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 Cook Family Saga has expanded way out of control. It may very well end up being 10 parts, aftermath stories included. I’ve written an aftermath story that has the least to do with the Saga, but I’m not publishing it until I’ve finished the Saga, which may take 4-5 days.
Meanwhile, I’ve got several ideas for “short” light-hearted stories that I’m going to do today, while I percolate the exact events of the next part(s) of the Saga. They will be published as I finish them.
It says something about me that stories that have an average of 3 snuffs are “light-hearted”
Anyway, you don’t come here for rants. Here are some of the images going to be used in those two stories.
Stepsisters oil wrestling to the death.Three “free” women tricked into snuffing themselves.
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 20 to 40 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.
Four days after the will reading, at the Southern Hills Country Club
“Welcome Gentlemen, Mistress, Sluts, and Slaves to the burial service of Emmett Philip Cook, I am Reverend Calvin Ellis of The Blessed Chapel, and I will be leading this, Emmett’s Cook’s public funeral service”
“Emmett was a strong family man and a savvy businessman. He expected much from his family and workers, but gave back much as well. He contributed to many charities in Eastlake and was a strong supporter of the expansion of the Eastlake zoological garden, particularly for the carnivores. Because of his support, the Eastlake zoo is a world leader in wolf preservation and captive breeding. He contributed heavily to the expansion of the river parks and other civic projects. Under his guidance, Cook Co now leads the world in energy extraction technology, with their products being used worldwide. He was a frequent donor to his church, The Blessed Chapel, of which I am proud to say, is my flock. In a very real way, Emmett paid my salary during the lean years.”
“Emmett was a strong man with definite feelings towards the treatment of sluts, as he referred to most females. And he always said ‘female’ not women, saying that most of them didn’t deserve the respect that ‘woman’ implies. He was a leader in getting the White Slave Act of 2000 passed through congress and is part of the reason Eastlake, in particular the Southside, has such a vibrate slaving culture. He was opposed to the 2016 amendments, saying about them:”
“Terrible amendments, terrible for our culture. Still, a man is not a man if he can’t admit that he’s wrong about some things. And a stopped clock is right at least twice a day. I didn’t like it at the time, and I don’t like the rest of that silly cunt hugging amendment, but that mistress mumbo jumbo seems to be working out very well in retrospect.”
“However, he was instrumental in the 2024 amendments to the act, as well as several changes in sexual and indecency laws in general. If you like seeing naked females in public, and the ease at which you can convert a slut now, thank Emmett.”
“A common expression of Emmett said went something like this:”
“They said countless things about females back in my day; but if there is one thing the last 20 years have proven, it’s that sluts are only good for only three things:
One, using their holes to jerk us off. Young sluts should know their place is on their knees with a man’s cock in their mouth. Two, making more boys to use them as the cum dumps and sex dolls they are. And three, taking care of babies, raising more sluts for men to fuck and come inside before we trade them out for the younger ones they finish bringing up.”
“He was glad that he helped make is so these principles could be followed nationwide. We are proud to live up to this feeling of his today. As such, many of his daughters and a few of his granddaughters have been drugged to make them compliant.”
Jill Goldman. Kissed to death.
Oh, my God. I can’t believe that Dad is dead. I’m gonna miss him so much… I need someone to hold me. Let me ask that girl, she’s cute.
Would you hold me? I’m about to cry about Dad. OK, sure. My name is Jill, what’s yours?
Cynthia. Can I kiss you? Well, OK, I guess.
Jill had unknowingly drank some of the drugged drinks, despite not being one of Emmett's daughters. She is very passive and will do almost anything asked of her. Her father, Karl, is watching Cynthia and Jill make out with some interest.
She’s soft, her breasts are like warm pillows. And she kisses well. She tastes exquisite, almost like cherries. It’s been years since I kissed a girl. I forgot how much I like it.
“Would Jamie Cook and Mistress Charlene Cook, please come forward. As some of you may know, Emmett respected the mistress community, believing that they were instrumental in the subjugation of the rest of the female population. As such, Mistress Charlene was the only one of his hundreds of granddaughters to receive anything in his will. He left his slave-wife Dawn to her. Dawn will soon be over the coals and will be served as meat when she is done. Mistress Charlene had her tortured for 3 days before today, and she will be brought here to be a spit roast.”
Jill starts moaning and pulls back from Cynthia, who doesn't want to interfere with Reverend Calvin's eulogy, so she pushes Jill towards her and gives her a deep kiss. Jill starts to breathe heavily and nosily. To stop the noise, Cynthia pinches Jill's nose shut.
Got to keep Jill quiet until Calvin is done. Don’t want to attract any attention. God, she’s hot.
“Jamie was secretly converted while she was still in Emmett’s control, as were several others, but not all, of his 22 daughters. These secret slaves, as well as dozens of his granddaughters, with their father or guardian’s approval, have been given a cocktail of drugs in their drinks that should render them compliant with what is to follow. Mistress Charlene, please cut Jamie’s heart out as a blood sacrifice in your grandfather Emmett’s honor.”
As you wish, Reverend Calvin.
She’s starting to go limp, that’s not good, please hurry Charlene…
Mistress Charlene removes her top, to avoid getting blood on it, rips Jamie's top from her and pushes Jamie to the ground. Charlene pulls her knife and stabs it into Jamie's chest and begins to cut her rib cage so she can remove the heart. Jamie does not survive this, obviously. After a few moments of work with her knife, Charlene reaches into Jamie's chest and pulls out her heart.
Mistress Charlene sacrifices Jamie Cook
Reverend, here is the slut’s heart. What shall I do with it and the rest of her body?
“Toss the heart into one of the fire pits that are being prepared for the spit roasts and put the slut’s body in the growing pile of snuffed sluts bodies. She, like the rest of them, will be fed to the animals in the Eastlake zoo.”
Jill falls to the ground, not breathing.
Oh shit, I may have killed her!
Dear, what is your name? You see, it looks like you just snuffed one of my slaves without my permission. Ah, Cynthia, Cynthia McCall, I’m one of Emmett’s daughters. Is your husband here? No, he didn’t come. He wanted to break in his new slave. Are you a free woman, or has your husband enslaved you? I’m a free woman. Well, then in that case, you have two options, you can volunteer to be converted, and I will buy you, or you can take your chances with the courts. I want to warn you that killing an asset slave is a felony and there are several witnesses to your crime. Oh. Can I pay you her value? Fred gave me my own bank account. That might be higher than you can afford because she was not only an asset slave of my firm, she was also my daughter. As such, I feel that you should take her place in some way. You look like you would make a fine sex slave. Oh. Make up your mind. Well, I’ve heard about what happens to women that go in front of a judge in Eastlake. I have no desire to be a public torture victim, followed by being killed in some bloody manner. I’ll volunteer. Excellent, let’s go talk with Mr. West.
Cynthia and Mr. Goldman walk over to where Mike and the rest of the Spellbook staff are waiting.
Cynthia McCall, new slave
Mr. West, this is Cynthia McCall. She wants to volunteer to be converted, then I will purchase her. Seems she accidentally snuffed my daughter Jill and doesn’t want to go before an Eastlake court for felony destruction of property.
A blood test proves that Cynthia is neither on drugs nor pregnant. The transaction rapidly takes place.
OK, dear, please strip. Here? Yes, of course here. You’re a sex slave now. Sex slaves don’t wear clothing. OK OK, what? OK, master? Yes, please remember that, or you will join Jill. Now go over to the cleanup crew and have Jill’s body added to the wolf feed pile.
“Gentlemen and Mistress, my name is Karl Goldman, I’m Mr. Cook’s personal lawyer. Today, I am here to read Emmett Cook’s last will and testament for close family.”
“Mr. Cook had an interesting clause in my contract, which I will carry out now. He required me to snuff my daughter, June, before I read the will. I converted June into an asset slave 6 months ago, so she could act as a paralegal on Mr. Cook’s accounts, as he would not trust a free woman to work on them. This morning I removed her asset status, she is now a common use slave. Bert, if you will”
With that, Bert, Mr. Goldman’s assistant, grabbed June and put her in a garroting chair in the center of the room, put the cord around her neck and strapped her in it.
Karl grabbed the handle and started to twist it. “Sorry, June, but I need to do this. Just for what it’s worth, I sold your soul to the Dark Temple. The offered an excellent deal on it.”
“I, Emmett Cook, a resident in the City of Eastlake, County of Eastlake, State of Oklahoma, being of sound mind, not acting under duress or undue influence, and fully understanding the nature and extent of all my property and of this disposition thereof. I hereby make, publish, and declare this document to be my Last Will and Testament (“Will and Testament”). I hereby absolutely revoke any and all other wills and amendments previously made by me.”
“I designate Karl Goldman, a resident of the City of Eastlake, County of Eastlake, State of Oklahoma, as Personal Representative of my estate upon the death of his daughter, June Goldman.”
Karl Blushed and gave the garrote handle another twist, causing June’s face to turn red.
…
“I hope we can all agree that this particular clause has been sufficiently executed?” Karl said to the crowed with a raised eyebrow.
“I devise and bequeath my property, both real and personal and wherever situated, as follows:”
“To my grandson, Carl Cook, I give my sex slaves, Helen, Amanda, and Penny, to be used as he sees fit.”
“To my Granddaughter Mistress Charlene Cook, I give my slave Dawn, to be used as Charlene sees fit.”
Dawn, not knowing she was part of the estate, not a benefactor of it, starts to stand up and turn towards the door. Karl nods to Bert, who grabs Dawn, holds her then places a slave collar on her. He triggers the ‘stun’ feature on the collar, and Dawn collapses to the ground. Bert gives the remote control to Charlene, and says, “I believe this is yours now”.
“To my sons, Edward and Johen I give three million dollars, provided they convert to slave status all of their daughters who are of age now and will convert the underage daughters as they become of age.”
June’s face has turned a deep shade of red, and her lips are starting to turn blue.
“To my son Sam, I also bequest three million dollars, provide that he convert all five of his daughters and his current wife Irene”
“To Edward, I give the summer home on Grand Lake, my automobile collection and my private yacht on Grand Lake.
To Johen, I give the family home and estate in Eastlake with all slaves therein not accounted for by other bequests”
“To the Eastlake Mistress Society, I give one million dollars to be spent in the further of their mission of bringing women into servitude.”
“I furthermore direct that my funeral service be at the Southern Hills Country Club, and that at least one of my female descendants or slaves, apart from Mistress Charlène, be roasted and served to the guests.”
June appears to be dead.
“Except to the extent that I have included them in this Will, I have intentionally, and not as a result of any mistake or inadvertence, omitted in this Will to provide for any family member not mentioned in this Will.”
“Karl Goldman has a codicil for those son in laws of mine that attend my burial service, to be read after the service.”
“Bert, would you check to see if June is dead and if she is, then please call Hill’s Fine Meat and tell them the pickup I arranged earlier is ready?If not, please finish her off, then make the call. After that, call Jill and tell her that she is to drop out of law school and become my new paralegal.”
Southern Hill’s Country Club’s party area, one hour before wake service.
Sumisu Aki’s Family
West-sama? My name is Sumisu Aki. I worked as a liaison for my company, Yanmar, to Cook-Sama’s company. I wish to enslave my wife Sute, and my daughters Ima, Masa, Nomi, Hiroko, Maeko and Nayoko plus my secretaries, Morita Sachi and Himura Kinu in Cook-Sama’s honor. Cook-sama was always telling me that a slave family is the most harmonious family. Sadly, I did not do this while he was still alive.
Atsuko and her three eldest daughters.
I would also like you to enslave my sister-in-law, Matsumura Atsuko, who is Atsuko twin sister, and her three daughters, Hoshi, Sakura and Amarante. I have the proof needed for my sister-in-law and her daughters for enslavement by me, I believe you call this “personal contact enslavement” here in America. It was most pleasant gaining that right. There is no such option in Japan. Neither my wife, my daughters, my sister-in-law, and her daughters should be much of a problem today. They were warned that they maybe enslaved today, but they came to the event of their own free will, they were given the option of staying home.
I know that Japan has a lower age of consent than Oklahoma. Are all the daughters of age here?
While I am aware that the age of consent varies between Japan and American states, all the daughters are of age in Oklahoma.
Morita Sachi and Himura Kinu, Aki’s secretaries
I am also invoking the enslavement clause of my secretaries’ American employment contract. This may come as a surprise to them as they assumed that their American contract would be the same or similar as their Japanese employment contract. In Japan, it is rare, to the point of near nonexistent, to have such an enslavement clause in an employment contract. You may have trouble with capturing them.
Sumisu San, isn’t it legal to convert women in Japan? Why are you converting them here? I’ve seen anime and read manga where some characters are slaves, sometime all of them. It’s a popular version of Seinen and Shōnen anime and manga, plus even some Josei anime.
