Stocking The Herd. Producer’s Cut.

Spellbook Slaves, early morning shift. The door chime goes off.

“Hello? Is any one here?”

Damn it. I was just about to face fuck a slave.

“I’ll be out in a flash” I call out to the customer. “And I’ll do you later” I tell the slave.

“Sorry about that, had an issue with a slave that needed attention. How may I help you this fine morning?”

“My name is Nina Mason, and these are my daughters Ceili and Laura. I need to sell them off today.  I’ve had it with them.”

“Mom, you don’t need to do this, really there are better ways, we can go to counseling as a family…”, Ceili says.

“Mother, please think about what you are doing, making us slaves isn’t something that you should do just because you are mad at us.”, Laura adds.

“Be quiet you two, the grown up are talking.  And I’ve had just about a much from you as I’m going to take.  This last month has been more than I willing to take from you two”

Ceili is a big breasted brunette that I note has wet spots over her nipples.  Laura is an even bigger breasted brunette.  Big enough that I have good idea that if Lester see’s her she will be one of his play-toys.

“Ah, Ms. Mason, I’m not sure I can take Ceili, she looks to be lactating… ”

“Why would that matter?  I’m her mother and I want to sell her, should be straight forward enough.  Or is there something I don’t know about the slave laws?”

“Mom, please I’m begging you, he even says he can’t take me” says Ceili.

“I didn’t say that, just you well, are leaking milk, which normally is a red flag on conversions, due to it meaning you are either pregnant or the mother of a minor child. Let me check what the state says real fast…”

“Mother, please don’t do this, I’ll pay for the counseling, just don’t do this”, Laura quietly pleads.

I dive into the state slaving board’s web site, and go to the status search. Both are  listed as a free women, and don’t have a disqualifying flag set for either pregnant or mother of a minor child. Odd. While I can’t do any thing about the possibility of a child that the state doesn’t have registered, which is highly unlikely in this day and age,  I can check for pregnancy.

“OK, the state slave board says you are both convertible, but they might not know if you are pregnant, so can I have you ladies fill these cups with pee? I need it to check your status. Please use that restroom and go in one at a time.”

Ceili goes in first. A few moments later she returns. with the the pee sample. I watched her on the CCTV set up in the restroom, and yes, it was her pee, not a smuggled in sample of some one else. Of freaking course we have a CCTV camera in the ladies room, need to make sure that pee samples are from the female that says they are. I would just have them pee in the front of the desk, but they are, at that point free women, normally, and there is complaints about privacy. Like that matters. So we have a tiny hidden camera over the toilet and every one is happy. The women being tested think they have privacy and we have a record of them giving a sample for evidence reasons.

I label the samples and pull out two “Slave-Or-Not” kits and dip them in the pee. All the tests come back as green, meaning they aren’t on drugs, which only matters for a volunteer, and neither of them is pregnant.

“OK, every thing looks OK from here, but I can’t but help noticing that Ceili is, well, leaking. Is she really lactating?”

“Yes, she is. Doctor changed her birth control pills and she started up. And the little whinny bitch is wanting to buy all new bras because she’s gotten a bit bigger.  Like I  would spend money on her.  I have other things to spend money on”

The explains it.

“Well, as it happens we have a standing order for women that are lactating and qualify for conversion, which is quite a bit higher than she would normally bring. Downside, if you take it is she will have a fairly short life as a Hucow.”

“Hucow? I don’t know what that means”

“Human Cow, she will be hooked up to a milk machine twice or three times a day and milked. Once her production drops below a given level, they will sell her to a human butcher, who will, well, depending on what she looks like then, either live spit her or just snuff her and cut her up for parts.  I’ve got a second standing order, for less money however, where she will be used as a wet nurse. Once she stop producing there, they generally sell on the open market, which tends to have a longer life span attached to it.”

“Talk to me about this dairy, what sort of conditions would she be kept in?”

I bring up the dairy’s website.  “Much like this.” as I show her one of their images of the hucow herd.

“So literally like a cow.”

“More or less”, not sure what they do when they aren’t being milked but I suspect it’s being kept in a small cage.

“Why is that 3rd cow wearing fishnets?”

I’m some what amused by the fact that Ms. Mason has already changed her view of hucows from “female human” to “cattle”.  This does not bode well for Ceili.

“Oh, they get fucked as part of the processing, I suspect that her, ah, fucker, wanted them on her”.

“So in addition to being treated like the animal she is, she gets rapped?  Often, like daily?”

“Well, they are slaves, so it’s not rape in a legal context, but yeah, basically.  I also understand that part of the herd is used as part of a fetish whorehouse, for those guys that like the idea of fucking a lactating women.  Or like the idea of fucking a soon to be snuffed women, or for that matter a cow.”

