancy if not sold before then. And Stacy goes straight to the virgin auction.

Ok, take them as well.

OK, let me go get them.

Hunter walks out in the back area, raises the Remington and let's loose on the unexpecting teens.

Chambers Daughters Group — Ms. Chambers’ Other Daughters

After stunning the five girls, he rapidly moves to secure them and start the blood test, with the test on Stacy being a mere formality.  Of the other four, three came up green, but the blonde tested positive.

Damn, have had that happen in almost three months.

Ah, Ms. Chambers, about the blond —

Jill?

Yeah, I can’t take her. She’s pregnant.

Oh, she is? How long do I have to wait for her?

Well, if she’s carrying a boy, ten years, which will put her way out of parental rights. If she’s carrying a girl, well, a clinic can fix that, then it would be just a case of you calling us again. Eight years if she carries to term, most likely also putting her out of your control, depending on how old she is now.

Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. Looks like I get some grandchildren. Multiply births run in the family, normally triplets. I wanted some anyway, one reason why I did sell them off when they turned legal. They were a handful as young teens. More or less straightened out once I posted your phone number next to the phone. Right under the pizza place’s number. I know they saw it and adjusted behavior to match their new status. I made them watch your show a few times, just to rub in where the stood. Cheryl seemed to be into it, don’t know if that affects how you use her. She did take over the spanking of the other girls when they needed it. Or when she felt like it, which seems a lot of the time with Nora. Tied them down and everything. She left marks and sometimes drew blood. She was planing on transferring to Tesla next semester so she could take a one of those mistress classes. I guess it’s too late for that.

Well, taking Jill to a woman’s clinic between you and your God. Let me cut Jill free, then take the others to the van. I’ll tell the boss that Cheryl might be a good torturer bitch instead of a victim.

OK Boss, got four of the five. The fifth was pregnant, so I had to cut her free. Her mother turned down the clinic option if it was a girl. The one we got called on is a B+, maybe, on a good day, A-, however she has 90 plus on fucking, sucking, and jacking off. No test on females. Their mother had them take the wife tests for marrying rich men reasons. Anyway, the other 4 are A- to A, maybe even A+. They have 70s-80s on the sex skills tests. She also had them tested on domestic skills, and they did fairly well. One of them is a virgin. I offered five hundred for them and a two month no kill contract. The virgin got a six-month contract. She wasn’t cunt tested, obviously, but she did surprisedly well on cocksucking with an eighty-seven score. Must be native talent, don’t normally expect virgins to test that high. One of the others seems to be into inflicting pain. Might test her and if she’s any good, have her be our slave torturer bitch for a while, then have a surprise show where she’s the victim.

Well, OK. We’re low on sex slaves right now. Seems that a lot of the Acid Rock girls were all looks, no skills. Meh. We have a way of dealing with that sort of slave. The casino might get more meat than the contract allows for. They have an option to buy as much as we can provide.

I’m full up, unless you want to start putting 2 per cell. Or we get some meat calls.

Nah, come on back. If we get another call, I’ll wait until you get unloaded.

Wild Country Meat, late afternoon.

OK, boss, the slave girl is here. Hey, she’ still alive! You didn’t tell me that we were getting one that was still alive. I assumed she would be a carcass, like most pigs are.

Cut her throat, let her bleed out then string her up like she was a sow and gut her, I guess. Then treat her like you would a normal pig.

You know, human legs and arms aren’t like the legs on a pig. Not quite sure on what to do with them.

Yeah, that’s why we are practicing.

You’re not really thinking about this, are you? I’m not sure if I’m onboard with cutting up women and girls. If I wanted to do that, there are quite a few places I could work. I get offers almost every month. At a pay raise occasionally. I mean I’ll do this one, I can tell she’s not gonna make it overnight, so it’s more like a mercy kill than a straight ahead slaughter. And she’s already on meat hooks. Not sure what I would do if the sows were walking and talking when they came through the door.

Well, with the Chinese dumping meat quality slaves on the market, we might expand into it. Human flesh still sells for about fifty percent more than pork does, by weight. If the Chinese keep dumping their young women into the market, that’s gonna change. The price per pound for “meat grade” slaves is falling, which is having an effect on the pork and beef markets. Human meat consumption is the highest since the mad cow thing back in the day, and the per-person amount is rising. I’ve looked it up, you don’t have to be a slaver to be a human meat processor. You can buy from a licensed slaver and do the killing and butchering yourself. Mr. Briggs is contemplating getting a license for the shop so we could directly bid on the Chinese sales. But I understand your issue. If we do expand into the Chinese flesh market, I’ll keep it separate from the traditional meat room. The store room needs to be cleaned out any way, and we can always use the overflow cooler. Would have to stop doing women during deer season, however. We could use those space to process Chinese flesh. And I am referring to Chinese flesh because, to be frank, I do not believe we can afford to purchase that much American flesh in any quantity. We Be Slaves provided me with reasonable prices for her and for more of what they referred to as “skanks,” That price was approximately seventy-five percent of the prices offered by other slavers. However, they told me that they could only supply roughly a half a dozen, if that, per week, at best. That’s not really enough to get into the market. Mr. Briggs checked and most of the schools end up selling a bunch of girls who failed classes that semester at the end of the semester. I’m not quite ready to butcher American high school girls as a business, as I’m sure you are. I told him that. He just grunted in reply.

Well, I don’t know. I got to think about it. I mean, if it’s just going to be Chinese, that’s one thing. Don’t want to kill any blue-eyed blondes, much less a redhead. I don’t mean to sound racist, but, well, they say there are too many Chinese anyway. It might be doing the earth a favor by taking some of them off the planet. Of course, some people are saying that about America as well. If I’m doing it to help the planet, I might need to do American girls as well, so I might do school girls. Like I said, got to think about it.

Well, unless the schools start offering girls at close to the same price as the Chinese are, that’s not going to be a problem. Simply can’t afford many of them. A Chinese meat girl is about a third of what they want for a good worker slave, never mind a sex toy. And you would not believe what they want for a “spit ready” girl. I get confused by the grading scales, they have one for appearance, one for meat and one for twinks. That makes sense, but why are top-level appearance girls also rated as “spit ready”. There must be something I’m missing.

You just moved here, didn’t you? From a small town, right?

Yeah, about a year ago. Mr. Briggs liked my work on deer and offered me a working supervisor job.

Yeah, your predecessor, Larry, was an ass that nobody liked, and I didn’t want the extra work. Anyway, there is a big thing here in Eastlake about seeing hot chicks get killed in various ways. Live spitting them is one of them. They do it in the parks most weekends. You and Mr. Briggs might want to check it out before we get really into the girl flesh market. Death shows don’t really bother me, much, but it’s not my thing. I mean, I’m not a neo-abolitionist, but I’m not going out of my way to see a snuff show. Like I said, it’s not my thing.

Oh. Well, yeah, we didn’t even have a slaver, much less a human butcher, in the town where I came from.

I have eaten girl flesh, as it happens, one of my friends had one roasted for his twenty-first birthday. His girlfriend at the time. He said it was her idea, but I’m not sure, he kept her gagged until it was too late. She lived about 10 minutes over the fire. Her twin sister was blowing everybody there. If her sister was anything like her, I damn sure wouldn’t have roasted her. Any way, even though they are called “long pork”, the meat is closer to beef, at least if you spit roast them. I had seconds. I wouldn’t turn it down if offered again, but I’m not going to go out of my way to get it. I’ve never ordered it in restaurants that offer it. Lots more of those since the Cheap China Meat thing started. Signs of the times. Of course, it’s possible that is gonna run its course eventually. There is already talk of tariffs. Gonna find out who has the better PAC, the restaurant and new human butchers, or the established slave traders.

Friday Night in We Be Slave’s Torture Chamber and Studio.

Gentlemen, Mistress, and Sluts. We have a big show today! By popular demand, Mistress Mikayla returns to deal with 4 skanks and 2 A+ sluts. Well, can’t call them sluts, they test at 32 or lower on fucking and sucking. One gives a great hand job, but that’s not gonna save her. Even an A+ blonde that can’t fuck or suck doesn’t deserve to live. And we have enough of them that we don’t need to keep some back for spitting, so they die today, in very public ways. Any way, let’s bring out the first one now! Gentlemen and Mistress, I present you with Natasha Henson. She “Bet Her Ass” on a busted flush. So, needless to say, she’s here for your viewing pleasure. Her sister is now available as steaks at Acid Rock Casino’s buffet. I’ll bet Natasha will wish that she got a nice, pain-free butchering.

Anyway, we’re gonna try something new today. We are letting our live audience get in on the show. We’ve selected an audience member at random for this. Would Eric Gaines come on down to get one of her 92% rated hand jobs! Anybody else that wants one after Eric is done with her, they are 10 buck a shot. And yes, we expect you to shoot on her face. Most of the other victims will also be open use as they come on. Eric, after you paint her face, you get to decide on what happens to her. You even have the option of buying her for an even grand. That’s a five hundred dollar discount based on her appearance alone. Of course, that really depends on how much you like hand jobs. Her fuck score is 28 and her she’s the high score for blow jobs at 32. Anybody apart from Eric can buy her at one thousand two hundred fifty. That’s still a two hundred fifty discount. Live TV audience can call in and buy her for the full fifteen hundred bucks, if no one live wants her. Streamer are out of luck because she’s gonna be sold or killed by the time this steams. The switchboard number is (918) 555 9447. That’s 918 555 WHIP. If no one buys her, we will flog the skin off her back and do other horrible things to her, like she was a normal slave skank on this show. Mistress Mikayla is eagerly awaiting a painful death for this slave.

Eric comes up on the stage and whips out his semi hard cock.

Make me hard, then do your magic. If you’re good enough, I might buy you for my son. He’s at that age where he’s jerking off several times a day. He’s old enough to own a slave. It might be nice if he had a trained slut to do it for him. And you can practice your crappy blow job skills on him as well, he wouldn’t know the difference. He’ll just be happy he gets to cum in a hot slave’s mouth. I’d check you every once in a while to see if you had gotten better, of course. You’ll be punished if you haven’t. We might bring you in here for punishment. I’ve always liked Mistress Mikayla work. I understand that if you bring a slut in on Friday for the show, it’s free. Of course, you might not live through it. Such is the life of a slave toy. I’ve never had a trained bitch give me a hand job. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever had a hand job that was just a hand job. Mixed in with a blow job, sure. Getting me hard enough to fuck, of course, but until I sprayed cum on her face? Don’t think I’ve done that. Make it good. Your whole life depends on it.

Natasha starts to give Eric a nice slow hand job, lubing her finger with spit.  As she continues, she gains speed. Eric moans.  She is obviously talented at masturbating men.

Come on, big boy, spray may face. I want your cum on my face. Come on, spray me… Cum on my face. That’s what it’s for. Your cum. My face needs your cum. Please cum on my face, I can tell you want to. Please, master, I need a cum wash. Please cum on me…

After several minutes, Eric groans and lets loose a spray of cum that covers Natasha's face.

Oh, that was good. I think my boy will enjoy this slut. I want to buy her. But only after she’s been flogged by Mistress Mikayla. I can do that, right? Buy her, but have her whipped to an inch of her life? Here’s my card. I know you normally take cash, but I don’t have a grand in cash on me.

Of course, we can take your card, we’re a modern business. We just like to keep the government guessing as to how much we sell sluts for, and how many. It’s a tax thing. She’s you or your boy’s now. We can have the slave whipped as part of the show. Mistress Mikayla, if you would, please.

Mistress Mikayla steps on to the stage to wild applause.  She strikes a pose, then brings her whip on to Natasha's back.  The blonde screams in pain.

That’s one bitch! Do you want her gagged, Eric?

No, I don’t think so. Give her a hundred. Stop and wake her up if she passes out.

The hapless blonde is flogged, with the audience counting out the strokes as they are applied.  Once one hundred is reached, the crowd erupts in a standing ovation and cheers. She is taken down and given to Eric, who takes her back to his seat, with her barely able to walk.

Give me another hand job while they do the next girl.

Yes, master Eric.

And now for the next event, allow me to introduce Alexandra Simpson. She’s completely useless, less than twenty in all her holes, hadn’t done any ladies in her life, and has a dismal score of eight at hand jobs. That’s a low enough of a jacking rate for killing her all by itself. She can’t fuck or suck, never mind take it up the ass. We are doing the world a favor by killing her today. Saved some rich old man some trouble, when he married her because of her tits, then finds out she’s useless in the bedroom. She must have thought she could get by on her big tits alone. Not on my watch! Anyway, we have something special in mind for Alexandra. Mistress, she’s all yours.

Thank you, Mr. Wilkinson. What’ I’m going to do is put her in pipe bondage. Then run some wires to her feet for a little electromagnetic therapy. While I’m shocking her, two blunt steel cored dildos are going to rise into her cunt and her ass, powered by a twenty thousand pound hydraulic piston. Her flesh doesn’t stand a chance against them. It’s gonna be a race to see which kills her first, the electricity, or the dildos. Doesn’t really matter, she’s gonna die in extreme pain. And yeah, when Leslie said she hadn’t done any ladies, I had to find out. Not often I get a virgin slut tongue. And, like most virgins, she didn’t know what she was doing, so not even a lesbian like me would want her. So, I’m a little miffed at her. Let’s get going! Can I get a couple of volunteers to hold her while I crank the pipes down on her? OK, you and you.

The two men selected come up on the stage.

OK, spread her legs and put them over these pipes. That may be more than she wants to spread, but that’s part of the fun.

Alexandra screams as her legs are yanked open.

No, can’t have that. Just want muffled moans from this slut. I have delicate ears. Let me fix her up.

Mistress Mikayla gags her with a spider gag, then secures her legs with the top pipes, cranking them down so they are crushing the hapless blonde's legs.  She then pipes clamps Alexandra's tits, and puts a band over her eyes.  After insuring that the slut was secure, she attaches an electrical wire to her bit toe on each leg.  The hydraulic dildos are put into her vagina and anus.

With her mouth being held open by a spider gag, I’d invite someone to face fuck her while I torture her in various ways, but not tonight, not unless you want your cock given a shock when you bottom out in her throat. Anybody into that? No, well, some days we get someone who is. Takes all kinds. Any way, with the electrical path being from the end of one leg to the other, it’s gonna take a lot of current to reach her heart. That means she gonna take a lot of juice. I’m gonna be nice to her, sort of, I’m gonna set the dildos on vibrate. She may come as she goes.

OK, let’s start with setting one. That should not kill her, in fact, she might not notice at all. Let’s move the dildos up three inches. She might enjoy that.

Alexandra screams and attempts to jerk free

Well, I guess she did feel that. The setting goes to six. Let’s see setting two and move the dildos up six inches.

Alexandra screams even louder, and her jerking appears to have broken one of her legs on the pipes.

Well, she seems to have hurt herself.

Alexandra moans, trying to plead with the sadistic mistress through her spider gag, but failing.

And level three. This might be getting into the lethal ranges. And let’s really stretch her out with the dildoes, let’s go eighteen inches. That’s more than she’s taken before, I’m sure, unless she’s a size queen and her scores says she’s unlikely to be that.

Alexandra does full-body jerks, and seems incapable of doing more than just loudly moaning, her vocal cords seemingly screamed out.  Mistress Mikayla holds the button down longer than she did for the other levels.  Blood drips out, in time with her heart beat, from her cunt and ass.

Well, that didn’t seem to kill her. Let’s try level four and the full extent of the dildoes, two feet.

Alexandra jerks with such violence that it appears she broke her ribs on the pipes holding her chest and tits.  The hapless blonde, after a few moments, stops moving, but is still bleeding from her abused cunt and ass.

I might have killed her with that. Nevertheless, let’s try level five.

The tortured blonde wakes up, and does one full jerk, then drops back down, her moaning suddenly silent.  The blood flow seems to have stopped pulsing with her heart beat.

Hmm. Let’s try level six and see if that does anything. Can’t raise the dildos up anymore. more the pity.

Alexandra does not move as the max level shock is applied.

Neil, go and see if she’s dead.

Neil comes up to the blonde and places a stethoscope on her chest.

No heart beat, no lung sounds. If she’s not brain-dead now, she will be in a few minutes. And the bleeding is just oozing, not actively draining out.

Well, we’ll leave her to die in peace if that is what needs to happen.

Let’s move on to the next girl. Renee Poole. Her father says that when she was being whored out, she preferred to be fucked in the ass. We are going to restrain her so that her chocolate starfish will be readily accessible. If you have a blue STD clean card, you are invited to come up and fuck this slag in the ass. Let her go out in the way she liked. Form a line behind her. Let me tell you there are three more whores to fuck and then kill, so only come up if anal is really your thing.

Four men come up on the stage and form a line.  As the first man enters her, she lets out an ear-piercing scream.

Can’t have that. Wait a moment while I stop that.

Mistress Mikayla places a harness around Renee's head and shoves a ball gag into her mouth, silencing the teen.

Much better, carry on.

The man begins to pump, causing Renee's ass to bleed, which acts as a lubricant.

Damn she’s tight! Are you sure she takes it up the ass?

That’s what I was told.

After a few minutes, the man arches his back

Take that you ass slut! I’m cumming in your little teen ass!

The other three men take their way with Renee.  By the fourth, she is slumping forward in her bondage, seemingly unconscious.

Can’t have you passing out. Let me give you a taste of the whip.

The teen jerks back to conciseness, as the whip strikes her.

Ok, question for the mob, do we kill her now, or do we wait and do all four at once, after they have a chance to recover from, let’s be honest here, their gang rape?

The crowd seems to indicate that they want them all together.

OK then, on to her sister, Lynda. Lynda was noted for her oral skills. For those of you that like plundering the depth of a teen’s throat, show your card and come up on stage, form a line. I’ve taken the liberty of securing her mouth with a large enough ring gag, so there should be no danger of any bitting.

Nine men come up on the stage and from a line in front of the restrained teen.

Oh, God, her throat is so warm and wet. I can ram my cock all the way down. Oh, yeah, do that swallow thing with your throat. Damn she’s good. Way better than my wife.

Let me warn you all that you will be charged her full value if you kill her on your cock, let her take a breath every so often.

After about five minutes of brutal face fucking, the first man plunges deep in to her throat and lets out a howl of victory.

OK, I’m done with the slut, next?

I repeat my warning, if you choke her to death, gentlemen, you will be charge her full value. Please be careful, gentlemen.

The other eight men in the line step forward one at a time and face rape Lynda.  She passes out a few times, but is forced awake by smelling salts each time.

Her sister, Eloise, is just a normal fuck, but her father says that she spreads her legs farther than any whore or free use slut he’s seen. We are taking advantage of that in her bondage. Please try not to break her pelvis as you fuck her. Please show your card and form a line. There will be one more girl tonight, and she’s just normal fucking. Well, restrained normal fucking.

Eloise is restrained with her legs at 180 degrees with her arms tied over a pole and secured over her back.  The first of twelve men enter her wide open cunt with only a little spit as lube.

Damn, she’s fucking back, as much as she can anyway. And she’s getting wet. I think she’s getting off on this. Oh God, she’s clamping down on my dick. Damn, not sure how long I’m gonna last.

After a very few minutes, the man slams in deep.

I’m cumming in your little whore pussy!

The remaining men continue to pull a train on Eloise, with her moaning constantly, seemingly in pleasure.

Well, that was a bit disappointing. They aren’t supposed to like being gang raped. Oh, well, a whore is a whore.

Please don’t stop. Fuck me like the whore I am. Please, someone fuck me.

Well, that tells me how she’s getting killed.

Anyway, moving on to the last sister, Deanna. Her father says she’s just a normal fuck, nothing special. So we are letting her be gang raped in the least amount of bondage of the girls. We are blocking her vision with a holed board, which also keeps her arms out of the way, and have her legs kept spread open, but not to the level that Eloise was. Those of you that haven’t fucked one of the girls yet, and have the desire to, plus have a valid blue card, please come up and form an orderly line. She is the last rape victim of the day, so if you want to get in on the gang rapes, this is your last chance.

A total of twenty men form a line.

Leslie, do we have time for this or are we going to go over time?

The Torture Channel has given us until one in the morning, live and reruns, so we have all the time in the world to rape and kill these girls.

Excellent, gentlemen, start your engines.

Damn, she’s already wet. She must have gotten off on watching her sister’s rapes. She’s wet, but she’s tight. Real tight for a whore.

Mr. Poole interjects:

Well, she was the least used of the four. The other’s offered more options. Well, Jody and Lisa were used less, but they were uglier than sin. I understand they were butchered for their meat when they got here.

Oh, that explains it. Still, she’s a pretty good fuck, maybe not the best I’ve had, but I’ve had some Vegas sex slaves, so my expectations are pretty high.

No, she’s not a trained sex slave, just your normal river rat whore.

Damn, may need to go to whore central on the Westside more often, is she’s anything like the others.

Don’t know about the others, I know that there are about ten, fifteen, that are there most of the time, they must be pretty good to get repeat customers.

While this conversation was going on, the lead of the train continued to jack hammer Deanna, taking several minutes before he howled in pleasure and came in the teen's cunt.  The next man in the train lasted even less time, but due to the number of men in the train, it took over an hour to finish.

Eloise and Deanna in the Dildo's of Death — Eloise and Deanna in the Dildo’s of Death

Well, I know how Deanna and Eloise are being killed. Like Alexandra, they will have a vibrating hydraulic dildo in their cunts. Unlike Alexandra, they will not be wired up. And their dildoes have a full three-foot length. That’s almost enough to spit them cunt to mouth. They will be side by side and killed at the same time. A sensor will determine when their heart stops. You may bet on which girl dies first. The dildos have a vibrating steel core, and they are being powered by a ten thousand pound hydraulic press. Their flesh stands no chance of stopping them. I’ve set them for an inch a minute. That means they will probably like the first ten minutes or so, then they will become in more and more pain, until it destroys internal organs, and they die from shock or blood loss.

The sadistic mistress turns on the pump powering the hydraulic system for the dildos, and they slowly start to rise. Eloise lets out a moan of pure pleasure, but is nonvocal.  Deanna isn't so quiet.

OH, GOD! PLEASE MORE, I’M GONNA CUM!

Seems like they both like it. Let see how they like it when it breaks into their uterus and then beyond.

As the rubber and steel cocks continue to enter the teens, both of them become louder and louder, moaning in pleasure, if somewhat nonvocal about it.  Then after 12 minutes, with the dildo reaching the end of their vaginas, their cries start to have an edge of pain.  A few minutes more and they are definitely crying in pain.  The hard cocks continue their unstoppable advance into the doomed teens' body cavity.  Blood is starting to pour from their vaginas.  At twenty minutes, Eloise goes silent and slumps over.

Well, her heart hasn’t stopped yet, but Eloise seems to have reached her limit.

A few minutes more and Deanna lets out a blood-curdling scream and falls forward.

Well, it’s a race to see which one gets their heart crushed first.

Two minutes later and Eloise's monitor goes off.  A minute later, Deanna's followed suite.

Well, they are both deader than a doorknob now. Those that bet on Deanna living longer, collect your winnings.

Lynda ride the wooden pony — Lynda rides the wooden pony

For Lynda, we have a classic Spanish inquisition era thing in mind, but with a modern twist. This is a new thing here at We Be Slaves, she’s gonna be our first victim on it. She’s gonna ride a wooden pony, but the modern twist is that she’s on a steel cock, that is wired to a shock box set on level six. It will go off when she drops two inches. That could be in five minutes, it might be tomorrow. I hope it happens in time for use to execute her sister during the televised show. The pole you see under her armpit will not save her, it will slide down with her. It’s only there to keep her arms in a stress position. I’m gagging her because I suspect she’s gonna be loud, and I have delicate ears.

The doomed teen whimpers, clearly audible through her gag, as she drops farther down on the torturous device for a few minutes.

Looks like she slid about an inch now. That’s gonna ruin her pussy, if she every needed to use it again. Let’s see how long it takes her to go the second inch.

Lynda continues to slid down on to the cruel wood wedge.  After about five minutes, she jerks hard, lets loose a scream, then continues to jerk for several seconds, finally slumping over, as much as she can.  A smell of burning flesh fills the room.

Well, looks like she only made it seven minutes. That’s a shame. Next time I’ll set it go gradually increase and leave the fatal level for, say, five inches. Live and learn. That’s why we have practice slaves.

Renee on the Electic Chair — Renee on the Electric Chair

For the last sister, Renee, we are falling back on a tried and trusted mean of killing someone. For years, states have used this very method for murders and other people that committed capital crimes. That’s right, Renee goes in a classic electric chair. The difference here and what the states did, is that we are going to start slow and gradually increase the current and voltage until they reach the fatal level. Last time we used this, the skank lasted ten minutes. I think I can make Renee last longer. We’re also not using the cranial helmet, just the neck, arms, and tits. That should slow down the execution.

Renee is freed from her bondage and brought to the electric chair.  As she gets close, she breaks free and attempts to run.  With practice skill, Neil pulls a stun gun from his belt and applies it to the fleeing teen, who collapses.  She then dragged to the chair and strapped in.

Well, I would tell her that doing that will worsen it for her, but really there isn’t much else we can do and keep the same concept. I might give her twenty lashes on her tits. I think I’ll do that. Everybody keep count!

With that, the whip  — wielding mistress starts to strike the restrained teen's breasts, aiming for her nipples.  The crowd keeps the count loudly.  At the completion of the whipping, Mistress Mikayla moves to the control panel and sets the device on one.

Oh, this one goes to eleven! Someone watches the classics. Anyway, let’s see what one does. I think I’m gonna pulse the zaps, keep each one on for twenty seconds or so, unless she is still alive at eleven, in which case I’ll just leave it on.

Mistress Mikayla presses the active button, but does not engage the latch.  Renee jerks slightly and takes a deep breath.

I don’t think she really felt that one. Let’s see how she deals with two.

Renee jerks harder and her breathing becomes rapid. Her eyes danced around, as if she was looking for a way out.

OK, Three.

Renee jerks hard in the chair, with her restrained arms trying to recoil to her body.

Hmm. On to four.

Renee jumps in the chair and begins to thrash her head around.  A faint smell of burning flesh fills the room.

OK, getting somewhere, level five it is. As I recall, that’s where Camila died. Here goes.

Renee violently jerks coming off the chair, despite the restraints on her feet.  She takes one deep breath, then starts to shake until the 30 seconds have passed, and the voltage is removed.

I suspect that five or six is the fatal level for young girls. Next week we find out what it is for MILFs. That’s right, no teen skanks, just grade A college girls and MILFs next week. Seem that a lot of the ones that we saved from being meat were all looks, no skills. Can’t have any grade A no skill women using up the oxygen we all need, so we are having a special show next week. Tune in, or better yet, come on down and watch it in person. There will be some MILF busting, even if they aren’t any good at it. Anyway, here is level six.

Renee jerks for about ten seconds, then falls still, with only muscle twitches as the voltage pulses through her.

OK, That seems to be it for her, Neil, check her out.

No heartbeat, no breathing, seems not to respond to pain stimulus. She’s dead.

OK, that the show for this week. Please remember next week’s a special!

Long Pig BBQ and Snuff Fest Part Five Cook Family Saga #8

Southern Hill’s County Club, Emmett Cook’s Wake and Public Funeral Service.

