This blog is based on a universe where in 2000 the US, followed by most of the world, allowed the enslavement of females. Very much not work safe. Also very much misogynist and more than a touch psychopathic. You have been warned.
I want to do three things. One, I would like to buy a brunette, with big floppy tits that is bigger than me if you have one.
Two, I would like to hang the cow.
Three, I wish to volunteer my body for the next spit roast you have.
You do know that when we in the slave trade say “Spit Roast” we mean an actual spit and an actual fire, not fucking you in the ass and face at the same time, right?
Yes, I know that. Look, here is $1500 in cash, do you have a cow I can snuff or not?
Yes, we do. Can I ask why you want to do all of this?
My “Boyfriend” left me for a cow, so I intend to snuff one.
OK, but why be snuffed yourself?
Because if I’m not good enough for anyone, I might as well be meat.
Hang the cow
I’m not going to argue with her logic, warped as it may be. Normally, I’d give her 700 buck back from her offer of a grand and a half, because I don’t normally rip people off, unless they pissed me off. But being as how she will not live to spend it, we will keep all of it. Why? Because I can.
Something the back of my head went “Click”.
What is your ex’s name?
Chris Fellows.
Oh, this is good.
Did the “cow” he left you for have a tattoo on her belly?
Yeah, I think so.
Then you might want to revise your plans. Seems that Chris sold her to us this morning.
Why would I want to change my plans then? It’s even better if I get to hang the real cow.
Well, for starters, he claims that he only fucked her to make it legal to enslave her, and that he wants her spit roasted this afternoon, something about bringing his real girlfriend in to see her roast.
Don’t care, I want to hang the cow then get spit roasted. Chris called me meat bag one too many times for me to think I have any value to him.
Later that day…
Ding!
Hello Mr. Fellows, are you wanting to sell this one as well?
No, not now, any way.
Well, there has been a slight change in plans. Your first slave was bought, at a considerable premium I might add, but we do have a similar slave for you to roast. Is that OK with you?
Well, not really, I really wanted to show Cindi here that I really loved only her.
Well, you might want to wait until you see the alternate meat on the Vlad before you say that.
Oh my God, is that Wendy on the machine?
Yes, that was the meats name before she was converted and selected for processing as meat. Does that make any difference?
Oh, God, yes it does. Cindi, strip down and blow me while I watch Wendy get processed. This is the best day of my life.
From the Vlad, Wendy speaks up.
Well, you called me meat bag when we were fucking. I knew you really wanted me as meat, not as your girlfriend.
Wait. You call me that too. Does that mean you want to see me snuffed as well?
Cow Sucking Cock
Shut up and suck my cock, cow.
Yes, master.
Push the button! I want to see that spit go into Wendy’s cunt and out her mouth.
I pushed the kill switch.
I’ve set it for 6 inches per minute, it’s going to take a bit for her to have it come out her mouth.
OH! GOD, IT HURTS
Oh, it hasn’t started to hurt yet.
AHHHHH
There we go. The needles just pierced her nipples and will be injecting a drug cocktail that should keep her from going into shock when she is gutted.
Oh, I didn’t ask, do you want her alive or dead when she goes over the coals?
Alive, if you can do it, but gut her alive.
Sure, just have to run the simple gutting, that will keep her lungs and heart in place, but remove her intestines and other organs. If we don’t do a gutting, a Vlad has an 85% survival rate. With a simple gutting, it’s still over 50%. Let me do that now…
I push a couple of buttons on the Vlad. The laser guided knives and saws slice into Wendy and neatly remove her guts.
I check my watch.
She should be barfing up any time now.
BLEEEPH
Right on time. The spit should exit about …. Now…
Oh god, that is so hot. Your next meat bag… Look, take my phone. Look in the “meat bag 3” folder, I should have proof that I am a person of personal contact with Cindi here. I want her processed as soon as you get Wendy over the coals.
By processed, do you mean converted to slave or do you want to see her spitted as well?
Skinny Cock Sucking Teen
Spit roast the cow. Bring me a skinny, flat chested teen slut. I want my cock sucked while the meat bag gets converted to just meat. I don’t want my meat thing to kick in.
She will be $800, she’s just for making soup, and that’s not a big seller this time of year.
Fine. Run my debit card.
OK, Mr. Fellows, she is all yours.
Damn Pigtails. How old is she? No, don’t tell me, the age in my head is good enough.
Cindi didn’t want to get on the Vlad, having seen what it did to Wendy.
Get on the Vlad, or it will be much worse for you.
How could it be worse?
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Well, you could get tasered, for starters.
Ever try to move a 300 plus cow from the floor to a spitting machine? It’s not as easy as it sounds. Took 3 men to do it. And two more applications of the stun gun to keep her down.
And here is another way it’s going to be worse. I’m setting the spit for one inch a minute, so it will take about half an hour to go through you. And I’m not gutting you util you are dead, so you will be going on over the gas jets alive. Plus, then I will use the drug cocktail that stimulates the nerves. It’s in effect an anti-pain killer.
Oh god, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you guys came through. Great teen cocksucker, and all my cows are dead or will be soon. So, little one, you like girl meat? Don’t want to give you too much, wouldn’t want you to get fat. You see what happens to fat girls.
Yes, master, I’ve had girl meat. My dad converted his secretary and then mom roasted her. I promise not to get fat. I’ll barf her up if it pleases you. I barf up a lot of food. I don’t eat much even if I don’t barf it up, well, apart from cum. I’ll eat as much of that as I can get and swallow.
It’s the first day for Spellbook Slave Marriages, a new subsidiary of Spellbook Slaves. I’m Alan Mooney, the “manager” and currently the only employee of this subsidiary. I do have a pair of worker slaves, Christine and Rachel to help out. Haven’t any business just yet. Just past lunch, a dapper looking gentleman walks in and heads right to my desk.
“I’m Wendell Greene, I need to convert my fiancé and her two bridesmaids. It was recommended that I come here by the county clerk’s office when I got the license if I wanted to convert her. Before I went to the clerk’s office, I visited ‘We Be Slaves’ about this, but they gave me the creeps. I heard screaming come from the room labeled ‘pre conversion testing’ Not sure if I want them to be screaming before their conversion, much less at the marriage service. I’m not that big into pain. A little bondage, sure, but I don’t do pain play unless she really asked me to hurt her. That happened a couple of times. Those relationships never lasted. Anyway, that’s probably more than you wanted to know.”