“So she would be a whore and a cow.  I like that.  Talk to me about price.  You said there was another option”

“Well, if I sell her to the dairy, you would get about six grand and four and half grand if I sell her to the wet nurse company. Either of those is quite a bit more than she would normally bring, assuming she doesn’t have any other skills that are in demand right now.”

“Mom, I’ve got skills, have then check my school records plus I’ve got some medical training…  Please don’t do this to me.”  Ceili is near tears pleading with her mother.

“Medical training, like being a EMT or LPN?”  I ask.

“EMT” says Ceili.

“EMT Sir, I told you to have respect to men.” snaps Ms Mason.

“Yes, mother, EMT Training Sir”.

I check the skill database. EMT training adds about a grand to her price.

“Well, that brings would bring her non hucow price up to about a two grand and half.”

“If I sell her to the dairy, how long would she live?”

“Depends on how long she stays wet.  I understand they put them of menu that includes some hormones to keep the hucows producing, but off the top of my head I would put it at three years, tops”

“So, if I sell her to the dairy, she dies in about 3 years, more or less, but if I sell her on the open market?  How long would she live then”

“Well, a slave is snuffed every 19 seconds, but that is country wide.  Being snuffed is the single largest cause of slave deaths, but still most don’t get snuffed right away.”

“Mom, please, no, don’t do this”  Ceili begs.

Ms. Mason looks at Ceili. “Sell her to the dairy.   I hope you dry up while you still have a good enough figure to be spit roasted.  What about Laura?”

“I can offer you a grand and a half for her, assuming she doesn’t have any skills I need right now.  I might warn you that I have a regular customer that likes to take large breasted women and torture them to death.”

“Oh, really?  Can you let him know you have one available”.

He comes in once or twice a month, so if she isn’t sold before then, I’ll let him know that you requested he look at her.”

“Thank you for that.  So $7,500 for the pair, that’s more than I expected.”

“Can I have their ID please? I need to scan them into the system so I can convert them to slave status.”

Ms. Mason produce their ID and hand them over.

“Mom, you don’t have to do this…” says Ceili

“Mother, please, don’t do this” says Laura

“Be quiet you two,  I’m speaking to this man.”

“But you heard him, they are going to kill me as soon as I dry up”.

“Whatever, that can’t be soon enough.”

Laura just looked glum.  “You want them to sell me to a man that tortures women to death?  Why Mother, for the love of God, why?”

“You both should have listened last month when I said I was getting tired of your shit.  I’ve had quite enough from you.”

After scanning the id, and and entering the data from the test kits, “OK this is your last chance, you can back out now if you want”, I say with my finger over the enter key.

“I want to do this. Can I push the button?”.

I hand her over the key board, where she pushes the enter key and few seconds later her daughters  status changes from “Free” to “Slave”.

“Do you want cash, a check or a preloaded debit card for them?”

“A card will be fine.”

I dink around with the machine and hand her a debit card with the $7,500 on it. “You will need to call the number on the back to activate the card, but after that it’s as good as cash most places.”

Morning at Spellbook Slave.


Hello, Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you?

Why does my daughter have your card?

Because I gave it to her?  Gimme a break, tell me who you are and who you daughter is an I might have a better idea.  I hand out a lot of cards.

I’m Nicholas Hubbard and my daughter is Cheryl.  I came home this afternoon and found her passed out in her bed, sleeping off a drunk, with you card, ah, in a delicate place.

Oh, must have been the drunk girl that tried to convert herself last night.  I turned her down due to her being way over the legal limit.

Cheryl tried to turn herself into a slave?

Yep, while naked and drunk.  I wish she had been sober because the trend on her body style is going up.

But you turned her down. 

Yep.  Even a high value slave isn’t worth possible lose of my license.

I see.  Well, she’s 19 she can do what she wants and there isn’t any thing I can do about it any more.

You are aware that parents can covert their daughter up to age 24, right?

No, I didn’t know that I thought it was until 18.   You say her body type is going up in value?

Yep.  She’s 700 after taxes, easy.

Let me get back to you after I talk to my wife.

<Ring Ring>

Spellbook Slaves how can I help you?

Mr. West!  Just the  man I wanted to talk to.  This is Becky Burton, house mom at the delta-delta-delta sorority.  We met at the  university get together a few months ago.  You said to call if I needed help with my girls and I think I do.  Seems that 8 of them didn’t make grades this time around and national says we have to convert them.  If we use the school, well, I’d rather them not go that way.  But national says we can sell them to a licensed slaver after the paper work clears converting them due to contract default.

So you would rather sell them to us than use the school’s slaving service.

Yes.  The last group, from a different sorority, all got sold to either `Sucker` or to the Torture Channel.  While I don’t really care, I’m working on my own mistress license I sorta feel like that’s not the best use for these girls.

You know I’m going to sell them on and if Suckers or TTC makes me the right offer I will sell to them.

How often do you do that?