This will make more sense if you read these posts in this order:

1. 1. Slave Swap and Snuff Cook Family Saga #1
  2. Aftermath of the Slave Swap Cook Family Saga #2
  3. Long Pig BBQ and Snuff Fest Part One Cook Family Saga #3
  4. Long Pig BBQ and Snuff Fest Part Two Cook Family Saga #4
  5. Reading of Emmett’s Will Flashback Cook Family Saga #4.5
  6. Emmett Service and Sacrifices Cook Family Saga #5
  7. Long Pig BBQ and Snuff Fest Part Three Cook Family Saga #6
  8. Long Pig BBQ and Snuff Fest Part Four Cook Family Saga #7
  9. The Death of Jenna Goldman Cook Family Saga #7.5 (Not required, but helpful)

Is this where you need to go first to have a wife snuffed and some disobedient daughters spiked?

If they aren’t slaves now, yes it is.

OK, well, my wife is one of the daughters of Mr. Cook, the elder, and I’d like to get in on that trust fund action. She and my most disobedient and least favorite twin daughters. Any way, my name is Stanley Owens. My wife, Alicia, is the slut with cum all over her face that just blew that rando over there under that gallows. I told her she could do whatever she wanted today, but I didn’t know they would be offering crazy money to snuff Cook kin. I also didn’t think it would bother me so much if she messed around with other guys. I figured it’s her Dad’s funeral, she should get to have some fun like I have any other time, right? … Well, it turns out I am more jealous than I thought I would be, so she’s getting snuffed after she finishes her tenth blowjob this afternoon. She’s been doing them under that noose, I think she secretly wants to be hung, and now I also want her hung, so she gets hanged. Win-win… probably….

Ok, fill out this form on my tablet for all three and add in “Southern Hill’s Country Club” to the buyer’s field, and we will take care of the rest. I’ll send someone over to capture her, check her blood to see if she’s pregnant, then hang her from that noose. It should be quick and easy, assuming you have $400 for our snuff fee?

Cards swiped through geometrically shaped payment devices and hands shook.

Ian! Go check and hang the woman under the number 3 noose.

On it boss.

Mrs. Owen?
I need to get a blood draw from you, then I can hang you.

Do you want a blow job first?

Well, yes, but I really don’t have the time right now.

The blood test is run and Alicia isn't pregnant. She stands up, puts her head in the noose and tells Ian that she's ready. With that, Ian pulls the lever and the trap door opens. She dangles without trying to reach the knot, but her legs and hips flutter almost… or perhaps orgasmically. After several minutes, her body relaxes and she hangs still.

Mr. Owen, she’s dead now. Do you want to hang your daughters?

No, I think I’ll have them spiked.

OK, point them out to us, then Vicky will get the spiked.

Well, they are those two over by the wall.

Are you sure you want to spike them? They look like A+, We can pay a good price for them.

Will you match the share and a half of the trust fund more that I would get if I have them snuffed today vs. just converting them?

Well, probably not. That depends on what the pay-out per share works out to be, but I suspect it will be out of our price range.

Then spike their ungrateful, disobedient asses. I just wanted a dual blow job, I didn’t even want to fuck them. To hear them go on, you would think I was making them into my personal sex slaves. The triplets did a three-way lick and suck, without even saying a word. Started as soon as I told them I wanted to play with them, they even acted like they enjoyed it. I think they actually might have! They’ve always been really affectionate. My cock got licked and sucked by three teens, and that’s why they’re my little angels, and not future lawn ornaments. Ana and Kate, on the other hand, have been nothing but walking corpses to me for about a year. It’s just been a matter of finding a good opportunity to make them stop walking, if you know what I mean. And this seems like the perfect one. I MEAN! CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY TURNED ME DOWN?!? SUCKING SHLONG… oops sorry, I got exited, giving BJs is in their blood! just look at their mom, I mean before you hung her, she was sucking everybody who came close to her, she even offered to blow the man that was going to kill her.

You know you can face fuck them once they are on the spike.

I think I might just do that. I brought some buds along today. I think once you snuff their asses, I’ll see if anyone wants to run a train on them until their brains realize they’re dead. OH! sorry, should have mentioned they aren’t going to expect being killed today, so you might have a bit of an issue with them.

OK, Evan, you and Vicky go get them. Sounds like you will need to Taser them first.

I hope they run… I haven’t gotten to chase anyone! Everyone has been so cooperative… I need to release the beast!

Are you the Owen twins?

On hearing that question, and seeing the Spellbook slavers, both of the girls turned and started running, rapidly getting out of the 45-foot range of the Tasers. Evan runs after one of them and brutally tackles her, the other one trips on a tree root and Vicky tasers the shit out of her as she lies on the ground.

Evan, what the fuck! You totally manifested that shit, dummy!

Yeah, you may be right. Get Mistress Greene and spike their asses. Make it as painful as you can, Vick.

Are you Ana or Kate?

Ana

You’re going on a spike. Usually, I wouldn’t tell you until we get closer, but I want you to dread it longer since you made me chase after you. Don’t even think about running now, I’ll taser your ass so fast it will your head spin. Just so you know, normally, when a father sells a daughter who looks like you, they end up having a fairly comfortable life as a sex slave. You should have blown your dad, and not made him mad. And you shouldn’t have run and made me mad. I think I can spike you up the ass without hitting your spine. I think that up the ass hurts more than in the cunt.

Vicky yanks the first of the Owen twin girls, Ana, ripping her bikini top off up and starts frog marching her to the arc of spikes. Ana starts to yank away, but Vicky puts the Taser in “Drive Stun” mode on to Ana's left breast and hits the button. “Drive Stun” mode just causes pain, doesn't do the neuromuscular incapacitation that happens when the darts are fired. Ana jerks and yelps from the pain.

Do that again and your other perfect grade A tit gets it. Actually, I think I’ll do it anyway.

The Taser is applied to Ana's right breast and a jolt is applied. Ana yelps, but doesn't try to pull away.

That’s better, now come with me. We are going to have so much fun, you and me. Well, I’ll have fun, you aren’t going to like it.

Vicky and Ana arrive at the next spike in the arc. Vicky notes that the teen on the next spike counterclockwise from Ana's spike is quietly moaning and starting to lean over.

You just wait, I’ll get to you in a minute.

Vicky aligns Ana's anus over the spike and triggers it. This time it misses the teen's spine, and Ana lets out a howl of pain as Vicky pushes her farther down the spike, placing her crouched, so her knees are touching her tits.

Music to my ears. You’re going to get some wicked leg cramps… why would you sit like that silly?, oh… it was my fault wasn’t it… sorry about that.

After making sure that Ana was not going anywhere and that her legs were bent about 45 degrees and that she was bleeding out her anus, Vicky went to the moaning teen. Vicky pulled her upright, then pushed her a bit farther down on the spike.

There, can’t have you failing over before it’s time for you to die, can we?

The girl screamed weekly as Vicky finished positioning her, and then started silently crying again as she looked at Vicky with the last dying embers of hope.

Wow, you’re a pretty crier. That’s so lucky.

Vicky waved good by to the crying girl and went to watch Mistress Greene work on Kate. Kate didn't put up much resistant in Mr. Greene's hands as she was stunned from Evan's brutal tackle, and was spiked with little fuss.

Did that girl piss you off, Victoria?

Yes, first she ran from Evan and me, would have gotten away, maybe, if she didn’t trip on a tree root. Then she started to try to yank herself free. Actually, you know, I think I’ll zap her again, just because she needs it.

The Taser is pressed into Ana's navel. Vicky holds the button down for at least 30 seconds. Ana, arches her back as much as she can and screams in pain, whimpering as Vicky stops

I’ll be back later for another dose for you, Ana.

Mistress Greene arches an eyebrow at Vicky.

And what did that other girl do?

Well, she was moaning, and I liked the sound of it, but mostly I thought I was just following your lead… We are supposed to keep the lawn girls alive as… or keep them dying I guess, as long as possible, right? I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to fall and over poke the spike through her back and die early.

Oh, good catch. If you weren’t a slave, I would say you had a future in this. You are, though, so, hopefully, your future is exactly as long as your master wants. Now run along back to your owner, Mr. West, alright?

Vicky Looks at Mistress Greene for a few seconds, not sure what to make of what the mistress had said, but when Mistress Greene arched her eyebrow at Vicky, Vicky ran off back to the slaver's informal position/office as quickly as she could.

Let me pick you up and give you a piggyback ride for a while, like I used to do when you were little.

OK, daddy, that sounds like fun.

Hey, let’s go look at the bad girls.

OK. I’m not a bad girl, am I daddy?

Of course not, you’re my favorite daughter. Don’t tell the others that, they might get jealous.

Ok, it will be our little secret…

Meanwhile, at Spellbook Slave’s Position

Mr. West, I’m Devin Serrano and I saw your man use the garrote on his wife, and I’d like that for my wife, Elena Serrano, today. She’s one of Mr. Cook’s younger daughters. She knows she will be converted or maybe snuffed today, and she seems to be resigned to it, so there shouldn’t be that much of a problem getting her in the chair. She is the bottle blonde over there in the striped pants and white tee shirt. Do her as slowly as possible. I’ve got this slut that has agreed to both blow me as Elena gets snuffed, and she also volunteered to be my house slave, if I promise not to snuff her. And I keep my promises, even to wives and sluts, if that’s not repetitious.

Ian, go get Mrs. Serrano, do a blood test, then do her.

Yes, boss.

Mrs. Serrano? Do I need to taser you, or will you come with me?

Yes, I’ll come with you. I assume you have come to take me to be snuffed. I knew I should have stayed home, or left after they made that announcement about snuffing Dad’s daughters. So Devin got some balls at last. He was talking about selling or snuffing me for the last year, and to be honest, I’m glad the wait is over. How are you going to do it?

Garroting.

At least that will be fairly fast and painless.

Oh, no, he requested that we do it as slowly as possible. Now let me get a blood draw from you, to see whether you’re pregnant or not. If you are, well, you’re free to go.

Oh, looks like you aren’t. Come with me, please.

OK. Mr. Serrano, we got your wife in the chair, is that your sucking slut?

Yes, she is.

Do you want to convert her before or after you snuff your wife?

Does it make a difference in price?

No, not really. It’s a two fifty tax and a fifty dollar processing fee. You can save the tax if you can manage to get PPC status on her. In this case, have her suck you to get you hard, fuck her, then cum on her face while we watch. It that case, it’s only our fee. Because she volunteered, we have to technically sell her back to you, which triggers the tax. Normally, we would charge more for our fee, but we’re lowering that today for this service. If this was done at the shop it would be about a fifteen hundred, plus tax, so doing it here is a good idea. Another option is that if you wait until your wife is dead, you can get a marriage license and convert her for just the fee as well. There is a county clerk worker on site for that very reason.

Well, then I’ll wait to see if she’s any good before I make my final decision about her. No sense in spending good money on a slut that can’t suck. There are a lot to choose from here today, so I’ll make sure she’s at least adequate at cocksucking. And I’m not going to fuck her, I did promise my wife that I won’t fuck anyone or get married for at least a year after I snuff her. Didn’t say anything about getting blowjobs from my house slave, though.

Mrs. Serrano is strapped to the chair and Ian starts to tighten the strap. Devin’s slut starts to blow him. Ian slowly increases the tension on the strap. The slut sucking Devin starts to deep throat Devin. Devin holds her head down until she starts to panic, and her face starts to turn red.

I got to warn you Devin, that if you snuff her before she volunteers, it is manslaughter in Oklahoma and there are plenty of witnesses, at least one of which will be a do-gooder and will report you. Is snuffing her really worth a year in jail or a fairly major fine?

With that, Devin lets her up to breathe for a moment, then starts face fucking the unnamed soon to be house slave. Ian tightens the strap a little more. Devon's wife's once porcelain face began to turn purple and splotchy, her lips sputtering, drool running down the corners of her mouth. Her eyelids spasmed, her left one closing haphazardly and the right one peeled open. If it weren’t for her guttural sounds and her hand instinctually clasping, one may have thought she was enjoying this. Ian was definitely enjoying this; with another rabid pull of the rope, he sealed the housewife's throat. Her head bucked, and her body went taut.

She doesn’t have much longer.

That’s OK, I don’t either. Finish her off as I cum!

A few moments later, Devin pulls back, and you can see the cum leaking from around his cock as he cums in his girl's mouth.  Ian has tightened the strap all the way down at this point.

The former wife tried to reach for the garrote, but was no longer able to control herself and began to thrash about in full panic. After about a minute like that, her struggles weakened and another minute later her body broke down into a long series of jerking movements and weak attempts to find a comfortable position. after another minute like that, she stops moving for a moment or two. Ian almost released her, but Mr. West stopped him. After another few moments, Mrs. Serrano's butt rises from the chair as she arches her back and every muscle in her body tenses in a hyper tight full-body cramp. After about thirty seconds like that, her body thuds hard back into the chair and her bladder empties.

O.k. Ian, she is gone, just hold her there for another minute or to be sure and then put her body with the other meat…

That’s good. Once we know she has snuffed it, let’s do the paperwork on this little cocksucking slut. She’s good enough to keep, at least for a little while.

Mr. West!

Yes, Mr. May, is it? What can I do for you?

The whore, Lexi my ex, is now over a fire pit, turning nicely brown, so it’s time that I put her bastard daughters on spikes.

OK, we can do that. Point them out to me.

They’re that bunch of topless sluts over in the shallow end of the pool, playing splash games. Figures they wouldn’t have the guts to go full nude, even when most of the sluts in the pool are. Worthless bits of trash. Should have sold them off long ago. If you get rough with them, be careful with the tall blonde, Lila. She needs to be able to be face fucked while she’s on a spike. I think I’ll tell her that I’ll save her if she gives a good enough blowjob. That might make her try harder as she bleeds out from her cunt being pierced by a steel spike.

During a capture, we don’t usually get rough, that’s why we have Tasers. The only time we get close to physical is when they run, and we miss with the first shot. So, are they going to expect us or not?

Well, I don’t think so. They don’t even know that their whore mother is a spit roast yet, they’ve been in the pool most of the day. Ungrateful sluts didn’t even get out to attend their grandfather’s eulogy, and I know they had been intimate, with him and in pairs and groups, I’ve seen the videos. That was when I decided to use their slut mouths the way they should be used. I mean, if they can blow their granddad, they can blow me. Should have started that earlier, but I was still in love with their bitch slut of a mother and I would rather not upset her back then. That was before I found out she was fucking her boss behind my back. After I found out, WELL… the whore is being roasted and her cunt bastard daughters are about to get spikes up their cunts. I’m sure that Emmett would agree that these sluts and their mother are snuff bait and should be snuffed anyway.

OK, Ian, Evan, Vicky, go get them. Just Taser them as fast as possible. Then zip tie them. Vicky, do the blood draws and tests, then start spiking them with Mistress Greene. There are seven of them and I only have 3 people to get them. They will be stunned, longed enough to spike the 1st three and get the next three under control. Do you have a preference to the last one? She might need to be tasered again.

Oh, Wendy, I guess. She is the shorter blonde. Dumb as a post. Only so-so at deep throat. Does good tongue work, though. Not good enough to keep her, I mean I’m not even keeping Lila, and she’s better than most porn stars. Wendy is another one of the gang bang babies. I swear, Lexi just loved being gang banged. I’m surprised that all she had was seven brats. And all singles, not a twin or triplets in the set. But she got pregnant damn near any time she got fucked, which is why she had 7 brats in a little less than 6 years. And why she’s given me 6 in 5 years. Pumped one out every 10 months, regular as clockwork. And she started early, she got knocked up damn near as soon as she was legal. And she never even thought about safe sex or any form of birth control, raw dog all the way.

Hey, are you all the May girls? Can we get a picture of you up against the wall here? Your stepdad asked for it.

Sure…

Well, that went down pretty easy. Of course, we will not be able to use that trick again, at least not near the pool. I suspect that it’s going to get harder and harder to capture girls as the day goes on, and the little sluts start to figure out who we are. Make sure you have plenty of reload cartridges for your Taser. Vicky, do the blood work and start spiking any that are green. Ian, come with me, we are going back to help Mike. He gets cranky when he doesn’t have enough helpers handy.

Mistress Greens, Vicky and Mr. May go to the pile of girls.

OK, Mr. May, do you want to watch us spike your stepdaughters?

Call me Spencer, and no, I’m not just watching, I want to help snuff the little cocksucking sluts.

OK, grab one and follow us.

Daddy! What’s going on?

Don’t “Daddy” me.

But what’s going on?

Well, I’m going to drive a steel spike up your well-used cunt. I know about the “club” you sneak off to Ally, with that fake I.D. of yours. Then one you’re properly seated on your new mount, you’ll bleed out over an hour and a half or so. Once you are through being used as a decoration for the party, you’ll be fed to wolves at the zoo.

Daddy, you can’t really want that for me? For all of us?

I’m SO happy about it, actually! At least you’ll be doing something useful for a change, even if you have to die to do it. First bit of good you’ll do for the world.

The May girl starts to thrash around and tries to escape.  Spencer knocks her out with a blow to the jaw.

Damn, now I’ve got to drag her to the spike, and she’ll most likely not even notice when it goes up her cunt.

Yah, that’s why I try to keep them awake. Some of them are docile, like this one. Which, thank you, sweetie.

Does that mean I’m a good girl?

You’re a very good girl. I’m still going to kill you nice and slow and painful, though. It’s better that way. I’ll put the spike up your pussy.

I don’t really want a spike up my pussy. If I’m a good girl, shouldn’t I be rewarded?

You are getting a reward dear, it’s not going up your ass, that’s a little better. Besides, sometimes the best thing a good girl can do is die very very slowly and painfully, so other people can be happy.

The girl, Amber May, gets a confused look on her face and seems to be thinking it over. Mistress Green puts her arms under the girl's shoulders and takes the opportunity to kick her legs out from under her. The young girl begins to wail and cry as Mistress Greene guides her down the short little spike.

IT HURTS!

Yes, dear, just like a girl like you deserves.

Anyway, Mr. May, your other stepdaughter will wake up when the spike pierces her, at least all the ones I’ve ever done have. Except one, and she might have been dead when she got spiked, her “boyfriend” choked her out before she went on the spike.

Well, that’s good. Wouldn’t want her to miss any of her snuff.

Three May girls are dragged or lead to the spikes. Spencer has some issues with keeping his stepdaughter upright and over the spike, but finally manages it, and she does, in fact, wake up when the spike goes into her cunt. Vicky and Mistress Greene easily do theirs, and start to head back for more girls; they grab two of them, including the tall blonde.

No! Wait, I get Lila, she’s the tall blonde. I’ve got something special in mind for her!

Vicky, Mistress Greene, and Spencer get three May girls, with Spencer getting Lila, leaving the last girl, Wendy, face down on the ground, moaning, with her arms tightly zip tied behind her back.

Wendy, we’ll be back for you soon.
OK Lila, if you’re a good girl, this might go easier for you. And by good girl I mean being a good cocksucker.

Yes, Daddy, I’ll suck your cock, just don’t spike me.

Well, you’re going to get spiked, but if you deep throat me, I might pull you off and take you to the St. Francis emergency room. I’ve heard that some girls have survived the spike if they get to the ER fast enough.

Please don’t spike me! I’m begging you. You always said I was your favorite little girl.

That’s because you have no gag reflect and were always so eager to show me new tricks you learned with your tongue when I came home from work.

See, I’m your favorite. I’ll blow you whenever you want. Or your friends, if that is what you want, I’ll be your little suck whore. Please don’t spike me!

By this time, Spencer has dragged Lila to the spike.

OK, stand still.

As he positioned Lila over the spike, she struggled. He backhanded her and told her to stand still. Reeling from the blow, Lila stopped moving long enough for Spencer to push her most of the way down her spike.

Ah! That hurts, please daddy, take me off! You can use my collage fund to pay for the ER, just take me off and get me there before it’s too late!
AHHHHHH

Yeah, scream all you like, let it all out, but just open your throat as you do, o.k. Hun. do a good job with those tongue tricks and I might take you off it again.

After a few more seconds, Lila managed to make herself stop screaming, wincing she managed to open her mouth and prepare her throat. Spencer unzipped and pushed his half hard cock into her mouth.

Lots of tongue action, get me hard so I can fuck your throat.

Lila's ministrations seemed to work because after a few minutes, Spencer grabbed her head and started to face fuck her. You could see her throat bulging as his cock entered it. Spencer continued his rape of his stepdaughter's throat for several minutes.

Damn, you’re good. I’m going to miss you. Even more than your slut mom. If she gave better head, she might be still alive, and you might not be on a spike, but her head was average at best. If she was any good at it, I might have ignored the fact that she was a slut that fucked any cock she could. Hold on, I’m about to cum!

Spencer grabbed Lila's head and pushed it farther down so that her nose was buried in his pubic hairs. He jerked a few times, then withdrew from his stepdaughters mouth.

That was good. Make sure you do that good for the rest of the men who come by today, o.k.? I’m going to tell the other guys that you are available for face fucking.

But Daddy, what about the ER??

I said “might,” but I’ve decided that your best use is to be a cocksucker and lawn ornament. Anyway, have a painful life… as long… or short as it may be.

But I’m your favorite daughter!

Stepdaughter, if you were a daughter, you wouldn’t be here today. I’ll bet I can get a cocksucker as good as you from the flock of teen sluts here today. Maybe more than once. I’ll bet there are plenty of fathers who want to sell off some of their daughters today. Perhaps I’ll get a MILF to replace your whore of a mother. Let her know what happened to your mom so she doesn’t act like a whore on me. Or I might let her be a good little cocksucking whore for me and then snuff her after a year or so and get a new one.

Daddy, Spencer, please, I’m begging you!

I know it’s not all your fault, it’s the way you were raised, but your mother was a free use whore who put out for any dick she found. And you don’t seem to be any better, I know about you and the football team. The world will be a better place without you in it, too many sluts as it is. I just wish I had trained you all better as girls… that, or snuffed you when you started going down the wrong path. … no, the former, I should take responsibility for my part of this. Either way, we are where we are and now you and your sisters have to be snuffed out for the good of society. Plus if I let you live I would be out a lot of cash the club and your grandpa are giving me to have you sex killed today, so it all works out in the end, you see?

Not, not for us.

Well, yah, I guess, but that’s the point.

Katherine Compton, Emanuella Gayosom, Ketria Baker, Teen Mistresses.

What can I do for you, young mistresses?

Well, we have a set of triplets that are Mr. Cook’s granddaughters that we would like to have some spikes driven up. We got them at a school sale. Seems that being a cheerleader in a school that did poorly in the basketball season isn’t the safest thing in the world. Of course, they are blonde ditzes, who else would be a cheerleader? We got them for four hundred each, tax-exempt because the sale was from a school, which qualifies as charity, quite a deal. The cheerleader sluts with bigger tits sold for even more money, of course, at least the ones that they didn’t just spit roast or give to the other team to be gang raped, then spit roasted at the victory party. Seems that being a cheerleader means you’re volunteering to be a slave or a roast. Which is why we didn’t try out for being a cheerleader and just took the one in four risk of being a mistress in training. At least Master Wagner either just sells you as a sex slave or gives you a painless snuff if you are one of the unlucky ones, being roasted alive seems so brutal. Not that cheerleaders don’t deserve some sort of brutal death, but that’s not for us.

So why are you selling them?

Lillian, Vivian, and Denise Thomas. Slaves to teen Mistress. — Lilly, Vivian, and Denise Thomas. Slaves to teen Mistresses.

The thrill of having a blonde cheerleader slut go down on you wears off when you realize you have to share your room with her and all of her food and clothing has to come out of your allowance. It might be worth it if they were any good at pussy lapping, but they are just so-so. We really can’t whore them out easily to make up the difference, too much competition from Dutch Hall for teen pussy, never mind the brothels and topless clubs. Thought about letting them dance at a club, but that comes with another set of issues, most of the clubs are a little wary of having dancers that look that young, even if they are legal. And the clubs that would take them, well, they would get snuffed in their first week, and I don’t think we would get paid for that. The contract would just be for renting them and snuffing would be allowed. Anyway, we hadn’t, you know, thought what buying them meant all the way through. You know, having to take care of a stupid cheerleader slave kind of made me appreciate my parents more. So, we didn’t have the heart to tell them they were being snuffed today so they will probably not like that, they were going to do it anyway though as slow and painful as possible… We would let them snuff it easy since this isn’t their fault, and we do like them, but Ms. Asher, our Slave Economics. teacher said that she wanted to see a recording of the deaths of the first slaves we snuff or have snuffed. She said she would dock 20pts. from the grade of anybody who made the death quick and/or painless, and would give 50 extra-credit points for the top 6 most painful kills. She said the point of mistress warrants isn’t to enable underground railroads or euthanasia technicians, and this was her way of helping us get over any squeamishness we might have… which… yah… She is probably right because I would totally have just gotten mine drunk and drowned her in her sleep if it weren’t for the docked points, and I think Emanuella actually may have bought some poison for hers… But Ms. Asher made this a “we” problem, which means now it’s a “they” problem. Just because a slave is nice doesn’t mean her life is worth more than 20pts. right? Right! Plus the money we will get for snuffing them out on the torture spikes… It’s far too much to pass up. Getting a hundred dollar profit each, without even counting their share value, is pretty sweet. Two and half shares of a pot worth twenty million will be a lot of money. Enough to cover their expenses and then some, by a bunch… who am I kidding, they only cost too much because even as mistresses our dads aren’t willing to give us real allowances, this kind of money will set us up for the next 20 years at least. Anyway, it seems like being spiked up the cunt would be a great way to get 50 extra credit points for snuffing blondes that you were tired of and who did not really have the body to be a good spit roast.

I think it’s a pretty good method. It’s efficient and passive and makes for a good display. I’m contemplating getting a couple of short spikes for my torture and execution room. Come on by some time and watch the goths in action. I’ll even let you watch one session for free. That’s a two hundred dollar freebie.

We’ll keep that in mind. Any way, they are those sluts over there wearing the white tops and pink shorts. Taser them, even if they don’t put up a fight. I’ve always wanted to see Lilly tasered, but you have to be twenty-one to buy a Taser, so I never got the chance.

We can do that. Vicky, Ian, go get them

Yes sir!

Lilly?

Yes?

<ZAP>

AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! ohWWWWWWW!!!!!!!
You fucker!! That hurts! What the hell! Why did you zap me!!!

Ian pushes the reenergize, sending even more jolts through the teen. Lilly jerks around on the ground some more.

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Please!! Y YOUR KILLING MEEEEE!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Ian goes to the hapless teen, rolls her over onto her stomach and then roughly zip ties her arms behind her back, then goes chasing after Vivian.

Vivian and Denise start to run as soon as Lilly is tasered and get out of range before either of the slavers can react to them running. Denise runs, trying to get away from Vicky. Vivian is roughly tackled by Ian and handed over to Mistress Greene. Lilly flops on the ground, trying to recover from her tasering.

Thank you, Ian, I can take her from here.

No problem, Mistress Greene. I’ll get the other one under control now.

um… can I have ice for my head?

No, of course not, you don’t need that.

Umm… Are you going to kill me?

Yes, I am. Very slowly and in a great deal of pain. Our guests will love it.

Tears well up in her eyes, her head spins, and she stumbles in place.

You say that like you like it.

Why, yes, I do. Little sluts like you need to be put in their place. And your place is on a spike for a few hours, then you are wolf food.

An involuntary gasp that turns into a small little coughing fit.

That’s so ugly.

Yes, I suppose it is, from your perspective, but to our guests you are a delicate piece of art being displayed. Now, let’s get those clothes off you.

