This blog is based on a universe where in 2000 the US, followed by most of the world, allowed the enslavement of females. Very much not work safe. Also very much misogynist and more than a touch psychopathic. You have been warned.
The phone rings. It’s too damn early for phone calls.
“Spellbook Slaves, collections desk. How may I help you?”
My name is Mitchell Rivers and I work at Spellbook Slave’s Collections desk. I’m also the only one that works on the desk right now. Mr. West has just started doing conversion debt collections, and is waiting to see whether it pays out or not. Spellbook Slaves does not do normal debt collections where we take your money or maybe your car. If I get called on a collection notice, I’m leaving with your wife, one or more of your daughters, or just all the women in your family, depending on your contract. People should read their loan applications better. Or their utility bills, or anything else that requires you to make monthly payments. Most of them include a clause now that puts your women folk at risk if you default or even have a late payment. Defaulting on a contract isn’t a good idea in 2025. Any way, back to this damn call. Sounds like a prank call, what with it being what sounds like a teen or sorority girl, and giggles in the background.
So, do you collect girls off to be slaves and stuff?
Yeah, if someone is late on their bills or like that.
Well, what if, like, some girl wants to be, ah, converted? Like, you know, into a sex slave?
Ok, now I’m sure it’s a prank call. I’m bored, let’s see how this goes.
Well, yeah, I can take voluntary conversion, sometimes happens on a pickup. Why would you like to be converted?
Yeah, all four of us do…
I hear giggles in the background.
OK, let’s see how much of slave law, as done in Oklahoma, these girls know. I’m betting not enough to keep them out of trouble. This might fun after all.
Ok, then I want you to say your name, then say “I would like to be a slave”. Can you do that for me?
I hear giggles in the background. I turn on the record function on the phone.
My name is Felice Edwards and I would like to be a slave
Well, got one at least. Then there is a different voice.
My name is Kirby Beck and I would like to be a slave.
That’s two
Celia Vargas and I would like to be a slave.
Three
Suzanne Holland and I would like to be a slave.
And four. Then the phone goes dead. No big deal, this is the 21st century and phone calls tell more than they should, particularly if registered to a woman. I typed in all four names (took a while to get the spelling right on some, thankfully the search by name feature has an AI “helper”) into the state slave commission website and found that they are all, in fact, legal for conversion. And, of course, they are students at Eastlake University. Doesn’t say what sorority, but I’d bet Delta Delta Delta, given their general lack of clue. I’m glad that the state doesn’t keep as much information on men as it does on women, it’s unsettling how much they do keep on them. I make a few entries and upload the recording I just made, changing their status to provisionally converted, awaiting urine test. Doing a reverse on the caller ID, I find that it is a smartphone registered to a Felice Edwards. Gotcha bitch. I go to a website that only PI and registered debt collectors can sign up for and find the billing address of that account. It’s in the Southside, of course. That just cost Mr. West fifty bucks, but I’m betting that it will pay off with four young slaves, and he will not be pissed.
I decided that I’ll handle this pick up, instead of passing it on to the regular pickup teams, given they called me, not the main number. Plus I’ve seen the daily work orders, and I don’t have anything to do today, unless we get a call in, which is unlikely do to the time of the month. I would be swamped if it was the first week, but it’s not, so I’m idling at the desk. So I forward the desk phone to my mobile, just in case I do get a legit call, upload the recording to my smartphone, then gather my slaving kit and go out to the white panel van. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. At least I think Mr. West works that way, he seems pretty laid back.
After dealing with the semi-nightmare that south side traffic is during morning rush hour, I arrived at the address I got.
After ringing the door, it’s opened by a cute brunette with white girl dreadlocks.
Felice? I’m Mitchell with Spellbook Slaves’ collections department…
Wow, you came out, I’m Felice, glad to meet you… Hey girls, the slaver dude came out…
From the back I heard, Is he cute? Felice looks at me and says Sort of, in that older working guy way. Well, invite him in…
I come in once invited and follow Felice back to the den.
Four classist bitches
Sorry that you had to come out for nothing, but we will get naked for you, and you can look at us if you would like… That will do for a start. Well, it’s all you are getting… You’re cute, but not cute enough for anything else. You look like you are one of my stepdad’s friends. It would be icky to do anything more frisky. Right girls? Oh, yeah, looks far too much like one of daddy’s workers. Has the working-class look to him. Not putting out. Yeah, I don’t fuck workers. Or even give them head. A girl has got to have standards, you know. I don’t even do scholarship boys at school. You got to have money, or you don’t get the honey. Yeah, but if they do have money, well, you give out lots of honey, like you were a queen bee or something. Even to some girls. Well, yeah, but never often enough for that slave thing. I spread it around. And yeah, I like girls occasionally. Nice change of pace. Don’t tell me you don’t visit some sister’s room at the house from time to time.
I wait as they strip down, keeping my face neutral, not showing how pissed I am at them. One grade A+ maybe A prime, two grades A and one B+, possibly A- if I were to make a guess. Have to wait and see what the machine says. Good haul for free. Mr. West should like this. The one possibly A prime, Felice, has tattoos, so she’s safe from Issac’s monthly harvest, but the others must might make it. Given their general classist attitude, I’m going to recommend that to Mr. West. Going to recommend Felice be sold to a brothel with a “full use” option.
It doesn’t matter whether you would fuck me or not. You have all verbally indicated to a licensed slaver, that would be me, that you all wish to be converted to a person of limited rights, which was duly recorded and registered with the Oklahoma slave registry. At this time, you all are now provisionally a person of limited rights, pending verification of your status regarding pregnancy or drug use via a urinalysis. I am allowed to use any level of force, up to and including lethal force, to take your conversion.
They looked a bit shocked. I pull out my multi shot Taser.
Don’t me use this Taser, or my real gun. Actually, yeah, make me use it. Make my day, bitches.
Of course, an X3 only has 3 shots, but I think I can take one of them if it comes to that. Mr. West hasn’t given me one of the Taser 10 guns yet. I understand they are expensive, and the darts cost a lot more than the normal ones, and in theory I shouldn’t need 10 shots for the sort of pickup I do. I do carry a Smith and Wesson M&P 9, my “real gun” in case things go completely sidewise. I don’t understand why the regular pickup people don’t carry a piece. They do have 12 gauges, but those are loaded with bean bag rounds. Haven’t needed to do more than wave the M&P around so far, but I’m waiting for the day I get to blow away some resisting teen, or better yet, her mother. Assuming she wasn’t on the pickup list herself, don’t want to not get the target. Today might be the day. If I need to, I’ll shoot the B+ slut, she’s worth the least. With my left hand, I pull my phone out and play back their call.
Girls, you have done fucked up with the wrong working man. If you weren’t so classist, I might have taking this for a joke, had a laugh with you and left, but that’s not happening now. You’re coming with me.
“I’ll be out in a flash” I call out to the customer. “And I’ll do you later” I tell the slave.
“Sorry about that, had an issue with a slave that needed attention. How may I help you this fine morning?”
“My name is Nina Mason, and these are my daughters Ceili and Laura. I need to sell them off today. I’ve had it with them.”
“Mom, you don’t need to do this, really there are better ways, we can go to counseling as a family…”, Ceili says.
“Mother, please think about what you are doing, making us slaves isn’t something that you should do just because you are mad at us.”, Laura adds.
“Be quiet, you two, the grown-ups are talking. And I’ve had just about a much from you as I’m going to take. This last month has been more than I’m willing to take from you two”.
Laura Mason
Ceili is a big breasted brunette that I note has wet spots over her nipples. Laura is an even bigger breasted brunette. Big enough that I have a good idea that if Issac sees her, she will be one of his play-toys, even if her tits are real, not implants. He and Sheila have expanded their tastes in snuff slaves.
“Ah, Ms. Mason, I’m not sure if I can take Ceili, she looks to be lactating…”
“Why would that matter? I’m her mother and I want to sell her, should be straightforward enough. Or is there something I don’t know about the slave laws?”
“Mom, please I’m begging you, he even says he can’t take me” says Ceili.
“I didn’t say that, just you’re well, are leaking milk, which normally is a red flag on conversions because it normally means you are either pregnant or the mother of an infant child. Let me check what the state database says about you…”
“Mother, please don’t do this, I’ll pay for the counseling, just don’t do this”, Laura quietly pleads.
I dive into the state slaving board’s website, and go to the status search. Both are listed as a free woman, and don’t have a disqualifying flag set for either pregnant or mother of a minor child. Odd. While I can’t do anything about the possibility of a child that the state doesn’t have registered, which is highly unlikely in this day and age, I can check for pregnancy.
