Slice of Life – White Slave Act of 2000

Form SB-12a – Classic

Spellbook Slaves, Afternoon Shift

This is a classic WSA2000 story from April 2011. Edited and expanded for current canon.

With no customers this afternoon, Vicky was manning the phone. I was relaxing and drinking some tea. We were playing spades in the back of the front office with a couple of the torture room goths, while Alex and another couple of the goths held down the front. In walks what appears to be your basic bank vice president looking dude. I guess a dude isn’t the right term to use in that context, let’s say a basic bank vice president looking gentleman. He opens his briefcase and extracts a fairly large amount of paper.

My name is Max Ricker and these are SB-12a forms. I’d like to file them with you so I can activate them as needed.

An SB-12a is a statement of Person of Personal Contact. Swearing one out gives the named person the right to convert you at his or her whim. It’s not revocable, it’s for life. It’s not a form that you see a lot of.

Vicky recovered first.
Yes, sir, we can file those for you, we have a $100 dollar filing fee per form, and we will give you a 24/7 phone number to activate them with.

All of this was news to me, and I’m the owner of the company. But then I’ve only seen four or five SB-12a forms in my twenty some odd of slaving, so we really don’t have a plan for them, much less a dozen of them.

Excellent, my young lady. Let’s see here we have Lynne Armitage, my secretary, Cora Lapp, my stenographer, Maxine Cummings, my receptionist, Margie Gunter, my mistress and Helen Ackerman, her room-mate. And then we have my stepdaughter’s sorority sisters, Christine Sierra, Brandy Madison, Jenny Greathouse, Marie Dallas, Jennifer Aguirre, Katie Berra and Alice Gaskill.

Vicky picked up the forms
That 12 correct, Mr. Ricker? That will be twelve hundred, cash, or charge. When you activate them, will they know they have been converted? And after conversion are they to be returned to you, or do you plan to sell them to us?

Max pulled 12 hundred dollar bills off his money clip and handed them to Vicky.

They know, in theory, that they might be converted, but as to the exact date and time, no, they will not know. And when I activate them, I am DONE with them. Please sell them as sex slaves, then donate their sale price to a charity, say one for cats, less your fee, of course. I’ve had them all sex skilled tested, and they score in the high 80s, so selling them as sex slaves shouldn’t be an issue. Even if not sold as a sex slave, they are not to be sold to be killed or tortured. I owe them that much. I believe you said something about a number I can call?

Vicky handed him her “personal” card that included her work smartphone number.
Call or text this number any time, and we will arrange pickup or capture within 2 hours, anywhere in the Eastlake metro area.

I had to ask.
How did you get a dozen women to sign a 12a? I’ve only seen 4 or 5 of those in almost 24 years of white slaving. How did you do it? Most women that are willing to be converted without proof of sexual contact just volunteer.

Max answered with
It’s simple, I want a male heir and my wife has passed menopause, so she’s not in the running. I don’t really want to keep buying slaves to attempt to get an heir with, so I started a game. My stepdaughter, Madison, asked to be in the game, but I have issues with having sex with her, even if her mother says it’s OK. The winner of the game, which is to say the mother of my heir, will be richly rewarded, to the tune of multiple millions. They know they don’t have much time to produce an heir, so I added this as the stick to the millions of carrots. Once I start on a girl, or set of girls, they have about 90 days to pass positive on a pregnancy test. A test will be done as soon as possible, to establish both gender and pedigree, so to speak, of the child.

It is a male, and mine, the game is over, and all remaining women will be converted, even if I haven’t has sex with them yet. If it’s female, or not mine, the mother will be removed from the game, but obviously not converted for having a female child. In the case of her cheating on me, you will note that there is a note on their forms in the special notes section that if they have a child who is not mine. They agree to give up the child, to me, and be converted as soon as it is medically possible. In the last case, I do want them back. I have some, darker, tastes I would like to try out. I’m currently working on Cora, and of course Margie. Expect a call on at least Cora within 2 weeks. I tire of her, both as a play toy and as an employee. In point of fact. Assuming she doesn’t become pregnant in the next 14 days, take her two weeks from today at the down town branch of Bank of Oklahoma. 5th floor. She will be in room 512, unless she is taking a dictation from me. In that case, please wait for me to finish.

