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.
The phone rings. It’s too damn early for phone calls.
“Spellbook Slaves, collections desk. How may I help you?”
My name is Mitchell Rivers and I work at Spellbook Slave’s Collections desk. I’m also the only one that works on the desk right now. Mr. West has just started doing conversion debt collections, and is waiting to see whether it pays out or not. Spellbook Slaves does not do normal debt collections where we take your money or maybe your car. If I get called on a collection notice, I’m leaving with your wife, one or more of your daughters, or just all the women in your family, depending on your contract. People should read their loan applications better. Or their utility bills, or anything else that requires you to make monthly payments. Most of them include a clause now that puts your women folk at risk if you default or even have a late payment. Defaulting on a contract isn’t a good idea in 2025. Any way, back to this damn call. Sounds like a prank call, what with it being what sounds like a teen or sorority girl, and giggles in the background.
So, do you collect girls off to be slaves and stuff?
Yeah, if someone is late on their bills or like that.
Well, what if, like, some girl wants to be, ah, converted? Like, you know, into a sex slave?
Ok, now I’m sure it’s a prank call. I’m bored, let’s see how this goes.
Well, yeah, I can take voluntary conversion, sometimes happens on a pickup. Why would you like to be converted?
Yeah, all four of us do…
I hear giggles in the background.
OK, let’s see how much of slave law, as done in Oklahoma, these girls know. I’m betting not enough to keep them out of trouble. This might fun after all.
Ok, then I want you to say your name, then say “I would like to be a slave”. Can you do that for me?
I hear giggles in the background. I turn on the record function on the phone.
My name is Felice Edwards and I would like to be a slave
Well, got one at least. Then there is a different voice.
My name is Kirby Beck and I would like to be a slave.
That’s two
Celia Vargas and I would like to be a slave.
Three
Suzanne Holland and I would like to be a slave.
And four. Then the phone goes dead. No big deal, this is the 21st century and phone calls tell more than they should, particularly if registered to a woman. I typed in all four names (took a while to get the spelling right on some, thankfully the search by name feature has an AI “helper”) into the state slave commission website and found that they are all, in fact, legal for conversion. And, of course, they are students at Eastlake University. Doesn’t say what sorority, but I’d bet Delta Delta Delta, given their general lack of clue. I’m glad that the state doesn’t keep as much information on men as it does on women, it’s unsettling how much they do keep on them. I make a few entries and upload the recording I just made, changing their status to provisionally converted, awaiting urine test. Doing a reverse on the caller ID, I find that it is a smartphone registered to a Felice Edwards. Gotcha bitch. I go to a website that only PI and registered debt collectors can sign up for and find the billing address of that account. It’s in the Southside, of course. That just cost Mr. West fifty bucks, but I’m betting that it will pay off with four young slaves, and he will not be pissed.
I decided that I’ll handle this pick up, instead of passing it on to the regular pickup teams, given they called me, not the main number. Plus I’ve seen the daily work orders, and I don’t have anything to do today, unless we get a call in, which is unlikely do to the time of the month. I would be swamped if it was the first week, but it’s not, so I’m idling at the desk. So I forward the desk phone to my mobile, just in case I do get a legit call, upload the recording to my smartphone, then gather my slaving kit and go out to the white panel van. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. At least I think Mr. West works that way, he seems pretty laid back.
After dealing with the semi-nightmare that south side traffic is during morning rush hour, I arrived at the address I got.
After ringing the door, it’s opened by a cute brunette with white girl dreadlocks.
Felice? I’m Mitchell with Spellbook Slaves’ collections department…
Wow, you came out, I’m Felice, glad to meet you… Hey girls, the slaver dude came out…
From the back I heard, Is he cute? Felice looks at me and says Sort of, in that older working guy way. Well, invite him in…
I come in once invited and follow Felice back to the den.