“OK, the state slave board says you are both convertible, but they might not know if you are pregnant, so can I have you ladies fill these cups with pee? I need it to check your status. Please use that restroom and go in one at a time.”
Ceili goes in first. A few moments later, she returns. With the pee sample. I watched her on the CCTV set up in the restroom, and yes, it was her pee, not a smuggled in sample of someone else. Of freaking course, we have a CCTV camera in the ladies room, need to make sure that pee samples are from the female that says they are. I would just have them pee in the front of the desk, but they are, at that point, free women, normally, and there are complaints about privacy. Like that matters. So we have a tiny hidden camera over the toilet and every one is happy. The women being tested think they have privacy, and we have a record of them giving a sample for evidence reasons.
I label the samples and pull out two “Slave-Or-Not” kits and dip them in the pee. All the tests come back as green, meaning they aren’t on drugs, which is only relevant for a volunteer, and neither of them is pregnant.
“OK, everything looks OK from here, but I can’t but help to notice that Ceili is, well, leaking. Is she really lactating?”
“Yes, she is. The doctor changed her birth control pills and she started up. And the little whinny bitch wants to buy all new bras because she’s gotten a bit bigger. Like I would spend money on her. I have other things to spend money on”.
The explains it.
“Well, as it happens, we have a couple of standing orders for slaves that are lactating, which are quite a bit higher than she would normally bring. The downside, if you take it one of them, is she will have a fairly short life as a Hucow.”
“Hucow? I don’t know what that means”?
“Human Cow, she will be hooked up to a milk machine twice or three times a day and milked. Once her production drops below a given level, they will sell her to a human butcher, who will, well, depending on what she looks like then, either live spit her or just snuff her and cut her up for parts. The second standing order offers less money, however, with that one she will be used as a wet nurse. Once a slave stops producing with them, they generally sell her to the open market, which tends to have a longer life span attached to it.”
“Talk to me about this dairy, what sort of conditions would she be kept in?”
Hucows waiting to be milked
I bring up the dairy’s website. “Much like this.” as I show her one of their images of the hucow herd.
“So literally like a cow.”
“More or less, not sure what they do when they aren’t being milked, but I suspect it’s being kept in a small cage or stall”
“Why is that 3rd cow wearing fishnets?”
I’m somewhat amused by the fact that Ms. Mason has already changed her view of hucows from “female humans” to “cattle”. This does not bode well for Ceili.
“Oh, they get fucked as part of the processing, I suspect that her, ah, fucker, wanted them on her”.
“So in addition to being treated like the animal she is, she gets rapped? Often, like daily?”
“Well, they are slaves, so it’s not raped in a legal context, but yeah, basically. I also understand that part of the herd is used as part of a fetish whorehouse, for those guys that like the idea of fucking a lactating women. Or like the idea of fucking a soon-to-be snuffed woman, or for that matter, a cow.”
“So she would be a whore and a cow. I like that. Talk to me about price. Did you say there was another option”?
“Well, if I sell her to the dairy, you would get about six grand and four and half grand if I sell her to the wet nurse company. Either of those is quite a bit more than she would normally bring, assuming she doesn’t have any other skills that are in demand right now.”
“Mom, I’ve got skills, have then check my school records plus I’ve got some medical training… Please don’t do this to me.” Ceili is near tears pleading with her mother.
“Medical training, like being an EMT or LPN?” I ask.
“EMT” says Ceili.
“EMT Sir, I told you to have respect to men.” snaps Ms Mason.
“Yes, mother, EMT Training Sir”.
I check the skill database. EMT training adds about a grand to her price.
“Well, that brings would bring her non hucow price up to about a two grand and half.”
“If I sell her to the dairy, how long would she live?”
“Depends on how long she stays wet. I understand they put them on a menu that includes some special hormones to keep the hucows producing, but off the top of my head I would put it at three years, tops”.
“So, if I sell her to the dairy, she dies in about 3 years, more or less, but if I sell her on the open market? How long would she live then”?
“Well, a slave is snuffed every 19 seconds, but that is countrywide. Being snuffed is the single largest cause of slave deaths, but still most don’t get snuffed right away.”
“Mom, please, no, don’t do this” Ceili begs.
Ms. Mason looks at Ceili. “Sell her to the dairy. I hope you dry up while you still have a good enough figure to be spit roasted. What about Laura?”
“I can offer you a grand and a half for her, assuming she doesn’t have any skills I need right now. I might warn you that I have a regular customer who likes to take large breasted women and torture them to death.”
“Oh, really? Can you let him know you have one available”?
“Our contract with him and his wife is that we notify him if any slaves come it that meet their criteria, and Laura does.”
“Thank you for that. So $7,500 for the pair, that’s more than I expected.”
“Can I have their ID, please? I need to scan them into the system so I can convert them to slave status.”
Ms. Mason produce their ID and hand them over.
“Mom, you don’t have to do this…” says Ceili
“Mother, please, don’t do this” says Laura
“Be quiet you two, I’m speaking to this man.”
“But you heard him, they are going to kill me as soon as I dry up”.
“Whatever, that can’t be soon enough.”
Laura just looked glum. “You want them to sell me to a man that tortures women to death? Why Mother, for the love of God, why?”
“You both should have listened last month when I said I was getting tired of your shit. I’ve had quite enough from you.”
After scanning the ID, and entering the data from the test kits, “OK this is your last chance, you can back out now if you want”, I say with my finger over the enter key.
“I want to do this. Can I push the button?”.
I hand her over the keyboard, where she pushes the enter key and a few seconds later her daughters’ status changes from “Free” to “Slave”.
“Do you want cash, a check or a preloaded debit card for them?”
“A card will be fine.”
I dink around with the machine and hand her a debit card with the $7,500 on it. “You will need to call the number on the back to activate the card, but thereafter, it’s as good as cash in most places.”
OK, girls, I’ve been researching Oklahoma slave culture and laws. I found out about something called “SINO” or “Slave In Name Only”. Seems that there is a yearly Oklahoma tax for registering a slave that way, but it does give the slave some protections as long as the tax is paid. I have registered you as SINO and paid the tax effective this morning. Next semester all of you are going back to school, and Ella, once you graduate from Tesla, I’ll send you Eastlake University, assuming that is what you want. All of you will be allowed to have friends, even boyfriends, but I have to meet them and approve of them. Obviously, none of you will be joining a sorority, there is just too much risk there. As far as living arrangements go, we are not all going to try to sleep in the same bed anymore, as much fun as that was, there really isn’t enough room on a queen-sized bed for 4 people. I’m exchanging my queen-sized bed for a king-sized, and buying a set of twins for the guest bedroom. One of you will take turns spending the night with me on a rotating basis. Only have big four person orgies as a special occasion, like when we introduce Ella to penetrating sex. You need to let me know when you want that, but don’t take too long, or I might just tie you spread eagles on the bed and have my way with you. Just kidding, more or less, but don’t take too long.
Morning at Spellbook Slaves
Thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, this is Thomas, how may I help you?
Yes, this is Isaac Barton, and I think I’ll need to talk to Mr. West directly about this. I want to buy all your goth slaves, but let them more or less keep their current position at your establishment.
Yeah, that sounds like a Mr. West problem, way over my pay grade. Let me get Mr. West on the phone for you.
Mr. West, Sheila and I were talking last night, and we came to the decision that we really like watching girls and women being tortured and murdered, not just unholy redheads, which is its own special thrill, has been for decades. What we like to propose is that we buy all your torture room slaves, the dark ladies, and have them move in with us. We would have 2 of them be on duty during each of your shifts for emergency killing, but the rest be ‘on call’ for more major, time-consuming torture and death sessions. We would provide the dark ladies with transportation to and from your establishment. The only thing we ask is 24/7 access to watch the torture and killing in your torture chamber, and that you call us in time to make it to your establishment to view the torture or killing. We are willing to pay a gratuity to the party wanting the activity if they will wait for us before they begin.
Four practice slaves for the goths.
We would also like to set up a monthly supply of slaves for the dark ladies to keep their skills up on, both torture and murder. Say four at a time, they don’t have to be grade A or sexually skilled, however both of those would be nice, but in general just teenage or under 25 and have no tattoos. Tattoos are a deal killer. You can have their bodies after we are done with them, for your meat shop. We would also like to get in touch with whoever designed your torture room to help us set up our basement as a torture chamber. Don’t need all the death machines, but do need the rest. We, of course, would pay you for his time and effort. And I’d like to change the unholy order to include any women with inflated breasts, not just redheads. Automatically add them to our account and text us that you have them, with a photo. We will let you know if we want to play with them. Once you have processed them, and we have said we want to play with her, have the on duty dark ladies put them in strappado while they await our arrival. If it will be more than four hours before we arrive, have the unholy taken out of strappado and given 50 lashes, then returned to strappado. every four hours until we do arrive. The only reason why we might not make it in short order, assuming normal business daytime hours, is because we are either out on the town, have pressing business or perhaps on a trip. We will notify you if we are going out of town for more than a day, as that well effect the shift hours of the dark ladies, as we would be taking Faith along with us.
