Explicit Sex images – White Slave Act of 2000

WSA2000 Mindset

Normally, I get in a special sort of mind set to write WSA2000 stuff. Takes a certain amount and type of mental working. When I go there, I stay for several hours to days.

I was already to go there this morning and work on my “The Brady Bunch in WSA2000” story when my alarm went off. I’ve got a shrink telemedicine appointment this afternoon.

Think I’ll return to what passes for normal for me until after the appointment. I can wait today for a while

But you’re not here to read about my problems. Have a preview of the Brady Bunch story.

In the story, Florence has 7 girls, and Peter has six girls and a son. They decided that there were too many, so they are going to have a no tap out oil wrestling match to decide who stays, who gets sold and who gets spit roasted or who gets made into girl steaks and ground meat..

This is “Greg” vs “Marcia”. Marcia didn’t blow Greg this morning, so he’ll snuff her by jamming his cock down her throat during an oil wresting match.

Long Pig BBQ and Snuff Fest – Part Three – Cook Family Saga #6

This will make more sense if you read these posts in order.

1. Slave Swap and Snuff Cook Family Saga #1
2. Aftermath of the Slave Swap Cook Family Saga #2
3. Long Pig BBQ and Snuff fest Part one Cook Family Saga #3
4. Long Pig BBQ and Snuff fest Part two Cook Family Saga #4
5. Reading of Emmett’s Will Flashback Cook Family Saga #4.5
6. Emmett service and sacrifices – Cook Family Saga #5

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 — 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.

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 — 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!

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.

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.

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 — 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.

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.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. – Classic

This is a recent “Classic” story from 2018. It fits with current canon.

OK, Bill, I think that about sums up our office spending plan. I’ll send Caroline in so you can implement stage one.

Bill? Ted just sent me in here, says, “Time for my daily throating”, but he had to leave for a meeting with a client, so it would be just you. I’m fine with that.

Right, here, let me get where you can get to my cock. Ah, yeah, that’s the thing. Oh. yeah. Do you want to know something? This critical. I want you to know that this is the third time in the last 21 days that you, oh, wait… Oh, God, you are good with that tongue. Now swallow and listen… Any way, like I was saying, this is the third blowjob you have given me without Ted being here. That makes me a person of personal contact for you.

That can’t be right, we only have sex here in the office and public sex doesn’t count, I know I looked it up.

OK then, wave to the public… Oh, dear, no public, but there is that camera over there. You have had private consensual sex with me 3 times in the last month, and I have the proof. The fact that we have also had public sex in the same room at different times isn’t relevant.

So what does that mean, you are going to sell me into slavery?

No, not exactly, we are converting you to a slave, but we are keeping you on as secretary and sex toy, but here is the important part, we are cutting your salary to zero. You will be living with Ted, mainly because Margie doesn’t want to give head anymore, so you will be replacing here in that role. Of course, what Margie doesn’t know is that Ted knows about Margie’s and my affair, and that I intend to convert her by the end of the week. Thinking about selling her to a throat fuck bar, just because. Now are we going to have to do this the hard way, or will you agree to do it the easy way? The hard way might involve a taser or two, and will definitely involve bondage.

And the “easy way”?

You call up Spellbook Slaves, explain the situation to them, and deal with it like it is any other office task.

Len, Jean and Vinny – Classic

This is a Classic WSA2000 story, from March 2006 (Usenet days!) It has been edited to current names and prices.

It’s early morning. I’d been out last night collecting bar flies. 3 of them were re-sold to their boyfriends, and one to her girlfriend. I still had 2 in the new slave in-processing room to deal with because their “significant others” either were not reachable or didn’t really want them back. I’m on my second cup of Needwood tea and have just not really woken up. Vicky comes into the office and tells me that there is a Mr. Frederik to see me. I asked her to send him in.

Mr. Frederik is a 40ish white guy, wearing a casual suit. He starts off, “My name is Len Frederik. My wife, Jean, is cheating on me. I want you to capture her and enslave her whore ass.”

“Capture?”

“Yes, she’s here in Eastlake on a business meeting. We don’t live in Eastlake, I flew in to speak with you on this matter. I’ve seen your show. Go to her hotel and stun gun her ass and bring her back. I’ll pay extra if you do it in public.”

“I see. I need your social security number, her social security number and two forms of ID from you, plus your actual address.” Turns out he’s from Kentucky, which is good because they have a net addressable database like Oklahoma does. Everything checks out, and his whiz quiz was clean, so we are good to go here. He gives me a collection of photos of his wife, including a full nude, the address of the hotel and a number to reach him after I capture her. As I look over the photos of his wife, an attractive blond, I tell him I will attempt to get her this afternoon. He thanks me and leaves.