Four classist bitches
Sorry that you had to come out for nothing, but we will get naked for you, and you can look at us if you would like… That will do for a start. Well, it’s all you are getting… You’re cute, but not cute enough for anything else. You look like you are one of my stepdad’s friends. It would be icky to do anything more frisky. Right girls? Oh, yeah, looks far too much like one of daddy’s workers. Has the working-class look to him. Not putting out. Yeah, I don’t fuck workers. Or even give them head. A girl has got to have standards, you know. I don’t even do scholarship boys at school. You got to have money, or you don’t get the honey. Yeah, but if they do have money, well, you give out lots of honey, like you were a queen bee or something. Even to some girls. Well, yeah, but never often enough for that slave thing. I spread it around. And yeah, I like girls occasionally. Nice change of pace. Don’t tell me you don’t visit some sister’s room at the house from time to time.
I wait as they strip down, keeping my face neutral, not showing how pissed I am at them. One grade A+ maybe A prime, two grades A and one B+, possibly A- if I were to make a guess. Have to wait and see what the machine says. Good haul for free. Mr. West should like this. The one possibly A prime, Felice, has tattoos, so she’s safe from Issac’s monthly harvest, but the others must might make it. Given their general classist attitude, I’m going to recommend that to Mr. West. Going to recommend Felice be sold to a brothel with a “full use” option.
It doesn’t matter whether you would fuck me or not. You have all verbally indicated to a licensed slaver, that would be me, that you all wish to be converted to a person of limited rights, which was duly recorded and registered with the Oklahoma slave registry. At this time, you all are now provisionally a person of limited rights, pending verification of your status regarding pregnancy or drug use via a urinalysis. I am allowed to use any level of force, up to and including lethal force, to take your conversion.
They looked a bit shocked. I pull out my multi shot Taser.
Don’t me use this Taser, or my real gun. Actually, yeah, make me use it. Make my day, bitches.
Of course, an X3 only has 3 shots, but I think I can take one of them if it comes to that. Mr. West hasn’t given me one of the Taser 10 guns yet. I understand they are expensive, and the darts cost a lot more than the normal ones, and in theory I shouldn’t need 10 shots for the sort of pickup I do. I do carry a Smith and Wesson M&P 9, my “real gun” in case things go completely sidewise. I don’t understand why the regular pickup people don’t carry a piece. They do have 12 gauges, but those are loaded with bean bag rounds. Haven’t needed to do more than wave the M&P around so far, but I’m waiting for the day I get to blow away some resisting teen, or better yet, her mother. Assuming she wasn’t on the pickup list herself, don’t want to not get the target. Today might be the day. If I need to, I’ll shoot the B+ slut, she’s worth the least. With my left hand, I pull my phone out and play back their call.
Girls, you have done fucked up with the wrong working man. If you weren’t so classist, I might have taking this for a joke, had a laugh with you and left, but that’s not happening now. You’re coming with me.
So you want to become a human cow? Did I understand you correctly over the phone?
No, I hope to be milked like a cow and your dairy is the only one that does that sort of thing in the greater Eastlake metro area, or at least was the only one willing to talk to me directly about it.
May I ask why?
Yes, it is simple, I changed my birth control pills and I started to lactate. My then boyfriend was, at first, excited about it and sucked me dry several times a day. Then he decided that he really wasn’t that into it and left me. I use a breast pump to drain them every evening, but it’s getting to be a problem and I don’t really want the milk to go to waste. I’ve contacted several of the charities in town to find out if I can donate it, but they really aren’t in that business. One of them suggested I try the human milk dairies in town, and you were the only ones who would talk to me, as I said.
Well, you understand that all the other hucows are slaves, so having a free woman act as a hucow is a bit out of our wheelhouse.
Please, I really need you to do this, but I would rather not be a slave.
Well, we could always try something. The first thing we need to do is see if your milk is up to our quality standards. Let’s go to one of the milking rooms for a test pump.
Thank you.
OK, please expose your breasts so we can hook you up to the milking machine. Normally, you would be nude and on your hands and knees, plus would be tied down in the milking stall, but I think we can make this work without doing all that. Of course, if we do take you on as a milker you will need to get used to being treated like, well, a cow. While we can use the freestanding machine to test you, it isn’t connected to the production system, and we couldn’t use it daily.