What happens if you don’t get an heir with any of these women?

Well, Madison’s sorority, Chi Omega, has agreed to supply me with, not to be crude, brood mares, for at least the next 10 years. Plus, I’m sure that at least a couple of my workers would like to get in on this as well. I’ve thought about doing IVF, but I’m somewhat of a traditionalist, I want my heir to be the fruit of my loins, not someone created in a lab.

Lowery Family 6

Monday Afternoon, La Fortune park

Hello, thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you today?

My name is Nash Sawyer and I want to convert my wife and eldest daughter. Can you send someone out to La Fortune park in the next hour?

Yes, we can do that.

OK, can you have the driver text me when they are in the parking lot so I can meet them there and show them whom to capture? There are many people at this picnic.

We can do that. We are sending out a two-man team, so both of the possible slaves can be captured at close to the same time. After the possible slaves are picked up, they will be transported to our office. If you don’t arrive within 2 hours, they will be freed, and you will be banned from using our service for a year. We don’t like false captures. Just letting you know. There is also a fifty dollar fee for a non-permissive non-home capture, per captured slave.

That’s OK. About how long will it before they get here?

About fifteen minutes, but we need to allow for traffic congestion.

OK, and thank you.

Right on time, Nash got the text. He said he had to get something out of his car and went to the parking lot and greeted the team. He then guided them back to the picnic and pointed out his wife and daughter. The capture team approached the women and tasered them. This attracted a lot of attention from the other picnickers. The women seemed more upset than the men. Several of the men looked at their wife or daughter and thought, “Wish I thought of that” or something to that effect.

Lacey and Nicole Sawyer. A request has been made for your conversion, by a person believed to have the right to request your conversion. You at this time will be transported to the office of Spellbook Slaves, where it will be established if you can be converted by the requester.

The two slavers picked them up and did a fireman’s carry back to the van. Nash followed along and got his car and followed them to Spellbook Slaves. When they had arrived, the two women had regained consciousness and were frog marched in to the office. Nash followed them in.

Welcome to Spellbook Slaves, you must be Mr. Sawyer and these two are the ones you want converted. May I see some ID for you and the ladies.

Here you go.

The ID for all the family was checked and run through the system. Assuming nether were pregnant, the women could be converted.

I’ll need both of you to supply a urine sample so we can determine whether you are pregnant or not. If you do not supply a sample voluntarily, a sample will be extracted by a catheter, Mr. Sawyer, there is the issue of the pickup fee.

Oh, here’s my card.

Thank you.

Both of the women went into the bathroom and peed in the cup.

OK, let me check these now. Looks like neither of you are pregnant, so you can be converted, Let me make a few entries on the state database now. OK, Mr. Sawyer, they are both slaves now. Congratulations on your new slaves. Just so you know, both of them are prime roasters, and we can offer eighteen hundred each if you want to sell them to us. Hill’s meat has a request for up to four in the next two weeks. Seems that spit roasting slaves is one of the popular things for company events again and there is a demand for them.

No, I don’t think I want to do that right now. Might if they get out of control later. Can I get a set of handcuffs for them? I don’t want them running away.

We can supply you with one—use zip ties. Do you want us to put them on?

Yes, please. Strip them first. Cut their clothes off them if need be. They aren’t going to need them anymore.

Need to call Dawson and find out where he got the slave supplies.

You son of a bitch, why are you doing this?

Well, because I want to. At least I’m not selling to be spit roasted today, even though it’s a lot of money. It’s possible that I may supply you as the roast for next year’s picnic, but that will mainly depend on how good at deep throat you get. Get good enough and you don’t roast. It’s that simple, and yes, I mean both of you. I’m not going fuck in your cunt or ass, Nicole, but I am going to skull fuck you. Lacey, you get the full treatment. You had better get excellent at fucking, ass fucking and deep throat. When school starts I’m gonna sent you Nicole to Dutch hall, I understand they know how to treat a slave there. Lacey, you are going to their adult sex skills classes.

The slaves were put in the family car and they drove home. They were kept restrained until the slave cages and the slave locks were installed the next day.

