The girl in red.

<Several months ago, at the Holloway home.>

“Your grades are horrible.   If you don’t bring them up I might sell you to a slaver” John Holloway says to his eldest daughter, Jordan.

But Dad, I don’t want to be converted.

“Did I ask if you wanted to be converted?  No I did not, I just warned you that if your grades don’t come up you are going to be enslaved.  I’m not paying good money to have you piss it away.  You either bring your grades up or I’ll be forced to deal with you in the manner I chose, which is having you be enslaved.  It can’t be that hard for you, after all your sister Joan has no problems with the same class load as you are taking.”

If it’s the money, why don’t you just put me in the public school system?

“No, I want you all to have a good education, which is why you all are at Dutch Hall, but I also want to see that you are applying yourself, not just hanging out with your friends and the way I see that is your grades.”

But Daddy, please?

“It’s real simple, get your grades up to at least a B average or it’s a life as a slave for you.”

<The present day, morning at the Holloway home.>

“Jordan, you latest weekly grade report is Not Good.  Low C average over all and two Ds Didn’t I warn you about this?  I’m calling a slaver to have you picked up from school”

But today is picture day, I’m wearing my red dress that you said I’m not get messed up and that’s not a final grade report.  I can bring them up with my finals, please daddy, don’t call the slaver. Please, I can bring them up.

“Nice try Jordan but even I know that you can’t bring a D average up at this point in the school cycle to a B average and you have that in two classes, and they are core classes not blow off electives, you are going to the slave pens, or what ever they do with new slaves.  Have a good life as a slave, because I have one less daughter now…”

<At Dutch Hall private school>

“I’m here from Spellbook Slaves, I’ve got a pick up order for a Jordan Holloway, she’s senior here.  Can you tell me where to find her?

“Oh, that might be tricky, most of the senior girls are out doing their photos for the yearbook now.  I think they were going to use Woodward Park for that.”

Well damn, I don’t want to make several trips all over Eastlake.  Can you check to make sure where she is?

“Yeah, let me make a couple of calls.”  The clerk I was talking to picks up her phone and calls some.  A brief conversation takes place that I really couldn’t hear “OK, yes she is with the girls taking photos out of school and the location is in Woodward Park.  Her sister Joan is in class now, if that helps any.”

Thanks, but no, I don’t have a pick up order for any one but Jordan.  If you can let the photographer know that I’ll be making a capture and that it is sanctioned, so I don’t have to deal with the police on a public capture that would be really good.

“I can do that”


“Sure you don’t want Joan, she’s nearly identical to Jordan and you wouldn’t have to go out the park to get her”

Nope, Mr. Holloway was quite clear he only wanted Jordan picked up, and it had to be today.  Something about the new moon, I didn’t follow what he was saying.

<At Woodward Park>

The Girl in Red

I hate needing to make a capture in public places.  There is just to many things that can go wrong, plus if you aren’t really clear about who you are getting, you may have to deal with the police thinking it is a kidnapping in progress, not a enslavement capture.

I’ve decided that as soon as I am sure that the target is Jordan, she gets tasered.   Yeah, it costs a few bucks for the cartridges, but it makes up it in dealing with a possible runner.  Plus I’m not buying the cartridges, so that is the boss’s problem not mine.  I arrive at the park and ah, park the van.

I see a group of girls standing around in formal dresses and gowns.  I suspect that is where I will find Jordan.    I’ve been told she is wearing a red full length dress, and, if possible, I’m not to mess the dress up beyond what a dry cleaner can fix.  Seems that her sister wants it for a formal.  I don’t understand south-side people some times.  They have money to burn but get twitchy about saving money by using hand-me-downs or shared dresses for their daughters.  What ever, they pay the bills and keep the lights on at good old Spellbook Slaves.  If they weren’t so slave happy for their wives and daughters there is a good chance that I would be out of a job and not being allowed to brutally capture young ladies and MILF types.  In an earlier time, I would be one of those guys that people would say ‘He kept to him self and was a quiet sort of guy’ when I made the nightly news.  Good thing there is a legal way to deal with that sort of fetish now.

I see a girl in a red dress.  I start moving towards her, with my taser in hand, but behind my back.  I get within 25 feet or so, and call out “Hey, Jordan!  I’ve got something for you!“.  Sure enough, the girl in red turns towards me.  Good enough for a capture, if I got the wrong girl, I’m covered as I have a capture document on me, signed by my boss and Mr. Holloway, but I would lose the element of surprise and I would have to go hunting for her.  I pull the taser from behind my back and –Zappa– let her have it.  I hit her in her arm, missing the dress, which  should make the boss and Mr. Holloway happy. She  twitches a bit then goes down like a ton of bricks.  Picture perfect tasering.  I walk up to her twitching body and slap a set of twist cuffs on her.  While she is still out I rummage through her purse and find both her state ID and her school ID.  Got that right teen in a red full length dress.  That’s good.   The other teens are all standing sorta shell shocked.  I look up at them “Go about your business, unless you want to join her.  This is a requested capture and if you try to interfere I can taser you as well.  Interfering with a requested chapter is a state felony, which means you would either be put in jail or converted yourself.  Now scram”  The crowd of teen girls all scatter, other than one who was standing alone from the group of them.  I notice that her dress is an faded off the rack blue light special, a good indicator that she might not be from the same social circle as the rest of them.  “I’m glad you got her.  She was a bitch to me and my friends” she flatly states.  “That’s nice, now go away.”  She hauls out her cell phone, takes a couple of shots of Jordan with the taser darts still in her arm and then says “Thanks.  You don’t know what this means to me” , then walks away.

Jordan starts to around after a few moments.  “Why did you taser me?  I wasn’t doing any thing wrong officer…“, she asks.  “I’m not an officer, I’m a collection agent for Spellbook Slaves and I tasered you because I didn’t want to chase you all over the park if you tried to run.  That being said let me state for the record this: Jordan Holloway, a person with right of conversion has requested that you be enslaved as of this day.  I am taking charge of you now.”  I reply.  She starts crying.   “Oh My God, daddy really did sell me to a slaver, I didn’t think he was serious…”  she sobs.    I pull her upright “Yep, he was serious about  it and I’m here to take you in“.

<At Spellbook Slaves>

OK Boss-man, I’ve got the pickup you sent me out on.  Had to go to Woodward park to get her.  Ah, I used a taser cartridge on her, to make sure she didn’t run  on me.

You are using a lot of those.  Almost 50% more than any one else.  If I didn’t know better I’d say you have a thing for seeing a young woman get stunned by electricity

What can I say.  I also don’t like to chase them down either.  Bad knees and all that”

What ever.  Oh, did her dress survive the capture?  Mr. Holloway wants it back, if possible.