8 Delta Delta Delta girls with bad grades.

To Suckers?  Fairly often, assuming either the price is right or they have the right, ah, skills.  To TCC? Not recently, we had a bad break up around 2015 or so.  Not that I have any thing against torturing slaves, you under stand,  but they were cutting into my bottom line with a contract that gave them first refusal on all my slaves at a serious deep discount.  I declined to renew it in 2015, on the principle that I didn’t need a guaranteed sale for every slave I got if it cost me 50% of the normal sale price.  Any rate send me a photo of the converted girls and I’ll make you an offer….. 


OK.  I’m liking what I am seeing here.  I’ll make you an offer of 400 bucks each.

And what do you think they will sell for?

About a grand,  but $250 of that is federal tax.  Do you want me to come get them or not?

Oh, what the hell, come get them.

<Ding> Ah a walk in.

Welcome to Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you? Oh, excuse me.  What can I do for you Mistress?

Young Mistress

I just got my license and I want to buy a few slaves. Got any dumb sorority girl types?

Funny you should ask for that, I just got off the phone with the house mom for the Tri-delts and I’m picking up 8 ASAP.  Care to come along and get first pick?

I would very much like that.



WSA2000 in numbers.

I know facts and figures are boring, but this is on the final test.

The sex ratios at age 18, by continent

Africa 1:2
East Eurasia 1:10
West Eurasia 1:20
North and Central America 1:15
South America 1:17
Australia 1:15

The percentage enslavement, by continent

Africa 2%
East Eurasia 25%
West Eurasia 72%
North and Central America 68%
South America 80%
Australia 70%

USA enslavement types percentages for the calendar year 2018

Family Conversion 28% ~ 3,104,100
Voluntary Conversion 23% ~ 2,549,800
PPC Conversion 25% ~ 2,771,500
Judicial/Contract default Conversion 24% ~ 2,660,700

Population by the numbers.

  • Male Population of the US – 22,125,599.
  • Female Population of the US – 309,758,386
  • Mistresses and female holders of Slaver Warrant – 46,463,757
  • Free females – includes minors under 16 – 52,658,925
  • Enslaved females – 210,635,704  ~ 11,000,000 per year ~ one every 2.8 seconds

Population changes by the numbers

  • Approximately 1,600,000 snuffed per year – one every 19 seconds – total ~ 30,400,000 over the lifetime of the WSA2000
  • Approximate deaths not due to snuff per year – 2,628,000 – one every 12 seconds
  • Approximate births per year – 3,942,000 – one every 8 seconds.
  • Approximate international migrant per year – 927,500  one every 34 seconds.
  • Approximate population growth per year – 641,500 (42,766 male)

Test case trial.

Docket ending 2275, Megan Tate vs Spellbook Slaves, Honorable Judge Stone presiding.

Ms. Tate? Care to make your first remarks?  I understand this is a conversion legality case.  Care to explain why you don’t think it was a legal conversion?

Yes your honor.   It’s quite simple, in the three cases of sex in question I was the dominate mistress, and Rose should not have been granted Person of Personal Contact status vs me.

Mr. West, your statement.

Yes your honor it’s quite simple. Rose Patton, our client, engaged in three separate lesbian sex acts with Ms. Tate, while wearing a strap on device.  In none of the sex acts did Ms. Tate wear a strap on device.  The White Slave Act of 2000 act, as amended in 2016 is quite clear, the women wearing the strap on device is the Person of Personal Contact.

But I’m the dominate!  I’m the mistress!

Your honor, Ms. Tate is not a mistress as defined by the WSA2000 and Oklahoma law.  She is only a dominate in sex games she played with Ms. Patton.  We do not dispute that Ms. Patton is, or was, the submissive in their partnership, what we do state, however, is that in the relationship the one with the device was Ms. Patton, not Ms. Tate.

Can I see the proof of penetration that you accepted for the conversion?

This is a strap-on.

That’s not what a strap-on device normally looks like Mr. West.

We submit that the law only says strap-on device, and doesn’t say where the device must be placed on the person wearing it.

But your honor, you can clearly see that I was the person in command during those sex acts.  I should be allowed to sell Rose, not the other way around.

Ms. Tate, I can see by the proof supplied that you have no ground to be a Person of Personal Contact as defined by the White Slave Act of 2000, as amended,  However I will need to reflect on Ms. Patton status.  10 minute recess. 

Mr West, what do you think our chances? 

Well, the possibility that you would be enslaved went out the window when he said that Megan had no standing as a PPC, so if you were worried about that, we are clear on it.  And if he does find in your favor, well, she’s famous now, that will probably triple her resale value, assuming you want to sell her.


Be seated.