Monday evening Dawson’s drive back home

Dawson thinks, “Well, can’t wait to get home and really face fuck Tiffany. And if the house isn’t spotless, flog the shit out of Yvette. Might flog Tiffany any way. I’ve always wanted to flog a woman, but Caroline would never agree to that, and really didn’t feel like doing it to the girls. Of course, if I had, they might not be slaves now. Meh. Water under the bridge. I have some rope in the garage, I’ll tie the slave that I want to flog to the bed and use my new whip. Yeah, someone’s getting a taste of the whip tonight. Might whip Tiffany for being such a bad fuck.”

“So Tiffany, have you every been whipped or spanked. Just asking.”

“Yeah, a boyfriend a couple of years back spanked me occasionally. He wanted to get more serious and use something besides a ping pong paddle, but that’s when I broke up with him. I saw the whip you have in the bedroom, you’re going to whip me, aren’t you?”

Well, actually, I have been thinking about it. Punishment for being such a horrible fuck toy. Of course, if the house isn’t spotless, I’ll whip Yvette. But she’s had all day to clean, and it wasn’t that bad to start with, so I’m sure it will be done, so if I feel like whipping anybody tonight it will be you. Not really sure if I want to do that, but I might. Hey, that’s the bar the girls got sold to. Wonder how they are doing?

Why don’t you go in and check?

Well, for starters, it’s a private gay bar, and I’m neither a member nor gay. Tends to limit my ability to see them. However, I might just drop in and talk to the owner to see how they are doing as fuck toys. Hmm, might even ask if I can fuck one of them in the ass.

Do you want to fuck your daughter in the ass?

Not really, but it’s something to think about. Didn’t really want to spit roast Caroline before last week, but I did any way. So, yeah, I might visit them and see what I can do. All they do is tell me no. Yeah, I think I’ll do tomorrow. I’d do it on the way home, but I’ll have you in the car.

Strip me and handcuff me to the steering wheel. Plus lock a ball gag on my head.

You know that you will be naked any way. I’m not going to let you wear clothing unless the weather is freezing. And you know I’ll have to buy the handcuffs and ball gag first.

Do it during your lunch hour. George will make sure I don’t run away.

You really want me to do this, don’t you.

Yeah, if you get your rocks off in one of their asses, it’s a less chance that you’ll fuck me in the ass. The same boyfriend who spanked me fucked me in the ass a lot. I didn’t like it. He had a thing for asses. If he didn’t fuck me normally, I would have said he was gay. He might be bi, that’s always a possibility. And just for the record, I’m bi, so if you get a girlfriend, another fuck toy, or a new wife, I’d like the chance to lick your cum from her cunt.

Kinky. I’ll keep that in mind. Well, if I’m going to fuck some one of my slaves in the ass, I’m gonna start with Yvette. Based on what they told me at Spellbook, she’s never been ass fucked. Don’t expect it to great, but it’ll be like taking a cherry. Thereafter, we’ll see about how good of an ass fuck you are. I hope you’re better at that than you are at normal fucking. Of course, that wouldn’t take much work. You really are a bad fuck. Did you ever get tested?

No. Didn’t see a need to.

I’ll bet you would have scored in the 90s for oral, and below 30 for vaginal. No clue about anal, but sometime latter I’ll find out.

I can’t wait. Really find out if you can ass fuck your daughters and leave my ass alone.

Don’t get smart with me, or you will get whipped. Did you get that?

Yes, master.

I said, don’t get smart. I never told you to call me master. But now that I think about it, I think you should. And only speak when spoken to. Did you get that?

Yes, master. This slave will be silent unless she is asked to speak.

You’ve watched too many slave shows. But I like it. From now on, your name is slave one. Yvette will be slave two and will be under the same rules as you. Thanks for the idea. I’ve got a sex slave, such as you are, a cleaning slave. Need to get a torture slave. Which means I’ll need to get another cage. Glad I got the bunk option.

Lowery Home. Monday Night.

Yvette, listen to me. From now on, your name is Slave two. You will always refer to yourself in the third person or “This slave”. You may only speak when spoken to. You will call me master every time you speak to me. Do you understand?

Yes, master, this slave understands.

Hmm. Better get 2 ball gags. Think I’ll keep you in one except when you are eating. Of course, that means you only get two meals a day. Think I won’t feed slave one lunch, so both of you will be only eating two meals a day.

Tuesday Evening 501 meat packing company

You know, slave one, I’ve got a better idea than handcuffing you to the steering wheel. Think I’ll tie you spread eagle on the hood of the SUV with your tits tied really tight. What do you think of that?

