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.
Is this where you need to go first to have a wife snuffed and some disobedient daughters spiked?
If they aren’t slaves now, yes it is.
Cocksucking wife to hang
OK, well, my wife is one of the daughters of Mr. Cook, the elder, and I’d like to get in on that trust fund action. She and my most disobedient and least favorite twin daughters. Any way, my name is Stanley Owens. My wife, Alicia, is the slut with cum all over her face that just blew that rando over there under that gallows. I told her she could do whatever she wanted today, but I didn’t know they would be offering crazy money to snuff Cook kin. I also didn’t think it would bother me so much if she messed around with other guys. I figured it’s her Dad’s funeral, she should get to have some fun like I have any other time, right? … Well, it turns out I am more jealous than I thought I would be, so she’s getting snuffed after she finishes her tenth blowjob this afternoon. She’s been doing them under that noose, I think she secretly wants to be hung, and now I also want her hung, so she gets hanged. Win-win… probably….
Ok, fill out this form on my tablet for all three and add in “Southern Hill’s Country Club” to the buyer’s field, and we will take care of the rest. I’ll send someone over to capture her, check her blood to see if she’s pregnant, then hang her from that noose. It should be quick and easy, assuming you have $400 for our snuff fee?
Cards swiped through geometrically shaped payment devices and hands shook.
Ian! Go check and hang the woman under the number 3 noose.
On it boss.
Mrs. Owen? I need to get a blood draw from you, then I can hang you.
Do you want a blow job first?
Well, yes, but I really don’t have the time right now.
The blood test is run and Alicia isn't pregnant. She stands up, puts her head in the noose and tells Ian that she's ready. With that, Ian pulls the lever and the trap door opens. She dangles without trying to reach the knot, but her legs and hips flutter almost… or perhaps orgasmically. After several minutes, her body relaxes and she hangs still.
Mr. Owen, she’s dead now. Do you want to hang your daughters?
No, I think I’ll have them spiked.
OK, point them out to us, then Vicky will get the spiked.
Well, they are those two over by the wall.
Twins teens to spike
Are you sure you want to spike them? They look like A+, We can pay a good price for them.
Will you match the share and a half of the trust fund more that I would get if I have them snuffed today vs. just converting them?
Well, probably not. That depends on what the pay-out per share works out to be, but I suspect it will be out of our price range.
Then spike their ungrateful, disobedient asses. I just wanted a dual blow job, I didn’t even want to fuck them. To hear them go on, you would think I was making them into my personal sex slaves. The triplets did a three-way lick and suck, without even saying a word. Started as soon as I told them I wanted to play with them, they even acted like they enjoyed it. I think they actually might have! They’ve always been really affectionate. My cock got licked and sucked by three teens, and that’s why they’re my little angels, and not future lawn ornaments. Ana and Kate, on the other hand, have been nothing but walking corpses to me for about a year. It’s just been a matter of finding a good opportunity to make them stop walking, if you know what I mean. And this seems like the perfect one. I MEAN! CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY TURNED ME DOWN?!? SUCKING SHLONG… oops sorry, I got exited, giving BJs is in their blood! just look at their mom, I mean before you hung her, she was sucking everybody who came close to her, she even offered to blow the man that was going to kill her.
You know you can face fuck them once they are on the spike.
I think I might just do that. I brought some buds along today. I think once you snuff their asses, I’ll see if anyone wants to run a train on them until their brains realize they’re dead. OH! sorry, should have mentioned they aren’t going to expect being killed today, so you might have a bit of an issue with them.
OK, Evan, you and Vicky go get them. Sounds like you will need to Taser them first.
I hope they run… I haven’t gotten to chase anyone! Everyone has been so cooperative… I need to release the beast!
Are you the Owen twins?
On hearing that question, and seeing the Spellbook slavers, both of the girls turned and started running, rapidly getting out of the 45-foot range of the Tasers. Evan runs after one of them and brutally tackles her, the other one trips on a tree root and Vicky tasers the shit out of her as she lies on the ground.
Evan, what the fuck! You totally manifested that shit, dummy!
Yeah, you may be right. Get Mistress Greene and spike their asses. Make it as painful as you can, Vick.
Are you Ana or Kate?
Ana
You’re going on a spike. Usually, I wouldn’t tell you until we get closer, but I want you to dread it longer since you made me chase after you. Don’t even think about running now, I’ll taser your ass so fast it will your head spin. Just so you know, normally, when a father sells a daughter who looks like you, they end up having a fairly comfortable life as a sex slave. You should have blown your dad, and not made him mad. And you shouldn’t have run and made me mad. I think I can spike you up the ass without hitting your spine. I think that up the ass hurts more than in the cunt.
Vicky yanks the first of the Owen twin girls, Ana, ripping her bikini top off up and starts frog marching her to the arc of spikes. Ana starts to yank away, but Vicky puts the Taser in “Drive Stun” mode on to Ana's left breast and hits the button. “Drive Stun” mode just causes pain, doesn't do the neuromuscular incapacitation that happens when the darts are fired. Ana jerks and yelps from the pain.
Do that again and your other perfect grade A tit gets it. Actually, I think I’ll do it anyway.
The Taser is applied to Ana's right breast and a jolt is applied. Ana yelps, but doesn't try to pull away.
That’s better, now come with me. We are going to have so much fun, you and me. Well, I’ll have fun, you aren’t going to like it.
Vicky and Ana arrive at the next spike in the arc. Vicky notes that the teen on the next spike counterclockwise from Ana's spike is quietly moaning and starting to lean over.
You just wait, I’ll get to you in a minute.
Vicky aligns Ana's anus over the spike and triggers it. This time it misses the teen's spine, and Ana lets out a howl of pain as Vicky pushes her farther down the spike, placing her crouched, so her knees are touching her tits.
Music to my ears. You’re going to get some wicked leg cramps… why would you sit like that silly?, oh… it was my fault wasn’t it… sorry about that.
After making sure that Ana was not going anywhere and that her legs were bent about 45 degrees and that she was bleeding out her anus, Vicky went to the moaning teen. Vicky pulled her upright, then pushed her a bit farther down on the spike.
There, can’t have you failing over before it’s time for you to die, can we?
The girl screamed weekly as Vicky finished positioning her, and then started silently crying again as she looked at Vicky with the last dying embers of hope.
Wow, you’re a pretty crier. That’s so lucky.
Vicky waved good by to the crying girl and went to watch Mistress Greene work on Kate. Kate didn't put up much resistant in Mr. Greene's hands as she was stunned from Evan's brutal tackle, and was spiked with little fuss.
Did that girl piss you off, Victoria?
Yes, first she ran from Evan and me, would have gotten away, maybe, if she didn’t trip on a tree root. Then she started to try to yank herself free. Actually, you know, I think I’ll zap her again, just because she needs it.
The Taser is pressed into Ana's navel. Vicky holds the button down for at least 30 seconds. Ana, arches her back as much as she can and screams in pain, whimpering as Vicky stops
I’ll be back later for another dose for you, Ana.
Mistress Greene arches an eyebrow at Vicky.
And what did that other girl do?
Well, she was moaning, and I liked the sound of it, but mostly I thought I was just following your lead… We are supposed to keep the lawn girls alive as… or keep them dying I guess, as long as possible, right? I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to fall and over poke the spike through her back and die early.
Oh, good catch. If you weren’t a slave, I would say you had a future in this. You are, though, so, hopefully, your future is exactly as long as your master wants. Now run along back to your owner, Mr. West, alright?
Vicky Looks at Mistress Greene for a few seconds, not sure what to make of what the mistress had said, but when Mistress Greene arched her eyebrow at Vicky, Vicky ran off back to the slaver's informal position/office as quickly as she could.
Problem Daughter
Let me pick you up and give you a piggyback ride for a while, like I used to do when you were little.
OK, daddy, that sounds like fun.
Hey, let’s go look at the bad girls.
OK. I’m not a bad girl, am I daddy?
Of course not, you’re my favorite daughter. Don’t tell the others that, they might get jealous.
Ok, it will be our little secret…
Meanwhile, at Spellbook Slave’s Position
Mr. West, I’m Devin Serrano and I saw your man use the garrote on his wife, and I’d like that for my wife, Elena Serrano, today. She’s one of Mr. Cook’s younger daughters. She knows she will be converted or maybe snuffed today, and she seems to be resigned to it, so there shouldn’t be that much of a problem getting her in the chair. She is the bottle blonde over there in the striped pants and white tee shirt. Do her as slowly as possible. I’ve got this slut that has agreed to both blow me as Elena gets snuffed, and she also volunteered to be my house slave, if I promise not to snuff her. And I keep my promises, even to wives and sluts, if that’s not repetitious.
Ian, go get Mrs. Serrano, do a blood test, then do her.
Yes, boss.
Mrs. Serrano? Do I need to taser you, or will you come with me?
Yes, I’ll come with you. I assume you have come to take me to be snuffed. I knew I should have stayed home, or left after they made that announcement about snuffing Dad’s daughters. So Devin got some balls at last. He was talking about selling or snuffing me for the last year, and to be honest, I’m glad the wait is over. How are you going to do it?
Garroting.
At least that will be fairly fast and painless.
Oh, no, he requested that we do it as slowly as possible. Now let me get a blood draw from you, to see whether you’re pregnant or not. If you are, well, you’re free to go.
Oh, looks like you aren’t. Come with me, please.
Slut that sucks
OK. Mr. Serrano, we got your wife in the chair, is that your sucking slut?
Yes, she is.
Do you want to convert her before or after you snuff your wife?
Does it make a difference in price?
No, not really. It’s a two fifty tax and a fifty dollar processing fee. You can save the tax if you can manage to get PPC status on her. In this case, have her suck you to get you hard, fuck her, then cum on her face while we watch. It that case, it’s only our fee. Because she volunteered, we have to technically sell her back to you, which triggers the tax. Normally, we would charge more for our fee, but we’re lowering that today for this service. If this was done at the shop it would be about a fifteen hundred, plus tax, so doing it here is a good idea. Another option is that if you wait until your wife is dead, you can get a marriage license and convert her for just the fee as well. There is a county clerk worker on site for that very reason.
Well, then I’ll wait to see if she’s any good before I make my final decision about her. No sense in spending good money on a slut that can’t suck. There are a lot to choose from here today, so I’ll make sure she’s at least adequate at cocksucking. And I’m not going to fuck her, I did promise my wife that I won’t fuck anyone or get married for at least a year after I snuff her. Didn’t say anything about getting blowjobs from my house slave, though.
Mrs. Serrano
Mrs. Serrano is strapped to the chair and Ian starts to tighten the strap. Devin’s slut starts to blow him. Ian slowly increases the tension on the strap. The slut sucking Devin starts to deep throat Devin. Devin holds her head down until she starts to panic, and her face starts to turn red.
I got to warn you Devin, that if you snuff her before she volunteers, it is manslaughter in Oklahoma and there are plenty of witnesses, at least one of which will be a do-gooder and will report you. Is snuffing her really worth a year in jail or a fairly major fine?
With that, Devin lets her up to breathe for a moment, then starts face fucking the unnamed soon to be house slave. Ian tightens the strap a little more. Devon's wife's once porcelain face began to turn purple and splotchy, her lips sputtering, drool running down the corners of her mouth. Her eyelids spasmed, her left one closing haphazardly and the right one peeled open. If it weren’t for her guttural sounds and her hand instinctually clasping, one may have thought she was enjoying this. Ian was definitely enjoying this; with another rabid pull of the rope, he sealed the housewife's throat. Her head bucked, and her body went taut.
She doesn’t have much longer.
That’s OK, I don’t either. Finish her off as I cum!
A few moments later, Devin pulls back, and you can see the cum leaking from around his cock as he cums in his girl's mouth. Ian has tightened the strap all the way down at this point.
The former wife tried to reach for the garrote, but was no longer able to control herself and began to thrash about in full panic. After about a minute like that, her struggles weakened and another minute later her body broke down into a long series of jerking movements and weak attempts to find a comfortable position. after another minute like that, she stops moving for a moment or two. Ian almost released her, but Mr. West stopped him. After another few moments, Mrs. Serrano's butt rises from the chair as she arches her back and every muscle in her body tenses in a hyper tight full-body cramp. After about thirty seconds like that, her body thuds hard back into the chair and her bladder empties.
O.k. Ian, she is gone, just hold her there for another minute or to be sure and then put her body with the other meat…
That’s good. Once we know she has snuffed it, let’s do the paperwork on this little cocksucking slut. She’s good enough to keep, at least for a little while.
The May stepdaughters. Spike bait.
Mr. West!
Yes, Mr. May, is it? What can I do for you?
The whore, Lexi my ex, is now over a fire pit, turning nicely brown, so it’s time that I put her bastard daughters on spikes.
OK, we can do that. Point them out to me.
They’re that bunch of topless sluts over in the shallow end of the pool, playing splash games. Figures they wouldn’t have the guts to go full nude, even when most of the sluts in the pool are. Worthless bits of trash. Should have sold them off long ago. If you get rough with them, be careful with the tall blonde, Lila. She needs to be able to be face fucked while she’s on a spike. I think I’ll tell her that I’ll save her if she gives a good enough blowjob. That might make her try harder as she bleeds out from her cunt being pierced by a steel spike.
During a capture, we don’t usually get rough, that’s why we have Tasers. The only time we get close to physical is when they run, and we miss with the first shot. So, are they going to expect us or not?
Well, I don’t think so. They don’t even know that their whore mother is a spit roast yet, they’ve been in the pool most of the day. Ungrateful sluts didn’t even get out to attend their grandfather’s eulogy, and I know they had been intimate, with him and in pairs and groups, I’ve seen the videos. That was when I decided to use their slut mouths the way they should be used. I mean, if they can blow their granddad, they can blow me. Should have started that earlier, but I was still in love with their bitch slut of a mother and I would rather not upset her back then. That was before I found out she was fucking her boss behind my back. After I found out, WELL… the whore is being roasted and her cunt bastard daughters are about to get spikes up their cunts. I’m sure that Emmett would agree that these sluts and their mother are snuff bait and should be snuffed anyway.
OK, Ian, Evan, Vicky, go get them. Just Taser them as fast as possible. Then zip tie them. Vicky, do the blood draws and tests, then start spiking them with Mistress Greene. There are seven of them and I only have 3 people to get them. They will be stunned, longed enough to spike the 1st three and get the next three under control. Do you have a preference to the last one? She might need to be tasered again.
Oh, Wendy, I guess. She is the shorter blonde. Dumb as a post. Only so-so at deep throat. Does good tongue work, though. Not good enough to keep her, I mean I’m not even keeping Lila, and she’s better than most porn stars. Wendy is another one of the gang bang babies. I swear, Lexi just loved being gang banged. I’m surprised that all she had was seven brats. And all singles, not a twin or triplets in the set. But she got pregnant damn near any time she got fucked, which is why she had 7 brats in a little less than 6 years. And why she’s given me 6 in 5 years. Pumped one out every 10 months, regular as clockwork. And she started early, she got knocked up damn near as soon as she was legal. And she never even thought about safe sex or any form of birth control, raw dog all the way.
Hey, are you all the May girls? Can we get a picture of you up against the wall here? Your stepdad asked for it.
Sure…
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Well, that went down pretty easy. Of course, we will not be able to use that trick again, at least not near the pool. I suspect that it’s going to get harder and harder to capture girls as the day goes on, and the little sluts start to figure out who we are. Make sure you have plenty of reload cartridges for your Taser. Vicky, do the blood work and start spiking any that are green. Ian, come with me, we are going back to help Mike. He gets cranky when he doesn’t have enough helpers handy.
Mistress Greens, Vicky and Mr. May go to the pile of girls.
OK, Mr. May, do you want to watch us spike your stepdaughters?
Call me Spencer, and no, I’m not just watching, I want to help snuff the little cocksucking sluts.
OK, grab one and follow us.
Daddy! What’s going on?
Don’t “Daddy” me.
But what’s going on?
Well, I’m going to drive a steel spike up your well-used cunt. I know about the “club” you sneak off to Ally, with that fake I.D. of yours. Then one you’re properly seated on your new mount, you’ll bleed out over an hour and a half or so. Once you are through being used as a decoration for the party, you’ll be fed to wolves at the zoo.
Daddy, you can’t really want that for me? For all of us?
I’m SO happy about it, actually! At least you’ll be doing something useful for a change, even if you have to die to do it. First bit of good you’ll do for the world.
The May girl starts to thrash around and tries to escape. Spencer knocks her out with a blow to the jaw.
Damn, now I’ve got to drag her to the spike, and she’ll most likely not even notice when it goes up her cunt.
Yah, that’s why I try to keep them awake. Some of them are docile, like this one. Which, thank you, sweetie.
Does that mean I’m a good girl?
You’re a very good girl. I’m still going to kill you nice and slow and painful, though. It’s better that way. I’ll put the spike up your pussy.
I don’t really want a spike up my pussy. If I’m a good girl, shouldn’t I be rewarded?
You are getting a reward dear, it’s not going up your ass, that’s a little better. Besides, sometimes the best thing a good girl can do is die very very slowly and painfully, so other people can be happy.
The girl, Amber May, gets a confused look on her face and seems to be thinking it over. Mistress Green puts her arms under the girl's shoulders and takes the opportunity to kick her legs out from under her. The young girl begins to wail and cry as Mistress Greene guides her down the short little spike.
IT HURTS!
Yes, dear, just like a girl like you deserves.
Anyway, Mr. May, your other stepdaughter will wake up when the spike pierces her, at least all the ones I’ve ever done have. Except one, and she might have been dead when she got spiked, her “boyfriend” choked her out before she went on the spike.
Well, that’s good. Wouldn’t want her to miss any of her snuff.
Three May girls are dragged or lead to the spikes. Spencer has some issues with keeping his stepdaughter upright and over the spike, but finally manages it, and she does, in fact, wake up when the spike goes into her cunt. Vicky and Mistress Greene easily do theirs, and start to head back for more girls; they grab two of them, including the tall blonde.
No! Wait, I get Lila, she’s the tall blonde. I’ve got something special in mind for her!
Vicky, Mistress Greene, and Spencer get three May girls, with Spencer getting Lila, leaving the last girl, Wendy, face down on the ground, moaning, with her arms tightly zip tied behind her back.