I understand.
Adding to the herd
OK, let’s hook you up. Hold these over your nipples until the suction takes effect. You might want to keep holding them after that. I’ve got to talk to my staff and my lawyer to find out how we can fit you it.
20 minutes elapses.
Well, the good news is your milk passes our quality check, the bad news is that unless you sign a contract with us, we can’t take you. And I’ll be upfront, the contact they want you to sign will be one that converts you to being a real hucow slave if you don’t meet all the requirements.
Oh, God, I thought I was ready for this because I used a breast pump before. I had no idea what a milker would feel like. I’ll sign your contract, hell I’ll let you convert me to full hucow status, just do that to me as often as you can.
OK, let me call up my Spellbook Slaves to convert you, and we will add you to our herd.
Club Tartarus, several weeks after Spellbook bought a controlling share.
Welcome to Amateur night at Club Tartarus! We have eight amateur free women competing for a grand prize of five thousand dollars tonight…
First up is the qualifying round. Let’s welcome Lush Lovejoy, Sapphire Twirl, Gabrielle Frost, Phoenix Foxy, Kiki Firefly, Valentina Velour, Jacklyn Temptation, and Celeste Nova to the stage! The way this works is they are each gonna dance twice. The winners are the three that get the most tips during their dances, so y’all will be the deciding judges!
Each of the girls takes the stage. It's obvious that Sapphire, Gabrielle, and Celeste are the winners. The DJ barely slows down his spiel to announce them as the winners of the 1st round.
OK girls, here is the deal, this is Club Tartarus, where they dance and die! You’ve signed a waiver, stating that you knew that death or injury was a possibility of your final dance. What you are going to do is an old fashion air dance. We will attach heart monitors to you so we know when you kick it. The surviving dancer wins the grand prize! But first we are gonna demonstrate how this works. Welcome Blissful Tease and Missy Diamond to the stage!
Blissful and Missy
OK, first we are gonna do is put a noose around both Blissful’s and Missy’s lovely necks, as well as the heart monitors. We’ll then raise them up and let them air dance for you! Once one of them dies, like the slut she is, we will automatically lower the other slut, so she doesn’t kick it, at least not this time!
Blissful is a large breasted blonde, while Missy is a brunette with smaller, but shapely, breasts. Both rate as Grade A. The nooses are rapidly put around their necks and their hands tied behind their backs.
OK, here they go!
With that, the dancers were raised off the floor of the stage. Both put on a good show as air dancers, but Missy seemed to be doing better. After about 3 minutes, Blissful slowed down while Missy kept going. A minute or so later, Blissful stopped moving. Thirty seconds later, an alarm sounded and Missy was dropped to the stage. A bouncer came up and removed the noose and untied her hands. A cook came out from the kitchen, and used a meat hook to take Blissful back to the kitchen.
And Missy is the winner! She, of course, is the air dancing champion of Club Tartarus, winning well over a dozen dance duels. This was Blissful’s first air dance. She didn’t know that she was being set up, but that’s what blondes are for, being snuffed for your pleasure. Some day, Missy is gonna lose a duel, but that’s not happening today! Let’s give her a round of applause! Blissful will be available as girl burgers and steaks as soon as the cooks can butcher her. Her skin will be girl leather on auction next Thursday!
Now that we’ve seen how it works, let’s welcome our finalist to the stage!
Sapphire, Gabrielle, and Celeste
OK girls, any one want to back out? Let me warn you, there is a thousand dollar fee for breaking the contract. No? Are you sure? OK. String them up!
Nooses are put around the erstwhile “free” women's necks, and their hands are tied behind their backs by the bouncers. The heart monitors are put on their chests.
OK, got a question to ask? Do they dance nude or not? Let me hear it for nude!
The audience erupts in applause
OK, let’s here it for in their bikinis!
There is almost no sound from the audience.
OK, pretty clear here, cut those suites off them. Try not to cut them too deep!