Looks like that giving the clerk’s office our information was a good idea. Or course, our only competitor is “We Be Slaves” and they have a less than savory reputation, so the clerk’s office doesn’t normally give out their info unless the bride or groom look a little, well, less than savory themselves. Getting a customer on our first day of business from the clerk’s office should make Mr. West happy.
Monique, Candace, and Tammy,
Yeah, ‘We Be Slaves’ is a bit weird, and I’m not just saying that because they are our main competitor. We can help you with this, with no screaming, or at least shouldn’t be any. First, do you have a signed marriage license? If you do, converting your fiancé is just a matter of a little state database changes and, of course, paying our fee, and the federal tax if you are keeping her. The bridesmaids on the other hand, well, unless you have proof that you had sex with them 3 times in the last 30 days, or they volunteer, we really can’t help you.
I’ve got both. I mean, I’ve had sex with both bridesmaid, and I’ve got our license already. I’ve signed it, but she hasn’t. Does that matter?
Do you have some proof of the sex? And no, it doesn’t matter whether she has signed or not. As of July 2024, the groom’s signature is all that is needed to make a conversion possible.
I wonder how long it’s going to be before the back door to involuntary conversions is discovered and starts being widely used. It’s been six months and it still seems to have not caught on. Granted, it costs money and leaves an official fingerprint on the conversion, and can only be used on one woman at a time. I’ll lay good odds that it will be contested in court soon by the family of some “bride” that didn’t even know she was getting married. It won’t be by a Southside Eastlake family, however.
Does phone video count for proof of having sex? And do they have to know they were being recorded? Because they didn’t know.
Yep, video with sound is the best kind of proof of consensual sex. Upload the videos to SpellbookSlaves.com/marriages for my review. Secret recordings are OK, as they normally prove that the sex was consensual. While the rape of a convertible woman is more or less legal in Oklahoma, it can’t be used for conversion sex by federal law.
I suspect the amount of bad amateur porn I’ll have to watch is one of the downsides of this job. It’s one of the things that the “main” staff bitches about a lot. Meh, there are worse downsides. I watch the videos uploaded to our website and take note of the date stamps, all about 3 weeks ago. Yeah, Wendell has fucked a pair of women, one at a time, in the same room, who I presume are the bridesmaids. Hopefully, I will be able to identify them when I see them “in the flesh” from the videos. They aren’t the best quality videos, he must be using an older phone. Boring missionary style three times on three different days. He used safe sex, I noticed, must not have wanted to get them pregnant, which would spoil the whole affair, no pun intended.
OK, that will do it, assuming I can ID the women in the video as the bridesmaids. How do you want to do this?
What are my options?
Well, we can serve notice to them just before the wedding service, you can have it be part of the service, or we can get to them well before the service and serve notice then. The last is the best option if all of them aren’t aware that a conversion is going to happen. Tasering a bridesmaid isn’t normally part of a civil service, and most definitely isn’t part of a more traditional religious service. Most churches like to pretend that being converted isn’t a major part of marriages this century.
Can you handcuff and gag them before the wedding? I don’t want too much bondage, but the gag is essential. I’ve made arrangements so that all Monique, she’s my fiancé, has to do is nod during the ceremony, not actually have to say anything. The other two, Candace and Tammy, of course, will not have any choice in the matter. I’ve got a question, Monique has 5 daughters from a different man, or maybe more than one man, I didn’t ask. They are all in their early 20s now. I’d like to convert them as soon as possible as well. Just grab them, hogtie and gag them and put them at the back of the chapel if I can convert them now. Nude, of course.
Sure, that’s not an issue. You can convert your stepdaughters any time after the marriage license is signed, assuming that they are under 26 and in theory living with you.
Well, they are still living with their mother, so I expect them to move in with us.
Tell me where to find Monique, Candace, Tammy, and your stepdaughters, and we’ll have them ready for you, handcuffed and gagged, or hogtied and gagged, as the case may be. However, there is the matter of the end use of the slaves, that’s going to effect the total cost to you. Are you keeping all eight of them, or are you selling any of them to Spellbook Slaves? If you are selling your stepdaughters, I’ll need to at least see a photo of them to set a wholesale price for them. I can set a price of a thousand on the bridesmaids, based on their apparent age and approximate grade.
No, keeping all of them is the whole point of converting them. I’d like a slave harem and this seems like the easiest way to get one. Faster than going out and getting multiple strange women to fuck me. Not saying I’m not going to do that, but not for a few months any way. They are all three at the Northside “Easy Time Inn”, room 202, doing what they suspect is their last girl on girl on girl thing. They think I don’t know about that, but I approve, and they will be doing it more. A lot more, while some of my stepdaughters orally servicing me. Monique’s daughters are in room 204 doing whatever it is twenty-something girls do when forced to be with their sisters for an extended period of time. I’m not sure If I want them doing girl on girl sex or not.
Well, damn. With the converted being in two rooms, I’ll have to get Mistress Debby-Ann and her crew to get them all at once. While that’s the plan for this sort of thing, I’d rather my first be a solo affair. Not sure what Mr. West is going to think about that. Well, nothing I can do about it now.
OK, then I’ll need $250 each for the tax and a $150 processing fee for each slave. So call it $3,200 total. I can make it a special because you are doing more than five at once and waive the fee on one of them, so your total due is three thousand fifty dollars total. The tax is because we are technically selling them back to you, which triggers the federal “slave sales tax”. If you had just sold them to us, you would not be liable for any taxes, taxes are only due on sales to the public at large.
The next morning, Northside “Easy Time Inn”
Monique Coleman, Candace Barber and Tammy Pittman? I have a request of conversion of the three of you from a qualified person, by marriage or personal contact. You are now the property of a Mr. Wendell Greene, assuming there is no impediment to your conversion, such as being pregnant at this time. Be advised that at this time I am authorized to use force if needed to process your conversion. Mr. Greene as authorized both Taser and bean bag shotgun rounds for this, in addition to physical force. Mr. Greene has requested that you are to be handcuffed and gagged for the service.
Sheryl, Julie, Janice, Sadie, and Karen, Ms. Coleman’s daughters
In addition, all five of Ms. Coleman’s daughters are being converted as well, they are being collected and hogtied and gagged, also at Mr. Greene’s request, at this time. Do you understand all of your change in status? It really doesn’t matter if you understand your change, as long as none of you are currently pregnant, the conversion is effective immediately.