Recovering from almost falling, she looks around like she is confused about where she is again.

My cloths off? My head hurts from when I fell, can I get some ice after I take my cloths off?

No. We don’t have time for that.

Oh… O.k. I’m sure you know what’s best.

She starts untying her shoes, as she slips them off and starts unbuttoning her shorts, she looks at Ms Greene confusedly.

Aren’t you going to take off yours too?

No, I’m not who this is for.

She nods. She slips out of her pants and starts fiddling with the knots on the overly complicated bikini top she is wearing as a bra, then she pauses for a moment.

But you’re so pretty, you should undress too so we can both enjoy touching each other, it’s not fair if I don’t get to touch you too while we fool around.

Despite tearing up earlier, she doesn't seem to remember why she is here now.

We aren’t going to fool around. I have something much more exciting for you.

A drop of blood works its way from her scalp to the side of her face, almost like a drop of sweat but red.

But why? You’re so pretty! Don’t you think I’m pretty?

Thank you, and I think you’re pretty too, but I must make you into art for our guests. You want to be art, don’t you?

Every so often, I overhear guys saying that my boobs and lips are art.

Well, your lips will be used while you are art, at least. Now come with me, or I will drag you there.

Do I have to pose?

Oh, you will be posed.

She walks with Mistress Greene, glancing up at her every once and again as they walk.

Umm, ma’am?

Yes?

It’s just, you don’t get to see many girls your age, and certainly not pretty ones like you. Are you a mistress?

Of course, I am. And you are a slave. Keep that in mind. I have the power here.

Oh, no! no, I’m not a slave! I’m a free girl, but maybe when my head stops spinning, I will think about being a mistress some day. Umm, ma’am, can I still be art even if I’m not a slave, or do I have to go? Because I was hoping to talk to you a little more?

I’m sorry, I have other slaves to make into art, I can’t stay with you. Some men and boys will come and use you, so you can talk to them.

Oh, ok, but can we at least make out a little when we get where we are walking to?

No. I have my own slaves for that.

The blood plops on to her almost overly perky right boob, followed by another about 15 seconds later and then another ten seconds later before becoming a regular drip drop every 6 or so seconds.

Please? It’s just, I have never seen anyone with red and gray swirled hair, like yours. I try to collect kisses from interesting people. I even kissed a black man once.

It looks like you will be bleeding from top and bottom when I make you into usable art. We are almost there.

People say I am a good kisser, did you know sometimes I overhear boys saying my lips are art?

Yes, you said that before. They will use your lips when you are art.

The line of blood actually looks fairly good on her, almost like henna but a bit brighter and more abstract. The way the drop line follows the line of her jaw-bone and emphases the swell of her almost perfectly round breast causes the blood to add to her beauty instead of distracting from it.

Ok, see the other slaves? They have been art pieces for 30 minutes or so. It’s time for you to join them. Now stand here, then kneel.

She goes to stand where Mistress Greene points but doesn't move…

Umm. Ms. Greene… I can’t kneel down.

Why Not?

There is a metal spike in the way. Can we move it?

That’s OK. It’s supposed to be there. Kneel on to the spike, or I will push you down on it.

But… Ms. Greene, if I kneel with the spike there, it will go up in side me…

Yes, it will, that will make you art. Now kneel before I make you do it.

It is… Wait, it just it’s just it looks long… Are you sure I can take all of that? like it looks way longer than anything I have put up there before?

I’m sure. Kneel slave.

Mistress Greene grabs her by the shoulders and starts to guide her down.

Kneel!

It is? O, oh, kaaa

She doesn't just collapse immediately, but she does let Ms Greene push her down. She isn't sure she could have stopped the mistress from pushing her down anyway. She is pushed halfway to kneeling. The spike starts to contact her cervix. When she gets about halfway down, she resists and stops.

No, all the way down, slut.

NOO TOO FAR, I’M FULL! STOP!

Ms. Greene pushed the concussed girl to her knees, the spike entering her abdominal cavity.

Owy owy owy owy owy OWWY OWWYYYYYYYY I don’t want to be art!
Please, I don’t want to be art anymore! take it out, please!

I’m sorry, that is your function in life now, I will not take you off.

But it hururrrtss!

Good.

The girl starts sobbing and crying. Ms Greene pushes her a little lower, then turns and walks away.

Noooo I’m not! I don’t want to be here!

Ms Greene turns and looks over her shoulder.

But yet, you will be here for the rest of your life.

The former cheerleader starts sobbing harder, which she continues to do until one of her older cousins comes by and sticks his dick past her artful lips and down her throat.

Kaylee Emmerson

Kaylee had walked away from the area where most of the, “action” was taking place. Kaylee understood why her dad had to go to the funeral, he was both a business acquaintance of the old bastard and also, somehow had formed a friendship with him. Kaylee was only there because this was her dad’s weekend with her, her mom having actually successfully gotten a divorce. The benefits of having a mom (Kaylee’s grandmother) who went to law night-school in the 90s… what Kaylee couldn’t understand is why they had to stay for this, “wake,” after the funeral ended. The pool looked fun and the other amenities at the club weren’t unappealing but… I mean… Didn’t her dad understand what this place looked like to her… There were women being displayed as they were killed everywhere… She can see from her place up on the hill that they were even starting to put girls on these weird short spikes as some sort of, “art,” display now. Some of them were even as young as her… Not a one looked over 20…. The girls didn’t look like they were dying, at least not any time soon… It was clearly just about causing pain. Her dad said she should enjoy herself… But how was she supposed to do that. If she put on her Bikini and got in the pool, someone would likely pressure her into sex and then who knows… There was probably some loophole she didn’t know about where she could be converted if a man orgasms around her too many times or something… It’s not like they let girls study “modern slave law”… Plus being around all those sluts backstab and degrade each other… Between the death and the bitches, she had started to feel a little queasy, so she decided to walk a bit and ended up a third of a mile away from all the excitement overlooking the, “party,” from her quiet spot on the hill overlooking the club’s, “quad.” Kaylee was just starting to think that maybe she would stay up here all day and maybe call one of her friends on her phone… Maybe if she gave him a hand job or something, her best boyfriend would figure out a way to use his magical penis powers to let her get out of here early, and they could go see a movie or something. She had heard good things about the most recent Marvel movie. Apparently, they finally managed to kill the Scarlet Witch and the actresses death scene was supposed to be spectacular… or her stunt double’s death scene anyway. Such were Kaylee’s thoughts when she saw something she definitely didn’t expect to see, an adorable blonde was running up the hill towards her at full speed. Kaylee watched to see what would happen when the blonde got to her when she saw something even less expected, the girl was being chased by another girl… another girl Kaylee knew. It was her former best… or maybe her best friend Vicky, “I thought Vicky was dead for sure… I haven’t seen her in like four months. If she is alive… Where has she been… And why didn’t the bitch answer any of my texts… I even called that slut! And nothing! She is really running… Huh… well, if they are all the way out here they must have had the same idea I did… I know Vicky was always pretty squeamish… She fainted every time we had to dissect anything in 4H… Even when the girls were dead before we started… Even that one time it was just a pig. They must be playing tag or something? Well, even if she is a frigid bitch who won’t call her friends back, I can’t let Vicky loss when I can do something about it. O.k. ready time it out and “GO!” Kaylee runs towards the blonde girls smiling a huge smile and just as the blonde sees her and starts to curve away, Kaylee jumps and slides, executing a soccer trip right into the fleeing blonde’s legs. The blonde goes tumbling and so does Kaylee… It wasn’t the most perfect trip, as Kaylee hadn’t actually played soccer since she was a little girl. The two girls impact hard and end up with them tangled up with each other and the blonde face planted squarely in Kaylee’s cleavage.

OWWW! what the hell! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!?

I got you slut!

No, no, no, don’t you get what you’ve done?

I mean, you’re about to be tagged or whatever.

The blonde starts desperately trying to untangle herself from Kaylee

There isn’t a point in trying to run now, may as well admit defeat and wait for the next round… maybe I will join in.

Kaylee sits limp, not at all helping the blond get untangled, though she does take the opportunity to playfully pull the girl’s hair and boop her nose. The blonde freezes for a moment, taken aback by Kaylee’s attitude and ability to miss read the situation and then starts struggling again. When the blonde girl meets Kaylee’s eyes, and she sees the emotion there and is taken aback, wondering if she misunderstood something. She looked past the blonde once more to make sure if she was mistaken about who was chasing after her… but no, it was Vicky.

Vicky arrives, panting, but yells BITCH! I'll get you for that! She raises her Taser and puts 4 darts in to Denise's back, then holds down the shock button. Making the hapless blonde twitch repeatedly. She then notices who tripped her. Kaylee? What are you doing here? Kaylee and Denise both scream and start convulsing as they are tangled up with each other.

g g g wh wh wh wh

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Vicky takes her finger off the shock button.

Kaylee, what are you doing here?

Kaylee takes a second to recover her wits.

ME? what are you talking about? what are YOU doing here…. I haven’t heard from you in like three months! You just fucking tasered me bitch… how am I the one who owns you an explanation!?!?

Sorry about hitting you with a pair of darts, but I wasn’t going to let Denise get away AGAIN.

Denise looks between the two friends, trying to decide if there is something she should do here.

Don’t make me shoot you again, I’ve got five more loads. Don’t fucking move.

With that, Vicky pulls the teen up and slaps a set of zip ties around her arms, pining the behind her back.

Whoa, wait, what is going on? I thought you guys were playing tag or something.

Help! She’s crazy… she just started chasing me with a taser, saying something about snuffing me for kissing a boy she likes!

Oh, no. Her owner sold her to the club for decorations. It’s my job to get her on a spike.

Wow! What?
Wait, Vick slow down
What’s going on?
Where have you been?
She looks as scared as a kitten in a pool.
She is shaking like a leaf in a hurricane!
Also… you just shot me with a taser, so I believe you owe me an explanation for why you ghosted me and what is going on?

I was converted, so my dad could get free cable. Spellbook Slaves bought me from Eastlake Cable. I’ve been there for a while now as a worker slave. And this bitch is a slave that was sold by her owner to the club. And the club wants to use her as a lawn decoration, and later wolf food.

Wait, really? But she’s like… she looks like she is our age.

I am, I go to Eastlake Prep School, you have to stop her!

Yeah, she was a cheerleader at Eastlake Prep School. The basketball team didn’t do well, so they sold off some of the cheerleading squad.

Kaylee is not unconcerned, but she is beginning to have doubts about the blonde's story

Don’t make me shoot you again, bitch. I mean it. If she had a little more meat on her bones, she would have been a spit roast.

Vicky is a pretty girl, but she has always been pretty shy when it comes to boys and doing anything romantic… She couldn't see Vicky trying to steal the blonde girl's guy… But she also couldn't see Vicky capturing slaves and putting them on death spikes, so maybe anything is possible?

So… if she is a slave, why was she converted? Did she like to shoplift from the gift shop or cheat at golf or something?

The losing team’s cheerleaders have a rough life.

No! I didn’t I promise!

The club has cheerleaders?

No, Eastlake Prep School basketball team had a losing season. The school was not impressed and decided that it was because the cheerleaders showed a lack of school spirit and sold a few each time they lost a game. In addition to the ones they spit at the after-game roasts. She was bought by a young mistress as her starter slave. Seems that there is a good cash reward for snuffing her type today.

It’s not fair! I literally did eight backflips into a triple front flip off a trampoline during that game!

And they still lost. I kept up because I had a sort of friend on the team.

O.k. say I believe that… How are YOU here?

Who’s your friend? maybe I know them?

Oh, Spellbook Slaves is doing the conversion and snuffing for this shindig. I came because my owner said for me to. Kelly, if it matters, bitch…

Right, but I mean… if your dad sold you for free cable… no offense but… Why aren’t you soup?

Mr. West likes me. That’s all I know. Well, plus it seems I give wonderful blowjobs. That’s always a good thing for a slave. Keeps them alive longer.

Wait… you know Kelly? I was just at her baptism just before I was sold… We are really close… Maybe you could do me a favor.

Shhh, we will talk about you in a minute. I’m trying to catch up with my friend.
YOU GIVE BLOWJOBS NOW?!?

Not the girl, Kelly. Kelly H, the boy.
Of course, I do. It’s that or get snuffed. Or sold, which might be worse.

The last time I saw you, you literally spilled a full bucket of popcorn all over yourself when you tried to cop a feel of Mark’s dick in that movie theater… Since when can you handle touching a man’s privates? I guess what they say about slaves and motivational improvements?

It’s remarkable what the threat of being snuffed will do to your skills.

I’m actually a little sad about that.

Oh?

I mean… It was nicer thinking that guys were just full of shit about slavery improving us, you know? … I think it is pretty shit.

I think it is pretty shit.

Nobody cares what you think, slut. It’s get better at what your master likes, or have a really terrible day. Seems bitch here can’t do the nasty on her mistress very well, so she’s getting sold off, so she can buy a real sex slave.

So you really are, like, a slaver now?

Well, not really. Like I said, I’m a worker slave for a slaver. Not quite the same thing. If someone offered Mr. West enough money, well, I’d be soup, like you said.

Huh? I wouldn’t have thought… umm… and

Kaylee points at the blonde.

What is your name?

Denise

I got it. You’re a work slave that enslaves other girls, and Denise really is a slave.

Right. She was the private property of Katherine Compton, I think. Katherine also goes to Eastlake Prep School, but was a mitten, now a full mistress, so she doesn’t mix with the rest of the students much, plus she was a year ahead of me.

And Denise gets to be a sex slave?

Nooo, you aren’t good enough at sex for that apparently, and you’re a little material girl that your owner says costs too much to keep up with.

Cost too much?!?!?! As if! I ate school food!!! The only money I cost was toilet paper and water! She hasn’t even given me any cloths! we were wearing these at cheer practice when I was sold!

Not my problem. Any way, let’s take you down where you belong. Kaylee and I can catch up once you’re on a spike.

While Vicky, Kaylee, and Denise are talking, Mistress Greene and Ian are spiking Lilly, Denise’s sister.

By the time Ian came back, Lilly had managed to inchworm herself to a picnic table, where a large watermelon was waiting to be cut. Lilly was trying to figure out how to get herself off the ground and into a position to reach the knife and free herself.

Oh, no, you don’t bitch. Lay down, or I’ll fucking zap your little blonde ass again.

Come on, man, let me out of these things! I didn’t do anything to no-one, mister! I’m a good salve girl, promise!

Well, your owner sold you to be made into lawn art, so, no, I can’t take them off you.

Lilly struggles around on the ground trying to figure out how to get up

Don’t make me zap you again. Just lie there.

NO! NO! That’s not fair! After all I did for that bitch! I was lady-and-the-tramping that unlikable bitch! SHE CANT DO THIS TO ME!

she starts rolling away from you like a log down a hill, trying to get away as fast as she can. She also looks competently ridiculous, but Lilly was never amazing at self reflection and this certainly wasn't the time to practice anyway.

Ian puts another set of dart into Lilly.

Happy now?”

AAAAAAAAAAAA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The attractive teen flopped around like a fish for the third time that day

PLEASE STOPPPPP!!!!

Then stay fucking still, cunt.

Where are you going to take me? What did you do to my sisters?

Well, I gave one to Mistress Greene, who is making lawn art out of her, and the other ran away. My slave partner is chasing her now.

What… do… you mean by lawn art???

You know, art, on a lawn. It’s all the rage to make teen sluts into lawn art right now. Too bad, it’s a painful thing for you. But after it’s over, they don’t complain.

So… It’s just a temporary thing? like getting tattoos and being displayed in bondage or something?

Well, you will only need to worry about it for about an hour. Then you get a free trip to the zoo.

Ian Pulls the teen to her feet

I… You didn’t answer me though, you’re saying I just have to be lawn art for about an hour, and then I get to go to the zoo if I want after?

Oh, no, you don’t have a choice, you will go to the zoo. The wolf park in particular.

She lets Ian put her on her feet.

Why is it painful, is there body mod stuff involved?

Well, sort of.

I mean… It could be worse… Even if I have like a limb cut off, at least I will be alive, I guess… But I don’t understand what the zoo connection is. What is that about? I mean… It could be worse… Are we on display there after here, and won’t that be inconvenient for our owners? I mean, mine can drive but her two friends who own my sisters can’t yet… how does that work?

Well, once Mistress Greene is done with your sister, she will explain it all to you.

Lilly tries to make herself look as demure and alluring as possible, and leans back, so her back is pushed up against Ian's chest and stomach, and then she tilts her neck to look straight up into his eyes…

Oh, you will get some dick, alright. That’s part of the art. Do you have a gag reflex? It might be important later today.

I… Think so… Every so often, I even throw up a little when brushing my tongue…

Oh, that’s too bad.

But if I am being honest… Those weren’t the lips I was hoping you would part…
Why too bad?

Well, a long thing is going up your other lips.
And it’s too bad because men are going to want to use you that way.

Lilly starts trying to unbutton Ian's buttons with her hands which are zip tied right at crotch level or at least Ian's crotch level… Or at least she can make it be if she stretches enough

Hey… what are you doing down there?

Having gotten the button undone, she starts unzipping the zipper

I don’t know if we have time for that. This is work for me.

Nah, don’t worry about it, I will do all the work, promise.

Parting Ian's pants a bit so that there is just your underwear between Ian and her shorts, she grinds up against Ian a bit

Hmmmm yes, that feels like there is something nice in there for me.

Ian pushes the teen over a table and cuts her shorts and panties off.

OK, you want some dick? You get some dick.

YAY! THANK YOU, MR. SLAVE ARTIST!

Ian jacks himself a few times to make him fully erect, then holds Lilly down and roughly enters her

Take that cunt!

Careful, CAREFUL, I haven’t done this before. … Please.

Lilly smiles back at him, her bright blue eyes full of hope and fear and gratefulness and if you were very good at looking into someone's eyes, you might even find the under current of needy hunger for physical intimacy that has been denied her, her entire life. Lilly really hoped Ian would let this be something they would both enjoy.

Like your first time matters. What matters is me. You are disposable trash. I deal with your kind every day…

Ian pushed himself then Hard into the teen, and held himself there for a few seconds, before trying to start rocking in and out again. Ian isn't as experienced at sex as he often implies and doesn't know that lubrication is for both her AND his pleasure or how to ease into sex.
Lilly's hymen is obliterated, and she starts to bleed rather heavily… which is actually lucky since it provides some much-needed lubrication.

Take my cock in your cunt. That’s all you are, a cock sleeve.

ah! oh, Ummmm AH! Gah, OH! wait, I AH! o.k. o.k. o.k.

Lilly starts trying to take control of things a bit, the guy wasn't as big as the dicks she had gotten to feel up during that one party where she had to try to guess who was who by how their shlongs felt, but he had what seemed like enough that he should probably be able to get the job done if they used it right. Lillian starts moving with Ian in order to catch a beat and reduce the rough pounding, before trying out an actual sex move they had been taught about in school. Lilly tried moving all the way to the base of Ian's shaft and then staying with his thrusts so that he wouldn't come out. Once she got that going, she tried moving her abs and hips like a wave to try to massage him from the inside. She hadn't ever tried… Well, actually any sex move on a real dick before, so she waited a moment just doing this same action for a good 40 seconds to see how her lover and capturer would react.

Ah, that’s it, fuck me back. I love it when a slut fucks back. Oh, that’s good. You must have done this a lot, you little whore. Ah, yeah, do that some more.
You are a good little cock sleeve, it’s too bad what’s going to happen to you. Wish I could keep you around, but I can’t afford you.

You’re… you’re my first, actually.

You’re a natural whore, then. The best I’ve had this week, maybe longer.

I bet a man like you could afford me, I got bought for pennies and my mistress is but a teen mistress on an allowance, I bet she would let you buy me.

Oh, she sold you. You’re worth thousands, maybe tens of thousands, today.

She changes to another move she found on TikTok, she slows down the humping to nearly stopped and then moves her hips on his dick to spell her name in cursive with her vagina using Ian's dick as the pen.

Oh, that’s good. You must have practiced that a lot on those jocks you fucked as a cheerleader.

Lillian dots the eye with a HEAVY full length in & out before going back to write the next word

I saw it on TikTok, again other than a few hand jobs at this one party, I haven’t even touched a dick before. Why do you say I am worth thousands?

Well, your granddad’s estate is paying a lot to make you into art.

Oh… I’m not worth thousands? Let’s see about that.

She kicks the table, knocking them both over with Ian still inside her, she grunts hard when she lands on top of Ian… She might have a bruise on her cervix, but she grits her teeth and kicks the ground to spin herself around on Ian's dick, Lilly leans down over Ian, pressing her breasts into Ian's chest. She starts humping madly at the slaver as Lilly leans down to kiss Ian full on the mouth.

What are you doing? I’m supposed to be in charge. The girl on top is wrong!

I wonder if Mistress Greene would get mad if I choked you out? Not all the way, of course

Ian puts his hands around the teen's neck

OK bitch, you want to be on top, let’s see how you do when you can’t breathe anymore…

Huh? what do you mean?

Ian tightens his hand on her neck, cutting off her airway

Oh, yeah… Should have started this way! Little cunt!! Sex starved whore!!!

Lilly's eyes go wide and her fucking stalls for a moment as she and her mind real in sudden fear, her body shook all over as a powerful chill, travels up and down her spine. but then Lilly shook her head and refocuses herself.

Gnnnahh!

Lilly looked at Ian with a determined look, she wanted to feel what a real orgasm is, and she wanted to make this man happy enough to cum inside her just like all the women she looks up to have made guys do, like her mom, and like her teachers and like those five women who are still in congress. She is going to make a man cum in her, just like all those important girls have. Plus… she has to admit… being choked is somehow not making this feel worse. Lilly starts my waggling her hips and then quickly starts humping Ian in earnest, she can't do those long languid deep strokes she had always imagined with him, but would she have had time to try that anyway now that she couldn't breathe? She starts jack hammering him as quick as she can, while at the same time she bears down with her vagina muscles (she never bothered to memorize the name in school because anatomy is boring and stupid). Lilly even did her best to give a little circular hola hoop actions with her hips at the end of every second or third down stroke… She mostly succeeded in keeping a regular tempo, but this was new to her and the choking was a real added challenge.

Ian tightened his grip on Lilly for a second, then as he felt himself about to cum, he let go and grabbed her hips and pushed her down.

AH GONNA CUM IN YOU WHORE!

YES, DADDY!!!

Lilly screams. and then leans forward, letting her hips squeeze into Ian, pushing her breasts into his chest again and once again pressing their lips together, doing her best to push her tongue into his mouth so she can tempt his into hers

Ian shoves his tongue into Lilly's mouth.

Damn, it’s too bad she’s getting snuffed. I may have to rethink this whole girl on top is wrong thing…

Lilly moans and starts to melt into him

Come on daddy, just another minute or two… I’m SOOOOO CLOSSSSEEEE!!!!

Ian keeps moving in an out of her, getting closer and closer to cumming in the teen. Lilly starts to move her body in little waves, doing her best to rub Ian against her G spot without actually pulling him out of her at all since he seems to want to keep himself tucked up inside of her all snug and tight

God, I wish I could use my hands

Oh, yeah, whore, keep doing that. You’re such a cock – loving whore. Push your cunt on my cock.

Lilly tries rubbing Ian's thighs and calves with hers, focussing on rubbing against him with her chest and legs, and she works her abs and tickles on his dick. she does this rhythmically enough that she is still getting stimulated internally. She breaks the kiss for a moment

My clit… Gasp please… or my breasts, please… Play with them please, OH GOD!

Gasping deep inhale and then Lilly dives back into Ian's mouth. Ian grabs the teen's nipples and twists them, then releases them, then twists them again, repeating several times. EEEP a shutter runs down Lilly's body, and she smashes into him and freezes for a moment she comes up for air once more.

A little lighter… Maybe… suck on one?

Bitch, I want to twist your nipples, not suck on them like a baby.

She intertwines their legs for added leverage now and starts humping him hard against the anterior wall of her vagina really forcing a lot of friction and fast motion and then squeezes! PLEASE SUCK!!! She then goes back in for one final passionate deep kiss

Now do that thing with our cunt more… I want to cum in your tight blonde cheerleader twat.

Ian violently twists her nipples.
Lilly breaks the kiss

NO! PLEASE, I AM SO CLOSE! Please let me cum, daddy Ian! please!

I don’t care if you cum or not, whore. What matters is that I cum in you….. Ah….Ahhhh….. AHHHHH!!

Ian holds her down while he jack-hammers into her, spraying cum in to her. She grinds herself into him. She WILL CUM whether he wants to help her or not. She jack-hammers into him in return, making sure to jab her pleasure button in each thrust, doubling the force of the impact. She starts to feel like she is upside-down and lost in space all at once

AAA AAHHH EEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

After Ian finishes cumming in her twat, he reaches up and twists her nipples one more time…

OH! GODS WHAT WERE HO HO HO GODS!!!!!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!

She crashes into him three two more times, then three more, then three more again. She holds herself against him and him in her tight, as tight as she can. After a minute, she begins to breathe, and a few seconds after that she melts against him, laying her head on his chest.

Bitch, get off me. I’m done with your cock sleeve.

Was it good for you? I hope it was good for you? You were amazing.

I hope you two are quite done now. I have things to do to this slut.

Oh, how long have you been there, Mistress Greene?

Long enough. Now cut her top off and give her to me.

Wait… Ian, don’t you want to give another thought to buying me? See how good I was? I bet that was the best you have had, like, all year?

She rubs their faces, still not having gotten off of Ian. She jiggles her butt.

Your little man seems like he is still pretty happy where he is

I’m sorry, but I can’t. You need to go with her now.

Young love is such a tedious thing. Get off him slut so I can make you art, like your sister.

Lilly pouts and starts getting up off of Ian.

What kind of art? Ian didn’t say, he just said that it was only a one-hour gig and that it might involve a little body mod, but after words I would still get to have fun at the zoo… For some reason. So what are we doing to make this art that is worth thousands of dollars? Because I have to say now that part of the process was making me into a woman… which I am totally going to hold over my sister’s heads btw, I am feeling more magnanimous about this art stuff.

Oh, he didn’t tell you? Well, I’m going to shove you down on a steel spike and let you bleed out over an hour or so. Then your body will be made into wolf food.

Lilly just stares at Mistress Greene for a few seconds, trying to tell if she was joking… She sees steel behind Ms. Greene's eyes. Lilly does what she has always done when something scares her.

Lilly headbutts Ms. Greene right in the nose as hard as she can and then turns and starts running. She really hopes that Ian is too fucked out to stop her, as she attempts to jump over him as he is starting to get up off the ground.

Ian rolls over, takes aim with his taser and takes the fleeing teen down with a single max range shot.

GAAAAAAGAAAHHHHGAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhh!

Bitch. I’m tired of running bitches.

She freezes mid-stride and flies through the air for a moment in a ridiculous convulsed pose before landing and immediately face planting hard in the grass

Ian pushes the button a few more times

She twitches violently with each new shock, her body settling into a more natural set of pained convulsions between them before being violently thrown into a new set of pained horror with each button push.

You had to ruin it by running.

Gggahhhh st stoopppp pleeeeeeese. You, how can you let her do this?
I know you liked what I did for you. I saw it in your eyes. You never had a girl help you like that

Ian holds the button down for a few seconds then lets up

ggggggaaahhhH!!!!!!! nnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnooooooo Noooo st stooowwwy owwwy oooooowwwwyyy!