As I previously stated, I find no grounds for Ms. Tate to claim to be a Person of Personal Contact under the White Slave Act of 2000, as amended.  I do find that Ms. Patton was, in fact, wearing a strap-on device designed as a sexual device as defined by the White Slave Act of 2000 and therefor does have standing as a Person of Personal Contact as defined by the White Slave Act of 2000 as amended.  Ms. Tate’s motion for improper conversion is deigned.  The conversion stands.



A busy morning at Spellbook Slaves.

Car delivery

Hello How can Spellbook Slaves help you today?

I’ve got my girl friend duct taped in the back of my car, where is your store located?  My GPS is on the fritz

We are located in the strip mall on the north west corner of 41st and Yale.

OK I’ll be there in a few minutes.

Crime doesn’t pay.

<Ring Ring> Spellbook slaves, how can I help you today?

We have a problem.   Seems we had a embezzler  on on staff.  Can you do a pick up?

Ah, has she been found guilty by a court?

Nope, but we got a signed confession and a signed request for conversion instead of prosecution.

That will do.

Great, our head of security has her restrained in the boardroom.

This didn’t go as planned.

<Ring Ring> Hello, what can Spellbook Slaves do for you today?

I’ve got a couple of questions about converting my girl friend.  I’m afraid she is going to convert me, based on us having sex while she makes a video of it.

That would be a good indicator, yes.

Yeah,  but here is the problem.  I’m the one wearing the strap on.

Well, yeah, that would make you the enslaving party, not the enslaved party.  Seems straight forward to me.

Yeah, but it’s strapped to my face…

Oh.  I see.  This could be tricky.  Care to make a test case?

What do you mean?

Well, we convert your girl friend, but be ready for a court case about it.

How long will that take? 

Less than a month, there is a legal requirement that improper conversion cases be fast tracked.

Group of Girls

<ring ring> Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you?

Hi! I’m with the enslavement board for Eastlake Tesla Preparatory School and we have a set that need to be converted.  Mr. West said to call you as he is too busy with mid-terms to deal with a group.

Odd.  He normally makes time for that sort of thing.

It’s 10 girls.  We batched them up this time.  He also says he has 3 snuffs to grade today as well, so he’s swamped.”

Figures he would take the grading the snuffs over doing normal paper work.

Hey, he’s got 3 interns that should be in class, why not have them process the new slaves?

Well, it’s mid-terms so they are taking tests.

Damn it.  I hate doing this sort of thing.

Wrong bar to get naked in.

<Ring Ring>How may Spellbook Software help you?

Can you do something about a crazy bitch?

Can you expand on that?

Well, I’m the owner of the 501 meat packing company, we are a bar…

Yeah,  go on.

We’ve got a crazy bitch who keeps coming in and stripping down.

And this is a problem why?

We are a gay bar.

Oh, I see.  Well there isn’t any thing I can do and the person with the hunter’s warrant is busy right now.  Let me give him a call and see if he can make some time for you.

A thought hits me. Is she drunk?

Nope, just naked and dancing.  Badly I might add.

So much for getting her in front of Judge Harper.

Not what it seems.

Hey dude, I want to sell her off.

Are you her husband?

No, I just want to sell her.

Have you had sex with her 3 times in the last 30 days?

Yeah, sure have!

Do you have proof?

I need that?  Isn’t my word as a man good enough?

Sorry it’s not.

 That fucking bull shit.  We men run this country now and it’s bull shit that you don’t take my sworn word as a man that I’ve fucked a bitch.

Sorry, the law if very clear on this.  Not a person of personal contact with out proof.

I knew you would fuck this up.  Let me talk to the man.  As you can’t seem to get even this right.  Look I want to be a slave.  That’s the only reason I let this ass hole fuck me.

You know you can just volunteer for conversion.

I didn’t know that.  If I volunteer does this limp dick get any money?


OK what do I have to do?

Well I just fill out some forms, get a urine sample from you to make sure you are not pregnant or on drugs, then assuming all goes well you will be converted.

And limp dick here gets nothing?


Sign me up.

This is fucking bull shit.  She says she wants to be a slave, Come on let me sell you to you.  I need the money.

Shut your limp dicked pie hole.  The grown ups are talking.

Fucking bull shit.  I want your name, I’ll see you in court!

Biker Bitches.

My Man! Do me a solid and take these bitches off my hands. Look, here is the proof. It’s three times of private fucking, right?

That is it in a nut shell. All three?

Yep.  I’m the official slave maker for the club.  Once we get tired of a bitch, I fuck em in private like.

Good work if you can get it.  I’ll give you 300 each.

Make it a grand, total.

I can do that.  Cash or loaded debit card?

Cash if you can.  Large bills are OK.

Can do.


Kate Edwards, pain freak.

Broken Mistress

Nora, you look well, out of sorts.

I’ve been flogging Kate.  With out a ball gag.  Bitch doesn’t scream even when you hit her pussy, she just moans. 

Have you tried branding her?

Yes.  I know she came then. 