Wendy, we’ll be back for you soon.
OK Lila, if you’re a good girl, this might go easier for you. And by good girl I mean being a good cocksucker.
Yes, Daddy, I’ll suck your cock, just don’t spike me.
Well, you’re going to get spiked, but if you deep throat me, I might pull you off and take you to the St. Francis emergency room. I’ve heard that some girls have survived the spike if they get to the ER fast enough.
Please don’t spike me! I’m begging you. You always said I was your favorite little girl.
That’s because you have no gag reflect and were always so eager to show me new tricks you learned with your tongue when I came home from work.
See, I’m your favorite. I’ll blow you whenever you want. Or your friends, if that is what you want, I’ll be your little suck whore. Please don’t spike me!
By this time, Spencer has dragged Lila to the spike.
OK, stand still.
As he positioned Lila over the spike, she struggled. He backhanded her and told her to stand still. Reeling from the blow, Lila stopped moving long enough for Spencer to push her most of the way down her spike.
Ah! That hurts, please daddy, take me off! You can use my collage fund to pay for the ER, just take me off and get me there before it’s too late!
AHHHHHH
Yeah, scream all you like, let it all out, but just open your throat as you do, o.k. Hun. do a good job with those tongue tricks and I might take you off it again.
After a few more seconds, Lila managed to make herself stop screaming, wincing she managed to open her mouth and prepare her throat. Spencer unzipped and pushed his half hard cock into her mouth.
Lots of tongue action, get me hard so I can fuck your throat.
Lila's ministrations seemed to work because after a few minutes, Spencer grabbed her head and started to face fuck her. You could see her throat bulging as his cock entered it. Spencer continued his rape of his stepdaughter's throat for several minutes.
Damn, you’re good. I’m going to miss you. Even more than your slut mom. If she gave better head, she might be still alive, and you might not be on a spike, but her head was average at best. If she was any good at it, I might have ignored the fact that she was a slut that fucked any cock she could. Hold on, I’m about to cum!
Spencer grabbed Lila's head and pushed it farther down so that her nose was buried in his pubic hairs. He jerked a few times, then withdrew from his stepdaughters mouth.
That was good. Make sure you do that good for the rest of the men who come by today, o.k.? I’m going to tell the other guys that you are available for face fucking.
But Daddy, what about the ER??
I said “might,” but I’ve decided that your best use is to be a cocksucker and lawn ornament. Anyway, have a painful life… as long… or short as it may be.
But I’m your favorite daughter!
Stepdaughter, if you were a daughter, you wouldn’t be here today. I’ll bet I can get a cocksucker as good as you from the flock of teen sluts here today. Maybe more than once. I’ll bet there are plenty of fathers who want to sell off some of their daughters today. Perhaps I’ll get a MILF to replace your whore of a mother. Let her know what happened to your mom so she doesn’t act like a whore on me. Or I might let her be a good little cocksucking whore for me and then snuff her after a year or so and get a new one.
Daddy, Spencer, please, I’m begging you!
I know it’s not all your fault, it’s the way you were raised, but your mother was a free use whore who put out for any dick she found. And you don’t seem to be any better, I know about you and the football team. The world will be a better place without you in it, too many sluts as it is. I just wish I had trained you all better as girls… that, or snuffed you when you started going down the wrong path. … no, the former, I should take responsibility for my part of this. Either way, we are where we are and now you and your sisters have to be snuffed out for the good of society. Plus if I let you live I would be out a lot of cash the club and your grandpa are giving me to have you sex killed today, so it all works out in the end, you see?
Not, not for us.
Well, yah, I guess, but that’s the point.
Katherine Compton, Emanuella Gayosom, Ketria Baker, Teen Mistresses.
What can I do for you, young mistresses?
Well, we have a set of triplets that are Mr. Cook’s granddaughters that we would like to have some spikes driven up. We got them at a school sale. Seems that being a cheerleader in a school that did poorly in the basketball season isn’t the safest thing in the world. Of course, they are blonde ditzes, who else would be a cheerleader? We got them for four hundred each, tax-exempt because the sale was from a school, which qualifies as charity, quite a deal. The cheerleader sluts with bigger tits sold for even more money, of course, at least the ones that they didn’t just spit roast or give to the other team to be gang raped, then spit roasted at the victory party. Seems that being a cheerleader means you’re volunteering to be a slave or a roast. Which is why we didn’t try out for being a cheerleader and just took the one in four risk of being a mistress in training. At least Master Wagner either just sells you as a sex slave or gives you a painless snuff if you are one of the unlucky ones, being roasted alive seems so brutal. Not that cheerleaders don’t deserve some sort of brutal death, but that’s not for us.
So why are you selling them?
Lilly, Vivian, and Denise Thomas. Slaves to teen Mistresses.
The thrill of having a blonde cheerleader slut go down on you wears off when you realize you have to share your room with her and all of her food and clothing has to come out of your allowance. It might be worth it if they were any good at pussy lapping, but they are just so-so. We really can’t whore them out easily to make up the difference, too much competition from Dutch Hall for teen pussy, never mind the brothels and topless clubs. Thought about letting them dance at a club, but that comes with another set of issues, most of the clubs are a little wary of having dancers that look that young, even if they are legal. And the clubs that would take them, well, they would get snuffed in their first week, and I don’t think we would get paid for that. The contract would just be for renting them and snuffing would be allowed. Anyway, we hadn’t, you know, thought what buying them meant all the way through. You know, having to take care of a stupid cheerleader slave kind of made me appreciate my parents more. So, we didn’t have the heart to tell them they were being snuffed today so they will probably not like that, they were going to do it anyway though as slow and painful as possible… We would let them snuff it easy since this isn’t their fault, and we do like them, but Ms. Asher, our Slave Economics. teacher said that she wanted to see a recording of the deaths of the first slaves we snuff or have snuffed. She said she would dock 20pts. from the grade of anybody who made the death quick and/or painless, and would give 50 extra-credit points for the top 6 most painful kills. She said the point of mistress warrants isn’t to enable underground railroads or euthanasia technicians, and this was her way of helping us get over any squeamishness we might have… which… yah… She is probably right because I would totally have just gotten mine drunk and drowned her in her sleep if it weren’t for the docked points, and I think Emanuella actually may have bought some poison for hers… But Ms. Asher made this a “we” problem, which means now it’s a “they” problem. Just because a slave is nice doesn’t mean her life is worth more than 20pts. right? Right! Plus the money we will get for snuffing them out on the torture spikes… It’s far too much to pass up. Getting a hundred dollar profit each, without even counting their share value, is pretty sweet. Two and half shares of a pot worth twenty million will be a lot of money. Enough to cover their expenses and then some, by a bunch… who am I kidding, they only cost too much because even as mistresses our dads aren’t willing to give us real allowances, this kind of money will set us up for the next 20 years at least. Anyway, it seems like being spiked up the cunt would be a great way to get 50 extra credit points for snuffing blondes that you were tired of and who did not really have the body to be a good spit roast.
I think it’s a pretty good method. It’s efficient and passive and makes for a good display. I’m contemplating getting a couple of short spikes for my torture and execution room. Come on by some time and watch the goths in action. I’ll even let you watch one session for free. That’s a two hundred dollar freebie.
We’ll keep that in mind. Any way, they are those sluts over there wearing the white tops and pink shorts. Taser them, even if they don’t put up a fight. I’ve always wanted to see Lilly tasered, but you have to be twenty-one to buy a Taser, so I never got the chance.
We can do that. Vicky, Ian, go get them
Yes sir!
Lilly?
Yes?
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AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! ohWWWWWWW!!!!!!! You fucker!! That hurts! What the hell! Why did you zap me!!!
Ian pushes the reenergize, sending even more jolts through the teen. Lilly jerks around on the ground some more.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Please!! Y YOUR KILLING MEEEEE!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Ian goes to the hapless teen, rolls her over onto her stomach and then roughly zip ties her arms behind her back, then goes chasing after Vivian.
Vivian and Denise start to run as soon as Lilly is tasered and get out of range before either of the slavers can react to them running. Denise runs, trying to get away from Vicky. Vivian is roughly tackled by Ian and handed over to Mistress Greene. Lilly flops on the ground, trying to recover from her tasering.
Thank you, Ian, I can take her from here.
No problem, Mistress Greene. I’ll get the other one under control now.
um… can I have ice for my head?
No, of course not, you don’t need that.
Umm… Are you going to kill me?
Yes, I am. Very slowly and in a great deal of pain. Our guests will love it.
Tears well up in her eyes, her head spins, and she stumbles in place.
You say that like you like it.
Why, yes, I do. Little sluts like you need to be put in their place. And your place is on a spike for a few hours, then you are wolf food.
An involuntary gasp that turns into a small little coughing fit.
That’s so ugly.
Yes, I suppose it is, from your perspective, but to our guests you are a delicate piece of art being displayed. Now, let’s get those clothes off you.
Recovering from almost falling, she looks around like she is confused about where she is again.
My cloths off? My head hurts from when I fell, can I get some ice after I take my cloths off?
No. We don’t have time for that.
Oh… O.k. I’m sure you know what’s best.
She starts untying her shoes, as she slips them off and starts unbuttoning her shorts, she looks at Ms Greene confusedly.
Aren’t you going to take off yours too?
No, I’m not who this is for.
She nods. She slips out of her pants and starts fiddling with the knots on the overly complicated bikini top she is wearing as a bra, then she pauses for a moment.
But you’re so pretty, you should undress too so we can both enjoy touching each other, it’s not fair if I don’t get to touch you too while we fool around.
Despite tearing up earlier, she doesn't seem to remember why she is here now.
We aren’t going to fool around. I have something much more exciting for you.
A drop of blood works its way from her scalp to the side of her face, almost like a drop of sweat but red.
But why? You’re so pretty! Don’t you think I’m pretty?
Thank you, and I think you’re pretty too, but I must make you into art for our guests. You want to be art, don’t you?
Every so often, I overhear guys saying that my boobs and lips are art.
Well, your lips will be used while you are art, at least. Now come with me, or I will drag you there.
Do I have to pose?
Oh, you will be posed.
She walks with Mistress Greene, glancing up at her every once and again as they walk.
Umm, ma’am?
Yes?
It’s just, you don’t get to see many girls your age, and certainly not pretty ones like you. Are you a mistress?
Of course, I am. And you are a slave. Keep that in mind. I have the power here.
Oh, no! no, I’m not a slave! I’m a free girl, but maybe when my head stops spinning, I will think about being a mistress some day. Umm, ma’am, can I still be art even if I’m not a slave, or do I have to go? Because I was hoping to talk to you a little more?
I’m sorry, I have other slaves to make into art, I can’t stay with you. Some men and boys will come and use you, so you can talk to them.
Oh, ok, but can we at least make out a little when we get where we are walking to?
No. I have my own slaves for that.
The blood plops on to her almost overly perky right boob, followed by another about 15 seconds later and then another ten seconds later before becoming a regular drip drop every 6 or so seconds.
Mistress Greene
Please? It’s just, I have never seen anyone with red and gray swirled hair, like yours. I try to collect kisses from interesting people. I even kissed a black man once.
It looks like you will be bleeding from top and bottom when I make you into usable art. We are almost there.
People say I am a good kisser, did you know sometimes I overhear boys saying my lips are art?
Yes, you said that before. They will use your lips when you are art.
The line of blood actually looks fairly good on her, almost like henna but a bit brighter and more abstract. The way the drop line follows the line of her jaw-bone and emphases the swell of her almost perfectly round breast causes the blood to add to her beauty instead of distracting from it.
Ok, see the other slaves? They have been art pieces for 30 minutes or so. It’s time for you to join them. Now stand here, then kneel.
She goes to stand where Mistress Greene points but doesn't move…
Umm. Ms. Greene… I can’t kneel down.
Why Not?
There is a metal spike in the way. Can we move it?
That’s OK. It’s supposed to be there. Kneel on to the spike, or I will push you down on it.
But… Ms. Greene, if I kneel with the spike there, it will go up in side me…
Yes, it will, that will make you art. Now kneel before I make you do it.
It is… Wait, it just it’s just it looks long… Are you sure I can take all of that? like it looks way longer than anything I have put up there before?
I’m sure. Kneel slave.
Mistress Greene grabs her by the shoulders and starts to guide her down.
Kneel!
It is? O, oh, kaaa
She doesn't just collapse immediately, but she does let Ms Greene push her down. She isn't sure she could have stopped the mistress from pushing her down anyway. She is pushed halfway to kneeling. The spike starts to contact her cervix. When she gets about halfway down, she resists and stops.
No, all the way down, slut.
NOO TOO FAR, I’M FULL! STOP!
Ms. Greene pushed the concussed girl to her knees, the spike entering her abdominal cavity.
Owy owy owy owy owy OWWY OWWYYYYYYYY I don’t want to be art! Please, I don’t want to be art anymore! take it out, please!
I’m sorry, that is your function in life now, I will not take you off.
But it hururrrtss!
Good.
The girl starts sobbing and crying. Ms Greene pushes her a little lower, then turns and walks away.
Noooo I’m not! I don’t want to be here!
Ms Greene turns and looks over her shoulder.
But yet, you will be here for the rest of your life.
The former cheerleader starts sobbing harder, which she continues to do until one of her older cousins comes by and sticks his dick past her artful lips and down her throat.
Kaylee Emmerson
Kaylee had walked away from the area where most of the, “action” was taking place. Kaylee understood why her dad had to go to the funeral, he was both a business acquaintance of the old bastard and also, somehow had formed a friendship with him. Kaylee was only there because this was her dad’s weekend with her, her mom having actually successfully gotten a divorce. The benefits of having a mom (Kaylee’s grandmother) who went to law night-school in the 90s… what Kaylee couldn’t understand is why they had to stay for this, “wake,” after the funeral ended. The pool looked fun and the other amenities at the club weren’t unappealing but… I mean… Didn’t her dad understand what this place looked like to her… There were women being displayed as they were killed everywhere… She can see from her place up on the hill that they were even starting to put girls on these weird short spikes as some sort of, “art,” display now. Some of them were even as young as her… Not a one looked over 20…. The girls didn’t look like they were dying, at least not any time soon… It was clearly just about causing pain. Her dad said she should enjoy herself… But how was she supposed to do that. If she put on her Bikini and got in the pool, someone would likely pressure her into sex and then who knows… There was probably some loophole she didn’t know about where she could be converted if a man orgasms around her too many times or something… It’s not like they let girls study “modern slave law”… Plus being around all those sluts backstab and degrade each other… Between the death and the bitches, she had started to feel a little queasy, so she decided to walk a bit and ended up a third of a mile away from all the excitement overlooking the, “party,” from her quiet spot on the hill overlooking the club’s, “quad.” Kaylee was just starting to think that maybe she would stay up here all day and maybe call one of her friends on her phone… Maybe if she gave him a hand job or something, her best boyfriend would figure out a way to use his magical penis powers to let her get out of here early, and they could go see a movie or something. She had heard good things about the most recent Marvel movie. Apparently, they finally managed to kill the Scarlet Witch and the actresses death scene was supposed to be spectacular… or her stunt double’s death scene anyway. Such were Kaylee’s thoughts when she saw something she definitely didn’t expect to see, an adorable blonde was running up the hill towards her at full speed. Kaylee watched to see what would happen when the blonde got to her when she saw something even less expected, the girl was being chased by another girl… another girl Kaylee knew. It was her former best… or maybe her best friend Vicky, “I thought Vicky was dead for sure… I haven’t seen her in like four months. If she is alive… Where has she been… And why didn’t the bitch answer any of my texts… I even called that slut! And nothing! She is really running… Huh… well, if they are all the way out here they must have had the same idea I did… I know Vicky was always pretty squeamish… She fainted every time we had to dissect anything in 4H… Even when the girls were dead before we started… Even that one time it was just a pig. They must be playing tag or something? Well, even if she is a frigid bitch who won’t call her friends back, I can’t let Vicky loss when I can do something about it. O.k. ready time it out and “GO!” Kaylee runs towards the blonde girls smiling a huge smile and just as the blonde sees her and starts to curve away, Kaylee jumps and slides, executing a soccer trip right into the fleeing blonde’s legs. The blonde goes tumbling and so does Kaylee… It wasn’t the most perfect trip, as Kaylee hadn’t actually played soccer since she was a little girl. The two girls impact hard and end up with them tangled up with each other and the blonde face planted squarely in Kaylee’s cleavage.
OWWW! what the hell! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!?
I got you slut!
No, no, no, don’t you get what you’ve done?
I mean, you’re about to be tagged or whatever.
The blonde starts desperately trying to untangle herself from Kaylee
There isn’t a point in trying to run now, may as well admit defeat and wait for the next round… maybe I will join in.
Kaylee sits limp, not at all helping the blond get untangled, though she does take the opportunity to playfully pull the girl’s hair and boop her nose. The blonde freezes for a moment, taken aback by Kaylee’s attitude and ability to miss read the situation and then starts struggling again. When the blonde girl meets Kaylee’s eyes, and she sees the emotion there and is taken aback, wondering if she misunderstood something. She looked past the blonde once more to make sure if she was mistaken about who was chasing after her… but no, it was Vicky.
Vicky arrives, panting, but yells BITCH! I'll get you for that! She raises her Taser and puts 4 darts in to Denise's back, then holds down the shock button. Making the hapless blonde twitch repeatedly. She then notices who tripped her. Kaylee? What are you doing here? Kaylee and Denise both scream and start convulsing as they are tangled up with each other.
g g g wh wh wh wh
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Vicky takes her finger off the shock button.
Kaylee, what are you doing here?
Kaylee takes a second to recover her wits.
ME? what are you talking about? what are YOU doing here…. I haven’t heard from you in like three months! You just fucking tasered me bitch… how am I the one who owns you an explanation!?!?
Sorry about hitting you with a pair of darts, but I wasn’t going to let Denise get away AGAIN.
Denise looks between the two friends, trying to decide if there is something she should do here.
Don’t make me shoot you again, I’ve got five more loads. Don’t fucking move.
With that, Vicky pulls the teen up and slaps a set of zip ties around her arms, pining the behind her back.
Whoa, wait, what is going on? I thought you guys were playing tag or something.
Help! She’s crazy… she just started chasing me with a taser, saying something about snuffing me for kissing a boy she likes!