The bouncers take foot long knives and cut the swimsuits from the women, only cutting them a little, but all three are bleeding from cuts on their breasts. The crowd cheers as the suits fall to the stage. The three women stand on the stage, pulled slightly up by the nooses around their necks.
Sapphire says, in a panic, “No, I’ve changed my mind. I would rather not do this. Please let me out of this.”
That’s too bad, you were committed as soon as the noose went around your neck. Sorry about that. OK, here they go!
The women are raised off the stage. Celeste tries to put on a show, the other two just hanging and twitching. After about a minute, an alarm sounds and Sapphire is dropped to the stage, unmoving. The crowed cheers.
OK, that’s one down, let’s see how the final pair does!
With that, Gabrielle, and Celeste each kick and try to put on an air dance with Celeste doing much better. They keep going for 90 seconds or so, then Gabrielle stops kicking and just hangs there. Shortly after this, Celeste stops as well.
It looks like it’s gonna be down to the wire, they have stopped moving but no alarms yet!
Both alarms go off. Both girls fall to the stage, not moving.
It seems like it was a tie! Check to make sure they both have snuffed it!
A bouncer brings out a stethoscope and checks both bodies.
Nope, they be deader than a door nail.
Jade Starlight
Well, damn. Hate it when that happens. Well, not really, I like seeing sluts snuff it. It’s even better when they aren’t slaves. Come back next month for our monthly amateur night! The grand prize rolls over, so next month it’s gonna be ten thousand! Anyway, all three will be burgers and steaks soon enough. Please remember, you can bid on their hides as girl leather next Thursday, as well as all the snuffed dancers from the week before. OK, let’s hear it for Jade Starlight, our next dancer. We don’t intend to snuff her today, but you never know! She sucks a mean cock, and that’s really the key to staying alive here at Club Tartarus. But if you really want to see her snuffed, she is for sale, like all our dancers and waitstaff, talk to your server for details. She’s also for rent for those that just want to find out what her throat feels like around your cock. You should check it out, she does this thing swallowing that will drive you wild!
Southern Hill’s Country Club, right after Emmett’s service.
Hi! I’m Howard Hamilton, and I’d like to offer my wife for roasting. Getting a grand for her is almost too good to pass up, even though she doesn’t know it yet. The club chef said I had to get her converted before she could be even fitted to the live roast rack.
Please complete this form on my tablet by entering “Southern Hill’s Country Club” into the buyer’s field. We will deal with the money issues later. Point her out to me.
She’s over there talking to those three women. She’s the one in the red dress. Her name is Yvette. Like I said, she’s not expecting this, so she might run.
That’s what young men with tasers are for, dealing with non-compliance with a conversion order. Ian, here, LOVES chasing after runners. Go get her, Ian,and take her to the kitchen. The chef and her crew should be able to help you.
On it boss. She better not run.
Mrs. Hamilton?
Ah, crap she’s running. Time for the taser. DAMN IT I MISSED. Shit, gotta do this the hard way. Fuck!
After a short, but spirited chase, Yvette is tackled. Ian was not happy with needing to chase her down, and may have tackled her with more force than was really needed. While they are on the ground, Yvette is zip tied.
Yvette, she ran, but it didn’t help
You know, bitch, I sort of felt sorry for you, going on a live rack to be roasted, but now I’m glad. Let me get a blood sample and test it. I hope you’re not pregnant. Nope, test is negative. Off to the kitchen you go.
Ah, excellent, she will do well on the live rack. We still require a few more, and of course, we need to use the special machines on the Cook slaves, they should be arriving soon.
Ah, Mr. West? Require some help getting Dawn and Sonia out of the van and on to the spitting machine. They can’t walk at all. Seems that their hips were pulled out of socket last time they were on the rack. Mistress Charlene said she didn’t care if that happened to Dawn, and Sonia’s father said, “do to her what every Charlene said to do to Dawn”. They’re pretty messed up, but I think that was the point of what happened to them over the last few days. Isaac and Sheila were there for a lot of it, taking notes. I know they are pretty hard on “unholy” redheads, but I shudder to think what they are going to do to the next one.