Needles through her tits?  I mean the big ones, not like a nipple piercing.  Super glue her hands to her tits, then spray it with Zap-Set.  Can the bottom of her feet.  Pierce her cheeks.  The ones on her face, not her ass.  Hell for that matter pierce her ass.  Pull out her finger nails.  Or toe nails.  She’s a practice dummy, use her up if need be.  It’s not like she is any one important anymore. 

<later that day>

Mr. West I was just looking for you.  I’ve had a rather troubling thing happen.  The city council want to see `tapes` of every thing you or your students have done to any practice slaves in the last week.

Oh shit.  The dean doesn’t know who the primary practice slave is now…  This could get ugly.

Did you give them a copy of the files?

Why, yes, I did.  Why does it matter?

Because our current practice slave used to be Kate Edwards,  Damon Edwards daughter.  And I just this morning gave Nora Kennedy some, well imaginative ways to torture Kate.  And I told her that she wasn’t any one of  any importance anymore and to use her up.

Why did you say that?

Because she’s not any one of importance any more.  She’s a slave, she volunteered for this and as near as I can tell has been is a constant state of orgasm from the first time she was lashed up to what ever Nora did to her.  If Nora did all that I suggested to her,  Kate is in the nurses office, maybe even the ER, assuming she didn’t die from shock.  Damon is going to try to get even with me by attacking my students, on the miss guided idea that I care about them.  Half the things I told her to do were way beyond what is in the manual, at least the manual we use here.   I expect to get a call from the arbitrators about this.  Shit.

<The Next Day>

Ah, there you are Mr. West.

It’s never a good sign when the dean starts  off that way.  Actually the dean talking to me about any thing out side of mistress training and the slaver business is a bad sign.

Yes, what can I do for you sir?

You were right, they want to have the arbitration board talk with you, Kate, and that Dora girl.

Nora.  Her name, at least right now, is Nora.  Not Dora.  But that’s not important.  What is is when and why.

The when is tonight and the why is well, make a good guess.

<That night at the arbitration board>

Oh shit.

Now what Mr. West.

That’s Toni Hayes over there.  And Damon is siting right behind her. 

And this matters why?

Because Damon’s 3rd wife was spit roasted at a fund raiser for her.  She’s trying to take his seat on the council .

Well, they appear to be on civil terms right now.

Yeah, that scares me more than it should.

Nora Kennedy, would you please stand and face the board.  Nora, we have reviewed the video supplied by you school.  You seem to have been the primary torturer of Kate Edwards.

No sir, I was not.  I may have been the primary user of practice slave number 7, but there was no one named Kate Edwards in the room at any time.

OK.  I’ll grant you that, but don’t get to cute about it.  What is your current status?

I’m a student Mistress and I’m an intern at Spellbook Slaves.

And your grade in class?

I have a 95% average, I think I am the 2nd highest.

Where is he going with this?

What all did you do to Slave number 7.

Well, if you mean the day I broke her, I started with 50 lashes about her body while she was hanging by her arms.  I concentrated my lashes on her genitals and her breasts when ever possible.

What was the effect of this treatment.

It is my belief that she had repeat orgasms.

After that what did you do.

I took our smallest branding iron, which has a tip about a half a square centimeter, heated it to red hot and applied it to her left breast just below the nipple.  I know she had an orgasm from this.

And after this “failure” what did you do?

Well,  sir,  I left her hanging by her arms with her toes just touching the ground.  I then spoke with Mr. West about my lack of progress with slave 7.  After I finished talking to him I returned to the training area with renewed purpose and drive. Do you want a blow by blow or will the fact that I finally broke her do?

No, I think we have heard enough out of you.  Do you have any final remarks?

Yes, sir I do.  I’m a mistress in training.  Breaking slaves is part of what we are expected to learn.  It’s what we do and it’s why we do the other things, at least for me.

Mr West.  What is miss Kennedy’s standing in your class right now?

She has the highest grade point average in the class.  Assuming she makes at least a 70, or passing grade, on her snuff requirement it will be mathematically impossible for her not to graduate.

Oh, that makes this next bit more telling then.  Bring out the slave.  Ms Kennedy, please hang this slave.

Practice Slave Number 8

You want me to hang my sister?

No, of course not.  We want you to hang practice slave number 8.  Please assume the correct uniform for a snuff requirement.

You want me to strip down in front of you.

Yes, we want that very much.  Or are you only body proud when in your school and are you only cold to other peoples daughters or sisters.

Oh, no it’s not a problem.  If I may ask how did slave 8 become a slave?  Public Drunk and DWI I’ll bet.  Or what ever it was you hauled her in front of Judge Harper.  But I’ll bet she was drunk any way.

You are in fact correct.

Well, slave 8, it’s too bad I didn’t get to flog you first, I’ve really gotten good at it.  Bye now.

My god she just coldly hung her own sister.