Oh, no. Her owner sold her to the club for decorations. It’s my job to get her on a spike.
Wow! What?
Wait, Vick slow down
What’s going on?
Where have you been?
She looks as scared as a kitten in a pool.
She is shaking like a leaf in a hurricane!
Also… you just shot me with a taser, so I believe you owe me an explanation for why you ghosted me and what is going on?
I was converted, so my dad could get free cable. Spellbook Slaves bought me from Eastlake Cable. I’ve been there for a while now as a worker slave. And this bitch is a slave that was sold by her owner to the club. And the club wants to use her as a lawn decoration, and later wolf food.
Wait, really? But she’s like… she looks like she is our age.
I am, I go to Eastlake Prep School, you have to stop her!
Yeah, she was a cheerleader at Eastlake Prep School. The basketball team didn’t do well, so they sold off some of the cheerleading squad.
Kaylee is not unconcerned, but she is beginning to have doubts about the blonde's story
Don’t make me shoot you again, bitch. I mean it. If she had a little more meat on her bones, she would have been a spit roast.
Vicky is a pretty girl, but she has always been pretty shy when it comes to boys and doing anything romantic… She couldn't see Vicky trying to steal the blonde girl's guy… But she also couldn't see Vicky capturing slaves and putting them on death spikes, so maybe anything is possible?
So… if she is a slave, why was she converted? Did she like to shoplift from the gift shop or cheat at golf or something?
The losing team’s cheerleaders have a rough life.
No! I didn’t I promise!
The club has cheerleaders?
No, Eastlake Prep School basketball team had a losing season. The school was not impressed and decided that it was because the cheerleaders showed a lack of school spirit and sold a few each time they lost a game. In addition to the ones they spit at the after-game roasts. She was bought by a young mistress as her starter slave. Seems that there is a good cash reward for snuffing her type today.
It’s not fair! I literally did eight backflips into a triple front flip off a trampoline during that game!
And they still lost. I kept up because I had a sort of friend on the team.
O.k. say I believe that… How are YOU here?
Who’s your friend? maybe I know them?
Oh, Spellbook Slaves is doing the conversion and snuffing for this shindig. I came because my owner said for me to. Kelly, if it matters, bitch…
Right, but I mean… if your dad sold you for free cable… no offense but… Why aren’t you soup?
Mr. West likes me. That’s all I know. Well, plus it seems I give wonderful blowjobs. That’s always a good thing for a slave. Keeps them alive longer.
Wait… you know Kelly? I was just at her baptism just before I was sold… We are really close… Maybe you could do me a favor.
Shhh, we will talk about you in a minute. I’m trying to catch up with my friend.
YOU GIVE BLOWJOBS NOW?!?
Not the girl, Kelly. Kelly H, the boy.
Of course, I do. It’s that or get snuffed. Or sold, which might be worse.
The last time I saw you, you literally spilled a full bucket of popcorn all over yourself when you tried to cop a feel of Mark’s dick in that movie theater… Since when can you handle touching a man’s privates? I guess what they say about slaves and motivational improvements?
It’s remarkable what the threat of being snuffed will do to your skills.
I’m actually a little sad about that.
Oh?
I mean… It was nicer thinking that guys were just full of shit about slavery improving us, you know? … I think it is pretty shit.
I think it is pretty shit.
Nobody cares what you think, slut. It’s get better at what your master likes, or have a really terrible day. Seems bitch here can’t do the nasty on her mistress very well, so she’s getting sold off, so she can buy a real sex slave.
So you really are, like, a slaver now?
Well, not really. Like I said, I’m a worker slave for a slaver. Not quite the same thing. If someone offered Mr. West enough money, well, I’d be soup, like you said.
Huh? I wouldn’t have thought… umm… and
Kaylee points at the blonde.
What is your name?
Denise
I got it. You’re a work slave that enslaves other girls, and Denise really is a slave.
Right. She was the private property of Katherine Compton, I think. Katherine also goes to Eastlake Prep School, but was a mitten, now a full mistress, so she doesn’t mix with the rest of the students much, plus she was a year ahead of me.
And Denise gets to be a sex slave?
Nooo, you aren’t good enough at sex for that apparently, and you’re a little material girl that your owner says costs too much to keep up with.
Cost too much?!?!?! As if! I ate school food!!! The only money I cost was toilet paper and water! She hasn’t even given me any cloths! we were wearing these at cheer practice when I was sold!
Not my problem. Any way, let’s take you down where you belong. Kaylee and I can catch up once you’re on a spike.
While Vicky, Kaylee, and Denise are talking, Mistress Greene and Ian are spiking Lilly, Denise’s sister.
By the time Ian came back, Lilly had managed to inchworm herself to a picnic table, where a large watermelon was waiting to be cut. Lilly was trying to figure out how to get herself off the ground and into a position to reach the knife and free herself.
Oh, no, you don’t bitch. Lay down, or I’ll fucking zap your little blonde ass again.
Come on, man, let me out of these things! I didn’t do anything to no-one, mister! I’m a good salve girl, promise!
Well, your owner sold you to be made into lawn art, so, no, I can’t take them off you.
Lilly struggles around on the ground trying to figure out how to get up
Don’t make me zap you again. Just lie there.
NO! NO! That’s not fair! After all, I did for that bitch! I was fucking Lady-And-The-Tramping for that unlikable bitch! SHE CANT DO THIS TO ME!
she starts rolling away from you like a log down a hill, trying to get away as fast as she can. She also looks competently ridiculous, but Lilly was never amazing at self reflection and this certainly wasn't the time to practice anyway.
Ian puts another set of dart into Lilly.
The attractive teen flopped around like a fish for the third time that day
PLEASE STOPPPPP!!!!
Then stay fucking still, cunt.
Where are you going to take me? What did you do to my sisters?
Well, I gave one to Mistress Greene, who is making lawn art out of her, and the other ran away. My slave partner is chasing her now.
What… do… you mean by lawn art???
You know, art, on a lawn. It’s all the rage to make teen sluts into lawn art right now. Too bad, it’s a painful thing for you. But after it’s over, they don’t complain.
So… It’s just a temporary thing? like getting tattoos and being displayed in bondage or something?
Well, you will only need to worry about it for about an hour. Then you get a free trip to the zoo.
Ian Pulls the teen to her feet
I… You didn’t answer me though, you’re saying I just have to be lawn art for about an hour, and then I get to go to the zoo if I want after?
Oh, no, you don’t have a choice, you will go to the zoo. The wolf park in particular.
She lets Ian put her on her feet.
Why is it painful, is there body mod stuff involved?
Well, sort of.
I mean… It could be worse… Even if I have like a limb cut off, at least I will be alive, I guess… But I don’t understand what the zoo connection is. What is that about? I mean… It could be worse… Are we on display there after here, and won’t that be inconvenient for our owners? I mean, mine can drive but her two friends who own my sisters can’t yet… how does that work?
Well, once Mistress Greene is done with your sister, she will explain it all to you.
Lilly tries to make herself look as demure and alluring as possible, and leans back, so her back is pushed up against Ian's chest and stomach, and then she tilts her neck to look straight up into his eyes…
Oh, you will get some dick, alright. That’s part of the art. Do you have a gag reflex? It might be important later today.
I… Think so… Every so often, I even throw up a little when brushing my tongue…
Oh, that’s too bad.
But if I am being honest… Those weren’t the lips I was hoping you would part…
Why too bad?
Well, a long thing is going up your other lips.
And it’s too bad because men are going to want to use you that way.
Lilly starts trying to unbutton Ian's buttons with her hands which are zip tied right at crotch level or at least Ian's crotch level… Or at least she can make it be if she stretches enough
Hey… what are you doing down there?
Having gotten the button undone, she starts unzipping the zipper
I don’t know if we have time for that. This is work for me.
Nah, don’t worry about it, I will do all the work, promise.
Parting Ian's pants a bit so that there is just your underwear between Ian and her shorts, she grinds up against Ian a bit
Hmmmm yes, that feels like there is something nice in there for me.
Ian pushes the teen over a table and cuts her shorts and panties off.
OK, you want some dick? You get some dick.
YAY! THANK YOU, MR. SLAVE ARTIST!
Ian jacks himself a few times to make him fully erect, then holds Lilly down and roughly enters her
Take that cunt!
Careful, CAREFUL, I haven’t done this before. … Please.
Lilly smiles back at him, her bright blue eyes full of hope and fear and gratefulness and if you were very good at looking into someone's eyes, you might even find the under current of needy hunger for physical intimacy that has been denied her, her entire life. Lilly really hoped Ian would let this be something they would both enjoy.
Like your first time matters. What matters is me. You are disposable trash. I deal with your kind every day…
Ian pushed himself then Hard into the teen, and held himself there for a few seconds, before trying to start rocking in and out again. Ian isn't as experienced at sex as he often implies and doesn't know that lubrication is for both her AND his pleasure or how to ease into sex.
Lilly's hymen is obliterated, and she starts to bleed rather heavily… which is actually lucky since it provides some much-needed lubrication.
Take my cock in your cunt. That’s all you are, a cock sleeve.
Lilly starts trying to take control of things a bit, the guy wasn't as big as the dicks she had gotten to feel up during that one party where she had to try to guess who was who by how their shlongs felt, but he had what seemed like enough that he should probably be able to get the job done if they used it right. Lillian starts moving with Ian in order to catch a beat and reduce the rough pounding, before trying out an actual sex move they had been taught about in school. Lilly tried moving all the way to the base of Ian's shaft and then staying with his thrusts so that he wouldn't come out. Once she got that going, she tried moving her abs and hips like a wave to try to massage him from the inside. She hadn't ever tried… Well, actually any sex move on a real dick before, so she waited a moment just doing this same action for a good 40 seconds to see how her lover and capturer would react.
Ah, that’s it, fuck me back. I love it when a slut fucks back. Oh, that’s good. You must have done this a lot, you little whore. Ah, yeah, do that some more.
You are a good little cock sleeve, it’s too bad what’s going to happen to you. Wish I could keep you around, but I can’t afford you.
You’re… you’re my first, actually.
You’re a natural whore, then. The best I’ve had this week, maybe longer.
I bet a man like you could afford me, I got bought for pennies and my mistress is but a teen mistress on an allowance, I bet she would let you buy me.
Oh, she sold you. You’re worth thousands, maybe tens of thousands, today.
She changes to another move she found on TikTok, she slows down the humping to nearly stopped and then moves her hips on his dick to spell her name in cursive with her vagina using Ian's dick as the pen.
Oh, that’s good. You must have practiced that a lot on those jocks you fucked as a cheerleader.
Lillian dots the eye with a HEAVY full length in & out before going back to write the next word
I saw it on TikTok, again other than a few hand jobs at this one party, I haven’t even touched a dick before. Why do you say I am worth thousands?
Well, your granddad’s estate is paying a lot to make you into art.
Oh… I’m not worth thousands? Let’s see about that.
She kicks the table, knocking them both over with Ian still inside her, she grunts hard when she lands on top of Ian… She might have a bruise on her cervix, but she grits her teeth and kicks the ground to spin herself around on Ian's dick, Lilly leans down over Ian, pressing her breasts into Ian's chest. She starts humping madly at the slaver as Lilly leans down to kiss Ian full on the mouth.
What are you doing? I’m supposed to be in charge. The girl on top is wrong!
I wonder if Mistress Greene would get mad if I choked you out? Not all the way, of course
Ian puts his hands around the teen's neck
OK bitch, you want to be on top, let’s see how you do when you can’t breathe anymore…
Huh? what do you mean?
Ian tightens his hand on her neck, cutting off her airway
Oh, yeah… Should have started this way! Little cunt!! Sex starved whore!!!
Lilly's eyes go wide and her fucking stalls for a moment as she and her mind real in sudden fear, her body shook all over as a powerful chill, travels up and down her spine. but then Lilly shook her head and refocuses herself.
Gnnnahh!
Lilly looked at Ian with a determined look, she wanted to feel what a real orgasm is, and she wanted to make this man happy enough to cum inside her just like all the women she looks up to have made guys do, like her mom, and like her teachers and like those five women who are still in congress. She is going to make a man cum in her, just like all those important girls have. Plus… she has to admit… being choked is somehow not making this feel worse. Lilly starts my waggling her hips and then quickly starts humping Ian in earnest, she can't do those long languid deep strokes she had always imagined with him, but would she have had time to try that anyway now that she couldn't breathe? She starts jack hammering him as quick as she can, while at the same time she bears down with her vagina muscles (she never bothered to memorize the name in school because anatomy is boring and stupid). Lilly even did her best to give a little circular hola hoop actions with her hips at the end of every second or third down stroke… She mostly succeeded in keeping a regular tempo, but this was new to her and the choking was a real added challenge.
Ian tightened his grip on Lilly for a second, then as he felt himself about to cum, he let go and grabbed her hips and pushed her down.
AH GONNA CUM IN YOU WHORE!
YES, DADDY!!!
Lilly screams. and then leans forward, letting her hips squeeze into Ian, pushing her breasts into his chest again and once again pressing their lips together, doing her best to push her tongue into his mouth so she can tempt his into hers
Ian shoves his tongue into Lilly's mouth.
Damn, it’s too bad she’s getting snuffed. I may have to rethink this whole girl on top is wrong thing…
Lilly moans and starts to melt into him
Come on daddy, just another minute or two… I’m SOOOOO CLOSSSSEEEE!!!!
Ian keeps moving in an out of her, getting closer and closer to cumming in the teen. Lilly starts to move her body in little waves, doing her best to rub Ian against her G spot without actually pulling him out of her at all since he seems to want to keep himself tucked up inside of her all snug and tight
God, I wish I could use my hands
Oh, yeah, whore, keep doing that. You’re such a cock – loving whore. Push your cunt on my cock.
Lilly tries rubbing Ian's thighs and calves with hers, focussing on rubbing against him with her chest and legs, and she works her abs and tickles on his dick. she does this rhythmically enough that she is still getting stimulated internally. She breaks the kiss for a moment
My clit… Gasp please… or my breasts, please… Play with them please, OH GOD!
Gasping deep inhale and then Lilly dives back into Ian's mouth. Ian grabs the teen's nipples and twists them, then releases them, then twists them again, repeating several times. EEEP a shutter runs down Lilly's body, and she smashes into him and freezes for a moment she comes up for air once more.
A little lighter… Maybe… suck on one?
Bitch, I want to twist your nipples, not suck on them like a baby.
She intertwines their legs for added leverage now and starts humping him hard against the anterior wall of her vagina really forcing a lot of friction and fast motion and then squeezes! PLEASE SUCK!!! She then goes back in for one final passionate deep kiss
Now do that thing with our cunt more… I want to cum in your tight blonde cheerleader twat.
Ian violently twists her nipples.
Lilly breaks the kiss
NO! PLEASE, I AM SO CLOSE! Please let me cum, daddy Ian! please!
I don’t care if you cum or not, whore. What matters is that I cum in you….. Ah….Ahhhh….. AHHHHH!!
Ian holds her down while he jack-hammers into her, spraying cum in to her. She grinds herself into him. She WILL CUM whether he wants to help her or not. She jack-hammers into him in return, making sure to jab her pleasure button in each thrust, doubling the force of the impact. She starts to feel like she is upside-down and lost in space all at once
After Ian finishes cumming in her twat, he reaches up and twists her nipples one more time…
OH! GODS WHAT WERE HO HO HO GODS!!!!!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!
She crashes into him three two more times, then three more, then three more again. She holds herself against him and him in her tight, as tight as she can. After a minute, she begins to breathe, and a few seconds after that she melts against him, laying her head on his chest.
Bitch, get off me. I’m done with your cock sleeve.
Was it good for you? I hope it was good for you? You were amazing.
I hope you two are quite done now. I have things to do to this slut.
Oh, how long have you been there, Mistress Greene?
Long enough. Now cut her top off and give her to me.
Wait… Ian, don’t you want to give another thought to buying me? See how good I was? I bet that was the best you have had, like, all year?
She rubs their faces, still not having gotten off of Ian. She jiggles her butt.
Your little man seems like he is still pretty happy where he is
I’m sorry, but I can’t. You need to go with her now.
Young love is such a tedious thing. Get off him slut so I can make you art, like your sister.
Lilly pouts and starts getting up off of Ian.
What kind of art? Ian didn’t say, he just said that it was only a one-hour gig and that it might involve a little body mod, but after words I would still get to have fun at the zoo… For some reason. So what are we doing to make this art that is worth thousands of dollars? Because I have to say now that part of the process was making me into a woman… which I am totally going to hold over my sister’s heads btw, I am feeling more magnanimous about this art stuff.
Oh, he didn’t tell you? Well, I’m going to shove you down on a steel spike and let you bleed out over an hour or so. Then your body will be made into wolf food.
Lilly just stares at Mistress Greene for a few seconds, trying to tell if she was joking… She sees steel behind Ms. Greene's eyes. Lilly does what she has always done when something scares her.
Lilly headbutts Ms. Greene right in the nose as hard as she can and then turns and starts running. She really hopes that Ian is too fucked out to stop her, as she attempts to jump over him as he is starting to get up off the ground.
Ian rolls over, takes aim with his taser and takes the fleeing teen down with a single max range shot.
GAAAAAAGAAAHHHHGAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhh!
Bitch. I’m tired of running bitches.
She freezes mid-stride and flies through the air for a moment in a ridiculous convulsed pose before landing and immediately face planting hard in the grass
Ian pushes the button a few more times
She twitches violently with each new shock, her body settling into a more natural set of pained convulsions between them before being violently thrown into a new set of pained horror with each button push.
You had to ruin it by running.
Gggahhhh st stoopppp pleeeeeeese. You, how can you let her do this?
I know you liked what I did for you. I saw it in your eyes. You never had a girl help you like that
Ian holds the button down for a few seconds then lets up
ggggggaaahhhH!!!!!!! nnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnooooooo Noooo st stooowwwy owwwy oooooowwwwyyy!
It was the same for me, you’re a man, you can do anything. Take me home with you, I will do anything you want. Don’t make me die!
Cunt. I can get another one just like you tomorrow. You’re disposable trash.
You so totally can not! I won the state single cheer competition. I am literally the best high-school cheerleader in the state at single person cheering. I can’t be killed by some random old bitch, shouldn’t a man at least get to snuff me? Someone big and strong like you? I know you liked choking me.