Vicky-san, while it is legal in Japan to enslave women and girls, it is not often done to your whole family at one time, much less your workers, which is normally not possible in Japan. It is also rather expensive to enslave women older than school girls aged, as the tax is, shall we say, high, at 40,000 yen per year starting the second year after they reach the age of consent. This is in addition to the normal tax on enslavement. The age tax on Sute, her twin sister Atsuko, and the secretaries alone comes to over seven thousand five hundred in American money. There is also a tax, that varies by the exact number of women and girls enslaved, on enslaving more than 2 family members at a time. After all taxes, the total to enslave all that I am doing today would be near twelve thousand American, plus the fee paid to the slaving company, which would add about two thousand more. While the company pays well, it does not pay that well. Most men in Japan are expected to have no more than three or four slaves, who were enslaved while still school girls. Because of the treaty between Japan and your country concerning slaves, women, and girls enslaved here are treated as slaves in Japan and no taxes are due, other than slave import duties. Regardless of if they would be taxes due if the enslavement happened in Japan. Slave import duties are a trivial cost.
Sumisu-Sama, I must ask, why is your sister-in-law in America? I understand why your secretaries would be Japanese and why your company would pay for them, but I would think that only your immediate family would be paid for by your company.
My company pays a monthly stipend, for dwelling and food costs, which is based on the number of dependents you have, so it is in my advantage to have as many dependents as possible. The rent on my house and our monthly food costs are far lower than the stipend, as it is set up for cites with a much higher cost of living than Eastlake. As to why I have my sister-in-law living here with me, she and her three daughters were living with my family while she searched for a job in Osaka. She had no husband and her family rejected her for having three daughters out of marriage, so I took her in. I did not know that this would be several years. By company policy, she and her daughters are dependents at the time of my moving here to Eastlake. They are also treated as dependents by your IRS for income tax purposes.
Sumisu-sama, I would be honored to enslave your family and secretaries. I’m sure that Cook-sama would approve. Can you point them out to me?
My family, plus my sister-in-law and her daughters, are by, or in, the hot tub. My secretaries are by the lake. You should not have trouble finding them, as they are the only Japanese women here today. You will have to speak through Nomi for my family, as she is the only one of my daughters that speaks fluent English. Both of my secretaries are fluent in English.
Matsumura Atsuko soon to be grilled Yaku style.
After you have enslaved them, I wish to have my sister-in-law, Atsuko killed. If you would, please cut her throat, then disembowel her. My daughter Ima is trained as a butcher and chef will prepare her in the traditional Japanese Yaku fashion, as I do not like the taste and texture of American style roasted slave. I invite you to try a taste of her when Ima has finished grilling her.
I wish to keep ownership of the rest, as they will bring a premium on the Japanese market, more so than I could get here in America, if I do not desire to keep them. I will be returning to Japan soon. Sumisu-Sama, because you are keeping your slaves, rather than selling them to my company, it will cost you five hundred dollars per conversion. That covers the federal tax and our fee. I can make you a deal for a total of six thousand for the whole family and your secretaries, that’s one slave for free. That is most fair West-Sama. That is less than half the price I would pay in Japan. I have been saving for this for a while, I just wish I had done it while Cook-sama was still alive. I thank you for your time.
Looks like that there is something in the Southside water that does things to people that live here. Or Mr. Sumisu wanted a divorce and didn’t want to go through the legal system. And he’s a busy man, having fucked as many women as he had, often enough to get personal contact status on them.
Vicky cleaning off Atsuko’s blood
Evan, Ian, Vicky go get them. Get the secretaries first, and just taser them to start. Mr. Sumisu implied that the family members wouldn’t be a problem. If there is a difficulty, taser the adult first. Run blood test on all of them and if they are green, then put them in the van, apart from the sister-in-law. Take her over to the kitchen. Evan, take the van back to the shop and return as soon as you can. Vicky, think you are up to cutting the throat of a slave then disemboweling her? I can try. Might have to taser her first. While she might go along with being a slave, she’s not likely to sit still why her throat is cut. It’d be my first throat cutting, we don’t do that in the torture room, or at least I don’t think we do. Might have changed since the Issac and Sheila have taken over, but I think that’s too fast of a snuff for them. Sheila might want to do a bloodbath, she seems the type. Speaking of which, I think I’ll strip to do it, so I don’t get blood on my clothes. I’ll wash off using the pool shower after I’m done. Well, people, get on it. Evan, go with Vicky in case she needs help.
Snuff by Deep Throat
Hi there. Are you one of the people killing women and girls? Yes, I am. Why do you ask? I want to be killed in the sexiest way possible. Can you do that for me? Well, first, are you a slave? If you are, I would need to get the permission of your owner. If you’re a free woman, you would need to volunteer for conversion. Once you do that, you are mine to treat as I wish, which includes snuffing you. I’m not a slave, or I would just ask my master to kill me in some sexy way. What do I have to do to volunteer?
Fill out this form on my tablet, then get on your knees. Why on my knees?
Because I’m going to kill you by choking you to death while you deep throat my cock. Just let me put this face fucking block of wood between your jaws to keep you open and so you don’t bite. I don’t have a gag reflex, I don’t think I will bite. You say that, but I’ve seen slave bite from just face fucking, never mind long deep throats. That’s why I have the face fuck blocks.
Yes, master, I understand. Put the block in my mouth. I’m not your master yet. Fill out the form first.
Yes sir.
OK, never actually killed a slave while she was deep throating me. This should be good.
Well, she is taking it all the way down, oh, yeah, doing that throat muscle thing. I’ll hold her head down so she can’t come up for air.
Oops, trying to pull up. Nope, not letting you. Gotta hold her tighter by the face. Keep it down bitch. I should have looked at her name on the form, but I don’t really care.
Nope, not coming up, sorry slut, you asked for this, I don’t care if you changed your mind. Gotta keep a tight grip on her. Glad that block is there, she’ trying to bite.
Ah, she’s spasming. Damn that feels good. Nope, not letting you up slut. Her jaw is losings up, I think she’s going unconscious now.
Ah, yeah more spasms. The seem to be slowing down. Her face is red and her lips are turning blue. And she seems to be done. Well, gonna keep my cock in there just a little longer and my hand on her throat, make sure she’s dead.
Ah, she just twitched. Not dead yet. Let me shove it in a little more. Ah, yeah. That’s it. I think I can use her as a cock sleeve with out coming out of her throat. Yeah, OK. Gonna cum now… Ah yeah!
Not feeling any pulse. Yeah, she’s dead.
Evan, toss her on the pile with the rest of them.
Sir, did you just choke my sister to death with your cock in her throat? I mean, to death? Yes, I did, she asked to be snuffed in the sexiest way possible. I decided that she should die with my cock in her throat. That was hot. Wait about 30 minutes and I’ll do you if you like. No, my master wouldn’t like that. Are you sure? Why don’t you ask him, I’ve got a few more face fuck blocks, in case he wants to do that way?
No, he told me how he was going to snuff me. He’s going to drown me some time when I’m taking a bath. He even got an extra deep bath tub just so he can kill slaves that way. I’ll be his fourth. Well, OK then. As long as you get snuffed, that’s all that matters. Tell him that if he wants you to be tortured to come by Spellbook Slaves, we have a torture room designed for viewing, complete with sex slaves to service him while his slave or slaves are tortured or snuffed. I’ll tell him that. He might like to do that.
Hello! I take it this is the place to come to if you want a troublesome family member hung. My name is Gilbert Northway and I want my daughter, Ilene hung. She has pissed me off for the last time, saying she rather be shopping instead of being at her grandfathers service. Just because he wanted her to suck his dick is no reason to not come to his service. She should have done that as a dutiful granddaughter. Her mother did, and she was his daughter. All her sisters who were old enough did. OK Mr. Northway, if you will just fill out this form on my tablet and point her out to us, we can take care of that problem for you.
She’s the skinny blond over there talking to those other girls. The one on the right?
Yes, that’s her. I’ve got to ask, is she of age, she looks rather young.
Oh, no she’s old enough. Check the state database.
Ilene Northway, she’d rather be shopping
Ilene Northway? Yes, what can I…
<ZAP>
OK Ian, take a blood test, and if she’s good, strip her and hang her on that tree. On it boss. Are you sure she’s old enough? Database says she is and that’s all that matters. Should have done that as soon as she turned of age. I’ve got 12 that are still underage, and the wife is pregnant with four. You will be seeing me a lot over the next decade. I might convert them all on their birthdays from now on. Might not snuff them, might just sell them, depends on how they act as younger teenagers. Come on by when they turn of age and we can help you. You know that a year after her next birth, if you can prove that you are getting married again immediately, you can convert your wife. They have to be picking up their attitude up from somebody, so it’s either her or their school. I recommend getting them out of the public school system and sending them to either Dutch Hall or Triumphant High when they get old enough. Both of those schools will make them into obedient daughters, granted in different ways. Of course, Tesla High will also break them of most bad habits, but they would need to be of age to go there anyway, which doesn’t help you.
I’ll keep that in mind. Several of my secretaries have been making hints about becoming sex slaves to me, and I’m strongly thinking about it. The wife is pregnant enough that I don’t get as much sex as I’d like. She doesn’t like sex after about the 5th month. Might marry one of the secretaries instead of just fucking them then making them a slave. Knowing my luck, I’ll get her pregnant and will not be able to convert her. I’ll marry that one. Well, that’s at least 18 months down the line. The twins’ birthday is coming up next month, and they are a handful, so I’m pretty sure I’m having them converted then. Come on by, we offer the best prices for new slaves in the Eastlake metro area.
And if he puts them in Triumphant High and is even late on one payment, all the female members of his family will be seized. The underage ones will go into a state home and sold as soon as they are of age. Their contract is rather strict on that. Dutch Hall avoids that issue by asking for their tuition up front. I’m not sure which school is worse, well better, from my point of view. Leaning towards Triumphant because they get the whole family at once, not one daughter at a time.
Mr. West? I’m Joseph Wilkinson. I know you are doing family things today, but I’d like to know if I can convert my girlfriend today? We snuck off and had some sex. What she didn’t notice is that I had my phone on a stump, recording the whole thing. She’s normally careful about that. Anyway, I’m tired of her now, I’ve found a set of twins here that are willing to do threesomes on demand, so I’d like to snuff her in some sort of gross way. Not just hanging, but something really weird. Well, we do have a drowning mud pit. She would be stripped, then lowered into head first. She would drown in thin mud. Our special for the day is a 400 dollar all in one, capture, convert, test, strip, and snuff. That covers all taxes and fees. Oh, that sounds good. Actually, excellent. She has a fear of drowning. She wouldn’t even walk near the deep end of a pool. She’s over there by the blond hanging. Her name is Hope Simmons. OK, the pit is over by that tree line.
Hope Simmons, Joseph’s ex-girlfriend
Hope Simmons? Yes?
<ZAP>
God I love tasers. Make capturing sluts so much easier. Which is important for old farts like me.
Well, Hope, we’re going to do something new, to you, we will drown you in a mud pit. Your ex-boyfriend Joseph thought that sounded like something you would really not like. She’s waking up boss.
Oh God, please don’t drown me. Please, just cut my head off or hang me, anything but drowning. Please. OK, lower her down
PLEASE
<GLUB>
Look at her thrash around. She really doesn’t like this at all. I told you she had a fear of drowning.
It’s getting towards the time of the start of the service and they still only have two roasts. Not gonna be enough. Ah, here comes a country club official to the microphone now. Bet he ask for some more.
Gentlemen and Mistresses, may I have your attention. I have a request to make of you. We need at least 3 more live roasts. While I know there are several dead slaves now, Mr. Cook specified in his instructions for this service that only live roast was to be served. If anyone would like to volunteer a wife or daughter, ideally one of Mr. Cook’s daughters or granddaughters, please see Mr. West if they are not enslaved already, so he can convert them and then sell them to us. We are offering two thousand to him for this, which means you would get the wholesale value of the woman, which should be about a thousand. Please contact us immediately after the service. Thank you.
And now the service starts. We need to stand back and look respectful, then they start the spit and live roasts, and we have a 4 hour intermission until the roasted sluts are done. I suspect I’ll get a lot of business during that time.
Spellbook Slaves, 7:00 AM the day after the Cook family’s visits.
Floor Model in Bondage
Thomas, go get some red rope and tie Samantha up when she gets in the cage. Nothing major, just a full Shibari harness with some arm and leg restraints. Pull her teddy off her tits. No gag today. Tie a Hitachi “Magic Wand” to her. I want her in a state of near orgasm for the rest of her time in the cage today. Sir, I’m not sure if I can handle that. Did I ask you? I think you will find that the contract you signed give me the right to do to you anything that will not lead to permanent damage. Besides, if you were a real slave, you wouldn’t have a choice, now, would you? You said you wanted as close to the real slave experience as possible. Making sex slaves cum for hours is a standard thing. Now, do you want the slave experience or not? Yes sir, I crave being treated like a slave. Please tie me up and make me cum all day if that is what you desire. I think I will just that, but don’t you dare cum until I’m off this phone call with Alex.
Alex, yes I know it’s early, don’t care. I need you to come in little early today. I’ll pay you double your normal hourly rate. We have a situation here, and it’s in your ball of wax.
Yes, I’m sure it’s your problem, but I don’t think you’ll mind working on it.
Yes 9 will be fine. See you then.
Kytte Torture Room Goth, Expert with the whip
OK, slut you can cum any time you want. Don’t moan, however. If I hear you, I’ll have Kytte give you twenty lashes. She’s an expert at maximum pain with no marks. Really quite astonishing. I’m sure you will find out about that soon enough. If nothing else, a customer might want to see it. Just think, you would get a bonus in your paycheck if that happens. Yes sir, no noise. I understand you would rather not be interrupted at work by the noise a worthless woman makes. I shall be silent. You may whip me whenever you want. I am a worthless object for men’s pleasurable viewing. I have no value beyond that. Don’t forget that. It’s your second day here, and you have already given me back talk. This is the 1st and only time you can do that without punishment.