Monique, the fiancé, turns to the bridesmaids. “I told you that fucking Wendell was a bad idea, I don’t care that the girls and I had an open relationship with him or not, he is my fiancé, you should have had a little respect for our friendship and not fucked him, no matter how much he begged. Now look at where you are. I knew I, and probably the girls, were going to be converted by Wendell at the service, but I didn’t think he would get greedy and take you two as well. Serves you right. I would have thought that six slaves would be enough for Wendell, but he must have wanted as many as he could get”.
Spellbook Weddings, the afternoon after the Greene Wedding
Three younger looking men come in. One of them approaches the desk while the other two examine the stock photos we have on the wall showing slave bride options. Need to update those as soon as we have enough photos to do so.
We’ve got questions about what we can do at a wedding with our brides as slaves.
I can probably answer your questions, slave weddings is what we do here.
Well, for starters, how long after doing conversion paper work can we change our mind and not actually convert them?
Well, it’s not wildly known, but Oklahoma has a 3-hour grace period.
OK, well, can we snuff a slave or have her butchered in those 3 hours, or do we have to wait then?
Oh, no, she can be snuffed, spit roasted, or butchered any time after the conversion is registered in the state database. The grace period is only means you don’t have to pay a manumission tax to free her. Or for a volunteer to get “cold feet” and back out of it, assuming she is still alive, of course.
OK, cool. So, do you do butchering as well as spit roasting, or do we need to make arrangements with one of the slave meat shops?
Yes, but we don’t do that in the field. Would have to bring her in to the main shop. We’ve got a portable Jessica 3000, but butchering a slave takes a special approved area, USDA rules, and I don’t think any of the chapels in Eastlake have one.
OK, here is the plan. We get married. You convert all three sluts after the service is over. Then we have a blow job contest, where the “bride” sucks off one of us besides her new husband. The winner gets freed. The loser gets made into girl meat steaks.
Do they know about this?
Well, they know about the conversion, but not about the contest.
OK, your cost will be $250 tax per bride, our $150 fee, again per bride and a $300 butchering fee. Will this be together or separate?
Eastlake Chapel of Submission, Next Morning.
Do you, Connie, Sophie, and Elizabeth take Douglas, Timothy, and Damian to be your lawful master?
Yeah, this place lives up to its name. That ceremony doesn’t ever pretend that it’s anything but a conversion. Need to give them our info as well.
We do.
Do you, Douglas, Timothy, and Damian take these sluts to be your slaves, to be used as you will?
We do.
By the rights given to me by the state of Oklahoma, I now declare you to be joined.
I make the changes to the state database.
OK, the clock starts now.
Connie Downs, Sophie Carr, Elizabeth Holloway. Three slut brides.
OK girls, here is the surprise for this. We are going to have a blow job contest. Connie, you will suck off Tim. Sophia, you get Damian and Beth, you get me. The winner of the contest, which is the slut that makes their man cum first, will be freed. The loser will be made into girl meat for the honeymoons. The one in the middle, well, she just stays a slave. Do you understand?
Of course. I expected something like this. But I thought y’all would just snuff two of us and share the other in a 4 way.
OK, get on your knees and start sucking… NOW.
The three slaves drop to their knees and take their assigned man’s cock from his pants and begin to suck. I note that they are all “cheating” and also using their hands. Not my problem. If the “grooms” have an issue with it, I’m sure they will tell them. After about five minutes, Tim grabs Connie’s head and shoves it down her throat. He jerks a few times, then pulls out.
We have a winner! Connie, you are a free woman now.
I make the change to the database.
If you want to be actually married, you need another ceremony. Marriages are annulled on conversion.
That’s on the agenda, going to The Blessed Chapel after we finish here.
The other two redouble their efforts. After a few more minutes, Damian pulls out and gives Sophia a facial. Elizabeth stops soon after that.
Doesn’t make much difference now? I’m meat either way.
That is true. Mr. Mooney, if you would take Elizabeth to the butcher now. Deliver her meat to this address…
I take the card with the address on it, and lead Elizabeth to the van.
Spellbook Weddings, the next morning.
An older gentleman enters the shop.
Slave daughter taken out to her new “husband”
I have a question about transferring my daughter, who I enslaved several years ago, to her new husband.
That’s easy, all you need to do is have us change the state registry and pay the federal sales tax, plus our fee.
Well, how much would Jonathan owe. I’m not paying it.
No, of course not. In most sales, the gaining owner pays the tax. And the total owed would be $400, unless you need any additional services such as a pickup and delivery or the conversion of any other wedding party member.
Don’t think we will need anything else, the plan is for me to bring her out in chains, have the preacher say a few words, then I give the leash to Jonathan. We thought about having one of her sisters sacrificed, but my wife finally said no to that.
You know, you could convert your wife and sacrifice a sister anyway, if that is what you or Jonathan wants. Slaves don’t have a say in anything.
Thought about that, but I promised her father I would keep her a free woman.
Well, just mentioning it because, well, it’s my job. Wives and fiancés to slaves is what we do here in general. Also do snuffing of bridesmaids, sisters, friends of the bride or groom, or even mothers of the bride for weddings in a variety of ways. We can also arrange the “mundane” aspects of a marriage as well.
Jonathan will come by this afternoon to pay the fees. Do you need to be at the wedding? It’s a small, private affair, and we would like as few people as possible at it.
No, unless you don’t want the legal transfer to happen until the ceremony is over. In that case, if you want it to happen as soon as it’s over, then yes, one of us would need to be there to make the database changes. You do understand that legally, she will change hands as soon as he pays the tax.
That’s OK. This is more symbolic than anything else.
The podium shortly after Reverend Ellis’s eulogy of Emmett Cook.
Karl Goldman, Esq., Emmett Cook's personal lawyer, steps up to the podium.
Gentlemen, mistresses, and sluts, in particular owners of Mr. Cook’s female descendants, sons-in-law of Mr. Cook, mistresses which that have control of one or more of Mr. Cook’s descendants, and uncontrolled daughters of Mr. Cook. I have a codicil to his will that applies to you as a group, that I’ve been directed to read at this time.