No, she didn’t,  sir, she hung Slave 8.  That’s why we have a snuff requirement and why it’s a must pass test.  If she hadn’t been able to do it, she would be a slave some time next week.  She passed the course, even if she doesn’t take the rest of the tests.

Oh shit.  Damon is coming over, with Toni.  This can’t be good.

You think you have won this round, don’t you West.  Well, you might have, but the battle isn’t the war.  Toni and I have been speaking and it seems we have common cause against Spellbook Slaves and well, you West.

You have common cause with the woman who ordered your wife to be spit roasted?

Oh, no, she really didn’t know who she was until it was far to late.  It really was just an ironic accident.  Oh, and you know those three slaves I bought from you?  The red head gives really good head, better than her score would indicate.  I really enjoyed her as a watched “Slave 7” be broken.  Tell me, what are you going to do to her next?

Well, as soon as she heals, if she does, she goes back in the cell of little ease to be used as a practice dummy by our other students.  Normally we would not bother with healing her up, but because of budgets it’s better to heal this one up than buy a new one, particularly given that we just lost one from our stock. Do you want video’s of her next performance as well?   I can arrange a live feed if you want.

That would be lovely.  Come Toni, let us be gone from here.




Hang the cow

Ding! It’s the door.

I look up, it’s a sorta thick brunette.

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

Two I want to hang the cow.

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

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

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

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

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

OK, but why be snuffed yourself?

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

Hang the cow

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

Something the back of my head went “Click”.

“What is your ex’s name?”

Chris Fellows. 

Oh this is good.  “Did the “cow” he left you for have a tattoo on her belly?”

Yeah,  I think so.

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

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

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

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

Later that day…


“Hello Mr. Fellows, are you wanting to sell this on also?”

No, not now any way.

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

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

“Well you might want to wait until you see the alternate meat on the Jessica 2000 before you say that.”

Oh my God, is that Wendy on the machine?

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

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

From the Jessica 2000 Wendy speaks up.  “Well you called me meatbag when we were fucking.  I knew you really wanted me as meat, not as your girlfriend.”

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

Cow Sucking Cock

Shut up and suck my cock cow.

Yes master.

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

I pushed the kill switch.  “I’ve set it for 6 inches per minute, it’s going to take a bit for her to have it come out her mouth.”


Oh it hasn’t start to hurt yet.


There we go.  The needles just pierced her nipples and will be injecting a drug cocktail that should keep her from going into shock when she is gutted.  “Oh I didn’t ask, do you want her alive or dead when she goes over the coals?”

Alive, if you can do it.

“Sure, just have to run the simple gutting, that will keep her lungs and heart in place, but remove her intestines.  Let me do that now…”

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

“Well, Wendy is still alive, but she will not be for much longer.”  I check my watch.  “She’s should be barfing up any time now.”


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

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

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

Skinny Teen Slut

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

She will be $800.

Fine.  Run my debit card.

OK Mr. Fellows, she is all yours.

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

Cindie didn’t want to get on the Jessica, having seen what it did to Wendy.  “Get on the Jessica or it will be much worse for you?”

How could it be worse?


“Well you could get tazered for starters.”   Ever try to move a 300 plus cow from the floor to a Jessica 2000? It’s not as easy as it sounds.  Took 3 men to do it.   And two more applications of the stun gun to keep her down.

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

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

Yes master,  I’ve had girl meat.  My dad converted his secretary and then mom roasted her.  I promise not to get fat.  I’ll barf her up if you want.  I don’t eat much, well other than cum.  I’ll eat as much of that as I can get.

Mistress Class:The Failures

OK, When this class period is over, you will either be a mistress or a slave. I’m going to start with I’m not really happy with this class. Exactly half of you failed and will be converted to slaves. I’m going to call names out and say left or right. I want you to go stand over by the wall on the left or right of the room as you are called.

Lucille Byrd – Left
Jeanette Gonzalez -Right
Becky Colon -Right
Johanna Adams – Left
Marta Fernandez -Right
Jessie Bates -Right
Jean Newton – Left
Florence Hammond -Left
Lila Vega – Right
Kristen Sherman – Left

Failed Mistresses

If you are on the right side of the room, congratulations, you have passed, and you are now a Mistress with all the rights that implies. You on the left, strip.  You are now slaves due to failing the class, which is a contractual violation with a conversion clause attached for forfeit.   Be glad this is a public school where only  one of you will be eaten.  If you were at some of the private mistresses schools you would all be hanging from a noose right now.   It is traditional for the top two members of the class to buy one of the failures.  That would be Becky and Jeanette.


Can I buy the slave who used to be named “Kristen”?  I want to start my stable with a fire crotch. 


Can I get the slave who was called “Lucille”?  I want a white girl and she’s about as white a white girl as they get.

Both of you can have them, just pay the man from Spellbook Slaves when he gets here.   It’s a nominal fee, but  you don’t get them for free.