Yeah, she’s not gonna last the month, then she’ll want out of her contract. To bad for her that will result in her conversion and becoming a sex slave for real. Think she’ll spend time nude and asking customers if they want blow jobs real soon. Want to see how far I can push her.
Nine AM, Spellbook Slaves.
Maria and Alondra, two torture room goths. Sold to “Daddy Issac”
OK, Mr. West, what is so time-critical it brings me in three hours early? Well, we sold the goths yesterday. Yes, I heard about that. Or favorite “let’s watch some snuffs” couple bought them. What does that have to do with me before shift? Well, they were, in addition to the torturers and executioners in the room, they were also sucks slaves. As of today, we only have 2 of them on duty at a time, with the other 4 “on call” 24/7 for more involved or longer sessions. And? Well, you need to get some suck slaves by 1 PM today because we have a bunch of frat rats that want to watch their housemother be tortured and maybe snuffed. They specified that they are going to want to, and I quote, “Get their rocks off in a young hot slave’s throat.” So you have 3 hours to get at least four, maybe as many as eight, suck slaves with high oral ratings as possible. I’d say take them out of our stock, but there is a problem with that, the Delta Delta Delta girls and Sam Cook’s family, who all had high sex scores, were all bought yesterday, almost as soon as we posted them on the website, by “Take It Bitch”, a rent a sex slave shop opening for EU students next to the campus. I give it 6 months before it goes out of business, but that’s beside the point. The 13 other Cook family slaves are either being tortured right now or don’t have sex slave certificates, which someone said all our suck slaves had. As I recall, they even specified a score of 85 or higher. Oh, yeah, that was you. And before you ask, no, there aren’t currently any grade A with scores high enough for the room in the rest of our stock. Wrong time of year for that. So it’s your problem getting this issue fixed. OK, I read in the “Greek Life” email list that both Delta Delta Delta and Delta Gamma had suck contest in the last week. Maybe I can get them to convert the losers. Loser? We don’t want low skill girls here. You forget that in all sororities at Eastlake University, you need at least an 85 on oral skills to even be admitted as a pledge. You also have to have at least a B+ appearance grade. And no fat chicks. The frat’s made those conditions a requirement over a decade ago. Actually, it was the Greek Board of Conduct, but the number of fraternity chapters way out number of sororities chapters. Votes on the board are per chapter, regardless of the size of the chapter, so it passed. Anyway, I’ll see about getting some contestants from the cocksucking contest. If all else fails, we can rent some from one of the suck shops. I know that’s a last option, but I’m putting it out there. I’m not going to ask why you are on the Greek Life email list. Reasons. I used to be a Kappa Alpha Order brother, and I never unsubscribed from the list. The current list admin and the one before him are clueless, and they haven’t done a purge in like eight years.
Any way let me get out to the chapter houses and see what I can do. If I can’t get the losers of the contest, I suspect I can get some volunteers if the know that they have at least a six month no sell agreement. Speaking of which, why did you let the goths be sold? Issac and Sheila Barton spend over a seventy-five thousand a year with us, twenty-five thousand in the last week. They have changed their auto-buy requirements in a way that pretty much insures that they will be spending a lot more from this point on. That makes them in the top 5 non-corporate buyers, so they get special consideration. I also asked the goths if they wanted to be sold to them, but keep working here. The general reply was, “Live with Daddy Issac? Sure!”. So they got sold, even if there were a couple of months left on their agreement. I’m happy, Issac and Sheila are happy, the goth chicks are happy, everybody is happy. Now go get some suck slaves, you have wasted enough time as it is. If we are buying them from Tri Delta, what sort of price are we looking at for them? Oh, I think 150% of normal wholesale, we need to make this worth their while. Offer that as to person of choice for the other sorority.
Delta Delta Delta chapter house, Eastlake University
Oh, hello Alex, what brings you out here in a morning, I thought you were the afternoon person? I am, but we have a problem at the shop which is my fault, or at least in my bailiwick, but I think you, as a chapter officer, can help me out. Do you still have that “if you lose a contest, you might be converted by the officers of the chapter” clause in your contract that pledges sign? Well, yeah, but we don’t use it that often. In fact, we haven’t used it without the contestant knowing that conversion was on the table in the three years I’ve been here, and to be honest, I’m not sure whether I want to set a precedent on it unless there is a good reason to. Hear me out, this might be a good reason, at least for the chapter. I understand that you had an informal blowjob contest to decide who would represent Delta Delta Delta at the all Greek party’s “Which sorority gives the best head” contest next month. We would like to buy the losers from the Delta Delta Delta try out contest at 150% normal wholesale prices. They get a 6 month no sell agreement. They are going to act as the sex slaves in our torture chamber, just as sex slaves, no non-voluntary torture, apart from for disciplinary reasons. Option upgrade to permanent asset slave status after the six months are up, depending on “Quality of work”, like for example, no gag reflect and liking having their hair pulled. Well, yeah. that’s a good reason. 150% is way more than we normally get, you normally low-ball us, not complaining, I know it’s just business with Spellbook and the other slavers are even worse. Anyway, we were contemplating selling a half a dozen or so pledges to pay for next week’s mega party, this just makes it easier to decide on which ones. Speaking of the party, be ready for some pickups. I don’t know how that’s going to go, but with a lot of fraternity men at a party, there will be some sex-based conversion. How did you know about the contest anyway, that wasn’t really all that public? It was mentioned in the “Greek Life” email list. Oh, need to speak to Eirwen about what she publishes. And maybe punish her. Which raised the question of why do you read it? You have been out of school for, what, ten years now? I would think that apart from net-working the “Greek Life” wouldn’t be something you care about. Reasons. Mainly for things like this, you would be surprised how many sororities do things that attract my professional attention. OK. Let me see if the losers are still in the house. Most sisters don’t have morning classes so they can recover from the night before. Hmm, might start having pledges have at least one six thirty class and make sure they have a hard night the day before. But that might affect our grade point average, and that needs to stay up. Thank you, and let me know if your grade point average falls enough for national to take notice. We could make it so that your average stays high. I’ll keep that in mind. It might be important around midterms.
Delta Delta Delta Blow Job Contest
OK, all the losers are still here. I also asked the other officers about converting them and the general reply was “Why not, why are fucking bothering me with this shit in the morning, it’s your damn job, fucking handle it.” Every so often, they were even ruder than that. But they all agreed, and I recorded it, so that should protect me from mad fathers, which happens about once a year. You would think fathers would know what they are getting their daughters into when they pledge here, a lot of them got their first slave from good old tri delta parties. Anyway, I signed the papers, in my position of chapter treasurer, so they are slaves belonging to the chapter now. At the price you are offering and the no sell agreement, we might have been able to have a couple of rock-scissors-paper games and get you some more “losers”. Want to do that? Well, maybe. Delta Gamma had a contest as well. If they don’t pan out I’ll be back. Do you want the payment in your slave account or is this special? The normal account will be fine.
Yeah, like everything else in Southside, money wins out over bonds of family or sisterhood. Which is a good thing, it’s part of our business model. Anyway that’s four down. Let see if we can get some volunteers at Delta Gamma.
Delta Gamma Chapter House, Eastlake University.
Oh, Hello Alex, you’re not supposed to be here until next Monday. Next Monday? Why? It’s a secret. Can’t even tell you. But I can tell make sure the big van is ready. And maybe the little one as well. OK, I’ll make sure they are good to go. Anyway, there is a reason I’m here. To make a long story short, I need 4 or 5 sucks slave and I hear you just had a cocksucking contest. You already posted a mug shot of the contest. Please ask them to volunteer, there is a 6 month “no sell” agreement with this. We’ll pay 150% of their wholesale value to the person or organization of their choice. The no sell agreement can be changed to asset slave status on good behavior and high rating from customer scores. Have you gone to Tri Delta? They had a contest as well. They are, well, slaver friendly than we are. Not saying that pledges and frosh members don’t need to stay on their toes, but we normally only have a conversion party once a school year. Next week’s secret event isn’t that, but it’s going to be big. I’ll give you a hint, it’s from national. Yeah, got the 4 Tri Delta losers of their contest in the van right now. Well, OK, let me ask our suck queens if they want to volunteer. Thank you.
Delta Gamma Blow Job Contest mug shot.
OK, all five of them have agreed to volunteer. They will be down in a minute. Is that OK or do I need to ask some other girls about this or not?
No, those five will be more than enough.
Wonder how many of these girls volunteered for the money? Two or three I’ll bet. Either that or they were “voluntold” by the chapter officers. Meh, don’t care, not my problem, either way I got my cock sucking slaves before noon. The boss should be happy with that.
OK Boss, I got nine. From the Tri Deltas meet Heidi Webb, Elizabeth Simpson, Mollie Barnes and Poppy Thomas. These were the losers of their blowjob contest. They were converted by the treasurer this morning for losing a contest and then sold to us. From Delta Gamma we have Grace Davies, Aleah Russell, Caitlin Olson, Malaysia Calderon, and Ally Bond. They were all five of the contestants of Delta Gamma’s blowjob contest, and they all volunteered, or were voluntold, not my problem as to which. Oddly, all of them chose to have their sale value price given to the Kappa Alpha Order fraternity’s general fund. Not going to think too much about what means. Oh, Delta Gamma’ house mom says that there will be something big, directed by their national leadership next Monday, and we should have both vans ready. Wouldn’t tell me anymore. OK, that’s good to know, maybe. We only have room for 8 torture room sex slaves right now, and that’s hot bunking them, 4 for each day and night shift. Meh. We’ll install a bunk bed, and one luck slut doesn’t have to hot bunk. Or they can shove all the beds together and sleep in on a big lesbian puddle like the goths did. It’s too bad that room doesn’t have a webcam, might have gotten some clicks for “hot goth lesbian slave sluts”.
Slaves, I want to warn you that two slaves are being tortured around the clock in the room you will be working in. Both of them will be killed in a very unpleasant way, they will be spit roasted alive. You just missed a torture to death scene. You may have to clean up the blood if she was snuffed in a bloody fashion. The only reason she was tortured to death is that she was a redhead with breast implants. We have some excellent clients that like to see that sort of slut snuffed in great pain. Keep what is happening in that room in mind in case you decide to act up. Also, Sigma Chi is bringing in their “housemother” for some torture and maybe snuff. She should have been careful who she had sex with and made sure there wasn’t a camera in the room. Those frat bros will be your first clients. You want to make them happy if you want to increase your status. You want to increase your status. Low status will result in some light to medium torture. Anyway, what is going on should give you an idea as to what might happen to you if you get punished for any reason. I expect you to be deep throating some frat rat while one of your ex sisters is tortured to death. Sorry about that, but that’s life and death in Eastlake.
Now get these slaves to the torture room, have them clean it if it needs it then get them ready to suck frat rats.
Southern Hill’s Country Club’s party area, 2 days later, mid-morning.
Are you from the slaving company? I’m Steve Bray, husband of Sheryl Cook, and I’d like to sell her and my daughters who are old enough to sell. I’ve got five and will have three more in a couple of months.
That didn’t take long. Wonder how many more family sales we get in the next two hour. The wake doesn’t officially start until then. And of course we have, after the actual wake service, a 4 hour wait while the spit roasts cook. Looking at the size of this crowd 2 meat slave aren’t gonna cut it. They better have at least two, maybe three or four also roasting.
Steve Bray’s elder daughters.
Well, sure, we can do that. We came ready to convert every woman and girl here. You heard him, strip down and say goodbye to your friends.
The Ex, Sheryl Bray
No need to be that dramatic about it. I’m sure many of their friends will be converted today, you just happen to be the first. Do you want to snuff any of them? We have several options if you do, hanging, throat cutting, beheading with an ax, drowning in mud, the old standby of blowing their head off. Of course, you could volunteer one of them as a roast. They are gonna need more than the two they have scheduled. No, I don’t think I want to snuff any of them, I’ll just sell them. You understand that there is a good market for teen snuff bunnies right now. Good chance that at least one of them will be snuffed in the next week, probably in our torture room. It that happens, do you want a copy of the snuff video? You know, I think I do. For some reason, that sort of excites me. Just so you know, your wife is probably going to end up butchered and smoked for a BBQ restaurant in a couple of days, the weekend at the latest. She looks to be “Grade A” Real meat. If that happens, please let me know the name of the restaurant. Are you sure you would rather not snuff one?
I would rather not be responsible for killing them, but if someone else does, I want to be part of it somehow.
Excuse me, you’re the gentleman who converted all of Mr. Cook’s son’s family, right? Yes, what can I do for you? I’m Kelly Shepherd and I want to know what I have to do to hang my wife, Darlene. She’s one of the Elder Cook’s daughters.
This dude is giving off some weird vibes. Think I’ll do the full spiel on him.
Do you have a son under 10 or a daughter under 8? Are you currently legally drunk or high?
