“Are they already converted or do we need to process them as free women?”
“What the difference?”
<to self> It’s been 22 years since the White Slave Act was passed. Why don’t people know the differences?
“Well, if they are slaves already there are several things that I don’t have to do to buy them. If they are free women, you will need to be either their spouse, parent, step parent or legal guardian. Or you need to be a person of personal contact with them, which generally means 3 or more private sex acts with them in the last 30 days. You will need proof of the acts, with time stamps of some sort or another.”
“Well, I’ve been keeping them as sex slaves for over a year, does that count?”
“Sorry, no. You need to qualify in one of the ways given. I’ve got a FAQ that I can send you if you want more information. Give me your email address and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Well, OK then. Its Ivan dot Pittman at example dot com”
Several hours pass.
<ring> “Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you?”
“Hi, it’s Ivan Pittman, I talked to you a a couple of hours ago about selling my sex slaves. I’ve got the proof you need that I have the right to sell them. How do you want to get it.”
“Just reply to the email I sent you. I’ll look it over, then if every thing is OK, we can proceed.”
“OK Sent”
Normally I get bad porn videos of this, but instead I get 9 photos of who I assume to be Ivan and his three ‘sex slave’. I’ve got to ask how he got the photos with out some one else being in the room
“Ivan, how did you get those photos? Because if there was a 3rd person taking the photos, that counts as public act and that doesn’t count.”
“Oh, I braced my phone on a selfie stick and had it take photos every 15 seconds, I then selected the 3 that looked best.”
“That will do then. Assuming none of them are pregnant we are good to go. Do you want have us pick them up or are you going to deliver them?”
“Pick up will be fine. How much can I get for them?”
“Assuming you haven’t had them slave graded for appearance, sex skills or have proof of other skills, they look like about 300 bucks each. Tell you what I’ll take all thee for a grand total.”
“Sounds good to me, come and get them!”
“I’ll send someone out.”
Slaves For Sale
<ding ding [private mobile phone] >
“Yo! What’s up?”
“You aren’t going to believe this, he had stenciled ‘For Sale’ on each of their asses. He told me that he was planning on taking them out to the mall and selling them in the parking lot. I told him that you can do that with puppies but not slaves. Hey, don’t we have a standing request for tall redheads? One of them is that.”
“ Yeah, we do. With Fred, for ‘Hanging Toys’. Ask him if he cares if one of them is snuffed in the next week or so”
“He wants to know what ‘snuffed’ means. I told him that it means having her killed, most likely in a sexual way. He seemed OK with that.”
“OK, I’ll call Fred up and tell him that we have hanging toy for him. It’s been a couple of weeks, I’m sure he will want one.”
I hate the night shift at Spellbook Slaves. Well, that’s not quite true, I really don’t hate working at Spellbook, just the night shift is my least favorite shift to work. Take last night, as an example.
I got in, just in time, at 11:00 PM (23:00 for you people that use the 24 hour clock). The evening shift dude tossed me the keys and grunted something about “have a great night”.
Just as he left, a nice looking couple came in. She was wearing what had to be mistress garb and he was in a dress coat and slacks. Not what I normally get. I made a mental bet that she was going to take the lead in this interchange.
“May I help you?”
She replied “Yes, we are looking for a blonde, with medium breasts and high scores in oral skills and at least average on anal. Right dear?”
He looked at her, “What ever you say, ‘Mistress Theresa’.” I could here the quote marks around “Mistress Theresa”. And I won the bet with myself. Not sure if that counts as a win, because I also lost the bet.
1st sale of the night.
The man turned to me “Theresa just finished her Mistress class and we thought we would get a new slave to celebrate.”
I typed in the criteria that they had given me and directed them to the screen where the 4 that meet 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 5789-19. She had a date of conversion of only a few days ago. Day shift must due a lot more than night shift if we have had almost 6000 slaves this year. Of course there were several large lots that added a couple of hundred at a time. That still a slave intake of just over 17 and a half 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 of 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. “Looks like Mr. Reid has quite a history of converting ‘girlfriends’ as see she was number 7 in the past 2 years. Any rate, Michelle was tested a couple of months before she was converted, no reason given, and scored high in oral, both male and female and slightly above average in anal. She also has a certificate of training 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. What ever. Let me go get her from the pens.” I triggered the “Will be back soon” sign on the door and locked it, for the out side. Don’t want people coming in with no staff at the counter. Not sure why we do this, but it’s in The Book that if the counter is empty, no new people are allowed into the building. After finding slave 5789’s cell, I woke her “Rise and shine, need to be ready for sale, a nice couple has selected you. After a few seconds she as up off 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 house keeper or what?” I looked down at her “Yes, but only after they selected you from the 4 that met their criteria of ‘blonde, medium breasts and high oral and anal skills’. Looks like they are buying a suck and ass-fuck toy, but you never know, come on, lets not keep them waiting. Just so you will know, she is a Mistress, so make sure you act correctly for her.”