It was the same for me, you’re a man, you can do anything. Take me home with you, I will do anything you want. Don’t make me die!

Cunt. I can get another one just like you tomorrow. You’re disposable trash.

You so totally can not! I won the state single cheer competition. I am literally the best high-school cheerleader in the state at single person cheering. I can’t be killed by some random old bitch, shouldn’t a man at least get to snuff me? Someone big and strong like you? I know you liked choking me.

Lilly stretches out her long neck in what she hopes is an alluring way

Not my job, Now if you wanted to be hung, or have a spit run through you, I can do that, but your owner sold you to be spiked, so that is what happens to you. Now go be lawn art, like your owner wanted.

Make me

Lilly sticks out her tongue and turns her head away.

Mistress Greene reaches over and grabs the teen, putting her in a joint lock, I've had enough of you, you will come with me.

Nu huh! Lilly stamps her foot and tries going boneless, because of the arm lock she ends up kneeling on the ground but still not moving

I said, COME WITH ME! The mistress yanks her off the ground.

People always call me the bitchy one, but it’s not fair, I’m not a bitch because I don’t want a rando on the street to rape me or because I’m not just letting myself get spited AAAHHH!!! I SAID MAKE ME, If you can’t lift me it looks like Ian is going to have to help you do it and then at least I will have been snuffed by a man

She sticks her tongue out at Mistress Greene

I’ll come help her drive a spike up your whore cunt, if that will shut your whore mouth. And then, when we’re done, I’ll fuck your throat…

It won’t shut me up, but there is no way Ms Greene here is even capable of spiking me on her own, so at least I get to lord that over her for the next hour. Bet you thought this would be easy, I bet you get why they told you just to taser me first now! You know we could have had something Ian, your dick might be a small, but you’re really good at using it. We could have had fun.

Too bad you’re just a cock sleeve. After you Mistress.

Vicky and Kaylee discuss Denise’s use as a sex slave and take advantage of the young teen.

So if Denise is a sex slave… do you think I could make out with her a bit? Maybe just for a minute or two before we walk her down to the spikes?

Hey!

Sure, but I would rather not keep Mistress Greene waiting too long. Don’t want her mad at me.

Do I get a say about this?

No, you don’t. That’s what being a slave is all about. Trust me, I know all about that.

Kaylee gently pulls Denise's head over in her direction.

I would have gotten away if only…

Do you know what happens to runaway slaves? Their whole family gets converted, maybe snuffed.

Shhh no, no, that’s not what that tongue is for anymore… Why don’t you show me what it can do?

Even the young ones go to a state home.

It is unclear what Denis's reaction would have been, as Kaylee had her tongue fully in Denis's mouth by then.

I’ve been told she’s not very good at it. Don’t be disappointed. And when did you get into girls?

Despite Denis's fear and insecurity about her situation, the girls' sex ed training kicks in, and she plays a very competent game of tonsil hockey with Kaylee. After a minute, Kaylee comes up for air… I wonder if she is really that bad in bed, she is quite a good kisser. Kaylee dives back in once more. After another couple of minutes, Kaylee breaks the kiss.

I really do like blonde girls.

Don’t know, but we really don’t have time to fully find out. I see that Ms Greene has already spiked one of the other skinny ass blondes.

Almost as good as black-haired guys and redheaded girls.

NO, WAIT, let me get you off!

It’s really not up to me… it sounds like you need to get going.

Well, if you like blondes, we get over a dozen a week. Come by and take your pick. I’ll even arrange for you to have a discount. Or you can keep sucking face with her once she’s stuck on a spike.

You really have forgotten what It’s like in the real world. I was going to ask if you don’t mind if I walk with you for a bit so we can catch up?

“Snort” I live in the real world for girls now. It’s just a matter of time for you. Sure, I’d love that.

GASP! DON’T SAY THAT! I am dying of old age with a gaggle of great grandkids around me including my five male boy men sons holding my hand

I didn’t think I’d be a slave either, but the cable company still has that offer. How much football does your dad watch? Think he might want it for free?

Pft, my dad isn’t into sports ball. Besides, I only live with my dad every other weekend.

Or your mom and her pay per view “ladies movies” then.

Dad would have to remember I existed when I am not with him for him to find the time to enslave me, and mom would never enslave me.

Either of them can make you a slave as soon as they want to. I see it every day. Several times a day on weekends.

I try to keep him as distracted as possible, one way or the other when I see him. why would mom want to enslave me?

Do you blow him? That will keep him distracted.

Yah, why would her mom want to enslave her? She is great. She is pretty and skilled and oh so merciful.

I have no clue why your mom would enslave you. Having a bad day at the office. Maybe, I’ve seen worse reasons. And shut up, Denise. I still have 5 shots and a reload.

You know I blow him… Didn’t I try to get you to blow him… If I recall correctly, once you finally did get his dick down your throat, you threw up…. I can’t believe you’re an actual living slave that is good at being a slave… when I didn’t hear from you, I figured someone used you to make stew or something, little miss ox-tail. Hey, no reason to be mad at Denise for saying things that are true about the pretty and benevolent genius that is me.

Yah, yah, I know, I was the picture of Oxtail-girl soup in my school’s cookbook last year. You’re not ready to let me live that down yet? If I get sold, it will probably be to a gay sex club, where I’ll get fucked in the ass and have gay cocks shoved down my throat. That, or yes to a restaurant that specializes in soup, like a hotpot or Pho place. That happens a lot, but usually, they get their meat from Hill’s.

I mean, Denice, I can’t get you out of anything though… plus… like… I wouldn’t unless maybe you could somehow get your owner to give you and maybe… I don’t know, 2 of your relatives to me as slaves… For free… Unconditional slaves yah… If you can somehow get two of your relatives to be my slaves for free, I will try my very hardest to get you out of whatever is about to happen to you

Well, she did run…

Kaylee cuts Vicky off before she can finish what she was saying and gives her a look. Kaylee looks at the girl seriously but doing her best to look earnest, seeing what she will say.

I’ll be your slave! I have four sisters that mom doesn’t really like, I’ll bet we can get her to convert some of them for you. Please make me your slave!!

You forget about the trust fund and the fact that you’re worth thousands, maybe tens of thousands, dead today.

Maybe, maybe, one thing at a time, if you can get two of your relatives to be my slaves for free, whether they volunteer or their parents give them to me, I will do my best.

Mom has money! She can pay off that bitch.

SHhhhhhh focus. Your mom can’t pay off anyone right now.
Do you think you have any relatives who would do that?
We are talking about people who might volunteer for you.
Or who might voluntold someone else for you.
Or who maybe actually wants to be a slave and needs an excuse.
Do you know any girls like that?

Kaylee winks at Vicky

I don’t know. But my mom and dad are here today, they might help get my sisters to you. And pay the bitch her money.

You are assuming that your dad hasn’t snuffed your mom and the rest of your family. Lots of money in that today.

Vick, do we have time to go check to see if Denis’s mom might give me her sisters? Denise, your parents really like you that much more than your sisters?

Yes! I was their favorite!

Then why didn’t the buy you and make your SINO then?

O.k. I mean, if it won’t put you in any danger, I would love to go ask… I mean Ms. Greene doesn’t lose anything and if she says no, neither do I, so it doesn’t hurt to ask, does it?

Well, maybe. She’s a bit weird. She likes to tease and torment the girls she’s killing, so she might like to see what her family would do.

Mistress Greene and Ian finish spiking Lilly

Thank you, Ian, let’s take this bitch and treat her like she deserves.

Yeah, she’s starting to bother me more than most. I mean she’s a good fuck, but meh, good fucks are really common now.

Well, I guess to men, but I’ve found that finding a young lady who is any good at the oral arts takes some time. I may have higher standards than a teenage boy. In fact, I’m sure I do. No offense.

You don’t have to be mean about it.

Being mean is my job.

But not to men…

She is mean, your both mean. Mean and cruel and dumb.

Did we ask for your input, slut?

How can you do this? You were just inside me, you took my virginity, we did the most intimate thing possible, you were in me, part of me. How can you let some death spike take your place when you could take me for yourself? I know that was the best fuck you have ever had, we could do that every day! Wouldn’t that be amazing?

I didn’t say you were the best fuck I’ve ever had, you were the best fuck I’ve had this week. And it’s still early in the week. We might get a trained sex slave in that I get to help break in. And I know an untrained teen like yourself would be close to useless. It would take weeks to train you to be even marginal, weeks, I’m afraid, you don’t have.

Lilly kicks Ian in the chest

Bitch.

Liar, I know no one has fucked you like that, you didn’t even know girls COULD be on top

I wasn’t 100% on spiking you, now I am.

Oh, please, it didn’t hurt

And if you can’t fuck with a man on top or man behind, you can’t fuck.

I can fuck you anywhere, but I wanted to make an impression, and I did.
Why should my first time only be a first time for me, now it was a first for both of us?

So? Your owner was so unimpressed with your skills, she sold you to be snuffed and feed to the wolves.

Besides, if a trained sex slave is only a little better than me, imagine how amazing I will be once you train me.

Look, we already know your family isn’t going to pay to have you saved, so why bother thinking about what might have been? And trained sex slaves are a lot better than you.

Oh please, I could be Cat Beggings in 2012 after getting sex lessons from a Kama Sutra master and my mistress would still have sold me for what they are giving her today.

You’re a disposable cock sleeve. And it’s time to dispose of you.

Lilly screams and flails about
She high kicks Mistress Greene in the face

Ian tasers Lilly yet again.

Lilly convulses, only remaining upright because she is being carried by Ian

You are sorely taxing my patience, if it wasn’t a requirement that you be spiked, I would just cut your throat now. I’m almost ready to take the pay docking to just shut your pathetic slave mouth permanently. Ian, hold this… thing… for a moment.

Mistress Greene produces a dagger from somewhere in her corset.

Look, don’t do that. I’m not a rich mistress at a country club, I’ve got bills to pay, I can’t afford a pay dock. Not after last week.

What if I made it up to you or asked Mr. West to not dock you, saying it wasn’t your fault…

I don’t know. Mr. West is pretty hide bound when it comes to the rules.

Lilly tries to freeze when she sees the knife, but her body is still shaking and jittering from the shock

Please no, I…

Mistress Greene places the tip of the dagger under Lilly's throat.

It would be so easy… And faster for you, which is a pity.

I’m too young, and I have worked so hard. I, I am literally the best non-flyer cheerleader in the state under collage age…

Sell me to a football team or or… I don’t want to die.

That’s too bad. It’s your time, and it’s the place for you to die.

Tears start falling from her Lilly's… finally
Please, she starts whispering. Please

Ian, bring her along.

Mistress Greene makes a small nick in Lilly's chin. The dagger goes somewhere in her corset. Lilly gasps

Not not my face please

Oh, not the face? I might carve the club symbol on your cheeks once we get you on a spike. Now bring her along.

I’ll hold her head steady while you cut her.

Lilly sobs

Mistress Greene turns a starts to walk to the spikes. Ian drags Lilly along.

No, please. I don’t want to die. At least not this way. Please, just hang me or cut off my head, don’t spike me and don’t cut up my face.

Currently, the only question is if I cut my signet on your forehead before or after we spike you. I am cutting you, you have made that obvious that I need to do that.

Like I said, I’ll hold her head steady while you carve up her slut head. Why don’t you cut some holes in her cheeks? I mean big enough to fuck. I’d like to fuck her that way, after she’s on a spike

No sense in getting carried away with my blood art on her face.

Well, OK, just a passing thought

Of course, a teenage boy would mainly think about fucking a slut. You lack the subtly of punishment that you get as an elder.

No reason to be catty. I’ve got, you know, that hormone thing to deal with.

Yeah, maybe you do. Keep in your pants until we get her spiked, then, certainly, skull fuck her, as the saying goes.

You are so wise.

Don’t get smart. I’m sure if I ask Mr. West nicely, I might get to punish you a bit. It’s been years since I punished a young stud.

Hearing this byplay, Lilly redoubles her attempt to escape from Ian's grip.  Ian sighs and hit the blonde with another stunning jolt from the taser.  Lilly collapses into Ian's arms.

We may have to just drag her to the spikes. She doesn’t seem like we can frog march her there.

Well, drag her ass over to the nearest spike. We will skip the placement that we have been using.

Lilly is dragged by Ian to the nearest spike.  She is  positioned over it.

Want me to pain zap her to wake her up before we spike her?

No, the spike penetrating her cervix into her uterus should wake her up enough.

OK. But I’d like to zap the bitch.

Do that after violating her mouth as a parting gift.

Lilly is pushed down on to the spike.  After about ten inches has entered her, she jerks and screams.

AAHHHHHHHHH! MY GOD, TAKE IT OUT!

See, I told you she would regain her senses.

The sadistic mistress continues to push the young, hapless teen down on to the spike.

AHHHHH IT HURTS. STOP, PLEASE STOP!!!

In response, Mistress Greene shoves her farther down, far enough that the teen is forced to her knees.

Ah, that will do. That’s how I’d like to put all these bitches.

Ah, I got to ask you, what is your day job?

Well, it’s more of a night job, but I’m the designated flogger at several of the clubs in town. Include some clubs where the victims are free women. It’s too bad I’m not allowed to go beyond flogging the little girls who think they are being so edgy by dancing in a club. Hold her head now.

Oh, you really are going to carve your initials into her?

Mistress Greene's signet ring — Mistress Greene’s signet ring

Not my initials, my signet, which, while related, not quite the same thing. See, look at my ring, it has on it.

That’s pretty complex. Can you put that on her?

Of course. She’s not the first. Granted, I normally put it on a shoulder blade of a personal slave, but her forehead will do for this. And one lady who wanted to feel like a slave. I understand her boyfriend converted her, then sold her to The Torture Channel a few months later. It’s too bad I found out about that too late. She was already marked, she would have made a fine addition to my slave stable.

Ian holds Lilly's head steady from the back.  Mistree Greene produces her dagger from wherever it is hidden in the rear of her corset and starts to move towards her victim.

NOOOO, PLEASE TAKE ME OFF! DON’T CUT MY FACE!

Oh, it’s far too late for that. You have managed to piss me off. I’m just sorry I can’t nick your artery and make you bleed out faster. Well, to be honest, I’m not sure about that. You’re dead either way, and the spike will keep you in pain until the very end. Now hold her tight.

Ian holds Lilly tightly. Mistress Greene, using just the tip of her dagger, carves an ornate M into the teen's forehead.

AHHHHH, PLEASE DON’T CUT ME. PLEASE, OH GOD, DON’T CUT ME!!!

Mistress Greene produces a black handkerchief from somewhere behind her back, and cleans the blood from the teen's forehead, and examines her work.  She touches up part of a stem of the M.

Well, we about a third done now.

AHHHHH, PLEASE STOP!!!

I’m amazed that she even feels this. Push her down a little more.

Ian follows Ms Greene's instructions and pushes Lilly down another inch.

AHHHHH! PLEASE STOP!

Ah, that’s better. Hold her head steady again.

With that, she starts to engrave an ornate G over the M.

AHHHHH!

Seems like her face is more sensitive than I expected.

Ms. Greene finished the G.

OK, only the border left to do. I think I’ll do the square version, all things considered.

She blots the blood from Lilly, then cuts a square around the signet.  Once done with that, she adds some detail work to each of the corners of the square.

It’s too bad I don’t have any salt water with me. Dripping it on open wounds always makes for such lovely noises.

Ohh, please stop, I’ll do anything, just take me off this…

Ian, please push her down as far as she will go, and we are done here.

The handkerchief and dagger return to their hiding place.

OK. I really need to get back to Mr. West. I’ll come back when I’m free to use her mouth. She’s thrashing around too much for that to be safe right now.

And I thought that Sheila was bad. She could have Faith and the rest take lessons from this bitch. Need to be polite around her. While I’m fairly sure Mr. West will not have her punish me, I don’t want to risk it, even if it’s not fatal. Ian thought as he returns to his boss.

Kaylee and Vicky discuss talking to Mistress Greene after seeing the spiking and cutting of Lilly’s head.

Kaylee, Vicky, and Denise watch Ms Greene's finishing touches on Lilly. Vicky looks passive, Kaylee looks shocked and Denise looks apprehensive, knowing that something like that awaited her.

What a bitch!

Well, she’s a mistress working as a dominatrix, being a bitch is her job.

Kaylee thinks about it for a minute.

Vic… there’s no way that Ms. Greene can have me converted somehow if I go over there, right?

No, she can’t convert you, unless you let her fuck you a few times with a strap on. I know she’s got some sex slaves, so she does do girls, but really that’s about it. Now your dad, he can convert you.

Cool… then Vicky, do YOU mind if we go ask her? I don’t mean to make you look bad or anything.

Looks bad, this is my life we are talking about… isn’t that more important then if this girl looks bad at work?!?!?!

Kaylee and Vicky at the same time: “NO!!!””

Don’t make me taser you again.

Hey, that’s not funny!

Be good, and I won’t taser you at the same time. Sorry about the stray darts, should have said that as soon as I knew who you were. But I was pissed.

O.k. o.k. you don’t have to be such bitches, as I said, I think I can get you a couple of my sisters… I’ll be good. Who do we have to talk to?

See, she will be good. And all it took was probably being killed in one of the three worst ways I can think of to kill a girl. But still, like she said, lead the way, “mistress” Vicky.

Don’t call me that. A real one might hear you and get pissed. We just saw what that can mean.

Kaylee waits for Vicky to stop ruining her joke and to lead the way already

Well, let’s get going. No time like the present to find out whether I’ve pissed off a professional bitch or not.

Where have you been? I was starting to worry about you. Is she one of the Thomas girls?

Yes, she is. She ran, and it took some work to get her. My friend Kaylee here actually tripped her, which is the only reason why I got her at all; she’s really fast.

Umm, I have a question. The bitch said that she could get a couple of her sisters as slaves if we talked to her parents. Can we go looking for them and see if that’s true?

I don’t have any problems with that, but her owner that wanted to sell her to the club might. You need to talk to her as well. Don’t take too long. If it takes more than fifteen minutes to find them, bring her back here, and we’ll spike her anyway.

Kaylee looked exited and bounced on her toes a couple of times.
Denise followed suit, but actually fully jumped up & down.

<whispered>She is being awfully nice for a pro bitch, she must know something we don’t know. Or that might just be my slave instinct kicking in. She scares me more than Mr. West or Miss Debby-Ann does. She’s brutal and likes it.

<whisperd>VICKY, don’t say that right in front of her
Sorry, Miss Greene… umm… We should probably be going to find her mom and dad, if that is o.k with you? Umm, sorry, I don’t know if there is like a protocol when speaking with a mistress.

Have fun. Vicky, see if you can drum up some more sluts on spikes. We’ve got a lot of them to fill today.

Ok, Mistress, we will. Come on, let’s go find Mr. Thomas and see how he feels about the rest of his daughters.

The three girls go searching for Denise’s family.

Denies lead the way… We don’t know who your parents are.

Yes, benevolent and awesome savior.

Denise turns and starts moving toward the pool, betting with herself that her parents would be sunbathing so that they could both tan while her mom read a book and her dad watched the hot girls with pool bodies. Kaylee winks at Vicky as Denise turns around and starts to lead the way.

Yeah, let’s go find your dad and see how he really feels about you and your sisters.

Oh, I am daddies favorite. The only reason why he didn’t buy me is he didn’t know I was for sale until it was too late, and the bitch wouldn’t sell me back to him, so I’m sure he’ll make the trade.

Well, I hope so for your sake, but we still have to deal with mistress Compton. She has a vested interest in getting you on a spike. You’re worth a lot of money that way.

I’m sure daddy will talk to her. Maybe give her one of the other girls.

You’re asking a lot out of your dad. You keep talking about “the other girls”. How many sisters do you have?

Ten older, my triplet sisters, and four younger, a set of quads. They just had their magic birthday last month.

And you’re sure you’re his favorite out of all seventeen?

Yes, I’m sure. If he had known I was for sale, he would have bought me, or if the bitch had let him buy me, I’d be safe today.

But neither of those happened. Kaylee, I wouldn’t get my hopes too far up about her.

There’s Mommy! huh, I’ve never seen that swimsuit before. It’s more reveling than mommy usually wears. She’s the one wearing the one piece that shows her boobs…

I’ll bet it’s your dad’s idea.

Yeah, probably. He might have wanted her to be naked, and that was the compromise.

Well, she’s got nice tits for a woman of her age that has had 17 kids. She’ll get the MILF bonus when your dad sells her.

Daddy loves Mommy. He’d never sell her!

Sure, I’m sure that true…

You’re being mean, you don’t know anything about my family!

Yah, well, Kaylee, this is your idea, why don’t you two go talk to Mr. Thomas.

Sure, Denise, you and I Just have to worry about your mom giving me two of your sisters. That’s the first step for you leaving here upright today, o.k.?

Kaylee pats her head.

It’s my job to try to get you out of trouble after that. But they aren’t necessarily related, except that If I can’t get a couple of your sisters, then you don’t have to worry about going free because I will help Vicky carry you back to the spikes, o.k.?

Denise grimaces.

Hey, hey, If you CAN get your, “mommy” or your dad to give me some of your sisters or if you can get two sisters to volunteer to be my slaves, then I will try my very best to get you home safe today… to someone’s home safe today. But I’m not going to lie, even if I fail at that second part, I’m happy once I have a couple of slaves as cute as you for myself, Denise.

Kaylee looks Denise over, appraisingly.

I WILL try, though; ‘cross my heart and hope to snuff it, stick a spitter in my cunt lips.

Kaylee makes the matching hand gestures

Denise! I haven’t seen you since, you know, the bad game your team had!

Yes, dear?

Denise runs away from the Vicky & Kaylee and over to hug her mom.

MOMMY! I missed you so much!

Denies wrapped her arms around her mother and gave her a peck on the lips and a big kiss on the cheek

I missed you too. how have you been, it hasn’t been too terrible, has it?

It’s been… It’s been mostly o.k. up to now. Sleeping on the floor isn’t great, but it has a plushy carpet and Katherine lets me go to school with her most days as long as I go topless and eat her out during study hall and let people pay her to make me do things too them…. Its… I try to be a good girl, but if I don’t do what she says, she will kill me.

Well, that seems better than what happened to that girl from your squad that was roasted as part of the post game celebration. And who are your friends?

Oh, no! That’s horrible… Did you see who?

The other ones on your squad. I noticed that some of them, well, got eaten. And not the fun way.

Oh, no! That’s horrible… Did you see who?

I’m not sure what her name was. She was tall for a girl and had big breasts. Maybe Hannah? or Terra or Clare? Guys at sports games like to see that sort of thing happen to that kind of girl, you know? Men like to watch them get killed in gruesome ways, I mean. I’m so glad that didn’t happen to you!

Hi Mrs. Thomas, I am Kaylee Emmerson and this is Victoria Woods

OH, NO! it wasn’t Lia! It probably was… But… I mean… I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, but she wasn’t well liked and…

Actually, Mrs. Thomas, that’s what we wanted to talk to you about. Do you have a moment?

Just a moment…

Vicky looks slightly worried about the pace of this conversation

Yes, I’ve got all the time you need.

What’s going on here? Denise, why aren’t you with your mistress? I’m surprised she would let you out of her sight at a big thing like this.

Dear, let her talk. I’m sure she has a good reason for this.

DADDY!!!!

Denise runs up to her dad and gives him a big hug and a kiss on the lips.

I’m glad to see you too, pumpkin, but what’s going on?

I need help. Like, really need help. I think Lilly and Vivian are already dead or dying but I… but If you help me, I think maybe I won’t. These girls can help explain it, Daddy.

Denise points at Kaylee

OK, hold on. What is going on here, miss? Why isn’t she with her owner, and why are my other two dead or dying? I’m confused here.

Mr. Thomas, hi, My name is Kaylee Emmerson, you might know my dad, he did business with Mister Cook, and also they were friends, My dads Name is Cap Emmerson.

I am not sure if I know him.

Umm, this is my friend Vicky, she works for Spellbook Slaves.

Kaylee makes a little hand gesture to Vicky to follow my lead.

I actually just ran into your daughter a few minutes ago… Funny story, actually. She was running, I thought her and Vicky were playing tag and I tackled her, so Vicky could catch her. But what Vicky and Denise said was actually going on is that your daughter’s owner sold her and her sisters to go be decorations for the party by sitting down on some of those short spikes that are littered around the field for people to use and ogle while they chat and mingle, you know?

Kaylee pauses for a moment to make sure Mr. Thomas is following her, so far.

Yes, go on. I’ve heard about the cousins being used for decorations.

Well, daddy, you see…

Well, the thing is, I offered to try to get Denise out of it in exchange for a favor. Denise seems to think that she can get two of her sisters or half sisters or cousins or something to be my slaves. I said if that happens, I would do my best to get her out of being spiked. I thought she might have a couple of relatives who might want to volunteer, but she said that you might be happy to just give me two girls to get her out of trouble.

Well, Stephanie and her sisters are old enough now, dear. Maybe Denise’s owner might take one of them in trade, and we could sell Melinda and Hanna to this young lady… You have been saying that we either need a smaller family or a larger house.

I couldn’t buy them from you, but if you give them to me, I will do my upmost to make sure that Denise lives through at least today. As you said, it’s really her owners’ decision, but if she doesn’t die today, she at least won’t die like that. I would also NOT kill the two you give me for at least 4 months minimum. I can give you that promise. And I mean, if you’re reaching the end of your ability to care for all of them, why not give them to me. you make money by me having to pay for their expenses instead of you having to keep up with fashion and school trips and birth control pills, etc. I would be happy to take any of your girl’s off your hands, though Denise did mention that she has some little sisters who just had their sweet… umm… magical birthday. She said they were stereotypical annoying little sisters. Maybe you want to have twins instead of quads? I certainly wouldn’t mind being older than my slaves instead of younger… That said, I would honestly be willing to help-out by taking any two off your hands.

Well, there is the matter of taxes. Even if I were to sell them to you for, like, a dollar, the feds would want their money. I mean, I’m not opposed to selling them, but I’m not going to lose money on the deal. Well, hm. The thing about converting granddaughters. You get part of that 20 million. Need to think about that. I’ll bet that will be more than 500 then.

Vicky sighs.

Well, umm… Excuse me, Mr. Thomas, There are two things that occur to me about the taxes.

Vicky gives an awkward wave as she takes a few steps to join the group and talk.

The first thing that crosses my mind is, do you think you could, convince, or, “convince” any of your daughters to volunteer? Because if they volunteer, there won’t be any taxes to pay. You would be saving Denise’s life, saving money, and losing nothing of particular value. Umm, depending on the daughters of course and how much they mean to you. A girl, many girls, have value in and of themselves, though looking at her, I would say that kind of emotional value might also apply to Denise she seemed to think it would.

Thank you sir, First, I need to know whether Denise was just wasting our time or not, could you, in principle, give me two other girls to save her??

Ah, I suppose, not any girl, but there are two or three I would be willing to give up for Denise, yes.

You are? Really?

Yes.

GREAT! It seems, from what your wife is saying, like you’re in a bit of a pickle with how many children you have at present anyway. I doubt the club will care much about exactly who they spit. Why not let me see what I can do? all I need from you is two girls. I bet your wife would say that two girls living with a nice mistress like me in exchange for even the chance that Denise doesn’t die in the most painful way possible is worth the risk, wouldn’t you say, Mrs. Thomas? Mr. Thomas?