Is she currently pregnant? Nope to the first three and pretty sure she’ not pregnant, we have been married for 5 years, and she hasn’t gotten pregnant once. Pretty sure she’s sterile. Then fill out this form on my tablet, electronically sign it, pay me my three hundred dollar fee, then you can do whatever you want to her, which includes hanging her. Ah, do you have any rope? As it happens, yes I do. Rental fee is 50 per hour, 30 minute minimum. We also have an all-in-one service where we subdue the slave, if she’s not a volunteer, test her for legal conversion status, then snuff her in the manner of your choose, within reasons. That runs four hundred. OK, do you take debit cards, or do I need to go to an ATM? We take cash, debit cards, and credit cards, but some credit card issuing banks have their fee for slave related transactions, and our account is tagged as slave related, for obvious reasons.
OK so, I’m milking this wake for all it’s worth. Millions of dollars seem to be at stake here, so I’m getting my share.
OK, I’ll take the all-in-one service. That way I can record it, for evidence at the reading of 2nd will. 2nd will? Yeah, they say that the Elder Mr. Cook has a 2nd will to be read after he is buried that covers his daughters and their children. It’s rumored that converting or killing them will get you some money, and even if it’s just a ten thousand or so, I want in on that.
And, yet again, Southside, where money is more important than family ties. And it seems just a rumor of money, even fairly small amounts, will trigger it. Or this is a low cost divorce.
And if it doesn’t? You would have snuffed your wife for no purpose. Yeah, so? It’s not like there aren’t 15 women for every man. I could be married again tomorrow. Might even do it today, from one of them here. I mean, there is a going to be a person with at least a marry and burylicense here today. OK, fill out this form on my tablet, check this option, and point her out for us.
Moments later.
The Ex, Darlene Shepard.
Excuse me, are you Mrs. Shepherd? Yes…
<ZAP>
OK, do the blood test. If she’s clean, string her up. Any bets that this gets us more snuff request? At a Southside public religious service with slaves involved? Are you kidding me? Of course, we are going to get more, surprise it took this long. The last wedding I was at, I had 3 guys waiting to show me proof of sex as soon as I got out of the truck. Two of them wanted them snuffed as soon as possible. This isn’t a wedding, it’s a burial service, and it’s supposed to be quiet, reflective, and thoughtful, unlike a wedding, which is a type of celebration of life, even if a lot of them have some death involved. Religious celebrations have been weird for the last 20 or so years. That’s what I’m saying. It’s a gathering of Southside people, where there is maybe some money to be had and there are slaves involved. Snuffing and conversions are going to happen. You are far too cynical, my young apprentice. I work the front desk more than you boss. I know what’s going on with the Southside of late, the torture room gets used two or three times a day. Hey, if I’m your apprentice, does that mean I’m going to get paid more? Just a figure of speech, sorry.
Oh, look here comes another one, with his family in tow. Conversion or snuff? Five bucks. Conversion. Hi! I’m Norman McKay, I saw you hanging Debra and I want to do that to my wife. And convert the girls. Going for the second will, are you? Oh, no, not a member of the family, a friend of Ed Cook. He told me about selling his family off, and it made me think. I’ve got a job offer out of state, and it seems like a good time to just get a fresh start in life. And why you’re hanging your wife instead of just converting her? Just curious. Oh, no reason, actually thought that would be better all around. OK, my young apprentice, it’s a tie. No winners this time. Same bet for the next one? Sure. What do you mean by all that? We had a bet on if you were coming up to us for a conversion or a snuff. Turns out you want both. Any way, let me get the right set of forms on my tablet here. Fill out this one for your daughters to start with, then hit “Status Check”. OK, It says, “All Valid”. OK, point them out to Evan and let him get them. Evan, try not to do too much violence this early in the day, don’t want to scare other customers off. Mr. McKay, do you want the all in once service for your wife, or do you want to kill her yourself? And what about your daughters? Do you want to keep them, or are you selling them to us? I’ll let you all do it as well, I guess the ex now, and I’ll go ahead and sell the girls to you. OK, fill out this form, check the ‘kill’ option, then point her out to me and I’ll snuff her.
Excuse me, are you Mrs. McKay? Oh! FUCK! You’re not doing me like you did Debra! I’ll fucking kill you Norman! I can’t believe you are doing this, we agreed on just the girls! Fuck you, fuck your dye blonde bitch of a mother!
And she running. Damn it. Must not be one of the submissive ones. Sluts that aren’t major submissive are getting scarce, not unheard of, but only 25% or so, with the rate seeming to be dropping. And I’m way too old to go chasing after a runner, submissive or not. That’s why I have 20 something workers.
Ian! Run after her and take her down. Nonlethal if you can.
McKay Family
OK girls, no running, we’re not going to snuff you today, but let’s be calm, I can taser you and do this the hard way. Please strip for me. Yes, sir. Are you going to kill mom? Are you going to rape us? Me personally? No, but she’s getting hung. And you girls have been sold, but we aren’t going to do anything to you right now, but when you get back to the shop you might be used or sold as a sex slave. It’s hard to say with girls your age. Now, let me take a blood sample and test it to see if you’re even legal for conversion.
Norman McKay’s ex Wife
OK, boss. I got her. Can I be the one that snuffs her? I haven’t done one in a couple of months, and she pissed me off. Sure, Ian, knock yourself out. I suspect there will be a bunch more today. Don’t burn yourself out. Yes, boss. Evan! Once you’re sure the ex Mrs. Shepard is dead, take these nine to the shop. Put them in the day holding cell.
Excuse me, sir. Is Alice McKay a slave now? If she was one of Norman McKay’s daughters, yeah, just about to take her to the shop, why do you ask? Well, she’s my girlfriend, or I guess was. I’d like to buy her now.
Oh dear. Didn’t think this would happen Should of though of it however. Young love is powerful thing sometimes. I’ll cut him a bit of deal, she’s just a B+ anyway
OK, Her sale price is eighteen hundred. Cash or card. Did you have that? Yes, sir, just means it’s gonna be another couple of months before I get a new, well new to me, car. I can live with using Dad’s clunker for a while. Here’s my card. OK, run over and tell Evan that’s she yours now, before he loads her up in the van. Thank you, sir! No problem. When you want more slaves, come by the store and take your pick.
Random Deep Throat
Hi! I’d like to suck your cock! Oh, right here? Of course. I’m only tangentially related to this whole thing. My girlfriend is friends with one of the dead dude’s granddaughters. We have an open relationship, we can do just about what we want, as long was we’re honest about it. I wouldn’t have come with her, but they said there gonna be long pig. I haven’t had that in years, and I remember liking it. Then I found out it’s gonna be four or five hours before dinner is served, so I’m looking way to kill time. Plus it sorta hot. You kill young girls like me for a living. You might snuff me some day. Do you want to volunteer for that? We can hang you here. No, not today. I might come by your store later, if I get really bored with life. Slave, sex slave, pain slut, snuff bunny. None of those sound boring.Do you want to know my name? Not really, you said something about cocksucking? Why don’t you do that now? Yes, master.
Be careful when and where you say that.
Random Anonymous Facial
Is that your boss that my girlfriend is deep throating? Ah. yeah, why? Cum on my face What? Pull out your cock and jerk off on my face. You know that counts as an act right? Yeah, but the only way I’m gonna see you again is if we decide to volunteer, so I’m not worried about 2 more from you, to honest you’re not really my type. I don’t know what to say to that. Come on, less jawing, more jacking. We agreed that if either got sex at this shindig, the other one could as well. I haven’t had a good cum wash in a while, so why not?
Ian, see that bimbo over on the deck? Sorta hard to miss
Cassandra, Random Bimbo To Snuff.
Go find out whom she belongs to and buy her for as little as you can, fifteen hundred max. I think the Issac Barton would like to snuff her. On it boss
So what’s your name pretty lady? Cassandra Poole, who are you? I’m Evan, I’m here on business. So, what’s your relationship with the deceased? Oh, I’m not even a friend of the family, I’m here to snag a man or at least get a date. So, your not here with a man then. Do you like sex? Of course. Why would I get tits like these if I would rather not be a walking sex doll? Are you coming on to me? You have a very direct manner, I think I like that.
Well sorta, have you ever thought about just becoming a sex slave?
Well, yeah, it’s been on my mind for a while. Why do you ask?
Cassandra Poole as a Sex Slave
Well, the business I’m here on is being a slaver. If you want to be a sex slave, all you have to do is fill out this form on my table, and take a blood test, you know, to make sure your not pregnant or on hard drugs. Well, I don’t know it’s a big decision to make. Come on, it’ll be fun! Well, OK, give me the tablet. I’m bored with my job right now. I hardly ever get fucked in the office, I mean, I just give maybe one blow job a day. I can assure that your life as a sex slave will not be boring. Weird at times, but never boring.
Well that was easy. She either has wanted to be a sex slave for a while, or she lives up to the stereotype of big tits and dyed blond hair make you dumb. Either way, not my problem. To bad she’s gonna die in agony really soon.
OK, I need you to strip now. You mean, here? In front of all these people? Well, yeah, you’re a sex slave now. Are you saying you have never been nude in public? I find that difficult to believe. Well, a couple of times in high school, but that was before I got my tits. Only danced naked in a club once since then, now wait, I forgot the trip to LA, make that 4 or 5 times. Oh, I forgot the trip to Mexico. I really don’t know how many times I was naked in a club there. Almost every night, and we would change clubs a bunch during the night. Once you get to the van, I’ll put a collar on you to mark you as a sex slave. OK, I’ll strip, but only because I’m a slave and my master told me to. <giggle> Yes, I’m your master now, and I don’t want you to wear clothes ever again.
<giggle> Yes master<giggle>
OK boss, done. She’s in the van and collared. How much did she cost Nothing. She’s volunteered to be a sex slave. I say we use her that way for a week to too then give her to Issac, so she will not be suspicious of him and Shelia.
Volunteer to hang
Can you hang me? That is a service we provide. May I ask why?
My asshole husband is talking about give me as another roast, they don’t think they have enough. He’s talking about using the live rack and I have no desire to be roasted alive. I noticed that last party here, and I don’t want anything to do with it. For what it is worth, you would make a great roast. Just about the perfect mix of marbling to meat. I didn’t need to know that. Well, maybe I did, that tells me that he’s serious about this, if any of the cooks have talked to him about me.
You know you could just volunteer to be a slave and that would stop him from converting you.
I know I’m too big to be a sex slave, and I would rather not be just another worker slave. And if he asked to buy me, would you sell me to him? Of course, that’s my business.
And I don’t want to risk that he does and has me roasted at a party later. Hang me. OK, fill out this form on my tablet, check the ‘kill’ option then let me get a blood test from you.
Hi! We would like to know if you have any means of killing a wife other than hanging?
Sure, we have throat cutting, beheading with an ax, drowning in mud, the old standby of blowing their head off. And they are looking for more live roasters, but that’s not technically us.
So, what do you say guys? I don’t know, beheading sound good. Yeah, that or just blowing their head off, but that’s sorta mundane, yeah, let’s go with beheading.
How much does it cost? Well, we have an all-in-one special that includes conversion and tax, capture and a method of snuffing your choice. That runs four hundred. Anything more complex, like torture before, or gang rape, costs more. No, just beheading them sounds OK. No need to add on to it. Sure, just fill out these forms on my tablet, click the “kill” button and pay me. I need to know their names for capture purposes. Betty Wall Jan Bullock Mildred Owen
OK, they are as good as dead, assuming they aren’t pregnant, that will stop their conversion, and hence their being snuffed. Can you please give me a general idea where they are?
They are that group standing over by that oak tree. Probably planing their next expensive shopping trip. Getting tired of multi thousand dollar credit card bills.
And there it is. It’s always about money some how with Southsiders. There ought to be some way we can work that into our advertising. Think about that later.
Betty, Jan, Mildred?
Yes?
<ZAP><ZAP><ZAP>
OK, get a blood test and if they are clean, prep them for beheading, field expedient style, I think.
Waiting for the Axe
Girls, you should have listened to us when we said to tone down the clothes shopping. Now you’re gonna get your heads cut right off.
I’ll be good, Gordon, you don’t have to do this! Yeah, Craig, please don’t kill me. What about the girls? Anything to say Mildred? Would it stop you?
Well, no Then I have nothing to say. Get a pretty one as my replacement. I can do that, in fact, I’ve got my eyes on one already. Pig
Sorry, we already paid nonrefundable fees. Even if they don’t kill you, you’re all slaves now. And we don’t really believe you that y’all would stop spending our money. So, it’s off with your heads. Bye bye now.
OK, girls, I’ve been researching Oklahoma slave culture and laws. I found out about something called “SINO” or “Slave In Name Only”. Seems that there is a yearly Oklahoma tax for registering a slave that way, but it does give the slave some protections as long as the tax is paid. I have registered you as SINO and paid the tax effective this morning. Next semester all of you are going back to school, and Ella, once you graduate from Tesla, I’ll send you Eastlake University, assuming that is what you want. All of you will be allowed to have friends, even boyfriends, but I have to meet them and approve of them. Obviously, none of you will be joining a sorority, there is just too much risk there. As far as living arrangements go, we are not all going to try to sleep in the same bed anymore, as much fun as that was, there really isn’t enough room on a queen-sized bed for 4 people. I’m exchanging my queen-sized bed for a king-sized, and buying a set of twins for the guest bedroom. One of you will take turns spending the night with me on a rotating basis. Only have big four person orgies as a special occasion, like when we introduce Ella to penetrating sex. You need to let me know when you want that, but don’t take too long, or I might just tie you spread eagles on the bed and have my way with you. Just kidding, more or less, but don’t take too long.