Yeah, I hit her in the arm and she didn’t thrash around that much.  Got a few grass marks on it, but a dry cleaner should be able to fix it.  No tears or rips any way.  I took the liberty of removing it from her before I put her in the van.  Here it is.

That’s great, take her back to the holding cell,  It’s the new moon and those nuts at the dark temple often buy a teenager for one of their “Brides of the Dark Lord” of some thing like that on new moons.  If they do, she fits the description of the type of girl the use as a bride, so there isn’t any reason to put her in the pens.  Plus having a nude teen in the holding cell makes for a good ice breaker for some customers.  Shows what we are all about and all that.  If they don’t call by 5:00 then you can take her back to the pens.  Make sure it’s a bit cold in there so her nipples are nice and hard.  Not too cold, don’t want her freezing or any thing, just hard nipples.

<At The Dark Temple>

My dread lord, it has come time to perform a high dark mass and give a bride in death to the Dark Lord and we have no usable sacrifices.  We must obtain a new one for the Dark Lord.  We do have two harlots that will act as handmaids, just we have no bride.

Call the slaver and have them send us their youngest recent slave, one that hasn’t been a slave for more than 48 hours, I have it on highest authority that Spellbook Slaves should have one that meets our needs this day.

It shall be as you command my dread lord.

<Some time passes>

Let me examine these new bride of the Dark One.  Ah, yes, she will do nicely.  Are you a virgin by any chance my dear?

Ah, no sir, not for over a year…

Ah,I feared as much.  You can still serve the Dark One as his death bride.  Jameson! We must find a virgin of proper age and breeding to serve as the Dark One’s life bride.

I shall ask in the marketplace of flesh to find a bride to fill his needs.  I shall start tomorrow as the sun rises, if that pleases you, my dread lord…

Yes, that will do.  Send up the stone masons, we must prepare the altar for her sacrifice.

Please sir, don’t kill me, I can do much more…

The only thing that you could have done that would save your life, you cast aside.  Only the pure in body may serve as the life bride of the Dark Lord.

But sir, I have an over 90% rating in all of my holes, I can make you feel very good.  Let me show you…

You think that you can use your womanly wiles on me to prevent me from giving you to the Dark Lord?  I am stronger than you think.  I look at your temptation and cast it aside, like you cast away your purity.  I have decided that you will die as the sun sets today.  And because you tried to stop me from my sworn duties as the dread lord of the Dark Lord, I will have you suffer death on high altar.  The Dark Lord will feed on your beating heart.

A few hours later, Jordan is tied nude and spread-eagle atop the main altar in the Dark Temple.  The cult begins to chant first slowly and at a low volume, but increasing in volume as they chant faster and faster.

Take this sacrifice oh Dark Lord.  We give her unto you.  Take her as your wife. Take this sacrifice, take this sacrifice, take her as your wife.

Bring forth the handmaids!

Two nude blond slave girls are dragged to in front of the altar, where two nooses are lowered from the rafters.

The handmaidens of the dark lord

Hang them and let their death prepare the way for the bride.

With that the two hapless slaves are hauled up to slowly strangle.

Take them as your handmaids oh Dark Lord, take them, take them.” the assembled people chant.

As soon as the handmaids kick their last, the high priest picks up the bright silvered blade from the altar. “With this blade I offer this sacrifice to you as your bride in death“, holding the blade flat across his hands.

I consecrate this blade to act as your Dark Member as you take your bride in death

Jordan struggles to get free, but is unable to do so.  The high priest brings his blade up.

Bless this blade, bless this blade, bless this blade” chants the cult, faster and faster.  The high priest raises the blade above his head, then slams it down into Jordan’s chest.  He then cuts away at her ribs opening a hole big enough to expose her beating heart. He pulls the blade out, then reaches into Jordan’s chest cavity and pulls the still beating heart from her body.

Bride of the Dark Lord

Take this beating heart as you just due and take this body as your bride in death as is your rightly privilege .

“Take her!  Take Her! Take Her!” chant the cult members as Jordan dies, her eyes focused on her beating heart held above her head, the blood dripping onto her face.

As the dark mass ends, the hooded members file out of the altar chamber.  The high priest taps on man on the shoulder as he exits the room.  “Brother Holloway, I want to thank you for allowing your daughter to become this solar cycle’s dead bride of the Dark Lord.

John Holloway looks the high priest in the eye “I thank you for your words.  Maybe I can get her twin sister for the next life marriage, I think she qualifies in all respects, assuming that the Dark Lord doesn’t care about what she has had in her mouth when he judges purity.  It’s almost too bad the Jordan wasn’t pure enough, I would have liked seeing her being used as the altar for Great Rites.”

The Dark Lords cares only for purity of the womb, not of any other places

John nods his head “The next life marriage is next month, correct”

Yes, when the moon is full in the sky

“I shall attempt to make her ready.”




A night shift at Spellbook Slaves

I hate the night shift at Spellbook Slaves.  Well, that’s not quite true, I really don’t hate working at Spellbook, just the night shift is my least favorite shift to work.  Take last night, as an example.

I got in, just in time, at 11:00 PM (23:00 for you people that use the 24 hour clock).  The evening shift dude tossed me the keys and grunted something about “have a great night”.

Just as he left, a nice looking couple came in.  She was wearing what had to be mistress garb and he was in a dress coat and slacks.  Not what I normally get.  I made a mental bet that she was going to take the lead in this interchange.

“May I help you?”

She replied “Yes, we are looking for a blonde, with medium breasts and high scores in oral skills and at least average on anal.  Right dear?”

He looked at her, “What ever you say, ‘Mistress Theresa’.”  I could here the quote marks around “Mistress Theresa”.  And I won the bet with myself.  Not sure if that counts as a win, because I also lost the bet.

1st sale of the night.

The man turned to me “Theresa just finished her Mistress class and we thought we would get a new slave to celebrate.”