Well, yes, to be fair, I’d rather have Denise that say Melinda or Hanna, but that’s really his call.

You wouldn’t get to keep any of the three, but that isn’t really the point

Yes, this sounds…… something, but I am not sure, besides the fact that you have no way of assuring me that you would be successful in actually helping Denise, there is the issue that Melinda and Hanna, and in fact all of her sisters are worth a LOT of money today in the form of shares of their grandfather’s estate. I wasn’t going to sell any of them today, but now that you have me thinking about who much I love which daughter I have started to. I am now strongly considering selling each and every one of my daughters and starting over with a big pile of money. Even Traci is worth a pretty penny today. If I am selling girls, why not sell the whole family and start over? As the saying goes, a man can see a whole lot of women from atop a pile of money.

Kaylee elbows Vicky in the side.

Indeed, that’s true Mr. Thomas, the thing is, as things stand right now… you’re not really in a place to claim any of that money. Denise, here, ran from a designated agent of a slaver. Kaylee not only witnessed it but aided in the capture as a good Samaritan. If we go to my boss right now, well, I should tell him what happened and then all the females in your family would be converted by the state… You wouldn’t get any of that. More over… If your wife is one of the daughters of the dearly departed… Well, that would mean a lot of the people here today would be losing out on significant money as they would suddenly lose the right to sell any of their daughters, any of Denis’s cousins… I would think that would make your family… or rather you, fairly unhappy. It would also just be bad for you… YOU would miss out on a lot of money. but I mean… I’m just a silly ditz teenaged girl, complicated things like federal law and slave seizure tend to fall right on out of my head whenever I shake it and Kaylee here is a dirty Jew, there’s a reason they aren’t allowed into clubs like this, right? So unscrupulous… Why, I bet she could even be convinced to forget about what Denise did if you gave her a couple of your daughters. then it would just be my word against yours, and you’re a man, after all. Why would I even bother telling anyone at that point?

Hmm. You’re saying I give up three shares of my father-in-law’s estate and $1,000 cash or loss the rights to all of my children and make an enemy out of many of the richest people in the state. Is that what you’re blackmailing me with?

Vicky tries to consider what all the various repercussions of the next few seconds could be depending on how she responds to that question. Unfortunately, what she had said about being a ditz was actually partially true, so Vicky decided to go the simple route

Yes, sir, that is precisely what I am blackmailing you with.

I see, well, there isn’t anything I can do about it, I suppose you little Lilith, but I’m not giving you Caitlin or Naomi, either.

Sir, I don’t think I or Vicky really care what you do with your daughters as long as I get two of them first, you know?

Sure, but I’m not clear on how I can give them to you without dealing with the taxes.

Well before I was going to suggest that you just make two of them volunteer, and I was going to work the rest out with Vicky’s boss… but now… I mean… I think you should sell me two for a dollar. What is loosing an additional 500 dollars when you stand to make so much more by selling the rest? Not to mention assuring your bodily safety from a clan of angry rich old-money elites? I mean, if all the Cook girls get converted by the state, you get nothing but a bunch of VERY angry brothers and sisters-in-law. If you sell two to me for a buck, you get thousands of dollars minus $1,000; $1,002 technically. And because I am a girl of my word, I will still promise to do my best to make sure Denise isn’t spitted, even just because I promised her I would.

Well, if you put it that way. Melinda, Hanna, Stephanie, and Patricia come here.

Four girls who were wading in the shallow end in of the pool chatting with other girls look up when they hear their names one they all look over and one of them shouts out

You need us, Daddy?
Yes, I do! Kaylee, chose 2.

The four girls run over

Umm, are these girls quads?

Yes they are, my last

Two sets of twins? Sorry, I mean two sets of fraternal twins? or two sets of identical twins that are fraternal with each other? Is there a word for that?

Yeah, the doctor was confused as well…

Huh, Can I have one of each?

He wanted to study them, but there is the whole age thing.

Sure you can, Kaylee.

Denise waves happily but quietly at her sisters as they discuss.

Do any of you play any instruments?

We play rock band, does that count?

No it does not, you should feel bad about asking. But… Maybe one of you could play foot petal sometimes. Are any of you good at math? No… You don’t look like you’re going to be good at math. That was silly. Do any of you cook, though?

I’ve got a straight A average. And Hanna is a great cook.

That’s good… Neither of you got less than a B on the orals skills section of freshman sex ed, did you?

Ah, well, no, why does that matter? Stephanie got an A+ And the teacher used her as a demo girl, a lot.

OOO that’s nice, so Patty any special talents? Speak now or forever hold your peace

Well, I fold clothes and keep the house tidy. Mom says I’m the best maid she ever had.

Aww, that’s nice. I’m sure your mom will miss you.

The girls look confused

Mr. Thomas, I think I would like Hanna and Stephane. If eating and sex are the finest pleasures, then I would like the girls who can give them.

Well, we need to talk to the slavers, I think. Plus, daddy always says that it’s dangerous if slaves are too smart.

Yes sir. And sir, I really will do my best for Denise… I can’t promise anything, but I think I have shown here that I am good at getting what I want.

Well, since she really belongs to the club, I’ll put in a word with Mistress Greene about a 2 for one swap, that might keep her off the spike for this one any way. Did I mention I’m on the club board of directors?

Oh, um sorry, no… I am sorry that could be confusing, no I am not willing to give up Either Stephany or Hanna for her. Much less both, but I will see if there is anything else I can do.

Oh, no, I meant Melinda and Patricia.

Kaylee whispers to Mr. Thomas

Sir… Are sure you want her leaving here today? She… Is kinda a blabbermouth and if she told anyone… I mean, it’s a legal matter. I mean, she was willing to tell me enough to make a deal with you just to save her skin… It seems like you love her but… Well, it’s up to you.

Mr. Thomas whispers back

If she reverts to the mistress, the mistress can threaten her with an even slower and more painful death.

Sir… They are mistresses, if she told them, they would stand to gain a whole host of cheap slaves to start a business with… Plus, she belongs to the club now anyway, not the mistresses.

Well, like I said, I’m on the board.

It’s your choice, sir, of course.

Drat… I was hoping to fail at trying to save her… Well, who knew I was so good at saving skanks… technically I just saved three lives

Well, let me think about it on the way to the Spellbook vans. Come on everyone, you too Traci.

Me… I… I was hoping to take a few minutes to say goodbye to the other kids while you are getting things sorted out with the little Jew blackmailer and the slavers. I won’t get to see them again after today

Oh, I wouldn’t say that. We sell mothers and daughters together all the time.

I am sure OTHER People do that Other times, but that isn’t what My husband is doing NOW. We were high school sweethearts, you know. Our bond is close enough that I will love him and eventually forgive him, even for selling off my daughters. Now run along you little hateful charlatan and let me say good by to my girls!

Let’s not keep people waiting, come on. That means you too, Traci.

Glen, please, you only need one parent to convert the kids. I am fine with you doing it if that’s what needs to happen, please just let me take the few minutes to say good by to the girls I have spent the last 20 years of my life making loving and raising for you. Besides, what good am I going to do while you men folk and these two little miscreants discuss business?

Well, I’m given serious thought to selling you as well. I’m still thinking about it. If you don’t come along, I’ll have this girl hit you with a taser shot, and I’ll drag you there. Now let’s go.

I’ve got 5 shots left before I have to reload. Just give me the word, sir.

Traci starts walking, but tears start to slowly drip down her face

Glen, why would you sell me? We have never really fought, we hate all the same things and like the same movies… Glen, you’re my best friend, we’ve known each other since we were kids. Why are you being like this?

Well, while you still look good for a 40-year-old, well, you’re still 40. And if I’m gonna start over, well, I’m gonna start over. Plus, to be honest, you’re worth a lot of money if I sell you in the next 3 days.

Honey, think about it. You’re going to get old eventually. If you want some young slave to fuck, that’s fine, but don’t you want to have someone who gets you? When you’re 80, don’t you want someone around you can talk to? I don’t understand why you want to, “start over” why you think your new daughters will be better than the ones we have spent our lives raising together, but fine. There are a few thousand dollars to be made today. Fine, let’s go for it, spend the money on some hot little baby incubator, maybe we’ll even get a boy out of it to follow in your footsteps, but why get rid of me at the same time? We have plenty of money and plenty more coming today. Do you really want to throw away a lifetime of love and friendship for a few hundred bucks?

You make good points. I’ll think about them as we go there.

Fine, I hope you will.

Traci doesn't say anything else as they all walk to the Spellbook position.

The Thomas family goes to the unofficial Spellbook Slave’s headquarters.

My name is Glen Thomas and I have a sort of complex thing to do here.

Mr. Thomas, let’s hear it and see if we can handle it.

Well, let start with the easy one. I want Melinda and Patricia sold to the club as decorations. Sorry, Kaylee, you are going to have to talk to Marcia about Denise on your own.

That was the easy one. Let’s see about Hanna and Steph

That’s just fine, sir, that was my plan to begin with.

Glad we are on the same page.

Kaylee pulls two dollar bills out of her back pocket.

And I want to sell Hanna and Stephanie to Ms Emmerson here.

Hey boss man, I think you will be proud of me for helping set up the rest of this.

OK, Vicky, let’s see what the rest is.

That covers the youngest set. Now Belinda, Dana, Caitlin, Gabriela and Naomi, the next five, I want to sell them to you, but I’d like them to have sold on to someone that use them harshly, ideally as torture or snuff bunnies…

GLEN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Be quiet, I’m still thinking about you.

Now for Sherri, Candace, Kristina, Abby, and Samantha, If it’s possible, I’d like them sold as a set of sex slaves. I understand that you some time sell mothers and their teen daughters together.

GLENN, Please think!

She really starts to bawl.

You’re going to be so lonely. Just I don’t want that for you

Yes, but normally only 2 or 3 teens. Five would be pushing it. There isn’t a problem selling them a set, but with the mother would tricky. Not quite the market for that size group of teens with a MILF mother. She does qualify as a MILF, for what it’s worth. A lot of the older daughters of Emmet don’t.

Hmm. Well, I would rather not sell her unless she can be with at least some of the kids. Guess I’ll keep her, at least for now.

You know why my dad hates girls so much? Because he never had what we have. please, I…
Thank you, thank you, husband.

OK, let me see if I have this right. Two to the club. Payment for them comes from the club. I’m just the middle man. 10 teens, with varying end uses. And 2 to the young lady.

Right, and I said I would cover the sales tax on them.

Kaylee smiles and holds up the two dollars

But I am paying for them… I have a dollar each for them.

Well, that’s between him and you. OK, let me look at the girls.

Mike gets out his phone and runs the slaver grade app on the girls.

Hmm. Most of them are A-, but Abby and Samantha, A+. Let me figures some numbers…

Based on their grade and age group, I can offer eleven thousand three hundred for all 10. Plus, of course, there would be some shares in the trust fund. That includes subtracting the 500 in tax that you said you are covering.

We might want to consider keeping the oldest two, they are doing well in college. It’s your choice, but it is something to consider, biology is a good field.

That would lower your take home to nine thousand. Of course, if they are going to Eastlake University, there is a good chance that they will be converted anyway. That school has like 50% conversion rate, over a student four years. Of course, sorority members skew those numbers, given their conversion rates.

And I’ve got a question for you, Vicky, why isn’t this bit of wolf food on a spike right now?

She was important to making this deal happen. She said she could get other girls converted if I let her see her dad. I thought you would rather make the money.

Mr. West?

Yes young lady?

It’s mostly my fault, I convinced Vicky to let us try. Vicky did get Mistress Greene’s permission first.

Well, that’s between you and her. But I suspect you need to get to work on that before she becomes angry. She’s not a lady you want to get angry. As I recall the club rules, she can flog you if you are just a dependent of a member when the dependent has violated club rules. Convertible dependents are just slightly above slaves in rights here. They somehow got an ordinance about that pushed through the city council.

Vicky and Kaylee together: “Yes sir.”

Denice starts looking between all the parties involved a bit nervously as things continue. Why… shouldn’t they have mentioned me being freed by now? wasn’t that the whole point of this? When is daddy going to tell them to let me go?

Well, Evan, you need to strip these two and take them to Marcia. Plus, Vicky, whatever you have planned for wolf food here.

Who’s “Marcia”?

Mistress Greene. I suggest you not call her that.

Wait! What? DADDY, MOM? YOU’RE NOT REALLY GOING TO LET THEM PUT US ON SPIKES, ARE YOU?!?

Of course. I’m on the board here. It’s expected of me to supply some decorations. I think I’ll keep the older two, they’re only a year from graduation, would hate to just waste that money.

How do you want the money? For this amount, we recommend bank transfer, but I can give you a loaded debit card. Vicky, Ian, do some blood tests. Ian, if they are green, take them to the van and then to the shop.

But before you go, am I to understand that this whole transaction is to do to your efforts, young lady?

It wasn’t all me, Denise said some things, I convinced Vicky to let us try to see where things went. I would say I had the ideas and Vicky helped execute them. I don’t think Mistress Greene would have listened to me, and Vicky made the hard sell on Mr. Thomas when he was about to walk away.

The two girls look at each other.

I think it was a team effort, but I was the one who convinced Vicky to give it a try, so if you’re upset you should consider it to be my fault.

Well, even so, this seems like you have a head for the slaving business, even if you aren’t a mitten. I’d like to offer you an internship. Normally, those go to mittens, but there isn’t anything in stone about that. Because it’s an internship, I can get away with paying you less than local wages, but after it’s over, I almost guarantee a post at the shop at local wage parity.

Please, Kaylee, take it! We could be together again.

I would like to see Vicky… I would still get to go to school?

But Ka…

SHHH!

Of course. This would be work study as part of a business class. Normally, it would be the mistress class, but some others could work.

Vicky looks a little nervous.

I would have to look over what options there are.

If I’m not in the business class? Could it count as college credits? Do you have any deals with the local colleges?

Yes, I can do that. Would you rather it be for Eastlake University or the community college?

The community college. I would have set hours? And none of them could be during school hours, right? And I would be able to work out a monthly schedule to fit extracurriculars in?

But…

Vicky hush.

Well, with in reason, sure.

Would I have a contract that would state that in writing?

This offer is void if you are or turn in to a cheerleader, but anyway. And, of course, you would have an employment contract.

I am not a cheerleader… but just out of curiosity, why would it matter?

She puts the back of her hand on her forehead, looks at the sky.

Isn’t my business acumen, physical beauty and radiant charisma worth a job offer regardless of my after school interests?

Because cheerleaders have about an 80 percent chance of being converted or roasted. If you were a boy, I’d say you had brass ones.

Maybe I have brass ovaries? I am not a cheerleader. I am on a swim team, though, and I go to state speech competitions.

KAYLEE!

VICKY!

We can handle those.

Kaylee, looking at Vicky and thinking rationally.

Mr. West, do you have one of these internship contracts here by any chance?

Well, I have my tablet with a private, secure connection to the office server, so, yeah, I have all my paperwork available. I am not sure how I did out of the office work before good wireless net access.

Are there any protections from outside enslavement that are part of the contract, and on a similar note, are there any elements of the contract that could result in my enslavement?

Well, to be honest, the non Mistress in Training contract does have a conversion clause. I would have to tweak the mitten one for you.

What is the conversion clause, and does it come with some sort of hold or claim on a slave that would be made from me if another entity enslaved me?

Of course, this would much easier if you would become a mistress in training next semester.

Kaylee, he’s my boss.

Just another minute, please, Vicky.

Well, yeah. If you get converted by anything apart from being a volunteer, we would have the right of first refusal on you. And the conversion clause is for things that would normally just get you fired in the old days.

And under what conditions could you enslave me? What about if I quit?

If you did, “fire for cause” actions, as defined by Oklahoma labor laws. For what it’s worth, I’ve never contract converted anyone. Had 3 volunteers, as it happens. And you can quit with 2 weeks’ notice.

And you couldn’t just add hours above the five hours that kids are allowed to work in this state, and you can’t schedule them during normal school hours and have to make accommodations for extracurriculars as discussed, right?

Normal school hours? but you are…

Kaylee places her hand over Vicky's mouth, sweating just a little bit.

If you print that up, I will sign right now.

Well, I’m not about to break labor laws for one, to be honest, grade A- slave. Not worth my business license. And I don’t print shit. I’ve been paper less for 5 years. Let me make the mods to a contract and you can sign it on the tablet. Vicky, you have something to say here? And Kaylee let her talk.

I mean… she is just a slave, should she really be interrupting two people talking business?

Wait… she’s a slave? I thought she worked for Spellbook?

I want to hear what she has to say. She is trusted enough to carry weapons, after all. Vicky, did you ever say you were a free woman to Mr. Thomas?

Vicky licks Kaylee's hand and tickles it. Kaylee moves her hand and wipes it off on her pants.

Eeew, I hate it when you do that.

It works. No, not once did I say I was a free woman. I may not be the smartest slave you have, but I’m smart enough to not say I’m free to a man.

The brunette implied it, though.

Kaylee makes an innocent expression and body language, and after a moment she whistles.

We will discuss this later, Vicky. Maybe with Faith’s help.

Look what is done, is done and everyone… and I do mean everyone is richer for it.

Sorry, Kaylee, if I didn’t tell him I would be tortured or snuffed for sure. Kaylee can’t become a mitten because she doesn’t go to public school.

Oh?

Her parents won’t let her. They home school her.

Oh. That changes things a little. There are mistress classes that aren’t for students.

They don’t think that girls should go to normal school.

Safer that way, I suspect.

Yah… they just think that girls don’t need to learn history or about science and stuff and should be available for cooking and cleaning the home.

VICKY STOP!

I know her from 4H club, not from a school, and there is more.

Well, might have you tutored a bit then.

VICKY, you don’t need to tell him that part. It isn’t relevant.

Oh? I’m all ears. Tell me Vicky. Or tell Faith in her lair later.

He just said he would torture me, besides ethically, he owns me, and you’re making a business deal that involves me.

I’m your best friend. come on!

I’m waiting, and so is Mistress Greene. Please remember, Kaylee, she can flog you up to 50 lashes, if I recall the by laws right.

Umm, Mr. west. I will give you 100 dollars if you make the skinny one talk… this brunet may be a good saleswoman, but I believe she took me for a ride. Let’s air out the laundry.

Please.

Sorry, Kaylee. Mr. West, I happen to know that there is a person who has PPC rights over Kaylee.

Oh? That applies to most young girls today. That’s a major part of my business. When a young love affair ends, it is very, very common for the girl to end up converted and the young man a grand or so richer.

I wasn’t going to mention anything before because it wasn’t relevant, but then she started negotiating the contract without telling the whole truth, and you’re my boss.

And plenty of grown women for that matter. And it is your owner. Not your boss. Please keep that in mind.

Right, but you could probably use the knowledge to get a better contract… or make the person an offer… I think he might even be here.

It’s too embarrassing PLEASE VICKY, you have said enough to affect the contract, please don’t tell him who…

Well, not actually affect the contract. Just makes sure that the conversion clause is in it.

Mr. Thomas holds up a $100 bill

Mike waves it off

Vicky?

It’s her brother. her parents put her in charge of his sexual education. The little brat recorded it.

That’s not as unusual as you might think. Do about five to ten a year. Mainly Westside, I’ll grant. Southside incest seems to be father daughter/stepdaughter, not brother/sister. Brother/Stepsister is really common, however. Maybe 10% of all PPC conversions.

He also came on her a few times while she was asleep, and she was too tired and just told him to, “finish up and go away” so it is consensual.

And has it happened in the last 30 days?

I don’t know, I have been with you sir, but judging by how scared she was probably?

I was asking Kaylee.

I would like to offer you one of my slaves in exchange for you not pursuing this line of inquiry any farther and ignoring what Vicky just told you.

Hmm. Let me see them.

Plus, you already profited $100 from hearing it.

Kaylee grabs the bill out of Mr. Thomas's hand and hands it to Mike.

HEY!

Oh, hush, you know you got what you wanted.

OK, I’ll take Stephanie and you can sign right now. If your brother tries to convert you, basically we get you. Granted, he gets fair market value for you. That’s about 900, based on what your grade appears to be, assuming no training certs. And since you tried to trick me about your status as a student, you’ll work the same hour as Vicky. That’s 12 hours a day, Sunday or Saturday off, assuming your parents go for that. If they don’t well, you’ll work as many hours as they allow you to.

Technically, I can only work 5 hours a day unless you make it worth school credit, can you do that thing where I get college credit for working for you?

Oh, sure. Not a problem there. I have a student work/study contract with Eastlake University. Haven’t used for a few years, but it’s still good.

Sigh, so let’s talk pay, minimum wage?

For at least the 1st 90 days, then maybe up to local scale.

Sounds good, works for me… But what if I gave up 2 dollars an hour in exchange for only working ten hours a day, and you let me off to go to dive team and speech team practice. And you guarantee me days off when I have meets and competitions, in addition to weekends and holidays? Sound good?

I’ll take the cut in pay for “only” 10 hours per day. And yeah, I’ll give you off for meets and competitions, assuming 2 weeks notice. And both Saturday and Sunday, plus federal holidays off-duty, assuming no major issues at the shop, which doesn’t happen often, but has. It’s not like a school district is going to decide to convert their entire senior class on a Friday afternoon again. At least without giving us some advanced warning.

One-week notice? You have dozens and dozens of slaves just fill in the pinch…

But not trained. I’m assuming that I’m going to have to spend the 1st week or two training you to run the desk. Took Vicky a week, but she had, ah, reasons to learn it quickly. Can’t threaten you, with, you know, torture or possibly being snuffed. Unless you sign a waiver, that is.

I do not want to sign a waiver, please

I really didn’t expect you to.

Umm, the thing is that in girls’ sports sometimes girls become unavailable last minute, you know?

Well, you would need to give notice of any event that you might end up in, even if you don’t end up going.

What I meant was sometimes I only get a week’s notice when the team needs someone to fill in.

Hmm. Well, if your coach will sign off on it, that would be OK. As long as it’s not a regular thing.

Deal, and I keep the cook slave? If I am being honest, I don’t even get to keep her. I was hoping to get to keep one, but My brother said he would convert me regardless of what if I didn’t get him a slave by the end of the month, and would rather not end up the same way they are. I figure giving him the cooking slave instead of the sex slave would be more fun for me and everyone else in the house. I was hoping to get to keep the other one, but I guess that isn’t going to happen.

Sorry, but you offered. And sex slaves sell for more than house slaves. Simple economics drove that decision.

So, wouldn’t you want to keep the sex slave?

I am keeping her, at least until some nice lesbian buys her.
Get a lot of those of late. Breaking in young sex slaves is always fun. And I’m starting to have enough ladies and mistress working for me that we can do lesbian breaking in house, don’t have to rent them out to get that done.

Right good… I was asking to keep the cook.

So, let me tweak the contract a bit. Sign here. After you read it, of course. But don’t take too long doing that. You gave me Stephanie already. In fact, Vicky, take her to the van.

Ah, Ian has left with it, with the rest of the family.

Oh. Yeah, slipped my mind. Well, put a collar on her and put her in whatever holding area we have set up. And Kaylee, my offer is open for five minutes, starting now.

Hey, she isn’t yours until I sign.

Your burning time.

Kaylee opens the contract and skims it, looking for words like, “conversion” “convert” “contractual” and “default.” She puts my finger down to sign, then pauses.

I can’t start until Monday. I need time to give my slave to my brother and to tell my parents etc.

Monday will be fine. Be at the shop at 7:00 AM sharp. You work until 5:30, with a 30-minute unpaid lunchtime.

7:00AM!!!

Yes. Being late will result in a write-up. 3 write-ups and you will be converted for cause.

But… That’s inhuman!

I’ll be there. And I’m more or less human. Regardless of what some now slaves may say.

I don’t even think the sun is up that early. Don’t you want me to get my beauty sleep?

Just go to bed early.

I would be able to sell more slaves if I had time to put on makeup… But… I don’t decide my bedtime…

You will be mainly working on the intake side of the shop to start with. Sales takes a different mind set, one that isn’t easy to train. And why don’t you decide your bedtime?

My parents decide my bedtime, and I have siblings.

Any sisters? I’ll make a deal with your parents for them.

Yes… Wait, no, that isn’t necessary.

Better pay, easier hours, they might go for it.

Wait… Do you want to PAY my sisters? Like hire them?

No, I want to buy them, of course. Better pay for you.

If I sign this, you won’t do that?

Bird.

Shut up, you brain – empty blond ditz.

Yes, but I hold the right to contact your parents if the situation requires it…

Do you mean if I am late to work? Wait… You can convert me if I am late three times?

I said being late is a write-up. 3 write-ups is a firing offense if male, conversion if female. There are some other offense that will get you a write-up, but you really have to fuck up to do that. Being late is the main one.

Three times quarterly or what?

Per year, of course. I’ll take doctors notes if you are missing a whole day or very late.

sigh Fine, I can’t believe you threatened my sisters because I don’t want to wake up before the roosters even do

Of course, in your case, you get to miss some days for your meetings and events.

Kaylee kicks the dirt a bit a couple of times, then she signs the document.

I didn’t threaten your sisters unless you think your parents would sell them.

Kaylee hands the tablet back to Mike.

Thank you, see you Monday. Now deal with this wolf food.

Hey! She promised to try to get her out of trouble…

That’s true, I did… I said I would TRY my best.
But I am not very optimistic, honestly. Come on, Denise, Vicky.

Kaylee, Vicky, Denise, and Hanna go back to Mistress Greene

It’s about time you got back. I had to spike 5 sluts all by myself, including both of her sisters. So what’s the deal with her now?

Kaylee & Vicky look at each other. Denise elbows Vicky.

Well, actually, we are supposed to talk to you about that. Well, not so much we, necessarily, but my friend Kaylee here is supposed to talk to you about that.

Kaylee sighs but takes a step forward.

Yes, I have been asked to talk to you about Denise. Specifically, what can be done to prevent her from being spiked today. I don’t want to say OR ask much before seeing how you feel about having a discussion about this issue.

Well, I’m not really one to talk much about sluts, but I’ll tell you one thing, from my standpoint one of the three of you is going on a spike, and to be clear, I really don’t care which. So talk among yourself before you start talking to me about it, keeping in mind my feelings on the subject right now.

Ma’am, I’m a free girl. You can’t put me on a spike. Moreover, I’m an employee of Spellbook slaves, and a member of this club. I do deserve a modicum of respect from its employees.

Meh. You can always volunteer, if Blondie here means that much to you. And I’m not just an employee, I’m an officer of the club’s board. I just work as a mistress as needed. And you are the daughter of a member, not the same, puts you just slightly above being a slave in importance. I’m surprised that your father hasn’t taken advantage of our punishment for wayward daughters program. Maybe I’ll mention it to him next time I see him. He might not know about it.

I’m not going to volunteer. However, this walking meat stick’s, points at Denice,
dad specifically wanted me to talk to you about not spiking her today, and he IS a member of the board and a client of Spellbook which means I am obligated to have this conversation with you at his request.

Hey, don’t call me that.

Shut up meaty-pop

OK, start talking. Vicky is a slave, I know that, so we might make a trade.

Well, I’m not authorized to trade Vicky, and unfortunately for both of us my personal slave Kaylee points to the remaining quad is already spoken for, BUT it does occur to me that there is a solution that can make everyone, including you, happy… Well, maybe not Denice… But Denice is just a dumb slut anyway, I mean look, points at her sisters she has already being face fucked on spike twice over, and she still has an attitude. But still, I think my solution will technically even fulfill Denise’s request, if you’re willing to hear me out.