This does leave on question, which one gets roasted for the graduation feast. Tell me as I call your name

  • Jeanette
  • Becky
    Yeah her. Jean I mean 
  • Marta
    Roast the bitch. Jean
  • Jessie
    My vote is Jean as well
  • Lila
    Let’s make it unanimous  Jean it is.

And she would be my choice as well.  Jean, you might have lived through failing, but assuming you were better than the rest of the class just because both of your sisters and your mother were mistresses isn’t a good idea.  Particularly when you don’t really have the head for business and to be frank lack the spark that mistresses need to survive in this world.  Plus, of course, being the only one that didn’t take me up on a blowjob to fix a bad grade offer pissed me off.  Becky blew me just to get a 95% raised to 98% just to make sure she had the highest score on that test.

So, spit roasted or parted out?  And if spit roasted, live or dead?

Why not part her out live?

Lila, do I detect a slight bit of bitterness?

Yeah, you might.  Do you know she literally drove past my house every day, yet couldn’t be bothered to take me home at any time.  Even after I licked her nasty ass cunt.  What ever you do to her,  I want it to hurt and last as long as possible, so yeah, part her out live, cauterize the stumps and let me buy her head and torso to be my personal toilet and ass wipe.

Anybody have a better idea on dealing with Jean?  No?  OK, part her out live, then, assuming she survives Lila can have her as a toy.


The night shift at Spellbook Slaves.

Public Drunk

Ring… Ring…

Hello and what can Spellbook Slaves do for you tonight?

Oh, hello Jim, what’s going on?  You have arrested 4 teens for underage drinking in public?  Yeah, so?

Oh, their parents would not pay the fine and it’s gone on to night court?  And Judge Harper is on the bench tonight?  So they have been converted already and Spellbook Slaves is on the top of the list for right of first refusal tonight…  No, what do you mean that we are 3rd on the list.  What’s wrong with them?   One of them is Amy Edwards,  Damon Edwards daughter?  You mean councilman  Edwards?  His oldest?   Why the hell didn’t he pay the fine?  Oh, he’s out of the country on a fact finding mission.   OK.  Why didn’t his wife pay the fine then?  Oh, his 3rd wife, and the girl is from the 1st marriage.    OK I can see why this is a problem.  Let me call you back…  What do you mean, I can’t call you back,  I have to decided right now? You will call the next slaver on the list if I don’t make a decision.   Ah, shit.  Boss man is will have my hide if I let prime slaves get out from under us, but I also don’t want Damon Edwards on my case.  Shit.  OK, I’ll take them.  I know what the boss will do, I just guessing about the councilman.


Ring… Ring…

Hello and what can Spellbook Slaves do for you tonight?  You want to turn your self in for conversion?

Mrs. Edwards

We can do that. Give me your name so I can start the paper work.  Did you say `Joanne Edwards`.  Ah, you wouldn’t be related to Damon Edwards would you?  Oh, your his wife.  Can I ask why you want to be converted tonight?  Oh.  You didn’t know that there wasn’t a wait before your step daughter went before a judge and you thought you could straighten it out in the morning.  Oops.   So you are going to make your self into a slave to avoid dealing with your husband.   Oh, I see, he threatened some one over hurting his little darling and you thing he will sell you to a butcher for letting her get converted.  I see.   Well, I’ll be by in an hour to get you, right after I pick up the little darling.  Yes, that’s irony for you.

Hey, boss, It’s me. Got a bit of an issue. Want the long or short version. OK Short version it is. I bought councilman Edwards oldest daughter Amy,  and his wife wants to do a voluntary conversion. Yes, Damon Edwards. Well, the daughter was part of a package of 4 drunk in public teens and Judge Harper was on the bench.  Yeah, they were converted as soon as they came in, more or less, you know what he is like.  And the Mrs. Edwards, Joanne,  is converting her self because she doesn’t want to be sold to a butcher when he gets back from where ever it is he is fact finding from.  Any rate I’ve got to pick up the teens and Mrs. Edwards.  Oh, you will pick  up the teens and get Joanne.  You want her address?  Oh, you know them personally.   Great.  OK I’ll just be here seeing if I can get in more trouble.  No, not really trying, just seems to happen that way.

Ding! The door. Odd, don’t get much traffic at this time of night. I look up, it’s a blonde with nice tits.

Can I sell myself into slavery here?

Well, this might be fun.  “Sorta.  You can volunteer for conversion, but you can’t really sell your self.  If you volunteer, no money changes hands.  It’s only when someone with selling rights sells a free woman into slavery that money changes hands.  Or of course, when a slave is sold, but that’s not what you are talking about.”

So if I want to be made a slave my parents don’t get any money?

Right.  Is that a problem?

Well, no, I just thought that if I was sold into slavery some one would get money.

