Never make assumptions.

Wednesday Morning, Spellbook Slaves

So, I’m siting at the desk.  It’s around 2:00 PM when in comes a family.  I assume that the husband wants to convert his wife because there is no way the daughters are old enough.  The adults come up to the desk, and the husband gestures at the girls and asks, “What can I get for them?”

“Ah, nothing, they are underage.”

“Oh, no they are not, here are their drivers licenses.”

I check the ID. Lorelei and Mia Lowery.  Sure enough, both are legal.

“OK, let me run them through the scanner. They will need to strip down and stand against that wall.”

“You heard the man, strip you lazy cunts”

OK, there is some backstory going on here.  Don’t care, a conversion is a conversion.

The computer takes the photos, then comes back with an answer.  Not good, $300 each, however there is a notation popup that if sold to the right customer their selling price could go higher.  I clicked on the popup.  It says that if sold as a twink replacement they could go for as high as $1000.  A twink replacement is what gay bars use as wait staff and fuck toys, given the scarcity of real twinks.  The genetic change from the Spanish flu last century had led to the massive increase in female births also seemed to have another side effect, that small males were very rare.

I closed the popup.  “Well, there is bad news and good news.  The bad news is that on the open slave market, their value is fairly low, assuming that they don’t have any useful skills.  I can offer $600 for the pair.  The good news is, assuming you’re OK with their end use, there is a possibility of getting $2,000 for the pair, but I can’t guarantee that the buyer for the 2nd option is buying slaves right now.  The 2nd option is selling them as twink replacements, I’d have to make a check before I can make that offer, assuming you’re OK with that.”

“What’s a ‘twink replacement’?  I’m interested in anything that offers that much for them.  Hell, even the six hundred is more than I thought the cunts were worth.”

Wish I had known that before I made the offer.  “A twink replacement is when a slave is sold to a gay bar, where she will be used as if she was a gay male.  Many men are into skinny types.  They call them twinks.  They would be ass fucked and made to suck cock, but never used in their cunt.  Like I said, I would need to see if a bar in town wants them before I can offer two thousand for the pair.”

The guy laughs and says, “If I was in your place, I would have just offered the six for them and then sold them to the gays.  But low, sell high.  At least that is what we do in the used car game. But yeah, I don’t care what happens to them.  Hell, you could spit roast them.  I’d even come to watch that.”

“Very little chance of them being spitted, they just don’t have the body for it.”  I decide to go for broke. “Your wife, on the other hand would make a great spit roast.”

“Hmm. Well, Caroline, how do you feel about being spitted?”   She looked shocked.  Obviously, she was not convinced that she would be converted today. He turns to me. “Scan her. Want to see her blue book value.  Strip down for the man, honey.”

“Don’t honey me, you are seeing if it is worthwhile to have me spitted!”

“Yeah, got a cutie in the sales department that I’d like to replace you with.  I have been thinking about this for a while.  Your head sucks, not in the good way,   and Tiffany is a great cocksucker.  Of course, she isn’t as good of a fuck as you are, but damn, can she suck cock.”

“You bastard!  How do you know that I’m a better fuck?   Have you fucked her already?”

“Yeah, a couple of times.  Told her that she needed to suck off the sales staff and customers that were on the fence about getting a car. Tried her as a fuck doll, but she’s just not into it.  She might be a lesbian, don’t care.  She’s been doing it for a couple of months now.  Now strip or I’ll do it for you”

He pulls out a pocket knife.  “I’ll just cut your clothes off you.  Now STRIP!”

Caroline looks daggers at her husband, but strips down.

“You can leave the hose on.“ I tell her.

“Gee, thanks for that.”

I ran the scan.  As I expected, she came up with $1,200 on the open market and there was a popup.  I clicked on it and got a “possible value of $1,800 as live roaster”

“Mr. Lowery, she’s worth twelve hundred on the open market, assuming no useful skills, but if available she would be worth eighteen hundred as a spit roast.  Got to warn you, spit roasting isn’t as popular as it used to be, the novelty has worn off except for a dedicated core of fans.  There is only one meat shop in town that still buys live slaves for spitting.  Now, if you just want her cut up for parts, I’d have to offer you the twelve hundred.  It would be a waste she looks like she would be a good sex slave, even if she can’t suck cock, but if you want her dead, it’s an option.  We’ve got a gallows in back, I could snuff her while you watch.”

“Nope, unless she can be spitted, I’ll keep her for a while.  Might have to keep her in bondage for a while, though”

“You bastard!”

I have another thought.  “If you have a standard employment contract with Tiffany, your company can have her converted.  Then all you would have to do is buy her, and then you would have your own suck slave.  Could keep her at work, but you wouldn’t have to pay her, and she would be available to you 24/7″

“Hmm.  I’ve got a bonus coming up.  I’ll discuss this with George when I get to work tomorrow. I’ll think about that really hard tonight”

“OK let me make a couple of calls.”

First I called up “501 Meat Packing Company” which despite that name is actually a gay bar.  And yes, I know there is a style of jeans called 501.

“Jayson, how are you doing?
“Good, glad to hear that.  Say, are you in the market for a pair of twinks replacements?”
“Blonde, currently shoulder-length”
“Real skinny.  Like almost no tits at all.  Wouldn’t need to use a binder on them assuming you gave them loose fitting tops.”
“Don’t know, let me ask”

“Have either of you daughters been ass fucked or face fucked?”

“I suspect not, neither of them has had a boyfriend”

“Yeah, probably not. They might even be virgins”
“Yeah I know you don’t care about that.”
“So in the market or not?”
“Great! I’ll have them ready later today”

“Yeah, 501 is in the market, so I can offer you the full two thousand.  Let me make a call for your wife.  While I’m doing that, can you get a piss sample from each of them?  The cups are in the bathroom.  Label them with the marker.  Got to check whether they are pregnant or not, even if it’s unlikely”

“Bernard, this is Mike.  Do you have an opening for a spit roast?”
“Well, she’s a MILF, but her tits aren’t sagging yet, and she looks like she has kept herself in shape.”
“Not until next week?  Any room in your pens?”
“Well that’s not good.  I can keep her here until then.”
“No, there isn’t a daughter you can get with her.  Actually, I sold them to 501, so you know what that means.  Yeah, not even enough meat for parts.”
“OK, I’ll keep her until next week.  Just in the cage or do you want some torture as well?  Yeah, I know it’s a myth, but some of the watchers seem to like it.”
“OK, see you next week”

“Good news, both buyers are in the marked, however as you heard, Hill’s isn’t taking live roasters until next week.  You have two options.  You can keep her yourself and bring her back next week, or you can pay a kenneling fee to us.  It’s $75 a day.  We can deduct it from her sale price.” I do a fast calculation “That will mean that our offer for her is fourteenth twenty-five all up.  That brings your total up to $3425 How do you want it?  Cash, check or loaded on a prepaid card?”

“I’ll take the card”

“Great!  Don’t forget about Tiffany“