This slave thinks that she should do whatever the master wants. This slave has no will of her own.

That’s a good reply. Well, here we are. Get out of the car and put yourself on the hood. I’ll get the rope out of the back and tie you down.

Well, here goes nothing.

My name is Jayson. I’m the owner, and I don’t recognize you. May I see your membership card?

I don’t have one. Can I get one?

Yes, it’s a hundred dollars per year. And I’ve got to ask you, are you gay? You don’t seem to look that way, but looks can be wrong.

No, I’m not gay.

Then I’ll have to ask you to leave.

Wait a minute. I sold my daughters too you last week.

I’m sorry, they aren’t used up yet, so they are not for sale.

You don’t understand. I don’t want them back, I want to ass fuck them.

Do you want to fuck your daughter in the ass? We might be able to make an exception for you. Cost you five hundred, however.

Oh, should tell you that I’ve got a sex slave spread eagle over the hood of my SUV. Might attract a little attention.

Yeah, it’s going to confuse the hell out of the night patrons. Next time, just bring her in. We’ll put her in the punishment room and some of the guys who really don’t like women will flog her while you fuck your daughters. So, which one do you want to fuck first. I assume you will be returning.

Mia, She’s the real reason they are both twinks.

She’s in booth two. Do you need a fluffier? Lorelei is on duty for that tonight.

Oh, yeah, I think I do.

We ask that during your first month you don’t choke or strangle a twink. When you are allowed to do so, you will be charged the full value of the twink if you go too far. That’s twenty-five hundreds. We also ask that you use lube during your first month. I’m also limiting you to your daughters. Just for the kink.

I can live with that, don’t really want to ass fuck anybody else. Well, my sex slave, of course. Also, I don’t think I want to snuff either of them now. Just spit roasted their mother. She was delicious. You should try long pig sometime.

Oh, I have. That’s the only reason we buy slaves that aren’t twinks. Once a quarter we get three or four, based on the number that have signed up, and have a roasting. Seems that the clientele like the sight of woman being slowly killed. Lorelei! Come here and take this gentleman to booth 2.

Yes, my lord.

Lorelei was completely naked. She came to the sound of Jayson’s voice with her head down. When she arrived, she looked up and saw me standing next to one of her master lords.

OH MY GOD. Dad! What are you doing here? Have you come to take us back? Please tell me that you are going to take us back. I promise that we will do whatever you say from now on.

No, I haven’t come here to take you back. What is going to happen is you will take me to booth 2, then suck my dick until it’s rock hard, then I’ll lube up and fuck Mia in the ass.

But you aren’t gay! Are you bi? How did you get in here?

We came to a special arrangement. He’s only allowed to use you two, none of the other twinks. Do you have a problem with that? I can get the cat-o-nine tails out if I need to.

No, my lord, I don’t have a problem with my father using me as a sex toy. That is my only role in life I have. I am nothing but a life support system for my holes.

You seemed to have broken them in fast. It’s been less than a week. If you don’t mind telling me, I’ve got a pair of slaves I’d like to break as well.

For the first three days they were here, they were used constantly. You would be surprised what being ass fucked for 3 days without breaks will do to a twink’s spirit.

That seems a little extreme, but I’ll keep it in mind. Have to get a bunch of friends and workmates to keep it up for 3 days. Might have to advertise on the web. So Lorelei take me to Mia, then get me hard so I can fuck her little teen ass.

Yes, my lord. I shall do as you ask.

She was crying when she said this. Having her hopes of rescue dashed before her eyes broke her spirit completely. She was now just a sex toy, with no hope of ever being anything but one, unless she was snuffed by a lord. When they arrived at booth 2, she sank to her knees.

My lord, may I have the pleasure of sucking cock until it is hard so that you may fuck Mia?