Go on. I’m all ears.

Denise asked me to talk to you about getting her out of being spiked today, and that is the language her father used as well.

OH! Oh, that’s smart.

Currently, I prefer the term “wolf food”.

And the lawyer said that the owners of any grandkids get their money as long as they are snuffed out within the next three days!!!!!!

Vicky hops up and down.

Yes, but more today.

Huh??? I don’t get it…

So why don’t we allow the club to keep her and use her as a sex slave for two days for the same $500, and you can snuff her out in two days, how every you want, flay her and use her skin for golf gloves in the pro-shop and then live butcher her for use in the restaurant? Doesn’t really matter. You guys get a free rental slave plus materials, her owner gets her money. Denise and her dad get Two extra days of living for Denise and YOU, this is my favorite part, you get one extra-girl you can spit today because Denise here won’t be taking up the spike. I mean you’ve already spiked her twice pointing out her identical doubles again wouldn’t you rather have another DIFFERENT girl to spike?

Well, the codicil was explicit that there was an extra half share if they were spiked today, and half share is worth quite a lot.

Oh, is that true… Admittedly, I was trying NOT to listen as hard as possible… This whole thing is really depressing. I hate the girl slave trade.

Kaylee tussles Denis's hair one more time, mostly because it is really soft, and she looks adorable fixing it each time, then Kaylee gives her a shove toward Mistress Greene.

Sorry Denise, I guess you’re a spiked suck slut for the next bit, like your copies. Who knows, though, if you suck well enough and look pathetic enough, maybe someone will remember you or something.

But but but you said you would save me!

Looking back and forth between Vicky and Kaylee.

No! I said I would TRY to save you, and I did, and Ms. Greene said no. She even explained why it wouldn’t be feasible. The only other thing we could do would be to talk to your owner and Ms. Greene said we could only have you for 15 minutes and that was over 30 minutes ago. So, unless Ms. Greene wants to give you another 15 minute furlough, I have officially done my best and failed… Which, if I am honest, I was pretty sure I would from the start. You are now spike meat. Thank you for the free sisters, though… Oh, and for making my life safer. I really do have gratitude for that. You won’t be forgotten, at least not by me… Oh, HEY LOOK! YOU REALLY WILL BE REMEMBERED! and look at the bright side, You saved your little sister from getting spiked. She gets to live as our family’s masturbation aid. Who knows, she might get pregnant, and your genetic line might actually continue thanks to you. No problem ma’am, well, I assume you and Vicky have this from here right?

Yes, of course.

Thank you. Vicky, if you would, please. Why don’t you have this young lady help you? I understand I have a wife to whip the skin from her back. There are bets on how long she will stay alive or when she passes out. Oddly, not one of Mr. Cook’s daughters, just a member’s wife who is tired of her. That sort of thing makes putting up with the pigs on the board worthwhile.

Kaylee starts dusting her hands off

Vicky And Kaylee spike Denise

OK, let’s go, Denise.

You too, Hannah, I don’t want you out of my sight.

The four girls walk to the nearest spike.

OK, strip down or do we have to cut it off you?

No, I’ll strip. Please don’t do this. Please.

Sorry, I have to. Remember what the bitch said, she doesn’t care which one of us gets spiked and if you aren’t spiked before she gets back, she may spike me and deal with my owner after. I’m not risking that for a cheerleader.

Please. Tell her I ran away and you couldn’t get me.

That would just about ensure that I got spiked and Kaylee would get fifty lashes. Not happening. Now stand over the spike.

The doomed teen stands over the spike.

Please.

Vicky kicks Denise's legs out from under her.  Denise drops on to the spike and lets out a cry.

AHHHHH, PLEASE TAKE ME OFF!

I really am sorry, but it’s either you or me, and I have the power here today. Maybe later I will not have the power, and I’ll be the one being snuffed, but I’m doing everything possible to avoid that, and if it means snuffing cheerleaders, well, the world has too many of those as it is.

Vicky pushes Denise down a little more.   The amount of blood coming out Denise's vagina increases.  Denise whimpers.

I might have his something important. You might bleed out faster. That would be a mercy right now.

Come on Kaylee, Hanna, we are done here.

That was… That was pretty brutal.

Well, yeah, being a slave is pretty brutal. I’ll grant the spikes are a little more brutal than most things. Except maybe a really slow spitting on Jessica or Vlad.

Hannah, Denise's last sister who isn't in a slave warehouse or on a spike, is silently bawling her eyes out as she follows Kaylee and Vicky after being pulled away from hugging her spiked sisters

Sigh, Dad always said there was no point to a spit roast if it wasn’t done on the slowest setting. Listen, Vicky, there is something I wanted to mention while we have a moment alone.

Well, depends on how many you are doing, I guess. People like Hills do dozens a day. What do you have to say?

I don’t have to say anything, but I wanted to ask.

Sure What?

Are you really not going to tell Mike about the runners?

Well, that depends. She’s not the only one. I’ll skip her if that matters to you. But yeah, some of them were almost harder than she was.

No, no. I think you should tell Mike like right away. You’re HIS SLAVE, V! I said ‘I’ wouldn’t talk about it, but, like he could kill you if he found out you let him miss that much money!

Well, ok then. You have a point. And she did piss me off.

Sure sure… Vicky… Are you o.k.?

I’m as OK as a work, not even an asset, slave can be. Mike’s not bad, but he still buys and sells girls like me every day.

That’s cool… And you don’t… You used to hate all the snuffing stuff… You’ve changed

You get used to it. He made me snuff all the slaves when tested the machines in the torture chamber. To be fair, I liked using the gun. The garrote, on the other hand, I never want to do that again. He’s given me training on the pistol, so I think he trusts me. I mean, he gave me a loaded gun several times. But we’ve got a couple of clients, an older couple, who go way beyond just snuffing a girl. They scare me. At least I’m not their type, by a long shot.

That’s good… I think its… Well, wait… Why did you say you never want to use the garrote again?

It’s far too personal and takes a lot of strength to do. You know you are cutting her throat or strangling her.

I… Didn’t think that would be your objection. You don’t think it’s scary that it has only been four months and your objection to garroting isn’t that you are killing another girl, but just that you might not be strong enough to do it, right?

Oh, no, that’s not it. It’s that you have to be really involved in it to do it. I feel sorry for the girls who are killed, but I have to think “at least it not me”. I wake up screaming every so often.

Keylee and Vicky hug.

You know, I have always secretly wanted to abolish female slavery, but the scary thing is, I kinda had fun today.

Yeah, Yeah, it was fun in a ghoulish sort of way.

I’ve always been homeschooled… Dad always said there was some genetic disease that made most girls different.

Yeah, I’ve been told that. A lot seemed to be, well, very passive about the whole thing.

But then my sisters and you and most of the girls in speech they all seemed normal, so I thought it was propaganda from my monster of a dad. But… Denise and her sisters…. Somehow… IDK, they felt like… Like they were people but somehow less? Does that make sense? Or do I just want that to be true? Is that how most girls are? It doesn’t mean it’s right to kill them if they want to live but…

Yeah, Yeah, I had a couple of girls who helped me spike themselves. It’s like they didn’t care. It’s what their father or mother wanted, so that what they do.

That’s crazy.

The world is crazy.

But even like Denise… She definitely wanted to live, but she was so like… ‘Head empty,’ you know? Is that what most of us are like?

Yeah, seems that way. They say the virus fucked up more than the ovaries in women, it did something to our brains. And to men, but in a different way. Not all women are like that, that is why there are so many mistresses and why they have classes for that in high schools.

But a lot are like Denise… Or worse, like those girls who just let themselves get spiked?

Yeah, it appears that way. You should take one of those private mistress classes while you still can.

Do you think Mike would put me in one?

Maybe. He like Debby-Ann and the other new mistress he hired in the last month or so. I don’t think he’s opposed the concept.

Does it run in families? Because if… When you tell Mike about the runners, ALL the girls here today except me and those weird Asians are going to end up as meat muffins. Even the young ones really, it will just take a bit longer.

Yeah, Yeah, I know, but you know, I sort of gotta, like you said. And yes, It runs in families. Of all the granddaughters, only one took a course. She cut the heart out of one of her aunts. It was brutal. She also set up the torture of the woman who was, in theory, her grandmother. Granted, she was his 4th wife and a lot younger than grandmother would indicate, actually just in her late 20s, maybe early 30s. Her “granddaughter” had her roasted for this party. If you stay around, you can have some of her.

Huh, So… Do you think all this really is culling the defective ‘excess’ girls like daddy says? Because we always thought that was just an excuse for gross guys to rape and murder fuck girls…

Seems that way. But there are a lot more women being born than are being killed. We out number men 68 to 1, and it’s getting worse, or better, depending on your perspective.

Oh, ah.

Kaylee rises as an eyebrow.⁣

And what’s your point of view?

I don’t know. I know that in a few years we will be doing a lot of very young girls. I’ve heard of them wanting to lower the age as it is. There seem to be plenty of fathers who don’t like teens. And to be honest, plenty of mothers seem to think that they have too many daughters.

But… How are they going to tell girls like us from girls like the blond clones down there?

I don’t know. Take a mistress course while you can. I’m sorry I didn’t. Could have since I was 14.

I mean, if they don’t even let us get this old? like… I’m still doing my high-school coursework. Did you hear your boss… Trying to get that mom to come in and get her girls sex and meat graded 6 months before their sweet s… umm ‘magic’ ‘birthday?’ I mean… Can’t he just let them be happy for another six months?

It’s not his business to make girls happy. And right now, generally, it’s not mine either.

Uuugggg… It’s going to be my job to make girls unhappy, isn’t it?

Well, yeah, you’re going to be in the intake side. That’s where they get converted. Or volunteer, which happens a lot. Do you think Hanna is happy?

Kaylee looks over at Hanna.

She does not look happy. Oh, fuck… She’s a person… All that pressure… I wasn’t thinking about her as a person… Because it was… Is… Life or death…
Shit… Do you think I shouldn’t give her to my brother?

Hanna looks over at Vicky, hopefully

Well, does he have the money for the tax? If not, well, legally she still yours.

Kaylee's lips form a tight smirk despite her best efforts.

Nope, I don’t think so… But I wasn’t going to mention that until he realized he couldn’t actually take her from me. I was hoping to save at least two lives, but maybe even one… Well… Hey Hannah, do you have any opinions about all the stuff that has happened today?

For what it’s worth, her sister, that you gave to Mr. West, is going to end up a sex slave, which is sort of a lifesaver. We get plenty of lesbians looking for skilled, ah, girls. Plus, most of the lesbians that rent slaves don’t snuff them as part of a party. Can’t say that about a lot of the younger guys that rent teens.

Five of my sisters went on spikes. All but two of the others were sold as slaves. And some of those are earmarked to be tortured, maybe to death. I’m glad I got a girl owner, seems like the best thing that could happen. I mean besides staying free, but that wasn’t gonna happen today. Dad even wanted to sell mom, but she talked him out of it.

Yah… You didn’t know you were going to be converted today, right?

I thought it was possible, but I wasn’t sure. I thought daddy loved us too much.

Huh, I thought you would be more scared.

Why? What could I do? If I ran, I would end up on a spike like the rest of my quad that you didn’t get.

Kaylee reached inside Hanna's bikini bottoms to see whether she was wet or not.

Aren’t you worried about what might happen to you?

Kaylee said in a non-threateningly, but curious way.

What are you doing, why are you feeling me up? Should I be? I’m yeah, I’m a little worried, but you’re a girl like me. You’re safer than a boy, never mind a man. I’m nervous, but not scared. I mean, what can I do anyway? Please be nice.

Kaylee just looked at her and continued to feel, for a minute.

Are you trying to turn me on, mistress? Is that what I call you?

Huh, you’re not as scared as I think I would be if I was just made a cook and sex slave for a family that you learned was going to convert their daughter if they didn’t find another girl to be a slave instead.

Why? I mean, what can I do?

In any case, yes you should call me mistress, but you can call me Kaylee.

 Kaylee starts massaging Hanna's clit.

But you should definitely call my dad Master, my mom mistress, and my brother young master.

Yes, Kaylee… Just to let you know, I’m ahhh, not really into ahhhh girls.

And I don’t care what he says, you should call him young master every time, it is his proper title and don’t tell him I told you had to do it.

Not like Steph, any way.

Hmh?

Oh, why are ahh, you are doing that in ahhh public??

As Hanna starts to get wet, Kaylee puts a finger inside her while continuing to rub her clit and do a bit of come hither.

Doing what? Did you understand my directions about my parents and brother?

You are ahh into girls, aren’t you Kaylee, I Ahhh. Any yes, ahhh, Call them master and mistress. And your brother too. What about your sisters? AHHH!

NO!

 Kaylee pinches her clit hard for a moment before going back to her former routine.

Tell me, has a girl ever made you orgasm?

AHHHH! Well, yeah, in class, and well, sometime Steph liked to play with me. AHH!

A shame, I was hoping not, but that’s o.k.

Kaylee starts searching for her G spot

Now, do you remember what to call my brother?

Ahhhh, yes, young master.

Very good!

But I still don’t know what to call your sisters? By their names or what? AHHHH!

Kaylee gives her a peck on the lips as a reward.

I have changed my mind.

AHHHH!

Kaylee uses her other hand to focus on Hanna's clit, while her first hand searches hard for her G spot.

You can call me Miss Kaylee.

Yes, Miss… Kaylee… Ah! Keep doing that… Please!

My sisters you will call by their first names. o.k.?

OK. Ahh, do they like girls too?

Kaylee gives Hanna another peck on the lips when she said Miss Kaylee.

What should you call my sisters by?

Ahhh, their names. After I learn them… Ahhhh, please don’t stop!

Kaylee gives Hanna's clit a couple of light but sharp slaps, but removes her hands completely.

Please, I was so close. Please make me cum, Miss Kaylee.

What should you call all the members of my family?

Your dad master, your mom mistress, your brother young master, you Miss Kaylee, and your sisters by their first names. Please finish me off… Finnish me off.

Do you want me to snuff you?

Before Hanna can say anything, Kaylee leans in and kisses her deeply.

Hanna, after a moment, kisses back.

Kaylee breaks the kiss.

So you want me to snuff you?

No, please, don’t snuff me. Please.

Kaylee puts her hand back in Hanna's panties and starts massaging her clit again.

I’m not going to snuff you, at least not anytime soon.

Thank you… I’m so close.

But DON’T EVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!

Kaylee smacks her clit as hard as she can.

AHHHH YES! NEVER AGAIN!

Wait, did you enjoy getting smacked?

Yes. A little.

Kaylee pauses her massaging.

Fuck. Would you enjoy it if I smacked your face?

Yeah, that’s one of the things Naomi used to do. That and spanking games. I didn’t like it at first, but, well, now I get off on it.

Fuck, you’re going to end up snuffed for sure.

Kaylee starts rubbing again.

Please don’t snuff me.

I’m not going to, you’re going to let someone go too far, maybe me, probably someone else and that will be the end of one more girly pop. But if you want to live longer, never say anything like, ‘finish me off,’ got it?

AHHHH YES MISS KAYLEE! BUT I’M SO CLOSE!!!!

Kaylee stops again.

Ahh, please don’t stop!

There is something else.

Kaylee smacks her face lightly but firmly a few times to get her attention.

You with me?

Ahh, thank you Miss Kaylee, may I have another?

Fuck, you are such snuff bait. Don’t do that. Are you too lost in the sauce to listen?

Yes, Miss Kaylee, but that’s what Naomi had me do. And I really do want another right now.

I don’t know who that is, you can tell me later, now then are you listening?

Yes…

Good, from now on, you are to cum whenever we French kiss you have 1 minute from when we start to cum. If you fail, I will choke you. Every time you fail, I will choke you for one second longer.

Yes, I understand.

You cannot touch yourself.

Yes.

But I will help you at first until you can do it all by yourself and if you cum just from the kiss of anyone else…

Thank you, miss Kaylee. I don’t cum all that easily.

I hope you can learn to associate my tongue with something that causes you irresistible pleasure. If you fail more than 150 times, you will probably die.

Yes. I will try, I am your slave and I will do what you want. Please kiss me now!

But also, if you cum from anyone else Frenching you…

Kaylee lets it hang to see if she will ask.

Yes? Will I be punished for it?

Hanna looks a little excited by that.

Three strikes and you’re snuffed.

Kaylee kisses Hanna deeply and shoves her hands into her bikini. Before Hanna can say anything, Kaylee rubs Hanna's G-spot and hammers her clit as hard as she can without being painful. Hanna tries to go as deep into Kaylee's mouth as she can with her tongue. She grabs Kaylee's head with both hands and pull in tighter.  Kaylee breaks the kiss but keeps hammering her for another 30 seconds.
Kaylee rubs Hanna'as G-spot and hammers her clit as hard as she can without being painful. Hanna tries to go as deep into Kaylee's mouth as she can with her tongue. She grabs Kaylee's head with both hands and pull in tighter.

Kaylee breaks the kiss but keeps hammering her for another 30 seconds.

She said she was difficult to get off, we might have to finish this later.

Ahhh! I’m almost there! Please — make me cum, miss Kaylee!

But we will see.

AHHHHHH! I’M CUMMING THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU AHHH!

Kaylee leans in and kisses her deeply. Kaylee slowly stops, letting her come down in her own time as they kiss. When she is done cumming, Kaylee breaks the kiss.

Girls our age often think we are hard to get off, even though we are usually at our most sensitive. In reality, most girls are bad at masturbating and guys don’t know what they are doing.

Thank you. I’ll try to cum when you kiss me. I will learn.

You came quickly.

You hit me. I’ve cum from being slapped a few times.

You did fail to cum from my kiss, though, even though I had helped you. I am going to choke you for a second now.

Vicky, can you give me a 1-1,000?

Yes, choke me. I’m a bad girl and I need to be punished.

Sure, say when.

Kaylee wraps her hands around Hanna's throat and squeezes down.

Start now.

One One thousand.

Kaylee looks Hannah in the eyes as Vicky counts to one.

Please punish me. I’m a bad girl.

I’m not going to lie, I don’t love that you’re a masochist, I might trade you for a girl that actually deserves to live, I would rather save the life of a girl that might go somewhere… But I won’t snuff you unless you deserve it… that said my dad or brother might, so be careful. Anyway, Vicky has to get back to work and has to tell Mike about how your sister ran away, and now your entire genetic line gets to be sold off for cheap, probably to meat packers.

Yes, Miss Kaylee. I will be careful around them. Do your sisters or your mother like to punish bad girls?

My mom does it because she is a parent who needs to discipline her daughters…. She says she doesn’t like it… But I suppose we will find out soon now that you will be around.

Kaylee and Vicky go back to Mike for more instructions

Mr. West? I’ve got a question for you. If one of the sluts run after she’s been converted by her father or husband, do they count as a runaway? There have been a couple that I’d like to see their whole fucking family converted and maybe snuffed, from their mother down to their littlest sister.

Not sure, but the underage sisters of a runaway aren’t converted, they get sent to a state home most of the time.

Can you look into it? It would be a good way to get dozens of teen slaves for either free or cheap, depending on what the judge says.

I’ll look into it. Need to get the right judge, but I think I know which one to bring this before. Thanks for the idea.

Anything for my master.

Don’t get smart, or I might start treating you like a real slave.

OK, Mr. West, I’ll keep that in mind.

Regardless if it was a slave’s idea or not, please look into converting all those bitches’ family. I’m getting exhausted chasing the runaways. Are you sure we can’t get some of those shotgun taser rounds? They seem to be getting out of range of the Taser-10s fairly fast.

Well, I’ll look into them, but those rounds cost about two hundred a shot.

Well, how about more bean bag rounds and us carrying shotguns to big events.

Don’t want to scare them any more than we have to Ian.

<grumble>

What that?

Nothing boss man, nothing…

A student film

At the student health center’s pool side, Eastlake University

Ah, come on girls, it will be fun, and I really need this grade. I have to pass this class to graduate, and I want to enter a film in the “Independent Film Festival” this year, and it’s almost too late to do that, even if I film it now, that doesn’t allow for much time for editing. Come on, please? I don’t wanna enter another rabbit film, I think I need to make a porno.

Courtney, Toni, and Ale: Chi Omega sorority sisters

Kim Fuller, Eastlake University film student said to her three supposed friends, Courtney Shannon, a black-haired coed, and the bottle blonde roommates and lovers, Toni Bray and Ale Preston. All three of the friends were small — waisted girls with large, bouncy, even if augmented, breasts. They were quite proud of their “Grade A Prime” appearance score from Spellbook Slaves. They were tested there with their other Chi Omega sorority sisters at the start of their pledge year. What they didn’t know, or at least weren’t worried about, is if they didn’t get at least a score of at least an A- on those tests, they would have been sold to The Dark Temple to act as either “Handmaidens of the Death Bride” or the “Death Bride” itself, either one was a painful and public death sentence. The best option for the victim being a slow strangle in a noose as a “Handmaiden to the Dark Lord”, two of which were snuffed for every monthly dark mass, normally along with “The Death Bride of the Dark Lord” being sacrificed. Some bolder Chi Omega sisters were members of the temple, taking the risk of being tortured in a weekly service for the networking and business opportunities that temple membership offered. Of course, some secretly hoped to be one of the “Sister Penitents of the Dark Temple” to be flogged or tortured during a weekly service. Chi Omega pledges were by no means qualified to be a “Life Bride of the Dark Lord”, that requiring being a virgin, at least at the “wedding”, and the sorority had the gang bang video proof that they were far from virgins. “Pledge Slut Girls Get Broken In” videos do well on streaming sites, even if all the pledges weren’t all highly graded.

The national Chi Omega leadership also had a public requirement of “no ugly sisters”, which led to the testing of pledge classes and the sale and snuffing of those that didn’t measure up. In Eastlake then generally meant being sold to The Dark Temple, to be snuffed in a monthly service. In most other cities, the failing pledge riffraff went straight to the meat yards.

Chi Omega Chapter House, Eastlake University

The Chi Omega national organization, while not as conversion oriented as Tri-delta, did like making as much money off their sisters as possible, with some chapter houses being brothels in all but name. The Eastlake chapter wasn’t, but that was more an accident of fate than anything else. The chapter house was directly across the street from a church, and even with the changing laws, they were too close to be a sexual-oriented business. There was an ongoing fight in the Eastlake city council between the sex workers union and church groups to change the distance from church or school law on how close a sexual business could be. So far, the church groups were winning. Of course, being Eastlake University sorority girls, they had high cocksucking scores as a would-be pledge had to have at least an 85% or better score to even pledge to any official sorority. Chi Omega at Eastlake University had an unofficial requirement of 95%, as to keep their string of victories in the “Eastlake Greek Life” magazine’s deep throat contest going.

Courtney Shannon at Toppers Gentlemen's Club — Courtney Shannon at Toppers Gentlemen’s Club

Unlike the other two girls, Courtney had actually thought about the sex slave offer that the gentleman at Spellbook Slaves had offered them after their tests. She told him that she would think about it. And she was serious about it. She was already most of the way to being a whore, being a dancer at “Toppers”, a free women strip club, might as well make it official or be a sex slave. Like most free women strip clubs, the mouth, tongue, and throat of the dancers at Toppers were for sale, at just high enough cost that it didn’t trigger the personal contact sex rules, but low enough as to not be a money issue for most men and free women. A good cocksucker could make over two hundred dollars a day on her knees, even after the club’s cut, and Courtney was a good cocksucker, being highly rated, even for a Chi Omega sister. There are a considerable number of men and free women that have a fetish for free women sex, saying it was better because she had a choice. What they didn’t know is that the dancers really didn’t have a choice. While not required by contract to blow customers, those that didn’t tend to be converted on trumped-up charges and sold to Club Tartarus, a slave dancer club, which has a motto of “Where they Dance and Die”. The conversion clause was in the dancers’ contract, like most employment contracts in 2025. Giving free blow jobs was a good way to trigger being converted, as were violations of the rules about being on time for a shift and not doing drugs during a shift. Toppers prided itself on being run just like a normal business, even if their business was tits and deep throating.

“If I don’t get a husband, or more realistically, a sugar mommy, by the end of school, I might as well become a sex slave or start working a real brothel. Being a slave sounds like it might be less work. It couldn’t be worse than working at Toppers. I mean, I blow strangers, or eat the pussy of lesbians, at the club for money, and either of those would be the same, except that I would be fucked more aggressively. And that sounds like a good idea. I’m pissed that I can’t fuck customers in the club, fucking is where the real money is, I’m told. But I don’t trust most of the customers enough to “go for a ride” with them. Valerie never came back from one ride. And the ones I do trust just want to fuck my throat.” The raven haired beauty thought.

But you said you wanted to make a porno? What does that have to do with a grade? I mean that’s not what you normally make, I’ve seen some of your films. And why the old cameras? Wouldn’t it be easier to use a modern camera or high-end phone?

Like I said, Toni, Ms. Grant wants us to step outside our normal comfort zone and make something that we would not normally make. My last 2 films were nature documentaries, and a lesbian porno is about as far as “The feeding habits of the American Cottontail” as you can get. But not as cute as bunnies, I’ll grant that. And I’m doing it analog because Ms. Grant is old school and is giving extra credit for doing it on film, even if the editing is digital. She wants to see the raw footage as well, so see how we edited.

Well, OK, I guess we can help you make a porno. Are you getting a sorority girl to do us, or are we going down on one another or what? I mean, you’re going to be running the camera, so whose’s doing what to whom?

No, I will set up a 3 cameras on tripods around me and which one of you I’m fucking with a strap on at the time and edit them together. I’ll have a cheap digital camera mounted on each tripod so I can frame shots without wasting film. That shit is expensive. I can’t afford a real camera person, so I’ll have one of you that I’m not fucking taking closeups with the hand held, and I’ll use tripods and timers for the long shots. The hand held is a deluxe super 8 mm autofocus camera with sound, but I’m not using the sound function today. I’ve got a reel to reel recorder with a shotgun mic, to get the sound. So all you have to do is aim it and pull the trigger. Don’t spend too much time on any hole, it’s only got a 3-minute cartridge, and I’d rather not swap them out any more than I need to. Just get some shots of the strap-on going deep in the “victim”. Don’t cross the marks on the floor, if you do, it will mess up the shot, and I’ll have to do it again, and we really don’t have the time to do that. Going over time would make me cross. Just use the zoom lens for about a minute max per hole and try to hold it steady. If you drop my camera and break it, I will do everything in my power to have you snuffed in the most painful and degrading way possible. I will find some loophole in the student’s guidebook rules that you are technically in violation of and have you converted and sold to The Torture Channel, or failing that to a meat shop. That camera not only expensive, it’s the only one of its kind in town that I could find for sale, and they are difficult to find at even close to affordable prices online. So be fucking careful. To be honest, if it comes down to the camera or one of you, well, just hope it doesn’t come to that because I’d probably choose the camera. Just a bit of warning, the other analog cameras on the tripods belong to the school’s film studies department. If you damage one of them, well, I know they would sell you to The Torture Channel. Damaging university property is a convertible offense here. The digital ones are mine, but they are cheap-ass things, so if you have to break a camera, do them. It would be a good idea to not break any of them, just saying. I would just have you fuck each other, but Ms. Grant says we have to have some time on the lens side of the camera in this project. She wants us to write, produce, direct and star in a film “outside our comfort zone”. If it wasn’t a third of the classes grade, I would blow it off, but it’s the difference between passing and failing the class, so, out of my comfort zone it is. And I don’t think yet another rabbit film would do well at a film festival.