I brought her up front to the waiting customers, unlocking the door and turning off the “back soon light”. Theresa looked at her some what 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 $950, with tax. I’ve charged your card for that amount, thank you for choosing Spellbook Slaves for you slave needs. Do you need a collar and leash for her? ” Theresa pulled 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 her apparent on age was his wife or mistress, not a daughter.
“I’d like to sell you my wife”
“Wilfred, can’t you just get a 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. State database showed them to be married and with out any children young enough to trigger the maternity clause. “Thank you sir. Does she have any certifications of worth?” Mr. Moss looked at me. “I don’t understand your question.” “A certificate of worth is a certificate that shows she has some skills, for example from a cooking school or other trade school recognized by the state. “I she has a fine art’s degree, does that count?” “Depends on the degree, what was her specialty? Graphic artists are in demand right now, and of course dancers 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 will 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 early 40’s. “Wilfred, don’t due this”. I looked up from the station. “You be silent or I will gag you. A person with right of conversion has requested your conversion and there is no obvious reason to refuse the conversion. This is your first 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 $350. I looked over to Mr. Moss. I can offer $350 for her. Unless you have any worth 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. “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 5802-19. 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 $350 or cash for his now ex-wife. “Cash will do nicely” he said.
I checked the clock. It’s just after midnight, 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, lets go to the slaver” crowd, which is always fun to deal with. I decide to take slave 5802 back to her cell. I trigger the sign and door and take 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 on thing in common with each other. Huge freaking tits and sort of thick bodies. They type that looks best with a spit in her cunt and coming out her mouth.
5 soon to be long pigs
“Welcome to Spellbook Slaves,how may I help you ladies”
The tallest one, a blonde, says “We want to be turned into slaves before our husbands get home”
It’s going to be one of those nights. “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 please strip down to and stand against that wall. Also I have to ask, are all of your breasts real? Makes a difference on your grade. They all tell me that they are real. “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 redhead turns to me to say “We heard them 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 with out being spit roasted.” The shorter blonde 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”. Yeah, one of those nights. “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, Heather Murphy and Annie Bennett all come back as convertible, with no minor children. 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, I send an message to “Real She Meat”, “Slut Steaks” and, just too be mean “Hill’s Fine Meat” that I had 5 RMP/RMP+ ready for pickup. As a seconded line I sent a message to the Eastlake School district saying we had a group of RMP/RMP+ for sale, figuring that they might take one or two for the butcher classes they were starting up. For some reason this group of pigs pissed me off and I wanted to make sure they ended up as roasts. Not sure what it was about them that triggered my blood lust, but it was definitely triggered. I got an almost immediate reply from the school, saying that they were interested in all 5 of them and asked if we could put a hold on their sale until morning. I replied that we could do that. I send a “meat on hold” message to the alternate meat providers that I had messages before I messages the school. While the school doesn’t pay quite as well as Hill’s and company does, they often will do a 2 for 1 exchange of students that they are converting for meat slaves. And to be honest, 10 teen aged slaves will normally do better for us than 5 long pigs.
Daughter for Sale
After the 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 slaves/long pigs in waiting. Might even tell her that if she is a good enough cock sucker she might escape the spit. Not going to happen, but it does make for a better, or at least more enthusiastic, blow job. As I’m just getting ready to head back, the door opens and 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 daughter, Megan, off.” I look at Megan. She 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 the this station and let me see your ID’s please. After scanning their ID the system 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 point 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 comes back as clean and not pregnant. The clean part doesn’t matter as it’s not a voluntary conversion, but 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 $600 offer attached and a flag to notify for “Male Analog” clients. “Well Mr, Clarke, I can offer you $600 for her, but I have to tell you that if you take that offer, she is going to be sold as an anal and oral sex slave to one of the gay bars as a ‘Male Analog'”. “Why should I care what you do with her. Sounds like she is getting what she asked for”. I ask if he wants cash, store credit or a debit card for her. He says that store credit will be fine. I enter his data into the store records and tell him that he can use the store’s web site or come in to make his selection at his leisure.