Let me get this straight. You want to take over room and board for six of my slave workers, one of which you have already bought, yet I get to keep them to work here for free? You want to hire Alex as a consultant for setting up a torture chamber at your house? Plus you want a standing order of four, teen or early 20s, slaves a month where we get their meat once you have snuffed them? All you want is to watch the use of the torture room? You are also expanding your ‘unholy’ list to all fake — breasted bimbos, not just redheads?
Yes, that’s it. We are retired and have a fairly large amount in our retirement fund and would like to spend it on having fun, we don’t have any heirs to pass it on to, and you can’t take it with you, so we are spending it on girls. Our investments and rental properties cover our extravagant lifestyle, so the fund is all ‘mad money’ Of course, our idea of fun isn’t really something that normal people would do. Of course, it’s more common than it used to be, it’s just more expensive to be a serial killer than it was before, now that you can just buy a victim. There is no need for any of us to return to our hobbies and habits of the 20th century
Did he just say they were serial killers before the turn of the century? Sure sounded like it. He did say that he’s been killing unholy women for decades. Not my problem, don’t even know if there is a cold case with redheads with implants going missing in Oklahoma, or for that matter in the whole country. Issac is a good reliable repeat business client. He was spending about 78 thousand a year on unholy redheads. Now that he is expanding the list of what is unholy I suspect he will be spending more. Down side is that we are gonna be missing out on the fake tits sex slave market, but they are paying about seven hundred fifty above market price for slaves with fake tits, so it really doesn’t matter, plus, of course, the video and streaming media money. Of course once word gets out that slaves with larger fake tits don’t get resold and tend to have snuff videos made of them, that might effect the number of bimbos sold to us. Worry about that later.
Well, I’m not seeing a downside here. Come on in and pick them up. Do you want the first month of slaves today, and do you want me to bill it to your account? Your total amount on your account would be 25500, including Faith and the three unholy redheads. I’ll cut you a deal and say twenty-five thousand even.
Capital! Put in on our account, and yes, I think we need the practice sluts today. At least one redhead, even if she’s not unholy, if possible.
I’ll need to tell Alex to get another group of suck slaves for the torture room, looks like that goth girls are gonna be to busy to do that any more. I’ll have him get grade A, with high oral skill ratings this time around.
Later that morning, Spellbook Slaves.
May I help you, Mistress?
Mistress Charlene Cook
Yes, you may. My name is Charlene Cook. This is Dawn, I inherited her from my granddad. Technically, her last name is also Cook also. Actually, I’m not sure about that, she’s a slave now, so she has whatever name her owner gives her. Doesn’t really matter, her name later this week is main course. But I’m getting off-topic here, she was my granddad’s 4th and final wife. I don’t like her. Actually, it’s closer to hate. She was a real bitch to me ever when I visited granddad. She seemed to think that because she had out lived his previous trophy wives, by some years, without being converted and sold off, she was better than most other women and that she had granddad wrapped around her little finger. She really didn’t hide her scorn for me or my job. I am a mistress, even if I’m not working as one right now full-time. Insurance adjuster might not be the best or most sexy job in the world, but it’s an honest, needed by society job, which is more than she ever had. And I’m on the fast track to management. She, on the other hand, was a dancer at one of those free women topless clubs, which is where she met granddad. They got married, after a few months, right after he sold wife number three. He converted Dawn secretly at some time late in his life. He told me he was proud of me for making something of myself and getting a mistress license, the only one in the family to do so. He offered to send Dawn to class for it, but she laughed at him and said no, she already knew how to treat slaves. I suspect that’s when he decided to make her a slave. Anyway, I want her put under torture for the next three days then delivered to Southern Hills Country Club at noon on a spit ready to be roasted.
Ah, Southside rich people, never change. Your weird family relationships account for 75% of our business. This is gonna be almost 2 grand for next to no capital outlay.
You do understand that torture really doesn’t affect the taste of the slave meat, don’t you?
Dawn Cook, 4th wife of Granddad Cook, soon to be called “Main Course”
Yes, I know that, I just want her to spend her last days in pain, knowing that her beloved husband wanted this for her. I don’t have space for a live-in slave right now, no matter how fun it would be to torture her, so snuffing her seems like the best idea. I’d do it myself, but we are having granddad’s wake in three days, and I’d like her to be part of the meal, ideally the main course. I just don’t have the equipment you need to properly cook and serve up a meat slave. I am not sure if having her butchered is what granddad would have wanted, but he knew my living situation when he willed her to me, so I suspect he knew that she was not long for this world.
OK, what sort of torture would you like for her?
Dawn in strappado
Well, strappado in a full Shibari harness, to include a crotch rope and ball gag, when she’s not being actively tortured. Actively torture her every two hours for two hours. For active torture, I want fifty lashes of hard flogging, with a bull whip, then being pulled on the rack. Hot wax dripped on to her tits, belly and cunt, while she’s on the rack. After the wax cools, scrap it off and start anew. After thirty minutes on the rack, remove her and give her fifty lashes again, then return her to the rack and repeat the cycle until the two hours are up. For one thirty-minute period on the rack, shove a cattle prod up her cunt. When she’s in strappado do some breast and nipple piercing with heated steel skewers. A few brands on her ass while she’s in strappado. Maybe some piercing of her thighs and upper arms if they can do it without massive blood loss. I don’t care if you dislocate her shoulders or hips while she’s on the rack. Of course, sleep, and food deprivation goes without saying. Limited water, just enough to keep her alive. The biggest thing is she lives, in extreme pain, until she goes on the spit and ideally the fire.
We can clean her out so that she doesn’t have to be gutted, which dramatically increases a sow’s chance of surviving being spitted. It’s rather unpleasant in its own right, if not quite torture. A course of strong laxatives for 3 days that would clean out an elephant and three times a day for three days hot water, soap suds enemas will flush even the dirtiest slut clean, with an ice water hose off when she soils herself. We don’t need to worry about kidney damage, she’ not going to live long enough for that to matter. Southern Hill’s Country Club has a couple of Hill’s Meat’s special spitting machines that have an 85% survival rate for a full spit. Southern Hills rents to qualified users with training certificates. We have two people on staff with those certificates. We could spit her on one of those, and that almost insures that she lives long enough to go on the fire alive.
I did not know they had those. They didn’t have them last time I was at one of their slave roasts, they just had some old school Jessica 3000, but that was several years ago. I know they do have some live slave roasting brackets, but I want Dawn to be spitted like the pig she is. Rent one of those machines for her spitting instead of using your Jessica if you don’t mind.
Dawn, dear grandma, I know you always wanted me to call you that. Well now I am for the last time. Have a nice life. Well, not nice for you maybe, but you know what I mean. I’ll see you again as you get spitted.
This girl knows what she wants and it’s a bit scary. I suspect she’s gonna rise up in the ranks at her insurance company fairly fast. I wouldn’t want to be a slave worker in her office once she gets put in charge of discipline, Or for that matter a free worker when she gains the right of invoking contract conversions. I’d offer her a job, but other than being a sadist and a mistress, she really doesn’t have a skill set we need right now.
Three days torture is 1500, and we have a 300 dollar snuff fee, so that’s eighteen hundred, cash, debit, or credit card. That doesn’t include rental of the machine, but that’s between you and the country club. For some members, several uses of it are included in their yearly fees; otherwise, it’s by the hour and I don’t really know what they charge for that.
Thirty minutes later, Spellbook Slaves
Floor Model Only, Not For Sale.
Hello! What can we do for you, miss?
My name is Samantha Lancaster, and I’ve got a weird idea, that I’d like to do. Can I act as a display model without being a slave? I mean as a job? Being considered nothing more than an object is my deepest fantasy.
Then why don’t just volunteer? With your looks, assuming even half decent sex scores, you would be a sex slave within the week. Sooner than that, as you would be one here until you are sold.
I also know that slaves that look like me are often tortured and killed for the sick amusement of people, normally men. That’s why I want a job as an object. I tried being a living mannequin at Macy’s, but it wasn’t satisfying enough. They were looking at the clothes I was wearing, not me. I want people to look at me like I was an object.
Let me ask the boss.