“I, Emmett Cook, do establish a trust fund of twenty million dollars to be distributed among individuals controlling one or more female descendants of mine, or uncontrolled daughters, based on the following conditions:”
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a daughter or daughters who are legally killed from 7:00AM of the day of my funeral service and for the next seventy-two hours after it, you will be granted 4 shares of the fund per daughter killed.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a daughter, or daughters who are converted to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in the same period, you will be granted 3 shares per daughter converted.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a granddaughter or granddaughters who are legally killed in that period, you will be granted 2 shares per granddaughter. If they are killed immediately after my funeral service to act as decorations for the country club’s “party area” you will be granted a half share per granddaughter, in addition to the two shares for killing them.
To each individual, other than uncontrolled daughters, controlling a granddaughter or granddaughters who are converted to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, you will be granted one share per granddaughter.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who legally kill any of their daughters in that period, will receive three quarters a share per daughter killed.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who convert any of their daughters to slave status by Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, will receive half a share per daughter converted.
Uncontrolled daughters of mine, who volunteer for conversion at Spellbook Slaves LLC, in that period, will receive one quarter of a share, to be given to an individual or individuals of their choice.
“The shares will be tallied, and the fund will be divided based on the total number of shares. The trust funds awards are to be given regardless of any other financial windfall or gain you may obtain via the killing or conversion of a daughter or granddaughter.”
“A controlling person is defined as an owner, husband, wife, father, stepfather, stepmother, or mistress owning or controlling the female descendant. Controlling means the individual has uncontested rights of conversion or legal ownership of the female descendant. An uncontrolled daughter is defined as a free woman who is not married or otherwise controlled. Persons gaining the right of conversion or ownership via the so-called ‘person of personal contact’ method during this period are not considered a controlling person for reasons of this trust fund.”
The bodies of the daughters and granddaughters killed, except for those roasted for the post service meal, will be donated to the Eastlake Zoological Gardens to be used as wolf feed.
Mr. Martin Kidd, director of Southern Hill's Country Club, steps up to the microphone.
“Those converted to be roasts for the post service meal, will count for this trust fund, of course, assuming they otherwise qualify. You will need to convert granddaughters before they can be used as a party decoration, assuming free status. Only granddaughters under the age of 21 who have a grade B+ or higher on the appearance scale will be considered for use as decorations. Please indicate that Southern Hill’s Country Club is the buyer on the Spellbook Slave’s form for her conversion. We are offering $500 in addition to the two and half shares for each granddaughter sold to us for being used as decorations. I want to warn you that the planned decorations method will be a painful and slow death, by partial impalement. They will bleed out over the course of thirty to ninety minutes”.
Well, that ought to kick up the level of bloodlust today. Glad he made us the slaver of choice for this. Better get ready, there is gonna be a line soon.
And here comes our first client. Odd, it’s a single woman, I would have bet on it being a son-in-law. Meh.
Party Decorations
Hello! I am Natalie Cook, one of Emmett’s “uncontrolled daughters,” as he so succinctly put it, and I would like to offer my brood of older teen brats for the “decorate the party area” pool. I suspect you will need to taser them. They aren’t expecting anything to happen to them today, much less being snuffed. But I need the money and the three and three fourths shares of the trust fund, plus the twenty-five hundred dollars from the country club, is just too good to pass up. I am not sure if that extra half a share for being a decoration slut applies to me, but I’ll wait and see. I’m good either way. What are the names of your party decoration daughters? Elizabeth, Beatrice, Doris, Kathy, and Julia Cook OK, point them out to us and we will go capture them. Evan, take Ian and Vicky with you and go get them. Just Taser them to start with, don’t try to act like it’s permissive or anything.
Elizabeth, Beatrice, Doris, Kathy, Julia? Yes?
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I am so glad that Mike upgraded us to these ten shot Taser-10 guns. Doing that with one-shots would have been a bitch and half.
Note: The “Taser-10” is a real thing. Axon, the maker of Taser guns, does not sponsor this site and would probably have a cow if they found out about it, so let’s keep it a bit of a secret, OK?
OK, zip tie their arms behind their back. Vicky, do blood test and enter them in the database if they are green. Once you have done that, help the club staff get them on spikes. Evan, Ian, come back here, I see people starting to come this way.
It’s too bad that my other nine brats are still underage. The oldest triplets will be old enough in a few months, might convert them on their birthday. Be cheaper than throwing a party. You buy “barely legal teens” right? Ms. Cook, we would be glad to have your “barely legal teen” daughters when they pass the age of consent. There is a pretty good market for young slaves. Of course, part of that market is to wannabe serial killers, who just buy their victims instead of doing the old fashion way. Are you good with that? I’m selling my oldest five to be painful snuffed as party decorations for my father’s funeral service. What do you think? In fact, can you add a flag to their file that indicates that they should be snuff toys? I’d say spit muffins, but I don’t think they have the body type for that. OK, bring them by up to 6 months before their birthday for a free estimate on their value, then bring them in on their birthday for conversions, and I’ll see what we can do about having them marked as snuff bunnies. If all else fails, they can be part of the four teen slaves a month order that we have to a client couple that uses them for practice for their stable of goth girl torturers and executioners. The goths seem to have a thing for working on “norms” as they put it. The slaves they work on have a month-long life span, at most, and will spend most of that time in considerable pain. Oh, that sounds like just the ticket. Please do so.
There is something in the water in Southside which makes people want to convert family members at the drop of a hat, but this family is just way more bloodthirsty than normal, even for Southside.
OK, Vicky, is it? I’m Mistress Greene, I oversee decorations here at Southern Hill’s. This isn’t the first time we have used teens as party decorations, but normally, it’s only two or three, sometimes as many as five. This is going to be a record. Here’s what going to happen. First, cut the clothes off any party decorations that are not already naked. They go on the spike nude, of course. Zip tie their arms behind them if they aren’t already and put on a dog training collar. Lead them over to the first empty spike, going clock wise, then position them over the spike. Once you’ve got it lined up on either their vagina or anus, vagina works better, but either will do, then hit the foot pedal trigger. Make sure the spike’s lock buttons are in place, then shove the decoration down a little. Leave their hands zip tied behind them, but take off the dog collar. Any way, I’ll help you with the first one, so you can see how it’s done.
Vicky and Mistress Greene went to one of the Cook teens and began to cut her clothes off. The teen starts to wake up and trashes around, but with her arms zip tied behind her back, she's unable to stand up to run. She is soon stripped and collared. Vicky and Eileen yank her up, then lead her to the first spike.
