This blog is based on a universe where in 2000 the US, followed by most of the world, allowed the enslavement of females. Very much not work safe. Also very much misogynist and more than a touch psychopathic. You have been warned.
I think I’ll go wading, the water looks good, get me away from the “mourners”. I think I’ll strip down, nudity appears to be OK here, at least today, most of the girls in the lake or the pool are either topless or nude. It’s a good day to be naked. And a lot of the ones just standing around are that way as well. It’s like they are for sale or something. At least the living ones, the dead ones all seemed to be nude in that pile. Lots of them today. And the ones that they keep shoving on the spikes. Need to say well away from that, don’t know how they are chosing those girls, don’t want to end the day with a steel spike up me. That looks like a painful way to go. That bastard has something to do with all the killing, I know, causing death from beyond the grave, like he did for June. I wish dad didn’t have to make another speech today for that bastard.
Jenna Goldman
Jenna Goldman, daughter of Karl Goldman, thought, unaware that her sister Jill had been accidentally snuffed just minutes before. The large breasted blonde stripped down, then got off the beach and started wading in the lake.
Hey, look at that chick! She’s got gigantic tits. The biggest set I’ve seen here today.
Don’t be rude. She can’t help that. I feel sorry for her, she must have back pain all the time. And I thought I was big at D. She must be like a G or something like that.
I’m gonna go talk to her, then push her over. I’ll bet those tits float. Maybe cop a feel.
Boys.
Oh, like you don’t feel up your girlfriend whenever you can.
Yeah, but she’s not a complete stranger. And it’s none of your business what I do with Alicia.
Want to see some photos of the last time you had some play time with her?
Gimme that. Let me look at them… I can’t believe you filmed me.
Give me a blowjob, and I will not post them on social media.
I gave you one last week. Not letting you get 3 in a month.
Ah, come on, Dana, I wouldn’t convert you. You’re my favorite sister. Well, possibly after Eileen, she gives me blowjobs whenever I ask. Sort of. Well, at least more often than the rest of you do.
Edward, I’m still not doing it, you’re not getting one until next weekend when your friends all come over for that video game contest thing. I’ll blow all of you then. And eat what’s her name’s pussy. I can’t believe she’s still free. But whatever about the photos you have, I don’t care, post them, it’s on you. Just let me remind you that Alicia is taking karate lessons. She’ll kick your ass. They are just us topless, making out any way, you can see that on TV every night now that they changed the rules. It’s not like you got us with the rabbit or anything.
You know you can’t convert her with sex toys, you have to fuck her with a strap on.
I know that, and who said anything about converting her?
Oh, one of you is going to convert the other, it’s just a matter of time. Any way, gonna go play with big tits now.
With that, Edward runs up to Jenna, who is standing knee-deep in the lake, watching the people in the canoes and paddle boats.
Hi! My name is Edward, what’s are your tits’ names? I mean, what’s yours? I guess that matters as well. Hey, have I seen you before?
Jenna laughs at the boy's brazenness.
Well, my name is Jenna, and they are just “left” and “right”. I never named them. Why do you think I should? I don’t think we’ve met.
Yeah, sure, any tits as big as yours should have names. Let’s play a game! It’s called “Don’t fall in!” WAIT, I know where I’ve seen you. Your name is Cindy!
Hush, not so loud. Please don’t say that. What do you want to not say that again?
Give me a kiss!
Jenna leans over and gives Edward a deep kiss. The boy is surprised, as he's never had a kiss like that before. After a few moments, Edward, to cover his overwhelming surprise, Edward pushes Jenna over by pushing on her breasts. Jenna flounders a bit and stagers back, flailing to keep her balance, not seeing that she is falling in front of a canoe being paddled back to shore. The blonde is stuck in the head by the canoe and is dazed, falling into the water. Edward runs away, not wanting to be caught hurting a woman, even if she might be a slave.
Jenna floats, unconscious, away from the shore. After a few minutes, she is seen by a trio of frat boys.
Hey, there’s a slave’s body floating out there!
How do you know it’s a slave, Frank?
Well, would someone snuff a free woman in public, Lewis, I mean there must be 500 witness here today?
Well, yeah, murder is still a thing. I think it’s just manslaughter for most women, though. Let’s bring it in. We might be able to sell it for some money. Or donate it to the wolf people and get a tax write off. I need one of those. Actually, I got to have a bunch, inheritance tax is a bitch.
The trio wades out to Jenna and starts to pull her back to shore.
Hey, I know this is a slave, this is Cindy Randall! I’d recognize that birthmark on her tit anywhere.
If it’s Cindy, doesn’t that mean she’s a free woman? Aren’t most big time porn stars free, I mean, isn’t that the point?
Do you think she would have done the “Do your worst, do anything to me” series if she had a choice? I mean, there are 5 in that series. And they do some pretty nasty things to her. And they just keep getting nastier.
Yeah, you got a point, she must have refused to do the next one and her owner decided to snuff her by drowning her. That’s too bad, I wanted to see her take on a whole barnyard. I am not sure how a rooster would do her, but that include a photo of a rooster in the previews. And a bull, a horse, several dogs and some redneck brothers and a really skanky looking set of chicks.
Hey, she’s still warm! Let’s fuck her!
Ewww. I don’t do dead chicks, even hot slutty ones.
Well, if she is still warm, it’s like she just an expensive sex doll.
Why would anyone buy a sex doll when you can just get a slave? For that matter, rape is legal in Oklahoma now, just pull a bitch off the street. If you “accidentally” snuff her, it’s only a fine most of the time. And why do you know about sex dolls? Do you have a secret kink that I don’t want to know about? Anyway, I’m gonna go talk to one of my uncles about buying a couple of his daughters. Plus, I hear that there is a 2nd will, or codicil, something like that, that covers the old man’s daughters and granddaughters. Gonna listen to that. It might be important.
Frank walks away, the others move Jenna's body, so Lewis can fuck it, not knowing that she's still alive.
Go hold it’s front, Jesse, so it doesn’t float away.
Jesse, who is on the fence about the whole “just like a sex doll” thing, moves to the front of Jenna, holding her so she doesn't float away. Once she is secured, Lewis pulls his pants down and roughly enters Jenna.
Do I want to know why you were already erect, Lewis?
Because I’ve always wanted to fuck her, ever after I saw her do a 12-man train.
Your kink is not OK.
Don’t kink shame.
Lewis begins to pump into the unconscious blonde's cunt. Jenna starts to move away from him.
Hold her tighter!
Jesse changes his grip, doing so pushing Jenna' head underwater. Jenna thrashes trying to get a breath. Jesse, not recognizing what Jenna was doing, thinking it was some sort of postmortem body movement, holds her down tighter.
Damn! Her cunt just tightened up on me. I can’t believe how good this feels. It’s almost like she’s fucking back! Damn, you should try this when I’m done.
I don’t do sloppy seconds Lewis, I’ve told you that before. I’ll get a fresh one, it’s not like it difficult to get one here today. I could just grab one and fuck her in the ass in front of her mother, and I don’t think anybody would say jack shit about it. At least not anybody important would say anything. A bitch might, but who gives a damn about them? They might even offer to sell her to me when I was done. And maybe the mother if she said anything. I could even get a still warm dead one if I wanted that, which I’m not sure I do. They seem to be snuffing a lot of them today. Might go face rape one of those teenyboppers on a stick that they have all over the party area if I want one that is dying, but not dead yet.