After that, it really got slow. Around 6:30, Mike the owner comes in, “Have a good night?” he asks “Well, we got one older slave, 5 long pig volunteers that the school board wants to buy or trade for and a male analog. Sold one as a trainer slave to a new Mistress, so not that bad of a night all things considered. Slower than snot after 3:30 however.”
“Hello and thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves. How can I help you today”
“I’ve got my wife in some light duct tape bondage right now, but she’s going to be able to get free soon, I’d like to sell her to you ASAP.”
“We can do that, please give me your address and I’ll send some one to get her.”
“Why thank you”.
“I’m going to send John to do the pick up. Do you want cash or a loaded debit card for her?” Based on your photo she looks to be worth about $1500″
“A debit card will be fine. How long will it be?”
“I’m sending him now, can I get the address?”
“3845 S Lewis”
“John! Got a possible problem pick up for you. Please go to 3845 S Lewis and take the wife. Once you have her, let me know and I’ll transfer funds to the card.”
Walk in Business
“Hello, can I turn my self in here?”
“Well that depends on what you are wanting to turn your self in for.”
“I’ve heard that if you are a slave you can’t be charged with a crime that you did before you were a slave”
“That depends on the crime, but in general yeah. Care to tell me what you did? I can tell you being converted will help or not that way.”
“I stole some money from my work. Not a lot, just a couple of thousand, but they are doing an audit next week and they might find out that I did it. The last time they found some one stealing from them they called the cops, had her arrested, bought her when the courts converted her and spit roasted her for a company picnic. I don’t want that to happen to me”
“Was it stocks or bonds you stole? Makes a difference because securities are covered by the feds and they don’t care about your status.”
“No, just money…”
“That’s a state matter then and grand theft is one of the things covered by “Slaves can’t be tried for their actions as a free women” clause.
“Well then I’d like to become a slave…”
Girl Friend to convert
Ding!
“I’d like to sell you my girlfriend…”
This kid didn’t look old enough to have a girl friend, much less one that was old enough to convert. “Can I see some ID, and proof that you are a person of personal contact with your ‘Girl Friend'”. He digs out his wallet and shows me his learner’s permit. He’s legal alright.
“I’ve got a bunch of photos of Amber giving me head on my phone, will that do?”
“Assuming 3 in the last 30 days, yes that will do.” He brings out his phone and shows me a dozen or so shots of her giving head. Of the dozen at least 3 show both her face and his, enough to indicate he was a PPC with the girl. “Yeah, that will, do, assuming no other issues with her.”
“OK great, I’ll bring her by this after noon.”
<Later that day>
“This is the place that Coach Watson wanted me to check out. Come in with me, ‘this will only take a second”
“This is a slave place, why would the coach send you here?”
“They sell stuff I might need”
“Like what?”
“Just come in with me”
“Oh, Fine.”
The walk up to the desk. She looks to be of age, but I’ll check that later.
“This is Amber, I talked about her with you earlier today”
“Yes, I recognize her from your photos. Still want to sell her?”
“Sell me! You can’t do that we are too young.”
“Well, let’s see about that. Let me see your ID miss”
Amber hands over her license. She’s legal, if just barely. I set her license down “Well, in some states you might be too young, but here in Oklahoma, you are legal for conversions”
“Meric you said you loved me, why are you doing this?”
“Coach Watson wants us to convert our girl friends so as to make us ‘Real Men’. All the team will be doing it before the first game. The coach says he has some thing special in mind if we win that game, but we have to convert our girl friends first.”
“And you do what ever that pig of a coach tells you to do?”
“Pretty much.”
“Don’t do this, I’ll blow you every day, just don’t do this because your coach tells you to. Please, I’m begging you, I thought you loved me…”
“Well, every morning before school?”