Mr. West, we’ve got a prime blonde that wants a job, not being a slave, but a job, being a display model for us. She’s pretty emphatic she wants to be objectified, but also doesn’t want to take the risk of being a slave.
Send her in.
Let me see if I understand you right. You want to be a display model, as a job, but not be a slave. You want to be totally objectified. I can do that, I’ll have a contact written for you, my lawyer slave can write damn near any contract and do it quickly. But let me warn you, your contract is going to specify that if enough money is offered for you, you will be converted and sold.
How much is enough?
Let’s say five thousand, that will be in the contract. At that price, it’s almost a guarantee you are being bought as arm candy, not as a pain or snuff slut, but I can’t guarantee that. There are some wealthy people that would like to see women that looks like you slowly put to death in a great deal of pain. Just warning you about what you are asking for.
What about pay and work schedule? I want as close to the slave experience as I can get without really being a slave, but I would rather not work 24/7 or for free.
Well, how about fifteen hours a day, six days a week, starting at seven in the morning, minimum wage, Tuesdays off, that’s our slowest day anyway. With those hours, you get about 650 per week, before taxes. You may be put in bondage as part of being a demo. That will be in the contract. Also in the contract will be that for one hundred dollars, you will give a customer a hand job and let them cum on your face. For three hundred dollars you give a blow job, doing deep throat if that is what the customer wants, and they either cum in your mouth or on your face. You will swallow. You will also, for three hundred, go down on any woman who wants you. You will continue until the customer cums or tires of you. We will have open negotiations about other types of sex or light torture. You will not be tortured in a way that will leave with any visible after effects. You will get half of any money made by performing any sex act. You sleep in the worker slaves’ room. When you are not in the demo cage, you are available for sex to any member of staff or work slaves. That should give you close to the slave experience, but not really risking your life.
I can live with that. In fact, that’s more than I imaged could happen. It’s precisely what I want. When can I start? I’ve already resigned from my day job, sold most of my clothes and stuff. I told my landlady that I was moving out, and she’s already rented out my room.
What would you have done if I said no about this job? And what if it didn’t come with room and board?
I don’t know. Live in a shelter for a while, maybe work as a dancer at Free Tits, or one of the other free women strip clubs. But that doesn’t matter, you gave me my dream job. So, can I start today?
Sure, I’ll send the details to Harleigh and have her draw up the legal document.
Great! Let me change into a see through teddy then put me in the demo cage, I’ll take your word for it that you won’t sell me until we get that contract signed.
You have my word. Should get that contract out to you by early evening.
I should have told her that if someone pays five grand for a slave the slave is either being taken as a wife substitute or is being bought by a media company to use as an attractive pain and snuff victim. If Ashlyn from The Torture Channel found out about her, she would get bought up in a heartbeat and made into a season long pain show. Which reminds me, need to make sure that Justin never finds out she is actually purchasable as a slave. If he does Ashlyn will be down here the very next day waving money around. If Hill’s saw her they would try to bargain her price down, but they might just get her at five grand to use at one of their advertisement public spit roasts. Well, Samantha, I really hope this is what you really want, because there is no way this ends well for you. The contract will not have an end date and with drawing from the contract is cause for conversion. Hope she just signs it with out really reading it. Your best option is being a bought and paid for trophy wife for some new money asshole from Southside.
Early Afternoon Spellbook Slaves.
Hello! My name is Alex, what can I do for you?
Sonia Cook, Ed’s youngest daughter.
My name is Ed Cook, and I’ve got sort of a problem that you can fix for me. My father just passed away and part of his will was that I convert the girls over the age of consent in my family, and to convert the others as they come of age, to get most of my inheritance. So want to convert them all. Sonia here, I want to convert and have tortured for three days, then delivered to Southern Hill’s Country Club to be a spit roast at my father’s wake.
Ah, that rings a bell, let me check something from the morning shift. That’s what I, thought. Do you know that there is already a slave being tortured and planned to be spit roasted at that wake all ready? His fourth wife, according to this. Turned in by a Mistress Charlene Cook. A relative of yours?
Yes, she’s my eldest daughter. Charlene must have decided to torture and snuff Dawn. Not surprised, there was a lot a bad blood between them. Dad knew that and decided to get revenge for some reason on Dawn. If he hadn’t been ill for the last 6 months, I suspect he would have just sold Dawn off. She had just about reached her shelf life.
Does having your, well, in theory, stepmother being tortured and planned to being a spit roast at your father’s wake change your plan for Sonia?
No, not at all. Torture Sonia the same way as Charlene is having done to Dawn, she has that mistress license and knows what to do for good torture. I’d be a lost beyond just whipping her. There will be a bunch of people at the wake, and Dawn will not be enough meat. Not sure that even two will be enough. Any way, the rest of the girls are at this address. Can you pick them up? They don’t know that they are being converted, they think I’m only converting Sonia.
We can do that for you.
The senior Mr. Cook is going to have one hell of a wake. Based on what I’ve seen so far, need to have a major presence at the wake if we can. If the rest of the family is like these two, there will be some spontaneous conversion taking place there.
Ed Cook’s Home Southside Eastlake
Ed Cook’s Family
Hello, I’m Evan, and we’re from Spellbook Slaves, and we’ve got a capture order for Etta, Lydia, Arlene, Patty, Annie, Tammy, Cassandra, Katherine, and Kristina Cook. Ed Cook converted them today and wants them brought to the shop and possibly sold to us, assuming that they pass the convertible status test, which in this case means not pregnant.
Ed would never do that! There must be a mistake, he was only going to convert one girl, make her a roast for his dad’s wake. He couldn’t have decided to convert all of them.
I’m afraid he did. Something about his father’s will. Here’s the documentation. Don’t make us use force. By Oklahoma law we can use any force less than lethal on any person preventing a slave capture, so unless you want to be tasered and your house trashed, you better tell me where we can find them.
Please put up a fight. I want to do some violence today. Haven’t done that in weeks, maybe months.
No, you don’t need to use force. I was afraid this would happen. Ed was a bit weird after hearing his father’s will. The girls are all out back, skinning dipping in the pool. I still really don’t believe he’s doing this. I thought we agreed that Sonia would be the only one, I’m still in shock here.
Well, he did. We will just take custody of the slaves and be on our way. Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Cook.
Damn. Women are getting way to passive. I know it’s genetic now, but they seem more accepting of their fate as the years go by. Must be something in the water. If it keeps up like this I’ll not to even need to carry a taser, much less use one.
Etta, Lydia, Arlene, Patty, Annie, Tammy, Cassandra, Katherine, and Kristina Cook, I have a capture order for you. You have been converted to slave status and need to come with us. We are allowed to use any level of force to implement this capture. Please come with me or face the consequences.
I can’t believe dad converted us all! I thought he was just converting Sonia! This can’t be happening!
Well, it is. Now come on sluts, I haven’t got all day. If you don’t start moving, I’ll shoot a few of you to start. My orders, approved by your father, say that I can kill up to three of you. So, what’s it going to be. Go to the van or risk being one of the three getting shot. And if you aren’t shot, and you still don’t want to go, I’ve got enough tasers for all of you. One way or another, you, or your carcass, is going in the van. Your only prayer is that you are pregnant, which means you can’t be converted.
Please put up a fight. I’m gonna shoot the short one, the one with the head band, and the blonde. Come on, daddy want to do some murder on some sweet little teen meat. Come on it’s been months since I got to even taser a slut. I need to shoot some of you, I really need it,
Ok, no need to get violent about it, we’ll come along quietly.
Damn it.
Kara Cook, Ed’s wife
Mom! Why are you naked! Do you know what these men are doing here?
Yes, I do and if your father wants to sell all of you off, he doesn’t get to keep me. My name is Kara Cook and I want to volunteer to be a slave along with my daughters.
Well, damn, I didn’t bring a volunteer test kit with me, I should have, so we can’t tell whether you’re on drugs or not. We’ll test you at the shop when we test your daughters for being pregnant. Get in the van with the slaves. We should have room, might be a bit tight, it’s only rated for 9 in the back seats. Of course, I can make it easier if I just shoot one of them, that would mean you wouldn’t have to squeeze in, do you want me to do that? Which one? Make up your mind quickly, or I’ll just shoot the short one. She doesn’t look like she’s worth much alive anyway.
Put the gun down, Lydia can sit on my lap.
Have it your way. Just for the record, your daughters are roughly grade B, maybe B+, which means that they aren’t going to sell for much, but you are grade A MILF. That grade and class is in high demand right now, hope you like being a sex slave.
And there goes my last chance of committing violence of any sort on these sluts. Damn it.