I finish my cup of tea and check my schedule. Looks to be clean for most of the afternoon. Have a couple of calls this morning, but seems like it should be a more or less slow day. While I decide if I want another cup of Needwood or if I want to switch to Earl Grey, Vicky rings the intercom. “I have a Mr. Greenfeld to see you”. I asked her to show him in. Mr. Greenfeld is, well, oily. Wearing a cheap leather jacket with jeans. “Hi, the name is Vinny Greenfeld, and I’m just in town for a meeting this week. I’ve been banging this chick at the meeting and, well, I just thought it would be cool to leave with some cash for my troubles. It’s not like I made sales quota this week.” I ask him if he has the required proof that he is a person of personal contact, and he tells me that he’s been taping his banging. He slides me a USB stick. Sigh, more bad amateur porn…

I put the stick into the computer and brought up the video app. Staring back at me on the screen is Jean Frederik, naked and on top of Vinny. I click to the next chapter and see them at it again. I click next, and verify that there are in fact 3 sex acts with the two of them, with valid time date stamps. I eject the stick and put it in the folder I’ve started on this conversion.

I drum my fingers on the desk. “We have a problem. Mr. Frederik was in earlier this morning requesting Jean’s conversion.”

Vinny looks at me and asks, “How did you know her name?”

I give him the “listen to what I say” look, “Didn’t you hear me, her husband wants her enslaved. Let me make a call.”

I called Len’s cell number that he gave me. After I ID myself to him, I asked him if he knows anyone named Vinny Greenfeld. He tells me he doesn’t. I told him that it might be a good idea to drop by my office. I call Vicky in and ask her to take Mr. Greenfeld to one of the waiting rooms, and to get a slave to blow him while he is waiting if he likes. He stands up and as they are leaving I hear Vinny ask Vicky “Got any redheads? I like redheads”.

About 30 minutes later, Mr. Frederik arrives. After he gets seated, I ask him how he knows that Jean is cheating on him. He replies, “Because while we were out drinking last week, Jim told me.”

OK, now I’m confused. “Who is Jim?”

“Jim Wallace, one of my friends. We used to work together.”

I trigger the monitor for the waiting room that Vinny is in. He’s in one of the easy chairs with a redhead on her knees in front of him, blowing him. “Do you know this man?”

He watches at the TV, “No, should I?”

I nod. “Yeah, you should. He’s screwed Jean at least three times this week and wants to convert her.”

He looks at the screen a bit, then snorts. “Does he want to keep her?”

I shrug, “I don’t think so. Said he wanted to make a little extra cash this week.”

Len tilts his head to the side and thinks for a moment. “How much do you think I would get for Jean?”

I thought about it for a minute. “Assuming she doesn’t have some sort of issue that would lower her value, around 1000, maybe 1200. More if you don’t mind knowing that she’s going to be tortured to death on cable TV.”

Len shakes his head, “No, I don’t want that, I mean, not really. I mean, if that’s what happens, I’m fine with it, but I would rather not insure it. And I’d just a soon not have her sold to one of those BBQ places either, not if you have a choice. Hmm. Maybe I can make a deal with this Vinny guy. Can I talk to him?”

I looked at Len, “You’re not going to punch him out or anything for fucking your wife, are you?”

Len looks like I’m crazy for saying that. “Why would I do that? I’d already decided to get rid of her ass before I knew about him. It’s not like I’m still in love with her credit card maxing ass anymore.” He thinks for a second, then says, “Now that I think about it, I really don’t care if you sell her to the cable TV people. How much more are we talking?”

I brought up the Torture Channel’s web page and follow a few links. “Looks like about a two grand, plus or minus small change. A little more if she qualifies for their ‘Hotties’ program.”

He nods his head firmly. “OK, let’s see what sort of deal Mr. Greenfeld and I can reach here.” I asked Vicky to have Vinny brought in.

After he comes into the office, I introduce him to Len, “This is the husband of the chick you were banging”. Vinny, predicable, looks a bit upset by this information. “Look, it didn’t mean anything, you know about being on the road…” Len waves if off, “I was here to have her enslaved myself, don’t worry about it.”

Vinny sits back down and looks relived. “So, how do we do this?” I ask.

Len turns to me and asks, “How can you pay?”

I told him “Well, what I can do is, after one of you signs the paperwork, I can effect a capture, then run the pregnancy test on her. Assuming she passes that, I can pay you my baseline. Because you have asked to have her sold to The Torture Channel, you will be eligible for a bonus payment, assuming they take her option. That, of course, means she will be tortured, possible to death, on their cable TV channel.”

Len looks over at Vinny, “So, want to split the payments or do you want to flip for it?”

Vinny looks up at the ceiling and mutters to himself. He pulls his head down, “Let’s split the check. When will you know if she’s been accepted by the cable guys?”

I looked at the clock. “If I get her before 1:00 PM, we should know this afternoon. They send somebody around to check my stock once a week, and today’s the day. I’ve got a couple of friends I can call, but they don’t really like to make special runs for one slave.”

Vinny offers up the detail that from 11:30 to 12:00 this morning she’s going to be on the panel at a luncheon at the Eve’s Mark hotel downtown. I smile about this. The Eve’s Mark chain of hotels is owned by National Media. They rather specifically don’t have a “No Slavers in the hotel” rule, like so many of the other national chains do. Funny that.