Damn! She just tightened up on me like a vise! God, I’m not sure what happened. Might have been the start of rigor mortis. No, that’s right, she is still limber. Damn, drained me right out. Oh God, that was so cool. I need to fuck freshly dead sluts more. That was intense. Maybe I’ll see if I can fuck one of the sluts they are doing on the guillotine. I’ll bet that’s a rush and half. Anyway, let’s see if you can sell her body as wolf food, or perhaps get a tax deduction for her.
What Lewis didn't know was the tightening of Janna's cunt was her death throes. If they had paid more attention, they might have been able to save the life of their favorite porn star.
Damn it, with Jill dead, I need another Paralegal. Better call Jenna and get her ass over here. Glad I converted her last week so she can work at the office.
Odd, no answer. I know that kids don’t always answer a voice call, but I know I show up as “Master Daddy” on her phone. She should pick up. She better not be doing a spur of the moment porn shoot. I don’t know what I was thinking when I said she could do them. Well, they bring in a nice chunk of change. She should have read the contracts before signing them. I’m only depositing in her account about 20% of what she earns.
Any way. Why isn’t she picking up? I should report her as a run-a-way. The downside to that is it would result in all my daughters, my sisters, their daughters, and most importantly, my wife, being converted and sold at auction. And I know that those auctions always have the meat people bidding on them. Ah, I know, I’ll convert the whole family, then report her missing. That way I don’t lose any of mine. Does mean I’ll probably have to buy the rest of them and sell them back to their husbands and wives. Or not some of them. Jame’s wife could stand being made into lunch meat. Meh, worry about that later.
At the impromptu Spellbook Slaves outdoor office
Mr. West, have a delicate matter to discuss with you.
Sure, Mr. Goldman, was it? What can I do for you?
Well, I want to report Jenna, my paralegal asset slave, as being a run-a-way. But I don’t want to lose my entire family to the mercy of the courts. While I’m fairly sure that I would be able to buy them at the sale, I’d rather not risk it.
So you would like to convert them all before you report her then?
Exactly.
OK. I can do that. Fill out the information about each of them on this form on my tablet, then it’s a simple matter of the fee. Plus, you will need to bring them to the shop within 24 hours to be tested.
Karl fills out the form and hands it back to Mike along with his AmEx.
OK, let me run this by the state. Ah. That’s odd.
Something wrong?
Yeah, Jacqueline shows as being converted already. By a Jon Goldman. Last summer, just after she turned of age. Were you aware of that?
No. I was not aware of this. What are my options as her father.
Well, really, you don’t have any. Jon had a valid PPC conversion on her, so if you want her, you will have to talk to him about buying her from him.
Oh, I’ll talk. But there aren’t any other problems?
No, the rest are provisionally converted, awaiting pregnancy testing.
Thank you. Mr. West. Can I report a run-a-way to you, or do I have to report it to the police?
I can take the report. It will get sent to the state board, and they will take action on it with in 10 working days. At least that’s what they say. Seems that the actual hearing often takes up to a month to six weeks to happen, but you should be contacted at least as soon as it enters the system. You do realize that if you do report her as a run-a-way that not only her direct family, but her aunts and first cousins would be liable for conversion as well. And given the way that the slave courts have been acting the last year, it’s highly likely that will happen.
Yes, I’m aware, and I will handle that issue if and when it comes up.
OK, just giving you the heads-up. For what it’s worth, most run-a-way families are sold at about 1/3 their open market appearance value. The downside is you would be bidding against Hill’s and other meat shops most of the time. So, if you don’t buy them, it’s highly likely they will be made into girl meat, or spit roasted if they met the grade for that. The other frequent bidder is Global Communications, which means that they would be used on one of their TV shows. Their best option in that case is being a sex slave on one of the porn channels.
As I said, I will handle that issue if it comes up.
Hey, boss, just got an email from a “COFCO Group North America”.
And this matters to me, why?
Well, they are the American agent of the Chinese slave thing. They sell slaves by the cargo container or half container full. 15 per container, $4500 plus shipping, which seems to be 500 per container. They claim B+ or better. Don’t say what scale they are using, however. Based on the tone of the email, they are primarily selling to the livestock market.
And are we a livestock company?
Chinese Slaves For Sale
Well, no. But they are cheap. Here, take a look at a sample set.
OK, if those are their samples, you would assume that they would put their best on it. Only a couple of those women are grade B, and most of them are lower than that. Think we’ll pass on them for now. Not really in our wheelhouse. The only thing we could use them for is torture viewing, and most of those are from slaves the client provides. I can tell just by looking at the samples that Issac and Sheila aren’t going to want to watch them. Hmm. I see that they say that their English skills are “none to minimal”. That really rules them out because after sex slaves, work slaves are our bestsellers and if they can’t understand English, they will not be any good as a worker. Hard pass, unless they have some actual high appearance score girls with at least some English skills. I suspect those will not be sold in lots of 15 or even 7.
Hill’s Fine Meat, same morning.
Mr. Hill, you know about the Chinese slave thing?
Yeah, why?
Well, we just got an email about buying them in lots of 15 or 7. We can get 15 “B+”, or at least that is what they are saying they are. For about the same as two A+ costs us now, or 7 for what a single A+ costs.
Hm. Can’t hurt. Order seven. If all else fails, we have a sale on girl steaks and burger meat.
Just seven?
Yeah, no need to over commit until we know what we are getting.
The next day
Chinese Slaves for Sale as Meat
OK. I’m glad we only ordered half a container. We’ve got one maybe, A grade slave, the rest are B at best. Take the tall one with the acceptable tits out of the line-up and put her in the pens with the other spit muffins. Butcher the rest for parts. Not buying any more batches of them. Single that we can see a photo of before we buy, only.
Sure thing. But they were cheap, got to admit that.
We can get C and B class girls by the bus load, and often at about the same prices. Parts girls are never a problem getting. The Westside provides us with way more than we need every day.
OK, I can take a hint.
Sisters to Spit Roast
Only if applied with a sledgehammer. So how’s are those sisters of yours doing? I think you owe me a few A grade slaves.
I’ll see what I can do. Dad’s been moaning about food costs, and he wants some money for a vacation, so I think I can get the oldest three at least. Most of us are tired of them anyway. Melissa has even stopped giving blow jobs, saying it “too weird” to blow her kin folk. I mean, it’s not like we are fucking them. Not a that big of a deal.
You do that. And you might keep your job.
Same Morning, “We Be Slaves”
Chinese Slaves For Torture
Hey, I just got an email from the China slave company. They provided a photo of some sample slaves and say that they are available in lots of 15. For some reason, they have their figure sizes labeled. Not sure why, they all look like skinny A cup.
Whatever, order 2 cases. Containers, whatever. Even if they are ugly as sin, we need some torture slaves. The Westside crowd is getting tired of only having redneck bitches to watch being tortured and snuffed. Having some “exotic” cunts might help our bottom line, plus they are cheap, even cheaper than trailer trash.
The podium shortly after Reverend Ellis’s eulogy of Emmett Cook.
Karl Goldman, Esq., Emmett Cook's personal lawyer, steps up to the podium.
Gentlemen, mistresses, and sluts, in particular owners of Mr. Cook’s female descendants, sons-in-law of Mr. Cook, mistresses which that have control of one or more of Mr. Cook’s descendants, and uncontrolled daughters of Mr. Cook. I have a codicil to his will that applies to you as a group, that I’ve been directed to read at this time.