I typed in the criteria that they had given me and directed them to the screen where the 4 that meet their criteria that we had in stock were displayed.  “If you can make a selection I can will bring her up for your approval.  They spent several minutes before deciding  on Slave 5789-19.  She had a date of conversion of only a few days ago.    Day shift must due a lot more than night shift if we have had almost 6000 slaves this year.  Of course there were several large lots that added a couple of hundred at a time.  That still a slave intake of just over 17 and a half a day.   “What can you tell us about this slave, like what was her name and how did she become a slave?”  Mistress Theresa asked.  I brought up her history.  “Her name was Michelle Hall, and she was converted by a person of personal contact, a Mr. Edgar Reid.   Looks like based of the proof of contact supplied it was a one night stand that he recorded on his home security system.  She really should have stopped after being fucked and giving a blow job.  It was the anal that pushed her over the line.”    I clicked on his shop history.  “Looks like Mr. Reid has quite a history of converting ‘girlfriends’ as see she was number 7 in the past 2 years.  Any rate, Michelle was tested a couple of months before she was converted, no reason given, and scored high in oral, both male and female and slightly above average in anal.  She also has a certificate  of training as a cook and in house cleaning.  Hmm.  Cert date is the day before her sex tests.   It’s like she was trying to qualify as a house slave.  What ever.  Let me go get her from the pens.”  I triggered the “Will be back soon” sign on the door and locked it, for the out side.  Don’t want people coming in with no staff at the counter.  Not sure why we do this, but it’s in The Book that if the counter is empty, no new people are allowed into the building.   After finding slave 5789’s cell, I woke her “Rise and shine, need to be ready for sale, a nice couple has selected you.  After a few seconds she as up off her bed and looking at me groggily.  “A couple?  That’s nice, I think any way.  Did you tell them I was a cook and house keeper or what?”   I looked down at her “Yes, but only after they selected you from the 4 that met their criteria of ‘blonde, medium breasts and high oral and anal skills’.  Looks like they are buying a suck and ass-fuck toy, but you never know, come on, lets not keep them waiting.  Just so you will know, she is a Mistress, so make sure you act correctly for her.”

I brought her up front to the waiting customers, unlocking the door and turning off the “back soon light”.   Theresa looked at her some what critically while he just looked at Theresa.  “Will she do Theresa?  I mean as your starter slave?”    Mistress Theresa nodded yes.  “She will do.  You said she also has a cert in cooking?”  “Yes Mistress, she does, French and Italian specialties.” I reply.

He handed me a gold card, which I ran.  I didn’t apply any surcharges to the sale, because they didn’t act like the types that get the surcharges.  I handed the card back saying “She came to $950, with tax.  I’ve charged your card for that amount, thank you for choosing Spellbook Slaves for you slave needs.  Do you need a collar and leash for her? ”  Theresa pulled thin collar and short leash out of her purse and said “No, I came prepared.”  With that, she collared slave 5789 and led her out of the building.

A wife for conversion

Shortly after they left a man in a tux came in with a nude woman, who, based her apparent on age was his wife or mistress, not a daughter.

“I’d like to sell you my wife”

“Wilfred, can’t you just get a divorce?  Why do you have to sell me off?”  She asked him.

I ignored their by-play and asked for their ID.  Wilfred Moss and his wife Alicia.  State database showed them to be married and with out any children young enough to trigger the maternity clause.  “Thank you sir.  Does she have any certifications of worth?”  Mr. Moss looked at me.  “I don’t understand your question.”  “A certificate of worth is a certificate that shows she has some skills, for example from a cooking school or other trade school recognized by the state.  “I she has a fine art’s degree, does that count?”  “Depends on the degree, what was her specialty?  Graphic artists are in demand right now,  and of course dancers are always welcome, but there isn’t much call for mixed media types.”  He looked a bit pained  “Well, what if she doesn’t have any certificates?   “Well then her price will be based on her age and general condition.  If you will bring her over to in front of this work station, I can take a scan of her and run it though the computer to see what is what and who is who.”  As he positioned her in front of the camera, I entered her age.  She didn’t look bad for a woman in her early 40’s.   “Wilfred, don’t due this”.  I looked up from the station.  “You be silent or I will gag you.  A person with right of conversion has requested your conversion and there is no obvious reason to refuse the conversion.  This is your first warning.  Now stand on that plate  and face the camera”  She looked like she was slapped in the face, but stood straight and faced the camera.  A flash later I had her picture was waiting on the evaluation software to kick in the results.  The plate she was standing on feed in her weight and her height was calculated from her image.   A few seconds later I got a rating and price quote of $350.   I looked over to Mr. Moss.  I can offer $350 for her.   Unless you have any worth certs I’m afraid that is a high as I can go.  I’ve checked and her general fine arts degree is included in that valuation.   “Well, if that is what she is worth, I’ll take it.”    I made a few entries on my workstation and poof   Alicia Moss was now slave 5802-19.  I triggered the “Be back soon” sign, locked the door and  I took her back to the holding pen.   On return I asked Mr. Moss if he wanted store credit, a debit card loaded with $350 or cash for his now ex-wife.  “Cash will do nicely” he said.

I checked the clock.  It’s just after midnight, which means I’m in the gap between “Out on the town, let’s go to the slave shop” crowd, such as it is, and the “Bars let out, lets go to the slaver” crowd, which is always fun to deal with.   I decide to take slave 5802 back to her cell.  I trigger the sign and door and take her back. When I return, there is a crowd of women at the door.  I open the door and they all come in.  These women have on thing in common with each other.  Huge freaking tits and sort of thick bodies.  They type that looks best with a spit in her cunt and coming out her mouth.

5 soon to be long pigs

“Welcome to Spellbook Slaves,how may I help you ladies”

The tallest one, a blonde, says “We want to be turned into slaves before our husbands get home”

It’s going to be one of those nights.  “OK I can do that.  I need your ID and a urine sample from each of you.  Please go into the restroom one at a time fill the cup you will find in there up to the line marked on it.”   When you return please strip down to and stand against that wall.  Also I have to ask, are all of your breasts real?  Makes a difference on your grade.   They all tell me that they are real.  “May I ask why you want to be converted” I say to them as they return with their urine samples.   I test them all and they come back drug free and not pregnant, which makes them convertible, assuming they don’t have a minor child.  The redhead turns to me to say “We heard them say that they were going to take us to Hill’s Meat in the morning.  We decided that it was better if we converted ourselves before then.  “I see.  You do understand that converting yourself may or may not avoid the spit.  We do sell to several alternate meat suppliers in town, Hill’s being one of them, and let me tell you up front, that each of you has what is called a ‘meat prime’ body, which means the odds are high that you will not make to the end of the week with out being spit roasted.”    The shorter blonde looks me dead in the face and says “Even if we do get roasted at least our husbands don’t get the money or the meat”.  Yeah, one of those nights.   “OK, I can do that for you.  Let me run your ID’s to make sure none of you have a flag on file with the state.”