I thank the men and tell them that I will give them a call when I have her in my control, there are hand shakes all around, and Vinny tells Len he knows about a great place for an early lunch. They leave talking about basketball. You got to love male bonding.

I called the downtown Eve’s Mark and found out what group is holding the luncheon. It’s the National Group of Light Industry, Human Resource Special Interest Group. I ask to speak to one of the committee chairs, if possible. After a few minutes, I get put on with a Mr. Donald Fries. I explain to Mr. Fries that I have a valid conditional enslavement paper on one of their panel members. He responds to this with, “So, Jean’s getting enslaved?”. I say, “Well, yes, but how did you know?” “She’s the only one who qualifies on the panel. I know the other two women on the panel have minor children. So, when are you going to do it?”

I think about it. “That would sort of be up to you, however, I have a business case for doing it before noon today.”

He replies, “Oh, good thing you called when you did. Can you get here in the next 30 minutes or so? We are having a meeting of the panel members then, and you can pick her up then.”

I tell him that I should be able to make that, then add, “You’re being very cold-blooded about this, can I ask why?” “I’m in Human Resources, enslavement is a fact of life in the modern workplace. And I knew that Eve’s Mark doesn’t have a ‘No Slavers’ rule when I chose this hotel. There isn’t anything I can do to stop you, so it’s in my best interest to have it disrupt the conference as little as possible.”

I get the room number of their meeting, and thank him. As I gather my kit together, I see a small group of what appear to be cheerleaders coming up the path to the door. I tell Vicky to find out what this gaggle of bimbos wants and to deal with it if possible, I’ll be back in an hour or so.

I arrive at the Eve’s Mark downtown hotel, and park the van in the loading dock area. I check the stun gun then head up to the 3rd floor. I found the room, and knocked on the door. I hear a muffled “Come in.” I open the door, expecting to find a small group of people talking about, oh, I don’t know, whatever Catbert’s talk about when they are together. Instead, I find Jean, in her bra and panties, kneeling on the floor in front of one of those business chairs that hotels are so fond of. In the chair is a balding man in his 50s. His pants are down and she is blowing him. He looks up at me, “Ah, Mr. West. You’re here a bit early. Can you let her finish?”

I nod. “Jean Frederik, a person of personal contact, one Vinny Greenfeld, has requested that you be enslaved, pursuant to the White Slave Act of 2000. At this time, you are provisionally enslaved, pending the results of your pregnancy test. I also have an enslavement request from your legal husband, Len Frederik. Now finish blowing Mr. Fries”. With that, she turns back to Donald and takes his cock back into her mouth. If anything, it’s gotten harder as I read off the enslavement to her. He grabs her head and starts face fucking her. “I think I will cum in your mouth now, you slave slut! You’re not too good to eat my cum now, you slut!” He keeps this up for about 30 seconds, then holds her head down as he empties into her mouth. After he finishes, he kicks her back. “Take her, Mr. West.”

I looked down at Jean Frederik, who was laying where she had been kicked back to, with a trace of cum on her face. I hold up the stun gun, “Do I need to use this?” She shakes her head back and forth as she sits up. “I’m going to gag you any way.” With that, I shove a ball gag into her mouth and fasten the straps behind her head, then pull her to her feet. I put a set of cuffs on her, with her arms behind her back, then lead her out of the room. “Thank you, Mr. Fries,” I say as we leave.

I get her secured in the van. As we start to head back to my office, I tell her the facts of her new life. “Unless you are pregnant at this time, you have been converted into a slave. Your husband and Vinny have agreed to split the check for you. Moreover, both of them have asked that you be sold, if possible, to The Torture Channel, and I will warn you that if you are bought by them, you will undergo public torture, then, and will likely, be killed on the Torture Channel cable TV station.” We were at a stop light, so I turned and looked back at her. Tears were streaming down her face. No matter what else this woman was, and it appears that she’s a bit of a cock hound, she would rather not be enslaved. I reached back to release the ball gag from her, warning her that if she starts screaming, I will taser her on the spot. She doesn’t but does start, “Please, Sir, don’t take me. Let me go, tell them you couldn’t find me.”

I shake my head, “Can’t do that. I’m not even going to say I’m sorry about that, either.”

She sobs. “If you can’t do that, then at least, please, don’t sell me to the snuff shows. Len watches those sometimes. Makes me suck him while he does, it’s horrible what they do to those girls.”

I reply “If you meet their needs this week, that’s where you’re going, if not, well, we will see. Len did say he would rather you not be sold to a BBQ place, but if that’s the only option, he can live with that. Seems he doesn’t really care if you live or die, and in fact, would rather you died.”

She sobbed in silence for the rest of the trip back to the office.