“I, Emmett Cook, do establish a trust fund of twenty million dollars to be distributed among individuals controlling one or more female descendants of mine, or uncontrolled daughters, based on the following conditions:”
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a daughter or daughters who are legally killed from 7:00AM of the day of my funeral service and for the next seventy-two hours after it, you will be granted 4 shares of the fund per daughter killed.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a daughter, or daughters who are converted to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in the same period, you will be granted 3 shares per daughter converted.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a granddaughter or granddaughters who are legally killed in that period, you will be granted 2 shares per granddaughter. If they are killed immediately after my funeral service to act as decorations for the country club’s “party area” you will be granted a half share per granddaughter, in addition to the two shares for killing them.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a granddaughter or granddaughters who are converted to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, you will be granted one share per granddaughter.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who legally kill any of their daughters in that period, will receive three quarters a share per daughter killed.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who convert any of their daughters to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, will receive half a share per daughter converted.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who volunteer for conversion at Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, will receive one quarter of a share, to be given to an individual or individuals of their choice.
“The shares will be tallied, and the fund will be divided based on the total number of shares. The trust funds awards are to be given regardless of any other financial windfall or gain you may obtain via the killing or conversion of a daughter or granddaughter.”
“A controlling person is defined as an owner, husband, wife, father, stepfather, stepmother, or mistress owning or controlling the female descendant. Controlling means the individual has uncontested rights of conversion or legal ownership of the female descendant. An uncontrolled daughter is defined as a free woman who is not married or otherwise controlled. Persons gaining the right of conversion or ownership via the so-called ‘person of personal contact’ method during this period are not considered a controlling person for reasons of this trust fund.”
The bodies of the daughters and granddaughters killed, except for those roasted for the post service meal, will be donated to the Eastlake Zoological Gardens to be used as wolf feed.
Mr. Martin Kidd, director of Southern Hill's Country Club, steps up to the microphone.
“Those converted to be roasts for the post service meal, will count for this trust fund, of course, assuming they otherwise qualify. You will need to convert granddaughters before they can be used as a party decoration, assuming free status. Only granddaughters under the age of 21 who have a grade B+ or higher on the appearance scale will be considered for use as decorations. Please indicate that Southern Hill’s Country Club is the buyer on the Spellbook Slave’s form for her conversion. We are offering $500 in addition to the two and half shares for each granddaughter sold to us for being used as decorations. I want to warn you that the planned decorations method will be a painful and slow death, by partial impalement. They will bleed out over the course of thirty to ninety minutes”.
Well, that ought to kick up the level of bloodlust today. Glad he made us the slaver of choice for this. Better get ready, there is gonna be a line soon.
And here comes our first client. Odd, it’s a single woman, I would have bet on it being a son-in-law. Meh.
Party Decorations
Hello! I am Natalie Cook, one of Emmett’s “uncontrolled daughters,” as he so succinctly put it, and I would like to offer my brood of older teen brats for the “decorate the party area” pool. I suspect you will need to taser them. They aren’t expecting anything to happen to them today, much less being snuffed. But I need the money and the three and three fourths shares of the trust fund, plus the twenty-five hundred dollars from the country club, is just too good to pass up. I am not sure if that extra half a share for being a decoration slut applies to me, but I’ll wait and see. I’m good either way. What are the names of your party decoration daughters? Elizabeth, Beatrice, Doris, Kathy, and Julia Cook OK, point them out to us and we will go capture them. Evan, take Ian and Vicky with you and go get them. Just Taser them to start with, don’t try to act like it’s permissive or anything.
Elizabeth, Beatrice, Doris, Kathy, Julia? Yes?
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I am so glad that Mike upgraded us to these ten shot Taser-10 guns. Doing that with one-shots would have been a bitch and half.
Note: The “Taser-10” is a real thing. Axon, the maker of Taser guns, does not sponsor this site and would probably have a cow if they found out about it, so let’s keep it a bit of a secret, OK?
OK, zip tie their arms behind their back. Vicky, do blood test and enter them in the database if they are green. Once you have done that, help the club staff get them on spikes. Evan, Ian, come back here, I see people starting to come this way.
It’s too bad that my other nine brats are still underage. The oldest triplets will be old enough in a few months, might convert them on their birthday. Be cheaper than throwing a party. You buy “barely legal teens” right? Ms. Cook, we would be glad to have your “barely legal teen” daughters when they pass the age of consent. There is a pretty good market for young slaves. Of course, part of that market is to wannabe serial killers, who just buy their victims instead of doing the old fashion way. Are you good with that? I’m selling my oldest five to be painful snuffed as party decorations for my father’s funeral service. What do you think? In fact, can you add a flag to their file that indicates that they should be snuff toys? I’d say spit muffins, but I don’t think they have the body type for that. OK, bring them by up to 6 months before their birthday for a free estimate on their value, then bring them in on their birthday for conversions, and I’ll see what we can do about having them marked as snuff bunnies. If all else fails, they can be part of the four teen slaves a month order that we have to a client couple that uses them for practice for their stable of goth girl torturers and executioners. The goths seem to have a thing for working on “norms” as they put it. The slaves they work on have a month-long life span, at most, and will spend most of that time in considerable pain. Oh, that sounds like just the ticket. Please do so.
There is something in the water in Southside which makes people want to convert family members at the drop of a hat, but this family is just way more bloodthirsty than normal, even for Southside.
OK, Vicky, is it? I’m Mistress Greene, I oversee decorations here at Southern Hill’s. This isn’t the first time we have used teens as party decorations, but normally, it’s only two or three, sometimes as many as five. This is going to be a record. Here’s what going to happen. First, cut the clothes off any party decorations that are not already naked. They go on the spike nude, of course. Zip tie their arms behind them if they aren’t already and put on a dog training collar. Lead them over to the first empty spike, going clock wise, then position them over the spike. Once you’ve got it lined up on either their vagina or anus, vagina works better, but either will do, then hit the foot pedal trigger. Make sure the spike’s lock buttons are in place, then shove the decoration down a little. Leave their hands zip tied behind them, but take off the dog collar. Any way, I’ll help you with the first one, so you can see how it’s done.
Vicky and Mistress Greene went to one of the Cook teens and began to cut her clothes off. The teen starts to wake up and trashes around, but with her arms zip tied behind her back, she's unable to stand up to run. She is soon stripped and collared. Vicky and Eileen yank her up, then lead her to the first spike.
Where are you taking me? What’s going on? Oh, you don’t know, do you? Your mother sold you to the country club to be a decoration. We are taking you to the arc of spikes. You’re the first one, but don’t worry, you will not die alone. At least your sisters will be with you. Die! What do you mean die! I’m too young to die. There must be some mistake. Mommy would never have me killed. She loves me! Nonsense, you’re over the age of consent, you can die whenever someone in authority says you do. In this case, it’s your mother. Now, if you had only taken a mistress course at your school, you might have avoided an early death, but you didn’t so you get a spike up your coochie. Vicky, do you know her name? No, does it matter? All I know is that she’s one of Emmett’s granddaughters and her mother wasn’t married, so their last name is Cook. Her mother told us their first names, but we knocked them out before we could sort them out. My name is Doris. Don’t kill me. I’m excellent at oral sex! I got an 88 the last time I was tested. Let me be your personal sex slave, please, don’t kill me! Sorry, I’ve already got a sex slave and I really don’t have room for two.
OK, Doris, sweetie, this is going to hurt a lot. But don’t worry, you’ll spend the rest of your life in pain, just like your darling mother wanted. You’re nothing but a paycheck for her and a pretty little dying teen for the rest of us to appreciate. You can expect at least some attention. Any last words? No? OK, here goes!