Lilly stretches out her long neck in what she hopes is an alluring way
Not my job, Now if you wanted to be hung, or have a spit run through you, I can do that, but your owner sold you to be spiked, so that is what happens to you. Now go be lawn art, like your owner wanted.
Make me
Lilly sticks out her tongue and turns her head away.
Mistress Greene reaches over and grabs the teen, putting her in a joint lock, I've had enough of you, you will come with me.
Nu huh! Lilly stamps her foot and tries going boneless, because of the arm lock she ends up kneeling on the ground but still not moving
I said, COME WITH ME! The mistress yanks her off the ground.
People always call me the bitchy one, but it’s not fair, I’m not a bitch because I don’t want a rando on the street to rape me or because I’m not just letting myself get spited AAAHHH!!! I SAID MAKE ME, If you can’t lift me it looks like Ian is going to have to help you do it and then at least I will have been snuffed by a man
She sticks her tongue out at Mistress Greene
I’ll come help her drive a spike up your whore cunt, if that will shut your whore mouth. And then, when we’re done, I’ll fuck your throat…
It won’t shut me up, but there is no way Ms Greene here is even capable of spiking me on her own, so at least I get to lord that over her for the next hour. Bet you thought this would be easy, I bet you get why they told you just to taser me first now! You know we could have had something Ian, your dick might be a small, but you’re really good at using it. We could have had fun.
Too bad you’re just a cock sleeve. After you Mistress.
Vicky and Kaylee discuss Denise’s use as a sex slave and take advantage of the young teen.
So if Denise is a sex slave… do you think I could make out with her a bit? Maybe just for a minute or two before we walk her down to the spikes?
Hey!
Sure, but I would rather not keep Mistress Greene waiting too long. Don’t want her mad at me.
Do I get a say about this?
No, you don’t. That’s what being a slave is all about. Trust me, I know all about that.
Kaylee gently pulls Denise's head over in her direction.
I would have gotten away if only…
Do you know what happens to runaway slaves? Their whole family gets converted, maybe snuffed.
Shhh no, no, that’s not what that tongue is for anymore… Why don’t you show me what it can do?
Even the young ones go to a state home.
It is unclear what Denis's reaction would have been, as Kaylee had her tongue fully in Denis's mouth by then.
I’ve been told she’s not very good at it. Don’t be disappointed. And when did you get into girls?
Despite Denis's fear and insecurity about her situation, the girls' sex ed training kicks in, and she plays a very competent game of tonsil hockey with Kaylee. After a minute, Kaylee comes up for air… I wonder if she is really that bad in bed, she is quite a good kisser. Kaylee dives back in once more. After another couple of minutes, Kaylee breaks the kiss.
I really do like blonde girls.
Don’t know, but we really don’t have time to fully find out. I see that Ms Greene has already spiked one of the other skinny ass blondes.
Almost as good as black-haired guys and redheaded girls.
NO, WAIT, let me get you off!
It’s really not up to me… it sounds like you need to get going.
Well, if you like blondes, we get over a dozen a week. Come by and take your pick. I’ll even arrange for you to have a discount. Or you can keep sucking face with her once she’s stuck on a spike.
You really have forgotten what It’s like in the real world. I was going to ask if you don’t mind if I walk with you for a bit so we can catch up?
“Snort” I live in the real world for girls now. It’s just a matter of time for you. Sure, I’d love that.
GASP! DON’T SAY THAT! I am dying of old age with a gaggle of great grandkids around me including my five male boy men sons holding my hand
I didn’t think I’d be a slave either, but the cable company still has that offer. How much football does your dad watch? Think he might want it for free?
Pft, my dad isn’t into sports ball. Besides, I only live with my dad every other weekend.
Or your mom and her pay per view “ladies movies” then.
Dad would have to remember I existed when I am not with him for him to find the time to enslave me, and mom would never enslave me.
Either of them can make you a slave as soon as they want to. I see it every day. Several times a day on weekends.
I try to keep him as distracted as possible, one way or the other when I see him. why would mom want to enslave me?
Do you blow him? That will keep him distracted.
Yah, why would her mom want to enslave her? She is great. She is pretty and skilled and oh so merciful.
I have no clue why your mom would enslave you. Having a bad day at the office. Maybe, I’ve seen worse reasons. And shut up, Denise. I still have 5 shots and a reload.
You know I blow him… Didn’t I try to get you to blow him… If I recall correctly, once you finally did get his dick down your throat, you threw up…. I can’t believe you’re an actual living slave that is good at being a slave… when I didn’t hear from you, I figured someone used you to make stew or something, little miss ox-tail. Hey, no reason to be mad at Denise for saying things that are true about the pretty and benevolent genius that is me.
Yah, yah, I know, I was the picture of Oxtail-girl soup in my school’s cookbook last year. You’re not ready to let me live that down yet? If I get sold, it will probably be to a gay sex club, where I’ll get fucked in the ass and have gay cocks shoved down my throat. That, or yes to a restaurant that specializes in soup, like a hotpot or Pho place. That happens a lot, but usually, they get their meat from Hill’s.
I mean, Denice, I can’t get you out of anything though… plus… like… I wouldn’t unless maybe you could somehow get your owner to give you and maybe… I don’t know, 2 of your relatives to me as slaves… For free… Unconditional slaves yah… If you can somehow get two of your relatives to be my slaves for free, I will try my very hardest to get you out of whatever is about to happen to you
Well, she did run…
Kaylee cuts Vicky off before she can finish what she was saying and gives her a look. Kaylee looks at the girl seriously but doing her best to look earnest, seeing what she will say.
I’ll be your slave! I have four sisters that mom doesn’t really like, I’ll bet we can get her to convert some of them for you. Please make me your slave!!
You forget about the trust fund and the fact that you’re worth thousands, maybe tens of thousands, dead today.
Maybe, maybe, one thing at a time, if you can get two of your relatives to be my slaves for free, whether they volunteer or their parents give them to me, I will do my best.
Mom has money! She can pay off that bitch.
SHhhhhhh focus. Your mom can’t pay off anyone right now.
Do you think you have any relatives who would do that?
We are talking about people who might volunteer for you.
Or who might voluntold someone else for you.
Or who maybe actually wants to be a slave and needs an excuse.
Do you know any girls like that?
Kaylee winks at Vicky
I don’t know. But my mom and dad are here today, they might help get my sisters to you. And pay the bitch her money.
You are assuming that your dad hasn’t snuffed your mom and the rest of your family. Lots of money in that today.
Vick, do we have time to go check to see if Denis’s mom might give me her sisters? Denise, your parents really like you that much more than your sisters?
Yes! I was their favorite!
Then why didn’t the buy you and make your SINO then?
O.k. I mean, if it won’t put you in any danger, I would love to go ask… I mean Ms. Greene doesn’t lose anything and if she says no, neither do I, so it doesn’t hurt to ask, does it?
Well, maybe. She’s a bit weird. She likes to tease and torment the girls she’s killing, so she might like to see what her family would do.
Mistress Greene and Ian finish spiking Lilly
Thank you, Ian, let’s take this bitch and treat her like she deserves.
Yeah, she’s starting to bother me more than most. I mean she’s a good fuck, but meh, good fucks are really common now.
Well, I guess to men, but I’ve found that finding a young lady who is any good at the oral arts takes some time. I may have higher standards than a teenage boy. In fact, I’m sure I do. No offense.
You don’t have to be mean about it.
Being mean is my job.
But not to men…
She is mean, your both mean. Mean and cruel and dumb.
Did we ask for your input, slut?
How can you do this? You were just inside me, you took my virginity, we did the most intimate thing possible, you were in me, part of me. How can you let some death spike take your place when you could take me for yourself? I know that was the best fuck you have ever had, we could do that every day! Wouldn’t that be amazing?
I didn’t say you were the best fuck I’ve ever had, you were the best fuck I’ve had this week. And it’s still early in the week. We might get a trained sex slave in that I get to help break in. And I know an untrained teen like yourself would be close to useless. It would take weeks to train you to be even marginal, weeks, I’m afraid, you don’t have.
Lilly kicks Ian in the chest
Bitch.
Liar, I know no one has fucked you like that, you didn’t even know girls COULD be on top
I wasn’t 100% on spiking you, now I am.
Oh, please, it didn’t hurt
And if you can’t fuck with a man on top or man behind, you can’t fuck.
I can fuck you anywhere, but I wanted to make an impression, and I did. Why should my first time only be a first time for me, now it was a first for both of us?
So? Your owner was so unimpressed with your skills, she sold you to be snuffed and feed to the wolves.
Besides, if a trained sex slave is only a little better than me, imagine how amazing I will be once you train me.
Look, we already know your family isn’t going to pay to have you saved, so why bother thinking about what might have been? And trained sex slaves are a lot better than you.
Oh please, I could be Cat Beggings in 2012 after getting sex lessons from a Kama Sutra master and my mistress would still have sold me for what they are giving her today.
You’re a disposable cock sleeve. And it’s time to dispose of you.
Lilly screams and flails about
She high kicks Mistress Greene in the face
Ian tasers Lilly yet again.
Lilly convulses, only remaining upright because she is being carried by Ian
You are sorely taxing my patience, if it wasn’t a requirement that you be spiked, I would just cut your throat now. I’m almost ready to take the pay docking to just shut your pathetic slave mouth permanently. Ian, hold this… thing… for a moment.
Mistress Greene produces a dagger from somewhere in her corset.
Look, don’t do that. I’m not a rich mistress at a country club, I’ve got bills to pay, I can’t afford a pay dock. Not after last week.
What if I made it up to you or asked Mr. West to not dock you, saying it wasn’t your fault…
I don’t know. Mr. West is pretty hide bound when it comes to the rules.
Lilly tries to freeze when she sees the knife, but her body is still shaking and jittering from the shock
Please no, I…
Mistress Greene places the tip of the dagger under Lilly's throat.
It would be so easy… And faster for you, which is a pity.
I’m too young, and I have worked so hard. I, I am literally the best non-flyer cheerleader in the state under collage age…
Sell me to a football team or or… I don’t want to die.
That’s too bad. It’s your time, and it’s the place for you to die.
Tears start falling from her Lilly's… finally
Please, she starts whispering. Please
Ian, bring her along.
Mistress Greene makes a small nick in Lilly's chin. The dagger goes somewhere in her corset. Lilly gasps
Not not my face please
Oh, not the face? I might carve the club symbol on your cheeks once we get you on a spike. Now bring her along.
I’ll hold her head steady while you cut her.
Lilly sobs
Mistress Greene turns a starts to walk to the spikes. Ian drags Lilly along.
No, please. I don’t want to die. At least not this way. Please, just hang me or cut off my head, don’t spike me and don’t cut up my face.
Currently, the only question is if I cut my signet on your forehead before or after we spike you. I am cutting you, you have made that obvious that I need to do that.
Like I said, I’ll hold her head steady while you carve up her slut head. Why don’t you cut some holes in her cheeks? I mean big enough to fuck. I’d like to fuck her that way, after she’s on a spike
No sense in getting carried away with my blood art on her face.
Well, OK, just a passing thought
Of course, a teenage boy would mainly think about fucking a slut. You lack the subtly of punishment that you get as an elder.
No reason to be catty. I’ve got, you know, that hormone thing to deal with.
Yeah, maybe you do. Keep in your pants until we get her spiked, then, certainly, skull fuck her, as the saying goes.
You are so wise.
Don’t get smart. I’m sure if I ask Mr. West nicely, I might get to punish you a bit. It’s been years since I punished a young stud.
Hearing this byplay, Lilly redoubles her attempt to escape from Ian's grip. Ian sighs and hit the blonde with another stunning jolt from the taser. Lilly collapses into Ian's arms.
We may have to just drag her to the spikes. She doesn’t seem like we can frog march her there.
Well, drag her ass over to the nearest spike. We will skip the placement that we have been using.
Lilly is dragged by Ian to the nearest spike. She is positioned over it.
Want me to pain zap her to wake her up before we spike her?
No, the spike penetrating her cervix into her uterus should wake her up enough.
OK. But I’d like to zap the bitch.
Do that after violating her mouth as a parting gift.
Lilly is pushed down on to the spike. After about ten inches has entered her, she jerks and screams.
AAHHHHHHHHH! MY GOD, TAKE IT OUT!
See, I told you she would regain her senses.
The sadistic mistress continues to push the young, hapless teen down on to the spike.
AHHHHH IT HURTS. STOP, PLEASE STOP!!!
In response, Mistress Greene shoves her farther down, far enough that the teen is forced to her knees.
Ah, that will do. That’s how I’d like to put all these bitches.
Ah, I got to ask you, what is your day job?
Well, it’s more of a night job, but I’m the designated flogger at several of the clubs in town. Include some clubs where the victims are free women. It’s too bad I’m not allowed to go beyond flogging the little girls who think they are being so edgy by dancing in a club. Hold her head now.
Oh, you really are going to carve your initials into her?
Mistress Greene’s signet ring
Not my initials, my signet, which, while related, not quite the same thing. See, look at my ring, it has on it.
That’s pretty complex. Can you put that on her?
Of course. She’s not the first. Granted, I normally put it on a shoulder blade of a personal slave, but her forehead will do for this. And one lady who wanted to feel like a slave. I understand her boyfriend converted her, then sold her to The Torture Channel a few months later. It’s too bad I found out about that too late. She was already marked, she would have made a fine addition to my slave stable.
Ian holds Lilly's head steady from the back. Mistree Greene produces her dagger from wherever it is hidden in the rear of her corset and starts to move towards her victim.
NOOOO, PLEASE TAKE ME OFF! DON’T CUT MY FACE!
Oh, it’s far too late for that. You have managed to piss me off. I’m just sorry I can’t nick your artery and make you bleed out faster. Well, to be honest, I’m not sure about that. You’re dead either way, and the spike will keep you in pain until the very end. Now hold her tight.
Ian holds Lilly tightly. Mistress Greene, using just the tip of her dagger, carves an ornate M into the teen's forehead.
Mistress Greene produces a black handkerchief from somewhere behind her back, and cleans the blood from the teen's forehead, and examines her work. She touches up part of a stem of the M.
Well, we about a third done now.
AHHHHH, PLEASE STOP!!!
I’m amazed that she even feels this. Push her down a little more.
Ian follows Ms Greene's instructions and pushes Lilly down another inch.
AHHHHH! PLEASE STOP!
Ah, that’s better. Hold her head steady again.
With that, she starts to engrave an ornate G over the M.
AHHHHH!
Seems like her face is more sensitive than I expected.
Ms. Greene finished the G.
OK, only the border left to do. I think I’ll do the square version, all things considered.
She blots the blood from Lilly, then cuts a square around the signet. Once done with that, she adds some detail work to each of the corners of the square.
It’s too bad I don’t have any salt water with me. Dripping it on open wounds always makes for such lovely noises.
Ohh, please stop, I’ll do anything, just take me off this…
Ian, please push her down as far as she will go, and we are done here.
The handkerchief and dagger return to their hiding place.
OK. I really need to get back to Mr. West. I’ll come back when I’m free to use her mouth. She’s thrashing around too much for that to be safe right now.
And I thought that Sheila was bad. She could have Faith and the rest take lessons from this bitch. Need to be polite around her. While I’m fairly sure Mr. West will not have her punish me, I don’t want to risk it, even if it’s not fatal. Ian thought as he returns to his boss.
Kaylee and Vicky discuss talking to Mistress Greene after seeing the spiking and cutting of Lilly’s head.
Kaylee, Vicky, and Denise watch Ms Greene's finishing touches on Lilly. Vicky looks passive, Kaylee looks shocked and Denise looks apprehensive, knowing that something like that awaited her.
What a bitch!
Well, she’s a mistress working as a dominatrix, being a bitch is her job.
Kaylee thinks about it for a minute.
Vic… there’s no way that Ms. Greene can have me converted somehow if I go over there, right?
No, she can’t convert you, unless you let her fuck you a few times with a strap on. I know she’s got some sex slaves, so she does do girls, but really that’s about it. Now your dad, he can convert you.
Cool… then Vicky, do YOU mind if we go ask her? I don’t mean to make you look bad or anything.
Looks bad, this is my life we are talking about… isn’t that more important then if this girl looks bad at work?!?!?!
Kaylee and Vicky at the same time: “NO!!!””
Don’t make me taser you again.
Hey, that’s not funny!
Be good, and I won’t taser you at the same time. Sorry about the stray darts, should have said that as soon as I knew who you were. But I was pissed.
O.k. o.k. you don’t have to be such bitches, as I said, I think I can get you a couple of my sisters… I’ll be good. Who do we have to talk to?
See, she will be good. And all it took was probably being killed in one of the three worst ways I can think of to kill a girl. But still, like she said, lead the way, “mistress” Vicky.
Don’t call me that. A real one might hear you and get pissed. We just saw what that can mean.
Kaylee waits for Vicky to stop ruining her joke and to lead the way already
Well, let’s get going. No time like the present to find out whether I’ve pissed off a professional bitch or not.
Where have you been? I was starting to worry about you. Is she one of the Thomas girls?
Yes, she is. She ran, and it took some work to get her. My friend Kaylee here actually tripped her, which is the only reason why I got her at all; she’s really fast.
Umm, I have a question. The bitch said that she could get a couple of her sisters as slaves if we talked to her parents. Can we go looking for them and see if that’s true?
I don’t have any problems with that, but her owner that wanted to sell her to the club might. You need to talk to her as well. Don’t take too long. If it takes more than fifteen minutes to find them, bring her back here, and we’ll spike her anyway.
Kaylee looked exited and bounced on her toes a couple of times.
Denise followed suit, but actually fully jumped up & down.
<whispered>She is being awfully nice for a pro bitch, she must know something we don’t know. Or that might just be my slave instinct kicking in. She scares me more than Mr. West or Miss Debby-Ann does. She’s brutal and likes it.
<whisperd>VICKY, don’t say that right in front of her
Sorry, Miss Greene… umm… We should probably be going to find her mom and dad, if that is o.k with you? Umm, sorry, I don’t know if there is like a protocol when speaking with a mistress.
Have fun. Vicky, see if you can drum up some more sluts on spikes. We’ve got a lot of them to fill today.
