The new slave collars.

Early morning in July  — Spellbook Slaves

OK, we used to use slave collars to keep slaves in line, but they got expensive, so we quit using them. A new company has come out with a set that doesn’t have all the bells and whistles that the old ones do, so we are going to try them out.  They’re just Wi-Fi, not GPS and satellite internet enabled with allowed routes options like the top of the line models have.  IPV6, so there are plenty of addresses for them, so we can have more than 255 collars.  Sort of cheap, $25 each so we can put them on all our slaves, even low-rated ones are worth more than that.  Controlled by either a remote control or by a phone app.  They have a variable shock level, ranging from mild “don’t do that” level up to full on Taser to the neck. Have a snuff option as well, if we need that.

 

Just then, a pair of very attractive women comes in.  Just looking at them, I know that they are at least grade A. I hope they are here to volunteer.  Could always use a couple of grade A sex slaves.

Welcome to Spellbook Slaves, how can We help you today ladies?  Care to volunteer today?

Sure, we’d like to volunteer to be sex slaves

We can do that for you! Have you been sex tested?  Even though you look like a sex slave, if you’re not tested, you can’t be one.  And you require high scores to really make it as a sex slave.  

Yeah, and rated at over 90 in all holes.  Even got a high score in hand jobs, didn’t like the ass test, taking it up the ass is for the gays and their toys.

That’s good! That makes you prime sex slave material.

Yeah, we figure it’s better to have sex a lot, even if that means taking it up the ass, than to really work for a living, being an office worker is so boring! We like sex, it’s like our favorite thing, so we figured we could volunteer to be a sex slave and stop working for a living.  Didn’t want to just be street walkers, that’s too dangerous. We tried getting a job at the brothels in town, but they said they only use slaves and even if we were converted, they didn’t think they had the budget for us.  So we must be perfect to be sex slaves.  Only a rich man could buy us!  Perfect for us!

On hearing this, I take an immediate dislike to them. Don’t like uppity sluts, and these two define uppity. They don’t know this, but they are snuff bunnies waiting to be snuffed. I might be in a bad mood this morning, which is bad news for this pair of sluts, might be the heat.  It’s 98 and climbing.  The AC is trying, but isn’t quite up to the task. Makes me cranky.  I try not to take it out on staff, but slaves, yeah they get it.

Let me see your ID so I can tell whether you are convertible or not.  Who knows, you might have been secretly converted by your family!

The soon-to-be snuff bunnies hand over their ID.  I checked against the state database, it indicates that they are free women, in convertible status. Good.

OK, you seem OK as far as the state goes, but I need to check if you are pregnant or on drugs right now.  Please fill these sample bottles to the line on the cup and bring them back to me.  Use the restroom behind you and go in one at a time, please.

They return with the samples, and they are checked with the “Slave or Not” test kit.  They come back as clean and not pregnant. Of course, these test kits have a failure rate, but it’s very low and normally leans towards false positives. I enter their data into the state database, marking them as converted. I almost fill in the killed field, but I decide to wait on that until I know they have been killed. 

OK, you don’t seem to be pregnant or on any drugs that would disqualify you.  Please strip and face this camera.

The slave grading system takes their photo and grades them both as A prime, which sort of surprises me, the blonde’s tits don’t seem to be A-prime material.  Not enough for me to override the machine, however.  A-prime status in the past would have meant a quick trip to the spitting machine or other public snuff, but the market for spitting slaves is almost non-existent now. It’s the wrong time of year for public park snuffs.  That’s a spring and fall thing.  No one wants to get out in the heat or cold, even if it’s for a hot slut getting snuffed.  And even in good weather, they aren’t as popular as they used to be.  People are getting jaded, it seems.  24 years of female slavery and several TV channels and streaming services showing snuffs will do that.  Hell, I’ve got a snuff show, and I’m not really a kill shop.  

You are both slaves now, with a sex slave status requested.  You both score high on the appearance scale, which means you can have some of your market value given to a person of your choice.  Do you have anyone you want to get a thousand or so?  Boyfriend, girlfriend, parents, school trust fund, anybody?

No, not really.  Don’t have any significant others, we’re just sort of into each other, most of the boys have been one-night stands with the two of us or big orgies. We would rather our parents not know what happened to us, make them think we have been kidnapped or something.  Make them file a missing person report and all that if they even care.  It’s not like they don’t have a dozen other brats to keep track of.

I think to myself, the first thing the police do when they get a missing person for a young girl is to check the slave register if they do anything.  Girls out of school and their parents’ home, even 20—something white ones, aren’t high on the go looking for them scale.  It’s assumed that they have been converted.  I decide not to tell them this.  Their parents will find out soon enough that they were slaves and might have been snuffed, maybe, if they ask the right people.  If they ask soon enough and their daughter hasn’t been eaten or otherwise disposed of, they might get the body back for a funeral.  Doesn’t happen often, but it’s been known to happen.  Like Blondie said, parents aren’t concerned about daughters once they leave the home much.  Well, some step-father do, but that’s because they are fucking them.  A good chunk of our business is based on step-fathers converting early 20 something in to play toys.  Some fathers as well, but that’s not quite as common.

OK, your choice. Please put on these collars and click them shut.