Frances Richardson, Jane Martin, Jessica Campbell, Heather Murphy and Annie Bennett all come back as convertible, with no minor children.  I run them through the machine to get a rating for them and they all come back as either Real Meat Prime (RMP) or Prime+ (RMP+).  Yeah, they aren’t making through the week.  In fact, I send an message to “Real She Meat”, “Slut Steaks” and, just too be mean “Hill’s Fine Meat” that I had 5 RMP/RMP+ ready for pickup.  As a seconded line I sent a message to the Eastlake School district saying we had a group of RMP/RMP+ for sale, figuring that they might take one or two for the butcher classes they were starting up.  For some reason this group of pigs pissed me off and I wanted to make sure they ended up as roasts.  Not sure what it was about them that triggered my blood lust, but it was definitely triggered.  I got an almost immediate reply from the school, saying that they were interested  in all 5 of them and asked if we could put a hold on their sale until morning.  I replied that we could do that.  I send a “meat on hold” message to the alternate meat providers that I had messages before I messages the school.  While the school doesn’t pay quite as well as  Hill’s and company does, they often will do a 2 for 1 exchange of students that they are converting for meat slaves.  And to be honest, 10 teen aged slaves will normally do better for us than 5 long pigs.

Daughter for Sale

After the long pigs are taken care of I have a long period of basic boredom, where I think strongly about going back a getting my rocks of in the mouth of the new slaves/long pigs in waiting.  Might even tell her that if she is a good enough cock sucker she might escape the spit.   Not going to happen, but it does make for a better, or at least more enthusiastic, blow job.  As I’m just getting ready to head back, the door opens and man leads in a young woman, nude, but collared and leashed.  He comes up to the counter, where is announces “My name is Allen Clarke and I want to sell my daughter, Megan, off.”   I look at Megan.  She a strawberry blonde with small tits and boy like hips.  There currently is a strong market for that body style, so I’m interested  in her.  “OK can you bring her over to the this station and let me see your ID’s please.  After scanning their ID the system returns that Allen does have right of conversion over Megan, and that she is a convertible woman.  “OK can I get a urine sample just to make sure she isn’t pregnant.”  I point her to the door into the restroom.  She goes in and comes out with a sample. I did a “Slave or Not” test kit into the sample and she comes back as clean and not pregnant.  The clean part doesn’t matter as it’s not a voluntary  conversion, but parental conversion.  “OK Megan, stand here and look at the camera.  No, don’t smile, keep your face neutral.  <Flash>  OK, just a second…”  She comes back with a $600 offer attached and a flag to notify for “Male Analog” clients.  “Well Mr, Clarke, I can offer you $600 for her, but I have to tell you that if you take that offer, she is going to be sold as an anal and oral sex slave to one of the gay bars as a ‘Male Analog'”.   “Why should I care what you do with her.  Sounds like she is getting what she asked for”.  I ask if he wants cash, store credit or a debit card for her.  He says that store credit will be fine.  I enter his data into the store records and tell him that he can use the store’s web site or come in to make his selection at his leisure.

After that, it really got slow.  Around 6:30, Mike the owner comes in, “Have a good night?” he asks “Well, we got one older slave, 5 long pig volunteers that the school board wants to buy or trade for and a male analog.  Sold one as a trainer slave to a new Mistress, so not that bad of a night all things considered.  Slower than snot after 3:30 however.”


Adding to the herd.

So you want to to become a human cow?  Did I understand you correctly over the phone?

No, I want to be milked like a cow and your dairy is the only one that does that sort of thing in the greater Eastlake metro area, or at least was willing to talk to me directly about it.

May I ask why?

Yes, it is simple, I changed my birth control pills and I started to lactate.  My then boy friend was, at first, excited about it and sucked me dry several times a day.  Then he decided that he really wasn’t that into it and left me.  I use a breast pump to drain them every evening, but it’s getting to be a problem and I don’t really want the milk to go to waste.  I’ve contacted several of the charities in town to find out if I can donate it, but they really aren’t in that business.  One of them suggested I try the human milk dairies in town and you were the only ones that would talk to me, as I said.

Well, you understand that all of the other hucows are slaves, so having a free woman act as a hucow is a bit out of our wheel house.

Please,  I really need you to do this, but I don’t want to be a slave.

Well, we could always try something.  First thing we need to do is see if your milk is up to our quality standards.  Lets go to one of the milking rooms for a test pump.

Thank you.

Testing the new milker

OK, please expose your breasts so we can hook you up to the milking machine. Normally you would be nude and on your hands and knees, plus would be tied down in the milking stall, but I think we can make this work with out doing all that.  Of course if we do take you on as a milker you will need to get used to being treated like, well, a cow.   While we can use the free standing machine to test you, it isn’t connected to the production system and we couldn’t use it on a a daily basis.

I understand.

OK, let’s hook you up.  Hold these over your nipples  until the suction takes effect.  You might want to keep holding them after that.   I’ve got to talk to my staff and my lawyer to find out how we can fit you it.

20 minutes elapses.

Well, the good news is your milk passes our quality check, the bad news is that unless you sign a contract with us, we can’t take you.  And I’ll be upfront, the contact they want you to sign will be one that converts you to being a real hucow slave if you don’t meet all the requirements.

Oh, God, I thought I was ready for this, because I use a breast pump before.  I had no idea what a milker would feel like.  I’ll sign your contract, hell I’ll let you convert me to full hucow status, just do that to me as often as you can.

OK, let me call up my friend as Spellbook Slaves and we will add you to the  herd.




Tesla Prep 1st day of school – The Assembly

“Attention:  There will be an assembly for all students, staff and faculty today at 10:00.  Attendance is mandatory.  Thank you.”

<10:00 PM, Tesla Prep auditorium>

Dean of Students Cory Welch takes center stage.

I have several things to announce.

First up, The Snuff Channel has made an offer to have Tesla Prep be the fall 2019 host of  “Horrible Things For Hotties”.  The school board as moved to accept the offer.  They will be based out of the Mistress Training area.

Next, the new student policy are in place for female students that are not currently in slave or Mistress status.  Those of you that were in summer school know about some of the changes as they were applied to the summer classes.  The new student code is being passed out to you now.  Please read and heed.  Today and tomorrow are  “free days” so you are not expected to meet the dress code requirements.  Please note, however, that Monday will not be a free day and the full student code will be in force, with the exception of ID ring requirement.  You have until Friday the 30th to meet that requirement.  If you have not met it at that time, you will be given one demerit and will be pierced in house.   The mistress training classes will be available for piercing of those that can’t afford to have it done by a commercial piercing establishment.

Free non mistress females have been assigned to one of 5 categories  based on parental requests.