When we got to the office, I opened the door and brought her in to the waiting room. I removed the cuffs from her and handed her a sample cup. “Fill this to the line. This is your last hope.” She went into the ladies room and brought it back a few moments later. I put a drop on the DAP card. It came back clean. “Jean Frederik, you are enslaved at this time.” With that, I put a collar on her, then pushed the intercom button. “Vicky, come escort this slave to the holding area.” Vicky comes in, muttering, “I don’t understand other teenagers at all.” I looked at them, “What did that mob all want to volunteer?” Vicky shook her head, “No, you remember that pair that came in last week wanting to be graded?” I nodded, “Seems that they went to the same school as those girls. They wanted to be graded as well. Thomas and that assistant of his talked two of them into signing conditionals. If in the next 90 days you get a request for a spit muffin meeting their body type, well, you’ve got them. I processed their papers and contacted their parents, more than anything else, to explain why they had collars on. I used the digital cell model on them, so you should be able to activate their collars anywhere in the country, not just within range of our network.” She raised her hands, “I know they are expensive, but the possible trade-off is worth it. I told them the that they would get a shock if their conditional enslavement was activated, and they had 2 hours to report, or their heads would be blown off. I did a demo to make sure that they were active and to show them what it felt like.”

I looked at Vicky, “Let me guess, you have a standing order for a spit roast matching their body types.” Vicky smiled back, “Only one of them, but give me some time.”

Vicky was starting to lead Jean away. “Vicky, wait, if Thomas is here, I need to talk to him anyway. I’ll take her back to be graded.” I took Jean by the hand and headed back to the room that Thomas and Debby-Ann did their grading. I walk in and find Debby-Ann on her knees in front of Thomas, who is in the process of unloading one of his massive cums on to her face. “Thomas, we have dozens of slaves in this building. Why do you insist on cumming on the only mistress in the company face?” Debby-Ann looks up at me, “Because we just graded 10 prime young sluts, and I was major hot. I wanted to put one on a Jessica 3000 machine, but if I can’t do that, I want to have a hard cock in my mouth.” What can you say to logic like that? “Oh. I see, of course, certainly, cum on her face then. But when you are done, this is Jean, I know she’s not a cheerleader, but see what her grade is please, then have one of the girls take her to the storage room. I need her graded before Phil comes in this week to evaluate for TTC” As Debby-Ann went to get a rag to clean her face off, Thomas asked “Stamp, tattoo or brand?” I looked at her “Stamp, I think. If TTC doesn’t want her, we can redo it later as needed.”

About 20 minutes later, Thomas and Debby-Ann walked into my office. “We are leaving out for the day, got some other places to do this afternoon. Jean was a borderline Grade A. Really more of a Grade B. Definitely not live roaster material, among other things, she’s got fake tits. That a major down check right there. Plus her body fat level is just a little low, so all in all, good prime fuck toy, not a so much as meat. For what it’s worth. See you on the morrow.”

While I waited on Phil to arrive, I went over my books. Well, looked at the reports that Celina had done for me. I really need to come up with a way to reward her, I would have a hard time doing my business without her. Need to think on that a bit.

Right on time, Phil arrived. He stuck his head into my office and said, “I’m going back to check, anybody you want to me to give a close check on? Or any wonderful ones?”

I told him that he should do a close check on Jean because both of the requesters had expressed an interest in her becoming a torture slave, and that a couple of the bar flies were rather hot, and as so far unclaimed.

His eyes went up at the “both” bit, “You have got to tell me that story some time…”

“It’s all on tape. I suspect it will be on the show tonight.”

About 10 minutes later, Phil came back. “I can give you 1100 for the two blond bar flies, but no can do with the housewife, what’s her name, Jean?”.

Well, that’s that. I signed the report, and was told that TTC would be sending a truck by to pick the two blonds up in the morning. Phil said he would be back next week.

I thought about it for a minute. I asked Vicky to get a sex skills tester in and have them test Jean, and see if they could do it today. A few minutes later, Vicky tells me that somebody from “S&F Testing” would be by within the hour. I called Len up on his cell and told him that National Media didn’t want Jean, and she was marginal as meat, and didn’t get a live roaster endorsement, but I still had one more possible high dollar client, but It would require a test to be run on her, and that the test cost $50.00. He told me that I should deduct the test cost from the payout. I thanked him and told him I would get back to him.

The tester from “Suck and Fuck testing” showed up, right on time. I
had Vicky take him back to see Jean. Roughly an hour later, he drops by my office, and gives me a report. Her vaginal sex skills were rated at around 60%, anal were even worse, but her oral skills were rated at 99% He explained that they aren’t allowed to give out 100%, but if they did, she would have gotten one. It seems she has no gag reflex, and can take an 18″ test dildo all the way in and hold it for any length of time. “You are never going to choke that chick, at least not with a cock. Plus, she knows what to do with her tongue and lips. And she gives a real blow job, not a porn star job, which just looks good.”

I pick up my phone and call “Deep Kiss Traders”. Jill answers the phone. “Jill, this is Mike West over at Spellbook, can I talk to Fred please?” I hear her call out, “Dad! It’s Mr. West, he wants to talk to you…”

Fred picks up the phone, and I hear him chuckle, “Some day she will learn about the hold button, what can I do for you, and Jill still isn’t for sale.”

I laughed back, “Actually, she wasn’t why I called this time. What is your going rate for a slave that tests out at 99% on her oral skills?”

Fred gets serious. “Depends on who did the testing. I don’t trust some of them.”