Ok, Mistress, we will. Come on, let’s go find Mr. Thomas and see how he feels about the rest of his daughters.
The three girls go searching for Denise’s family.
Denies lead the way… We don’t know who your parents are.
Yes, benevolent and awesome savior.
Denise turns and starts moving toward the pool, betting with herself that her parents would be sunbathing so that they could both tan while her mom read a book and her dad watched the hot girls with pool bodies. Kaylee winks at Vicky as Denise turns around and starts to lead the way.
Yeah, let’s go find your dad and see how he really feels about you and your sisters.
Oh, I am daddies favorite. The only reason why he didn’t buy me is he didn’t know I was for sale until it was too late, and the bitch wouldn’t sell me back to him, so I’m sure he’ll make the trade.
Well, I hope so for your sake, but we still have to deal with mistress Compton. She has a vested interest in getting you on a spike. You’re worth a lot of money that way.
I’m sure daddy will talk to her. Maybe give her one of the other girls.
You’re asking a lot out of your dad. You keep talking about “the other girls”. How many sisters do you have?
Ten older, my triplet sisters, and four younger, a set of quads. They just had their magic birthday last month.
And you’re sure you’re his favorite out of all seventeen?
Yes, I’m sure. If he had known I was for sale, he would have bought me, or if the bitch had let him buy me, I’d be safe today.
But neither of those happened. Kaylee, I wouldn’t get my hopes too far up about her.
Traci Thomas
There’s Mommy! huh, I’ve never seen that swimsuit before. It’s more reveling than mommy usually wears. She’s the one wearing the one piece that shows her boobs…
I’ll bet it’s your dad’s idea.
Yeah, probably. He might have wanted her to be naked, and that was the compromise.
Well, she’s got nice tits for a woman of her age that has had 17 kids. She’ll get the MILF bonus when your dad sells her.
Daddy loves Mommy. He’d never sell her!
Sure, I’m sure that true…
You’re being mean, you don’t know anything about my family!
Yah, well, Kaylee, this is your idea, why don’t you two go talk to Mr. Thomas.
Sure, Denise, you and I Just have to worry about your mom giving me two of your sisters. That’s the first step for you leaving here upright today, o.k.?
Kaylee pats her head.
It’s my job to try to get you out of trouble after that. But they aren’t necessarily related, except that If I can’t get a couple of your sisters, then you don’t have to worry about going free because I will help Vicky carry you back to the spikes, o.k.?
Denise grimaces.
Hey, hey, If you CAN get your, “mommy” or your dad to give me some of your sisters or if you can get two sisters to volunteer to be my slaves, then I will try my very best to get you home safe today… to someone’s home safe today. But I’m not going to lie, even if I fail at that second part, I’m happy once I have a couple of slaves as cute as you for myself, Denise.
Kaylee looks Denise over, appraisingly.
I WILL try, though; ‘cross my heart and hope to snuff it, stick a spitter in my cunt lips.
Kaylee makes the matching hand gestures
Denise! I haven’t seen you since, you know, the bad game your team had!
Yes, dear?
Denise runs away from the Vicky & Kaylee and over to hug her mom.
MOMMY! I missed you so much!
Denies wrapped her arms around her mother and gave her a peck on the lips and a big kiss on the cheek
I missed you too. how have you been, it hasn’t been too terrible, has it?
It’s been… It’s been mostly o.k. up to now. Sleeping on the floor isn’t great, but it has a plushy carpet and Katherine lets me go to school with her most days as long as I go topless and eat her out during study hall and let people pay her to make me do things too them…. Its… I try to be a good girl, but if I don’t do what she says, she will kill me.
Well, that seems better than what happened to that girl from your squad that was roasted as part of the post game celebration. And who are your friends?
Oh, no! That’s horrible… Did you see who?
The other ones on your squad. I noticed that some of them, well, got eaten. And not the fun way.
Oh, no! That’s horrible… Did you see who?
I’m not sure what her name was. She was tall for a girl and had big breasts. Maybe Hannah? or Terra or Clare? Guys at sports games like to see that sort of thing happen to that kind of girl, you know? Men like to watch them get killed in gruesome ways, I mean. I’m so glad that didn’t happen to you!
Hi Mrs. Thomas, I am Kaylee Emmerson and this is Victoria Woods
OH, NO! it wasn’t Lia! It probably was… But… I mean… I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, but she wasn’t well liked and…
Actually, Mrs. Thomas, that’s what we wanted to talk to you about. Do you have a moment?
Just a moment…
Vicky looks slightly worried about the pace of this conversation
Yes, I’ve got all the time you need.
What’s going on here? Denise, why aren’t you with your mistress? I’m surprised she would let you out of her sight at a big thing like this.
Dear, let her talk. I’m sure she has a good reason for this.
DADDY!!!!
Denise runs up to her dad and gives him a big hug and a kiss on the lips.
I’m glad to see you too, pumpkin, but what’s going on?
I need help. Like, really need help. I think Lilly and Vivian are already dead or dying but I… but If you help me, I think maybe I won’t. These girls can help explain it, Daddy.
Denise points at Kaylee
OK, hold on. What is going on here, miss? Why isn’t she with her owner, and why are my other two dead or dying? I’m confused here.
Mr. Thomas, hi, My name is Kaylee Emmerson, you might know my dad, he did business with Mister Cook, and also they were friends, My dads Name is Cap Emmerson.
I am not sure if I know him.
Umm, this is my friend Vicky, she works for Spellbook Slaves.
Kaylee makes a little hand gesture to Vicky to follow my lead.
I actually just ran into your daughter a few minutes ago… Funny story, actually. She was running, I thought her and Vicky were playing tag and I tackled her, so Vicky could catch her. But what Vicky and Denise said was actually going on is that your daughter’s owner sold her and her sisters to go be decorations for the party by sitting down on some of those short spikes that are littered around the field for people to use and ogle while they chat and mingle, you know?
Kaylee pauses for a moment to make sure Mr. Thomas is following her, so far.
Yes, go on. I’ve heard about the cousins being used for decorations.
Well, daddy, you see…
Well, the thing is, I offered to try to get Denise out of it in exchange for a favor. Denise seems to think that she can get two of her sisters or half sisters or cousins or something to be my slaves. I said if that happens, I would do my best to get her out of being spiked. I thought she might have a couple of relatives who might want to volunteer, but she said that you might be happy to just give me two girls to get her out of trouble.
Well, Stephanie and her sisters are old enough now, dear. Maybe Denise’s owner might take one of them in trade, and we could sell Melinda and Hanna to this young lady… You have been saying that we either need a smaller family or a larger house.
I couldn’t buy them from you, but if you give them to me, I will do my upmost to make sure that Denise lives through at least today. As you said, it’s really her owners’ decision, but if she doesn’t die today, she at least won’t die like that. I would also NOT kill the two you give me for at least 4 months minimum. I can give you that promise. And I mean, if you’re reaching the end of your ability to care for all of them, why not give them to me. you make money by me having to pay for their expenses instead of you having to keep up with fashion and school trips and birth control pills, etc. I would be happy to take any of your girl’s off your hands, though Denise did mention that she has some little sisters who just had their sweet… umm… magical birthday. She said they were stereotypical annoying little sisters. Maybe you want to have twins instead of quads? I certainly wouldn’t mind being older than my slaves instead of younger… That said, I would honestly be willing to help-out by taking any two off your hands.
Well, there is the matter of taxes. Even if I were to sell them to you for, like, a dollar, the feds would want their money. I mean, I’m not opposed to selling them, but I’m not going to lose money on the deal. Well, hm. The thing about converting granddaughters. You get part of that 20 million. Need to think about that. I’ll bet that will be more than 500 then.
Vicky sighs.
Well, umm… Excuse me, Mr. Thomas, There are two things that occur to me about the taxes.
Vicky gives an awkward wave as she takes a few steps to join the group and talk.
The first thing that crosses my mind is, do you think you could, convince, or, “convince” any of your daughters to volunteer? Because if they volunteer, there won’t be any taxes to pay. You would be saving Denise’s life, saving money, and losing nothing of particular value. Umm, depending on the daughters of course and how much they mean to you. A girl, many girls, have value in and of themselves, though looking at her, I would say that kind of emotional value might also apply to Denise she seemed to think it would.
Thank you sir, First, I need to know whether Denise was just wasting our time or not, could you, in principle, give me two other girls to save her??
Ah, I suppose, not any girl, but there are two or three I would be willing to give up for Denise, yes.
You are? Really?
Yes.
GREAT! It seems, from what your wife is saying, like you’re in a bit of a pickle with how many children you have at present anyway. I doubt the club will care much about exactly who they spit. Why not let me see what I can do? all I need from you is two girls. I bet your wife would say that two girls living with a nice mistress like me in exchange for even the chance that Denise doesn’t die in the most painful way possible is worth the risk, wouldn’t you say, Mrs. Thomas? Mr. Thomas?
Well, yes, to be fair, I’d rather have Denise that say Melinda or Hanna, but that’s really his call.
You wouldn’t get to keep any of the three, but that isn’t really the point
Yes, this sounds…… something, but I am not sure, besides the fact that you have no way of assuring me that you would be successful in actually helping Denise, there is the issue that Melinda and Hanna, and in fact all of her sisters are worth a LOT of money today in the form of shares of their grandfather’s estate. I wasn’t going to sell any of them today, but now that you have me thinking about who much I love which daughter I have started to. I am now strongly considering selling each and every one of my daughters and starting over with a big pile of money. Even Traci is worth a pretty penny today. If I am selling girls, why not sell the whole family and start over? As the saying goes, a man can see a whole lot of women from atop a pile of money.
Kaylee elbows Vicky in the side.
Indeed, that’s true Mr. Thomas, the thing is, as things stand right now… you’re not really in a place to claim any of that money. Denise, here, ran from a designated agent of a slaver. Kaylee not only witnessed it but aided in the capture as a good Samaritan. If we go to my boss right now, well, I should tell him what happened and then all the females in your family would be converted by the state… You wouldn’t get any of that. More over… If your wife is one of the daughters of the dearly departed… Well, that would mean a lot of the people here today would be losing out on significant money as they would suddenly lose the right to sell any of their daughters, any of Denis’s cousins… I would think that would make your family… or rather you, fairly unhappy. It would also just be bad for you… YOU would miss out on a lot of money. but I mean… I’m just a silly ditz teenaged girl, complicated things like federal law and slave seizure tend to fall right on out of my head whenever I shake it and Kaylee here is a dirty Jew, there’s a reason they aren’t allowed into clubs like this, right? So unscrupulous… Why, I bet she could even be convinced to forget about what Denise did if you gave her a couple of your daughters. then it would just be my word against yours, and you’re a man, after all. Why would I even bother telling anyone at that point?
Hmm. You’re saying I give up three shares of my father-in-law’s estate and $1,000 cash or loss the rights to all of my children and make an enemy out of many of the richest people in the state. Is that what you’re blackmailing me with?
Vicky tries to consider what all the various repercussions of the next few seconds could be depending on how she responds to that question. Unfortunately, what she had said about being a ditz was actually partially true, so Vicky decided to go the simple route
Yes, sir, that is precisely what I am blackmailing you with.
I see, well, there isn’t anything I can do about it, I suppose you little Lilith, but I’m not giving you Caitlin or Naomi, either.
Sir, I don’t think I or Vicky really care what you do with your daughters as long as I get two of them first, you know?
Sure, but I’m not clear on how I can give them to you without dealing with the taxes.
Well before I was going to suggest that you just make two of them volunteer, and I was going to work the rest out with Vicky’s boss… but now… I mean… I think you should sell me two for a dollar. What is loosing an additional 500 dollars when you stand to make so much more by selling the rest? Not to mention assuring your bodily safety from a clan of angry rich old-money elites? I mean, if all the Cook girls get converted by the state, you get nothing but a bunch of VERY angry brothers and sisters-in-law. If you sell two to me for a buck, you get thousands of dollars minus $1,000; $1,002 technically. And because I am a girl of my word, I will still promise to do my best to make sure Denise isn’t spitted, even just because I promised her I would.
Melinda, Hanna, Stephanie, and Patricia
Well, if you put it that way. Melinda, Hanna, Stephanie, and Patricia come here.
Four girls who were wading in the shallow end in of the pool chatting with other girls look up when they hear their names one they all look over and one of them shouts out
You need us, Daddy? Yes, I do! Kaylee, chose 2.
The four girls run over
Umm, are these girls quads?
Yes they are, my last
Two sets of twins? Sorry, I mean two sets of fraternal twins? or two sets of identical twins that are fraternal with each other? Is there a word for that?
Yeah, the doctor was confused as well…
Huh, Can I have one of each?
He wanted to study them, but there is the whole age thing.
Sure you can, Kaylee.
Denise waves happily but quietly at her sisters as they discuss.
Do any of you play any instruments?
We play rock band, does that count?
No it does not, you should feel bad about asking. But… Maybe one of you could play foot petal sometimes. Are any of you good at math? No… You don’t look like you’re going to be good at math. That was silly. Do any of you cook, though?
I’ve got a straight A average. And Hanna is a great cook.
That’s good… Neither of you got less than a B on the orals skills section of freshman sex ed, did you?
Ah, well, no, why does that matter? Stephanie got an A+ And the teacher used her as a demo girl, a lot.
OOO that’s nice, so Patty any special talents? Speak now or forever hold your peace
Well, I fold clothes and keep the house tidy. Mom says I’m the best maid she ever had.
Aww, that’s nice. I’m sure your mom will miss you.
The girls look confused
Mr. Thomas, I think I would like Hanna and Stephane. If eating and sex are the finest pleasures, then I would like the girls who can give them.
Well, we need to talk to the slavers, I think. Plus, daddy always says that it’s dangerous if slaves are too smart.
Yes sir. And sir, I really will do my best for Denise… I can’t promise anything, but I think I have shown here that I am good at getting what I want.
Well, since she really belongs to the club, I’ll put in a word with Mistress Greene about a 2 for one swap, that might keep her off the spike for this one any way. Did I mention I’m on the club board of directors?
Oh, um sorry, no… I am sorry that could be confusing, no I am not willing to give up Either Stephany or Hanna for her. Much less both, but I will see if there is anything else I can do.
Oh, no, I meant Melinda and Patricia.
Kaylee whispers to Mr. Thomas
Sir… Are sure you want her leaving here today? She… Is kinda a blabbermouth and if she told anyone… I mean, it’s a legal matter. I mean, she was willing to tell me enough to make a deal with you just to save her skin… It seems like you love her but… Well, it’s up to you.
Mr. Thomas whispers back
If she reverts to the mistress, the mistress can threaten her with an even slower and more painful death.
Sir… They are mistresses, if she told them, they would stand to gain a whole host of cheap slaves to start a business with… Plus, she belongs to the club now anyway, not the mistresses.
Well, like I said, I’m on the board.
It’s your choice, sir, of course.
Drat… I was hoping to fail at trying to save her… Well, who knew I was so good at saving skanks… technically I just saved three lives
Well, let me think about it on the way to the Spellbook vans. Come on everyone, you too Traci.
Me… I… I was hoping to take a few minutes to say goodbye to the other kids while you are getting things sorted out with the little Jew blackmailer and the slavers. I won’t get to see them again after today
Oh, I wouldn’t say that. We sell mothers and daughters together all the time.
I am sure OTHER People do that Other times, but that isn’t what My husband is doing NOW. We were high school sweethearts, you know. Our bond is close enough that I will love him and eventually forgive him, even for selling off my daughters. Now run along you little hateful charlatan and let me say good by to my girls!
Let’s not keep people waiting, come on. That means you too, Traci.
Glen, please, you only need one parent to convert the kids. I am fine with you doing it if that’s what needs to happen, please just let me take the few minutes to say good by to the girls I have spent the last 20 years of my life making loving and raising for you. Besides, what good am I going to do while you men folk and these two little miscreants discuss business?
Well, I’m given serious thought to selling you as well. I’m still thinking about it. If you don’t come along, I’ll have this girl hit you with a taser shot, and I’ll drag you there. Now let’s go.
I’ve got 5 shots left before I have to reload. Just give me the word, sir.
Traci starts walking, but tears start to slowly drip down her face
Glen, why would you sell me? We have never really fought, we hate all the same things and like the same movies… Glen, you’re my best friend, we’ve known each other since we were kids. Why are you being like this?
Well, while you still look good for a 40-year-old, well, you’re still 40. And if I’m gonna start over, well, I’m gonna start over. Plus, to be honest, you’re worth a lot of money if I sell you in the next 3 days.
Honey, think about it. You’re going to get old eventually. If you want some young slave to fuck, that’s fine, but don’t you want to have someone who gets you? When you’re 80, don’t you want someone around you can talk to? I don’t understand why you want to, “start over” why you think your new daughters will be better than the ones we have spent our lives raising together, but fine. There are a few thousand dollars to be made today. Fine, let’s go for it, spend the money on some hot little baby incubator, maybe we’ll even get a boy out of it to follow in your footsteps, but why get rid of me at the same time? We have plenty of money and plenty more coming today. Do you really want to throw away a lifetime of love and friendship for a few hundred bucks?
You make good points. I’ll think about them as we go there.
Fine, I hope you will.
Traci doesn't say anything else as they all walk to the Spellbook position.
The Thomas family goes to the unofficial Spellbook Slave’s headquarters.
My name is Glen Thomas and I have a sort of complex thing to do here.
Mr. Thomas, let’s hear it and see if we can handle it.
Well, let start with the easy one. I want Melinda and Patricia sold to the club as decorations. Sorry, Kaylee, you are going to have to talk to Marcia about Denise on your own.
That was the easy one. Let’s see about Hanna and Steph
That’s just fine, sir, that was my plan to begin with.
Glad we are on the same page.
Kaylee pulls two dollar bills out of her back pocket.
And I want to sell Hanna and Stephanie to Ms Emmerson here.
Hey boss man, I think you will be proud of me for helping set up the rest of this.
OK, Vicky, let’s see what the rest is.
That covers the youngest set. Now Belinda, Dana, Caitlin, Gabriela and Naomi, the next five, I want to sell them to you, but I’d like them to have sold on to someone that use them harshly, ideally as torture or snuff bunnies…
GLEN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Be quiet, I’m still thinking about you.