You may. Make me hard. With that, she took my cock into her mouth and began to give me an excellent blow job. Must have learned that working here. Lots of spit, attention to the head, then deep down her throat. She didn’t gag. I held her head down until she started to panic. I let her up, I wasn’t allowed to snuff her for a month. Got to think about that. Twenty-five hundred was a lot of money. She breathed a few times then went back down, her nose in my pubic hairs. Then she started boobing up and down. I pulled her head off and said, I think I’m hard enough. Lube me. She applied a thin coat of lube to my cock and I stepped up on to the platform for the booth. Mia was bent over with her head and arms strapped down, and her legs spread wide. I lined my cock up with Mia’s teen asshole, then shoved it in, not superfast, but not gently either. I pumped a few times, marveling at the feel of it. I was going to have to ass fuck all my slaves more. Of course, I hadn’t ass fuck them at all, so more might not be the right word. I picked up the pace and started doing long strokes in to her ass. Went balls deep. After doing that for a few moments, I leaned over her. “Mia, guess who this is?”

OH God, it’s you daddy. Please take me home, …

I pulled back and thrust in again. “No, but I will be back to fuck your little ass again. Once my probationary period is over, I might even snuff you. While deep in your ass. I’ll bet it would twitch like crazy as you died. The only thing keeping me from doing that is how much it would cost. If you live long enough to be used up, I’ll buy you just to snuff you. Just like I did your mother. I watched a spit go through her, and then she was placed over a flame pit where she died. One of the last things she saw was me fucking my new sex slave. She’s already been replaced. Do you like that little ass whore? It’s too bad you are so skinny, or I’d have you spit as well.” I started rapidly thrusting in to her ass, I could feel that I was about to cum. After a few moments, I blasted into her ass. Pulled out and could see cum leaking from her asshole.

Lorelei had been behind me while I ass fucked her sister. She was still on her knees.

My lord, may I clean your cock with my worthless mouth?

With that, she took my still a slightly hard cock in to her mouth and licked it. Not like a blow job, she was cleaning the cum from my cock. There was very little shit on it, but I suspect she would have licked that off as well.

Do you wish for me to clean her worthless ass of your seed?

Yes, I think I do.

She climbed up on to the platform and started to lick Mia’s ass, so that all the visible cum was removed.

Next time, I hope the roles are reversed. I’d like to see which one of you is better at both cocksucking and being ass fucked.

Both of them said, in unison, “Yes, my lord, we shall await your return.”

I went up to the bar and spoke with Jayson. “That was great. You can count on me to return. Can I call to see which one is on fluffier duty? I’d like to switch it up next time”

Going outside, there is a small crowed standing around looking at Tiffany, “Can’t be from somebody in the bar, she’s not even close to being a twink. Better ask Jayson what’s going on.”

I come up and start to untie Tiffany. One of the guys in leather looks at me, looks at the door to the club I just came out of. “What is a gay dude doing with a slash?”

“Oh. I’m not gay. I was just in there to fuck my daughters. I’ll be back in a few days. Jayson and I reached an understanding.”

Once we were back in the car, “Bad news, slave one. I really like ass fucking. I’m going to be doing that a lot. Not just the girls, but you and slave two as well. Of course, I’m still gonna skull fuck you and normal fuck, training you to get better, but ass fucking is in the mix now. Now I know you want to talk, so I’m going to ball gag you now. I’ll take it out for breakfast.”

Lowery Family five

Saturday afternoon: George’s Car Lot.

“Well she’s got 30 minutes to show, if she doesn’t we will need to make a decision as whether or not to pay the five hundred per week to have slave tracker find her. Dawson I’m not 100% sure it would be worth it.”

George, take it out of my bonus for at least the first week. I really want her.

So you want your cash bonus as well as Tiffany? Can’t have both.

No, but I know that you were going to give me a major bonus, and you offered to double it, so I know you’ve got the funds.

Yeah, I do. Like I said we had a majorly good quarter. Best in a decade. Yo! Isn’t that her car? Either she coming in to be enslaved or she some how got the five thousand. My bet is she didn’t and she looked up what slave tracker was allowed to do to a runaway slave. I did and it’s really unpleasant. Being hit with a taser is the mild part. I’m not quite sure what “major restricted bondage” is, but sounds bad, The photos of “recovered” slaves made them look like they were having a very bad day. The web site required payment to see the full treatment and I really didn’t want to do that. Not at two hundred a month.

Yep, she’s coming in.

George, I couldn’t raise the money. Even if I sold my car, I wouldn’t have five thousand. I am your slave, but please don’t snuff me.

Had no intention of snuffing you, waste of great cock sucker. What I am doing is transferring you to Dawson as a sex slave. Or what ever kind of slave he whats you as.