I reply “It was S&F, last time I checked they weren’t on your shit list”.

“No, they are OK. Would add 5 points or so to their anal scores, but aside from that, they are good. Why, you got one that tested that high?”

“Yeah, I do, and to be honest, I’m phasing out my rental business. Between you me and the wall, I would advise you to get out of the general sex slave rental business by, oh, start of school next year.”

“Damn, they are going through with that? I thought there was a lawsuit holding it up.

“There was, but they reached a compromise last week. Your oral sluts business shouldn’t be effected, nor will my torture slaves, but general sex rentals are a dead letter in Eastlake starting next school year. The only way you’re going to compete is find a niche and stick to it, which is why I’m getting out of the non-torture slaves business, which is why I have this highly skilled oral slave for sale, not in my rental stable.”

I heard a bit of keyboarding. “So which one is she?”

I give him the camera number, knowing that he is checking her via the website that The Torture Channel has to support my show.

“She’s a looker. A lot of the ones that test that high aren’t. Something about needing to compensate”

“Her tits are fake, by the way”

“Teach your granny to suck eggs. I can tell that from here “.

“How much for her?” I ask.

I hear some keyboarding, “A S&F 99% that looks good? I can go a two grand.” I do my figuring. After taxes and everything, that means 300 to me and around 650 for each of the requesters. I can live with that. “OK, works for me. When do you want her?”

Fred replies, “I’ll send Jill over this afternoon.”

I call Len up and hear bar noises. “I take it you and Vinny are drinking lunch. Drop by, and I can cut you both a check for $650 each for Jean. Seems she is a blow job queen, and I’m selling her to a company that specializes in those. For what it’s worth, the life expectancy of a slave in a suck club is about 9 months, assuming they offer noose sucks, which most do.”

I hear Len call out “Hey, Vinny, we get 650 for the slut, work for you?” The reply is difficult to make out, but after a second, Len comes back on the phone and says, “Be there in an hour or so.”

They arrive, in fact, in less than an hour, take their checks and head back out. I hear Vinny say to Len, “Hey, I’m going to be in town for the rest of the week, let’s see if we can catch ourselves another slut or two to sell.” Len replies, “Sounds like a plan to me…” I shake my head, feeling that I haven’t seen the last of those two.

Long Pig BBQ and Snuff Fest, Part Two – Cook Family Saga #4

This will make more sense if you read these posts in order. This post picks up in the middle of events after part one of the wake story.

Southern Hill’s Country Club’s party area, one hour before wake service.

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.

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 — 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 blood — 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.

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, rather be shopping — Ilene Northway, she’d rather be shopping

Ilene Northway?
Yes, what can I…

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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 faithful girlfriend — 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.

TO BE CONTINUED. PART FIVE DUE OUT SOON.

First conversion and execution for Eastlake Finishing School – Classic

This is a classic WSA2000 from Dec. 2012. There is no way it can be made to fit current canon, so I’m not even going to try.

Just as I was getting off shift at Mojos, my mobile phone rings. Caller ID says it’s the Eastlake Finishing School. Odd. After exchanging greetings, Kathrine Haydel, the head mistress (Yes, she does give head every so often. Not the best in the world, but good enough to make me leave Alma’s great head. Well, that and to get the rush of dealing with school girls as slaves and snuff toys.) asked me to come in this afternoon because their current slave master decided to quit after he found out his contract was not going to be renewed. Seems like I’m going to be working two places for a while. Sleep is overrated any way.

When I came into Kathrine’s office, I found two pig-tailed school girls tied up. Yeah, going to like this job. “Meet Allie Minaya and Roxie Rottman. They were found with crib notes in their History final. Cheating on a test is an automatic conversion offense. And we want to snuff one of them as a warning to the other girls as they go through finals’ week. The other, of course, will be converted to a general slave and sold as you see fit.” On hearing that one of them would be snuffed, both started to yell and carry on, to include cursing me. While I have fucked mothers, I haven’t fucked my mother, which is what I’m sure they meant. I pulled a set of ball gags out of my kit and gagged them. ”Are you sure I can’t kill both of them? I’m not real found of being called a motherfucker by sluts.”

Kathrine tapped a pencil against her lips, in thought over my request. ”No, I don’t think so. One will be enough, I think.” OK, then. I look over the two teens, one to be a slave, one to be a snuff toy. The blonde would sell for more, which is an important point. On the other hand, I’d rather snuff a blonde than a brunette. Rather do a redhead, but that’s not an option here. After a few moments of thought, money won out. ”OK Roxie, you got lucky, I’m going to sell you. Allie, you get your head cut off.” I turn to Kathrine, “You have installed the guillotine I asked for?” ”Yes, we just put it in. Might as well test it out today. I was planing on using it first on Final Failures, but a Final Cheat will be good enough.”

I put a collar and leash on Allie, then cut the leg ropes off her, then drag her out of the office and down to what will become my play room/office. Well, I guess it’s mine now. In there I found a guillotine, a slow noose, a spitting machine and a chair that could be used as either a garroting chair or an electric chair. Hanging on the wall are a dozen standing cages, plus a score of cages on the ground. This is a real chamber of horrors.