Where are you taking me? What’s going on? Oh, you don’t know, do you? Your mother sold you to the country club to be a decoration. We are taking you to the arc of spikes. You’re the first one, but don’t worry, you will not die alone. At least your sisters will be with you. Die! What do you mean die! I’m too young to die. There must be some mistake. Mommy would never have me killed. She loves me! Nonsense, you’re over the age of consent, you can die whenever someone in authority says you do. In this case, it’s your mother. Now, if you had only taken a mistress course at your school, you might have avoided an early death, but you didn’t so you get a spike up your coochie. Vicky, do you know her name? No, does it matter? All I know is that she’s one of Emmett’s granddaughters and her mother wasn’t married, so their last name is Cook. Her mother told us their first names, but we knocked them out before we could sort them out. My name is Doris. Don’t kill me. I’m excellent at oral sex! I got an 88 the last time I was tested. Let me be your personal sex slave, please, don’t kill me! Sorry, I’ve already got a sex slave and I really don’t have room for two.
OK, Doris, sweetie, this is going to hurt a lot. But don’t worry, you’ll spend the rest of your life in pain, just like your darling mother wanted. You’re nothing but a paycheck for her and a pretty little dying teen for the rest of us to appreciate. You can expect at least some attention. Any last words? No? OK, here goes!
With that, Eileen pushes the foot peddle trigger, sending the 2-foot-long spike into Doris.
OK, she’s done for. Well, not really, if we got her to a hospital fast enough, they would be able to fix her internal injuries, but that’s not likely to happen today. Did once, when some love – struck idiot bought a decoration for two thousand dollars and rushed her to St. Francis in his car. She made it and was at the next quarterly golfing tournament, acting as a naked caddy for the boy. I understand that the total bill for her was a little over 10 grand, including what he paid for her. Her mother was pissed that she didn’t get any of the two thousand the slut was sold for. Please, oh God, take me off this spike. Please, I’ll do anything. You will die like the slut you are. It’s what your loving mother wants for you. Now be silent before I worsen it for you. So Vicky, do you think you can do one on your own now? I think so. Do I have to taunt them before I trigger the spike? No, but I like to. All you really have to do is line them up and stomp the pedal. Some of those pedals are a bit stiff, so you might have to hit it pretty hard. Why do you say mommy wants this for me? She thinks it will help your development. My development? How? You will develop in to a corpse, that’s how. Now have a nice day
Vicky and Mistress Greene return to the other Cook girls and begin to cut the cloths from one each. The stripped girls are rapidly zip tied and collared. The girl that Vicky was leading tries to put up a fight and broke away as she is being dragged to her doom. Vicky gave chase and rapidly tackled the fleeing teen.
Bitch. I hate it when you sluts fight back. I think I put the spike up your ass for that. I don’t know what you did to your mother to make her so happy to kill you, but that really doesn’t matter, she wants the money more than she wants your slut ass. Now take a spike up it!
Vicky triggers the spike. It enters the girl's ass at a slight angle. The girl twitches a few times, then her legs give out and she collapses down.
Damn it. The spike must have hit her spine, paralyzing her. Hate it when that happens. Whatever, she’s really is done for. Not your fault, but that’s why I normally aim it at their cunt. Less chance of a fast kill or paralysis that way. Getting it right comes with practice. I’m sure that by the end of today, you will be a pro at this. Ok, let’s go get the last two.
The two torturers return to the teens and repeat the process with the last two teens. Vicky chose to impale her 2nd through the teen's vagina instead of her anus, to avoid the issues of the previous one.
Well, that’s it for now. I’m sure we will have some more soon.
Hi! I’m Billy Bird, and I’d like to hang my wife and my eldest daughter. Why just your eldest? And why hang your daughter, she’s worth more spiked? Because the others are too young. All over 8, so there’s no problem with converting Tanya, but they are underage for conversion. Carrie is past the age of consent, her birthday was five months ago. As to why hang not spike, well, while I, obviously, don’t have a concern with killing them, being spiked seems like it’s just needlessly sadistic. OK. Point them out to us. Do you think they will go quietly, or are we going to need to zap them? I think that Tanya will go quietly. She knows that I have been considering selling her today as it is. She even knows it might be to be snuffed. Not so sure about Carrie. You might want to zap her. Any way, they are over there by the tree line. Go get them, Ian. Are you Tanya and Carrie Bird? Yes?
<ZAP>
OK, Tanya, do I need to Taser you too or are you going to do this the easy way?
Tanya Bird, snuffed for money.
Billy sold us, didn’t he? Slave or snuff? Snuff I’m afraid. I’ll need to do a blood test on both of you to make sure you’re not pregnant. OK. Let me strip down, might as well put on a show for this crowd. Not that seeing one more of Emmett’s daughters getting snuffed is going to mean all that much…
Carrie Bird, also snuffed for money
Why don’t you pull Carrie’s skirt and panties off her while she’s stunned? She is so proud of her little tight teen pussy, might as well let people see for the last time, before it’s devoured by wolves. Leave her shirt on, she thinks her tits are too small and doesn’t like showing them off. It’s not the first time she’s run around bottomless at this club, she’s been doing that for years. Little cock tease. Other than blowing Emmett when we visited, I don’t think she’s even had sex. Never had a boyfriend, I know that. We don’t get to snuff that many virgins. In fact, this might be the first time I’ve done one. Too bad, I don’t have time to cure her of that problem.
Volunteer to avoid the spike
Excuse us, Mr., West, sir. Yes, what can I do for you ladies? Yeah, we’re Carolyn and Monica Hickman, and we’ve got a question for you, Mr. West.
Any woman can volunteer to be a slave, right? There are a few restrictions, but in general, yes. And our parents would not have anything to say about it, wouldn’t they? Nope, not a bit. They would not have any rights over us anymore, right? Nope, no rights. Why do you ask? Well, I overheard dad say that he wanted to get the money for us being decorations, and we would rather not die on a spike, then be feed to the wolves. Almost anything is better than that. OK, so you both want to volunteer?
Please say yes. Y’all are about the hottest thing I’ve seen in years. I want to have a nasty three-way with both of you.
Yes, we do. Does having a high sex skill rating matter as to what kind of slave we would be? Our domestic skills are pretty good as well, if that matters. We’ve got an electronic copy on our phones.