It’s no longer just redheads that can be “unholy” anymore. They will be hell on jets against any slave we give them with implants. Which will reduce our sex slave trade, but Isaac pays more than we would normally receive for a sex slave. I’ll only give them some push back if we get a bimbo with over 95% on all three, plus hand jobs. And that’s rare and beside the point. Get Ian and Vicky to help you get Dawn and Sonia to the kitchen. Might ask the chef for some of her helpers as well. I don’t remember, are you trained on Hill’s special ‘Vlad’ machine or not? If you’re not, I’ll have to come over and do the detail work.
No, you sent me for training last month
OK, get them on the machines, adjusted, then push the freaking button. Use the fastest setting, they really don’t have time to wait for a 45-minute spitting, which as I recall is the slowest the new machines will go.
Country Club Chef
She must be an outstanding chef, or she would be on the menu. I approve of the staff being nude.
Ah, the two live roasts. Oh, my goodness, I have never seen a live roast with that much damage before. What happened to them? They look barely alive. That will affect their presentation. Oh, well, the centerpiece of the serving table can be the live rack roast, even if her tits aren’t that big. Tits tend to render out anyway…
As to what happened to them, vindictive “granddaughter” who had a major beef with her for Dawn, and Sonia’s father said to just do the same to her as Charlene asked to have done to Dawn. I don’t think he knew exactly what he was asking for, however. Water under the bridge now.
Well, I’ll let you put them on Hill’s Vlad machines and get them properly positioned and strapped down. I assume they have had the proper clean out?
For the last 3 days. They are about as clean as you’re going to get a slave.
Excellent, I’ll leave you to your work then.
Evan begins the long and somewhat precise fitting of the slaves to the “Vlad” and straps then down. He has some issues with their legs as at least one of their hips has been pulled out of socket, making some leg positioning a little difficult. He makes a phone call to “Hill's Fine Meats” the maker of the “Vlad” and finds that the leg positions, while helpful, isn't required for the 85% survival rate. After getting both slaves in to their Vlad, He noticed that both Charlene Cook and Ed Cook were watching him strap their “grandmother” and daughter, respectably, in to the Vlad machines.
Mistress Cook? Mr. Cook? Would you like to push the button to start the spitting of these slaves?
Why, yes, I think I would. I’ve viewed the live feed of their torture and I strongly approve of it, it was far more effective than I thought it would be. With the permission of HR at the office, I had it running in the background on my spare workstation. Several of the male staff members watched for at least a little time. One of our few office slaves got to spend some quality time on her knees with cocks in her little whore mouth. Seems that most of the men in the office liked to watch bimbos and teens get tortured. The general manager of the office watched for some time. He said that if this torture was my idea, I might be good for the new HR position for office disciplinary action. I hope I get that, I have a few scores to settle.
“OK, Ed, how about you?”
I think I might want to do that. It’s too bad you don’t have any sex slaves around, I would like to get some head while I watch.
Yeah, we just took the last batch we converted back to the shop. Had some that have real sex slave potential. Sorry
It’s OK. I’ll make do with my new ‘friend’ I just met today. I need to ask her name someday. Maybe after I convert her. Do you have to know their name to convert them?
Nope. Just have the needed three proofs. If you do her around one of Spellbook’s staff, you don’t even need to record it.
Of course, if things work out well with the friend, she will be the first of a long line of slaves. I’ve decided that I like having a house full of young women, but I’d like some that I can have my way with at will, without it being, you know, weird. Plus, of course, better behaved. And I’ll need someone to take care of the four younger ones, until it’s time to convert them as well. Father’s will was rather explicit on that.
If you want to kick-start your harem quickly, you can buy some of our many sex slaves for sale at the shop after the service.
I knew Charlene was vicious and it seems it runs in the family. I take back what I said about Ed not knowing what he was getting Sonia into. Either he knew, or he just didn’t care. I suspect that if Charlene gets that position we will be doing contract conversion of office slaves at a fairly high rate. At least until she converts all of the staff. And then we may get some company management torture parties where some office slaves pay the price for messing up. Or because Charlene wanted her that way.
