Spellbook Slaves, very early morning shift.
The door chime goes off.
“Hello? Is anyone here?”
Damn it. I was just about to face fuck a slave.
“I’ll be out in a flash” I call out to the customer. “And I’ll do you later” I tell the slave.
“Sorry about that, had an issue with a slave that needed attention. How may I help you this fine morning?”
“My name is Nina Mason, and these are my daughters Ceili and Laura. I need to sell them off today. I’ve had it with them.”
“Mom, you don’t need to do this, really there are better ways, we can go to counseling as a family…”, Ceili says.
“Mother, please think about what you are doing, making us slaves isn’t something that you should do just because you are mad at us.”, Laura adds.
“Be quiet, you two, the grown-ups are talking. And I’ve had just about a much from you as I’m going to take. This last month has been more than I’m willing to take from you two”.
Ceili is a big breasted brunette that I note has wet spots over her nipples. Laura is an even bigger breasted brunette. Big enough that I have a good idea that if Issac sees her, she will be one of his play-toys, even if her tits are real, not implants. He and Sheila have expanded their tastes in snuff slaves.
“Ah, Ms. Mason, I’m not sure if I can take Ceili, she looks to be lactating…”
“Why would that matter? I’m her mother and I want to sell her, should be straightforward enough. Or is there something I don’t know about the slave laws?”
“Mom, please I’m begging you, he even says he can’t take me” says Ceili.
“I didn’t say that, just you’re well, are leaking milk, which normally is a red flag on conversions because it normally means you are either pregnant or the mother of an infant child. Let me check what the state database says about you…”
“Mother, please don’t do this, I’ll pay for the counseling, just don’t do this”, Laura quietly pleads.
I dive into the state slaving board’s website, and go to the status search. Both are listed as a free woman, and don’t have a disqualifying flag set for either pregnant or mother of a minor child. Odd. While I can’t do anything about the possibility of a child that the state doesn’t have registered, which is highly unlikely in this day and age, I can check for pregnancy.
“OK, the state slave board says you are both convertible, but they might not know if you are pregnant, so can I have you ladies fill these cups with pee? I need it to check your status. Please use that restroom and go in one at a time.”
Ceili goes in first. A few moments later, she returns. With the pee sample. I watched her on the CCTV set up in the restroom, and yes, it was her pee, not a smuggled in sample of someone else. Of freaking course, we have a CCTV camera in the ladies room, need to make sure that pee samples are from the female that says they are. I would just have them pee in the front of the desk, but they are, at that point, free women, normally, and there are complaints about privacy. Like that matters. So we have a tiny hidden camera over the toilet and every one is happy. The women being tested think they have privacy, and we have a record of them giving a sample for evidence reasons.
I label the samples and pull out two “Slave-Or-Not” kits and dip them in the pee. All the tests come back as green, meaning they aren’t on drugs, which is only relevant for a volunteer, and neither of them is pregnant.
“OK, everything looks OK from here, but I can’t but help to notice that Ceili is, well, leaking. Is she really lactating?”
“Yes, she is. The doctor changed her birth control pills and she started up. And the little whinny bitch wants to buy all new bras because she’s gotten a bit bigger. Like I would spend money on her. I have other things to spend money on”.
The explains it.
“Well, as it happens, we have a couple of standing orders for slaves that are lactating, which are quite a bit higher than she would normally bring. The downside, if you take it one of them, is she will have a fairly short life as a Hucow.”
“Hucow? I don’t know what that means”?
“Human Cow, she will be hooked up to a milk machine twice or three times a day and milked. Once her production drops below a given level, they will sell her to a human butcher, who will, well, depending on what she looks like then, either live spit her or just snuff her and cut her up for parts. The second standing order offers less money, however, with that one she will be used as a wet nurse. Once a slave stops producing with them, they generally sell her to the open market, which tends to have a longer life span attached to it.”
“Talk to me about this dairy, what sort of conditions would she be kept in?”
