This is a classic story from May 2006 (Usenet baby!) It’s been edited to fit current names and tax rates.
As I have said before, I really don’t understand some women.
Seems that after neo-abolitionist made such a big deal about the sex and appearance or real meat testings that many companies were offering, the ‘cool’ thing to do for a large group of women would be to have themselves tested. I’m not complaining, a cash stream is a cash stream. I just don’t follow why they would be doing this. Of course some are weirder than others.
Case in point. A group of 5 women came in (3 blonds, a dark redhead, and a brunette) to be sex and meat tested. Unlike most women that come in for the tests, they wanted a little more. They had a rather odd conditional enslavement contract that they had drawn up. It stated that the woman with the highest score “in each category tested” would be enslaved “for use in that category” and that the finders fee would be split among the non-enslaved members of the group. I collected the $100.00 each for both tests and sent them back to the testing guys. Because there was a possibility of enslavement, I also had them give me a urine sample. While they were back being tested, I checked the state slave database. The database and whiz quizzes both said that all 5 were eligible for conversion.
After 30 minutes or so, they all come back into my office, with a sealed envelope with their test scores. I took the envelope to open it, then asked, “OK, how are we going to do the taxes? At least one of you will be enslaved, and maybe one of you is going to end up as meat. Normally, the taxes come out of what I pay for the slave, but this is a special case.” I wasn’t going to push it really hard, but if they were willing to pay to be tested, knowing that it could result in their enslavement, they might pay their own slave tax. Couldn’t hurt to ask. They talked among themselves for a few moments, then one asked “How much is the tax”? “$300 each because this is technically a contract conversion, not a volunteer conversion”. They talked a few minutes, then decided, “Can you take our bank cards and make a withdrawal from the ones you take?” I thought for a second, “Check cards or debit cards, sure, but not credit cards. They will not be valid after your enslavement.” Marjorie, the redheaded girl spoke up “How about you just take all the money in the account, take your share out, then split it among the ones not enslaved?” I replied, “All I can legally give is the finders fee equal to the tax paid. I can enter into a separate contract, however. Let me see if what I can do.” I pulled up my boilerplate tax law enslavement contract and did a little fast modification, so that instead of all assets going to the husband, they went to the non-enslaved members of their group and if there were none of them not enslaved, to Spellbook Slaves. I printed it off, after which they all signed it. They then started pulling check cards out of their purses and handing them over to me. After I had the cards from all of them, I started to open the scores’ envelope. Then one of the blonds, Jeannette Holland, spoke up, “Wait. I think, to make sure everybody goes through with this and doesn’t try to run out, we should be put in some sort of restraints and maybe gagged.” One of the other blonds, Kathie Alvarado, added “And stripped”. Jeannette nodded, “Of course”. With that, they started to strip down. After they were naked, I had them cross their arms behind their back, after which I secured them with the plastic “zip ties” that both slavers and police use as disposable handcuffs.
After that, I opened up the report.
“Well, in the oral sex category, the high score goes to Mindy Lloyd.” Mindy was one of the blonds. “Mindy, I’ll be selling you to ‘Deep Kiss Traders’, so you can expect to be working at a suck club in a couple of days. With your cocksucking scores, you should do well there.” Mindy looked almost excited about this.
“Next, we have the anal sex category. Looks like our winner is Marjorie Pugh. Marjorie, your redheaded ass, and it is your ass that is being sold, is going to the ‘501 Meatpacking Company’, which despite the name, is a gay bar, granted it’s a bar with fuck booths. They have a standing request for slaves with high anal sex scores because it’s the only kind of female fucking their clientele do is up the ass. Expect to be abused some, as you’re not really a twink. Your skill might keep you from major abuse, however.” Marjorie didn’t look happy.
“Moving on to straight fucking, looks like Monique Francis is the best here. Granted, you all rate highly, but Monique takes the prize. I’ll be keeping you as a rental sex and torture slave. I’m currently out of brunettes.”
“Now, in the overall category, which is the average of the three sex categories score, looks like the best over all sex kitten of all of you is Kathie. You will also be kept as a rental sex and torture slave. Both of you can to expect to have a fairly short and painful life. You should be glad you don’t have the body type that guarantees a tortured to death session, so you will mainly just get used as a sex slave, with some light to medium torture, however we do have clients that like to snuff their fuck toys. Eventually, that will happen to you, could be tomorrow, could be next year.”
I put down the S&F test scores and picked up the appearance test results. Knowing how Alex scores women, I knew that all of these girls were going to be Grade A, but who knows about the A Prime. Currently, Jeannette was looking very pleased, knowing that she was about to get a lot of money because she was the only one not enslaved. I checked the list Alex did. There was one, A Prime. “Well, it looks like the meat girl is… Jeannette Holland. Thank you for playing. I’ll have you sent to Hill’s Fine Meat within the hour. You can expect to be put on a spitting machine and live roasted before the week is out. With their new machines, you have an 85% chance of surviving the spitting process and going over the coals alive.” She looked stunned.
I ran the cards, paying the tax for each one of them and triggering their slave conversions. I called Vicky in and told her to take Monique and Kathie back to the rental slave’s dorm. I got on the phone with Deep Kiss and offered them Mindy, at a quite nice amount. 501 Meatpacking Company said they would have a truck come by to pick up Marjorie this afternoon.
I called Celina, asking her to run a full asset search on the women, and to get back to me on it because, well, unlike most enslavement, their assets were mine, because of the contact they signed.
Not a bad afternoon’s work. It’s not often I get slaves to pay through the nose to be enslaved.