The buttons are pushed by Charlene and Ed, with the “Vlad” set on their fastest speed, which due to the “gentle” nature of the “Vlad” the spitting procedure takes 5 minutes rather than the 30 seconds of a traditional “Jessica 3000” fastest speed. Even if it's “gentler” than a traditional “Jessica 3000”, it's still very painful. Dawn wakes up from her pain induced semi comma first and starts to make a noise more like an animal in pain than a human cry. Shortly thereafter, Sonia joins her. Charlene looks very pleased at this, and Ed is face fucking his new 'friend' as he watched his youngest daughter be impaled by a spit so she could be roasted. The process took the expected 5 minutes and both slaves survived the spitting. As they were taken off the machines and carried to the roasting pit, Ed cummed on his 'friends' face.
Ed Cook’s new friend
That’s two. All you need to do is get her one more time while we’re watching, and she’s yours, even if it’s in public. What is he talking about Ed? Don’t worry your little head about it. OK, are you gonna fuck me later? Maybe in the ass? I like it in the ass. And that doesn’t count! You can count on it, my little kitten.
Oh, she must not know about the 2016 changes. Being fucked in the ass counts now. I don’t think they are teaching that in schools yet. I hope they don’t for a while. She’s in for a surprise later today.
Hello, my name is Spencer May and I have a question for you. I see that there are a couple of slaves roasting with a spit all the way through them. Can I get that on my wife, Lexi?
Sorry, we only rented the Vlad’s machines for two uses. You would have to talk to the club owners about getting another use.
Well, really I was hoping that you could do Lexi by hand, perhaps.
You know that most women spitted manually don’t survive to make to the roasting pits alive.
Oh, that doesn’t matter, I just want to see a spit come out of her mouth after it’s been shoved all the way through her.
We can do that for you. The special of the day is $400, that includes capture, test, all the taxes and your choice of snuff methods, within reason. Gratuitous torture before or things like gang rape cost extra.
Oh, no, don’t need any of that, I’m sure having a spit shoved through her will be plenty.
So you’re not buying the “ultimate fuck” theory of spitting, are you?
Should I?
Well, no, to be honest. Fill out this form on my tablet, check the “kill” box, then point her out to me. Is she going to put up a fight?
Most likely yes. She doesn’t know I intend to snuff her and maybe her daughters today. She is the one in the yellow dress over on that picnic table, talking to one of the Cook brothers. I’ll bet she’s trying to seduce him. She heard about the three mil and thinks she can blow her way to part of it. I’m almost tempted to let her get fucked by him, if I knew he would convert and snuff her when he was done, but I’m not sure if he will do that.
You know, he converted his whole family.
Yeah, but he might be trying to start over.
I am not convinced that’s likely. Emmett’s will was rather explicit about not having wives or daughters that weren’t slaves if they wanted to keep the money.
Well, it really doesn’t matter, spit the bitch any way.
Sure, we can do that. Ian! See the MILF in yellow over there? Taser her and bring her here. Evan, you and Vicky set up the manual spitting rack, it should be in the large van’s storage area.
On it boss.
Excuse me, Mr. Cook, for a moment. Are you Lexi May?
Yes, why…
<ZAP>
Sorry, Mr. Cook, her husband wants to have her manually spitted.
Oh, I think I would like to watch that. She was starting to be a bit pushy. A gold digger, I think. I’m tempted to just start fucking them, then converting them the same day. With the new PPC rules, I can do it more or less all at once.
When you do, bring them by the shop, we pay top dollar for most slave types!
Lexi May, Ready for Manual Spit
Boss, she’s waking up.
Get her secured on the rack quickly then.
Spencer! What is going on! Why am on this?
Well Lexi, it’s because I want to see you spitted, then put on one of the roasting pits. And I’m thinking strongly about having your daughters snuffed in some sort of painful manner, not mine, of course, but those cocksucking sluts from your dalliances before we were married. And yes, I know they are cocksucking sluts, they did me, repeatedly. Lila in particular. She’s actually excellent at deep throat. If you were better at it, that might have saved your worthless life. But you aren’t so here we are.