The slaves put the collars on. The collars automatically resize to the slave’s neck, making a snug fit, insuring that the electrodes are in contact with the back of their neck. Let’s call Hill’s and see if they need a spit rider or two. Hill’s has got a new spit technique that almost guarantees that the bitch will live long enough to die from the fire, which is about what I want for this pair. 

“Bernard, this is Mike.  Do you have an opening for a pair of spit roasts?  I’ve got a pair of A primes now.”

Spit roasts?  We didn’t volunteer to be spitted!  We’re sex slaves! You even said that yourself!

Be quiet slut! 

I trigger the mid-range shock to both of them. They grab the collar and let out a scream.  Didn’t knock them off their feet, however.

“Hold on, Bernard. I have to tell some sluts the facts of life”.

You’re rated at A-prime.  People have wanted to see your type get snuffed for years.  I’m asking Bernard at Hill’s Fine Meat if they need a spit roast or two.  I hope they do.  Unfortunately, it’s not the right time of year for public park snuff shows, so I’m not even gonna check that.  Now shut up, or I’ll snuff you myself, you would look almost as good air dancing with a rope around your neck!  Not even gonna record it, make it pointless. Your type of gold digging slut deserves nothing better than that.

“What?  You don’t?  For 3 weeks?  OK, can you hold them until then? OK, then.  Thanks! I’ll deal with them myself”.

Hill’s meat doesn’t need a spit roast for at least 3 weeks and doesn’t have room for you in their holding pens and like I said it’s the wrong time of year for public park snuff shows. I’ll deal with you myself.  

This is a waste of two A primes, but what the hell, A primes are common, not super common, but we get a couple a week and I need to test these collars.  Might as well be on this pair of sluts. 

OK, Vicky, I’m gonna let you decide.  Like I said, both of these collars have a snuff option.  I’m gonna trigger them one at a time, and you decide which one we should use from now on.  They both have variable shock effects, but only one has a lethal shock, the other is explosive.

What!  You can’t do that!  We are sex slaves!  With high scores!  A rich man would really like us!  If you don’t get a sale for us after a couple of days, you can sell us to a brothel, even if it’s discounted!  Please don’t snuff us!

No, I said you were entered as sex slaves status requested.  Not the same thing as actually being a sex slave. And I really want to see you snuffed.  You pissed me off with your too good for work attitude.  Slaves don’t get attitudes like that.  This way your death is pointless but not a total waste, I get to check out the new collars and see if they work. No one apart from us is going to see you die, and I assure you we don’t care.  Blonde bitch, you’re about to get your head blown off.  Bye Bye.

I trigger the explosive collar.

<BAM>

The blonde’s head is blown off her body in a bloody mess. Her body collapses to the ground, spraying blood everywhere.  Vicky and the counter gets covered in it.  The red-headed slave stares in shock. Vicky and Thomas aren’t much better.  My dick gets hard.

Damn. I would have thought that the explosion would have cauterized the wound.  Oh well, we know it works.  Red it’s to bad you’re a cunt, I’d almost like to fuck you, I got very hard watching your girlfriend get blown apart, but I don’t have time.  Bye Bye Red. 

I trigger the collar.  She collapses to the ground screaming, having full-body spasms, and clawing the collar.  After about 10 seconds, she stopped having spasms.  I damn near cum in my pants.  Need to get a slave’s mouth soon.

Check if she’s dead Thomas.

She’s dead boss.

OK Vicky which would you rather we use?

Oh my God, you just killed them!

Well, yeah, I needed to test the collars.  Would you rather I used you as one of the test subject?

Well, if you put it that way, no, but they were A prime!  You could have sold them for a lot of money!  We get men asking for sex slaves almost every day!

Yeah, but they had a bad attitude, thinking they were too good to work and thought they could get an easy life as a slave.  Now which collar should we use?  The explosive one, which is fast and more or less painless, but makes a major mess. The electroshock one, which doesn’t seem to be painless and takes some time to take effect but doesn’t leave a mess and doesn’t technically ruin their meat like the explosive one does.  

Damn FDA and their slaughter rules.  Hanging, strangling, throat slicing, beheading with a blade, electrocution or, if checked for parasites, live spitting is all they allow. Need to talk to the slavers’ association about lobbying to get that changed.  Being shot should be allowed at least. 

Ah, OK, the electroshock one. I would rather not need to clean up messes.  Can I take my clothes off and take a shower? I’m covered in blood! I’ll work nude if I have to,

Nah, keep dressed and bloody on until the end of your shift.

But it might scare away volunteers!

I’m willing to take that risk. Take the redhead’s body to the cool room and call the normal butchers and sell it off. Take the blonde’s head and body, after it stops bleeding, to the biohazard disposal dumpster and call for a pickup. Then clean up the blood.  You can use a mop, you don’t have to lick it clean.   If you were any other slave, I’d have you lick it clean. But before you do all that, get me a blonde slave from the pens so that I can cum in her mouth.  I am maximum hard and ready to cum. I’d use you, but you’re a bloody mess right now, and I don’t want blood on my pants. Thomas, call Slave Controllers and order a couple of cases of the electrode collars and 5 of the explosives ones. I might want to watch a slut’s head get blown off again.