I love it. Just looking around here, with no one but Allie and Kathrine in it, makes my cock hard. ”So, how are we going to let the student body see this? Kathrine laughs and points at the various ways to kill a slave. ”Notice how they are in an arc facing that blank wall? Watch this”. She walks over to the wall and pushes a large button that I had not noticed. The blank wall comes up like a garage door. Once it’s up, I realize that my play room is set up to be the stage in a theater. The student body is filing in to the theater, at least those that have not been converted or snuffed this school year. Kathrine ideally mentions to me, “Look out there. About a third of them will be enslaved at the end of this week, the final ones for this year. They would be the bottom 25% and the top 5% of the class. Part of their contract with us.”

And I get to sell them. This will be a great job. I walk out on the bit of the stage that is on the other side of the door. “My name is Josh Stone. I’m the new slaver and executioner here at Eastlake Finishing School. I’m about to snuff Allie Minaya. Roxie Rottman will be converted and sold on the open market. Both of these girls were caught cheating on their history finals. Let this be a warning to you all, I have no mercy for you, if it were up to me, all of you would be converted or snuffed, but I will follow your Head Mistress’s rules on that. Does anyone have a question for me at this time?”. One blonde girl, with pigtails, raised her hand. ”My name is Sharron Durgin, and Allie was my worst enemy. Can I suck your cock while you pull the cord to kill the bitch?”

School girl cock sucker — School girl cocksucker

Oh, this just gets better and better. Mojos is going to have to come up with something more than 50% profit share to keep me. ”Of course you can.” Sharon gets up out of her chair, and walks up, stripping out of her school uniform as she does. She kneels to the side of the guillotine, waiting for my cock. I untied Allie from the post I had tied her leash to, and lead her to the guillotine. I push her on to the Bascule, then push it down to the bottom part of the Lunette then I lower the upper part over her neck. Sharon moves over to me, saying, “Kill her when you cum on my face”. With that, she takes my cock into her mouth and starts to blow me.

While not the best cocksucker I’ve had, not even the best I’ve had today, she’s not bad. The fact that she’s a school girl, and that she is doing this for spite, just makes it all the better. I grab her head and push my cock all the way down her throat. She gags, but doesn’t try to pull up. I pump a few times and feel that I’m about to cum. Because that she had said she wanted a facial, I pulled out and let fly over her face. As soon as I finish, I reach up and grab the Declic and give it a quick jerk.

Thunk

God, I’m going to love this job.

Long Pig BBQ and Snuff fest Part One – Cook Family Saga #3

Spellbook Slaves, 7:00 AM the day after the Cook family’s visits.

Floor Model Bondage — 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.

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.

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.

Bray Family — 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.

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 bury license here today.
OK, fill out this form on my tablet, check this option, and point her out for us.

Moments later.

The Ex Mrs. Shepard. — 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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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?

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.

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.

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, guys let’s go find some hotties!

TO BE CONTINUED. PART FOUR DUE OUT SOON.

Slave Swap and Snuff Cook Family Saga 1

Spellbook Slave Afternoon shift

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

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 — 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 Goth Cock Sucker — 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 Torture Room Goth — 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.

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.

I love South side. – Classic

This is a classic WSA 2000 story from December 2012. It fits current canon with minimal edits.

I’m at the desk when the boss comes out with a pickup ticket and a snuff ticket. Tosses them to me, “Got a couple for you to deal with.” I assume that they are in the same part of town, or he would not be giving them out at the same time. I entered the pickup address into my smartphone’s GPS, then started to enter the snuff ticket. Odd same address. OK, them. “Just make sure you bring back one of each”.

Huh? The boss sees the look on my face. ”They have a pair of blondes and a pair of redheads. Bring back a blonde and a redhead.”

Oh. This will be fun, I can tell.

I arrived at the address. It’s one of the various semi-private out-door clubs that seem to be all over South Eastlake. An over — dressed man and a way under dressed woman came up to see me. She’s a brunette, and is wearing a sundress and nothing else. ”I was told it was blondes and redheads, have they changed the order? Late changes cost extra”. The woman, smiles, and play punches the man, “Told you!”. The man in the monkey suit says, “Oh, Jane here isn’t one of the toys, at least not this time around, she is the head of the selection committee, at least for now…” ”Oh, I’ll stay on the committee for a while, at least while there are only 4 of the club wives that can and will deep throat the board at the monthly meetings. No gag reflex is a handy thing to have, you know.” The monkey smiles and says, “You ever think we are just finding which ones to sell to the Suck-n-snuff clubs?” Mrs. No-gag-reflex looks a bit pensive. ”Let’s get this under way…”

2 to enslaved, 2 to snuffed. — 2 to enslaved, 2 to snuff.