Mr. May, please keep in mind that Emmett requested there be some “decorations” of teen slaves on spikes, like “Dracula” used to do. Plus 15 or so of them on short steel stakes, where they bleed out over an hour or two. Can I suggest that? Painful, and when you get down to it, a completely useless snuffing. I’m not sure what the club will do with their bodies, feed them to wolves at the zoo, I suspect. Plus, you can face fuck a slut on a short spike, so you can have the best of both worlds.
That sounds capital. Hear that Lexi, your little bastard daughters will be killed for party decorations because it appears that Mr. Cook the elder didn’t like teenage girls. I’m sure you heard the man mention that during his eulogy, you just didn’t think it applied to your little darling. Too bad, it does, I’ve decided.
You bastard!
Your daughters are the bastards. My parents were married. I will miss Lila, she did pretty good deep throat, but it wouldn’t be fair to just keep her as a slave without keeping the others. Go ahead and shove that spit through this cunt.
You heard that man, Ian, get with the spitting.
Mr. West? We’re Russell Wright, Johnny O’Neal and Elmer Ferrell. Were all sons-in-law of Emmett. We’ve decided that we want to convert our wives. Not our daughters, at least not right now. I drew the short straw, so my wife, Kristen, needs to be live roasted, John’s and Elmer’s wives should serve as the rotating slaves. They are that group over there, talking to the Reverend.
Tracie and Julia roast Kristen
Ian, as soon as you get Lexi spitted, go get them and take them to the kitchen. Kristen makes the fifth roast, so there is only one more fire pit, and the only one left is the weird one. Gonna have to turn down any more roasting conversions after the next one… So, Mr. O’Neal and Ferrell, what do you want to do with your wives after they finish roasting Kristen? Oh, I don’t care. Can we sell them to you? Well, they look like Grade B, so the most I can offer for them is seven fifty. That’ll work. Is that OK with you, Elmer? Sure. More than I thought than Julia was worth. Yeah, I didn’t expect much from Tracie as well. Well, to be honest, unless you have some sex testing scores for them over 80ish, they will be sold as work slaves any way. Or maybe as torture slaves for budget minded sadists. We get a lot of those. It’s a popular thing for Westside to do, get a Southside ‘bitch’ or two and have a trailer park party where they torture them to death. Ah, can you make sure of that? I would love to think that Tracie got tortured to death by rednecks. I’ll see what I can do. Great! I’ll see if I can find wife number two among the granddaughters. Some of them are really hot. When can you convert a wife?
County Clerk worker for marriage licenses. On the snuff in public soon list.
As soon as you have signed the marriage certificate. I happen to know that the county clerk sent out a worker today, for just that reason. I think she’s in the kitchen now. If we don’t get another roast soon, she might end up as the sixth roast. The clerk is OK with that, she’s on the short “to be snuffed in public” list anyway. Great, now all I need to do is find a redhead. Always wanted to fuck a redhead. Well, good luck with that. Of course, you will need to get her father’s permission if she’s under eighteen, but I doubt that’s gonna be a big deal today. Yeah, I suspect many sons-in-law are looking to get rid of daughters today, if what I hear about the codicil is right. Well, there have been more wives being converted than daughters, but I suspect that plenty of teenage daughters are going to end up on spikes pretty soon.
Hazel should have blown her stepfather this morning.
Mr. West? Is it too late to volunteer someone to be a roast? Nope, they got one more pit to fill. I want to warn you it’s weirder than most and might be the most sadistic of them all, and I include the live racks in that. That’s OK, Hazel has pissed me off for the last time. She refused to blow me this morning. Bitch. She knows I like my cock sucked every morning, and it was her turn. Just because it’s her grandfathers funeral today is no reason to not do it. Not sure why we came to this any way, it’s not like Emmett like them. Well, he did like it when Brandy and Hazel orally double-teamed him. Is Hazel your wife? Nope, stepdaughter. Sold off Beth, her mother a while ago, to the Torture Channel. They snuffed her as a background thing while they tortured and snuffed what’s her name, the big star. Oh, yeah, Kiley Coffee, that was her name. I hope that counts for what every Emmett has in mind for sons-in-law. If not, whatever. I’ll might sell you the rest of my step sluts today. Beth was one of his daughters from his 2nd wife. Well, it doesn’t matter whether Hazel is your wife or not, a stepdaughter can be converted by you as well. Simply fill out this form, assign “Southern Hill’s Country Club” as the buyer, and then point her out to me. As I understand it, the club will be handing out prepaid debit cards for “conversions” that they buy after the feast, so you might want to stay around for that.