I could tell that Meric was starting to give in. Need to push him towards converting her. “Sir, if I might speak with you in private…” I lean forward to speak to the boy and as I do so I trigger the door lock. She’s not running out of here until we resolve this. “I’ve heard through the grapevine that the Eastlake school system is making some sweeping changes to their student conversion policy, to take effect on the 22nd. Do you know what status Amber’s parents have given her? Or will give her? It would be a shame for you to not convert her like your coach wants and she gets converted because of a school policy. Not to mention the cash you would get if you converted her today”
What I didn’t tell him was that I already had a buyer in mind for Amber, Coach Watson had called in earlier today about his players might be bringing in their girl friends “And fuck toys”, to use his term. I was expecting older, but what ever. What I’m not telling Meric is how much Amber is worth, so I can let him “haggle” me up to a higher price.
“Please Meric, don’t do this. I’ve got more to offer to you than Coach Watson does”
I look at Meric “You think she’s going to get you in to college? Most of Coach Watson players get some sort of scholarship. Just saying.”
Meric looks at Amber, then back to me “How much is she worth to you”
I look at her. She’s worth 2 grand easy. “How does $600 sound to you?”\
“Fifteen hundred”
MERIC YOU CANT DO THIS. I LOVE YOU! YOU CAN’T JUST SELL ME OFF!!
“Miss I’m warning you another such out burst and I will be forced to take action against you. A qualified person of personal contact has requested your conversion and is in negotiations for your conversion. By law I am now allowed to apply what ever level of non lethal force I need. Now Be Silent.”
I turn back to Meric. “How does nine hundred work for you?”
“Twelve Hundred”
“How about we say a grand even. Cash money”
“Deal” “Deal”
As we conclude the negotiations Amber turns and starts to run towards the door, not knowing that it was locked. I pull out my taser and fire it at her. She goes down like a ton of bricks. I push the button a couple more times, she twitches but is out for the count. “Would you mind putting her in the holding cage while I get your money sir?”
A rental work slave
Ring Ring
“Hello, this is Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you today?”
“This is Connie Norris with Norris’s House Painting and I need to rent a slave or two for a big rush job I’ve got. You got any that might be able to use a roller on a stick?”
We don’t get many calls for renting slaves, but it is something we do. “Yeah, I’ve got a few that might work for you. Rental rates are one hundred per day, but if she is not in the same or better condition when you return her, or you keep her for more than two weeks your card will be charged the full amount for the slave.
“That sounds like a deal. I’ll be by to pick her up in a few hours.”
“That’s fine, we are open 24 hours and the time you pick her up is the time she needs to be returned by, for day count reasons.”
Mr. Kelly is there any thing I can do to raise my grades?
Why, yes Jasmine, there are 3 things you can do. Come by my office tomorrow and we will start talking about them.
Yes Mr. Kelly.
<The next day>
Mr. Kelly, you said there are 3 things I could do, tell me…
Well, Jasmine, you can get fucked in the ass, fucked in the cunt or you can give a blow job. With your grades I recommend you do all three.
But…
Or you can fail a core class. Your call.
Well, OK, but be gentle with me, I’m close to a virgin.
<Teacher’s Lounge>
Mike! How are you doing? I’ve got a conversion I need you to process.
Oh?
Yeah, silly cunt decided that she would fuck for grades, so I took pictures over the course of the week of fucking and sucking. Got one in each hole, does that count?
Yes, it does. Let me see your proof shots. Who’s the `lucky` girl?
Jasmine Edwards.
Wait. That name rings a bell . Oh. I see, yeah she’s signed up for Mistress Training. Too bad she didn’t get to take it.
Converted
Jasmine Edwards? May I have a word with you?
Yes Mr. West! Is this about my being Mistress in Training?
Well, No. It’s about you fucking and sucking Mr. Anderson where he could record it. He has asked me to have you converted under the Person of Personal Contact clause of the WSA2000.
What! No, I did that for grades, not for, you know fun. Doesn’t my grades count as a item of value?
“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?
Nope.
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?
Right.
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.
Q: What are the age limits on converting a daughter or step daughter?
A: In most states 16 to 24.
Q: I want to convert my wife’s sister, how do I do this.
A: Under normal circumstances, you can’t unless you meet the Person of Personal Contact (PPC) requirements.
Q: And what are the PPC requirements?
A: Have private consensual sex three times in the last 30 days and be able to prove it.
Q: What is the definition of sex in this context.
A: Any penetration with a penis or strap on device in any of the mouth, anus or vagina.