      • Don’t snuff
      • Can snuff
      • Should snuff
      • Please snuff
      • Must snuff

Those of you that are in the should or please snuff category will be notified of your status Monday morning in home room.  If you are not notified you are either  “Don’t snuff”, “Can snuff” or “Must snuff”.   We will not inform you of your status, but be advised that only 3% of the applicable student body is listed as “can’t snuff” as of this morning.  The vast majority of you are listed as “Can”.

What does this mean?  This means that five demerits not worked off by the end of a week will result  in you  being handed over to the Horrible Things crew to be snuffed or handed over to the new apprentice butcher classes to be used as meat,  This assumes that the conversion board sees fit to have you converted and doesn’t feel that it would be better for you to be sold at a public sale.  Just a word of advise, don’t depend on the board saving you.  Over the course of the 3 years the current board has been in place they have a less than 3% “Don’t convert” and slightly less than 20%  public sale rate.  Your overall record will have a great effect on the board, so join all the things that look good on your record, it’s not just for college admissions any more.   The board meets every Thursday evening to rule on the conversions of the week.  There doesn’t seem to be any correlation between showing or not showing up for a board meeting and their final findings.

Let me now talk about merits and demerits.  If you can work of demerits depends on your status.  Please snuff status females can not work them off.  Should snuff can work them off, however each merit gained only counts as 1/5 of a merit for you, so to work off 5 demerits you will have to earn 25 merits.   Can and don’t snuff students can work them off as per normal.  Those of you that are in the lucky 3%, please note that “Don’t Snuff” only means just that, don’t snuff, it doesn’t change the possibility of enslavement and public sale.  Must Snuff is a special case, in that in selecting that option your parents have had you converted to slave status, but are asking that you not be treated as a typical slave student but be snuffed as soon as is possible.   We are currently planing that at least ten must snuff students will be selected once a week to be used on the Horrible Things show or for use as meat for in school use.  This may change based on the number of “must snuff” students we have vs the number of can, should and please snuff students that reach 5 demerits and are converted by the board.  Student’s demerit/merit count will be posted each Wednesday on the school web site.  Please note that your current merit/demerit count is public information and can be seen by staff, faculty, your parents, other students and the general public.   The general public includes slavers, so don’t be surprised if you or your parents are contacted if your demerit count shows that you may be converted in the near future.

Who can issue demerits or merits?  Administrative staff, to include IT staff, security staff, and faculty.  Lunch room and custodial staff can not issue demerits, however they can report actions that would result in demerits if seen by faculty or admin staff. TS, or teacher slaves can not directly issue demerits, but can submit a request that demerits be issued.  TS requests will be resolved on Wednesday by the admin staff, before the final numbers are posted to the school web site.  Students in the mistress training classes may not be issued demerits by faculty other than the ones appointed as part of the mistress training faculty.  Students with a mistress license may issue requests for demerits.  These will also be resolved on Wednesday by the admin staff.

Slave students, Mistresses or male students  who earn 5 demerits will be expelled from the school system.   Not just from Tesla Prep, but from the whole of the Eastlake public school system.  Slave students must obey all the rules for conduct given to free students, but your dress code will be established by your owner.  In the absence of any directives from you owner your dress code is the same as the free students dress code, however you must wear a slave collar or have some other visible mark indicating your slave status.  An ID ring piercing is required.

Female students that have a valid Mistress license may wear clothing that fits the male dress code or “Standard Mistress Garb” or SMG.   Please consult the mistress training staff if you are not sure if a given outfit is SMG or not.  While an ID ring piercing is not required of you, it is requested you get one.

Will the following students please come forward:

      • Ruby Scott
      • Melissa Butler
      • Emily Sanchez
      • Norma Lopez
      • Denise Rogers
      • Jennifer Bennett
      • Sara Flores
      • Barbara Gonzales
      • Donna Stewart
      • Kathryn Campbell

Girls, you  have been converted to slave status by parental action and have a “Must Snuff” flag on your school status.  You will be turned over to the “Horrible things for Hotties” crew immediately.


<To be continued>

Another day at Spellbook Slaves

Another pickup.



“Hello and thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves.  How can I help you today”

“I’ve got my wife in some light duct tape bondage right now, but she’s going to be able to get free soon, I’d like to sell her to you ASAP.”

“We can do that, please give me your address and I’ll send some one to get her.”

“Why thank you”.

“I’m going to send John to do the pick up.  Do you want cash or a loaded debit card for her?”  Based on your photo she looks to be worth about $1500″

“A debit card will be fine.  How long will it be?”

“I’m sending him now, can I get the address?”

“3845 S Lewis”

“John!  Got a possible problem pick up for you.  Please go to 3845 S Lewis and take the wife.  Once you have her, let me know and I’ll transfer funds to the card.”

Walk in Business

“Hello, can I turn my self in here?”

“Well that depends on what you are wanting to turn your self in for.”

“I’ve heard that if you are a slave you can’t be charged with a crime that you did before you were a slave”

“That depends on the crime, but in general yeah.  Care to tell me what you did?  I can tell you being converted will help or not that way.”

“I stole some money from my work.  Not a lot, just a couple of thousand, but they are doing an audit next week and they might find out that I did it.  The last time they found some one stealing from them they called the cops, had her arrested, bought her when the courts converted her and spit roasted her for a company picnic.   I don’t want that to happen to me”

“Was it stocks or bonds you stole?  Makes a difference because securities are covered by the feds and they don’t care about your status.”

“No, just money…”

“That’s a state matter then and grand theft is one of the things covered by “Slaves can’t be tried for their actions as a free women” clause.

“Well then I’d like to become a slave…”

Girl Friend to convert


“I’d like to sell you my girlfriend…”

This kid didn’t look old enough to have a girl friend, much less one that was old enough to convert.  “Can I see some ID, and proof that you are a person of personal contact with your ‘Girl Friend'”.  He digs out his wallet and shows me his learner’s permit.  He’s legal alright.

“I’ve got a bunch of photos of Amber giving me head on my phone, will that do?”

“Assuming 3 in the last 30 days, yes that will do.”  He brings out his phone and shows me a dozen or so shots of her giving head.  Of the dozen at least 3 show both her face and his, enough to indicate he was a PPC with the girl.  “Yeah, that will, do, assuming no other issues with her.”

“OK great, I’ll bring her by this after noon.”

<Later that day>

“This is the place that Coach Watson wanted me to check out.  Come in with me, ‘this will only take a second”

“This is a slave place, why would the coach send you here?”

“They sell stuff I might need”

“Like what?”

“Just come in with me”

“Oh, Fine.”