He’s right, I’m going to keep you as a sex slave, at least until I get tired of you. Then we will see. This does mean that you will have to learn how to fuck, I’m not getting you as a suck slave only.

OK Dawson, you need to take her Spellbook Slave to finalize the paper work and pay the taxes. The taxes are coming out of your bonus fund, just by the way. And since your not getting the cash bonus this quarter you will end up paying it yourself.

Damn it. I’m already down four hundred in extra costs. She’s going to have to work it off. Might get a whip and do some flogging, I’ve watched some videos of that, and I think I like it.

Come one Tiffany, might as well have you strip now, you’re not going to be wearing much from now on.

Saturday afternoon Spellbook Slaves

Welcome to Spellbook Slave, how can I help you? Do you need this fine lady converted?

No, she’s already converted, more or less, my boss triggered her conversion clause in her contract and she didn’t raise the money to buy herself out of the contract. He’s transferring her to me in lieu of my cash bonus. Of course, with the bonus I could have bought a sex slave, but I want her for personal reasons.

Well, there are some taxes that will be need to be paid for these sorts of transactions. Three hundred for the contact conversion, that’s fifty to the state and two fifty to the feds, and two hundred fifty for the transfer. Legally, we are buying her from her current owner, then selling her to you. So that’s five hundred fifty total. Do you have the contact and her ID? I’ll need to see them to finalize the conversion and transfer.

Well, damn, that puts me at nine hundred fifty extra costs for these two slaves. Add in the cost of the cleaning slave, and I’m out sixteen hundred, but that’s a lot less than what I got for the wife and daughters. That puts me about eighteen hundred in the black. So looks like I’ve only got two car payments from this whole thing. Meh, do you take American Express?

Yes, we do. Let me run that and register this enslavement and transfer with the state. There is one possible problem that might stop the whole thing if she’s pregnant. Have her pee in this cup so I can check there is a toilet stall in behind that door. The pee test also checks for drugs, but she’s not a volunteer, so that doesn’t matter. Also, there is the possible problem of you having a domestic abuse filled against you by her. That will come up when I run her ID.

Well, there’s no chance of that. OK, here is her sample.

OK, your card was approved, she’s not pregnant and there are no other reasons for not converting her. Congratulations on your new slave!

Monday Morning, La Fortune park

OK, welcome to the George’s Car Lot company picnic! We’ve got a lot of fun and games lined up, but first we have to get our roasts going! Hill’s meat has brought out two ways of roasting a slave and we need have someone decide on which slave gets live roasted and which one get spit roasted! For reason that will become obvious in a few minutes Dawson will make the selection! So Dawson, what’s it going to be?

Oh, spit roast Caroline, no question about that. I’ve been thinking about that all weekend. Had Tiffany blow me a few times while I watched videos of spit roasting, thinking how great it’s going to be to see Caroline on a spit. Yeah, for those that don’t know, I sold the whole family off. Caroline went to Hill’s Meat to be spit roasted and the girls when to a gay bar where they’ll get butt sexed and give head for more or less for their whole life. The bar put it’s “twink replacements” up for sale after two or three years, when they are “all used up”, but I’ve read that slave doing that only have year eighteen months life expectancy, so, it’s the rest of their lives. Couldn’t be happier. I’ve already got a cleaning slave and if you didn’t know, George converted Tiffany by her contract on Saturday and transferred her to me. If you are having trouble with your wife or daughters, I recommend Spellbook Slave. They pay top dollar, even telling you if there is an option for a higher price than just open market. I wouldn’t do that! I’d offer the lowest I could get away with and sell them for as much as I can. Just like I do with used cars! Buy low, sell high! Even after all the other expenses, like cages and special lock on the house plus taxes on Tiffany, I still have enough left over to cover two car payments! All I’ve got to do now is teach Tiffany how to make love. No, I don’t mean that, I mean how to fuck!

OK the Hills meat people are gonna start with the live roast, then spit Caroline.

Mr Lowery, do you have an idea on how you want Caroline spitted? Ass or pussy?

In the pussy and as slow as possible. I want her feel all the pain!

You understand that she might not live through that, right?