Morning at Spellbook Slaves
Thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, this is Thomas, how may I help you?
Yes, this is Isaac Barton, and I think I’ll need to talk to Mr. West directly about this. I want to buy all your goth slaves, but let them more or less keep their current position at your establishment.
Yeah, that sounds like a Mr. West problem, way over my pay grade. Let me get Mr. West on the phone for you.
Mr. West, Sheila and I were talking last night, and we came to the decision that we really like watching girls and women being tortured and murdered, not just unholy redheads, which is its own special thrill, has been for decades. What we like to propose is that we buy all your torture room slaves, the dark ladies, and have them move in with us. We would have 2 of them be on duty during each of your shifts for emergency killing, but the rest be ‘on call’ for more major, time-consuming torture and death sessions. We would provide the dark ladies with transportation to and from your establishment. The only thing we ask is 24/7 access to watch the torture and killing in your torture chamber, and that you call us in time to make it to your establishment to view the torture or killing. We are willing to pay a gratuity to the party wanting the activity if they will wait for us before they begin.
Four practice slaves for the goths.
We would also like to set up a monthly supply of slaves for the dark ladies to keep their skills up on, both torture and murder. Say four at a time, they don’t have to be grade A or sexually skilled, however both of those would be nice, but in general just teenage or under 25 and have no tattoos. Tattoos are a deal killer. You can have their bodies after we are done with them, for your meat shop. We would also like to get in touch with whoever designed your torture room to help us set up our basement as a torture chamber. Don’t need all the death machines, but do need the rest. We, of course, would pay you for his time and effort. And I’d like to change the unholy order to include any women with inflated breasts, not just redheads. Automatically add them to our account and text us that you have them, with a photo. We will let you know if we want to play with them. Once you have processed them, and we have said we want to play with her, have the on duty dark ladies put them in strappado while they await our arrival. If it will be more than four hours before we arrive, have the unholy taken out of strappado and given 50 lashes, then returned to strappado. every four hours until we do arrive. The only reason why we might not make it in short order, assuming normal business daytime hours, is because we are either out on the town, have pressing business or perhaps on a trip. We will notify you if we are going out of town for more than a day, as that well effect the shift hours of the dark ladies, as we would be taking Faith along with us.
Let me get this straight. You want to take over room and board for six of my slave workers, one of which you have already bought, yet I get to keep them to work here for free? You want to hire Alex as a consultant for setting up a torture chamber at your house? Plus you want a standing order of four, teen or early 20s, slaves a month where we get their meat once you have snuffed them? All you want is to watch the use of the torture room? You are also expanding your ‘unholy’ list to all fake — breasted bimbos, not just redheads?
Yes, that’s it. We are retired and have a fairly large amount in our retirement fund and would like to spend it on having fun, we don’t have any heirs to pass it on to, and you can’t take it with you, so we are spending it on girls. Our investments and rental properties cover our extravagant lifestyle, so the fund is all ‘mad money’ Of course, our idea of fun isn’t really something that normal people would do. Of course, it’s more common than it used to be, it’s just more expensive to be a serial killer than it was before, now that you can just buy a victim. There is no need for any of us to return to our hobbies and habits of the 20th century
Did he just say they were serial killers before the turn of the century? Sure sounded like it. He did say that he’s been killing unholy women for decades. Not my problem, don’t even know if there is a cold case with redheads with implants going missing in Oklahoma, or for that matter in the whole country. Issac is a good reliable repeat business client. He was spending about 78 thousand a year on unholy redheads. Now that he is expanding the list of what is unholy I suspect he will be spending more. Down side is that we are gonna be missing out on the fake tits sex slave market, but they are paying about seven hundred fifty above market price for slaves with fake tits, so it really doesn’t matter, plus, of course, the video and streaming media money. Of course once word gets out that slaves with larger fake tits don’t get resold and tend to have snuff videos made of them, that might effect the number of bimbos sold to us. Worry about that later.
Well, I’m not seeing a downside here. Come on in and pick them up. Do you want the first month of slaves today, and do you want me to bill it to your account? Your total amount on account your would be 25500, including Faith and the three unholy redheads. I’ll cut you a deal and say twenty-five thousand even.
Capital! Put in on our account, and yes, I think we need the practice sluts today. At least one redhead, even if she’s not unholy, if possible.
I’ll need to tell Alex to get another group of suck slaves for the torture room, looks like that goth girls are gonna be to busy to do that any more. I’ll have him get grade A, with high oral skill ratings this time around.
Later that morning, Spellbook Slaves.
May I help you Mistress?
Mistress Charlene Cook
Yes, you may. My name is Charlene Cook. This is Dawn, I inherited her from my granddad. Technically, her last name is also Cook also. Actually, I’m not sure about that, she’s a slave now, so she has whatever name her owner gives her. Doesn’t really matter, her name later this week is main course. But I’m getting off-topic here, she was my granddad’s 4th and final wife. I don’t like her. Actually, it’s closer to hate. She was a real bitch to me ever when I visited granddad. She seemed to think that because she had out lived his previous trophy wives, by some years, without being converted and sold off, she was better than most other women and that she had granddad wrapped around her little finger. She really didn’t hide her scorn for me or my job. I am a mistress, even if I’m not working as one right now full-time. Insurance adjuster might not be the best or most sexy job in the world, but it’s an honest, needed by society job, which is more than she ever had. And I’m on the fast track to management. She, on the other hand, was a dancer at one of those free women topless clubs, which is where she met granddad. They got married, after a few months, right after he sold wife number three. He converted Dawn secretly at some time late in his life. He told me he was proud of me for making something of myself and getting a mistress license, the only one in the family to do so. He offered to send Dawn to class for it, but she laughed at him and said no, she already knew how to treat slaves. I suspect that’s when he decided to make her a slave. Anyway, I want her put under torture for the next three days then delivered to Southern Hills Country Club at noon on a spit ready to be roasted.
Ah, Southside rich people, never change. Your weird family relationships account for 75% of our business. This is gonna be almost 2 grand for next to no capital outlay.
You do understand that torture really doesn’t affect the taste of the slave meat, don’t you?
Dawn Cook, 4th wife of Granddad Cook, soon to be called “Main Course”
Yes, I know that, I just want her to spend her last days in pain, knowing that her beloved husband wanted this for her. I don’t have space for a live-in slave right now, no matter how fun it would be to torture her, so snuffing her seems like the best idea. I’d do it myself, but we are having granddad’s wake in three days, and I’d like her to be part of the meal, ideally the main course. I just don’t have the equipment you need to properly cook and serve up a meat slave. I am not sure if having her butchered is what granddad would have wanted, but he knew my living situation when he willed her to me, so I suspect he knew that she was not long for this world.
OK, what sort of torture would you like for her?
Dawn in strappado
Well, strappado in a full Shibari harness, to include a crotch rope and ball gag, when she’s not being actively tortured. Actively torture her every two hours for two hours. For active torture, I want fifty lashes of hard flogging, with a bull whip, then being pulled on the rack. Hot wax dripped on to her tits, belly and cunt, while she’s on the rack. After the wax cools, scrap it off and start anew. After thirty minutes on the rack, remove her and give her fifty lashes again, then return her to the rack and repeat the cycle until the two hours are up. For one thirty-minute period on the rack, shove a cattle prod up her cunt. When she’s in strappado do some breast and nipple piercing with heated steel skewers. A few brands on her ass while she’s in strappado. Maybe some piercing of her thighs and upper arms if they can do it without massive blood loss. I don’t care if you dislocate her shoulders or hips while she’s on the rack. Of course, sleep, and food deprivation goes without saying. Limited water, just enough to keep her alive. The biggest thing is she lives, in extreme pain, until she goes on the spit and ideally the fire.
We can clean her out so that she doesn’t have to be gutted, which dramatically increases a sow’s chance of surviving being spitted. It’s rather unpleasant in its own right, if not quite torture. A course of strong laxatives for 3 days that would clean out an elephant and three times a day for three days hot water, soap suds enemas will flush even the dirtiest slut clean, with an ice water hose off when she soils herself. We don’t need to worry about kidney damage, she’ not going to live long enough for that to matter. Southern Hill’s Country Club has a couple of Hill’s Meat’s special spitting machines that have an 85% survival rate for a full spit. Southern Hills rents to qualified users with training certificates. We have two people on staff with those certificates. We could spit her on one of those, and that almost insures that she lives long enough to go on the fire alive.
I did not know they had those. They didn’t have them last time I was at one of their slave roasts, they just had some old school Jessica 3000, but that was several years ago. I know they do have some live slave roasting brackets, but I want Dawn to be spitted like the pig she is. Rent one of those machines for her spitting instead of using your Jessica if you don’t mind.
Dawn, dear grandma, I know you always wanted me to call you that. Well now I am for the last time. Have a nice life. Well, not nice for you maybe, but you know what I mean. I’ll see you again as you get spitted.
This girl knows what she wants and it’s a bit scary. I suspect she’s gonna rise up in the ranks at her insurance company fairly fast. I wouldn’t want to be a slave worker in her office once she gets put in charge of discipline, Or for that matter a free worker when she gains the right of invoking contract conversions. I’d offer her a job, but other than being a sadist and a mistress, she really doesn’t have a skill set we need right now.
Three days torture is 1500, and we have a 300 dollar snuff fee, so that’s eighteen hundred, cash, debit, or credit card. That doesn’t include rental of the machine, but that’s between you and the country club. For some members, several uses of it are included in their yearly fees; otherwise, it’s by the hour and I don’t really know what they charge for that.
Thirty minutes later, Spellbook Slaves
Floor Model Only, Not For Sale.
Hello! What can we do for you, miss?
My name is Samantha Lancaster, and I’ve got a weird idea, that I’d like to do. Can I act as a display model without being a slave? I mean as a job? Being considered nothing more than an object is my deepest fantasy.
Then why don’t just volunteer? With your looks, assuming even half decent sex scores, you would be a sex slave within the week. Sooner than that, as you would be one here until you are sold.
I also know that slaves that look like me are often tortured and killed for the sick amusement of people, normally men. That’s why I want a job as an object. I tried being a living mannequin at Macy’s, but it wasn’t satisfying enough. They were looking at the clothes I was wearing, not me. I want people to look at me like I was an object.
Let me ask the boss.
Mr. West, we’ve got a prime blonde that wants a job, not being a slave, but a job, being a display model for us. She’s pretty emphatic she wants to be objectified, but also doesn’t want to take the risk of being a slave.
Send her in.
Let me see if I understand you right. You want to be a display model, as a job, but not be a slave. You want to be totally objectified. I can do that, I’ll have a contact written for you, my lawyer slave can write damn near any contract and do it quickly. But let me warn you, your contract is going to specify that if enough money is offered for you, you will be converted and sold.
How much is enough?
Let’s say five thousand, that will be in the contract. At that price, it’s almost a guarantee you are being bought as arm candy, not as a pain or snuff slut, but I can’t guarantee that. There are some wealthy people that would like to see women that looks like you slowly put to death in a great deal of pain. Just warning you about what you are asking for.
What about pay and work schedule? I want as close to the slave experience as I can get without really being a slave, but I would rather not work 24/7 or for free.
Well, how about fifteen hours a day, six days a week, starting at seven in the morning, minimum wage, Tuesdays off, that’s our slowest day anyway. With those hours, you get about 650 per week, before taxes. You may be put in bondage as part of being a demo. That will be in the contract. Also in the contract will be that for one hundred dollars, you will give a customer a hand job and let them cum on your face. For three hundred dollars you give a blow job, doing deep throat if that is what the customer wants, and they either cum in your mouth or on your face. You will swallow. You will also, for three hundred, go down on any woman who wants you. You will continue until the customer cums or tires of you. We will have open negotiations about other types of sex or light torture. You will not be tortured in a way that will leave with any visible after effects. You will get half of any money made by performing any sex act. You sleep in the worker slaves’ room. When you are not in the demo cage, you are available for sex to any member of staff or work slaves. That should give you close to the slave experience, but not really risking your life.
I can live with that. In fact, that’s more than I imaged could happen. It’s precisely what I want. When can I start? I’ve already resigned from my day job, sold most of my clothes and stuff. I told my landlady that I was moving out, and she’s already rented out my room.
What would you have done if I said no about this job? And what if it didn’t come with room and board?
I don’t know. Live in a shelter for a while, maybe work as a dancer at Free Tits, or one of the other free women strip clubs. But that doesn’t matter, you gave me my dream job. So, can I start today?
Sure, I’ll send the details to Harleigh and have her draw up the legal document.
Great! Let me change into a see through teddy then put me in the demo cage, I’ll take your word for it that you won’t sell me until we get that contract signed.
You have my word. Should get that contract out to you by early evening.
I should have told her that if someone pays five grand for a slave the slave is either being taken as a wife substitute or is being bought by a media company to use as an attractive pain and snuff victim. If Ashlyn from The Torture Channel found out about her, she would get bought up in a heartbeat and made into a season long pain show. Which reminds me, need to make sure that Justin never finds out she is actually purchasable as a slave. If he does Ashlyn will be down here the very next day waving money around. If Hill’s saw her they would try to bargain her price down, but they might just get her at five grand to use at one of their advertisement public spit roasts. Well, Samantha, I really hope this is what you really want, because there is no way this ends well for you. The contract will not have an end date and with drawing from the contract is cause for conversion. Hope she just signs it with out really reading it. Your best option is being a bought and paid for trophy wife for some new money asshole from Southside.