I follow the pair into the “private” part of the club. There is a group of men, all wearing monkey suits, or at least 3 piece suits, all talking with women all wearing either a swimsuit or a sundress. There are 4 nude women, with their arms tied over their heads, on the patio. I look at them. Not a one is prime, and only one would get A+, whatever. Not why I’m here. I have 1 natural blonde, one dyed blonde and a pair of natural redheads, or at least if they are dyed gingers they dye their pubic as well. Jane comes up to me. ”Chose two to take with you, and tell me how you are going to kill the other two.” I look at the four. ”I’ll take the two that have shaved their pits this week, pointing out the two on the left-hand side. As to the victims, I think I’ll stuff a shot gun in the mouth of the red head and blow her brains out. The suicide blonde, on the other hand, needs to be slow hanged. Want to demonstrate that lack of gag reflex on me while we watch her snuff?

While I was speaking with Jane and whoever he is, they had cut down the two that I was to kill. They brought the one I wanted to blow her brains out over to me, along with a blonde with a shot gun. ”We normally only have bird shot, for the skeet range, but I’ve found a few buck shot rounds, I assume that’s what you want. If it’s OK with you, I’d like to be the one that blows the slut’s skull off.”

I think I’m in love.

“Sure, any reason why you want to commit murder?”

“It’s not murder, they volunteered to be this month’s slaves, knowing that this was a snuff month. And why? Because I’ve always wanted to snuff a slut, and I can’t get the hubby to buy one for me to snuff, and I’d have other things to spend my allowance on.”
Mr. Monkey Suit walks up as I ask that. ”Sounds like a wonderful idea, both of them. Jane, show the gentleman what you can do. Evan, is it? How do you want her?” I look at her. ”Nude, on her knees only with her ankles tied to her wrists.”
After a few minutes, they have the two doomed sluts in place. They have the redhead on her knees in front of me and Ms. Shotgun. The blonde is being stung up, and Jane is stripped and tied.

God, I love my job

Jane the cock sucker — Jane the cocksucker

The blonde is standing on a stool, with a rope tied to it. They give me the rope. “OK, here is how it’s going to work. Red here will eat buck shot. As soon as that happens, I will pull the stool out from out of Blondie, then face fuck Jane here. Anybody, other than Red and Blondie, got a problem with this plan? Didn’t think so.” I note that about half the men have one or two of the women, girls really, on their knees getting ready to start blowing them. Ms. Shotgun shoves the barrels of the double barreled shot gun into Red’s mouth. ”You really shouldn’t have been so fast to volunteer without reading the schedule. Bye Bye Now!

*BANG*

With that, I pull the stool out from out under Blondie and grabbed Jane by the hair and pulled her on to my cock.

If she has a gag reflex or not, I couldn’t tell you because I didn’t care, I just face fucked her while the blonde slowly did an air dance.

Damn, I love watching a slut die slowly on the end of rope. I also love face fucking sluts. Doing both at once, while getting paid for it, can’t even start to tell you how good that is. I love my job. As Blondie slowed down, I fucked faster. As I saw the lights go out of her eyes, I came in Jane throat. Not in her mouth, in her throat. Lots of cum. At least 4 or 5 blasts.

After I finished with her, I pushed her to the ground. Ms. Shotgun walks up, reloading. ”Oh, Jane, the board has made a change to the schedule. We are snuffing 3 this month, and it was voted, unanimously I might add, that it was going to be you.”

*BANG*

Yeah, I’m in love. “So, I never got your name. Want a job?”

Poise class – Classic

This is a classic WSA 2000 story from December 2012 edited to fit current canon.

As I was setting up for the day, one of the teachers came up to me. She was young, almost looking like a student. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her white shirt was cut in such a way as to almost expose her nipples, and did show her red corset. If this is what the slave teachers were allowed to wear, I approve. I’m Harriett Kellogg, and I’m the poise teacher here. I’d like you to come watch a stress test. It’s my rule that a girl who fails a stress test will be flogged. Normally, I do it, but I’d like to see you do it. Plus, I think you will like the test. Master. As you may have guessed, I’m a slave at your disposal as well.

OK, then. I followed her down to her classroom. It’s filled with very thick books, which look like lawbooks. Whatever. What I did notice was that the 10 girls in the room were naked, apart from their knee socks and pumps, which is odd because this is nowhere near the school dress code. Ah, why aren’t these students complying with the dress code?

Oh, for this class, they wear sex slave costumes. For this test, they need to be nude and have on sexy footwear. They will be back in dress code when they leave the class. I have a special dispensation for this. If this bothers you, you may, of course, punish me.

Nah, don’t need to do that. Nude if fine for sluts and that seems to be what this class is really about.

Harriett takes a seat in and picks up a list. Karina Grayer, you are the first to be tested. Rosalinda Lauder, you will be the stress generator. Two girls get up from their chairs and come up to stand next to Harriett, who hands Karina a book. Karina puts in on top of her head. OK, so far, just your standard poise and balance class. Other than being nude, I’m not sure why I would like this. OK, Rosalinda, start the stress. With that, Rosalinda crawls across Harriett’s lap and starts licking Karina’s pussy. Please keep in mind, you have to keep the book on your head for 2 minutes. For every second under that, you get 2 lashes. Rosalinda, if she makes it to 2 minutes, you get 120 lashes.