Spellbook Slaves, 30 minutes later
Ok Boss man, got the 9 daughters and the mother decide to volunteer to be with her daughters.
Kara! Why did you do that?
Well, Edward, if you are taking all the girls, you don’t need me either. Buy yourself a bed mate with your blood money. They tell me that I’m probably going to be made in to as a sex slave, so how does that feel? How does it feel to know that your darling wife will be doing nothing but getting fucked and sucking dick?
Well, to be real honest, Kara, I’m fine with that. I was thinking of selling you anyway, just after the wake, so this works out OK, just the timing was off. So, Mr. West, what can I get for the whole package?
Well, because Kara volunteered, you don’t get anything from her, but I can offer seven fifty each for your daughters. I’ll make you a deal and take all nine for seven thousand, that’s two fifty more than normal.
Well, I wish I had known that Kara was going to volunteer, so I could have sold her as well, but I’ll take the seven grand. Actually, I would have just given them to you, converting them gives me my three million from Dad’s estate. He didn’t mention Kara, but did list the girls, by name, as needing to be converted before I got the money. Yeah, I guess it is blood money like Kara said, but it’s a lot of money. I can always get a new wife and start over.
Yeap, Southside family. Money is much more important than family. I wonder what they did before the law changed? Birth rates were still spiking like they are now, and there still was a strong female to male birth ratio, in favor of girls.
Fifteen minutes later at Spellbook Slaves
Ed! What are you doing here?
Well, Johen, I sold off the family because of Dad’s will. Are you here to do the same thing? Want to warn you, sell Mackenzie as well, even if she’s not listed in the will. I didn’t sell Kara, but she volunteered anyway, so I didn’t get anything. I have been told there a good market for sex slave MILF types. Mackenzie should qualify for that. I got 750 each for the girls. You should get at least that, maybe more, I’ve always thought your daughters were hot.
That’s almost too much information, Ed. But while we are sharing secrets, I’ve always wanted to fuck Kara in the ass. Might have a chance at that now! Just kidding, but really I do want to anally plunder her.
It’s 150 an hour for renting a sex slave, just putting that out there. And, yeah, Kara is going in the sex slave room until she gets sold or snuffed. Average turn around time on sex slaves is about a week, so make up your mind fairly soon.
Or I could just buy her. Is that OK with you, Ed?
Why should I care? I was going to sell her off soon any way, and she volunteered for this. Just in case it matters, she hates taking it up the butt. I’ve needed to get her almost black out drunk to get her to agree.
Oh, better and better. Real anal plunder, just like a pirate! So, how much is she selling for?
Well, a grade A MILF normally goes for thirty-five hundred, but I’ll give you a family discount and knock two fifty off that.
OK, I’ll buy her. What can I legally do to her after I buy her? I mean, can she say no or anything?
Dude. You’re from the Southside, where selling off family members is practically a spectator sport. Your father owned slaves. It’s been 24 years now, there is non stop media about slaves. The even get snuffed on national TV. Even broadcast TV has some torture shows. Granted their mild torture and they keep a bathing suit on for the whole thing, but still… Why don’t you know there are effectively no limits on what you can do to a slave?
Anything your twisted little mind can come up with. She literally has less protection than a family pet. You can be charged with animal cruelty for hurting your dog or cat, but those laws, explicitly, do not apply to slaves. The only thing you really can’t do is use her to commit crimes. If you do, it’s like you did it, so you would be the one arrested. Normally, when that happens to the slave, depending on the crime, she is either sold off or killed. A lot of that depends on how the judge feels about it and if it’s a felony or not.
Any way, the reason I came here, before I was distracted by Kara’s ass, is that I need to sell my daughters, like Ed suspected. They are all in Eastlake University right now at some function being held by their sorority Delta-Delta-Delta.
Johen, then you better sign the papers converting them fast, tri-delta parties have a tendency to result in mass conversions. If your request for conversion is time date stamped before theirs, it takes priority.
OK, where do I sign?
Yeepers, damn sure need to make sure we have a strong presence at the wake. If the extended family is like the close family there is gonna be many conversions to be had. I think I’ll attend in person
Spellbook Slaves, I know. I recognize the van. Why are you here? We haven’t called for a slaver for this party yet. I am not sure why you are here, to be honest. Granted we’re all getting topless, which can lead to random acts of sex, which might lead to a conversion or two, but nothing big was planned tonight.
No, We’re here for, let me check the list, some of these names are hard to say. Anyway looks like Sybyll, Bethsabe, Florence, Sara, Patience, Amphillis, Myrna, and Sara Cook. Their father converted them and this is a capture. I’m sure you know the drill, don’t interfere with the capture, or you might get tasered or worse. Actually don’t help, we haven’t trashed a chapter house in a few years, that might be fun. So, are you going to help or do we get to have some fun?
You’re not trashing the house tonight! Most of the girls are all out by the pool. Those that aren’t are practicing for the chapter suck off next week. I don’t think any of the Cook girls are doing that. They aren’t on the list of contestants. Hmm. Might make the contest so the losers of it gets converted. I’ll give you a call if the officers decide that should happen. Let me called the Cook girls together for you. Follow me gentlemen.
Oh, we’re not gentle, at least not on the clock anyway.
Damn it. Another chance at violence thwarted by female passivity. Of course from what I hear, just being in this sorority is like being a volunteer as it is.
Cook girls! All of you! I need you to gather. These men are from Spellbook Slaves, and they are here to take you in. Your daddy sold you. Please go quietly, I don’t want them roughing up the whole chapter like what happened last year. Ended up losing most of the pledge class to charges of preventing a capture. The rest of you girls, help these gentlemen get the Cook girls in the van and secured. Be nice to them, they most likely will be taking you in later. If you want to be converted tonight, just get in the van with the Cooks, I’m sure that they will take you.
If it matters, this is just getting you getting converted a month early, you don’t have to wait for next month’s all Greek party. You all are on the list of sisters to be converted. Of course, so is about half the sorority, now we need to add eight more to the list. Seems that the Kappa Alpha Order wants several tri deltas sooner rather than later. So it looks like you’re not going to be frat boy slaves. Or on the menu at one of their feasts. I am not sure if that’s a good thing or not, depends on who buys you. Have a good life and good luck with your new masters.
We got all eight of the Cook girls, but it was weird. Damnedest thing ever. The whole sorority helped us capture them. They didn’t put up anything like a fight and went quietly to the van. A couple of the other girls almost volunteered, but they chickened out at the last minute.
Yeah, tri-delta girls know that they are slave bait. There is a theory about them that if they join tri-delta so they are “forced” into slavery, so they are not being a slut and volunteering. Something like 80% of their members end up converted, which is high, even for a rich girl sorority in Eastlake. They have a mass conversion every other month or so.
Yeah, the girl in charge said something about an all Greek party next month. From what I understood, about half the chapter is being converted. Are we doing that conversion?
Don’t know, didn’t know about it, but yeah, we are EU’s slavers of choice.
So an all Greek party where a lot of the tri-deltas are going to be converted. That normally means that more than a few of the girls from the other sororities will be be converted as well. Plus frat boys doing PPC conversions. Something we really can’t afford to miss.
In the slave processing area.
So, Mr. Cook, I mean Johen, you want to sell your wife off as well as your daughters?
Yeah, Johen, sell Mackenzie so I can buy her and have her deep throat me. I seem to recall you bragging about her throat skills.
That is officially too much information. So, are we swapping wives now?
Looks that way. I think I’ll buy her as soon as they capture and process her, assuming you’re selling her. Come on, you’re getting Kara, let me have Mackenzie, it’s a fair trade.
I’ll give Ed the same family deal.
Yeah, OK. She would freak out if I brought Kara home any way. She’s at home now. Go and get her.
Wonder if Sam is going to sell his daughters or not?
And miss out on three million? Not bloody likely. Please remember, Irene was mentioned by name as well in dad’s will.
Well, yeah, Sam’s only got 5 daughters. And dad hated Irene.
Oh, I can tell you why dad hated Irene, she wouldn’t blow him when he asked. Didn’t understand that his son’s wives were also for him. I know that Mackenzie did at least a few times. Maybe every time we visited him, or he came by our house.
Yeah, Kara did him as well. Did we have sluts for wives, or was dad just a perv?
Why not both?
Wonder what my boy Carl is doing with the three slaves he inherited? He didn’t look all that happy when he saw them. I see his point though, those tits would scare plenty of men
Oh, I can tell you that. He traded them for some faux twinks who weren’t dumber than a post. He was treating them almost like girlfriends. Because we are the slaver of record for them, we got an update on their status, they were given protected status this morning. But the bimbos were tortured to death, and he was cool with that, just didn’t want to do it himself. Want to see their snuff video’s raw footage? The edited version will be for sale next week, we can let you have a sneak peek if you’d like. However, are you sure Carl isn’t gay? He was adamant about his new slaves being flat chested, “like a boy”.