With that, Eileen pushes the foot peddle trigger, sending the 2-foot-long spike into Doris.
OK, she’s done for. Well, not really, if we got her to a hospital fast enough, they would be able to fix her internal injuries, but that’s not likely to happen today. Did once, when some love – struck idiot bought a decoration for two thousand dollars and rushed her to St. Francis in his car. She made it and was at the next quarterly golfing tournament, acting as a naked caddy for the boy. I understand that the total bill for her was a little over 10 grand, including what he paid for her. Her mother was pissed that she didn’t get any of the two thousand the slut was sold for. Please, oh God, take me off this spike. Please, I’ll do anything. You will die like the slut you are. It’s what your loving mother wants for you. Now be silent before I worsen it for you. So Vicky, do you think you can do one on your own now? I think so. Do I have to taunt them before I trigger the spike? No, but I like to. All you really have to do is line them up and stomp the pedal. Some of those pedals are a bit stiff, so you might have to hit it pretty hard. Why do you say mommy wants this for me? She thinks it will help your development. My development? How? You will develop in to a corpse, that’s how. Now have a nice day
Vicky and Mistress Greene return to the other Cook girls and begin to cut the cloths from one each. The stripped girls are rapidly zip tied and collared. The girl that Vicky was leading tries to put up a fight and broke away as she is being dragged to her doom. Vicky gave chase and rapidly tackled the fleeing teen.
Bitch. I hate it when you sluts fight back. I think I put the spike up your ass for that. I don’t know what you did to your mother to make her so happy to kill you, but that really doesn’t matter, she wants the money more than she wants your slut ass. Now take a spike up it!
Vicky triggers the spike. It enters the girl's ass at a slight angle. The girl twitches a few times, then her legs give out and she collapses down.
Damn it. The spike must have hit her spine, paralyzing her. Hate it when that happens. Whatever, she’s really is done for. Not your fault, but that’s why I normally aim it at their cunt. Less chance of a fast kill or paralysis that way. Getting it right comes with practice. I’m sure that by the end of today, you will be a pro at this. Ok, let’s go get the last two.
The two torturers return to the teens and repeat the process with the last two teens. Vicky chose to impale her 2nd through the teen's vagina instead of her anus, to avoid the issues of the previous one.
Well, that’s it for now. I’m sure we will have some more soon.
Hi! I’m Billy Bird, and I’d like to hang my wife and my eldest daughter. Why just your eldest? And why hang your daughter, she’s worth more spiked? Because the others are too young. All over 8, so there’s no problem with converting Tanya, but they are underage for conversion. Carrie is past the age of consent, her birthday was five months ago. As to why hang not spike, well, while I, obviously, don’t have a concern with killing them, being spiked seems like it’s just needlessly sadistic. OK. Point them out to us. Do you think they will go quietly, or are we going to need to zap them? I think that Tanya will go quietly. She knows that I have been considering selling her today as it is. She even knows it might be to be snuffed. Not so sure about Carrie. You might want to zap her. Any way, they are over there by the tree line. Go get them, Ian. Are you Tanya and Carrie Bird? Yes?
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OK, Tanya, do I need to Taser you too or are you going to do this the easy way?
Tanya Bird, snuffed for money.
Billy sold us, didn’t he? Slave or snuff? Snuff I’m afraid. I’ll need to do a blood test on both of you to make sure you’re not pregnant. OK. Let me strip down, might as well put on a show for this crowd. Not that seeing one more of Emmett’s daughters getting snuffed is going to mean all that much…
Carrie Bird, also snuffed for money
Why don’t you pull Carrie’s skirt and panties off her while she’s stunned? She is so proud of her little tight teen pussy, might as well let people see for the last time, before it’s devoured by wolves. Leave her shirt on, she thinks her tits are too small and doesn’t like showing them off. It’s not the first time she’s run around bottomless at this club, she’s been doing that for years. Little cock tease. Other than blowing Emmett when we visited, I don’t think she’s even had sex. Never had a boyfriend, I know that. We don’t get to snuff that many virgins. In fact, this might be the first time I’ve done one. Too bad, I don’t have time to cure her of that problem.
Volunteer to avoid the spike
Excuse us, Mr., West, sir. Yes, what can I do for you ladies? Yeah, we’re Carolyn and Monica Hickman, and we’ve got a question for you, Mr. West.
Any woman can volunteer to be a slave, right? There are a few restrictions, but in general, yes. And our parents would not have anything to say about it, wouldn’t they? Nope, not a bit. They would not have any rights over us anymore, right? Nope, no rights. Why do you ask? Well, I overheard dad say that he wanted to get the money for us being decorations, and we would rather not die on a spike, then be feed to the wolves. Almost anything is better than that. OK, so you both want to volunteer?
Please say yes. Y’all are about the hottest thing I’ve seen in years. I want to have a nasty three-way with both of you.
Yes, we do. Does having a high sex skill rating matter as to what kind of slave we would be? Our domestic skills are pretty good as well, if that matters. We’ve got an electronic copy on our phones.
Oh, it just keeps getting better and better. Yeah, not letting these two slip away.
Oh yes, high scores mean you should end up a sex slave or house domestic slave, not a torture toy or general use slave. Not 100% safe, but much safer than most of the other options. Let me see your scores… Oh my, you scored over 90 across the board on your sex skills, you even got tested for hand jobs, that’s rare, and pretty good, all over 75, on your domestic scores. Huh, didn’t know that “cleaning” was a testable skill. Anyway, you look to be appearance Grade A. You would be high-value slaves, we don’t often get the whole package of Grade A looks and high skills across the board, much less a matched set. Good chance that both of you will be bought as a set by a bachelor as live – in servants with sex benefits. Or by a family where the wife is seeking some help, both around the house, in the kitchen, and in the bedroom, where you would do the kinky stuff that she might not want to do, or she might like sex with other women, could go either way. For that matter, with your cunt lapping scores, a lesbian, or lesbian household, might want you. Yeah, we can use you.
Oh God, yes we can use you, and by we, I mean me. Gonna break you two into to being sex slaves as soon as we get back to the shop. Haven’t had a high skill matched pair in years.
OK, that’s good, convert us. So it’s official, you both want to be slaves then? Yes, but please hurry, I see our dad coming this way…
Score!
OK, let me see your ID. Let me make a few state database changes. We’ll do the blood work at the shop. OK, you’re both slaves now, assuming your blood work test comes out green. And if your blood work isn’t OK, you can’t be converted by anyone. He can’t do anything to you now, at least not without buying you. He didn’t convert you himself, so even if he does buy you to have you snuffed, it wouldn’t count for the trust fund. Oh, thank God. Oh, there you two are. We’ve been looking for you. Mr. West, is it? I want to have my daughters here be made part of the decorations.
Like I’m about to have this set of wet dreams walking get out of my control so this Southside slob get a few extra bucks for snuffing them. Gonna break it to him hard, and maybe raise their price a bit, in case he really wants them.
I’m afraid you are too late, Mr. Hickman, I assume, these two are slaves belonging to Spellbook Slaves and will be used as company sex slaves for the foreseeable future, until sold on the open market. They have high to very high skill ratings in most important categories and have a high appearance grade, which makes them very valuable property. You are welcome to rent them at one hundred fifty an hour each as sex slaves, two hundred fifty an hour for the pair. Let me warn you, that if they are damaged in any permeant way, or snuffed you will be charged the full amount of their retail value, plus a penalty fee. That’s around four thousand dollars, each, before our penalty fee, which varies based on several factors. I need to enter their scores and grade into our system to get their exact value, however.