Early Afternoon Spellbook Slaves.
Hello! My name is Alex, what can I do for you?
Sonia Cook, Ed’s youngest daughter.
My name is Ed Cook, and I’ve got sort of a problem that you can fix for me. My father just passed away and part of his will was that I convert the currently of age girls in my family, and to convert the others as they come of age, to get most of my inheritance. So want to convert them all. Sonia here, I want to convert and have tortured for three days, then delivered to Southern Hill’s Country Club to be a spit roast at my father’s wake.
Ah, that rings a bell, let me check something from the morning shift. That’s what I, thought. Do you know that there is already a slave being tortured and planned to be spit roasted at that wake all ready? His fourth wife, according to this. Turned in by a Mistress Cook. A relative of yours?
Yes, she’s my eldest daughter. Charlene must have decided to torture and snuff Dawn. Not surprised, there was a lot a bad blood between them. Dad knew that and decided to get revenge for some reason on Dawn. If he hadn’t been ill for the last 6 months, I suspect he would have just sold Dawn off. She had just about reached her shelf life.
Does having your, well, in theory, stepmother being tortured and planned to being a spit roast at your father’s wake change your plan for Sonia?
No, not at all. Torture Sonia the same way as Charlene is having done to Dawn, she has that mistress license and knows what to do for good torture. I’d be a lost beyond just whipping her. There will be a bunch of people at the wake, and Dawn will not be enough meat. Not sure that even two will be enough. Any way, the rest of the girls are at this address. Can you pick them up? They don’t know that they are being converted, they think I’m only converting Sonia.
We can do that for you.
The senior Mr. Cook is going to have one hell of a wake. Based on what I’ve seen so far, need to have a major presence at the wake if we can. If the rest of the family is like these two, there will be some spontaneous conversion taking place there.
Ed Cook’s Home Southside Eastlake
Ed Cook’s Family
Hello, I’m Evan, and we’re from Spellbook Slaves, and we’ve got a capture order for Etta, Lydia, Arlene, Patty, Annie, Tammy, Cassandra, Katherine, and Kristina Cook. Ed Cook converted them today and wants them brought to the shop and possibly sold to us, assuming that they pass the convertible status test, which in this case means not pregnant.
Ed would never do that! There must be a mistake, he was only going to convert one girl, make her a roast for his dad’s wake. He couldn’t have decided to convert all of them.
I’m afraid he did. Something about his father’s will. Here’s the documentation. Don’t make us use force. By Oklahoma law we can use any force less than lethal on any person preventing a slave capture, so unless you want to be tasered and your house trashed, you better tell me where we can find them.
Please put up a fight. I want to do some violence today. Haven’t done that in weeks, maybe months.
No, you don’t need to use force. I was afraid this would happen. Ed was a bit weird after hearing his father’s will. The girls are all out back, skinning dipping in the pool. I still really don’t believe he’s doing this. I thought we agreed that Sonia would be the only one, I’m still in shock here.
Well, he did. We will just take custody of the slaves and be on our way. Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Cook.
Damn. Women are getting way to passive. I know it’s genetic now, but they seem more accepting of their fate as the years go by. Must be something in the water. If it keeps up like this I’ll not to even need to carry a taser, much less use one.
Etta, Lydia, Arlene, Patty, Annie, Tammy, Cassandra, Katherine, and Kristina Cook, I have a capture order for you. You have been converted to slave status and need to come with us. We are allowed to use any level of force to implement this capture. Please come with me or face the consequences.
I can’t believe dad converted us all! I thought he was just converting Sonia! This can’t be happening!
Well, it is. Now come on sluts, I haven’t got all day. If you don’t start moving, I’ll shoot a few of you to start. My orders, approved by your father, say that I can kill up to three of you. So, what’s it going to be. Go to the van or risk being one of the three getting shot. And if you aren’t shot, and you still don’t want to go, I’ve got enough tasers for all of you. One way or another, you, or your carcass, is going in the van. Your only prayer is that you are pregnant, which means you can’t be converted.
Please put up a fight. I’m gonna shoot the short one, the one with the head band, and the blonde. Come on, daddy want to do some murder on some sweet little teen meat. Come on it’s been months since I got to even taser a slut. I need to shoot some of you, I really need it,
Ok, no need to get violent about it, we’ll come along quietly.
Damn it.
Kara Cook, Ed’s wife
Mom! Why are you naked! Do you know what these men are doing here?
Yes, I do and if your father wants to sell all of you off, he doesn’t get to keep me. My name is Kara Cook and I want to volunteer to be a slave along with my daughters.
Well, damn, I didn’t bring a volunteer test kit with me, I should have, so we can’t tell whether you’re on drugs or not. We’ll test you at the shop when we test your daughters for being pregnant. Get in the van with the slaves. We should have room, might be a bit tight, it’s only rated for 9 in the back seats. Of course, I can make it easier if I just shoot one of them, that would mean you wouldn’t have to squeeze in, do you want me to do that? Which one? Make up your mind quickly, or I’ll just shoot the short one. She doesn’t look like she’s worth much alive anyway.
Put the gun down, Lydia can sit on my lap.
Have it your way. Just for the record, your daughters are roughly grade B, maybe B+, which means that they aren’t going to sell for much, but you are grade A MILF. That grade and class is in high demand right now, hope you like being a sex slave.
And there goes my last chance of committing violence of any sort on these sluts. Damn it.
Spellbook Slaves, 30 minutes later
Ok Boss man, got the 9 daughters and the mother decide to volunteer to be with her daughters.
Kara! Why did you do that?
Well, Edward, if you are taking all the girls, you don’t need me either. Buy yourself a bed mate with your blood money. They tell me that I’m probably going to be made in to as a sex slave, so how does that feel? How does it feel to know that your darling wife will be doing nothing but getting fucked and sucking dick?
Well, to be real honest, Kara, I’m fine with that. I was thinking of selling you anyway, just after the wake, so this works out OK, just the timing was off. So, Mr. West, what can I get for the whole package?
Well, because Kara volunteered, you don’t get anything from her, but I can offer seven fifty each for your daughters. I’ll make you a deal and take all nine for seven thousand, that’s two fifty more than normal.
Well, I wish I had known that Kara was going to volunteer, so I could have sold her as well, but I’ll take the 7 grand. Actually, I would have just given them to you, converting them gives me my three million from Dad’s estate. He didn’t mention Kara, but did list the girls, by name, as needing to be converted before I got the money. Yeah, I guess it is blood money like Kara said, but it’s a lot of money. I can always get a new wife and start over.
Yeap, Southside family. Money is much more important than family. I wonder what they did before the law changed? Birth rates were still spiking like they are now, and there still was a strong female to male birth ratio, in favor of girls.
Fifteen minutes later at Spellbook Slaves
Ed! What are you doing here?
Well, Johen, I sold off the family because of Dad’s will. Are you here to do the same thing? Want to warn you, sell Mackenzie as well, even if she’s not listed in the will. I didn’t sell Kara, but she volunteered anyway, so I didn’t get anything. I have been told there a good market for sex slave MILF types. Mackenzie should qualify for that. I got 750 each for the girls. You should get at least that, maybe more, I’ve always thought your daughters were hot.
That’s almost too much information, Ed. But while we are sharing secrets, I’ve always wanted to fuck Kara in the ass. Might have a chance at that now! Just kidding, but really I do want to anally plunder her.
It’s 150 an hour for renting a sex slave, just putting that out there. And, yeah, Kara is going in the sex slave room until she gets sold or snuffed. Average turn around time on sex slaves is about a week, so make up your mind fairly soon.
Or I could just buy her. Is that OK with you Ed?
Why should I care? I was going to sell her off soon any way, and she volunteered for this. Just in case it matters, she hates taking it up the butt. I’ve needed to get her almost black out drunk to get her to agree.
Oh, better and better. Real anal plunder just like a pirate! So, how much is she selling for?
Well, a grade A MILF normally goes for thirty-five hundred, but I’ll give you a family discount and knock two fifty off that.
OK, I’ll buy her. What can I legally do to her after I buy her? I mean, can she say no or anything?
Dude. You’re from the Southside, where selling off family members is practically a spectator sport. Your father owned slaves. It’s been 24 years now, there is non stop media about slaves. The even get snuffed on national TV. Even broadcast TV has some torture shows. Granted their mild torture and they keep a bathing suit on for the whole thing, but still… Why don’t you know there are effectively no limits on what you can do to a slave?
Anything your twisted little mind can come up with. She literally has less protection than a family pet. You can be charged with animal cruelty for hurting your dog or cat, but those laws, explicitly, do not apply to slaves. The only thing you really can’t do is use her to commit crimes. If you do, it’s like you did it, so you would be the one arrested. Normally, when that happens to the slave, depending on the crime, she is either sold off or killed. A lot of that depends on how the judge feels about it and if it’s a felony or not.
Any way, the reason I came here, before I was distracted by Kara’s ass, is that I need to sell my daughters, like Ed suspected. They are all in Eastlake University right now at some function being held by their sorority Delta-Delta-Delta.
Johen, then you better sign the papers converting them fast, tri-delta parties have a tendency to result in mass conversions. If your request for conversion is time date stamped before theirs, it takes priority.
OK, where do I sign?
Yeepers, damn sure need to make sure we have a strong presence at the wake. If the extended family is like the close family there is gonna be many conversions to be had. I think I’ll attend in person
Spellbook Slaves, I know. I recognize the van. Why are you here? We haven’t called for a slaver for this party yet. I am not sure why you are here, to be honest. Granted we’re all getting topless, which can lead to random acts of sex, which might lead to a conversion or two, but nothing big was planned tonight.
No, We’re here for, let me check the list, some of these names are hard to say. Anyway looks like Sybyll, Bethsabe, Florence, Sara, Patience, Amphillis, Myrna, and Sara Cook. Their father converted them and this is a capture. I’m sure you know the drill, don’t interfere with the capture, or you might get tasered or worse. Actually don’t help, we haven’t trashed a chapter house in a few years, that might be fun. So, are you going to help or do we get to have some fun?
You’re not trashing the house tonight! Most of the girls are all out by the pool. Those that aren’t are practicing for the chapter suck off next week. I don’t think any of the Cook girls are doing that. They aren’t on the list of contestants. Hmm. Might make the contest so the losers of it gets converted. I’ll give you a call if the officers decide that should happen. Let me called the Cook girls together for you. Follow me gentlemen.
Oh, we’re not gentle, at least not on the clock anyway.
Damn it. Another chance at violence thwarted by female passivity. Of course from what I hear, just being in this sorority is like being a volunteer as it is.
Cook girls! All of you! I need you to gather. These men are from Spellbook Slaves, and they are here to take you in. Your daddy sold you. Please go quietly, I don’t want them roughing up the whole chapter like what happened last year. Ended up losing most of the pledge class to charges of preventing a capture. The rest of you girls, help these gentlemen get the Cook girls in the van and secured. Be nice to them, they most likely will be taking you in later. If you want to be converted tonight, just get in the van with the Cooks, I’m sure that they will take you.
If it matters, this is just getting you getting converted a month early, you don’t have to wait for next month’s all Greek party. You all are on the list of sisters to be converted. Of course, so is about half the sorority, now we need to add eight more to the list. Seems that the Kappa Alpha Order wants several tri deltas sooner rather than later. So it looks like you’re not going to be frat boy slaves. Or on the menu at one of their feasts. I am not sure if that’s a good thing or not, depends on who buys you. Have a good life and good luck with your new masters.
We got all eight of the Cook girls, but it was weird. Damnedest thing ever. The whole sorority helped us capture them. They didn’t put up anything like a fight and went quietly to the van. A couple of the other girls almost volunteered, but they chickened out at the last minute.
Yeah, tri-delta girls know that they are slave bait. There is a theory about them that if they join tri Delta so they are “forced” into slavery, so they are not being a slut and volunteering. Something like 80% of their members end up converted, which is high, even for a rich girl sorority in Eastlake. They have a mass conversion every other month or so.
Yeah, the girl in charge said something about an all Greek party next month. From what I understood, about half the chapter is being converted. Are we doing that conversion?
Don’t know, didn’t know about it, but yeah, we are EU’s slavers of choice.
So an all Greek party where a lot of the tri-deltas are going to be converted. That normally means that more than a few of the girls from the other sororities will be be converted as well. Plus frat boys doing PPC conversions. Something we really can’t afford to miss.
In the slave processing area.
So, Mr. Cook, I mean Johen, you want to sell your wife off as well as your daughters?
Yeah, Johen, sell Mackenzie so I can buy her and have her deep throat me. I seem to recall you bragging about her throat skills.
That is officially too much information. So, are we swapping wives now?
Looks that way. I think I’ll buy her as soon as they capture and process her, assuming you’re selling her. Come on, you’re getting Kara, let me have Mackenzie, it’s a fair trade.
I’ll give Ed the same family deal.
Yeah, OK. She would freak out if I brought Kara home any way. She’s at home now. Go and get her.