Wolf feed
Mr. West? My name is Will Peters, I’d like to donate my wife and a couple of my slaves to the wolf feed project. My wife is already converted, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. They are the three nude sluts over there by the deck. OK, we can do that. There is a $300 snuff fee each. That’s OK. Because it’s for a charity, it’s a tax right off. Plus the value of the slaves. My wife is Grade A, obviously she’s the blonde with big tits. Granted, the other two are just B. I got them when I was broke and never got around to snuffing and replacing them. Then I heard Reverend Ellis talk about the feeding the bodies to the animals, so I remembered the “Feed a Wolf” project that the zoo does. All I need is a signature from you that you snuffed them for the project, and a signature from the country club that they will be given to the zoo. Once they are gone, I’m going to be in the market for a few Grade A slaves. I might see if any of the teenyboppers running around today are available. Yeah, I have it on good authority that many, if not most, of Emmett’s granddaughters will be converted today. How do you want them snuffed? Hang the sluts, that seems like the popular choice today.
Ian! Go get them, test them, then hang them. On it boss.
Southern Hill Country Club’s Guillotine
Did I hear right? There is a tax write off if you snuff and give to the zoo some of your slaves to be feed to the wolves? Yeah, that the case. They make a bigger deal about it right after whelping time, but they take meat year round. OK, do they have to be hung?
Nope, but the body needs to be intact. So if I use the club’s guillotine, it would be OK? Don’t see a reason why not. Let me make a call.
This is the Eastlake zoological garden, how may I help you? I need to talk to someone about the wolf feed program Let me transfer you. Please hold. Wolf park, may I help you? Yeah, this is Mike West with Spellbook Slaves, and I’ve got a client that wants to know if guillotined slaves are OK for the “Feed a Wolf” project? Sure they are. We normally cut the heads off any way. Seems that watching a wolf savage a human head is a bit of a problem for some visitors. OK, thanks. We’ve got quite a few that will be donated today. A few from private donors but mostly from the Cook estate by way of the Southern Hill’s Country Club. Yes, we’ve been told that we should expect a windfall today from Emmett’s service. Please give my condolences on Mr. Cook’s death to his sons. He was a big supporter of the park and will be missed.
Yeah, beheaded slaves are OK. Great. See those seven skinny-dipping in the pool? You’re going to have to be more specific than that. There are a lot of skinny-dippers right now. OK, I’ll get them together. “Girls, get out of the pool and stand together!” Does that work? Sure. There is the matter of our $300 snuff fee. With seven of them, it comes out to twenty-one hundred. Sure. Do you take Visa?
Of course. Ian, go get them, test them, then take them over to the guillotine. Taser one, then threaten the others with it. That should make it easier to get them over to it.
More Wolf Feed
Oh, if you’re going to do that, hit Carrie with the taser. She’s the blonde with big tits. She needs to suffer a bit. She’s been a naughty, naughty girl. She has been falling behind on her womanly duties of making sure her master is happy at all times. She didn’t swallow last time. After all, a slave daughter should eat her father’s cum for breakfast. Her sisters all do. On it boss. Taser the one with big tits, then take them over to the guillotine and chop their heads off. Might have to stun gun them if they start to run. Can I get Vicky to help carry them to the guillotine? You want to stun gun them, don’t you?
Of course. It’s my second favorite thing to do to a slut after snuffing them. To be honest, I like it better than fucking most of them. OK, take Vicky with you and have fun.