Reasonably sure. My son had numerous girlfriends in school and no boyfriends. Actually, apart from his gaming group, he didn’t have many male friends at all, I think the only clubs he went to were straight teen hang out clubs. If he went to a gay club he didn’t use his card, I would have seen it on the statements. Of course, the girl he lost his virginity to was very flat chested, so he may have a type now. Funny, he’s the only male in the whole of his generation. No wonder dad gave him something, I’m just surprised it was just slaves, not some money. It’s funny, Johen I will treasure the look on Dawn’s face when she found out that not only was she a slave, she was being given to Charlene. Charlene is having Dawn tortured and served as a spit roast at dad’s wake, just like I’m doing with Sonia.
Yep, Southside family. Wife swapping in the 21st century. Wonder how long it will be before one of the “wives” get snuffed? The important question is will they pay to have it done here by trained professionals or just do an ad-hoc at home thing. Given the amount of money they seem to have, they might even have it done at home by a visiting team of pros. While that pays more, the down side is no snuff video to sell later.
Johen Cook’s house, 30 minutes later
Mackenzie Cook
Hello, I’m Evan, and I’m from Spellbook Slaves. Are you Mackenzie Cook?
Yes, I am.
Please come with me then, I have a capture order for you.
I figured this might happen. I know Johen is selling all the girls because of his father’s will, and I thought he might get me as well and make a clean sweep of it. So, do I need to strip now or not?
Well, either you strip or we strip you. To be honest, I would rather you not, so I can get all violent on you. So far, your family has been very cooperative, and I haven’t even needed to taser anyone.
No need for that. Now what happens to me?
Well, normally you would go in the sex slave holding room and kept as a working sex slave until you are sold or snuffed, but you’ve been already sold to your brother-in-law Ed. Your ex-husband bought Ed’s wife, Kara, just so he can fuck her in the ass. Ed wants you to deep throat him. Seems they are doing a wife swap in a way that the two of can’t object to.
Well, I’m getting the better end of that deal. I like to deep throat. Kara hates in the ass. If Ed wants I’ll take it in the ass.
You will do exactly what he asks of you. Disobedient slaves are treated very harshly here in Eastlake. The city even provides a torture service for those that can’t do it themselves for one reason or another and can’t afford to have it professionally done. Training for students in the high school torturer certification and mistress license classes.
Come on, please be ever a little bit disobedient right now, I need desperately to do some violence on a slave today. With so many mass pick up, I’m getting figurative blue balls. We’ve picked up more slaves today than we normally get in a week. And they have all been nice girls, calmly getting in the van.
Yes, of course. I just haven’t fully wrapped my head around Ed being my master, not just my brother-in-law. So, take me to my new master, no reason in putting it off any longer.
Spellbook Slaves Main Office, about an hour after the Cook Brothers left.
Hello! Welcome to Spellbook Slaves. Are you Sam Cook?
Yeah. I’m Sam Cook, how did you know?
Your brothers Ed and Johen left about an hour ago, after selling off their daughters and swapping wives. They said you might be by.
Well, yeah, I want to sell of all five of my daughters and Irene, my wife. It’s a condition of dad’s will. I really don’t want to sell Irene, but dad listed her by name. He seemed to have an issue with her.
Your brothers seem to think it’s because Irene didn’t blow him when he asked. Their wives did and your father though it was his right.
And that’s all the males in Granddad Cook’s immediate family, plus the one granddaughter he seemed to like. I’m gonna need to have a slave sell here pretty soon to ease up on the over crowding we are gonna have once all of these girls get processed and put in holding rooms. He had to have had some adult daughters, with 3 sons, he should have twenty or thirty, unless he’s on of those rare people that the virus didn’t change. Wonder why we haven’t heard from any of them, or their husbands, if they have one, assuming they even exist.
Hey Sam, I’ve got a question for you. Do you have any sisters?
Yeah, 22, over 4 wives, I think. No, wait a minute, Dawn didn’t have any kids. There was a rumor that she was sterile. Either that or dad wasn’t fucking her the normal way, and I’m not seeing dad not do that.
What did your dad’s will say about your sisters?
Nothing. It’s like they don’t exist to him, nor his grand children by them. He must have between 200 and 300 grandkids now. All girls apart from Carl.
Sam Cook’s house 15 minutes later
Sam Cook’s Daughters.Irene Cook, Sam’s Wife
Hello, I’m Evan, and we’re from Spellbook Slaves. We have a capture notice for Jeanette, Carolyn, Kathy, Marion, Nicole, and Irene Cook. Are you going to come quietly, or do we have to use force?
Please say we have to use force, you’re our fifth pickup today and we haven’t gotten to even use a taser yet, much less trash a house.
No, we’ll come quietly, we knew that Sam couldn’t give up the money his father was willing him if he converted all of us.
Damn it. Just once I want a non permissive pick up. Haven’t had one of those in months.
I’m going to ask you a personal question here, but do you have breast implants?
Well, yes I do. Does it matter? I’ve seen lots of sex slaves with fake tits, shouldn’t be that big of a deal.
You are going to have short and unpleasant life because of them. We have a client couple that likes to torture to death redheads with fake tits. Pays quite a lot to watch our goth girls do their thing.
OH, no, you’re not taking me in for that! I thought I would just be a sex slave, no…<ZAP>
At last! got to taser one. Women in this town are getting way too submissive, and spoiling all my fun. Might be something in the water.
What are you going to do to us? Please don’t taser us like you did mom. All our tits are real! We’re not resisting, please just take us in, we’ll go peacefully, just don’t taser us. Tesla tasers all the girls in the junior class sex and health class so we know what it’s like and, I at least, don’t want to have it happen to me again.
Of course you don’t want to be tasered, it’s not a fun thing. And you just heard me tell your mother she was gonna be tortured to death and you still are being submissive about this?
Well, you all look like you would make good sex slaves, bring your sex skill certificates with you. If you score high enough, it would make for what is probably a better life for you. Sex slaves tend to do better than just run-of-the-mill worker and servant slaves. Damn sure, better than what your mother is going to have.
Yes, we were all tested, let me go get the papers. We all tested really high. I scored high enough that the tester tried to pressure me into being a volunteer.
Yeah, me too, I think we all did. Like I would volunteer to that grease ball.
Back at Spellbook Slaves
I got all six. The daughters all have the looks and skills to be good 2nd maybe even first rank sex slaves, even if their tits are a little small. They are all pale redheads, which, I think, is the number one bestseller for sex slaves this month. And get this, the wife is an unholy redhead. Not massive bimbo sized tits, but noticeably larger than life. Plus, she put up a fight! I got to taser her. Do you know how long it’s been since I did that?
Ten weeks, four days. And she wasn’t the pickup, just some woman in the house that was started by you. She actually had her lawyer call us about it. That’s why I know. Anyway, I better give Isaac a call then, and text him the unholy’s picture. That’s four in one week. They must be in hog heaven about this.
Well, the law says any level of force less than lethal, and the bitch was in the way of the capture.
Yes, Evan, I know that, both parts of the story. You should be glad that the husband had installed a video camera in the living room and there was video of the capture. If he hadn’t, it would have been he said she said and a court case, but you got lucky. That’s why you still have a job, Evan, now shut up and let me make this call.
Isaac, this is Mike West at Spellbook, I’ve got some good news for you, we just got an unholy redhead. She’s in the torture room waiting for you all now.
Yes, I got the text, and we are interested in her, however your timing is less than ideal. We couldn’t do another unholy this afternoon. we are still setting up living quarters for the dark ladies. Keep her overnight, we and Faith will be there in the morning around 10 or so, assuming that the furniture store delivers on time. Make sure you keep in strappado and flog her every four hours.
OK then, see you then. I’m sure the in shift girls will have fun with her until you and Faith get here. Heidi has been asking if she can practice on some grade C girls, since no one cares if they have some cuts and bruises. To be fair, before Irene came in, I was considering letting her do some torture on a grade C or two. Now I don’t have to.
What the actual fuck boss? 5 pick-ups, all from the same family? Plus the 3 we got yesterday? What is going on in Southside these days?
Well, as I understand it, “Granddad” Cook left a large amount of money to his sons if they converted their families. It’s weird, but it not really the weirdest thing to come out of Southside. Well, it might have been the weirdest thing to come out of Southside in the past 5 years.
It’s been a weird day. Increased our temporary slave stock by almost 50% at, to be honest, cut rate prices. And there still is the possibility of more at Mr. Cook’s wake.
Thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, this is Alex, how may I help you this afternoon?
My name is Carl Cook, and I’ve got a bit of a problem with some slaves I inherited. Seems that Granddad and I have widely differing taste in women. He left me three redheaded bimbos with fake tits, who maybe have a total IQ of 90. Or at least that’s the way they act. I’ve been told that they are trained sex toys, but I’m so put off by them that I can’t tell. I tried getting a blowjob in the dark from one, and while it was a great blowjob, her big fake tits kept rubbing up against me and that was a major turn-off. I’ve thought about just killing them, but that doesn’t really excite me. Not only that, but I’d like to trade them out, ideally for flat chested brunettes that aren’t brain-dead and can hold a conversation.
Sure, we can help you with that. Bring them in, and we will grade them, and we can see about a swap.
You understand, I want real flat chested. Almost like a boy.
We might be able to help you there.
Great! I’ll bring them down in about an hour.
Spellbook Slaves One Hour Later
Helen Bimbo #1Amanda Bimbo #2Penny Bimbo #3
I called a while ago about arranging a swap. These are the girls. Say hello girls.
<giggle>Hi, my name is Helen. And I’m Amanda And I’m Penny.
OK girls, put on these collars. Make sure they are tight.
<giggle> Are you our new master? Our old master liked to put collars on us when we went out with him.
Well, maybe that depends on whether Carl likes your replacement or not. Carl, you weren’t kidding about big fake tits. Did you happen to get their sex test certificates when you inherited them?
Yes, I do. I thought they might be important, here they are.
Oh, yes, those are good scores. Sex slave status for sure.
<giggle>See, I told you we’re just going to become sex slaves again
Wait a minute. Let me check something in our standing orders. Hmm. That what I thought. I know you said you didn’t want to kill them yourself, but would you mind if they were tortured to death? We have a standing request for any, and I quote, “Big bazookas” redheads, from a couple that likes to see them tortured to death. They are willing to pay a premium for them. Like three thousand each, which is way more than your requested replacements.
Oh, I don’t care if they get murdered in some horrible way, just it’s not a turn on for me. As I understand it, granddad used to kill off his slaves every couple years, so it’s not like they weren’t on borrowed time as it was. His 4th wife, Dawn, wanted them killed, not passed on to me. Then she found out she had been converted and was considered part of the property that was to be inherited, so what she wanted didn’t matter to anyone. She went to my oldest sister, Charlene. Granddad was proud of Charlene getting one of those mistress things. Dad got the summer house, the boat, and cars. The rest of the girls in the family, explicitly, got nothing and in fact requested that they be converted. Dad is thinking about this. He has decided that he’s converting at least one of the younger girls and spit roasting her for the wake. Charlene is leaning towards roasting Dawn instead of one of her sisters. I suspect that they are gonna decided on doing both. The only reason these sluts aren’t spit bound is because of their fake tits.
NO!!! Please just keep us! Don’t let us be tortured to death! We can wear a binder when you fuck our face! Don’t trade us! Please…<ZAP>
All three girls collapse to the ground holding their necks and twitching.
And that is why I had you put on slave collars. That was a level 6 shock. It goes to 10. Well, 11, but 11 kills.
Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve got some brunettes on hold for being faux twinks. Most of them have high cocksucking scores, and average to above average fucking in both holes. A couple of them just turned of age and weren’t tested before they were sold. I’m holding them sort of on spec because there is normally a good market for faux twinks, but it’s been a couple of weeks and none of the gay bars have called for replacement twinks.
Vicky goes to the holding room and select 3 flat brunettes and bring them up here.
Meet Judith, Ella, and Kelly. All of them were sold by their parents.
Judith has a twin sister. They were at university, but their scholarship ran out last semester and her family could only afford tuition for one, so they sold Judith to pay for Jenny’s tuition. She was sex tested as part of her high school senior health class. She got 84 in cocksucking, 78 in fucking and a remarkable 92 in anal.
Ella just turned of age and there were too many girls in her family, so they sold off three forth of them. As I understand it, she was an honor student. Took top place in her class at intro to oral sex, so she should be pretty good even if she’s not graded. We believe that she is a virgin vaginally, and we know she’s a virgin anally.
Kelly was sold for no obvious reason by her stepfather. Seems he saw our sign and made an impulse sale. The only thing he said was he wanted to make sure she wasn’t sold to a Yankee. She was in tri-delta at Eastlake University, so it’s likely she would be converted in the next year or so any way. She was sex graded because her boyfriend was part of a bet with his friends about which one had the best cocksucker as a girlfriend. She came in 2nd, but with an 89 score in cocksucking, a 75 in normal fucking and 70 in anal.
Oh, they are perfect. Just what I had in mind. They all seem to be intelligent. While sex is good, it’s not the only thing in a relationship. And yeah, I know that we aren’t technically in a relationship, I’d like to think of them as girlfriends that can’t break up with me.
So, let me call the Barton’s and see if these they want your set of bimbos. While you’re waiting, would you like a blowjob? Kelly has the highest score at it, but you can have any or all of them if you like. Normally, it is 150 per hour with a sex slave, but I’ll waive the fee if you will wait for the Barton’s. That may be an hour or so for them to get here, depending on what they are doing and traffic from the south side.
Isaac? This Alex at Spellbook Slaves. How is Sheila doing? Good, that’s good. The reason I called is to ask you’re you still interested in what you call unholy redheads? Oh, you are. Well, we have 3 that just came in, I thought that you and Sheila might like them. OK, see you when you get here.
Well, you’re in luck, Carl, maybe anyway, they are at least willing to come see them. Just in case it matters, the market price for a twink is about eighteen hundred to two thousand. If they want your bimbo slaves, you will get the trade plus thirty-six hundred. If they don’t, it will be a flat swap. Sex slaves with massive tits are doing well right now, so the wholesale price is around two thousand.
About one hour later
Alex! Good to see you again. Are these the unholy redheads you were telling me about? How did you get three at once like them? They will do very well, we will take all three and have a wonderful afternoon.
Well, Carl here inherited them, and they don’t fit his taste in women, so he’s swapping them out for ones that do interest him. They are highly rated as sex slaves, but I know that doesn’t matter to you and Sheila, you just want to see them snuffed.
No, not snuffed, tortured to death. Snuff sounds so quick and more or less painless. We don’t want it to be quick, we want it to be slow and horrible. Is Faith still one of the dark ladies? If so, we’d like to have her do the killing for us.
Well, yes she.
NO! Please don’t kill us! Please! We are good, sex slaves, we could make both of you delighted! Please, Master Carl, don’t <ZAP>
Ah, slave collars. They are the best things ever for a slaver.
You don’t learn, do you? I’m almost tempted to snuff one of you to prove the point, but Isaac and Sheila have a much better afternoon planned for you, I’m sure.
Anyway, before I was interrupted, I was telling you that Faith is, in fact, still working for us. Would you like to buy her?
Oh, no, she is much better being a torturer here.
Darling, why don’t we buy her and let them keep her to be a torturer? That way, we don’t have to worry about someone buying our favorite play toy. Please remember that the Watson’s are converting all of their daughters next week for their anniversary. They said they might want to have a couple of them tortured as a welcome to slavery thing. And they are spit roasting the twins. I want to see Faith have a good afternoon with them. Of course, with nine, plus the twins, it’s going to be all the dark ladies having fun, not just Faith.
Ok, we can do that. Alex looks we are buying Faith after all, but she gets to keep her job. Gag the unholy, I would rather not hear them again. There is nothing that they can say that matters.
OK, We get Faith’s retail price and get to keep her for the torture room. Can’t beat that sorta deal. It’s too bad that Faith is the only one they want.
Ok, let me finish up with Carl and you can take them to the room for fun and games. Carl, do you want the difference in cash or a preloaded debit card?
A card will be just fine. I’m surprised that this didn’t end up costing me something. I know you buy for wholesale, and sell retail, so I didn’t even think I would break even, much less make a profit on the deal.
Well, come on girls, time to go home. I hope you can play Trivial Pursuit, I’ve been wanting to play for a while, and the bimbos weren’t any fun to play with. I think the only reason they got an answer right was accidentally. Also have you ever played a role playing game? My group is looking for new members and I hope you can play with us. Of course, you ARE going to play with us, but it better if you are into it, not just doing it because you were ordered to. Like I said, I want to treat you like girlfriends with benefits.
The Torture Room.
Faith, a Torture Room Goth
The Bartons, the unholy trio and Faith arrive at the torture room. The slaves are trying to talk through their ball gags.