Can’t spike the daughters, hang the wife.
Oh, well, that sucks. Should have been faster at getting over here. I guess I should just snuff my wife. She’s worth one less share as the girls would bring as decorations, but four is better than nothing… HERBERT! Marie, I’m not missing out on a part of that twenty million. With our other girls being too young by a few months or more, that just leaves you. I’ve been thinking of selling you off for a while, and I can’t say I’m sorry about doing it this way. I’m pretty sure I can find a fresh mommy for the girls today. Nice young one, lots of those here today, seen a couple that look pretty good. If they don’t get converted or snuffed this afternoon, I’ll talk to their fathers about a marriage offer.
Marie hears this and turns to run. Vicky nails her with her Taser before she makes 5 steps.
I hate it when they run. And she’s the 3rd one today. Really getting tired of it. Would you like her snuffed by hanging, then? Ah, yeah. Hang her high.
I’ve got no problem with hanging your wife. She’s a B+ MILF at best. Not a lot of market for them right now. Might ask about the other daughters, if it runs in the family, I might want them after they are old enough.
So Mr. Hickman, about your other daughters, if they’re anything like their sisters, we’ll pay a premium for them once it’s legal to do so. Bring them by for a free evaluation, you can do that up to six months before they become convertible. I’ll keep that in mind. I might take you up on that sex slave rental thing. I’ve been having nasty thoughts about them for years, and their mother will not be around to stop me. They will be available starting tomorrow, assuming that their blood work comes back clean. Vicky, take these girls to the van now, please.
Evan? You remember my friend here, right? You mean the one that you had me document that she blew you, and that you blasted all over her face? Of course, I do Ed. Here for number act number three then?
And that’s three
Yeah, So, as I understand it, if a licensed slaver, or one of his employees, witnesses and documents a sex act, it doesn’t have to be recorded by the converter? Yep, as long as I get a couple of photos at critical moments. And, you know, see it from the start, so I know she’s OK with the sex. Not screaming “NO”, that sort of thing. While rape will not get in much legal trouble now, it still doesn’t count as conversion sex. OK, That’s cool. You can see she’s not saying no… I’m going to fuck her in the ass now… OK, got the shot, that’s three. Make sure that a Spellbook employee is around with a phone or camera if you decide to gather any more slaves for your harem. If we aren’t there for the start of it, it doesn’t count, and might get in trouble with either the law or the rules of the club. Most likely the club, I think sex in public isn’t indecent anymore, at least not on private property. Still got to run a blood test on her once you have finished. Just has a thought, you know that PPC conversions aren’t part of the trust fund, right? ‘Yeah, and I don’t even know if she meets those requirements any way. Never asked. Don’t care, I got my big payout for converting the girls, plus I don’t think I’m eligible for that. Oh. her ass is tight… If Kara was this tight or as willing to be ass fucked, I might have bought her back instead of selling her to Johan. God, I love fucking sluts up the old Hershey highway. Oh, yeah! Fuck my ass! What does he mean, “that’s three” Ed? It means you’re my slave bitch now. Oh, you could have just asked, you know, better being a slave bitch than a snuff bitch. But that’s OK, I like getting fucked in the ass… Didn’t know it counted as being a slave sex, but whatever, Oh yeah, fuck me harder, make me your slave bitch! Cum in my mouth when you are done with my ass! Let me lick my shit off your cock! I’m nothing but an ass slut whore anyway, OH yeah, deeper! Fuck my ass deeper! Make me your slave bitch, I’m a dirty little whore who needs, Oh yeah! to be made into a slave cunt! Fuck me, then throw me away when you’re done with me! I’m nothing but a dirty little ass whore! OH GOD, I’M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER! OK, doesn’t sound like this will be a non-permissive conversion. Do you want to sell her or keep her? She is at least grade A, so she is worth around $1000.00, plus some more for being an ass freak. Well, freak in general it seems. There is a 300 dollar fee if you are keeping her. Oh… yeah… I think I’ll keep this one and her tight little whore ass. Oh, God, yeah… At least for a while, might snuff her when I get tired of her or her ass gets loose. Let me finish up in her fucking tight ass, then we can do the paperwork after she licks me clean. After you get her name, I don’t want to know it. It’s “Ass Slut” now, any way… Oh, yeah, fucking your ass, fucking it hard! Take it, you fucking cunt bitch!
Several minutes of less and less coherent screams, sex noises, and ass slaps happen, until Ed and what's her name collapse in a sweaty pile.
OK, if you’re done, let me get a blood draw.
Mr. West, I’m Johnathan Bruce, I’d like to have you kill my wife Veronica. She’s one of Mr. Cook’s daughters, and I’d like part of that trust fund. OK, fill out this form on my tablet and point her out to me. How do you want her killed? Hanging is pretty popular today. Do you have any daughters you want to sell or kill today? We’re paying a premium for teens today, and of course, they are looking for teens to decorate the area with. That’s five hundred above and beyond the two and half shares. No, I would rather not do anything to my daughters today. I mean, I’ve got 3 days to think about it anyway, even if I don’t get the extra money from the club. I don’t want a hanging, that seems so mundane today. What’s that thing where she’s put in a chair, strapped to it, then a cord is tightened around her neck? Sounds like a garrote. We’ve got a chair, but I’ll have to send someone back to the shop to get it. Ian! Go back to the shop and get the garrote chair. Bring back the wire, the cord and the leather strap, give us some options. Well, since it’s going to be awhile, I’ll go stand with her until the time comes.
Time passes
OK, boss man, I’ve got it. Where do you want to put it?
Veronica Bruce, 1st garrote victim of the day
Oh, just over by the podium. Let’s go get Veronica Bruce and choke the shit out of her. Mr. Bruce? Is this Veronica? Yes, it is.
<ZAP>
OK, we will take her over to the chair and run a blood test, to make sure she’s not pregnant. Want to watch? Or maybe turn the crank yourself? Of course, I want to watch, young man, but no, I would rather not turn the crank myself. I want to watch the light go out of her eyes. OK, suit yourself. Fast or slow? Want me to wake her up first? Oh, yes, slow, and yes, certainly wake her up.
The blood test is run and Veronica isn't pregnant. Ian pops a smelling salt capsule under her nose, waking her up, he then goes behind the chair and gives the handle a quarter turn. Mr. Bruce is visibly excited. Ian continues to turn the handle slowly, tightening the leather strap around Veronica's neck.She moans and starts to thrash against her restraints after one turn of the handle. After a few more turns, her breathing becomes ragged. As the strap continues to tighten, her breathing stops altogether.
OK, that’s all the way down. She’s either dead now or will be in a few minutes. We will leave her there for ten minutes, then take her body over to the wolf feed pile. Thank you so very much, Ian, was it? You’re welcome, all in a day’s work. If it turns out you want to have your daughters snuffed, come by the shop with them. We offer the use of talented suck slaves while you watch.
Mr. West, I’m having a bit of a discipline issue that I think you can help me solve, oh, my name is Spencer Cleveland, should have started with that. Sure, what can I do for you, Mr. Cleveland? Well, I’ve got 12 daughters, and they are acting out today. Not being respectful of the occasion or any of that. So, you want to sell them off as slaves, then? Oh, no. Just snuff one. That should put the fear of God into the rest. OK, how do you want her snuffed? Hanging will be fine. You know that putting them on a spike is actually worth money, vs hanging, which has a fee. Well, that doesn’t really matter, these girls are from my 1st wife, so they don’t count for any of Emmett’s descendants thing. And I’m not pissed enough at the 6 from his daughter to snuff them, and Tonya gives far too good head to snuff her, I don’t care how much they are offering.