If your parents wanted to, they could sell you, but if you volunteer they get, well, squat.

Good, what do I need to do?

Well you can start by giving me your name

Kate Edwards.

Oh great. Any relation to Joanne Edwards?

Yeah, I’m her step-daughter.

And why, if I may ask, are you wanting to become a slave?

Walk in Conversion

Well, it’s sorta personal. Short version, I’m a sub but Daddy wants me to become a mistress and I can’t see myself doing that. And if I wait until he gets back from Crete, it will be to late, as the class would have started and once you are in the classes he wants me in you either graduate or get snuffed. So I have to get out of his hands before he gets back next week.

OK.  Just out of curiosity how many sisters or step sisters do you have?

Just Amy.  From dad’s first marriage.

OK, you can start by stripping down and filling out this paperwork.  I’ll run your ID and get you converted as fast as possible.  Just so you will know, Amy was converted by Judge Harper tonight because your step mom fucked up.  She, Joanne that is, knowing how your dad feels about Amy, also converted herself to avoid being snuffed and eaten, so don’t be surprised to see them in the holding cell.

Suck like your future depended on in it.

Suck like you mean it.

Kimberly, come here please. I’ve trying to make up my mind.  I’m going to keep either you or you mother, and sell the other off into slavery.  So get on your knees and give me a blowjob.  Suck me like your future depends on it.

Greg, you can’t be for real.  I mean you can sell mom, she’s your wife, but you are my step-dad, you can’t sell me.

Kim, you are very much out of it.  Step fathers have all the rights as your natural father would have, if any one knew who he was.  I can sell you when ever I feel like it.  And if you don’t get on your knees and start sucking like you mean it, I’ll feel like that now.

OK “Daddy”  Want me to call you that?

No, I want your little teen age lips on my cock.  And take your panties off too, I want to see your cunt while you suck me.

Oh… This isn’t your first blow job is it?

I’m a cheerleader, of course it’s not.  I’ve blown the whole offensive line.

Enough talk, more lip  on cock action.

Wife or step daughter?

Greg? I’ve found those papers you had me look for… OH MY GOD What are you two doing?

Oh, good, you are here.  Strip and get on your knees.  I’m trying to decided which one of you I’m going to keep and who gets sold into slavery to pay for my next vacation.  Oh, and I just found out that Kimberly is a big of a slut as you are.   Of course she just sucking off  11 guys at a time, not like she fucked them and didn’t know who the father was.

See Kim?  You dear old mom didn’t even hesitate, she’s on her knees and nude with out any back talk.  Of course she’s been broken to being a slut for longer than you have been alive, but you knew that.  Or did you?  Did she ever tell you that you were the result of a bare back gang bang?

Ah, yeah, dear you do give good head, but there is something about Kimberly,  something about teenage cock suckers that turns me on.

Greg, don’t sell me, I’ve got a life to live.  Sell mom, she’s already broken, like you said.  I’ll suck you off when ever you want.  I’ll even let you fuck me in the ass, I know mom doesn’t like that, I heard her talking about it to her friends.

Oh, yeah, suck on it.  Got any thing to say in your defense there Jeannie?

Yeah, I think you will find that I’m much better at sex in general, even if I don’t  like it up the ass.  But if that is what it takes to keep me out of slavery, you can fuck my ass right now.  While she watches.

OK… Let me see.  I’ve got an idea on this.  I will keep the one that makes me cum.  Each of you gets 30 seconds at a time, and the one that I don’t cum in the mouth of gets sold off.

So, Kimberly you start….

Oh, yeah, yeah do that.  Deeper… Deep throat me you little cheerleader slut.  Oh, times up.  Let your mom have her turn.

Oh, Oh GOD  Do that with your throat muscles again.   Oh GOD yes, do that.   Now lick the head, lots of tongue  action.  Time to switch…

OH Kim, you are good, the jocks must love it when you drop by.  Tell me where did you suck them off at?  NO not now, wait until you mother time.   And switch….

Jeannie, god you are good at that.  But I’ve had you way too many times.

Daddy?  The first time I sucked off the team was in the bus.  All of us cheerleaders did them.   Of course we only do it in groups,   so that counts as a performance so we can’t be converted.  Is it my turn yet?

OH GOD  Yes, it it.  Let me pull out of your mom and she can tell me about her latest gang bang.


You came on my face!

And on my belly!

Yes Jeannie, I did, but after I pulled out of Jeannie’s mouth.  So I didn’t cum in either of your mouths.  Well, I said  I was going to sell off who ever I didn’t cum in, so what do I do now.  I came, but I think it was more Kimberly’s telling about being a bus slut than any thing else….

Well, I’ve got more stories to tell, if nothing else I’ve been a slut longer than she has.

Well, enough of this.  I’ve got a phone call to make.  I’m keeping my word, so I’m selling both of you off…