OK, I see why I might like this test. After about a minute or so, Karina started to shake. After 2 shudders, the book fell off. Karina reached down and pushed Rosalinda’s face into her pussy. Make me cum, slut! She held her there for another minute or so, shuddering every few seconds, then let go and collapsed to the ground.

Harriet looked down at her. I hope that was worth it. I’m adding all that time to your flogging time. You dropped the book after 70 seconds. You acted like a slut in the presence of a man for another 80 seconds. That’s 150 seconds where you were not in poise. You are a black status student, so not only will you be flogged, you will be converted today as well. Scott, do you want to give her the 300 her or in the death room?

The death room? Nice name for my playroom. I think I like it. Let’s take her there. Rosalinda snapped a collar on Karina, and started to drag her down the hall to “the death room”. By the time I got there, she had strung up Karina and had several bullwhips out. Assuming I make through this week, and it’s stress tests, I’m going to Mistress classes next semester with my scholarship. I’ve taken the basic torture classes here.

Oh, this is getting better and better. Well, that is later, now we have a slut that can’t keep her poise under some minor stress. Let’s remind her of what the means. Well, in addition to the flogging, I think that failure will lower her GPA to being in the lower 25%. She wasn’t one of our better students, I’d like you to convert her and if her grade is in the lower 25%, snuff her.

With that, I picked up the whip and laid the first lash across her back. Rosalinda, keep count for me

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 … 20, 21, 22, 23, 24,25.

After the first 25 I moved around to in front of her and laid lashes on her tits, belly and tried to hit her cunt, but she managed to protect it.

After 25, I moved to her back again. Then back to her front. She keeps protecting her cunt. I can’t get a good lash into it. Flip her over and flog her upside down for the next 100 or so, I looked a Rosalinda. I was top of the class for torture. Well, get to it, flip her over so I can flog her cunt until it bleeds. Harriett, be a dear and find out if she will be in the lower 25% because if she is, she’s going to be a snuff toy today. As the teacher left the room, I laid into the slut’s cunt. With her being upside-down, hitting her cunt was a snap. I put 50 into it before I started back on her tits. I know I did permanent damage to her, so if she will not be part of the bottom 25%, she is going to need plastic surgery before she will be able to fuck without pain. As if any body cares if a slut is in pain when you fuck her.

Harriett came back in, with some papers in her hands. Karina was going to fail out of these 9 weeks, even if she maxed the stress test. You have a snuff toy there. No, I have a flogging slut. After I get through with her, I’ll have a snuff toy. Can you please fill out the papers for me, Harriett? Rosalinda, how are we going to kill this slut?

Slow hang. Do you want to face fuck me while she dies? If you do, you need to put a dental gag on me; otherwise I might bite because my jaw is weak.

OK, thanks for the warning. Find one in the toy chest and put it on. I finished up the 300 lashes with some speed. Karina was not responding. I’m not even sure if she was still alive. Didn’t matter. I lowered down, dragged her over to the slow hang noose, then hosted her up. Rosalinda came over, dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth.

You know, 4 blow jobs by teenagers in one day are just about all I can take. Karina never woke up if she was still alive. After I came in Rosalinda’s mouth and on her face, I went and checked Karina. She was dead. Rosalinda took out the dental gag, moved her jaw around. I’ll call the kitchen. She will be used by the food processing class for their stress test. Unless they want to go with the normal ‘use the girl with the lowest grade in the class as the sow’ method. You may have saved the life of a cook.

Can’t have that. No, don’t do that. Call one of the slave meat processors for her. Harriett cleared her throat. Rosalinda, I have some bad news you for you. You are in the top 5% but not the top of the class. As a matter of fact, you were number 3 in the class. You aren’t going to make it out of this week, you know that all but the top student in the top 5% of my class after the stress test get a warning. And I’ve checked you’re black status, so you get converted.

Can’t have that either. Don’t give her the warning. And since you’re a slave teacher, count that as an order from me. Can’t have a talent like her be converted and sold off. I’ll take her into this semester’s mistress class. I get to add a couple of students if it’s before the 1st 9 weeks are up. I’ll convert her myself if she doesn’t measure up.

Southern Hill’s Country Club, right after Emmett’s service.

This is a Classic WSA2000 story, from March 2006 (Usenet days!) It has been edited to current names and prices.

Southern Hill’s Country Club’s party area, one hour before wake service.

TO BE CONTINUED. PART FIVE DUE OUT SOON.

*Thunk*

Spellbook Slaves, 7:00 AM the day after the Cook family’s visits.

Nine AM, Spellbook Slaves.

Delta Delta Delta chapter house, Eastlake University

Delta Gamma Chapter House, Eastlake University.

Southern Hill’s Country Club’s party area, 2 days later, mid-morning.

Moments later.

TO BE CONTINUED. PART FOUR DUE OUT SOON.

Spellbook Slave Afternoon shift

Spellbook Slaves One Hour Later

About one hour later

The Torture Room.

*BANG*

*BANG*

Thunk

BANG

BANG