OK, Faith, start by putting Amanda and Penny in strappado and put Helen on the Saint Andrews cross.
Yes, master.
Oh, don’t call me master, Isaac will do just fine, You’re not really a slave anymore, you’re our helper. I’ll look into what we can do about your living situation. See if we can get into one of the slave apartments.
Helen, I’m glad to tell you that you are going to have an excellent afternoon. Well good for us, you might think it’s a bad day, but I don’t really care. If you wanted to be taken seriously and not just be a torture toy, you shouldn’t have gotten those unholy implants. Now, Faith starts by pushing a long skewer through those unholy boobs. Make sure you pierce the implants. Then do it from the top as well. Then a diagonal from both sides.
Do you want me to remove her gag so you can hear her screaming?
No, I don’t think so, but call in one of your friends, I think I want my cock sucked while you do your magic.
Jasmine, a Goth Cock Sucker
Yes, of course Isaac. Do you remember Jasmine? I’ll get a call for her.
Faith begins to push the skewers though Helen’s tits. Helen thrashes and jerks.
You think it hurts now, what until I start twisting them, slut.
Now take one of those hot coals with the tongs and push it into her right nipple.
Faith takes a coals is taken from the brazier with long tongs and press it into Helen’s right nipple. Helen trashes and screams loud enough that makes it pass the ball gag. The smell of burning meat fills the room.
Ah, yeah, like that. Now the other one.
Faith repeats the process with a fresh coal on Helen’s left nipple. Helen rolls her head back and tries to howl.
Is the iron dildo hot? If it is, stuff it up her so-called sex toy cunt.
Yes, mistress.
Heidi, a Torture Room Goth
Call me Sheila. You and I are going to have such fun together. Why don’t you call for Heidi for me? I think that was her name. I want her talented tongue on my pussy.
Faith used the intercom to call for Heidi, then picks up one of the red hot iron dildo, stoops down so she can reach Helen’s neither lips and shoves it in. A stronger smell of burning meat wafts through the room. Helen pants and jerks.
OK, Faith, now take one of those coals and put it between her ass cheeks right next to her shithole.
Faith gets another coal, moves behind the cross and pushes the coal in to Helen’s ass crack.
Now cut her nose and lips around the ball gag. Take a skewer and pierce her cheeks.
Faith gets one of the scalpel off the tool self and approaches Helen, who is thrashing her head about to stop Faith. Faith grabs Helen by the neck and stops her from thrashing. She then cuts a triangle shaped piece out of both nostrils and a hole in Helen’s septum, then traces a cut around Helen’s lips. She releases Helen neck.
Now cut her eyelids off.
Wish you had told me that before I let go of her head, Isaac.
Sorry
Faith sighs and grabs Helen by the back of her head.
Kytte, a Torture Room Goth
Issac, I need to call for another girl to help hold them still and then move them around. Is that OK?
Of course, dear, more dark ladies are always OK.
Kytte comes into the room and grabs Helen’s head. Faith takes a skewer and pushes it through Helen’s cheeks. She very carefully pulls Helen’s left upper eyelid out and cuts it off, repeating this on Helen’s right eye. She then pulls out Helen’s left lower eyelid and cuts it off, followed by her right.
Brand her belly. I think they have our symbol.
Faith searches the branding irons.
Is this yours?
Yes.
Faith pushes the iron directly into Helen’s navel
Now brand both thighs.
Faith pushes the brand hard into Helen’s left thigh, leaves it there a moment, then repeats on the right. After that she returns it to the fire.
Let’s be gentle on her for a minute. Pull all her finger and toenails out.
Faith goes to the tool shelf and selects a set of long nosed pliers.
Kytte, hold her left hand.
Kytte grabs Helen’s left hand. Faith shoves the nose of the pliers under Helen’s thumbnail, then yanks it out. This is repeated on the remain fingernails. The pair then moves on to Helen’s right hand, and pulls the nails out of it. Stooping down they repeat on both feet.
After you finish pulling her nails out, take Penny and put her on the Jessica 3000.
You understand you can’t roast her because of her fake tits, Sheila
Oh, yes I know that, we’re just slowly impaling her with the electricity turned on
So the 30-minute setting with the electroshock? Just to let you know, we haven’t had a slut survive to being impaled all the way through on the slow setting with the electroshock. We are still working on getting the amperage right on it.
Oh, that’s ok. Leave her ball gag in, but loosen up the strap so when the spit gets there, it will push it out of the way.
After you get Penny on the Jessica and have started it up, take the long wire saw and wrap it around Helen, cut her in half. I know she’s not going to live through that, but it’ll fun.
Before you do that, pull her teeth out.
Why don’t we leave that for Amanda
If you say so, dear.
So Sheila, about Amanda, after Faith finishes her dental work, do we want fast, sort slow, or very slow killing for her?
Oh, very slow.
OK, Faith, here is what to do. First turn on the Jessica with the electroshock turned on for Penny. Then wire saw Helen in half. Once she’s been bisected, put Amanda in the garrote chair, strap her head down, then pull all her teeth out. One at a time. Once you finish that, take the other red-hot iron dildo and drive it up her cunt, then very slowly tighten the garrote around her neck.
Now Jasmine, take me all the way down. Stay down until you think you are going to pass out, then, and only then, come up for air. Unless you want to choke to death on my cock, I’m fine with that, but I suspect Mr. West would be upset with that and not let us back in to play with you anymore.
Heidi, you need to make me cum, three time ideally as each of the unholy die, but I won’t hold it against you if you can’t get the timing right.
OK Dark Ladies, you’ve got your orders, now start up!
The goth girls remove Penny from the strappado and man handle her over to the Jessica 3000, where she is strapped in, and the spit inserted in her cunt. Faith turns on the electroshock feature and starts the spit moving forward as slow as it can. Penny immediately begins to jerk and attempts to yell through her ball gag. Because it’s been loosened she’s louder than a normally ball gagged slave would be.
Faith gets the wire saw from the tool shelf then wraps it around Helen’s mid section. Helen is in shock and doesn’t respond to this. Faith takes one of the handles and Kytte takes the other, and they begin a sawing motion pulling it tighter as they go. It rapidly cuts into Helen’s belly, causing blood to pour out. Helen comes out of shock and begins to jerk about, ironically making the wire saw around her worse. After a few more moments it’s obvious that they are cutting into internal organs. More blood pour forth. Helen jerks once more then hangs still, her head rolled back.
I think she’s dead.
Keep going until she’s in two pieces.
Faith and Kytte continue to saw at Helen, soon hitting the spine. with a little more work they cut through the spine and Helen’s lower half false back bending at the knees.
Penny barely made it half way through the spitting. The electroshock setting may need to be adjusted for lower current. She was jerking along the spit as the current hit her. It was hard to tell if she was alive or the jerking was just muscle reaction to the electrical pulse. The spice solution that was injected into her breasts caused her implants to swell and explode. That may have been what killed her, also from blood loss.
After verifying that Penny was dead, Faith turned the speed up to max on the Jessica 3000, causing the spit to erupt from Penny’s mouth.
Faith and Kytte took Amanda out of the strappado and move her to the garrote chair, strapping her legs, body and head to it.
After doing this she got a much shorter set of pliers from the tool shelf and a dental gag. Faith places the gag in Amanda’s mouth and ratcheted it up to max wideness.
Want to face fuck her? She is primed for it.
No, I don’t think so. Jasmine is doing just wonderfully.
After insuring that the gag was in place, Faith grabbed a incisor with the pliers and pull hard, removing the tooth. Amanda screamed and attempted to close her mouth and yank her head around. Because of the dental gag and the tightness of the head straps this did little. Faith repeated this 27 more times, having a little trouble with the rear molars.
She doesn’t seem to have wisdom teeth, so I’m done.
Amanda passed out from the pain several times during her teeth extraction. She was brought back with smelling salts each time. Faith rammed the iron dildo up Amanda’s cunt and the smell of burning meat once again filled the room. Amanda lasted 5 minutes while the garrote was being tightened. It’s possible she drowned in her own blood from the teeth pulling before she was choked to death.
Heidi made Sheila cum twice, once when Helen died and once when Amanda choked to death.
Jasmine keep Isaac cock in her throat long enough after 10 or so deep throat cycles that she actually passed out and fell back. Seeing her fall back, apparently dead was enough to make Isaac blast cum over her face and tits. To Isaac secret dismay she recovered. The feeling of a slut passing out around his cock made Isaac decide that when they snuffed their next unholy redhead he would choke her to death on his cock, after they had pulled all her teeth.
The Bartons talked about buying all the “dark ladies” so they could watch them torture and snuff women and girls. They still haven’t decided about that.