Oh, it just keeps getting better and better. Yeah, not letting these two slip away.
Oh yes, high scores mean you should end up a sex slave or house domestic slave, not a torture toy or general use slave. Not 100% safe, but much safer than most of the other options. Let me see your scores… Oh my, you scored over 90 across the board on your sex skills, you even got tested for hand jobs, that’s rare, and pretty good, all over 75, on your domestic scores. Huh, didn’t know that “cleaning” was a testable skill. Anyway, you look to be appearance Grade A. You would be high-value slaves, we don’t often get the whole package of Grade A looks and high skills across the board, much less a matched set. Good chance that both of you will be bought as a set by a bachelor as live – in servants with sex benefits. Or by a family where the wife is seeking some help, both around the house, in the kitchen, and in the bedroom, where you would do the kinky stuff that she might not want to do, or she might like sex with other women, could go either way. For that matter, with your cunt lapping scores, a lesbian, or lesbian household, might want you. Yeah, we can use you.
Oh God, yes we can use you, and by we, I mean me. Gonna break you two into to being sex slaves as soon as we get back to the shop. Haven’t had a high skill matched pair in years.
OK, that’s good, convert us. So it’s official, you both want to be slaves then? Yes, but please hurry, I see our dad coming this way…
Score!
OK, let me see your ID. Let me make a few state database changes. We’ll do the blood work at the shop. OK, you’re both slaves now, assuming your blood work test comes out green. And if your blood work isn’t OK, you can’t be converted by anyone. He can’t do anything to you now, at least not without buying you. He didn’t convert you himself, so even if he does buy you to have you snuffed, it wouldn’t count for the trust fund. Oh, thank God. Oh, there you two are. We’ve been looking for you. Mr. West, is it? I want to have my daughters here be made part of the decorations.
Like I’m about to have this set of wet dreams walking get out of my control so this Southside slob get a few extra bucks for snuffing them. Gonna break it to him hard, and maybe raise their price a bit, in case he really wants them.
I’m afraid you are too late, Mr. Hickman, I assume, these two are slaves belonging to Spellbook Slaves and will be used as company sex slaves for the foreseeable future, until sold on the open market. They have high to very high skill ratings in most important categories and have a high appearance grade, which makes them very valuable property. You are welcome to rent them at one hundred fifty an hour each as sex slaves, two hundred fifty an hour for the pair. Let me warn you, that if they are damaged in any permeant way, or snuffed you will be charged the full amount of their retail value, plus a penalty fee. That’s around four thousand dollars, each, before our penalty fee, which varies based on several factors. I need to enter their scores and grade into our system to get their exact value, however.
Can’t spike the daughters, hang the wife.
Oh, well, that sucks. Should have been faster at getting over here. I guess I should just snuff my wife. She’s worth one less share as the girls would bring as decorations, but four is better than nothing… HERBERT! Marie, I’m not missing out on a part of that twenty million. With our other girls being too young by a few months or more, that just leaves you. I’ve been thinking of selling you off for a while, and I can’t say I’m sorry about doing it this way. I’m pretty sure I can find a fresh mommy for the girls today. Nice young one, lots of those here today, seen a couple that look pretty good. If they don’t get converted or snuffed this afternoon, I’ll talk to their fathers about a marriage offer.
Marie hears this and turns to run. Vicky nails her with her Taser before she makes 5 steps.
I hate it when they run. And she’s the 3rd one today. Really getting tired of it. Would you like her snuffed by hanging, then? Ah, yeah. Hang her high.
I’ve got no problem with hanging your wife. She’s a B+ MILF at best. Not a lot of market for them right now. Might ask about the other daughters, if it runs in the family, I might want them after they are old enough.
So Mr. Hickman, about your other daughters, if they’re anything like their sisters, we’ll pay a premium for them once it’s legal to do so. Bring them by for a free evaluation, you can do that up to six months before they become convertible. I’ll keep that in mind. I might take you up on that sex slave rental thing. I’ve been having nasty thoughts about them for years, and their mother will not be around to stop me. They will be available starting tomorrow, assuming that their blood work comes back clean. Vicky, take these girls to the van now, please.
Evan? You remember my friend here, right? You mean the one that you had me document that she blew you, and that you blasted all over her face? Of course, I do Ed. Here for number act number three then?
And that’s three
Yeah, So, as I understand it, if a licensed slaver, or one of his employees, witnesses and documents a sex act, it doesn’t have to be recorded by the converter? Yep, as long as I get a couple of photos at critical moments. And, you know, see it from the start, so I know she’s OK with the sex. Not screaming “NO”, that sort of thing. While rape will not get in much legal trouble now, it still doesn’t count as conversion sex. OK, That’s cool. You can see she’s not saying no… I’m going to fuck her in the ass now… OK, got the shot, that’s three. Make sure that a Spellbook employee is around with a phone or camera if you decide to gather any more slaves for your harem. If we aren’t there for the start of it, it doesn’t count, and might get in trouble with either the law or the rules of the club. Most likely the club, I think sex in public isn’t indecent anymore, at least not on private property. Still got to run a blood test on her once you have finished. Just has a thought, you know that PPC conversions aren’t part of the trust fund, right? ‘Yeah, and I don’t even know if she meets those requirements any way. Never asked. Don’t care, I got my big payout for converting the girls, plus I don’t think I’m eligible for that. Oh. her ass is tight… If Kara was this tight or as willing to be ass fucked, I might have bought her back instead of selling her to Johan. God, I love fucking sluts up the old Hershey highway. Oh, yeah! Fuck my ass! What does he mean, “that’s three” Ed? It means you’re my slave bitch now. Oh, you could have just asked, you know, better being a slave bitch than a snuff bitch. But that’s OK, I like getting fucked in the ass… Didn’t know it counted as being a slave sex, but whatever, Oh yeah, fuck me harder, make me your slave bitch! Cum in my mouth when you are done with my ass! Let me lick my shit off your cock! I’m nothing but an ass slut whore anyway, OH yeah, deeper! Fuck my ass deeper! Make me your slave bitch, I’m a dirty little whore who needs, Oh yeah! to be made into a slave cunt! Fuck me, then throw me away when you’re done with me! I’m nothing but a dirty little ass whore! OH GOD, I’M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER! OK, doesn’t sound like this will be a non-permissive conversion. Do you want to sell her or keep her? She is at least grade A, so she is worth around $1000.00, plus some more for being an ass freak. Well, freak in general it seems. There is a 300 dollar fee if you are keeping her. Oh… yeah… I think I’ll keep this one and her tight little whore ass. Oh, God, yeah… At least for a while, might snuff her when I get tired of her or her ass gets loose. Let me finish up in her fucking tight ass, then we can do the paperwork after she licks me clean. After you get her name, I don’t want to know it. It’s “Ass Slut” now, any way… Oh, yeah, fucking your ass, fucking it hard! Take it, you fucking cunt bitch!