The walk up to the desk.  She looks to be of age, but I’ll check that later.

“This is Amber, I talked about her with you earlier today”

“Yes, I recognize her from your photos.  Still want to sell her?”

“Sell me!  You can’t do that we are too young.”

“Well, let’s see about that. Let me see your ID miss”

Amber hands over her license.  She’s legal, if just barely.  I set her license down “Well, in some states you might be too young, but here in Oklahoma, you are legal for conversions”

“Meric you said you loved me, why are you doing this?”

“Coach Watson wants us to convert our girl friends so as to make us ‘Real Men’.  All the team will be doing it before the first game.  The coach says he has some thing special in mind if we win that game, but we have to convert our girl friends first.”

“And you do what ever that pig of a coach tells you to do?”

“Pretty much.”

“Don’t do this, I’ll blow you every day, just don’t do this because your coach tells you to.  Please, I’m begging you, I thought you loved me…”

“Well, every morning before school?”

I could tell that Meric was starting to give in.  Need to push him towards converting her.  “Sir, if I might speak with you in private…”  I lean forward to speak to the boy and as I do so I trigger the door lock.  She’s not running out of here until we resolve this.  “I’ve heard through the grapevine that the Eastlake school system is making some sweeping changes to their student conversion policy, to take effect on the 22nd.  Do you know what status Amber’s parents have given her?  Or will give her?  It would be a shame for you to not convert her like your coach wants and she gets converted because of a school policy.  Not to mention the cash you would get if you converted her today”

What I didn’t tell him was that I already had a buyer in mind for Amber, Coach Watson had called in earlier today about his players might be bringing in their girl friends “And fuck toys”, to use his term.  I was expecting older, but what ever.  What I’m not telling Meric is how much Amber is worth, so I can let him “haggle” me up to a higher price.

“Please Meric, don’t do this.  I’ve got more to offer to you than Coach Watson does”

I look at Meric “You think she’s going to get you in to college?  Most of Coach Watson players get some sort of scholarship.  Just saying.”

Meric looks at Amber, then back to me “How much is she worth to you”

I look at her.  She’s worth 2 grand easy.  “How does $600 sound to you?”\

“Fifteen hundred”


“Miss I’m warning you another such out burst and I will be forced to take action against you.  A qualified person of personal contact has requested your conversion and is in negotiations for your conversion. By law I am now allowed to apply what ever level of non lethal force I need.  Now Be Silent.”

I turn back to Meric.  “How does nine hundred work for you?”

“Twelve Hundred”

“How about we say a grand even.  Cash money”

“Deal”  “Deal”

As we conclude the negotiations Amber turns and starts to run towards the door, not knowing that it was locked.    I pull out my taser and fire it at her.  She goes down like a ton of bricks.  I push the button a couple more times,  she twitches but is out for the count.  “Would you mind putting her in the holding cage while I get your money sir?”

A rental work slave

Ring Ring

“Hello, this is Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you today?”

“This is Connie Norris with Norris’s House Painting and I need to rent a slave or two for a big rush job I’ve got.   You got any that might be able to use a roller on a stick?”

We don’t get many calls for renting slaves, but it is something we do.  “Yeah, I’ve got a few that might work for you.  Rental rates are one hundred per day, but if she is not in the same or better condition when you return her, or you keep her for more than two weeks your card will be charged the full amount for the slave.

“That sounds like a deal.  I’ll be by to pick her up in a few hours.”

“That’s fine, we are open 24 hours and the time you pick her up is the time she needs to be returned by, for day count reasons.”

Two for Pickup

Two for Pickup

Ring Ring!

“Hello, thanks for calling Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you today?”

“I’ve got two daughters that I would dearly love to get rid of, but I really don’t have much time today to deal with them.  Can you help a fellow out?  I’ve got them tied up with duct tape right now, but that’s not going to last much longer and I’ve got a flight to get on.”

“Well, give me your address and I’ll send some one over right now to pick them up.”



Look what I got!

The New Toy

“Tanya! Come look at what I got!”

“I don’t want to see yet another set of shoes, Kari.”

“It’s not shoes, and I think you will like it, it cleans house and does the dishes.”

“You bought a romba and a dishwasher?”

“No silly, come into the living room”

“You bought a slave?  How could you afford that?  I mean the tax alone is $250.00”

“Well, for founders day at work they were giving out surprise gifts, ranging from $100.00 at the local taco truck to the grand prize of a slave from Spellbook Slaves.  I pulled the grand prize!”

“Why is she gagged and in bondage?”

“Well, I asked for one that wasn’t fully broke in yet, so you and I could practice on her for our mistress classes, which I also scored discounts for”


A teacher mistress breaks a teacher slave.

Flogged Teacher

“Mr. West! You need to go to Mistress Hanson’s room.  She’s got Ms. Wilkins chained to that flogging ladder of hers and and is flogging the shit out of her.”

“1 demerit for language…  But I’ll go see what she is up to.”

I walk down the hall to Vivian’s room.  As I get closer I hear whip cracks and a voice counting out strokes.   As I enter the room I see “Mistress Hanson” aka Vivian Hanson flogging Julia Wilkins, aka a math teacher here at Tesla Prep.

“Ah, Vivian, why are you flogging Julia right now?”  Never hurts to start off slowly.


<Fifty Seven my lady>

“I’m not”.  <SMACK>

<Fifty Eight my lady>

“Sure looks like it to me.”

“Nope, I’m flogging TS-001”

Ah, the old “not her name” trick.  I’ve used it a few times my self.  “OK, so why are you flogging Tango Sierra Zero Zero One then?”

“Because I can and  I want to.  To be more exact, because I want to and I was asked by Cory Welch to do so.”

“Cory Welch, you mean the dean of students ask you to flog the 10th grade math teacher?”

“Why, yes, that is exactly what I mean.”

“Care to expand on that a little?”

“Sure.  I need a break any way.  Don’t forget where we left off there slave, or I will start over on you.”

Vivian turns to me.  “Well, the long or the short version”.

“As long as needed”

“Well, then.  It seems that the board has decided to buy up any SINO slaves that happen to be on the staff.  We offered 120% of their retail value to their current owners and they become TS or Teacher Slaves.  She just happened to be the first, hence the zero zero one bit.  Mr. Welch asked me to break her into her new position and status this morning, so I’m trying to break her.”  Let me get back to what I was doing before she recovers too much.”


<Fifty Nine my lady>

OK, off to see my least favorite person in the world, the dean of students.

“Cory , did you tell Vivian to flog the skin off of Julia Wilkins this morning and don’t play games with names, I mean TS-001.”