Odd. Willing to snuff a daughter to put the fear of God into the rest, but not influenced by money enough to snuff his wife and 6 daughters who do qualify for trust fund shares.
Random question, Mr. Cleveland, are you from Eastlake? Oh, no, I’m from out of state. Texas, actually.
Ah, that explains it.
OK, point out the daughter you want hung, and we’ll get right on that. There is a $400 fee if she’s not already a slave. No, she’s not, and I’ll do better than point her out.
“Amanda, come here for a moment” Yes, father. You remember when I told all of you that if you didn’t straighten up, I was going to snuff one of you? Yes… Well, it’s you. I’m having you hung by these people.
Hearing that, Amanda turns to run. Ian pulls his Taser from its holster, but fumbles and drops it. With a snarl, he lunges after Amanda and tackles her.
Damn it. Go grass stains on my pants now. And these are my 2nd best pair. Damn it. At least it wasn’t me this time. Oh, do be quiet, Vicky. Remember, you are still a slave, even if Mr. West doesn’t treat you like one. Yes, Master Ian. Don’t get smart.
Amanda, snuffed to scare her sisters straight.
OK, hang the little bitch now. Do you want her hands tied or anything? Oh, no, let her try to get out of the noose. Her being helpless should drive the point home nicely “Girls, all of you come here.I warned you that I was on the end of my patience with all of you. Amanda is paying the price for that now. And she might not be the only one that gets killed if I don’t see some attitude improvement starting, like right now.” Mr. Cleveland, there is the matter of the fee. Of course, I assume you take plastic. Well, let’s take a quick blood test here, on the offhand chance she’s pregnant. Nope, not pregnant, and the database says you have conversion rights on her. Ian, string her up. On it boss.
The young blond is hauled off to one of the many impromptu gallows poles that ring the picknick pavilion and hosted off the ground. As expected, she grabs the noose and tries to loosen its hold on her throat. And also, as expected, this had no effect. After a few fruitless minutes clawing at that noose, she drops her arms and hangs loose.
I think she’s dead now, boss. Leave her hanging for a while. In fifteen minutes, toss her on the wolf feed pile.
My old friend Jerome walks up. Asks a couple of weird question about drugs and slaves. His basic question was if someone that can convert a girl is not on drugs, but the girls are, is it legal. I assure him that is 100% legal.
Then he drops the bomb. “There will be a big subdivision party next week, and I want to roast the oldest girls.” Seems that his three oldest daughters are doing drugs. I suspect they are just getting high, but I don’t know. This puts me in a bit of a spot, I’ve known Tracy, Gwen, and Joan their whole life. Hell, at one time I was “Uncle Mike” to them.
Three for the spit
Jerome must have seen the question on my face. “Here is a pic I took of them at a family beach day last week with some of their friends. I think after you see it, you will not consider them to be the little girls you think you know.” My phone dings, and sure enough there are the three girls. Yeah, I can do them. “OK, let’s figure out the fees and taxes, and how do you want them done”?“Well, I think I want Tracy, she’s the oldest and tallest live spit roasted, do Gwen as an oven roast and just part out Joan.” What about Dianne? “My wife? I think I’ll keep her for a while, at least. Besides, this was her idea. She went to one of her club meetings and had roasted girl and has been wanting to do it again for months. Depending on how this goes, I may end up being a regular girl meat customer.” “OK, point them out to me.” They are over there by the pool. Uncle Mike! We haven’t seen you in years!
My name is Vinny Ford, and I am the eight to four shift “supervisor” for Spellbook Slaves. I hate my shift. Well, that’s not quite true, I really don’t hate working at Spellbook Slaves at any time, just the eight to four shift is my least favorite shift to work. Hopefully, Mr. West will move around who is responsible for what shift some time soon, and I can get on the daylight hours shifts where I have some helpers. Or at least have a work slave assigned to the eight to four shift. Currently, this shift has just me, Faith, and Jasmine. Faith and Jasmin are the shift “dark ladies” which is to say torture chamber goths. But they are back in the torture chamber, cleaning up blood and doing maintenance on the torture and snuff toys, waiting on a slave that needs to be tortured or snuffed. That happens about one night in three. Or maybe having hot goth lesbian BDSM sex if all their other chores are done, that happens every night, it’s part of the agreement. The livestreaming of that sells pretty well, needless to say, but that doesn’t normally start until 10:30. Before the torture chamber goths were sold to “Daddy Issac” and we got his weird “you can use them in the torture chamber, but I own them” agreement, I could bring one or both of them up here and not be alone, plus get a hot goth blowjob. But Mr. Barton made it clear they were for the torture chamber only and were not to be “abused” by Spellbook staff. Abuse includes random acts of sex, so no blowjobs. Sex of any sort with them is restricted to paying clients. Anyway, I got in at 8:00 PM (20:00 for you people that use the 24-hour clock). Alex, the noon to eight shift supervisor, tossed me the keys and grunted something about “have a great night” as he and his staff clocked out and left.
Mistress Theresa
A few minutes after they left, a nice-looking couple came in. She was wearing the classic mistress garb of a black corset and long black gloves, and he was in a dress coat and slacks. Not what I normally get this time of night. I made a mental bet that she was going to take the lead in this interchange. “May I help you, sir and mistress?” She replied “Yes, we are looking for a blonde, with medium breasts, an appearance grade of A- or higher, and high scores in oral skills, both male and female, and at least average on anal, to include strap on. Right dear?” He looked at her, “Whatever you say, ‘Mistress Theresa’.” I could hear the quote marks around “Mistress Theresa”. And I won the bet with myself. I am not sure if that counts as a win because I also lost the bet.
Slave 5789-24, 1st sale of the night.
The Mistress Theresa turned to me, “I just finished my Mistress class, and we thought we would get a starter slave to celebrate. The other mistresses in the EMA implied that that was expected of a mistress that could afford one. It was also hinted that buying a slave for the less well-off young mistresses would be a good thing to do as well for older, more prosperous mistresses, but that can wait a week or so. I need to get experience with my own first.”