Several minutes of less and less coherent screams, sex noises, and ass slaps happen, until Ed and what's her name collapse in a sweaty pile.
OK, if you’re done, let me get a blood draw.
Mr. West, I’m Johnathan Bruce, I’d like to have you kill my wife Veronica. She’s one of Mr. Cook’s daughters, and I’d like part of that trust fund. OK, fill out this form on my tablet and point her out to me. How do you want her killed? Hanging is pretty popular today. Do you have any daughters you want to sell or kill today? We’re paying a premium for teens today, and of course, they are looking for teens to decorate the area with. That’s five hundred above and beyond the two and half shares. No, I would rather not do anything to my daughters today. I mean, I’ve got 3 days to think about it anyway, even if I don’t get the extra money from the club. I don’t want a hanging, that seems so mundane today. What’s that thing where she’s put in a chair, strapped to it, then a cord is tightened around her neck? Sounds like a garrote. We’ve got a chair, but I’ll have to send someone back to the shop to get it. Ian! Go back to the shop and get the garrote chair. Bring back the wire, the cord and the leather strap, give us some options. Well, since it’s going to be awhile, I’ll go stand with her until the time comes.
Time passes
OK, boss man, I’ve got it. Where do you want to put it?
Veronica Bruce, 1st garrote victim of the day
Oh, just over by the podium. Let’s go get Veronica Bruce and choke the shit out of her. Mr. Bruce? Is this Veronica? Yes, it is.
<ZAP>
OK, we will take her over to the chair and run a blood test, to make sure she’s not pregnant. Want to watch? Or maybe turn the crank yourself? Of course, I want to watch, young man, but no, I would rather not turn the crank myself. I want to watch the light go out of her eyes. OK, suit yourself. Fast or slow? Want me to wake her up first? Oh, yes, slow, and yes, certainly wake her up.
The blood test is run and Veronica isn't pregnant. Ian pops a smelling salt capsule under her nose, waking her up, he then goes behind the chair and gives the handle a quarter turn. Mr. Bruce is visibly excited. Ian continues to turn the handle slowly, tightening the leather strap around Veronica's neck.She moans and starts to thrash against her restraints after one turn of the handle. After a few more turns, her breathing becomes ragged. As the strap continues to tighten, her breathing stops altogether.
OK, that’s all the way down. She’s either dead now or will be in a few minutes. We will leave her there for ten minutes, then take her body over to the wolf feed pile. Thank you so very much, Ian, was it? You’re welcome, all in a day’s work. If it turns out you want to have your daughters snuffed, come by the shop with them. We offer the use of talented suck slaves while you watch.
Mr. West, I’m having a bit of a discipline issue that I think you can help me solve, oh, my name is Spencer Cleveland, should have started with that. Sure, what can I do for you, Mr. Cleveland? Well, I’ve got 12 daughters, and they are acting out today. Not being respectful of the occasion or any of that. So, you want to sell them off as slaves, then? Oh, no. Just snuff one. That should put the fear of God into the rest. OK, how do you want her snuffed? Hanging will be fine. You know that putting them on a spike is actually worth money, vs hanging, which has a fee. Well, that doesn’t really matter, these girls are from my 1st wife, so they don’t count for any of Emmett’s descendants thing. And I’m not pissed enough at the 6 from his daughter to snuff them, and Tonya gives far too good head to snuff her, I don’t care how much they are offering.
Odd. Willing to snuff a daughter to put the fear of God into the rest, but not influenced by money enough to snuff his wife and 6 daughters who do qualify for trust fund shares.
Random question, Mr. Cleveland, are you from Eastlake? Oh, no, I’m from out of state. Texas, actually.
Ah, that explains it.
OK, point out the daughter you want hung, and we’ll get right on that. There is a $400 fee if she’s not already a slave. No, she’s not, and I’ll do better than point her out.
“Amanda, come here for a moment” Yes, father. You remember when I told all of you that if you didn’t straighten up, I was going to snuff one of you? Yes… Well, it’s you. I’m having you hung by these people.
Hearing that, Amanda turns to run. Ian pulls his Taser from its holster, but fumbles and drops it. With a snarl, he lunges after Amanda and tackles her.
Damn it. Go grass stains on my pants now. And these are my 2nd best pair. Damn it. At least it wasn’t me this time. Oh, do be quiet, Vicky. Remember, you are still a slave, even if Mr. West doesn’t treat you like one. Yes, Master Ian. Don’t get smart.
Amanda, snuffed to scare her sisters straight.
OK, hang the little bitch now. Do you want her hands tied or anything? Oh, no, let her try to get out of the noose. Her being helpless should drive the point home nicely “Girls, all of you come here.I warned you that I was on the end of my patience with all of you. Amanda is paying the price for that now. And she might not be the only one that gets killed if I don’t see some attitude improvement starting, like right now.” Mr. Cleveland, there is the matter of the fee. Of course, I assume you take plastic. Well, let’s take a quick blood test here, on the offhand chance she’s pregnant. Nope, not pregnant, and the database says you have conversion rights on her. Ian, string her up. On it boss.
The young blond is hauled off to one of the many impromptu gallows poles that ring the picknick pavilion and hosted off the ground. As expected, she grabs the noose and tries to loosen its hold on her throat. And also, as expected, this had no effect. After a few fruitless minutes clawing at that noose, she drops her arms and hangs loose.
I think she’s dead now, boss. Leave her hanging for a while. In fifteen minutes, toss her on the wolf feed pile.
My old friend Jerome walks up. Asks a couple of weird question about drugs and slaves. His basic question was if someone that can convert a girl is not on drugs, but the girls are, is it legal. I assure him that is 100% legal.