Don’t care. She’s not going to live through this whole thing. And I’m glad about that. The more I think about her and how she acted the last few months, the more I’m glad I sold her. And I want her to suffer. But while you are spitting her, I want to fuck Tiffany where she can see it. Let her know that she’s already been replaced.

Hey Dawson, how much did you get from selling them off?

Well, the girls went for a thousand each and Caroline went for eighteen hundred, but both of those were because they had a body type that was in demand. The girls would have been worth three hundred on the open market and Caroline would be about twelve hundred. They did say that any marketable skills would raise their open market value, but none of these cunts had any skills worth mentioning. I mean Caroline was a good fuck, but I didn’t have a sex skills test result for that and the girls were, to the best of my knowledge virgins, given their lack of boyfriends, no skills there. If the women or girls you want to sell off, I recommend getting a set of skill test both sex and any other skills they might have. Of course even with great scores none of my cunts would be worth more than what I got for them. Spit roasts are based on their body, not skills, and being a “twink replacement” the only skills that they care about is anal and oral.

OK, we are going to start Caroline on the Jessica 3000. We’ve got it set on the slowest it will go, about an inch and a half a minute. She’s not going to be in pain for the first six or seven minutes, she might even like it. Some people say that a slave being spited enjoys the whole thing. Unless she’s a serious masochist, that doesn’t happen. I’ve seen one in the eight years I’ve been running a Jessica.

AHHH IT HURTS

There it goes. Pierced her pussy wall. She’s probably going to scream until either the spit gets in her throat, she passes out from the pain, or she dies. Seen all three

Music to my ears. Fucking my new slave while the ex-wife is slowly tortured to death. There can’t be a better day.

Doesn’t look like she’s one of the ones that enjoys being spited. Figured as much. She’s got about twenty minutes left at this point.

You know you really are a lousy fuck. You will get better in the next year, or Bad Things are going to happen to you. Yo, what if a slave owner wants a slave spit roasted, but she doesn’t have the body for it.

We rent a Jessica 3000 for five hundred for 8 hours.

Here that? Learn to fuck or else

You said you weren’t going to snuff me!

I said until I was tired of you. If you can’t fuck by next year’s picnic, you’re a roast.

As time went on Caroline screamed loud and louder until she made a gurgling sound and puked up blood and vomit then went silent. A few moments later the bloody tip of the spit made its way slowly out of her mouth. After five minutes or so, they took her off the Jessica and carried her over to the unused roasting pit.

Looks like she’s going on the fire alive. Happens about half the time. Seems like Christine has kicked it. Let’s take her off, gut her, stuff her, then put her back on the coals. Once Caroline dies we need to do the same thing to her, but also might have to wash her body cavity depending on what damage the spit did.

What happens if she’s not dead, just passed out from the pain? Can you tell?

Normally yeah, but about one in five get gutted alive. They generally wake up when that happens, at least for a minute or two. That’s mainly with live roasts. However, I can’t recall a case where a spitted slave just passed out.

After the two roasts went back on the fires, interest in them died out. A few men dragged their wives and daughters over to the Hill’s men and asked if they would be good spit roasts. In all but one case, they were told no. Nash Sawyer was told that his wife Lacey and eldest daughter Nicole would be good spit roasts, but Hills doesn’t buy direct from the public, they would have to go through a slaver. They recommend Spellbook Slaves as having the best prices. The four hours that it took to roast the slaves passed fairly quickly, as the games and other activities were better than to be expected. Once it was time to eat, most of the people wanted a slice of the slaves. Those that tried both decided that Caroline was the better tasting. George announced that as long as the next year was even close to the year’s sales, they would have a slave roast for the company picnic. Nash loudly said that he might supply Lacey and Nicole for the roasts. Both women looked horrified. “Better convert you today so you don’t run away for the big day next year.” “You better be joking.” “Of course I am. Or am I? Only one way to find out… Fuck and suck like your life depended on it. And Nicole, you better know or learn how to deep throat“

Lowery Family 4

Thursday evening, Slave Gear for You:

Hmm. Need to get some way to keep Yvette in the house when I’m not here. Might also need some slave gear for nighttime use. Let’s start with the gear. I think there is a slave accessory store in the mall.

Hello, may I help you?

Yes, I’ve just acquired a slave and will be getting another soon. I require some place to keep them when I’m asleep.