“Well, not really,  I told her to break her into her new status.  I assumed she would speak to her and like that.”

“Well, no.  She’s not doing that.  She’s flogging her with a single tail, right across Julia’s tits.  She had gotten to the high 50’s when I came in and talked to her.  She still doing it, I suspect, unless the count was only to 60 or so.”

“Let’s go see what is going on then.  Sound like I need to take a personal look at this.”


<Seventy five my lady>

Oh, Dean Welch, I didn’t know you were coming down here today. As you can see I have this under control.

“Yes, I can see that.  Care to show me what you are doing?”

“Of course Cory.  What I am doing is giving her 100 strokes across her belly and tits.  Like this…”


<Seventy six my lady>

“Stop that for a minute.  Do you have any students that need to work off some demerits?”

“Why, yes I do Dean.  Megan Lynch, please present your self to the dean to work off your demerits.”

“She was scheduled for 20 lashes after school today, but I suspect she will do you just fine.”

Working off demerits

“Oh, yes, this is good. Go on with what you were doing Mistress Hanson…”


<Seventy Seven my lady>


<Seventy Eight my lady>

Well, crap.  This is getting just a bit out of hand.  I’m supposed to be the one torturing women and girls and getting head from random school girls.  Might need to see the board about this.  Of course Vivian does have a Mistress license and Julia was a SINO that found out that given enough money, the “In Name Only” part of SINO might turn into “for reals”.

“Well, you guys have fun, I’ve got a set of test to grade…”


<Seventy Nine my lady>

First things First

OK, First things First. Need to get my rocks off. I check the current standings of the girls in my Mistress Class. Cynthia Little. Looks like she’s my rock tosser. Also looks like she is next weeks snuff demo unless her grades come up a lot.

“Cynthia take your top off and come here and blow me.”

“Why Mr. West?”

“Because if your grades don’t come up by 25% by this time next week I’m going to live spit you as a demo that you don’t need big tits to make a good spit roast.”

“Yes Mr. West, I just wanted to know….”

“Less talk, more suck.”

OK, do I want to go to the board about my contract or not.  There is no telling about how the board will react to request to clarify a contract.  Hell, they might even cancel my contract, which would result in not getting as many school girl blow jobs.  Can’t have that.




Blow for bucks.

Blow for Bucks.

“Welcome to “Blow for Bucks”, the game show where five blowjobs in fifteen minutes can gain you fifty thousand dollars.”

“Well, Mark, who is the first player today?”

“John, we have  Sarah Moody, a house wife from Eastlake.  According to her husband this is a great chance to make the most of her limited skill set.”

“Well, we will see about that, now.  Let me go over the rules for Blow for Bucks.  It’s simple, the player starts with a line of 5 men, all fully erect, and has to make each one cum in her mouth, using nothing but her mouth.  She has fifteen minutes to do this, which really is pushing the clock.  If she finishes, she gets fifty grand.  If she fails she is sold into slavery.  The worse she does on the line up, in terms of number finished determines  what sort of slavery she is sold into.  Now, what she doesn’t know is  while all of the men have taken Viagra, at one might also be on Effexor, which has the nasty side effect of causing delayed orgasms in men.”

“And there is the starting bell John.  She’s really going to town on the first guy, deep throating like a pro.   You know if he’s the one on Effexor, she’s going to be a spit roast, because let me tell you, it will take all 15 minutes to get him off.  Oops, spoke to soon, looks like he’s not the one.  She’s moved on to the 2nd, and is doing the butterfly lick and now she’s back to deep throating.

“Well, Mark she’s not getting him off as fast as the first one, this could be the ringer.  Let’s go to the close up to see.  No, that’s either a lot of spit or some precum dribbling off her chin.   And there he goes, that’s 2 down in in 4 minutes, moving on to number 3.”

“Well, John, I’ve got Floyd Moody, Sarah’s husband with me now.  How do you feel about your wife blowing some 5 men in 15 minutes?”

“Mark, to be honest, I’m more than a little turned on by it.  I know she can do it, she’s done it several times before, including the tape that they wanted us to send in.  The little whore is a quite good cock sucker, I’ll give her that”.

“Little whore?  That an odd thing to call your wife…”

“Well, if the overpriced shoe fits, wear them suckers.  What she doesn’t know is she going to be slaved out regardless of if she wins or not.  If she win, I’ll get the 50 Grand and her sale price will go way up as a winner, I’ve seen the numbers, and if she doesn’t well, she graded as A prime, so I’ll get that much at least.”

“Well, that’s a surprise twist I didn’t see coming, How is the soon to be slave doing now John?”

“Well, Mark, she’s finished number 3 and is moving on to number 4, she’s got 8 minutes on the clock left.  If this was a fair game she might just make it.  Tell Floyd about the possible ringer there.”

“You don’t need to tell me about it, I know about the Effexor, that’s part of the reason she’s doing it this, instead of one of the whip shows, I know she can take 50 lashes in 10 minutes, I’ve done that, this is my dream, seeing her degrade herself for a lost cause.”

“Well, it must be number 5 or she’s damn good with the deep throat, she just finished the 4th guy and has 5 minutes on the clock.”

“4 minutes 30”

“4 minutes”

“3 minutes 30”

“3 minutes”

“2 minutes 30”

“2 minutes.  Looks like she’s in trouble.  Look at her head bob, there Mark.”

“I see it there John, she’s down to 30 seconds…   15 seconds …. 10 seconds…   Wait!  She done it!, he just blasted across her face!  What do you think about that Floyd?”

“Well,  I’m glad I get the 50 thousand,  and I’ve already got a bidding war going on for her, looks like her slave price is going to add at least another 8 grand, I’d call this a win-win.  I need to make a call to Spellbook Slaves!”

Blow for Bucks

Welcome to the 2nd heat in Blow for Bucks today!  I’ve just been informed that the ringer was not in the first group, which make this next one almost a given that she is going to lose.  So the question is does she fail early enough, like on the 1st or 2nd cock, to earn a spit, or does she make it to the just be sold as a failed suck slave.   Who do we have this time, Mark?”

“Well, John, we’ve got Jacqueline Ryan, a single student at Eastlake University.  In her tryout tape, she did 5 guys in less than 10 minutes, so if there isn’t a Effexor ringer in the batch, she should do well. And the bell just went off.  She’s on the first guy and doing the lot of tongue on the head of the cock thing.  I always like that.”

“Me too Mark, me too.  Wait, she doing deep throat now, this could be a game changer.”