I bring up the dairy’s website. “Much like this.” as I show her one of their images of the hucow herd.
“So literally like a cow.”
“More or less, not sure what they do when they aren’t being milked, but I suspect it’s being kept in a small cage or stall”
“Why is that 3rd cow wearing fishnets?”
I’m somewhat amused by the fact that Ms. Mason has already changed her view of hucows from “female humans” to “cattle”. This does not bode well for Ceili.
“Oh, they get fucked as part of the processing, I suspect that her, ah, fucker, wanted them on her”.
“So in addition to being treated like the animal she is, she gets rapped? Often, like daily?”
“Well, they are slaves, so it’s not raped in a legal context, but yeah, basically. I also understand that part of the herd is used as part of a fetish whorehouse, for those guys that like the idea of fucking a lactating women. Or like the idea of fucking a soon-to-be snuffed woman, or for that matter, a cow.”
“So she would be a whore and a cow. I like that. Talk to me about price. Did you say there was another option”?
“Well, if I sell her to the dairy, you would get about six grand and four and half grand if I sell her to the wet nurse company. Either of those is quite a bit more than she would normally bring, assuming she doesn’t have any other skills that are in demand right now.”
“Mom, I’ve got skills, have then check my school records plus I’ve got some medical training… Please don’t do this to me.” Ceili is near tears pleading with her mother.
“Medical training, like being an EMT or LPN?” I ask.
“EMT” says Ceili.
“EMT Sir, I told you to have respect to men.” snaps Ms Mason.
“Yes, mother, EMT Training Sir”.
I check the skill database. EMT training adds about a grand to her price.
“Well, that brings would bring her non hucow price up to about a two grand and half.”
“If I sell her to the dairy, how long would she live?”
“Depends on how long she stays wet. I understand they put them on a menu that includes some special hormones to keep the hucows producing, but off the top of my head I would put it at three years, tops”.
“So, if I sell her to the dairy, she dies in about 3 years, more or less, but if I sell her on the open market? How long would she live then”?
“Well, a slave is snuffed every 19 seconds, but that is countrywide. Being snuffed is the single largest cause of slave deaths, but still most don’t get snuffed right away.”
“Mom, please, no, don’t do this” Ceili begs.
Ms. Mason looks at Ceili. “Sell her to the dairy. I hope you dry up while you still have a good enough figure to be spit roasted. What about Laura?”
“I can offer you a grand and a half for her, assuming she doesn’t have any skills I need right now. I might warn you that I have a regular customer who likes to take large breasted women and torture them to death.”
“Oh, really? Can you let him know you have one available”?
“Our contract with him and his wife is that we notify him if any slaves come it that meet their criteria, and Laura does.”
“Thank you for that. So $7,500 for the pair, that’s more than I expected.”
“Can I have their ID, please? I need to scan them into the system so I can convert them to slave status.”
Ms. Mason produce their ID and hand them over.
“Mom, you don’t have to do this…” says Ceili
“Mother, please, don’t do this” says Laura
“Be quiet you two, I’m speaking to this man.”
“But you heard him, they are going to kill me as soon as I dry up”.
“Whatever, that can’t be soon enough.”
Laura just looked glum. “You want them to sell me to a man that tortures women to death? Why Mother, for the love of God, why?”
“You both should have listened last month when I said I was getting tired of your shit. I’ve had quite enough from you.”
After scanning the ID, and entering the data from the test kits, “OK this is your last chance, you can back out now if you want”, I say with my finger over the enter key.
“I want to do this. Can I push the button?”.
I hand her over the keyboard, where she pushes the enter key and a few seconds later her daughters’ status changes from “Free” to “Slave”.
“Do you want cash, a check or a preloaded debit card for them?”
“A card will be fine.”
I dink around with the machine and hand her a debit card with the $7,500 on it. “You will need to call the number on the back to activate the card, but thereafter, it’s as good as cash in most places.”