Q: So masturbation doesn’t count but a blow job does.
A: Correct.
Q: How far apart must the sex acts be in time?
A: At least 5 minutes, unless the orifice changes, then it does’t matter.
Q: If I have oral sex, anal sex and vaginal sex all in the same event that counts as all three sex acts needed?
A: Yes, it does.
Q: I had sex as part of a threesome (or other group sex) does this count?
A: No, multiple partners counts as a performance act and does not qualify you for PPC status.
Q: What if one or more of the partners are already slaves?
A: Still counts as multi partners and therefor a performance act.
Q: What if I have sex with a prostitute?
A: If a value of more than $25.00 changes hands it does not count as an act that leads to PPC status.
Q: Back to converting my wife’s family. I’ve read that high dowries can lead to this. Can you explain this?
A: The short version is it’s a contract violation if they don’t produce the dowries specified in the marriage agreement. Normally this exposes only the mother of the bride and any sisters of the bride, but could expose cousins depending on living arrangements.
Q: What can a dowries be?
A: Anything of value.
Q: So, 2 goats and a sheep could be the dowries?
A: Yes, but unlikely.
Q: Can you explain school conversions?
A: Schools can issue a contract that a student at the school must meet select dress codes and behavior patterns. Repeated violations of these can result in a default on the contract and expose the student to conversions. Depending on the contract it may also expose the sisters and mother of the student to conversion as well.
Q: I understand that there are some women that can’t be converted with out a criminal court case against them. Can you tell me what they are?
A: Pregnant women, mothers of male children under 14 and mothers of female children under 12. Women under the state age of consent. Women who hold a federal slavers warrant and women who have passed a Mistress class in the last 10 years can not be converted via PPC or contract defaults.
Q: Can a mother convert a daughter or is it father only?
A: Either parent or step-parent can convert a daughter or step daughter.
Q: What are the limits on a women volunteering to be converted.
A: She must be of sound mind, which means not on any drugs or have a BAC higher than the state DWI level.
Q: What about employees?
A: Of course the PPC rules still apply, but the normal conversion route for employees is contract default. Employment contracts can expose the wife and daughters to conversion in some cases.
Q: I’ve heard that some companies were sued and the plaintiff gained some of the executives or executives wives and daughters as slaves. Is this true?
A: Yes. While less likely than a natural person defaulting on a contract, corporations can default on a contract. This often exposes female executives and the family members of male executives to conversion. Also female executives and the family members of male executives may be sold to pay corporation’s fines if so ordered by the judge over seeing the case.
Q: What are the limits on killing a slave that you own?
A: There is no limit. The snuff tax was removed in 2016.
Q: Who can own a slave?
A: Any male over 12 years of age and any free women over 14 year of age.
Q: What are the requirements for getting Mistress status?
A: Be a free women over 14 years of age, and pass an approved Mistress training. What is approved Mistress training varies from state to state.
Q: If someone passes a Mistress training in one state and moves to another is she still a Mistress?
A: Yes.
Q: Can you explain the “Hunter” class slaver’s warrant?
A: The hunter class warrant is a rare class of warrant that allows some clearly defined status of a free woman to result in a conversion. For example, being fully nude in a public place that doesn’t normally allow nudity. Being in bondage in public can also be a trigger for this. Free women that end up in status that can lead to conversion, through no fault of their own, are exempted from those status.
Q: Can you explain contest conversions?
A: Contest conversions are a type of contract, where if you do not “win” the contest you are in default of the contract and are exposed to a conversion possibility. Contest with less than a 50/50 chance of winning are tightly controlled at both the federal and state level. Contest with less than a 30% chance of winning have to clearly state that signing up for this contest is the same as volunteering for conversion.
Q: What level of force can a slaver apply to secure a non-voluntary conversion.
A: Any level short of lethal. “Stun guns”, “Tazers”, and “bean bag rounds” from shotguns, for example, have been declared as less than lethal.
Q: What happens if a free women is taken by a slaver but it is later found that she is not eligible for conversion?
A: She is freed. She has no legal ground to sue the slaver responsible, but may sue the individual that created the conversion event.
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…
Ding!
“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 GOD IT HURTS
Oh it hasn’t start to hurt yet.
AHHHHH
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.”
BLEEEPH
“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?
ZAPPPPP
“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.