“Well, Mark, she’s 3 minutes in now, and still on the first one.  Not sure what to say, other than “I think we found the ringer”,  Effexor might make your brain chemistry right, but it does it to your balls.”

“Well, technically it would be to the whole system, not just the balls.  They are still studying the effect as to find a way around it, John”

Did you just `mansplain`  ` I can’t cum ` to me there Mark?”

“<laughs>I guess I did<laughs>”

“Any rate, balls or system or both, she’s still on the first guy and is about 4 and half minutes in, it’s not looking good for Jacqueline, there Mark.  Care to take a side bet on her making it?”

“Right now, with her being 5 minutes in on the first guy?  I don’t think so there John.”

“She’s moving on to the second guy,  and has signaled that she will  return to the first after she finishes him.  Is that a legal move Mark?”

“I’m not sure, John.  They have stopped the clock and she has been told to stop sucking while the judges decide if that is legal.  And it’s been ruled not legal, she has to return to the first guy with the clock set at 6 minutes in.”

“You know Mark, I feel for the guys that aren’t on Effexor in the line up, I mean this is just asking for blue-balls.”

“Well, it’s a little know fact that the fluffers that got them hard will finish the job if need be.”

“Well, it was a little known fact, everybody knows it now.”

“Well, yeah, it’s not like it’s a state secret that they have fluffers for this show.
And she spent half the time of the first guy.  Either she sucks at sucking or he’s on Effexor.”

“Seven minutes left”

Six and minutes and 30 seconds.  Wonder how she’s going to taste after being spit roasted?”

“Bit early to say that, she might,  Wait she, no, she just stopped for a breath, she’s back on the guy.  Doesn’t look good for her”

“Six minutes left and she hasn’t gotten the first guy off yet.  If he’s not the Effexor ringer, I don’t know about her skills.  They look OK from here, but you got to wonder, I mean nine minutes, more or less of deep throat and he hasn’t gotten off yet?  It’s not like she’s doing the slow edging thing with him, she wants him to get off and he’s primed to go.”

“Five minutes left”

“Four minutes 30”

“Four minutes.  There is no way she’s getting out of this free, and alive might be a question for her.”

“Three and half, but look at her go, I haven’t seen a head bob like that this side of a Russian Porno.”

“Three minutes”

“Two and half”

“Two minutes on the clock”

“90 seconds”

“1 minutes”

“30 seconds”

“And that is it.  Jacqueline is a slave, the only question is where they are going to sell her to.”

“Oh, wait!  Is that Sarah Moody coming on the stage?  She’s going to be the relief for the other guys.  What a trooper!”

Snuffed for Bucks

“I’ve just been given a notice from the production staff, that Austin Baker, Jacqueline’s first and only cocks-man, was not on Effexor, he just and I quote here “did square roots in my head, I can do that for hours” , so yeah, she sucked at sucking.  I’ve also got a notice that The Snuff Channel bought her and is going to snuff her live on stage while Sarah brings off the men that  Jacqueline could not.  Looks like a simple noose slow snuff.   Want to make a bet about Sarah bringing off the guys before Jacqueline snuffs out?”

Well, no not really, but let’s be honest, a girl in college that can’t suck to save her life, do we really need to keep her alive?  I don’t thinks so, and I, for one, am damn glad to see her get the noose she so powerfully earned tonight.



National Ginger Association’s annual slave sale.

Ginger 1 – Patti
Ginger 2 – Bobbie
Ginger 3 – Mattie
Ginger 4 – Bethany

Afternoon shift, Spellbook Slaves

“How may I help you ladies?”

“We are with the National Ginger Association and it’s time for our annual fund raiser.  We would like to be sold as slaves, with 50% of the profit going to the  NGA.”

“I think I can do that.  I need to see some ID and you need to fill out some papers for me.”


So I take their ID and run them against the state database.  Patti Reese ,Bobbie Lowe, Mattie Benson, Bethany Stanley all come back as free women eligible for conversion.  I process their ID and pay the tax.

“OK ladies, you are now slaves.  Any hint as to where you want to be sold to?”

“As long as it’s not to a snuff movie studio or an alternate meat store, no, I don’t care” says Patti.   Mattie and Bethany both node their heads, “What she said”.

Bobbie says “I don’t care, even if it is a snuff places,   In fact I’d rather you have me snuffed as long as it’s meaningless.  I don’t want to be part of some one else’s great day, so no snuff as a part of a wedding or something like that.  Just snuff me…”

“OK I can do that.  With or with out torture?”

With Torture

“I get a choice? With then.”

I make a phone call.  “Yeah,  Forrest, this is Mike at Spellbook Slaves.  Got a special for you.  The NGA, that’s the redhead group, not ones with guns, yeah, they are having their  yearly slave sale fund raiser and one of them wants to be snuffed, in private, with torture….  I don’t know about that, let me ask”.

“How do you feel about it being  a snuff film, or is that too public?”

Bobbie shrugs “I’m just a slave, do with me as you will.”

“Ok Forrest, a snuff film is good to go.  Let’s talk price, and bear in mind this is tax deductible.  She’s a redhead, duh, with good size tits and a nice ass.  Also seems to have a death wish, but that should be a plus for you.  Seven grand?  Cool,  I’ll take that.  Make the normal payments and I’ll deliver you to your studio.”

“Well Bobbie, you just earned the NGA three and a quarter grand, after my cut and taxes are paid. Let’s see what we can do with the rest of you.  How would feel about being sold as a group to a blowjob club?”

Ginger Face Fuck

Bethany says “That would be fine, but don’t those places have a fairly high number of deaths to their girls every day”

“Not every day, at least not now anyway, but yeah, there are guys that really get off on killing a girl as she gives head.  Girls that give good enough head don’t normally get put on the “black collar” lists, but if you are a good cock sucker you can live, well, longer than Bobbie is going to.  Most leave the club by being bought by a customer that really likes the way they give head.  Want me to make a call to Suckers or not?”

The three talk among them selves for a while “It’s not like we can stop you now, but yeah, that seems like the best idea right now.”

I make another call  “Yeah, Lynette, this is Mike as Spellbook Slaves.  Got a set of gingers that want to be sold to you.  Yeah, it’s that time of year, and no you can’t get the 4th, she going to be tortured and snuffed.  Her idea really.  Yeah, these would be tax deductible  expenses.   Not sure why the National Ginger Association is a classified as a charity, but they are.  The last one went for seven grand, what about making it twenty grand for the three and call it a day.   You can do that?  Cool.   I’ll send them by as soon as my truck gets back from it’s current run.”

“So girls, I hope you know how to give good head, because, at least for a while, your life depends on it.”