I typed in the criteria that they had given me and directed them to the screen where the four that met their criteria that we had in stock were displayed. “If you can make a selection, I can will bring her up for your approval.” They spent several minutes before deciding on Slave 5789-24. Slave 5789-24 had a date of conversion of about a month ago, towards the end of 2024. It’s surprising a that she hasn’t been sold yet, normally, a blonde A- with good sex skills sells within a couple of days. The day shifts must buy a lot more slaves than my shift if we have had almost 5800 slaves last year. Of course, there were a couple of large lots that added a couple of hundreds at a time. That still a slave intake of just under 16 a day. “What can you tell us about this slave, like what was her name and how did she become a slave?” Mistress Theresa asked. I brought up her history. “Her name was Michelle Hall, and she was converted by a person of personal contact, a Mr. Edgar Reid. Looks like, based on the proof of contact supplied, it was a one-night stand that he recorded on his home security system. She really should have stopped after being fucked and giving a blow job. It was the anal that pushed her over the line.” I clicked on his shop history. “Seems like Mr. Reid has quite a history of converting ‘girlfriends’ as see she was number seven after July 2024, when the rules changed and made PPC conversions much easier. Any rate, Michelle was sex tested a couple of months ago, no reason given, and scored high in oral, both male and female and slightly above average in anal and vaginal. She also has a certificate of training, with high scores, as a cook and in house cleaning. Hmm. Cert date is the day before her sex tests. It’s like she was trying to qualify as a house slave. Whatever. Let me go get her from her cell.” I triggered the “Will be back soon” sign on the door and locked it, for the outside. Don’t want people coming in with no staff at the counter. I am not sure why we do this, but it’s in “The Book of how we do things at Spellbook Slaves” that if the counter is empty, no new people are allowed into the building. With no other staff or slaves, that means I trigger it a lot. Anyway, after going to slave 5789’s cell, I woke her “Rise and shine slave, you need to be ready for a sale, a nice couple has selected you.” After a few seconds, she as sat up on her bed and looking at me groggily. “A couple? That’s nice, I think, any way. Did you tell them I was a cook and housekeeper or what?” I looked down at her, “Yes, but only after they selected you from the 4 that met their criteria of ‘blonde, grade A- or better, with medium breasts and high oral, both male and female, and anal skills’. Looks like they are buying a suck and ass-fuck toy, but you never know, come on, let’s not keep them waiting. Just so you will know, she is a Mistress, which should be obvious from her clothing, but make sure you act correctly for her. She seems to be in charge.” I brought her up front to the waiting customers, unlocking the door and turning off the “back soon light”. Theresa looked at her somewhat critically, while he just looked at Theresa. “Will she do Theresa? I mean as your starter slave?” Mistress Theresa nodded yes. “She will do. You said she also has a cert in cooking?” “Yes Mistress, she does, French and Italian specialties.” I reply.
He handed me a gold card, which I ran. I didn’t apply any surcharges to the sale because they didn’t act like the types that get the surcharges. I handed the card back, saying “She came to $1500, with tax. I’ve charged your card for that amount, thank you for choosing Spellbook Slaves for your slave needs. Do you need a collar and leash for her?” Mistress Theresa pulled a thin collar and short leash out of her purse and said, “No, I came prepared.” With that, she collared slave 5789 and led her out of the building.
A wife for conversion
Shortly after they left, a man in a tux came in with a nude woman, who, based on her apparent age, was his wife or “girlfriend”, not a daughter. She might be too old due to the max age limit of 45 that Oklahoma has now on PPC conversion if she’s his “girlfriend”, not his wife. “I’d like to sell you my wife” Well, that makes it a bit easier, no age problems. “Wilfred, can’t you just get a normal divorce? Why do you have to sell me off?” She asked him.
I ignored their by-play and asked for their ID. Wilfred Moss and his wife Alicia. The state database showed them to be married and without any children young enough to trigger the maternity clause. “Thank you sir. Does she have any certifications of training?” Mr. Moss looked at me. “I don’t understand your question.”“A certificate of training is a certificate that shows she has some tested sex skills, or, for example, from a cooking school or other trade school recognized by the state.”“She has a fine art’s degree, does that count? And no, she has no sex skills, tested or otherwise, that’s part of the reason I’m selling her. Should have sold her years ago.”“As far as her fine art’s degree, that depends on the degree, what was her specialty? Graphic artists are in demand right now, and of course dancers of any age are always welcome, but there isn’t much call for mixed media types.” He looked a bit pained, “Well, what if she doesn’t have any certificates?” “Well, then her price will be based on her age and general condition. If you bring her over to in front of this work station, I can take a scan of her and run it though the computer to see what is what and who is who.” As he positioned her in front of the camera, I entered her age. She didn’t look bad for a woman in her mid to late 40s, but didn’t have that MILF look, which is going to lower her value. “Wilfred, don’t due this”. I looked up from the station. “You be silent, or I will Taser and gag you. A person with the right of conversion has requested your conversion, and there is no obvious reason to refuse the conversion. This is your first and only warning. Now stand on that plate and face the camera.” She looked like she was slapped in the face, but stood straight and faced the camera. A flash later I had her picture, was waiting on the evaluation software to kick in the results. The plate she was standing on feed in her weight and her height was calculated from her image. A few seconds later, I got a rating and price quote of only $400, close to our minimum amount. I looked over to Mr. Moss. “I can offer only $400 for her. Unless you have any training certs, I’m afraid that is a high as I can go. I’ve checked and her general fine arts degree is included in that valuation, which means she would be below our current minimal standard without it.”“Well, if that is what she is worth, I’ll take it.” I made a few entries on my workstation and poof Alicia Moss was now slave 0255-25. I triggered the “Be back soon” sign, locked the door, and I took her back to the holding pen. On return, I asked Mr. Moss if he wanted store credit, a debit card loaded with $400, or cash for his now ex-wife. “Store credit will do nicely, I will be buying a sex slave soon. I might be selling off some of my daughters as well, I need to think about that.”
I checked the clock. It’s just after eleven, which means I’m in the gap between “Out on the town, let’s go to the slave shop” crowd, such as it is, and the “Bars let out, let’s go to the slaver and sell off the girl of the night” crowd, which is always fun to deal with. I decide to take slave 0255 from the holding pen to a cell. I trigger the sign and door and took her back. When I return, there is a crowd of women at the door. I open the door and they all come in. These women have two things in common with each other. Huge freaking tits and sort of thick bodies. They are the type that looks best with a spit in her cunt and coming out her mouth, assuming you want high-quality meat, vs just snuffing a hot chick. Of late I’ve been trending towards good meat, I see enough hotties get snuffed that I’m getting jaded about it, but I like BBQ girl meat a lot.
4 soon to be long pigs
“Welcome to Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you ladies” The tallest one, says, “We want to be turned into slaves before our husbands get home from their night shift jobs.” “OK, I can do that. I need your ID and a urine sample from each of you. Please go into the restroom one at a time, fill the cup you will find in there up to the line marked on it. When you return, give me your ID, then please strip down to and stand against that wall. “May I ask why you want to be converted” I say to them as they return with their urine samples. I test them all, and they come back drug free and not pregnant, which makes them convertible, assuming they don’t have a minor child. The tallest one turns to me to say, “We heard our husbands say that they were going to take us to Hill’s Meat in the morning. We decided that it was better if we converted ourselves before then.”“I see. You do understand that converting yourself may or may not avoid the spit. We do sell to several alternate meat suppliers in town, Hill’s being one of them, and let me tell you up front, that each of you has what is called a ‘meat prime’ body, which means the odds are high that you will not make to the end of the week without being spit roasted. I have to ask, are all of your breasts real? Makes a difference to your grade and possible use”. I didn’t tell them that having fake tits would likely keep them alive longer. They all tell me that they are real, too bad for them. The tall one looks me dead in the face and says, “Even if we do get roasted, at least our husbands don’t get the money or the meat”.“OK, I can do that for you. Let me run your ID’s to make sure none of you have a flag on file with the state.” Frances Richardson, Jane Martin, Jessica Campbell, and Heather Murphy all come back as convertible, with no minor children, however Heather has four daughters just old enough to make her convertible. Last month and she wouldn’t have been. I run them through the machine to get a rating for them, and they all come back as either Real Meat Prime (RMP) or Prime+ (RMP+). Yeah, they aren’t making through the week. In fact, after I registered them as converted, I sent a message to “Real She Meat”, “Slut Steaks”, and just to be mean “Hill’s Fine Meat” that I had 4 RMP/RMP+ ready for pickup. For a seconded option, I sent a message to the Eastlake School district slaving board’s night shift saying we had a group of RMP/RMP+ for sale, figuring that they might take one or two for their butcher or mistress training classes. For some reason, this group of long pigs pissed me off, and I wanted to make sure they ended up as roasts. Not sure what it was about them triggered my bloodlust, but it was definitely triggered. Might have been I was a bit hungry, and they would make good BBQ girl, I got an almost immediate reply from the school slaving board, saying that they were interested in all four of them, and asked if we could put a hold on their sale until morning. I replied that we could do that. While the schools don’t pay quite as well as Hill’s and the other butchers do, the Eastlake school system will often do a 2 for 1 exchange of students that they are converting for adult meat slaves. And to be honest, 8 teen aged slaves will normally do better for us than 4 adult long pigs, depending on the teen’s grade. Normally, Eastlake schools send fairly highly grades of teens.