Now for Sherri, Candace, Kristina, Abby, and Samantha, If it’s possible, I’d like them sold as a set of sex slaves. I understand that you some time sell mothers and their teen daughters together.
GLENN, Please think!
She really starts to bawl.
You’re going to be so lonely. Just I don’t want that for you
Yes, but normally only 2 or 3 teens. Five would be pushing it. There isn’t a problem selling them a set, but with the mother would tricky. Not quite the market for that size group of teens with a MILF mother. She does qualify as a MILF, for what it’s worth. A lot of the older daughters of Emmet don’t.
Hmm. Well, I would rather not sell her unless she can be with at least some of the kids. Guess I’ll keep her, at least for now.
You know why my dad hates girls so much? Because he never had what we have. please, I…
Thank you, thank you, husband.
OK, let me see if I have this right. Two to the club. Payment for them comes from the club. I’m just the middle man. 10 teens, with varying end uses. And 2 to the young lady.
Right, and I said I would cover the sales tax on them.
Kaylee smiles and holds up the two dollars
But I am paying for them… I have a dollar each for them.
Well, that’s between him and you. OK, let me look at the girls.
Mike gets out his phone and runs the slaver grade app on the girls.
Hmm. Most of them are A-, but Abby and Samantha, A+. Let me figures some numbers…
Based on their grade and age group, I can offer eleven thousand three hundred for all 10. Plus, of course, there would be some shares in the trust fund. That includes subtracting the 500 in tax that you said you are covering.
We might want to consider keeping the oldest two, they are doing well in college. It’s your choice, but it is something to consider, biology is a good field.
That would lower your take home to nine thousand. Of course, if they are going to Eastlake University, there is a good chance that they will be converted anyway. That school has like 50% conversion rate, over a student four years. Of course, sorority members skew those numbers, given their conversion rates.
And I’ve got a question for you, Vicky, why isn’t this bit of wolf food on a spike right now?
She was important to making this deal happen. She said she could get other girls converted if I let her see her dad. I thought you would rather make the money.
Mr. West?
Yes young lady?
It’s mostly my fault, I convinced Vicky to let us try. Vicky did get Mistress Greene’s permission first.
Well, that’s between you and her. But I suspect you need to get to work on that before she becomes angry. She’s not a lady you want to get angry. As I recall the club rules, she can flog you if you are just a dependent of a member when the dependent has violated club rules. Convertible dependents are just slightly above slaves in rights here. They somehow got an ordinance about that pushed through the city council.
Vicky and Kaylee together: “Yes sir.”
Denice starts looking between all the parties involved a bit nervously as things continue. Why… shouldn’t they have mentioned me being freed by now? wasn’t that the whole point of this? When is daddy going to tell them to let me go?
Well, Evan, you need to strip these two and take them to Marcia. Plus, Vicky, whatever you have planned for wolf food here.
Who’s “Marcia”?
Mistress Greene. I suggest you not call her that.
Wait! What? DADDY, MOM? YOU’RE NOT REALLY GOING TO LET THEM PUT US ON SPIKES, ARE YOU?!?
Of course. I’m on the board here. It’s expected of me to supply some decorations. I think I’ll keep the older two, they’re only a year from graduation, would hate to just waste that money.
How do you want the money? For this amount, we recommend bank transfer, but I can give you a loaded debit card. Vicky, Ian, do some blood tests. Ian, if they are green, take them to the van and then to the shop.
But before you go, am I to understand that this whole transaction is to do to your efforts, young lady?
It wasn’t all me, Denise said some things, I convinced Vicky to let us try to see where things went. I would say I had the ideas and Vicky helped execute them. I don’t think Mistress Greene would have listened to me, and Vicky made the hard sell on Mr. Thomas when he was about to walk away.
The two girls look at each other.
I think it was a team effort, but I was the one who convinced Vicky to give it a try, so if you’re upset you should consider it to be my fault.
Well, even so, this seems like you have a head for the slaving business, even if you aren’t a mitten. I’d like to offer you an internship. Normally, those go to mittens, but there isn’t anything in stone about that. Because it’s an internship, I can get away with paying you less than local wages, but after it’s over, I almost guarantee a post at the shop at local wage parity.
Please, Kaylee, take it! We could be together again.
I would like to see Vicky… I would still get to go to school?
But Ka…
SHHH!
Of course. This would be work study as part of a business class. Normally, it would be the mistress class, but some others could work.
Vicky looks a little nervous.
I would have to look over what options there are.
If I’m not in the business class? Could it count as college credits? Do you have any deals with the local colleges?
Yes, I can do that. Would you rather it be for Eastlake University or the community college?
The community college. I would have set hours? And none of them could be during school hours, right? And I would be able to work out a monthly schedule to fit extracurriculars in?
But…
Vicky hush.
Well, with in reason, sure.
Would I have a contract that would state that in writing?
This offer is void if you are or turn in to a cheerleader, but anyway. And, of course, you would have an employment contract.
I am not a cheerleader… but just out of curiosity, why would it matter?
She puts the back of her hand on her forehead, looks at the sky.
Isn’t my business acumen, physical beauty and radiant charisma worth a job offer regardless of my after school interests?
Because cheerleaders have about an 80 percent chance of being converted or roasted. If you were a boy, I’d say you had brass ones.
Maybe I have brass ovaries? I am not a cheerleader. I am on a swim team, though, and I go to state speech competitions.
KAYLEE!
VICKY!
We can handle those.
Kaylee, looking at Vicky and thinking rationally.
Mr. West, do you have one of these internship contracts here by any chance?
Well, I have my tablet with a private, secure connection to the office server, so, yeah, I have all my paperwork available. I am not sure how I did out of the office work before good wireless net access.
Are there any protections from outside enslavement that are part of the contract, and on a similar note, are there any elements of the contract that could result in my enslavement?
Well, to be honest, the non Mistress in Training contract does have a conversion clause. I would have to tweak the mitten one for you.
What is the conversion clause, and does it come with some sort of hold or claim on a slave that would be made from me if another entity enslaved me?
Of course, this would much easier if you would become a mistress in training next semester.
Kaylee, he’s my boss.
Just another minute, please, Vicky.
Well, yeah. If you get converted by anything apart from being a volunteer, we would have the right of first refusal on you. And the conversion clause is for things that would normally just get you fired in the old days.
And under what conditions could you enslave me? What about if I quit?
If you did, “fire for cause” actions, as defined by Oklahoma labor laws. For what it’s worth, I’ve never contract converted anyone. Had 3 volunteers, as it happens. And you can quit with 2 weeks’ notice.
And you couldn’t just add hours above the five hours that kids are allowed to work in this state, and you can’t schedule them during normal school hours and have to make accommodations for extracurriculars as discussed, right?
Normal school hours? but you are…
Kaylee places her hand over Vicky's mouth, sweating just a little bit.
If you print that up, I will sign right now.
Well, I’m not about to break labor laws for one, to be honest, grade A- slave. Not worth my business license. And I don’t print shit. I’ve been paper less for 5 years. Let me make the mods to a contract and you can sign it on the tablet. Vicky, you have something to say here? And Kaylee let her talk.
I mean… she is just a slave, should she really be interrupting two people talking business?
Wait… she’s a slave? I thought she worked for Spellbook?
I want to hear what she has to say. She is trusted enough to carry weapons, after all. Vicky, did you ever say you were a free woman to Mr. Thomas?
Vicky licks Kaylee's hand and tickles it. Kaylee moves her hand and wipes it off on her pants.
Eeew, I hate it when you do that.
It works. No, not once did I say I was a free woman. I may not be the smartest slave you have, but I’m smart enough to not say I’m free to a man.
The brunette implied it, though.
Kaylee makes an innocent expression and body language, and after a moment she whistles.
We will discuss this later, Vicky. Maybe with Faith’s help.
Look what is done, is done and everyone… and I do mean everyone is richer for it.
Sorry, Kaylee, if I didn’t tell him I would be tortured or snuffed for sure. Kaylee can’t become a mitten because she doesn’t go to public school.
Oh?
Her parents won’t let her. They home school her.
Oh. That changes things a little. There are mistress classes that aren’t for students.
They don’t think that girls should go to normal school.
Safer that way, I suspect.
Yah… they just think that girls don’t need to learn history or about science and stuff and should be available for cooking and cleaning the home.
VICKY STOP!
I know her from 4H club, not from a school, and there is more.
Well, might have you tutored a bit then.
VICKY, you don’t need to tell him that part. It isn’t relevant.
Oh? I’m all ears. Tell me Vicky. Or tell Faith in her lair later.
He just said he would torture me, besides ethically, he owns me, and you’re making a business deal that involves me.
I’m your best friend. come on!
I’m waiting, and so is Mistress Greene. Please remember, Kaylee, she can flog you up to 50 lashes, if I recall the by laws right.
Umm, Mr. west. I will give you 100 dollars if you make the skinny one talk… this brunet may be a good saleswoman, but I believe she took me for a ride. Let’s air out the laundry.
Please.
Sorry, Kaylee. Mr. West, I happen to know that there is a person who has PPC rights over Kaylee.
Oh? That applies to most young girls today. That’s a major part of my business. When a young love affair ends, it is very, very common for the girl to end up converted and the young man a grand or so richer.
I wasn’t going to mention anything before because it wasn’t relevant, but then she started negotiating the contract without telling the whole truth, and you’re my boss.
And plenty of grown women for that matter. And it is your owner. Not your boss. Please keep that in mind.
Right, but you could probably use the knowledge to get a better contract… or make the person an offer… I think he might even be here.
It’s too embarrassing PLEASE VICKY, you have said enough to affect the contract, please don’t tell him who…
Well, not actually affect the contract. Just makes sure that the conversion clause is in it.
Mr. Thomas holds up a $100 bill
Mike waves it off
Vicky?
It’s her brother. her parents put her in charge of his sexual education. The little brat recorded it.
That’s not as unusual as you might think. Do about five to ten a year. Mainly Westside, I’ll grant. Southside incest seems to be father daughter/stepdaughter, not brother/sister. Brother/Stepsister is really common, however. Maybe 10% of all PPC conversions.
He also came on her a few times while she was asleep, and she was too tired and just told him to, “finish up and go away” so it is consensual.
And has it happened in the last 30 days?
I don’t know, I have been with you sir, but judging by how scared she was probably?
I was asking Kaylee.
I would like to offer you one of my slaves in exchange for you not pursuing this line of inquiry any farther and ignoring what Vicky just told you.
Hmm. Let me see them.
Plus, you already profited $100 from hearing it.
Kaylee grabs the bill out of Mr. Thomas's hand and hands it to Mike.
HEY!
Oh, hush, you know you got what you wanted.
OK, I’ll take Stephanie and you can sign right now. If your brother tries to convert you, basically we get you. Granted, he gets fair market value for you. That’s about 900, based on what your grade appears to be, assuming no training certs. And since you tried to trick me about your status as a student, you’ll work the same hour as Vicky. That’s 12 hours a day, Sunday or Saturday off, assuming your parents go for that. If they don’t well, you’ll work as many hours as they allow you to.
Technically, I can only work 5 hours a day unless you make it worth school credit, can you do that thing where I get college credit for working for you?
Oh, sure. Not a problem there. I have a student work/study contract with Eastlake University. Haven’t used for a few years, but it’s still good.
Sigh, so let’s talk pay, minimum wage?
For at least the 1st 90 days, then maybe up to local scale.
Sounds good, works for me… But what if I gave up 2 dollars an hour in exchange for only working ten hours a day, and you let me off to go to dive team and speech team practice. And you guarantee me days off when I have meets and competitions, in addition to weekends and holidays? Sound good?
I’ll take the cut in pay for “only” 10 hours per day. And yeah, I’ll give you off for meets and competitions, assuming 2 weeks notice. And both Saturday and Sunday, plus federal holidays off-duty, assuming no major issues at the shop, which doesn’t happen often, but has. It’s not like a school district is going to decide to convert their entire senior class on a Friday afternoon again. At least without giving us some advanced warning.
One-week notice? You have dozens and dozens of slaves just fill in the pinch…
But not trained. I’m assuming that I’m going to have to spend the 1st week or two training you to run the desk. Took Vicky a week, but she had, ah, reasons to learn it quickly. Can’t threaten you, with, you know, torture or possibly being snuffed. Unless you sign a waiver, that is.
I do not want to sign a waiver, please
I really didn’t expect you to.
Umm, the thing is that in girls’ sports sometimes girls become unavailable last minute, you know?
Well, you would need to give notice of any event that you might end up in, even if you don’t end up going.
What I meant was sometimes I only get a week’s notice when the team needs someone to fill in.
Hmm. Well, if your coach will sign off on it, that would be OK. As long as it’s not a regular thing.
Deal, and I keep the cook slave? If I am being honest, I don’t even get to keep her. I was hoping to get to keep one, but My brother said he would convert me regardless of what if I didn’t get him a slave by the end of the month, and would rather not end up the same way they are. I figure giving him the cooking slave instead of the sex slave would be more fun for me and everyone else in the house. I was hoping to get to keep the other one, but I guess that isn’t going to happen.
Sorry, but you offered. And sex slaves sell for more than house slaves. Simple economics drove that decision.
So, wouldn’t you want to keep the sex slave?
I am keeping her, at least until some nice lesbian buys her.
Get a lot of those of late. Breaking in young sex slaves is always fun. And I’m starting to have enough ladies and mistress working for me that we can do lesbian breaking in house, don’t have to rent them out to get that done.
Right good… I was asking to keep the cook.
So, let me tweak the contract a bit. Sign here. After you read it, of course. But don’t take too long doing that. You gave me Stephanie already. In fact, Vicky, take her to the van.
Ah, Ian has left with it, with the rest of the family.
Oh. Yeah, slipped my mind. Well, put a collar on her and put her in whatever holding area we have set up. And Kaylee, my offer is open for five minutes, starting now.
Hey, she isn’t yours until I sign.
Your burning time.
Kaylee opens the contract and skims it, looking for words like, “conversion” “convert” “contractual” and “default.” She puts my finger down to sign, then pauses.
I can’t start until Monday. I need time to give my slave to my brother and to tell my parents etc.
Monday will be fine. Be at the shop at 7:00 AM sharp. You work until 5:30, with a 30-minute unpaid lunchtime.
7:00AM!!!
Yes. Being late will result in a write-up. 3 write-ups and you will be converted for cause.
But… That’s inhuman!
I’ll be there. And I’m more or less human. Regardless of what some now slaves may say.
I don’t even think the sun is up that early. Don’t you want me to get my beauty sleep?
Just go to bed early.
I would be able to sell more slaves if I had time to put on makeup… But… I don’t decide my bedtime…
You will be mainly working on the intake side of the shop to start with. Sales takes a different mind set, one that isn’t easy to train. And why don’t you decide your bedtime?
My parents decide my bedtime, and I have siblings.
Any sisters? I’ll make a deal with your parents for them.
Yes… Wait, no, that isn’t necessary.
Better pay, easier hours, they might go for it.
Wait… Do you want to PAY my sisters? Like hire them?
No, I want to buy them, of course. Better pay for you.
If I sign this, you won’t do that?
Bird.
Shut up, you brain – empty blond ditz.
Yes, but I hold the right to contact your parents if the situation requires it…
Do you mean if I am late to work? Wait… You can convert me if I am late three times?
I said being late is a write-up. 3 write-ups is a firing offense if male, conversion if female. There are some other offense that will get you a write-up, but you really have to fuck up to do that. Being late is the main one.
Three times quarterly or what?
Per year, of course. I’ll take doctors notes if you are missing a whole day or very late.
sigh Fine, I can’t believe you threatened my sisters because I don’t want to wake up before the roosters even do
Of course, in your case, you get to miss some days for your meetings and events.
Kaylee kicks the dirt a bit a couple of times, then she signs the document.
I didn’t threaten your sisters unless you think your parents would sell them.
Kaylee hands the tablet back to Mike.
Thank you, see you Monday. Now deal with this wolf food.
Hey! She promised to try to get her out of trouble…
That’s true, I did… I said I would TRY my best.
But I am not very optimistic, honestly. Come on, Denise, Vicky.
Kaylee, Vicky, Denise, and Hanna go back to Mistress Greene
It’s about time you got back. I had to spike 5 sluts all by myself, including both of her sisters. So what’s the deal with her now?
Kaylee & Vicky look at each other. Denise elbows Vicky.
Well, actually, we are supposed to talk to you about that. Well, not so much we, necessarily, but my friend Kaylee here is supposed to talk to you about that.
Kaylee sighs but takes a step forward.
Yes, I have been asked to talk to you about Denise. Specifically, what can be done to prevent her from being spiked today. I don’t want to say OR ask much before seeing how you feel about having a discussion about this issue.
Well, I’m not really one to talk much about sluts, but I’ll tell you one thing, from my standpoint one of the three of you is going on a spike, and to be clear, I really don’t care which. So talk among yourself before you start talking to me about it, keeping in mind my feelings on the subject right now.
Ma’am, I’m a free girl. You can’t put me on a spike. Moreover, I’m an employee of Spellbook slaves, and a member of this club. I do deserve a modicum of respect from its employees.
Meh. You can always volunteer, if Blondie here means that much to you. And I’m not just an employee, I’m an officer of the club’s board. I just work as a mistress as needed. And you are the daughter of a member, not the same, puts you just slightly above being a slave in importance. I’m surprised that your father hasn’t taken advantage of our punishment for wayward daughters program. Maybe I’ll mention it to him next time I see him. He might not know about it.
I’m not going to volunteer. However, this walking meat stick’s, points at Denice,
dad specifically wanted me to talk to you about not spiking her today, and he IS a member of the board and a client of Spellbook which means I am obligated to have this conversation with you at his request.
Hey, don’t call me that.
Shut up meaty-pop
OK, start talking. Vicky is a slave, I know that, so we might make a trade.
Well, I’m not authorized to trade Vicky, and unfortunately for both of us my personal slave Kaylee points to the remaining quad is already spoken for, BUT it does occur to me that there is a solution that can make everyone, including you, happy… Well, maybe not Denice… But Denice is just a dumb slut anyway, I mean look, points at her sisters she has already being face fucked on spike twice over, and she still has an attitude. But still, I think my solution will technically even fulfill Denise’s request, if you’re willing to hear me out.
Go on. I’m all ears.