Wonder if Sam is going to sell his daughters or not?
And miss out on three million? Not bloody likely. Please remember, Irene was mentioned by name as well in dad’s will.
Well, yeah, Sam’s only got 5 daughters. And dad hated Irene.
Oh, I can tell you why dad hated Irene, she wouldn’t blow him when he asked. Didn’t understand that his son’s wives were also for him. I know that Mackenzie did at least a few times. Maybe every time we visited him, or he came by our house.
Yeah, Kara did him as well. Did we have sluts for wives, or was dad just a perv?
Why not both?
Wonder what my boy Carl is doing with the three slaves he inherited? He didn’t look all that happy when he saw them. I see his point though, those tits would scare plenty of men
Oh, I can tell you that. He traded them for some faux twinks who weren’t dumber than a post. He was treating them almost like girlfriends. Because we are the slaver of record for them, we got an update on their status, they were given protected status this morning. But the bimbos were tortured to death, and he was cool with that, just didn’t want to do it himself. Want to see their snuff video’s raw footage? The edited version will be for sale next week, we can let you have a sneak peek if you’d like. However, are you sure Carl isn’t gay? He was adamant about his new slaves being flat chested, “like a boy”.
Reasonably sure. My son had numerous girlfriends in school and no boyfriends. Actually, apart from his gaming group, he didn’t have many male friends at all, I think the only clubs he went to were straight teen hang out clubs. If he went to a gay club he didn’t use his card, I would have seen it on the statements. Of course, the girl he lost his virginity was very flat chested, so he may have a type now. Funny, he’s the only male in the whole of his generation. No wonder dad gave him something, I’m just surprised it was just slaves, not some money. It’s funny, Johen I will treasure the look on Dawn’s face when she found out that not only was she a slave, she was being given to Charlene. Charlene is having Dawn tortured and served as a spit roast at dad’s wake, just like I’m doing with Sonia.
Yep, Southside family. Wife swapping in the 21st century. Wonder how long it will be before one of the “wives” get snuffed? The important question is will they pay to have it done here by trained professionals or just do an ad-hoc at home thing. Given the amount of money they seem to have, they might even have it done at home by a visiting team of pros. While that pays more, the down side is no snuff video to sell later.
Johen Cook’s house, 30 minutes later
Mackenzie Cook
Hello, I’m Evan, and I’m from Spellbook Slaves. Are you Mackenzie Cook?
Yes, I am.
Please come with me then, I have a capture order for you.
I figured this might happen. I know Johen is selling all the girls because of his father’s will, and I thought he might get me as well and make a clean sweep of it. So, do I need to strip now or not?
Well, either you strip or we strip you. To be honest, I would rather you not, so I can get all violent on you. So far, your family has been very cooperative, and I haven’t even needed to taser anyone.
No need for that. Now what happens to me?
Well, normally you would go in the sex slave holding room and kept as a working sex slave until you are sold or snuffed, but you’ve been already sold to your brother-in-law Ed. Your ex-husband bought Ed’s wife, Kara, just so he can fuck her in the ass. Ed wants you to deep throat him. Seems they are doing a wife swap in a way that the two of can’t object to.
Well, I’m getting the better end of that deal. I like to deep throat. Kara hates in the ass. If Ed wants I’ll take it in the ass.
You will do exactly what he asks of you. Disobedient slaves are treated very harshly here in Eastlake. The city even provides a torture service for those that can’t do it themselves for one reason or another and can’t afford to have it professionally done. Training for students in the high school torturer certification and mistress license classes.
Come on, please be ever a little bit disobedient right now, I need desperately to do some violence on a slave today. With so many mass pick up, I’m getting figurative blue balls. We’ve picked up more slaves today than we normally get in a week. And they have all been nice girls, calmly getting in the van.
Yes, of course. I just haven’t fully wrapped my head around Ed being my master, not just my brother-in-law. So, take me to my new master, no reason in putting it off any longer.
Spellbook Slaves Main Office, about an hour after the Cook Brothers left.
Hello! Welcome to Spellbook Slaves. Are you Sam Cook?
Yeah. I’m Sam Cook, how did you know?
Your brothers Ed and Johen left about an hour ago, after selling off their daughters and swapping wives. They said you might be by.
Well, yeah, I want to sell of all five of my daughters and Irene, my wife. It’s a condition of dad’s will. I really don’t want to sell Irene, but dad listed her by name. He seemed to have an issue with her.
Your brothers seem to think it’s because Irene didn’t blow him when he asked. Their wives did and your father though it was his right.
And that’s all the males in Granddad Cook’s immediate family, plus the one granddaughter he seemed to like. I’m gonna need to have a slave sell here pretty soon to ease up on the over crowding we are gonna have once all of these girls get processed and put in holding rooms. He had to have had some adult daughters, with 3 sons, he should have twenty or thirty, unless he’s on of those rare people that the virus didn’t change. Wonder why we haven’t heard from any of them, or their husbands, if they have one, assuming they even exist.
Hey Sam, I’ve got a question for you. Do you have any sisters?
Yeah, 22, over 4 wives, I think. No, wait a minute, Dawn didn’t have any kids. There was a rumor that she was sterile. Either that or dad wasn’t fucking her the normal way, and I’m not seeing dad do that.
What did your dad’s will say about your sisters?
Nothing. It’s like they don’t exist to him, nor his grand children by them. He must have between 200 and 300 grandkids now. All girls apart from Carl.
Sam Cook’s house 15 minutes later
Sam Cook’s Daughters.Irene Cook, Sam’s Wife
Hello, I’m Evan, and we’re from Spellbook Slaves. We have a capture notice for Jeanette, Carolyn, Kathy, Marion, Nicole, and Irene Cook. Are you going to come quietly, or do we have to use force?
Please say we have to use force, you’re our fifth pickup today and we haven’t gotten to even use a taser yet, much less trash a house.
No, we’ll come quietly, we knew that Sam couldn’t give up the money his father was willing him if he converted all of us.
Damn it. Just once I want a non permissive pick up. Haven’t had one of those in months.
I’m going to ask you a personal question here, but do you have breast implants?
Well, yes I do. Does it matter? I’ve seen lots of sex slaves with fake tits, shouldn’t be that big of a deal.
You are going to have short and unpleasant life because of them. We have a client couple that likes to torture to death redheads with fake tits. Pays quite a lot to watch our goth girls do their thing.
OH, no, you’re not taking me in for that! I thought I would just be a sex slave, no…<ZAP>
At last! got to taser one. Women in this town are getting way too submissive, and spoiling all my fun. Might be something in the water.
What are you going to do to us? Please don’t taser us like you did mom. All our tits are real! We’re not resisting, please just take us in, we’ll go peacefully, just don’t taser us. Tesla tasers all the girls in the junior class sex and health class so we know what it’s like and, I at least, don’t want to have it happen to me again.
Of course you don’t want to be tasered, it’s not a fun thing. And you just heard me tell your mother she was gonna be tortured to death and you still are being submissive about this?
Well, you all look like you would make good sex slaves, bring your sex skill certificates with you. If you score high enough, it would make for what is probably a better life for you. Sex slaves tend to do better than just run-of-the-mill worker and servant slaves. Damn sure, better than what your mother is going to have.
Yes, we were all tested, let me go get the papers. We all tested really high. I scored high enough that the tester tried to pressure me into being a volunteer.
Yeah, me too, I think we all did. Like I would volunteer to that grease ball.
Back at Spellbook Slaves
I got all six. The daughters all have the looks and skills to be good 2nd maybe even first rank sex slaves, even if their tits are a little small. They are all pale redheads, which, I think, is the number one bestseller for sex slaves this month. And get this, the wife is an unholy redhead. Not massive bimbo sized tits, but noticeably larger than life. Plus, she put up a fight! I got to taser her. Do you know how long it’s been since I did that?
Ten weeks, four days. And she wasn’t the pickup, just some woman in the house that was started by you. She actually had her lawyer call us about it. That’s why I know. Anyway, I better give Isaac a call then, and text him the unholy’s picture. That’s four in one week. They must be in hog heaven about this.
Well, the law says any level of force less than lethal, and the bitch was in the way of the capture.
Yes, Evan, I know that, both parts of the story. You should be glad that the husband had installed a video camera in the living room and there was video of the capture. If he hadn’t, it would have been he said she said and a court case, but you got lucky. That’s why you still have a job, Evan, now shut up and let me make this call.
Isaac, this is Mike West at Spellbook, I’ve got some good news for you, we just got an unholy redhead. She’s in the torture room waiting for you all now.
Yes, I got the text, and we are interested in her, however your timing is less than ideal. We couldn’t do another unholy this afternoon. we are still setting up living quarters for the dark ladies. Keep her overnight, we and Faith will be there in the morning around 10 or so, assuming that the furniture store delivers on time. Make sure you keep in strappado and flog her every four hours.
OK then, see you then. I’m sure the in shift girls will have fun with her until you and Faith get here. Heidi has been asking if she can practice on some grade C girls, since no one cares if they have some cuts and bruises. To be fair, before Irene came in, I was considering letting her do some torture on a grade C or two. Now I don’t have to.
What the actual fuck boss? 5 pick-ups, all from the same family? Plus the 3 we got yesterday? What is going on in Southside these days?
Well, as I understand it, “Granddad” Cook left a large amount of money to his sons if they converted their families. It’s weird, but it not really the weirdest thing to come out of Southside. Well, it might have been the weirdest thing to come out of Southside in the past 5 years.
It’s been a weird day. Increased our temporary slave stock by almost 50% at, to be honest, cut rate prices. And there still is the possibility of more at Mr. Cook’s wake.
Thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, this is Alex, how may I help you this afternoon?
My name is Carl Cook, and I’ve got a bit of a problem with some slaves I inherited. Seems that Granddad and I have widely differing taste in women. He left me three redheaded bimbos with fake tits, who maybe have a total IQ of 90. Or at least that’s the way they act. I’ve been told that they are trained sex toys, but I’m so put off by them that I can’t tell. I tried getting a blowjob in the dark from one, and while it was a great blowjob, her big fake tits kept rubbing up against me and that was a major turn-off. I’ve thought about just killing them, but that doesn’t really excite me. Not only that, but I’d like to trade them out, ideally for flat chested brunettes that aren’t brain-dead and can hold a conversation.
Sure, we can help you with that. Bring them in, and we will grade them, and we can see about a swap.
You understand, I want real flat chested. Almost like a boy.
We might be able to help you there.
Great! I’ll bring them down in about an hour.
Spellbook Slaves One Hour Later
Helen Bimbo #1Amanda Bimbo #2Penny Bimbo #3
I called a while ago about arranging a swap. These are the girls. Say hello girls.
<giggle>Hi, my name is Helen. And I’m Amanda And I’m Penny.
OK girls, put on these collars. Make sure they are tight.
<giggle> Are you our new master? Our old master liked to put collars on us when we went out with him.
Well, maybe that depends on whether Carl likes your replacement or not. Carl, you weren’t kidding about big fake tits. Did you happen to get their sex test certificates when you inherited them?
Yes, I do. I thought they might be important, here they are.
Oh, yes, those are good scores. Sex slave status for sure.
<giggle>See, I told you we’re just going to become sex slaves again
Wait a minute. Let me check something in our standing orders. Hmm. That what I thought. I know you said you didn’t want to kill them yourself, but would you mind if they were tortured to death? We have a standing request for any, and I quote, “Big bazookas” redheads, from a couple that likes to see them tortured to death. They are willing to pay a premium for them. Like three thousand each, which is way more than your requested replacements.
Oh, I don’t care if they get murdered in some horrible way, just it’s not a turn on for me. As I understand it, granddad used to kill off his slaves every couple years, so it’s not like they weren’t on borrowed time as it was. His 4th wife, Dawn, wanted them killed, not passed on to me. Then she found out she had been converted and was considered part of the property that was to be inherited, so what she wanted didn’t matter to anyone. She went to my oldest sister, Charlene. Granddad was proud of Charlene getting one of those mistress things. Dad got the summer house, the boat, and cars. The rest of the girls in the family, explicitly, got nothing and in fact requested that they be converted. Dad is thinking about this. He has decided that he’s converting at least one of the younger girls and spit roasting her for the wake. Charlene is leaning towards roasting Dawn instead of one of her sisters. I suspect that they are gonna decided on doing both. The only reason these sluts aren’t spit bound is because of their fake tits.
NO!!! Please just keep us! Don’t let us be tortured to death! We can wear a binder when you fuck our face! Don’t trade us! Please…<ZAP>
All three girls collapse to the ground holding their necks and twitching.
And that is why I had you put on slave collars. That was a level 6 shock. It goes to 10. Well, 11, but 11 kills.
Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve got some brunettes on hold for being faux twinks. Most of them have high cocksucking scores, and average to above average fucking in both holes. A couple of them just turned of age and weren’t tested before they were sold. I’m holding them sort of on spec because there is normally a good market for faux twinks, but it’s been a couple of weeks and none of the gay bars have called for replacement twinks.
Vicky goes to the holding room and select 3 flat brunettes and bring them up here.
Meet Judith, Ella, and Kelly. All of them were sold by their parents.
Judith has a twin sister. They were at university, but their scholarship ran out last semester and her family could only afford tuition for one, so they sold Judith to pay for Jenny’s tuition. She was sex tested as part of her high school senior health class. She got 84 in cocksucking, 78 in fucking and a remarkable 92 in anal.