Plus, if I let you do the fucking, I would not be able to do part two of the plan to get some money from you cunts and start to get my revenge, Kim thought

Oh. You’re going to fuck us with a strap on. I’ve never been actually fucked by a girl wearing a strap on. They just normally use a hand held dildo on me, or just lick me. And I’ll be extra careful with your camera.

Toni isn’t the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. What she didn’t know is that unless her grades came up by the end of the year, and she was able to keep her cheer-leading scholarship, her parents were going to sell her, most likely to the Torture Channel, they being the people who would pay the most for her grade A Prime body. This would be as an example to their other dozen or so daughters as to the dangers of not keeping up with their school work. Toni was one bad semester away from having a horrible day. She was more or less aware of her parents’ policy on grades, having lost one of the triplets in front of her to it. But she thought that she didn’t have to worry about it, given what she thought was the “favorite daughter” status of her mother. What she didn’t understand was that her mother had little to say in the matter, being a slave wife, a fact not known to Toni, and her father tended to think of his daughters as possible paychecks walking around. He was planing on selling off most of them as soon as they graduated from high school, if they weren’t going to be “worthwhile” members of society. If Toni wasn’t on a cheer-leading scholarship, she would have been sold a couple of years ago, pretty much as soon as she graduated from high school.

Yeah, Toni, but you have been fucked by a man. I know, I walked in on you often enough. Just like that, apart from, it never gets soft. Plus, it doesn’t normally make a mess all over your face. Men seem to like to do that. If you end up liking it, I might start doing it to you.

You’re right, Ale, it just seems a little weird. And yeah, no facial is a good thing. Messes up my makeup.

Ale had a different issue hanging over her head. She was one messed up ‘little black book’ entry away from being converted and made a fraternity fuck toy. She was stringing a dozen or so frat boys of Gamma Epsilon along, fucking or sucking, mainly fucking, them each, but no more than twice a month each. All the frat rats knew what she was doing, but she was a good enough fuck to make them not push it, and to take their turns. They all kept close notes and made sure that they got video of the sex from a hidden phone. They knew that at some point she would mess up and bingo, then a Gamma Epsilon brother gets a new sex toy. And Gamma Epsilon brothers share their toys.

OK, here is what we’re going to do. My idea is that I’m going to make it look like there is only one of you, but your face and body change at random, I will start with you Ale. Strip down, then get on your hands and knees. I will fuck you in your pussy until the cartridges run out, that’s about 3 and a half minutes, then pull out, and fuck you in the ass for the next set of cartridges. I’ll would be flogging on your back as I fuck your ass, but I forgot my flogger. After I’ve done that for a cartridge worth, I will shove my rubber cock all the way down your little 85% or more cocksucking skill throat. Subsequently, we swap bodies and do the same thing to each of you. Courtney, take the hand — held camera and get a good shot of me in each hole. Do you have it? OK, let’s get started. And please remember what I said about the cameras. And girls, remember there shouldn’t be much apart from grunts and moans.Try not to do more than that, editing asynchronous sound is a bitch. Remember grunt and moan while being fucked. No vocalizations.

It didn't occur to any of the coeds that what Kim was doing would be enough different types of sex to make them eligible for conversion. The digital cameras would provide the needed time stamps for the sex to count and show that enough time had elapsed between partners as to not count as group sex.  Kim was counting on this, if one of them did ping to the possibility, she would drop the deep throat of the girls and just use this footage, instead of getting the money for them as slaves. And that would blow this chance at revenge.

OK, Ale, lube yourself up and get on your hands and knees. Put your knees on those bits of gaffer’s tape I’ve put on the floor. Need to make sure you are in the exact place I’ve blocked out. I’m going to set the timers on the tripod cameras so they will start running about when I get to you. I’m going fast and hard, so be ready. Make sure you lube your ass, I’m going deep in it.

Ah, Kim, I’m not so sure about the ass thing. I don’t generally get fucked in my ass.

Are you saying you aren’t going to do it?

Well, no, it’s OK if you fuck my ass, just be gentle.

I really can’t do that. The whole point of the film is using a submissive woman like she was just life support for her holes. You should take them as deep as they will go, both for a man and for a domina. I’m only letting you lube up so you don’t scream while I’m fucking you. That would be a pain to edit.

Well, OK. Let me get a little stoned first. I guess I’m a sub, at least for this film.

Well, don’t take too long doing that. I’ve only got this room reserved for two hours, unless you want to roughly fucked in public.

Ale, you’re a sub all the time. You don’t even do cowgirl because that’s “not what a girl should do”.

After a few hits, Ale got down on her hands and knees, making sure her knees were on the marked spots.

Come and fuck me mommy Kim… I’m a bad girl and I need to be fucked by mommy.

No, don’t say anything, you don’t have any lines. Just grunt and moan while I fuck you. I’m setting the timers now. Get ready to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before. If I knock you down, please get back up as soon as you can. You need to stay in the doggy style position as much as possible. I understand that might be difficult because I intend to fuck you hard, but it’s what the film needs.

As Ale settled into her “arms and knees” pose, Kim came up behind her and rubbed the head of the ten-inch strap on at the edge of Ale's cunt, then drove it in with one long push.  Ale grunted, then let out a moan as she remembered what she had been told.  Kim pulled back about half way, then slammed forward again.  The young coed rocked forward under the force of the assault on her cunt.  She moved back into place as quickly as she could, only to be slammed forward by another of Kim's thrusts.  Kim continued to abuse Ale's pussy, slamming deep into it, then pulling back, and slamming in again.  Ale's grunts turned more into moans, that got louder and higher pitched as the assault went on.  Kim abruptly stopped when she heard the cameras' click as they finished their cartridges.

OK, that was your cunt. Do you need a break before I do your ass?

No, mommy, I don’t. Fuck my ass. please mommy.

Told you she was a sub.

Did you get some good shots?

Yes, mistress, I did.

Seems like she’s not the only sub here today.

Yes, mistress, Please fuck me like you fucked her, I need to be fucked like the little slut I am.

OK, Ale. Let me reset the cameras, then we will do your ass. It’s too bad I forgot to bring a flogger, that would be great on your back. Backs like yours cry out to be stripped.

What about a leather belt, mistress? I’ve got one in my bag.

Are all of you sluts closet subs? And yes, I’ll take your belt, Courtney, and beat the living daylights out of all of you with it. I’ll just need to be careful to more or less hit the same spots on your back, or editing will be a bitch.

The three coeds all mumbled what could be taken as “yes mistress”

If they are all subs, that will make stage two a lot easier. Might not need to have the slavers ambush them as they come out of class. Worry about that later.

OK. I’ve got the timers set. I’m going to do your ass now, Ale. Remember no vocalizations, just grunts and moans.

With that, Kim slammed into Ale ass with even less prep than she did with her cunt.  Ale grunted, then moaned, then let out a cry of fuck my ass mommy, fuck my ass!  Oh, God, please, fuck my ass, mommy.  Kim stopped. Well, shit.  Going to need a re-shoot of this one.  Is it too much to ask of you to not talk, just moan?  I wasn't going to flog your back very hard, just enough to leave marks, but now I think I'll make it so you bleed.  I'm sorry, mommy, but it just came out.  I'll be good, please, fuck me more, beat me until I bleed, I am nothing but your little worthless slut!
Kim looked down on the grovelling sorority girl, thinking, yeah, this one needs to be converted as soon as possible.  I'm surprised she made it this far in life without being made a play toy or worse.  She should sell for a nice chunk of change.  And she seems to be a pain slut, so that will help in getting her to the right master or mistress for what I want.

Stay there. I’ve got to reset the cameras. I should charge you for the wasted film, but I allowed for fuckups, I just didn’t think they would be so soon. OK, get ready, I’m going to fuck your ass. I hope it’s still lubed because I’m going fast and hard. Courtney, make sure you get some good shots of my bottoming out in this slut’s ass.

As soon as the timers ran down, Kim slammed into Ale's ass, with no warning.  As Kim rammed into Ale's ass, she started very precisely landing strokes with Courtney's leather belt.  First one strike to the hapless coed's right side, then one to the left, then repeating the cycle. Kim was trying hard to land each stroke on the same place as the ones before. She did this not only because of the increased level of pain that would cause, but so she could do the same cycle with the other two coeds. Ale let out a yelp after the 1st strike, then pushed back, grunting, which changed to moaning as Kim got her rhythm going. Kim kept up the brutal attack on both Ale's ass and back, even as she noticed some blood on her rubber cock and on Ale's back where the belt's welts were oozing blood.

Oh, good. She’s bleeding. I hope I can get the rest of them to bleed. Chi Omega sluts deserve to be fucked and beaten until they bleed. Of course I’ll need to beat the other two like that, which wasn’t in the plan, but it’s a good thing over all. It’s not like that being able to wear clothes that show their back is going to be an thing they worry about soon.

About this time, the tripod mounted cameras clicked, indicating they had finished with the cartridges.

OK, I got to reload then get ready for some ass to mouth action. I expect you to lick my cock clean, like the good little slut you are.

Yes, mommy. I don’t have a gag reflex, fuck my throat with your cock.

Kim loaded the cameras with film

So slut, how much film is in the hand held?

Courtney looked confused.

Did you mean me?

Yes, Courtney, I meant you. There should be an indicator on the side.

Looks like about a minute and a half, mistress.

OK, use all of it while I throat fuck this slut.

Yes, mistress.

Kim positioned herself in front of Ale.

Now, I’m going to start slow, and I want you to use your tongue to clean off the lube, shit, and blood from the strap on. Once you have that done, I will ram it down your highly rated throat. All the way down. If I were a boy, my balls would be hitting your chin. As it is, the hard rubber ones on this cock might bruise your chin. Like battle scars for a slut like you.

Yes, mommy, fuck my throat. I’m ready for your cock in my throat now.

Toni, make sure you get some shots of her licking the strap on clean, then just keep up as I bottom out in her throat.

With that, the blonde film student put the head of the strap on in her actresses mouth and slowly began to push it in.  Ale licked it as it went in and out, cleaning it off for three or four cycles.  After it was clean, Kim grabbed Ale's head and in one forceful push shoved the rubber cock down the Chi Omega sister's throat.  As to be expected of a such highly rated cocksucker, Ale took it in with no gagging or other issues.  Kim held it in for a few seconds, then pulled almost all the way out, then rammed it in again.  She kept up this assault until the cameras clicked, in indication that they were out of film.

OK, let’s check out the digital playback. Of course, not going to be able to see the closeups until I develop the film. Plus the digital cameras have a bit of parallax and the lenses aren’t the same, so they aren’t perfect, but they should give us an idea of what’s going on.

Kim had an ulterior motive for checking the digital cameras, she wanted to make sure she had good indication of her having had 3 acts of sex with Ale.  After viewing all three digital camera's recordings, she was pleased.  It was clear that she had used each hole with a strap on for several minutes, so she had “person of personal contact” rights on Ale.

OK, that’s one. Even if one of the other sluts figures out what is going on, this slut is mine as soon as I go to a slaver. Hmm. Might not want to use the campus slaver, they post conversions on the cork board in the central quad and I might want to do this trick again. I mean it will be tricky to do again, but damn near impossible if it’s posted where every one can see it. I think it goes on their social media pages as well. Think I’ll use Spellbook, they seem to be the slaver of choice for the Southside crowd. I think they are who dad used when he converted his slut of a office secretary. The other place, what is it, “We are Slaves”, something like that, has had so many bad reviews, they don’t seem to like women slaving women and try to get the slaving woman to volunteer. Like I’m going to do that.

OK, don’t want to waste too much time here, I’ve only got this space for 2 hours, and I’m sure you would rather not be considered a lesbian bottom by the afternoon Yoga class.

I’m not sure if I care about that.

Well, I do. What I do in my private time is just that, private, I don’t want it to get back to the boys of Gamma Epsilon. Might change what they do with me. I would rather not play with their other girlfriends when it’s play time.

Like that’s going to matter after next week.

OK, Toni, it’s your turn to get fucked by the big rubber cock. Courtney, take the camera to get close-ups. Toni, get in the same position and place as Ale did. And Courtney, don’t cross the line and get in the shot. It will not go well for you if you do. I understand that Topper’s has a “Flog-a-bitch” option now, and I might take them up on that. Your tits would look great with some whip marks. And I’ll have several of my friends join in. Have a whole tit flogging party. And then you can eat me out. And deep throat John-boy. I think you were who he was talking about from his last trip to Topper’s.

Yes, mistress. I will treat your camera as if my life depends on it. And I will not cross the line. Please don’t flog my tits. I’ll eat you out, just don’t flog my tits.

Kim noticed that Toni was lubing her ass, but not her cunt.

You don’t need to lube your cunt, slut? I’m not going to be easy on you…

No, mistress, I’m wet enough to take on a horse cock.

Do I want to know why you know that?

Well, I’ve never fucked a real horse, but our roommate Veronica has a life-size rubber horse cock model that we play with. I can take it almost all the way in my cunt, and can almost take it down my throat. Can’t get it into my ass, and we’ve tried.

You are a slut. How are you still a free woman?

Yes, I’m a slut. But I’m careful about it, no more than 2 per month, boys and girls both.

Yeah, sure you are. You’re about to be converted because you “helped a friend make a film”. You must not be aware that using each hole counts as three events. Of course sluts like her don’t keep up with the law, they depend on being told. And no one has told them. Too bad for them.

OK, get in the exact pose as Ale did. That’s an important part of the film, you three are just different aspects of the same woman.

Toni got in as close as she could too Ale's position in the same place, on the knee markers on the floor.  Kim moved behind her, grabbed her hips and slammed forward.  Toni grunted, then started to fuck back, while moaning. Courtney got close-ups of Kim fucking Toni's cunt, staying well over the line as to not be in the blocked shots.  After what seemed to be a short time, Kim stopped her assault on Toni's pussy as the camera's clicked.

OK, stay there while I change out the film.

Yes, mistress, I shall not move.

Kim rapidly changed the film cartridge on the three cameras, then returned to be behind Toni.  As soon as she heard the cameras start rolling, she grabbed Toni's hips and slammed into her ass harder and faster, if anything, than she did for Ale.   After a few times of bottoming out on the hapless coed, Kim began to strike Toni's back with the belt, being sure to only strike the same places as she did on Ale.  She noticed that the belt was getting bloodier than it did on Ale, but there didn't seem to be any shit or blood on the strap on.  She redoubled her efforts, in a vain attempt to make Toni's ass bleed on to the strap on, but to no effect before the cameras clicked.

OK, one more time, this time down your throat. Let me change the film and then let’s see if you can deep throat as well as Ale does. There is no crap or blood on it, so I’m just going to go straight to deep in your throat with no foreplay. I hope you’re ready for that.

After changing the film, Kim moved to in front of Toni, placing the head of her rubber cock just inside Toni's mouth, and waited for the timers to go off.  As soon as she heard them, she rammed it down Toni's throat in one long thrust.  Toni's eyes bulged, but apart from that, had no signs of distress.  After about a minute of violating Toni's throat, Kim stopped on down thrust and left it in the coed's throat.

If I leave it down there long enough, she will die. I’d do that if she was a slave and I would start to get my revenge, but she’s still a free woman today and because I’m also a possibly convertible woman, it would be murder, not a slap on the wrist like men or mistresses get when they kill a convertible woman. Not worth it, even if I can “prove” it was an accident, the courts don’t seem to care whether a convertible woman is innocent or not. OK, I’ll pull out.

With that thought, she pulled out, and Toni made the first sounds of distress as she gulped air.  Just moments after that, the cameras clicked and she pulled out of Toni's mouth.

I thought you were going to kill me…

I thought about it. But with seven cameras filming it and two witnesses it would have been a slam dunk murder charge and snuffing your worthless ass, even if it would be doing the world a favor, isn’t worth being tortured to death.

Well, that’s three for two of them, and they seem to be clueless about it.

OK, Courtney, it’s your turn.

Yes, mistress. I’ve been taking my cunt juice and putting in my ass, I don’t think I’ll need to use KY on my worthless ass.

OK, it’s literally your ass. I’m not going to be any easier on you because you didn’t lube up right. And we aren’t going to stop to let you lube if it comes to that. Ale, take the camera. And please remember what I said about dropping it or crossing the blocking lines.

Yes, mommy.

Kim reset the cameras, then returned to the marked position, where Courtney was waiting for her. As soon the timers went off, she slammed into her cunt, being surprised at the lack of friction, Courtney wasn't just wet, she was drenched.  Taking this as a sign, Kim begins to fuck Courtney faster and faster, going as deep as she could into her cunt.  There was no grunting from Courtney; she only moaned for a while then shook once, clearly during a mind-shattering orgasm.   As Courtney came down from the afterglow, the cameras clicked off.

You came, didn’t you, slut? Did I say you could cum?

Yes mistress I came, and I came hard. Watching you fuck Ale and Jodi was the hottest thing I’ve seen in years, and I was on the edge even as you started to fuck me. But I need to be punished for cumming without your permission. Please make me bleed even more than you did with Jodi.

Need to be punished? I can do that.

As soon as the cameras were ready, Kim slammed into the pain slut's ass, going as deep as she could.  She started using the belt on Courtney's back hard and fast.  The young coed had soft and delicate skin which started to bleed profusely almost immediately, enough so that there was some blood splatter from the belt's impact.

Damn. That’s going to be difficult to edit together, her skin is so much more tender than the other two sluts. I’ll have it make the more gory parts towards the end of the sequence.

Kim continued her assault on Courtney's ass until the camera's clicked. Once she heard the noise, she stopped, and started to pull out.

No, mistress, keep fucking my ass, I’m almost there… Please let me cum!

OK, slut if that’s what you want.

With that, the film student rammed her rubber cock deep in to Courtney's bowels, then pulling out and ramming it as deep as it would go.

Oh, God, just a few more… I’m so close.

On hearing this, the sadistic blonde pulled all the way out. I told you not to talk. I'm stopping now. Courtney wailed. Noooo

Kim got up and went to change the film on the cameras, to include the hand held, then, as she heard the timers run down and the cameras begin to film, she just shoved the blood, shit and lube covered dildo down the panting coed's mouth.

You can clean off my cock with your throat!

Damn it, going to need to edit that out. Or I can do another take, I’ve got just enough film to do one more. Well, really don’t have time for that. Meh, I’m doing plenty of cut shots as it is.

Kim continued her relents assault on Courtney's throat.  This wasn't even close to a blowjob, this was throat fucking pure and simple.  As the cameras clicked off, she kept the rubber cock down Courtney's throat.  After 30 seconds or so, she pulled out.

It’s only because there are witnesses apart from your slut friends that I’m letting you live. Wave you your audience, slut.

The three Chi Omega sisters turned as saw that there were several women who came in early for their yoga class. The yoga students laughed and clapped, and one said You could have snuffed the bitch, we wouldn't tell!  Chi Omega sluts deserve it! The three violated girls rapidly gathered their bikinis, hastily got dressed and ran from the health center, the yoga students laughing at them as they went by.

We’ll see you later, Kim!

Yeah, when I take you to the slavers. So much for telling them they are converted and to go with me to Spellbook. Meh, it’s Spellbook’s problem to get them now. I’ll make sure they know the easy way of getting them.

Thursday Morning, The Week After the Filming. Spellbook Slaver’s Intake Desk.

Hi! I’m Kim Fuller, and I’ve got the PPC rights on three sluts, and I want to convert them. I don’t think they know that I’m converting them, you will have to go get them. I can tell you what class they will be coming out of this afternoon, so your collection man can get them.

Sure, we can do that. I assume you have some proof of this? Sorry, can’t just take your word for it, even with the new looser rules. That really applies to women who aren’t a mistress. Sorry, facts of life.

Oh, yeah, I’ve got plenty of proof. Here it’s from three cameras. They were for a film project. I’m got some analog film of the whole thing, but I doubt that will count, no timestamps. Way old school 20th century tech.

With that, Kim gave Thomas three micro SD cards from the digital cameras.

OK, let’s take a look, and yeah, film seldom counts, unless you have like a newspaper or something that shows the date in frame.

Sorry, it’s long, like over an hour, but I got 3 and half minutes in each of their holes. I’m violently fucking them, but you can tell that they were not objecting. In fact, they seem to like it. At least one of them orgasmed while I fucked her.

That’s OK, that’s what the fast-forward option is for. And we don’t care whether they liked it or not, just if they weren’t objecting to being fucked. Passive is OK now.

Thomas put the first chip in his computer, noted the time stamp, and started to play the MP4.  The one he had selected was from the right side and showed obviously that Kim had done the needed sex acts with all three.  While the wide angle digital camera also showed the other girls holding the camera, it was clear that they were not part of the sex act and doing sex in public counted as convertible sex after July 2024.  The video also showed that there was enough time between sex that it didn't count as group sex.

Don’t need to watch the rest, this first one shows enough. Even if you can’t really tell that the second doggy style was in their ass, which is difficult, but not impossible, there is enough time between the fucking while you were doing whatever it is that you were doing to the film cameras that it would count even if you’re just cunt fucking them again. Anyway, like I said, doesn’t matter, I can tell. Nice form on the flogging, by the way. Now, if you can give me their names, I can check the database and conditionally convert them.

Courtney Shannon, Toni Bray, and Ale Preston. They are Eastlake University students, which should be some help in finding them. Chi Omega sorority, if big brother’s database goes that far.

Well, that will help narrow down the person, assuming there is a name bounce. Let me see. Nope, no name bounce, so I don’t have to enter any extra filters, and they are all shown as convertible.

Thomas makes a few adjustments in the state database, changing their status to “converted, awaiting pregnancy test”

OK, they are conditionally converted

Why did you just conditionally convert them? Didn’t I give you enough proof?

Oh, yeah, your proof was all I needed, but I have to make sure they aren’t pregnant. So their conversion is conditional based on pregnancy test. If we don’t get a test within 72 hours of the database conversion, they default back to free status. Converting a pregnant woman is a no-go. It’s about the only thing that single women can use to avoid being converted, assuming that a proper PPC case was made against them, and of course, it’s not rape, which isn’t an issue here. You said you could tell me when and where we can do a pickup? We would rather not do an in class pickup, EU has requested that we limit those to only the most necessary times. Where and where can we pick them up? Please say you have some place apart from their chapter house. Other than Tri-delta, getting sorority girls from their chapter house is more of a pain than it’s worth, so I’d rather get them on the commons if possible.

They should be coming out of Johnson Hall at 1:30. They normally travel in a pack with some of their other sorority friends. I hope that’s not a problem.

That might make it a bit tricky, but whatever, Evan likes doing pickups where he gets to taser sluts, even if they aren’t the pickup.

What about payment?

Oh, you are selling them to us? I thought you were starting a harem. My bad. I was about to tell you our charges. Well, the database shows that they were rated A Prime, but that was 2 years ago, so we will have to grade them again. The freshman 15 often changes a girl’s rating, and seldom for the better. I can tell from the videos that they are all at least A, but telling A, A+, and A Prime apart from sex videos is tricky. Tell you what, come in Friday afternoon around four, and we can make payment on them then. I’ll tell the afternoon shift to expect you.

Eastlake University, in front of Johnson Hall, 1:30 Friday.

You know, Ian, I’d like to just taser a few of these bitches and take them back to the shop. They should have gone all the way on that when they changed the law.

Evan, even hunters can’t just grab one off the street, the slut has to be doing something that would trigger it. And just walking around on the commons, even if not wearing much, isn’t going to trigger it. Plus, the university has declared the commons “hunter free zone”. They want to encourage naked coeds, and letting sluts be hunted for that tends to limit the nakedness. You could just rape one, you know, it’s just an obscenity charge now, and that assumes that the EU would press charges. I’d do that chick with the green hair in the micro mini and see through top. It’s almost like she was asking to be fucked. It might not be rape if you asked nice. If we weren’t on a pickup, I might ask her myself. Meh, come back Monday maybe, I’ll take a late and long lunch.

Not the same Ian, not the same. I don’t want to just get my rocks off in a slut, I want them to have a really, really, bad day. Oh, wait, here they come. They have got a redhead with them. I hope she tries to stop the capture, she looks like she would look good with a taser in her bare midriff.

You say that about most redheads. But you’re right, she does look like prime taser bait. That being said, Mike has said we are to attempt to do a nonviolent capture as often as possible. Stay here while I go talk to them.

Who died and put you in charge? As I recall, I’m the team lead.

Yeah, whatever. You just want to taser the sluts and go from there. I’m more likely to get them to go peacefully and not scare the rest of the sluts on campus. They start running as soon as they see us if they fear us. Stay back, but in taser range. Zap if they even start to run.

Ok, we’ll do it your way. I’d hope they run, I like it when they do.

I know, I know. It’s close to your favorite thing.

Excuse me, are you three Courtney Shannon, Toni Bray, and Ale Preston?

Yes, why?

Well, I’m from Spellbook Slaves, and I’ve got a valid conversion order on the three of you, and I’d rather you come quietly, but tasering isn’t out of the question. Actually, my partner would like it if you ran, he has a thing for tasering women and girls.

That bitch. I knew Kim was up to something. OK, we’ll come along. Right girls? It’s one way to get out of mid-terms. And being a sex slave sounds like fun, I mean, it’s not like Kim sold us to a meat company. I know that Spellbook does mainly sex slaves as their primary thing.

With that, Ian zip ties the girls' arms behind their back.

OK, Evan, let’s get them in the van.

OK, we could still taser them and drag their asses to the van

Look at what they are wearing. Miniskirts and cropped tee shirts. Looks like without bras. They would get road rash on their legs at least and maybe their tits, and that would lower their value. Mike would be unhappy about that.

<Sigh> Yeah. If there is one thing Mr. West cares about during a capture is lowering the slave’s value. I got docked a couple of hours pay a few months ago for bruising a slut’s face when I back handed her. How was I supposed to know she had delicate skin? It’s not like she was wearing a warning sign.

Spellbook Slaves Intake Desk, Friday Afternoon.

So these are the three Chi Omega girls that Miss Fuller converted?

Yeah. For the record, we didn’t do the bruises on their backs. I noticed them when I zip tied them. It looks like a wide flogger was used.

Yeah, I have seen the recordings, Miss Fuller, who converted them, beat their backs while she was ass fucking them. Doesn’t matter, what a slut’s back looks like isn’t normally important in grading. Some meat places don’t like backs with marks on them, I don’t know why, but they aren’t going to the meat department or being sold to a meat processor. There isn’t currently an outstanding request for an appearance “A prime” sow for roasting at close to sex slave market value, from any of the meat shops, so that’s not an issue.

See, I told you we would be sex slaves. This will be fun.

OK, girls, please go into the ladies room and give me a urine sample. We need to test to see if you are pregnant right now. If you are, well, you’ll be free to go. If not, well, we grade you and then pay Miss Fuller your wholesale value. Go in one at a time, please. Once you have filled the cup, strip down and stand in front of the camera so I can grade you.

The three soon to be slaves follow Mr. West's instructions.  None of them are pregnant, so their status is changed to fully converted in the state database.  As their status is being changed, Vicky runs the grading system on them, all getting an A Prime grade.