Denise asked me to talk to you about getting her out of being spiked today, and that is the language her father used as well.
OH! Oh, that’s smart.
Currently, I prefer the term “wolf food”.
And the lawyer said that the owners of any grandkids get their money as long as they are snuffed out within the next three days!!!!!!
Vicky hops up and down.
Yes, but more today.
Huh??? I don’t get it…
So why don’t we allow the club to keep her and use her as a sex slave for two days for the same $500, and you can snuff her out in two days, how every you want, flay her and use her skin for golf gloves in the pro-shop and then live butcher her for use in the restaurant? Doesn’t really matter. You guys get a free rental slave plus materials, her owner gets her money. Denise and her dad get Two extra days of living for Denise and YOU, this is my favorite part, you get one extra-girl you can spit today because Denise here won’t be taking up the spike. I mean you’ve already spiked her twice pointing out her identical doubles again wouldn’t you rather have another DIFFERENT girl to spike?
Well, the codicil was explicit that there was an extra half share if they were spiked today, and half share is worth quite a lot.
Oh, is that true… Admittedly, I was trying NOT to listen as hard as possible… This whole thing is really depressing. I hate the girl slave trade.
Kaylee tussles Denis's hair one more time, mostly because it is really soft, and she looks adorable fixing it each time, then Kaylee gives her a shove toward Mistress Greene.
Sorry Denise, I guess you’re a spiked suck slut for the next bit, like your copies. Who knows, though, if you suck well enough and look pathetic enough, maybe someone will remember you or something.
But but but you said you would save me!
Looking back and forth between Vicky and Kaylee.
No! I said I would TRY to save you, and I did, and Ms. Greene said no. She even explained why it wouldn’t be feasible. The only other thing we could do would be to talk to your owner and Ms. Greene said we could only have you for 15 minutes and that was over 30 minutes ago. So, unless Ms. Greene wants to give you another 15 minute furlough, I have officially done my best and failed… Which, if I am honest, I was pretty sure I would from the start. You are now spike meat. Thank you for the free sisters, though… Oh, and for making my life safer. I really do have gratitude for that. You won’t be forgotten, at least not by me… Oh, HEY LOOK! YOU REALLY WILL BE REMEMBERED! and look at the bright side, You saved your little sister from getting spiked. She gets to live as our family’s masturbation aid. Who knows, she might get pregnant, and your genetic line might actually continue thanks to you. No problem ma’am, well, I assume you and Vicky have this from here right?
Yes, of course.
Thank you. Vicky, if you would, please. Why don’t you have this young lady help you? I understand I have a wife to whip the skin from her back. There are bets on how long she will stay alive or when she passes out. Oddly, not one of Mr. Cook’s daughters, just a member’s wife who is tired of her. That sort of thing makes putting up with the pigs on the board worthwhile.
Kaylee starts dusting her hands off
Vicky And Kaylee spike Denise
OK, let’s go, Denise.
You too, Hannah, I don’t want you out of my sight.
The four girls walk to the nearest spike.
OK, strip down or do we have to cut it off you?
No, I’ll strip. Please don’t do this. Please.
Sorry, I have to. Remember what the bitch said, she doesn’t care which one of us gets spiked and if you aren’t spiked before she gets back, she may spike me and deal with my owner after. I’m not risking that for a cheerleader.
Please. Tell her I ran away and you couldn’t get me.
That would just about ensure that I got spiked and Kaylee would get fifty lashes. Not happening. Now stand over the spike.
The doomed teen stands over the spike.
Please.
Vicky kicks Denise's legs out from under her. Denise drops on to the spike and lets out a cry.
AHHHHH, PLEASE TAKE ME OFF!
I really am sorry, but it’s either you or me, and I have the power here today. Maybe later I will not have the power, and I’ll be the one being snuffed, but I’m doing everything possible to avoid that, and if it means snuffing cheerleaders, well, the world has too many of those as it is.
Vicky pushes Denise down a little more. The amount of blood coming out Denise's vagina increases. Denise whimpers.
I might have his something important. You might bleed out faster. That would be a mercy right now.
Come on Kaylee, Hanna, we are done here.
That was… That was pretty brutal.
Well, yeah, being a slave is pretty brutal. I’ll grant the spikes are a little more brutal than most things. Except maybe a really slow spitting on Jessica or Vlad.
Hannah, Denise's last sister who isn't in a slave warehouse or on a spike, is silently bawling her eyes out as she follows Kaylee and Vicky after being pulled away from hugging her spiked sisters
Sigh, Dad always said there was no point to a spit roast if it wasn’t done on the slowest setting. Listen, Vicky, there is something I wanted to mention while we have a moment alone.
Well, depends on how many you are doing, I guess. People like Hills do dozens a day. What do you have to say?
I don’t have to say anything, but I wanted to ask.
Sure What?
Are you really not going to tell Mike about the runners?
Well, that depends. She’s not the only one. I’ll skip her if that matters to you. But yeah, some of them were almost harder than she was.
No, no. I think you should tell Mike like right away. You’re HIS SLAVE, V! I said ‘I’ wouldn’t talk about it, but, like he could kill you if he found out you let him miss that much money!
Well, ok then. You have a point. And she did piss me off.
Sure sure… Vicky… Are you o.k.?
I’m as OK as a work, not even an asset, slave can be. Mike’s not bad, but he still buys and sells girls like me every day.
That’s cool… And you don’t… You used to hate all the snuffing stuff… You’ve changed
You get used to it. He made me snuff all the slaves when tested the machines in the torture chamber. To be fair, I liked using the gun. The garrote, on the other hand, I never want to do that again. He’s given me training on the pistol, so I think he trusts me. I mean, he gave me a loaded gun several times. But we’ve got a couple of clients, an older couple, who go way beyond just snuffing a girl. They scare me. At least I’m not their type, by a long shot.
That’s good… I think its… Well, wait… Why did you say you never want to use the garrote again?
It’s far too personal and takes a lot of strength to do. You know you are cutting her throat or strangling her.
I… Didn’t think that would be your objection. You don’t think it’s scary that it has only been four months and your objection to garroting isn’t that you are killing another girl, but just that you might not be strong enough to do it, right?
Oh, no, that’s not it. It’s that you have to be really involved in it to do it. I feel sorry for the girls who are killed, but I have to think “at least it not me”. I wake up screaming every so often.
Keylee and Vicky hug.
You know, I have always secretly wanted to abolish female slavery, but the scary thing is, I kinda had fun today.
Yeah, Yeah, it was fun in a ghoulish sort of way.
I’ve always been homeschooled… Dad always said there was some genetic disease that made most girls different.
Yeah, I’ve been told that. A lot seemed to be, well, very passive about the whole thing.
But then my sisters and you and most of the girls in speech they all seemed normal, so I thought it was propaganda from my monster of a dad. But… Denise and her sisters…. Somehow… IDK, they felt like… Like they were people but somehow less? Does that make sense? Or do I just want that to be true? Is that how most girls are? It doesn’t mean it’s right to kill them if they want to live but…
Yeah, Yeah, I had a couple of girls who helped me spike themselves. It’s like they didn’t care. It’s what their father or mother wanted, so that what they do.
That’s crazy.
The world is crazy.
But even like Denise… She definitely wanted to live, but she was so like… ‘Head empty,’ you know? Is that what most of us are like?
Yeah, seems that way. They say the virus fucked up more than the ovaries in women, it did something to our brains. And to men, but in a different way. Not all women are like that, that is why there are so many mistresses and why they have classes for that in high schools.
But a lot are like Denise… Or worse, like those girls who just let themselves get spiked?
Yeah, it appears that way. You should take one of those private mistress classes while you still can.
Do you think Mike would put me in one?
Maybe. He like Debby-Ann and the other new mistress he hired in the last month or so. I don’t think he’s opposed the concept.
Does it run in families? Because if… When you tell Mike about the runners, ALL the girls here today except me and those weird Asians are going to end up as meat muffins. Even the young ones really, it will just take a bit longer.
Yeah, Yeah, I know, but you know, I sort of gotta, like you said. And yes, It runs in families. Of all the granddaughters, only one took a course. She cut the heart out of one of her aunts. It was brutal. She also set up the torture of the woman who was, in theory, her grandmother. Granted, she was his 4th wife and a lot younger than grandmother would indicate, actually just in her late 20s, maybe early 30s. Her “granddaughter” had her roasted for this party. If you stay around, you can have some of her.
Huh, So… Do you think all this really is culling the defective ‘excess’ girls like daddy says? Because we always thought that was just an excuse for gross guys to rape and murder fuck girls…
Seems that way. But there are a lot more women being born than are being killed. We out number men 68 to 1, and it’s getting worse, or better, depending on your perspective.
Oh, ah.
Kaylee rises as an eyebrow.
And what’s your point of view?
I don’t know. I know that in a few years we will be doing a lot of very young girls. I’ve heard of them wanting to lower the age as it is. There seem to be plenty of fathers who don’t like teens. And to be honest, plenty of mothers seem to think that they have too many daughters.
But… How are they going to tell girls like us from girls like the blond clones down there?
I don’t know. Take a mistress course while you can. I’m sorry I didn’t. Could have since I was 14.
I mean, if they don’t even let us get this old? like… I’m still doing my high-school coursework. Did you hear your boss… Trying to get that mom to come in and get her girls sex and meat graded 6 months before their sweet s… umm ‘magic’ ‘birthday?’ I mean… Can’t he just let them be happy for another six months?
It’s not his business to make girls happy. And right now, generally, it’s not mine either.
Uuugggg… It’s going to be my job to make girls unhappy, isn’t it?
Well, yeah, you’re going to be in the intake side. That’s where they get converted. Or volunteer, which happens a lot. Do you think Hanna is happy?
Kaylee looks over at Hanna.
She does not look happy. Oh, fuck… She’s a person… All that pressure… I wasn’t thinking about her as a person… Because it was… Is… Life or death…
Shit… Do you think I shouldn’t give her to my brother?
Hanna looks over at Vicky, hopefully
Well, does he have the money for the tax? If not, well, legally she still yours.
Kaylee's lips form a tight smirk despite her best efforts.
Nope, I don’t think so… But I wasn’t going to mention that until he realized he couldn’t actually take her from me. I was hoping to save at least two lives, but maybe even one… Well… Hey Hannah, do you have any opinions about all the stuff that has happened today?
For what it’s worth, her sister, that you gave to Mr. West, is going to end up a sex slave, which is sort of a lifesaver. We get plenty of lesbians looking for skilled, ah, girls. Plus, most of the lesbians that rent slaves don’t snuff them as part of a party. Can’t say that about a lot of the younger guys that rent teens.
Five of my sisters went on spikes. All but two of the others were sold as slaves. And some of those are earmarked to be tortured, maybe to death. I’m glad I got a girl owner, seems like the best thing that could happen. I mean besides staying free, but that wasn’t gonna happen today. Dad even wanted to sell mom, but she talked him out of it.
Yah… You didn’t know you were going to be converted today, right?
I thought it was possible, but I wasn’t sure. I thought daddy loved us too much.
Huh, I thought you would be more scared.
Why? What could I do? If I ran, I would end up on a spike like the rest of my quad that you didn’t get.
Kaylee reached inside Hanna's bikini bottoms to see whether she was wet or not.
Aren’t you worried about what might happen to you?
Kaylee said in a non-threateningly, but curious way.
What are you doing, why are you feeling me up? Should I be? I’m yeah, I’m a little worried, but you’re a girl like me. You’re safer than a boy, never mind a man. I’m nervous, but not scared. I mean, what can I do anyway? Please be nice.
Kaylee just looked at her and continued to feel, for a minute.
Are you trying to turn me on, mistress? Is that what I call you?
Huh, you’re not as scared as I think I would be if I was just made a cook and sex slave for a family that you learned was going to convert their daughter if they didn’t find another girl to be a slave instead.
Why? I mean, what can I do?
In any case, yes you should call me mistress, but you can call me Kaylee.
Kaylee starts massaging Hanna's clit.
But you should definitely call my dad Master, my mom mistress, and my brother young master.
Yes, Kaylee… Just to let you know, I’m ahhh, not really into ahhhh girls.
And I don’t care what he says, you should call him young master every time, it is his proper title and don’t tell him I told you had to do it.
Not like Steph, any way.
Hmh?
Oh, why are ahh, you are doing that in ahhh public??
As Hanna starts to get wet, Kaylee puts a finger inside her while continuing to rub her clit and do a bit of come hither.
Doing what? Did you understand my directions about my parents and brother?
You are ahh into girls, aren’t you Kaylee, I Ahhh. Any yes, ahhh, Call them master and mistress. And your brother too. What about your sisters? AHHH!
NO!
Kaylee pinches her clit hard for a moment before going back to her former routine.
Tell me, has a girl ever made you orgasm?
AHHHH! Well, yeah, in class, and well, sometime Steph liked to play with me. AHH!
A shame, I was hoping not, but that’s o.k.
Kaylee starts searching for her G spot
Now, do you remember what to call my brother?
Ahhhh, yes, young master.
Very good!
But I still don’t know what to call your sisters? By their names or what? AHHHH!
Kaylee gives her a peck on the lips as a reward.
I have changed my mind.
AHHHH!
Kaylee uses her other hand to focus on Hanna's clit, while her first hand searches hard for her G spot.
You can call me Miss Kaylee.
Yes, Miss… Kaylee… Ah! Keep doing that… Please!
My sisters you will call by their first names. o.k.?
OK. Ahh, do they like girls too?
Kaylee gives Hanna another peck on the lips when she said Miss Kaylee.
What should you call my sisters by?
Ahhh, their names. After I learn them… Ahhhh, please don’t stop!
Kaylee gives Hanna's clit a couple of light but sharp slaps, but removes her hands completely.
Please, I was so close. Please make me cum, Miss Kaylee.
What should you call all the members of my family?
Your dad master, your mom mistress, your brother young master, you Miss Kaylee, and your sisters by their first names. Please finish me off… Finnish me off.
Do you want me to snuff you?
Before Hanna can say anything, Kaylee leans in and kisses her deeply.
Hanna, after a moment, kisses back.
Kaylee breaks the kiss.
So you want me to snuff you?
No, please, don’t snuff me. Please.
Kaylee puts her hand back in Hanna's panties and starts massaging her clit again.
I’m not going to snuff you, at least not anytime soon.
Thank you… I’m so close.
But DON’T EVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!
Kaylee smacks her clit as hard as she can.
AHHHH YES! NEVER AGAIN!
Wait, did you enjoy getting smacked?
Yes. A little.
Kaylee pauses her massaging.
Fuck. Would you enjoy it if I smacked your face?
Yeah, that’s one of the things Naomi used to do. That and spanking games. I didn’t like it at first, but, well, now I get off on it.
Fuck, you’re going to end up snuffed for sure.
Kaylee starts rubbing again.
Please don’t snuff me.
I’m not going to, you’re going to let someone go too far, maybe me, probably someone else and that will be the end of one more girly pop. But if you want to live longer, never say anything like, ‘finish me off,’ got it?
AHHHH YES MISS KAYLEE! BUT I’M SO CLOSE!!!!
Kaylee stops again.
Ahh, please don’t stop!
There is something else.
Kaylee smacks her face lightly but firmly a few times to get her attention.
You with me?
Ahh, thank you Miss Kaylee, may I have another?
Fuck, you are such snuff bait. Don’t do that. Are you too lost in the sauce to listen?
Yes, Miss Kaylee, but that’s what Naomi had me do. And I really do want another right now.
I don’t know who that is, you can tell me later, now then are you listening?
Yes…
Good, from now on, you are to cum whenever we French kiss you have 1 minute from when we start to cum. If you fail, I will choke you. Every time you fail, I will choke you for one second longer.
Yes, I understand.
You cannot touch yourself.
Yes.
But I will help you at first until you can do it all by yourself and if you cum just from the kiss of anyone else…
Thank you, miss Kaylee. I don’t cum all that easily.
I hope you can learn to associate my tongue with something that causes you irresistible pleasure. If you fail more than 150 times, you will probably die.
Yes. I will try, I am your slave and I will do what you want. Please kiss me now!
But also, if you cum from anyone else Frenching you…
Kaylee lets it hang to see if she will ask.
Yes? Will I be punished for it?
Hanna looks a little excited by that.
Three strikes and you’re snuffed.
Kaylee kisses Hanna deeply and shoves her hands into her bikini. Before Hanna can say anything, Kaylee rubs Hanna's G-spot and hammers her clit as hard as she can without being painful. Hanna tries to go as deep into Kaylee's mouth as she can with her tongue. She grabs Kaylee's head with both hands and pull in tighter. Kaylee breaks the kiss but keeps hammering her for another 30 seconds.
Kaylee rubs Hanna'as G-spot and hammers her clit as hard as she can without being painful. Hanna tries to go as deep into Kaylee's mouth as she can with her tongue. She grabs Kaylee's head with both hands and pull in tighter.
Kaylee breaks the kiss but keeps hammering her for another 30 seconds.
She said she was difficult to get off, we might have to finish this later.
Ahhh! I’m almost there! Please — make me cum, miss Kaylee!
But we will see.
AHHHHHH! I’M CUMMING THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU AHHH!
Kaylee leans in and kisses her deeply. Kaylee slowly stops, letting her come down in her own time as they kiss. When she is done cumming, Kaylee breaks the kiss.
Girls our age often think we are hard to get off, even though we are usually at our most sensitive. In reality, most girls are bad at masturbating and guys don’t know what they are doing.
Thank you. I’ll try to cum when you kiss me. I will learn.
You came quickly.
You hit me. I’ve cum from being slapped a few times.
You did fail to cum from my kiss, though, even though I had helped you. I am going to choke you for a second now.
Vicky, can you give me a 1-1,000?
Yes, choke me. I’m a bad girl and I need to be punished.
Sure, say when.
Kaylee wraps her hands around Hanna's throat and squeezes down.
Start now.
One One thousand.
Kaylee looks Hannah in the eyes as Vicky counts to one.
Please punish me. I’m a bad girl.
I’m not going to lie, I don’t love that you’re a masochist, I might trade you for a girl that actually deserves to live, I would rather save the life of a girl that might go somewhere… But I won’t snuff you unless you deserve it… that said my dad or brother might, so be careful. Anyway, Vicky has to get back to work and has to tell Mike about how your sister ran away, and now your entire genetic line gets to be sold off for cheap, probably to meat packers.