Daughter for Sale
After the soon-to-be long pigs are taken care of, I have a long period of basic boredom, where I think strongly about going back a getting my rocks of in the mouth of the new long pigs in waiting. Might even tell her that if she is a good enough cocksucker, she might escape the spit. Not going to happen, but it does make for a better, or at least more enthusiastic, blowjob. As I’m just getting ready to head back, the door opens and a man leads in a young woman, nude, but collared and leashed. He comes up to the counter, where is announces, “My name is Allen Clarke and I want to sell my oldest daughter, Megan, off.” I look at Megan. She is a strawberry blonde with small tits and boy like hips. There currently is a strong market for that body style, so I’m interested in her. “OK, can you bring her over to this station and let me see your ID’s, please?” After scanning their ID, the state database returns that Allen does have right of conversion over Megan, and that she is a convertible woman. “OK, can I get a urine sample just to make sure she isn’t pregnant?” I pointed her to the door into the restroom. She goes in and comes out with a sample. I did a “Slave or Not” test kit into the sample, and she came back as drug free and not pregnant. The drug part doesn’t matter, as it’s not a voluntary conversion, but a parental conversion. “OK, Megan, stand here and look at the camera. No, don’t smile, keep your face neutral. <Flash> OK, just a second…” She comes back with a $1000 offer attached and a flag to notify “twink” clients. “Well Mr. Clarke, I can offer you $1000 for her, but I have to tell you that if you take that offer, she will most likely be sold as an anal and oral sex slave to one of the gay bars as a ‘twink’. I can offer seven fifty if you don’t want that to happen to her.”“Why should I care what you do with her after you buy her? Sounds like she is getting what she asked for, I caught her deep throating some random guy, she said she didn’t know his name, just that she met him at a party and he was cute. I’ll take the twink option”. I ask if he wants cash, store credit or a debit card for her. He says that store credit will be fine. I convert her and enter his data into the store records and tell him that he can use the store’s website or come in to make his selection at his leisure.
Dancers Soon To Be Slaves
Soon after Mr. Clarke left, 5 tall thin sluts that had to be topless dancers, based on their identical dancer costumes, came in. Based on my visual grade, they are all grade A, maybe A-, their tits aren’t big enough for a full A rating, but it’s hard to say sometimes with the A grades, that’s why we have the rater. “What can I do for you ladies?” One of the brunettes speaks up, “Well, we would like to volunteer to be converted.” “Sure, I can do that, may I ask why?” “We work at Toppers, and we’ve heard that management is planing on invoking our conversion clause and selling us to Club Tartarus, and we’d rather not go to a club that has the motto ‘They Dance and Die.’ None of us has the three thousand to buy out our contract.” “OK, give me a urine sample so I can tell if you are pregnant or on drugs right now” Their samples all came back drug free, which surprised me, knowing what I know about free topless dancers and their recreational habits. I decided against telling them that Spellbook Slaves is a minority owner in Club Tartarus and there is a good chance they are going to end up there anyway. That’s really not my problem, that’s a day shift thing. I scan their ID into the system, find them to be convertible and convert them.
Grade A Prime Snuff Bait
A little after the dancers were processed, a man and a fully nude woman came into the shop. I could tell just by looking at her that she was A prime, without needing to scan her. “What can I do for you, sir?” “I’d like to convert this slut and then have her snuffed while I get my cock sucked. Can you do that?” “As it happens, yes we can. However, I do need to point out to you that she has a very high wholesale value, we are talking twenty-twenty five hundred”. He looks at her, “No, I’d rather see her snuffed. I told my wife that I would.” “Well, if your wife is the problem, why don’t you sell her to us, then we can make a good offer for her” “Her name is Kim Collier, she is, or was, my secretary” “OK for Kim.” “Nah, I’m tired of her any way. And if I can’t have her, nobody gets her, I’m greedy like that.” “OK, can I see some proof that you have the right to convert her?” “Cumming on her face counts, right? I mean, she didn’t have to suck me off first before the facial?” “Yes, a facial counts, it doesn’t matter how she got the facial, just that she did.” He hands me his phone. He has a folder with several dozens of photos of her on her knees with cum on her face and his cock in his hand, cum spurting from it. “Yeah, I jacked off on her slutty face every day for a month, sometimes a couple of times of a day. Had my intern take the photos. That’s OK, isn’t it?” “Yeah, public sex was made a convertible option in July last year, as long as the sex act itself is one on one, still no group sex. You met the criteria for being a person of personal contact, if I can get a pee sample from her to make sure she’s not pregnant, and some ID for the both of you, we can convert her. Are you sure you want to snuff her? I’ll offer twenty-five hundred for her, that that’s without considering any skills she may have”. “Nope. Like I said, I’m tired of her, and I don’t want anybody else to have her.” I check her piss sample. She’s not pregnant, but she’s higher than a kite on opiates, which explains her passivity, she may not even know what’s about to happen to her. I’m surprised she can even walk. I scan her card into the system and convert her. “OK, well, the charge for a snuff show with a blow job is $700. There is a $200 additional fee if you want her tortured for about an hour before she is snuffed. The fee for sex apart from a single blow job from one girl is $500, $750 for anal or in bondage”. He pulls out a money clip and counts out 7 hundred dollar bills. “Don’t need to do any torture, just a slow hang, and all I want is one blow job.”
Faith, a Torture Chamber Goth
“Let me call up Faith, our main torture and snuff specialist, who will take you and your slave back to the torture chamber. She or her assistant will suck your cock while the other specialist hangs your new slave. I suggest you have her assistant do the cocksucking, she has a slightly higher rating at it than Faith, but that choice is up to you” I call Faith up, who then leads them both back to the torture chamber. After a few minutes, I heard the clack of the trap door opening. And that was it, one A prime slave wasted. About 15 minutes later, he comes up and says “That was great. Is it OK if I tipped the girls? If not, you need to get a Benjamin back from each of them. I think I’ll do my accountant next, then my current intern, before the end of the semester when she leaves. They aren’t quite as hot as Kim was, but they will do anyway. Might bring the wife along so she can see that I’m snuffing them, not selling them. Or I might do a double header and snuff her as well. I got to think about that. Sort of getting tired of her, and like I said, if I can’t have them, nobody get them.”
Thereafter, it really got slow. Around 4:00AM, Thomas, the morning shift supervisor comes in, “Have a good night?” he asks, “Well, we got one old slave, who is just about useless apart from being a worker slave, 4 long pig volunteers that the school board wants to buy or trade for, a twink, and five dancers that hope to avoid Club Tartarus. Didn’t tell them about the relationship we have with that club. Had one dude that wanted to snuff his A prime sectary and I couldn’t talk him out of it. I believe he will be a repeat customer, however. He mentioned snuffing 2 employees and maybe his wife. Sold one as a trainer slave to a new Mistress, so not that bad of a night, all things considered. Slower than snot after 2:30, however.”