Ella just turned of age and there were too many girls in her family, so they sold off three forth of them. As I understand it, she was an honor student. Took top place in her class at intro to oral sex, so she should be pretty good even if she’s not graded. We believe that she is a virgin vaginally, and we know she’s a virgin anally.
Kelly was sold for no obvious reason by her stepfather. Seems he saw our sign and made an impulse sale. The only thing he said was he wanted to make sure she wasn’t sold to a Yankee. She was in tri-delta at Eastlake University, so it’s likely she would be converted in the next year or so any way. She was sex graded because her boyfriend was part of a bet with his friends about which one had the best cocksucker as a girlfriend. She came in 2nd, but with an 89 score in cocksucking, a 75 in normal fucking and 70 in anal.
Oh, they are perfect. Just what I had in mind. They all seem to be intelligent. While sex is good, it’s not the only thing in a relationship. And yeah, I know that we aren’t technically in a relationship, I’d like to think of them as girlfriends that can’t break up with me.
So, let me call the Barton’s and see if these they want your set of bimbos. While you’re waiting, would you like a blowjob? Kelly has the highest score at it, but you can have any or all of them if you like. Normally, it is 150 per hour with a sex slave, but I’ll waive the fee if you will wait for the Barton’s. That may be an hour or so for them to get here, depending on what they are doing and traffic from the south side.
Isaac? This Alex at Spellbook Slaves. How is Sheila doing? Good, that’s good. The reason I called is to ask you’re you still interested in what you call unholy redheads? Oh, you are. Well, we have 3 that just came in, I thought that you and Sheila might like them. OK, see you when you get here.
Well, you’re in luck, Carl, maybe anyway, they are at least willing to come see them. Just in case it matters, the market price for a twink is about eighteen hundred to two thousand. If they want your bimbo slaves, you will get the trade plus thirty-six hundred. If they don’t, it will be a flat swap. Sex slaves with massive tits are doing well right now, so the wholesale price is around two thousand.
About one hour later
Alex! Good to see you again. Are these the unholy redheads you were telling me about? How did you get three at once like them? They will do very well, we will take all three and have a wonderful afternoon.
Well, Carl here inherited them, and they don’t fit his taste in women, so he’s swapping them out for ones that do interest him. They are highly rated as sex slaves, but I know that doesn’t matter to you and Sheila, you just want to see them snuffed.
No, not snuffed, tortured to death. Snuff sounds so quick and more or less painless. We don’t want it to be quick, we want it to be slow and horrible. Is Faith still one of the dark ladies? If so, we’d like to have her do the killing for us.
Well, yes she.
NO! Please don’t kill us! Please! We are good, sex slaves, we could make both of you delighted! Please, Master Carl, don’t <ZAP>
Ah, slave collars. They are the best things ever for a slaver.
You don’t learn, do you? I’m almost tempted to snuff one of you to prove the point, but Isaac and Sheila have a much better afternoon planned for you, I’m sure.
Anyway, before I was interrupted, I was telling you that Faith is, in fact, still working for us. Would you like to buy her?
Oh, no, she is much better being a torturer here.
Darling, why don’t we buy her and let them keep her to be a torturer? That way, we don’t have to worry about someone buying our favorite play toy. Please remember that the Watson’s are converting all of their daughters next week for their anniversary. They said they might want to have a couple of them tortured as a welcome to slavery thing. And they are spit roasting the twins. I want to see Faith have a good afternoon with them. Of course, with nine, plus the twins, it’s going to be all the dark ladies having fun, not just Faith.
Ok, we can do that. Alex looks we are buying Faith after all, but she gets to keep her job. Gag the unholy, I would rather not hear them again. There is nothing that they can say that matters.
OK, We get Faith’s retail price and get to keep her for the torture room. Can’t beat that sorta deal. It’s too bad that Faith is the only one they want.
Ok, let me finish up with Carl and you can take them to the room for fun and games. Carl, do you want the difference in cash or a preloaded debit card?
A card will be just fine. I’m surprised that this didn’t end up costing me something. I know you buy for wholesale, and sell retail, so I didn’t even think I would break even, much less make a profit on the deal.
Well, come on girls, time to go home. I hope you can play Trivial Pursuit, I’ve been wanting to play for a while, and the bimbos weren’t any fun to play with. I think the only reason they got an answer right was accidentally. Also have you ever played a role playing game? My group is looking for new members and I hope you can play with us. Of course, you ARE going to play with us, but it better if you are into it, not just doing it because you were ordered to. Like I said, I want to treat you like girlfriends with benefits.
The Torture Room.
Faith, a Torture Room Goth
The Bartons, the unholy trio and Faith arrive at the torture room. The slaves are trying to talk through their ball gags.
OK, Faith, start by putting Amanda and Penny in strappado and put Helen on the Saint Andrews cross.
Yes, master.
Oh, don’t call me master, Isaac will do just fine, You’re not really a slave anymore, you’re our helper. I’ll look into what we can do about your living situation. See if we can get into one of the slave apartments.
Helen, I’m glad to tell you that you are going to have an excellent afternoon. Well good for us, you might think it’s a bad day, but I don’t really care. If you wanted to be taken seriously and not just be a torture toy, you shouldn’t have gotten those unholy implants. Now, Faith starts by pushing a long skewer through those unholy boobs. Make sure you pierce the implants. Then do it from the top as well. Then a diagonal from both sides.
Do you want me to remove her gag so you can hear her screaming?
No, I don’t think so, but call in one of your friends, I think I want my cock sucked while you do your magic.
Jasmine, a Goth Cock Sucker
Yes, of course Isaac. Do you remember Jasmine? I’ll get a call for her.
Faith begins to push the skewers though Helen’s tits. Helen thrashes and jerks.
You think it hurts now, what until I start twisting them, slut.
Now take one of those hot coals with the tongs and push it into her right nipple.
Faith takes a coals is taken from the brazier with long tongs and press it into Helen’s right nipple. Helen trashes and screams loud enough that makes it pass the ball gag. The smell of burning meat fills the room.
Ah, yeah, like that. Now the other one.
Faith repeats the process with a fresh coal on Helen’s left nipple. Helen rolls her head back and tries to howl.
Is the iron dildo hot? If it is, stuff it up her so-called sex toy cunt.
Yes, mistress.
Heidi, a Torture Room Goth
Call me Sheila. You and I are going to have such fun together. Why don’t you call for Heidi for me? I think that was her name. I want her talented tongue on my pussy.
Faith used the intercom to call for Heidi, then picks up one of the red hot iron dildo, stoops down so she can reach Helen’s neither lips and shoves it in. A stronger smell of burning meat wafts through the room. Helen pants and jerks.
OK, Faith, now take one of those coals and put it between her ass cheeks right next to her shithole.
Faith gets another coal, moves behind the cross and pushes the coal in to Helen’s ass crack.
Now cut her nose and lips around the ball gag. Take a skewer and pierce her cheeks.
Faith gets one of the scalpel off the tool self and approaches Helen, who is thrashing her head about to stop Faith. Faith grabs Helen by the neck and stops her from thrashing. She then cuts a triangle shaped piece out of both nostrils and a hole in Helen’s septum, then traces a cut around Helen’s lips. She releases Helen neck.
Now cut her eyelids off.
Wish you had told me that before I let go of her head, Isaac.
Sorry
Faith sighs and grabs Helen by the back of her head.
Kytte, a Torture Room Goth
Issac, I need to call for another girl to help hold them still and then move them around. Is that OK?
Of course, dear, more dark ladies are always OK.
Kytte comes into the room and grabs Helen’s head. Faith takes a skewer and pushes it through Helen’s cheeks. She very carefully pulls Helen’s left upper eyelid out and cuts it off, repeating this on Helen’s right eye. She then pulls out Helen’s left lower eyelid and cuts it off, followed by her right.
Brand her belly. I think they have our symbol.
Faith searches the branding irons.
Is this yours?
Yes.
Faith pushes the iron directly into Helen’s navel
Now brand both thighs.
Faith pushes the brand hard into Helen’s left thigh, leaves it there a moment, then repeats on the right. After that she returns it to the fire.
Let’s be gentle on her for a minute. Pull all her finger and toenails out.
Faith goes to the tool shelf and selects a set of long nosed pliers.
Kytte, hold her left hand.
Kytte grabs Helen’s left hand. Faith shoves the nose of the pliers under Helen’s thumbnail, then yanks it out. This is repeated on the remain fingernails. The pair then moves on to Helen’s right hand, and pulls the nails out of it. Stooping down they repeat on both feet.
After you finish pulling her nails out, take Penny and put her on the Jessica 3000.
You understand you can’t roast her because of her fake tits, Sheila
Oh, yes I know that, we’re just slowly impaling her with the electricity turned on
So the 30-minute setting with the electroshock? Just to let you know, we haven’t had a slut survive to being impaled all the way through on the slow setting with the electroshock. We are still working on getting the amperage right on it.
Oh, that’s ok. Leave her ball gag in, but loosen up the strap so when the spit gets there, it will push it out of the way.
After you get Penny on the Jessica and have started it up, take the long wire saw and wrap it around Helen, cut her in half. I know she’s not going to live through that, but it’ll fun.
Before you do that, pull her teeth out.
Why don’t we leave that for Amanda
If you say so, dear.
So Sheila, about Amanda, after Faith finishes her dental work, do we want fast, sort slow, or very slow killing for her?
Oh, very slow.
OK, Faith, here is what to do. First turn on the Jessica with the electroshock turned on for Penny. Then wire saw Helen in half. Once she’s been bisected, put Amanda in the garrote chair, strap her head down, then pull all her teeth out. One at a time. Once you finish that, take the other red-hot iron dildo and drive it up her cunt, then very slowly tighten the garrote around her neck.
Now Jasmine, take me all the way down. Stay down until you think you are going to pass out, then, and only then, come up for air. Unless you want to choke to death on my cock, I’m fine with that, but I suspect Mr. West would be upset with that and not let us back in to play with you anymore.
Heidi, you need to make me cum, three time ideally as each of the unholy die, but I won’t hold it against you if you can’t get the timing right.
OK Dark Ladies, you’ve got your orders, now start up!
The goth girls remove Penny from the strappado and man handle her over to the Jessica 3000, where she is strapped in, and the spit inserted in her cunt. Faith turns on the electroshock feature and starts the spit moving forward as slow as it can. Penny immediately begins to jerk and attempts to yell through her ball gag. Because it’s been loosened she’s louder than a normally ball gagged slave would be.
Faith gets the wire saw from the tool shelf then wraps it around Helen’s mid section. Helen is in shock and doesn’t respond to this. Faith takes one of the handles and Kytte takes the other, and they begin a sawing motion pulling it tighter as they go. It rapidly cuts into Helen’s belly, causing blood to pour out. Helen comes out of shock and begins to jerk about, ironically making the wire saw around her worse. After a few more moments it’s obvious that they are cutting into internal organs. More blood pour forth. Helen jerks once more then hangs still, her head rolled back.
I think she’s dead.
Keep going until she’s in two pieces.
Faith and Kytte continue to saw at Helen, soon hitting the spine. with a little more work they cut through the spine and Helen’s lower half false back bending at the knees.
Penny barely made it half way through the spitting. The electroshock setting may need to be adjusted for lower current. She was jerking along the spit as the current hit her. It was hard to tell if she was alive or the jerking was just muscle reaction to the electrical pulse. The spice solution that was injected into her breasts caused her implants to swell and explode. That may have been what killed her, also from blood loss.
After verifying that Penny was dead, Faith turned the speed up to max on the Jessica 3000, causing the spit to erupt from Penny’s mouth.
Faith and Kytte took Amanda out of the strappado and move her to the garrote chair, strapping her legs, body and head to it.
After doing this she got a much shorter set of pliers from the tool shelf and a dental gag. Faith places the gag in Amanda’s mouth and ratcheted it up to max wideness.
Want to face fuck her? She is primed for it.
No, I don’t think so. Jasmine is doing just wonderfully.
After insuring that the gag was in place, Faith grabbed a incisor with the pliers and pull hard, removing the tooth. Amanda screamed and attempted to close her mouth and yank her head around. Because of the dental gag and the tightness of the head straps this did little. Faith repeated this 27 more times, having a little trouble with the rear molars.
She doesn’t seem to have wisdom teeth, so I’m done.
Amanda passed out from the pain several times during her teeth extraction. She was brought back with smelling salts each time. Faith rammed the iron dildo up Amanda’s cunt and the smell of burning meat once again filled the room. Amanda lasted 5 minutes while the garrote was being tightened. It’s possible she drowned in her own blood from the teeth pulling before she was choked to death.
Heidi made Sheila cum twice, once when Helen died and once when Amanda choked to death.
Jasmine keep Isaac cock in her throat long enough after 10 or so deep throat cycles that she actually passed out and fell back. Seeing her fall back, apparently dead was enough to make Isaac blast cum over her face and tits. To Isaac secret dismay she recovered. The feeling of a slut passing out around his cock made Isaac decide that when they snuffed their next unholy redhead he would choke her to death on his cock, after they had pulled all her teeth.
The Bartons talked about buying all the “dark ladies” so they could watch them torture and snuff women and girls. They still haven’t decided about that.