Ok, You are all A Prime, but I think you knew that. For what it’s worth, you are a C as meat mainly because of your fake tits, and D as twink, however looking at your scores, it’s possible that a sex club, even a gay one, might be interested in you, don’t often see that high of a score on all three. But big boobs turn off the gay community, as a general rule, so you’re safe from spending the rest of your life being sodomized. Vicky, put them in the intake holding cell. Having some hotties on display helps with pushing reluctant converters over the edge. I don’t know why, but it does. I’ve got the records to back that up. You would think that if they are bringing one or more women in to be converted, they would not get cold feet at the last minute, but that happens two or three times a week. Mainly for wives, not so much for daughters or stepdaughters, and rarely for girlfriends or fuck toys. In fact, almost never for fuck toys.

Vicky took the three new slaves to the holding pen.  The girls giggled and whispered among themselves.

Mr. West, I don’t think these slaves know their place yet. Can I flog one?

Hmm. Not right now, Vicky, but maybe later today. Having a slave on the public whipping post helps with conversions, even better than just having them in the cage. Tell you what, if they are still unsold by 5, take the short one out and give her 50.

Thanks, Mr. West. While I know it’s bad luck to say it, I almost hope they don’t get sold. Did you hear that, sluts? If you don’t get sold in the next couple of hours, I get to flog your ass.

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully.  One volunteer, several girlfriends and one whole family of 12 were converted.  One of the fraternities bought a dozen teen blondes, for use during a party.  A newly-wed couple bought a “redheaded cleaning slave, whose also a sex toy”.  The husband decided against converting his new wife at the same time, despite some urging by the counter staff.  All in all, a quiet day.  About four PM, Kim Fuller arrived, followed closely by Isaac Barton.

So, I see you have captured them. How did they grade?

A prime, as expected. They only got a C for meat, if that matters.

Am I to understand that these beauties are freshly caught and for sale? They look to be unholy.

Yes, Isaac, they are for sale, and yes, they are, in fact, unholy. Miss Fuller here PPC them last week and had us capture them from the university this afternoon. I haven’t even paid her for them yet, they are that new. What can I do for you today?

Well, to be honest, I need another set of four practice slaves. Seems the dark ladies got a little carried away with trying to go for almost, but not quite dead in garrote. Snuffed all four, well before their normal date. As such, I need some more practice slaves. I almost needed more dark ladies, but Sheila talked me out of it, and I only gave them 50 lashes.

Do they need to be white? I’ve got a nice bunch of Japanese tourist girls that I bought a couple of weeks ago from their “boyfriends”. You would think that tourists from countries that have slavery would learn the local laws affecting it, but I get dozens of them every year. These four have bigger breasts than you normally like for practice slaves, and they are mid-20s, not teens, but to be honest, I’m having a bit of time selling them off due to their low English skills, but I suspect that will not matter for you and Sheila. I’ll cut you a deal on them. Try not to need any more dark ladies, goths aren’t volunteering much this time of year, and haven’t had a boyfriend sell off a “big titty goth girlfriend” in a while. One was sold by her mother, but she was quickly bought by a gaming group to be their mascot.

That would be a nice change. I haven’t killed an Asian girl in ages. Maybe from before the changes. And yes, it doesn’t matter that they don’t speak English, screams transcend language. I’ll keep in mind what you said about dark ladies. Even if they were readily available, training a new set would be a long process. Our current set is actually doing quite well. I just need to keep a closer eye on them, and maybe chastise them more often.

I keep forgetting that Isaac and maybe Sheila were a serial killers before they became some of my best customers. At least he has dropped plenty of hints about that. Meh, I’m not a cop, not my problem.

Vicky, go get those Japanese tourists that didn’t know the rules, please.

So, about these caged unholy beauties. Two of them look like they would be nice play toys. Not so sure about the short one.

Well, I’d like to sell them as a set. I can let you have all three for 10 grand, that’s a discount for the one with the C cup breasts.

Hmm. You say that Miss Fuller here is responsible for their capture?

Yes, she is. And, of course, she will get the normal bonus for a slave being selected to be a play toy of yours, assuming she approves of their use.

Ah, what does being a play toy mean? And why a bonus? Not that I’m going to turn it down, but I’d rather these girls do not get off with an easy life as some rich man’s arm candy. Chi Omega pissed me off last year. I was going to ask you if you could arrange them to have a harder than normal and shorter than normal life.

Oh, that’s not going to be a problem. You see, my wife and I like to take large breasted unholy women and slowly torture them to death. Well, actually, we watch while our Dark Ladies do it.

On hearing this, the three doomed girls started yelling about that's not they were for, they were sex slaves and pleading with Mr. West to not sell them to this horrible man.

Vicky, would you, please? They are starting to bother me. Taser them, then collar them and zap as needed. Don’t snuff them.

Vicky picks up the counter taser and rapidly stuns the protesting slaves.  They are slave collared and Vicky gives them as warning zap, which causes the slaves to yelp and grab their collars, but it did silence them.

If you raise your voice again, I zap you once more. That was level 2. It goes to 11. Of course, 11 kills, so I might not, maybe, use that on you. Mr. West said not to, and what he wants generally goes here. But every time you make a noise, I’ll hit you again, one level higher than the one before.

Miss Fuller, the bonus money, is Isaac’s way of insuring that we get a constant stream of play toys. People are encouraged by the extra cash to bring in slaves that meet their criteria. I’ll grant that black hair isn’t one of his normal choices.

But Mr. West, look how her breast jiggle. They are obviously unholy. She’s ideal, apart from her hair, and we can do something about that before the main event.

To be honest, we normally don’t sell slaves to Isaac and Shelia unless the seller knows about what will happen to them and approves of it, and at least doesn’t care, which is more often the case.

Oh, I not only care, I want them slowly tortured to death. That’s the ideal outcome of this. Sir, is there any chance I can film their torture and death? You see, I’m a film student, and I’m a little at lost to see what I’m going to do to finish the film of their degradation. I really hadn’t thought about what to do after capturing them. Might have mixed in some of my nature film footage with them being fucked lesbian style, I don’t know. Having them being tortured to death would be a fine finish, and would be way out of my normal film box, which would make Ms. Grant happy. She shows a tendency towards liking violent films, that might help with my grade as well. She wears black a lot, she might be a mistress. Not really any of my business.

Of course, Miss Fuller, we normally stream most play times, but we can make an exception for this one, so you would have the only record of the event.

So, Miss Fuller, based on the sale price, you will get 5 grand, and it seems the film rights. Do you want that as a prepaid card, cash, or a bank transfer?

A card will do fine. When and where do we torture them?

Tomorrow night would be best for Sheila and me, and in Mr. West’s fine chamber of horrors is where. About nine?

I’ll be there.

Kim walked over to the stunned former Chi Omega sisters, who were laying in the bottom of the holding cage, moaning and trying to get their slave collars off.

You shouldn’t have sold my friend Rachel to that temple to have her heart cut out. I’m going to get as many of you sluts as possible converted and, hopefully, painfully snuffed. You three are just the start. Might not get anymore of your sister sluts with the movie trick, unless they are dumber than a box of rocks, which is possible. I’ve got a whole fraternity helping me with this. They didn’t care that Rachel’s tits were only an A cup, they really liked how good she was at sex. Plus several independents that liked her as well. Both boys and girls. Either your whole chapter is going to have to give up sex for the next few years, just in case they mess up and get their asses PPC, and stay on the straight and narrow, so they don’t violate any university rules, or, well, it’s sucks to be them. I might know some staff members and facility that will help with this. Rachel was quite popular, and not just because she was a sex kitten.

Oh, excellent, this will make this so much more fun. We’ll cut the heart out of the skinny one, after pulling her arms or legs out of their sockets on the rack. Would that be OK, Miss Fuller? The other two will get much longer lasting treatments, they being more in line with what I like in a play toy. If you have a chance, get a redhead or two next, ideally with unholy breasts or being tall. Those are our preferred toys.

Call me Kim, and yes, Chi Omega has several redheads, I’ll target some of them next. I’ll see you tomorrow here at nine. Ah, I need to ask, what do you mean by “unholy breasts”?

Oh, ones made by man, not by God.

Spellbook’s Torture Chamber, Saturday, 9:00 PM

Well, let’s start with the skinny one. Faith, tape her mouth shut so we don’t have to listen to her, then put her on the straight rack.

As you say, Daddy Isaac.

Make sure you have her tight, we are going to rip her arms and legs out of their sockets. Start when Kim tells you to. I think she wanted to film this all.

Yes, Isaac, I do. Pull that bitch apart.

You heard the lady, rip her arms and legs out.

Toni thrashed a bit, until she was stunned by a level 5 jolt from her collar. The subdued blonde was tied to the rack.  Faith activated the motors.

I’ve set them for a quarter inch per minute. That should make for a nice, slow stretch.

Oh, yes, that will do nicely.

You understand that it’s unlikely that we will get both her arms and her legs out of socket. Once one goes out of socket, more pulling just tends to tear the flesh until the limb comes off. It’s like a pressure release valve. Normally, it’s the arms that come out first.

That’s ok. Let’s see which comes out first. Is that OK with you, Kim?

Oh, yes. If we weren’t planing on cutting her heart out, I would almost say, pull her until her arms came out and let her bleed to death. But it’s a much better idea to torture her for a while, then cut her heart out. I might need you to stop if I need to change film.

The ropes continued to tighten, at a slow but relentless rate.  All the slack in her body was pulled out, and she began to attempt to thrash, but being on the rack made this a potentially hazardous endeavor.  After a few moments of maximum tension, a popping sound was heard and Toni's left arm suddenly became longer by an inch or two.  Shortly thereafter, her right also popped out of its socket.  Faith turned off the rack's motors.

Well, if we pull her much more, all it’s going to do is actually rip her arms off. I can turn it back on if we want to do that, but if we do that, she will bleed out before we can cut her heart out.

Oh, let’s not do that. Take the blessed dagger and cut her heart out. Check to see if she is unholy. If she is unholy, sanctify her. It appears that she is unholy, but it’s possible for a maiden her age to have breasts as shapely as hers and the breasts be from God, not man. Open her up, but be careful. Don’t want her to bleed out before her still beating heart is ripped from her chest.

As you say, Daddy Isaac. I’ll be careful. And we know she’s not a maiden, that’s why she’ on the rack now. Do you want me to slice her nipples off first?

No, I don’t think we need to do that.

Faith took the Damascus steel dagger and sliced Toni's left breast open.  She found, after only a small cut, that Toni had implants.

She is unholy. Are you sure you want to sanctify her?

Yes, of course.

With that, Faith carefully cut around the implant and then yanked it out of the hapless girl's chest and tossed it and the surrounding flesh into the biohazard bucket.  She then repeated the procedure on her right breast.

She is pure again.

Then cut her heart out.

As you say.

With that, Faith, stabbed the razor sharp dagger into Toni's chest and began to cut a hole in her ribs.  After a few moments work, she had an opening large enough for her to cut the blood vessels from the heart, and to reach in and pull the still beating heart from the dieing Chi Omega sister, who's main goal in life was to become a trophy wife.

Did you get that all on film, dear Kim?

Well, it’s a bit late if I didn’t, but yes, I got every gory detail.

Ah, yes, let us move on to the sable haired one. Restrain her in the holding frame and remove her hair,

Do you mean shave it off? I think the dagger is sharp enough for that, but I will need to work on the edge a bit. It got dulled a little on the short one’s ribs.

No, I mean that I want you to pull it out by the roots. I think you will find that wrapping strands around an iron bar, then pulling, will remove the offending hair quite nicely. You will need to crisscross the hair as you wrap it; otherwise it will come off the bar when you pull.

Do I want to know why you know this, Daddy Isaac?

This is not my first time with an unholy whose hair was incorrect and needed to be removed. Don’t try to get too much hair at once, if you do, the hair will break instead of being pulled out. The ideal size is a little smaller than a dime. The shorter the hair from the bar to the unholy’s scalp, the better. About an inch is best.

OK, I’ll keep that in mind. It may take a few tries to get it right.

Hearing her instructions, Faith selects a slight smaller than a dime spot on Courtney's scalp, wraps the hair from that spot around the iron bar until the bar is only an inch — inch and a half from the hapless sable haired girl's head, then pulls.  There is some resistance at first, where the skin is pulled up from the skull, then after a few seconds, it gives way from the scalp and the strand are pulled from her head. Courtney moans in pain.

Excellent, dear Faith, now repeat that for the rest of her offensive hair. You may need to switch out every so often on the pulling duty with Kytte, as this can be a tiring operation, one that might take over an hour. Kim, you might not want to film all of this, just the start, some in the middle, then the finals. Unless you have unlimited film. Save the hair, ladies, we will donate it to one of those “Hair for Hope” charities. Are we going to need to gag her? I suspect she will be getting louder as time goes on.

As you say, I don’t think so, Daddy, but that really is Miss Fuller’s call, she’s the one with recording equipment. I like the sound of normies in pain, and a sorority girl is about as normal as they come. I understand this one has been a naughty girl, so what we do to her is righteous.

No, don’t gag her, she doesn’t seem to be that loud right now. I can edit the sound as needed. As far as film goes, I got a school grant for some film, so as long as we don’t go over 4 hours, raw time, I should be good. Seems that a donor to the film school gave them several hundred Super 8 with sound cassettes, and they haven’t had anybody ask for it before. I have to account for all the film, to show it was used for this project, but yeah, I’ve got a couple of hundred or so cassettes. I’ve gotten pretty fast at changing them, so film stoppages shouldn’t be a problem. I wish I had known about that before I started, I spent a lot of money on film. But I suspect Ms. Grant wanted to see that I could use it before she gave me a ton of film. Meh. The only problem I have is the acoustics in this room suck, but there isn’t much I can do about that. Might lean into it and have a “spooky” or “eerie” soundtrack for this section, to contrast to the crisp sound of the fucking. Reverb effects could be my friend.

The assault on Courtney's hair continued, with Faith and Kytte trading off after 20 or so strands being pulled out each. Courtney thrashed her head around, to try to stop the goths from pulling her hair out.  The dark lady who wasn't actively pulling hair held Courtney's head still for the other.  It was still a difficult and time-consuming procedure.  After thirty minutes or so, Faith and Kytte had rendered the once long — hair sable beauty completely bald.

OK, Daddy, we are done. Now what?

Make her pure.

As you say. Kytte hold her still.

As Kytte held Courtney's torso still, Faith began to cut around Courtney's left breast, being careful to not rupture the implant.  After a few moments, she made some incisions running from the cut around the edge to Courtney's nipple.  After 8 such cuts were made, Faith peeled the breast like an orange.  Courtney had been screaming during the whole procedure, but seemed to pass out when Faith started to peel her breast.  Once the breast was opened, Faith reached in and pulled the implant out.  Like the implants before it, it was tossed, along with the flesh peeled from her breast, into the biohazard bucket beside the torture table.

Wake her up. I don’t want her to miss the right.

Yes, Miss Kim, we normally do that, Kytte said as she popped a smelling salt capsule under Courtney's nose.  The hapless now bald victim woke up with a jolt.

Now that wasn’t so bad, was it? Let’s do the other now. Kytte, you need some practice at sanctifying an unholy, why don’t you do this one?

As you say, Miss Faith.

With that, Kytte began the same procedure as Faith had done to Courtney's left breast on her right.  About the time Kytte was pulling the 4th orange slice up, Courtney gave a jerk and fell back motionless.  She did not respond to smelling salts. Faith listened to her with a stereoscope and heard nothing from either her lungs or her heart.

I think she died of shock. That’s too bad. I had plans for her. It wasn’t your fault Kytte, you did exactly what you were supposed to do. Don’t feel too bad if a normie took the easy way out.

I know, but after the problems with the garrote and that redhead, it seems likes I’m having bad luck keeping them alive long enough to have fun with them. I mean, I know I’m the best with the whip, but that’s not enough now, she never got to be kissed by the leather lover.

Oh, don’t worry about it Kytte, you are doing just fine. I’m not even mad this time, there will be no punishment. These things happen. That being said, I think we will play with this last one before we purify her. Save that for the big finish.

OK, Daddy, what do you want us to do to start with her?

Oh, let’s start simple, and just tie her to a pole and start to crush her unholy breasts. Tying her up would be an excellent example of Kinbaku-bi, even if her breasts are not from God.

As you say, Daddy, Isaac.

With that, Faith and Kytte attempted to tie Ale to the wooden post in the center of the room, but Ale struggled to get free.  A rapid use of Faith's Strike Light in stun mode rendered the coed stunned long enough for the dark ladies to tie her to the post.

Do you want this to look good, or just make sure she can’t get away during the fun and games?

Kim? It’s up to you. This really is your project.

Oh, I don’t want her to look good in any way. Do a rough tie, but make sure that if she does slump over, she’ll start to choke.

As you say, Miss Kim.

Given those orders, a hemp rope was roughly tied around Ale's neck to the post.  She was also tied around the waist and her feet were bound to the post as well.  Once she was secured, Faith began to tie rope around Ale's breasts, tightening them so that the breasts started to swell.

Ah, excellent. Strike her unholy breasts with the thin whip, a hundred and fifty strokes in total should be a good start. That sounds like a good thing for Kytte to do, given that is her specialty. Try not to damage them too much, dear Kytte, but don’t hold back either.

As you say, Daddy Isaac, I will make her scream her lungs out. She will taste the kiss of her new leather lover.

Kytte started to whip Ale's breasts, striking one several times, then moving to the other.  About every 5 lashes were directed directly at a nipple.

Jasmine Goth Cock Sucker — Jasmine, Goth Cock Sucker

Where is Jasmin? I need her talented mouth!

I will call for her Daddy.

Thank you, Faith. Kytte, please continue while I await Jasmin. Hit her nipples more. She makes the most delightful sound when you do that.

As you say, Daddy Isaacs.

With that, Kytte returned to striking Ale with renewed vigor, aiming every other lash at the helpless girl's nipples.  After about 50 lashes, Ale slumped over.  Kytte stopped striking Ale's breast and landed a few across the blonde's belly, causing Ale to jerk upright.

No, you don’t get to choke yourself out, bitch. We have just started to play with your normie blonde ass. Faith, hit her with the flashlight of pain and suffering, on the maximum ouch setting, not the stun setting, a couple of times. Put it right in her naval, or better yet, that white girl “I’m so edgy” tattoo she has on her thigh.

How about one on each?

That sounds capital.

Ah, I hate to say this, but we might need to gag her, the acoustics in this room really suck, and her screams are overdriving the mic. She’s a lot louder than the other two were.

Ah, well, OK then. Faith, gag her with the big precious metal ball.

Faith went to the toy box and produced an oversized platinum ball gag.  The size and material of the gag insured that over time, the victim would suffer more and more cramps of the jaw and possible damage to their teeth if she bit down on it.  After gagging Ale, Faith pressed the Strike Light into the bound girl's navel and triggered it, followed by the same to her tattoo.  Ale jerked and attempted to scream after each application of the Strike Light.

Much better. She’s still able to make some sounds, but not over driving the mic. Kytte, please continue, I believe you were up to 53.

Kytte started to whip Ale's breasts again, alternating between a nipple strike on each breast and a strike on the upper part of the breast.

OK, that’s 150 kisses from her lover, what next, Daddy Isaac?

Are there iron balls in the brazier? And if so, are they red-hot?

Yes to both questions. Like you need to ask.

Well, yes, some day I’ll find that you haven’t prepared well enough, dear Kytte.

Not likely. I remember what you did to Heidi when she didn’t have the room prepared.

Oh, foo, she was able to walk again in just a few days. I didn’t even break the skin on the soles of her feet. Anyway, pick up one of the iron balls with the tongs and press it into her right nipple. Hold it there until she passes out, or it stops being red-hot. I suspect she will pass out first. Once that is done, awaken her, then do the same to her left nipple.

Faith took the tongs and grabbed a 2-inch diameter red-hot iron ball from the brazier and pressed it into Ale's right nipple.  As soon as it touched her flesh, she started to thrash around and attempt to yell.  A thin stream of blood coming from her mouth indicated that she had broken at least one tooth on the platinum ball gag while thrashing about.  A smell of cooking meat, then burning meat, then a faint smell of burning plastic filled the room.  After about a minute of this, Ale, slumped over, starting to choke on the ropes around her neck.

Ah, if we didn’t need proof of her unholy status, the smell of the cursed breasts is a telltale sign. Wake her up so she doesn’t kill herself too soon.

Faith popped smelling salts under the tortured coed's nose, causing her to jerk upright again.

Don’t want you to miss out on the next, now, do we?

With that, Faith took a 2nd ball from the fire and pressed it into Ale's left nipple.  The same smells filled the room again. Ale passed out much sooner this time.  Kytte awoken Ale with the smelling salts, while Faith removed the ball from Ale's nipple. A lot of blood was coming from Ale's mouth, showing that the platinum ball gag had done its purpose, and she had broken several teeth during her struggles.

I think we are on the limit of what we can do to her and keep her awake with any ease. She does not seem to be able to handle pain very well. I’ll bet she screamed when she got that tattoo.

Well, before we move on, press an iron ball into her navel. Try to push it in far enough that it will stay in place. Thereafter, well, we will sanctify her, then proceed with her final torment. Miss Fuller, do you have any ideas on how she should die?

I hadn’t thought that far ahead. They have plenty of machines in here to kill a slut in this room. She’s been trying to choke herself out this whole time, why don’t we give Ale her wish and slowly hang her.

May I suggest we do a slow garrote on her? The girls need some practice on doing a slow one, and it doesn’t matter if she dies slightly ahead of time.

Well, that has its merits, but doesn’t have the cinematic appeal of having her body slowly swing back and forth. Hmm. Let’s hang the slut. Make sure she is awake when we raise her off the ground.

Well, we will do that, but first we must ball brand her navel and then sanctify her. Those are almost requirements when dealing with an unholy slut. Faith, her navel, please.

As you say. Maybe one a little smaller, that would have a better chance of staying in while we sanctify her.

You’re the expert, do as you see fit.

As you say, Daddy Isaac.

Faith selected a three—quarters inch oblong ball, and firmly pushed it into Ale's navel.  As she expected, the smaller ball stuck to the burning flesh and stayed in place.  Ale passed out again.

She really is a wimp. Remember that green-haired girl? She stayed awake until we cut her throat. Ah, they can’t all be cooperative. Do we wake her up when we sanctify her?

No, don’t bother, she will just pass out again. Do the brutal long cut method, not the like an orange cut. No sense in prolonging the sanctification of the unholy if they will miss most of it.

Faith nodded, and while Kytte held Ale steady, she made a single long cut across the top of Ale's left breast, spread it open, then reached in and pulled out the implant.

You were right. The ball burned part of it.

Of course, what else would that smell have been?

After throwing the burned and bloody implant into the biohazard bucket, Faith performed the same incision and removal of the implant on Ale's right breast.  The tormented blonde moaned, but did not fully regain consciousness.  The 2nd implant joined the other implants and flesh in the bucket.

OK, wake her up for the last time and take her to the gallows. We are going to use the hoist method, not the trap door method, as I don’t want to risk even the small chance that a short drop might break her neck.

As you say. We might need some help moving her from the pole to the gallows. Are you through with Jasmin?

Oh, yes, I came in her mouth quite a while ago. She might be the best cocksucker in Eastlake. Hmm. Need to enter her in one of those contests that the clubs seem to have from time to time. Of course, most of those are conversion traps, and she is already a slave. Need to think about that.

Ale was woken up using smelling salts and the three goths wrestled her up the stairs of the gallows, and put the rope around her neck.  Ale didn't seem to understand what was about to happen to her, she just stood and moaned.

OK Miss Fuller, make sure you have a full cartridge, we are about to hang her. You do? OK, Faith, raise her up! It’s too bad she had such a low pain threshold, it would have been fun to play with her some more, maybe done something on the rack or maybe some strappado, that’s always fun. Ah, well, can’t have everything in life. It was still an enjoyable evening.

Faith pressed the button, causing the electric motor for the rope to start to spin slowly.  After 5 seconds, Ale was up on her tiptoes.  A few seconds more and she was off the ground.  Faith stopped the motor once Ale was about a foot off the gallows floor.  Ale tried, briefly, to grab the noose around her neck, but soon gave up and just hung down, as her face slowly turned red and her lips blue.

Push her a bit, so she swings.

As you say.

A few minutes passed.

OK, that’s all the film in that cartridge, and I think she’s dead. What do we do with the bodies?

Oh, Mr. West has a biohazard clean up team that comes by around midnight on most Saturdays. If it was a little earlier, or earlier in the week, we would take them to the holding cold room. Other people that snuff a slave get some of their money back by selling the slave as meat, but that’s too much of a hassle, so Shelia and I just let Mr. West and his crew take care of the debris. A fine evening, even if the main course would not cooperate. I hope you do well with this film. I’d like a screening of it when you have finished editing.

As you say, Mr. Barton.

Epilogue: Six Month Later, the LA Independent Film Festival.

You’re much more formally dressed tonight than you were last year.

Well, to be honest, Ms. Grant, I didn’t really think my first bunny film had any chance of winning. “Revenge, A Chi Omega Story” has a real chance of winning. It did win the Southwest Student’s Film contest.

Well, I can’t say that I disagree with you. Your bunny film was cute, but cute doesn’t win awards. Edgy does, and Revenge is nothing if not edgy. I understand your war with Chi Omega is going well.

Yes, it is going well. I hope to close out the chapter by the end of next year.

Do you intend to end all the members?

No, just enough that the other members will quit in fear for their freedom, if not their lives.

Yes, I think they are leading in conversions, even over Tri-delta this semester. Best of luck to you, both for your film and your war.

And the nominees for best independent film of the year are:
Kiss and Giggle, Edge of the Wild, Revenge: a Chi Omega story, Beneath the Silent Crypt, and Shadows of Tomorrow

And the winner is… Revenge: a Chi Omega story

Kim comes on the stage.

I would like to thank Ms. Jaclyn Grant for her support during the making of this film, Lee McLaughlin for his donation of film and supplies to the Eastlake University film studies department and my father, Ryan Fuller, for not converting me when I failed AP chemistry. I would like to honor the memory of Rachel Wilkes, the reason this film was made. If it had not been for her untimely sacrifice to the Dark Lord, I would have made another duckies and bunnies film, and would not be standing here today.

Miss Fuller? My name is Ashlyn Kerr, and I’m responsible for the Eastlake branch of The Torture Channel. I was quite impressed with your work and editing. I’d like to offer you a paid internship as a cinematographer at TTC.

You know I have another semester to go before I graduate, right?

That’s why it’s an internship, not a job. I’ve already spoken to Ms. Grant about this, and it would be a work—study position. Once you graduate, assuming you don’t fuck up too badly, we will offer you a full-time paid position.

Oh. This is a bit much for me to take in right now. Can I get back to you in a couple of days on this?

Of course, but don’t take too long. This offer has a one-week shelf life. There are other talented films students, granted not with multiple awards to their name.

Two weeks Later, The Torture Channel HQ, Eastlake.

Miss Fuller?

Yes Ms. Kerr?

I have your first assignment. We just bought about half of the pledge class of the Tri-delta sorority of Eastlake University. We’de like you to work on their torture and snuffing, please. This should be a 6-week-long show.

I’d be honored. Obviously, I would have preferred Chi Omega, but any sorority sluts from the university being tortured to death is a good thing. When do I start?

Be at sound stage three at eight tomorrow morning. We will work on getting you set for a sequel to “Revenge” as soon as possible.

I think I’d like that.