Yes, Miss Kaylee. I will be careful around them. Do your sisters or your mother like to punish bad girls?
My mom does it because she is a parent who needs to discipline her daughters…. She says she doesn’t like it… But I suppose we will find out soon now that you will be around.
Kaylee and Vicky go back to Mike for more instructions
Mr. West? I’ve got a question for you. If one of the sluts run after she’s been converted by her father or husband, do they count as a runaway? There have been a couple that I’d like to see their whole fucking family converted and maybe snuffed, from their mother down to their littlest sister.
Not sure, but the underage sisters of a runaway aren’t converted, they get sent to a state home most of the time.
Can you look into it? It would be a good way to get dozens of teen slaves for either free or cheap, depending on what the judge says.
I’ll look into it. Need to get the right judge, but I think I know which one to bring this before. Thanks for the idea.
Anything for my master.
Don’t get smart, or I might start treating you like a real slave.
OK, Mr. West, I’ll keep that in mind.
Regardless if it was a slave’s idea or not, please look into converting all those bitches’ family. I’m getting exhausted chasing the runaways. Are you sure we can’t get some of those shotgun taser rounds? They seem to be getting out of range of the Taser-10s fairly fast.
Well, I’ll look into them, but those rounds cost about two hundred a shot.
Well, how about more bean bag rounds and us carrying shotguns to big events.
Don’t want to scare them any more than we have to Ian.
Hello and thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves. How can I help you today?
Wife for sale in light bondage
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 as swiftly as I can.
We can do that, please give me your address, and I’ll send someone to get her. If you want an estimate of her worth, text a photo of her to 918 555-6918
Why thank you, I’ll do that.
I will send Evan to do the pickup. Do you want cash or a loaded debit card for her? Based on your photo, she looks to be worth about $900 wholesale.
A debit card will be fine. How long will it be?
I’m sending him now, can I get the address?
3845 S Lewis
That would be about 30 minutes, max.
Evan! I got a possible problem pick up for you. Please go to 3845 S Lewis and take the wife. Once you have her, please let me know and I’ll transfer funds to the card. She’s in light bondage and this might be a non-permissive pickup, but Debby-Ann and her crew are getting a bunch from the university, where they know it’s going to be non-permissive. Seems that the volleyball team had too bad of a season to be allowed to stay free.
Thanks, Thomas! Haven’t had a chance to use my taser in a long time!
Thought you might like that.
Ding!
Walk in Business
Hello, can I turn myself in here?
Don't get many hot naked redheads asking to be converted. Not a never happen thing, just rare.
Well, that depends on what you intend to turn yourself 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 thousands, but they are doing an audit next week, and they might find out that I did it. The last time they found someone 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 those are covered by the feds, and they aren’t concerned about your status.
No, just money…
That’s a state offense, then, and grand theft is one of the things covered by the “Slaves can’t be tried for their actions as a free woman” clause.
Well, then I’d like to become a slave…
Ding!
I’d like to sell you my girlfriend…
This kid didn’t look old enough to have a girlfriend, 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 ‘girlfriend’?
He digs out his wallet and shows me his learner’s permit. He’s legal alright.
I’ve got several 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 of them 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>
Girlfriend to convert
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.
They walk-up to the desk. She looks to be of age, but I’ll check that later. Mid-teen ages are difficult to tell by just looking.
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. I set her license down.
Well, in some states you might be too young, but here in Oklahoma, you are legal for conversions, by several months.
Cecil, you said you loved me, why are you doing this?
Coach Watson wants us to convert our girlfriends to make us ‘Real Men’. All the team will be doing it before the next game. The coach says he has something special in mind if we win that game, but we have to convert our girlfriends first.
And you do whatever 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 Cecil 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, 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 at the end of the semester. 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 money 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, “Take it Bitch” is looking for some high-school girls, not just coeds, so I have a ready market for her type. Coach Watson had called in earlier today about his players might be bringing in their girlfriends “And fuck toys”, to use his term. I was expecting older, but whatever. What I’m not telling Cecil is how much Amber is worth, so I can let him “haggle” me up to a higher price.
Please, Cecil, don’t do this. I’ve got more to offer to you than Coach Watson does!
I look at Cecil
You think she’s going to get you in to college? Most of Coach Watson players get some sort of scholarship. Just saying.
Cecil looks at Amber, then back to me
How much is she worth to you?
I look at her. She’s worth fifteen hundred wholesale, easy.
How does $600 sound to you?
Fifteen hundred?
CECIL! 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 whatever level of non-lethal force I need. Now Be Silent.
I turned back to Cecil.
How does nine hundred work for you?
Twelve Hundred?
Why don’t 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 several more times, she twitches but is out for the count.
Vicky, would you mind putting her in the holding cage while I get Cecil his money?
Ring Ring
Hello, this is Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you today?
This is Donald Norris with Norris’s House Painting, and I need to rent a slave or two for a big rush job I’ve got. Do you have any that might be able to use a roller on a stick? Being hot would be great, but I actually need a worker, so she doesn’t have to be grade A.
A rental work slave
We don’t get many calls for renting work slaves, but it is something we do. Normally, our slave rentals are for sex slaves. We sell plenty of work slaves, but don't rent them out very often.
Yeah, I’ve got a few that might work for you. One has a fine art degree, with building side murals as her specialty. I suspect she knows how to use a paint roller. Pretty hot also, if you like small breasted semi skinny types. Rental rates for a work slave are three 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 a week, your card will be charged the full amount for the slave. Also, the rental rate goes up by a substantial amount if you use her as a sex slave as well as a work slave.
That sounds like a deal. I’ll be by to pick her up in a few hours. If she works out, might buy her from you.
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. If you do decide to buy her within 48 hours, I’ll deduct her rental fee from her cost.
Ding!
Carla Todd
A late teen, early 20s girl wearing a black and yellow tube top and shorts combo comes in.
Hi! My name is Carla Todd and I desperately need you to make me a slave.
OK, this sounds like a good start to our relationship.
Can I ask why you need to be converted today? Most girls don’t want it, much less desperately.
Well, I’m a senior at Dutch Hall and my grades, apart from sex skills, aren’t all that good. Low enough in fact that I’m in the bottom 10%, maybe 5%. That’s low enough to be a sacrificed at the end of the year. I’d rather live my life on my knees or on my back that be snuffed for low grades.
Well, her being a Dutch Hall student explains the tube top and shorts.
OK, I think I can help you. Do you have a copy of your sex skill grades or better yet a sexual skill rating?
Oh, yeah, both, they are on my phone. Let get show you. I’m better at sucking cock than being fucked, but I’m still pretty good at both.
I take her offered phone. Yeah, she's got a 95% score for oral for males, 90% oral for women, an 75% for vaginal sex and a 40% for anal.
Don’t like it up the ass, I see.
Oh, I don’t mind it, just I can’t seem to get the rhythm right. My teacher spent a lot of time trying to get it up to at least 50%, but I can’t seem to get it right. Even tried spit roasting me to see if I could get the rhythm then. I mean the kind where you take it up that ass while you are deep throating at the same time, not the kind with hot coals. Didn’t help.
OK, I can take you. Might take me a few minutes to find a place for you. While I do that, please give me a pee sample so I can tell whether you are convertible or not.
I check the database, and assuming her whizz quiz comes out OK, I can take her. She brings me back the sample, I test it. She's high as a kite. Fortunately, cannabis isn't on the forbidden list anymore, so I can still take her. I check my internal database, and I'm full up on sex slaves right now, and none of them have low enough scores to put Carla in their place given her uneven scores, which means she's a general “for sale” slave.
Had a joint or two before you came in?
No, just three gummies. I don’t like smoking.
That’s OK, they don’t count as one of the things that makes you nonconvertible now. I’m not sure why it’s still on the test, it’s been OK for 11 years now. It might be for other countries. Don’t know, really don’t care. Anyway, let me make a call, I know someone that might take you based on your cocksucking skills. If he’s full up, you’re a general for sale slave, your sex scores, other than cocksucking, aren’t good enough for you to go in as a sex slave here.
I call up Fred at Deep Kiss Traders
Fred! This is Thomas at Spellbook. Are you in the market for a 95% score cocksucker?
I’m always in the market for one that high. Just a minute…
Jill, snuff Dominique! I got a replacement for her non-sucking ass. I don’t understand why I bought her to start with.
Ok, let me check my pricing. I’ll offer seventeen hundred for her, that’s my standard rate for that skill level.
Score. Free money! I love getting full value for a volunteer.
Works for me. I’ll have Evan bring her over once he gets back. Keep in touch!
Yeah, I’ll do that.
You’re in luck, Carla, a sucking club wants you. Let me warn you that some girls there get snuffed, mainly those that give bad head, but I doubt that will be a problem with you.
Thank you. I’ll take that risk over knowing that I’m going to have my heart ripped out. I’ve seen the schedule for this year’s graduation, and that’s the easy one. The other means of sacrifice are too horrible to contemplate. They open with having three girls ripped limb from limb as the class enters the auditorium. Then it gets bad. The foreign girls that they are spit roasting are getting off easy. I can’t thank you enough.
Well, while we are waiting on Evan, you might show me some of those cocksucking skills of yours.
Thomas, has anyone ever told you that you’re a pig.
Not this week, Vicky, but you need to remember your place in the overall scheme of things. You’re still a slave, even if Mike seems to like you.
I want to do three things. One, I would like to buy a brunette, with big floppy tits that is bigger than me if you have one.
Two, I would like to hang the cow.
Three, I wish 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 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 intend to snuff one.
OK, but why be snuffed yourself?
Because if I’m not good enough for anyone, 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 meat bag 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 one as well?
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 Cindi here that I really loved only her.
Well, you might want to wait until you see the alternate meat on the Vlad 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 any difference?
Oh, God, yes it does. Cindi, strip down and blow me while I watch Wendy get processed. This is the best day of my life.
From the Vlad, Wendy speaks up.
Well, you called me meat bag when we were fucking. I knew you really wanted me as meat, not as your girlfriend.
Wait. You call me that too. 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 started 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, but gut her alive.
Sure, just have to run the simple gutting, that will keep her lungs and heart in place, but remove her intestines and other organs. If we don’t do a gutting, a Vlad has an 85% survival rate. With a simple gutting, it’s still over 50%. Let me do that now…
I push a couple of buttons on the Vlad. The laser guided knives and saws slice into Wendy and neatly remove her guts.
I check my watch.
She 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 Cindi 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 Cock Sucking Teen
Spit roast the cow. Bring me a skinny, flat chested teen slut. I want my cock sucked while the meat bag gets converted to just meat. I don’t want my meat thing to kick in.
She will be $800, she’s just for making soup, and that’s not a big seller this time of year.
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.
Cindi didn’t want to get on the Vlad, having seen what it did to Wendy.
Get on the Vlad, or it will be much worse for you.
How could it be worse?
<ZAPPPPP>
Well, you could get tasered, for starters.
Ever try to move a 300 plus cow from the floor to a spitting machine? 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 will 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, then I will use the drug cocktail that stimulates the nerves. It’s in effect an anti-pain killer.
Oh god, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you guys came through. Great teen cocksucker, 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 it pleases you. I barf up a lot of food. I don’t eat much even if I don’t barf it up, well, apart from cum. I’ll eat as much of that as I can get and swallow.
It’s about eleven on a slow day. Only processed 3 volunteers and one family of 15, plus the mother. Sold 5 work slaves and rented 6 sex slaves, one of which was ‘accidentally’ snuffed. Wish people would tell me beforehand they planed on snuffing a sex slave, makes it easier, I can have the meat team on hand to process her body when they return. It would cost the same either way. One hour rental, plus the full cost of the slave. I may or may not include a penalty fee, depending on how popular the slave was. Anyway, slow morning, all things considered. Mike is at lunch, one of the few times he went out for it.
Layla Hester, Queen of the B Movies.
Then, to my surprise, Layla Hester, queen of the B movies, walks in. I’m a major fan of hers. Never miss a show, even if they aren’t all that highly rated. She’s in a movie costume, some sort of ancient Greek get up. I had heard that there was a production in town, didn’t know she was staring in it.
Ms Hester! What can we do for you? Looking for a personal slave? We have quite a few that should do for you, even, well, sex slaves, if that is what you want.
No, I’m volunteering.
Why? I mean, aren’t you a star?
Well, I overheard the producer saying that I was going to be converted by contract at the end of the filming. I don’t have the million dollars in ready cash that the contract specifies as the buyout cost. And I can’t sell off stocks fast enough to raise it. The contract says 12 hours, and I would need at least a day for my broker to sell and get me the cash. And I mean cash. The contract says that, not a check or from a card. I think they make it challenging to buy out.
Oh? Many movie stars are slaves. Not as many as there used to be, but still, a lot are converted every year, to cut down on production costs.
Or used in a death scene, I think to myself. No need to bring that up.
Yeah, if that was what was going to happen, I would be upset, but I would not fight it. But they plan on spit roasting me as part of the wrap party that the investors and executive producers will be at. My last movie didn’t do as well at the box office as they had hoped, and they are blaming it on me, never mind that the male lead couldn’t act his way out of a paper bag. What they get for hiring a weightlifter, even if it was a Sci-fi barbarian and princess movie. Not all of them are Arnold. In fact, most of them aren’t. Hell, Arnold isn’t Arnold much anymore. And the special effects sucked. Even four nude scenes and a sex scene didn’t save it. I should have blown the director to get more sex in it. I would have even blown what’s his name on camera.
Well, Ok, we will take you. Ms. Hester. Obviously, we will take any walk in, assuming she meets standards on at least one scale. And you make scale, unquestionably.
Mr. O’Brien, stop being star struck and process the lady.
Don’t get smart, I’ll send you to the rental pens, Vicky
Mr. West might not like that “master”.
Yeah, you’re right on both counts, but don’t get smart, you’re still a slave. Ms. Hester, I need you to strip down and stand over here. Once I’ve graded you, I’ll need a pee sample, to make sure you’re not pregnant or on drugs.
I’ve seen her nude in plenty of movies before. In fact, it’s one of her signature traits, even in movies where nudity shouldn’t be expected, she at least does a bath scene. But I never expected to see her strip in person.
Yes, Mr. O’Brien, or should I call you master?
Not quite yet. You are still a free woman.
She strips down, and she’s not wearing a bra or panties. She must have been getting ready for a nude scene when she fled the sound stage. I use the grading system on her. Oddly, she comes back as just grade A. I would have assumed that she would have been grade A+ or higher. Well, her tits are a little saggy, so that may explain it. Plus, the grading machine doesn’t know about famous people. A+ tends to be assigned to teens with perky tits. After she is graded, she goes to the ‘ladies’ room to get a sample. She isn’t pregnant or on any disqualifying drugs. I’m surprised by that last bit, I’ve read in the papers about movie stars going to drug rehab all the time. I’ve always assumed that they were having drug parties all the time.
OK, Ms. Hester, this is your last chance, are you sure you want to do this?
Are you going to roast me?
Well, no. You are a sex slave at least.
Then I don’t have much choice then, do I?
I guess not.
I needed to log into the California database to convert her, which is a bit of a bitch, given that we aren’t a California slaver company, and they want slaver license number and other ID factors.
Wait. What about my money, stocks, bonds, and my house?
Well, that depends. Normally, it’s like you died, so it goes to your heirs.
Nope. Don’t want that to happen. Not on good terms with the family right now. Any other choices?
Well, you can sign them over to us.
Ok, that sounds fair. I mean, you are getting me, so you might as well get my assets.
I make some modifications to the conversion papers to reflect this. She signs. Layla Hester, a former movie star, is now a slave. I take her back to the holding cell.
I’m sorry, it’s a bit rough in here. We don’t really have a VIP room.
Would you put any other slave in it?
Well, no.
Then this is fine.
Mike returns from lunch, right before my shift is over.
Mr. West, I have got great news for you!
Oh? Did a bus load of teens arrive to be sold? It’s about the time of year for that. Maybe a bit early. That’s normally an April-May thing.
No, better than that. Layla Hester volunteered.
Do you mean the movie star?
Yes.
Why?
She is avoiding being a spit roast. They intended to do her at the wrap party. They didn’t like how “Monsters from Beyond the Galaxy” did at the box office and blamed her. It wasn’t her best work, but a solid 7 on the 1 to 10 scale. At least to me.
What was she graded at?
Well, only A. I would have thought she would be higher.
Hmm. Need to capitalize on her fame somehow. How many slaves are in the arm candy pens?
Three right now. And one of those has been rejected twice. Thinking of moving her to the sex slaves pen or selling her to “Suckers.” She has a very high oral rating. Better for women, but still over 90 for men.
Move Ms. Hester there and get her sex tested. If she’s above 80 on any hole, male or female, add the standard sex slave surcharge for her. Add her to the front page of the website, use a nude movie still of her. Then get her advertised in the normal places. And don’t sell her back to the movie people. She should be worth a lot more, over the coming months, as an arm candy and sex slave rental than a grade A slave would sell for. And I’d rather not get a reputation of not being a safe place to defensibly convert yourself, which selling her to them would do.
Yes sir! Ah, can I help with the testing?
You want your cock sucked by her, don’t you?
Well, to be honest, yeah.
Do it on your own time, but sure. It’s a perk of working here.
Can I find out how she is with ladies?
No, Vicky, you can’t. Sorry, perks aren’t for work slaves.
I’ll bet Mistress Debby-Ann will test her.
I suspect so, but still, no for you. Anything else you want to tell me about today?
Oh, yeah, forgot. She signed over all her assets to us. Didn’t want her family to get them.
OK, Vicky, have Celina do a full asset search on her. I know she has a house in Beverly Hills, it was on “Lifestyles of the Stars” last year. Not sure what we are going to do with a California house, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out. Hmm. Might make it in to a high-priced sex slave rental shop. Would need to get several starlets for that. They should be readily available on the California market. Maybe even some real stars just a little past their prime. Need to get with Noemi to find out what it would take legally to do that.
Anything else of note, Thomas?
Oh, sort of slow. 3 walk-ins, a 16 member family sold to us, including the mother, 6 sex slave rentals, one of which was a snuff. Sold 5 work slaves. Not that busy, but it’s the middle of the week.