Then he drops the bomb. “There will be a big subdivision party next week, and I want to roast the oldest girls.” Seems that his three oldest daughters are doing drugs. I suspect they are just getting high, but I don’t know. This puts me in a bit of a spot, I’ve known Tracy, Gwen, and Joan their whole life. Hell, at one time I was “Uncle Mike” to them.
Three for the spit
Jerome must have seen the question on my face. “Here is a pic I took of them at a family beach day last week with some of their friends. I think after you see it, you will not consider them to be the little girls you think you know.” My phone dings, and sure enough there are the three girls. Yeah, I can do them. “OK, let’s figure out the fees and taxes, and how do you want them done”?“Well, I think I want Tracy, she’s the oldest and tallest live spit roasted, do Gwen as an oven roast and just part out Joan.” What about Dianne? “My wife? I think I’ll keep her for a while, at least. Besides, this was her idea. She went to one of her club meetings and had roasted girl and has been wanting to do it again for months. Depending on how this goes, I may end up being a regular girl meat customer.” “OK, point them out to me.” They are over there by the pool. Uncle Mike! We haven’t seen you in years!
Goat fourteen. Should have read the contract better.
Well, well, well. Patricia Jensen. Or at least you used to be Ms. Jensen, now you are experimental hairless goat number fourteen. How does it feel to be nothing but a training animal? And for many of the same kids you used to teach English to. You thought you were too smart to get caught up, but you didn’t closely read the contract at the gym. They changed to the conversion on default contract type of contract last year. They added an attendance clause to the contract, where you have to visit a certain number of days per month. After missing a whole month, you defaulted and were converted to a slave. Then the school bought you, at pretty much the request of the entire of the faculty. Know why? It’s your tits, even if some of their appearance appears to be from the push-up bras you used to wear. The men wanted to see them and the women, for the most part, they envied them. Some women, of course, wanted to see them. I don’t judge. After they were put on display for a week, in the teacher’s lounge, there came the issue of what to do with you. The school board said that we can’t make a faculty sex slave out of you. It appears that there is still some opposition to school-sex slaves, so you were sent to the livestock program. The kids got one look at your tits, and it was for certain that you would at least start as a hairless goat. If you don’t produce, it’s long pig status for you. You’re too old to be a pony or pet girl. It’s too soon to start sexually abusing you, but that is going to happen. Pamela, she’s your rancher, has said that she intends to see if having regular sex, of all types, will affect your milk yield or not. And by regular she means four to six times a day. If you have never been fucked in the ass by a ten-inch strap on worn by an active teen, well, get ready for it. That’s what she said she was going to start with, after you have been milked for a week, to get a baseline. You, of course, will be put on the hormones for 2 weeks to start you lactating. Pamela is full on butch, and she’s really looking forward to fucking you in your ass. You’ll be her first adult “partner”, so do try to be good, for the welfare of those that follow you. Don’t want her to think that a MILF isn’t worth ass fucking. For the blow job part of the experiment, which will be next, your partners for that will be a mix of the two boys in the class, me, and most of the hetero male staff and faculty of the school. Maybe Pamela’s strap on, she hasn’t decided on that yet. Subsequently, it’s back to the strap on for what will pass for normal sex. Like I said, she’s butch. So you have at least six weeks before you need to worry about going to the meat side. She might just sell you as a sex slave, we do have the option of doing that up to four livestock slaves a semester, and we’ve only sold one, Janice Allison, for that. Oddly, her sisters went straight to the long pig program. I’ve got some money that says that Mrs. Allison got some strange for Janice, but that’s not my business. Mr. Allison started to just sell her, which means he might have suspected, but changed his mind and sold all of them, not just her. Any rate, even if you are a crappy fuck, well, there are a few teachers who want to tit fuck you, so it’s likely that if we put you up for sale, there will be some buyers. Of course, if Pamela does decide to see how far she can get her strap on down your throat, and you can take all ten inches, that will help in being a sex slave. There has been some talk about making some videos of your abuse. There appears to be a market for human livestock sex videos. That might keep you out of the meat side for a while longer, but if you aren’t producing, well, it’s meat for you. Well, it was fun talking to you. Have a lovely day!
Hairless Goat Twelve
So, goat number twelve, I’ve got good news and bad news for you. Your production is way down. I mean less than a pint a day. Your rancher, Valerie, isn’t pleased with your yield. She recommended that you just be slaughtered and put in a meat smoker, and have your BBQed ass sold as a fundraiser so she can get one of the general class goats and see if she can increase its yield. We asked your ex-husband if he wanted you back, and his exact words were “Fuck no. I’ve got three new sex slaves now that do way more, and a lot better, than she ever did.” Didn’t even want you back at a large discount. He said something about selling your daughters for next semester. I’ve seen them and they will make great pony girls. Well, the youngest will just be a long pig, she doesn’t have the looks for being a pony girl. Any rate, we have space for all eight. The pony girls, they will have several years before they get put down, maybe even a decade or two, depending on their master or mistress. The long pig, on the other hand, will not live out the year. Just though I’d let you know what your ex thinks about you and his step-daughters, well, daughters in general, he said that he’s most definitely selling off the twins once they are old enough. It’s far too early to tell about the triplets, they might turn out OK and go on to be productive members of society, potentially even mistresses.
I’m going to keep you around for another week or so, perhaps longer, depending on how good of head you give. And not just to me, but to all the students in the human livestock class. Yeah, not just the two boys in the class but even the girls. If you don’t lick cunt, learn like your life depended on it, which it does. At the end of every week, I’ll take a poll. If more than 50% of the class says, “She’s meat now,” you get moved over to the meat ranch side of the program, where some lucky girl will try to make you into a prime slave. Now, there are two kinds of prime. There is the normal prime, which means you are just too hot for words, which you by no means meet and are very unlikely ever to. Then there is meat prime, which means you have high-quality meat, regardless of what you look like, which you are fairly close to as it is. Of course, it’s possible that you might start producing enough to keep you as a goat, but Josephine already has you on pretty close to max hormones now any way. Then, after a semester of work, you will be sold for meat. Or you can just not give head, and we will jump straight to slaughter and BBQ of you instead.
So what about that blow job? Ah, yes, you might make it after all, well, maybe, you’re not as good as most of the teen cat girls, so you might not make it more than a week because that’s who you will be compared to. Seems that teens don’t really appreciate MILF types’ oral sex like they should, and it’s just going to be me and the class, no older men, to skew the results. Now, let’s see how deep you can take my cock.