Well we have several options. One of them is a handcuff pole, where they are handcuffed above their heads and are kept secure. Down side is they are standing while on the pole and might not get any sleep. We also have slave cots where they are on their back, but one or more of their limbs are restrained. And our last option is cages, which come is several sizes.

Let’s see the pole. Can it take more than one slave?

Yes, up to four

Let’s see the cages.

OK, here is our most popular, it’s 3 foot high, 3 foot wide and 4 feet long. Padding is an extra option. It’s self locking, where if the door is closed it’s ratchet shut with 3 ratchets. The ratchets can only be opened from the outside.

Hmm. Let me see the cots.

OK, you will notice that they are both lower and narrower than a standard bed. They have locking cuffs on each of the corners. The high end models also have straps that around her neck. These can be set for any level of slightness. You could even snuff the slave if you tightened it all the way down If you want to make their sleep some what problematic, we have options that allow you to stretch the slave as they sleep.

Let’s see that one.

Yvette which one would you prefer?

Anything but the rack or pole, Maybe the cage is better than the cot.

OK, I think I’ll take a pair of the ratchet cages. Can I stack them if I get more than 2 slaves?

Yes, we have bunk cage option.

OK, I’ll take 2 for now, with the bunk option and some padding. Say, I’m keeping one in the house while I’m at work. Do you have a way of making sure she stays in the house?

Well, we have slave collars, which can be set for a selected distance. They have either an electric shock strong enough to render the slave immobile. Sorta like a taser to the neck. We also have one with a lethal set of charges, that when triggered will blow the slave head off. I’d need to warn you that you will need to change the batteries fairly often and if GPS goes down or lock on the collar is some how broken or attempted to be opened with out a key they will trigger. They don’t trigger if the batteries go flat, but will make an irritating noise for several days before they go flat, much like a fire alarm. They start at fifteen hundred.

Please don’t get those, master. I’ve been tasered, and I don’t want that again. And I don’t want my head blown off if a satellite stops working. Please don’t get them, I’m begging you.

They do seem like overkill and more than you are worth. Any other options?

We have ‘slave locks’ which can only be unlocked from the outside. I warn you that the instillation is tricky and requires special tools. We can recommend a locksmith to install one.

Hmm. I’ll take 2 one for the front door and one for the back door. When is the soonest you can get a locksmith to install them?

Friday afternoon

Do you deliver?

Yes, any where in the Eastlake metro area. Can do that tonight for a slight extra charge.

Friday morning:

George I need to take the afternoon off. I’ve got locksmith coming by to install slave locks on both doors.

OK, I assume that for this slave, as you plan on having Tiffany with you most of the time.

Yeah, got some slave cages for when I’m asleep. There are plenty of unexpected expenses to owning a slave. I’m out four hundred right now. Any rate, this is Yvette, she’s my cleaning slave. Yvette, this is George. When you are around him, you will obey him like he was your master unless I say otherwise.

If it’s OK with your master I’d like you clean up the back office and Tiffany’s area.

That’s OK with me. Go off and clean.

Say, can you bring her in once a week? That would let us quit using the service I’ll pay you one fifty per week. That’s half what the service charges us.

Sure. Have you heard anything from Tiffany?

No, but she’s not due back until Saturday afternoon. I’ve called her bank and explained the circumstances of why I was wanting to know if she had enough. They said that they would call me back on our listed number and then talk about her account. Once they called back, the told me that she had less than two hundred in her saving account and about four hundred in her checking account. Her limit on credit card is one thousand and she’s used hundred fifty of that this month. They reject her application for a loan due to her bad credit rating. She offered herself as collateral but they don’t take self enslavement as collateral and at any rate she’s not worth five thousand as a slave. Her offer of sexual favors to the loan officer was also rejected. Unless she’s got rich relatives she pretty much guaranteed to be ours Saturday afternoon.
So, you said any thing I want about Yvette? Like giving me a blowjob?

Yeah, but she’s rated at less than twenty on oral skills. That’s why I got her cheap, she’s not perfect as a sex slave.

Well, I just wait until Tiffany is converted. That’s if you don’t mind that is.

Sure. Isn’t Saturday your normal blowjob day anyway? Have her blow you before she does whatever it is she’s going to do. Of course, if she somehow comes up with the money, she will quit as soon as you see her.