This is a classic WSA 2000 story. It doesn’t fit in current canon, but could with minor tweaks. Slight edit
So, it’s the next day. I’m trying to recover from 4 blow jobs in 8 hours. I’m wondering if this will be a regular thing if I do go full-time at the school. There are worse things to deal with.
The door rings, I look up and there is a drop-dead gorgeous brunette coming in. She, once she gets into the room, she pulls her top off.
“So rate me”.
“A+, Live Roaster Endorsement, Prime”
“And that means?”
“It means that when your husband sells you, it’s highly likely that you will be dead with in the week, in some sort of painful way. There is a large market for watching women like you die in great pain.”
“That’s what I thought. What would happen if I was sold here?”
“We would add you to our sex slave rental stable, and you would get fucked at $150.00 a pop all day long. There is also a market for fucking women that look like you. I suspect you know that.”
“Of course I know it. I also know that my darling husband had visited slaver websites, uploading naked photos of me and asking for bids. Fuck shops aren’t bidding as much as the ‘kill the bitch’ shops.”
“No, they don’t. At least not now. A few years ago, there was a rush on buying sex slaves, but that died out. At least the fad of doing live spits has at least slowed down. I’ll grant that if I had bought you at my last place of work, you would be a live spit.”
“Would that be ‘Hills Fine Meat’ that you used to work at?”
“That would be the case. Granted it’s possible you would have been snuffed some other way, but with your body type, you would be a spit roast 85% of the time.”
“Even if I have a 95% rating on all three holes?”
“Yeah, if you are in a snuff shop, they don’t really care how good you fuck, at least not unless you are being killed while you get fucked. Why did you get tested?”
“My husband, then my boyfriend, had me and my sister tested. He said he would marry whoever scored higher. I beat her by 10 points on average. I got lots of practice when I was in Delta Delta Delta.”
You were a Tri-Delt? How did you avoid being enslaved? That sorority gets mass converted damn near every year.
“I was an officer during a year they only took the 2nd year girls, then the next year they took the pledge class. I saw the writing on the wall and got out. Just in time because that semester they snuffed all the officers on the weekend of the homecoming game. Don’t remember what their stated reason was, but I’m sure I would have been in violation of it along with the rest. Tri-Delts taste like pork, by the way, What do I need to do to stop being a snuff pig?”
“Volunteer at a non-snuff shop or file a complaint against your husband for abuse. I’d be careful about the last because if you end up going to court, when he is found innocent, you get converted, and as a general rule, the state sells to the highest bidder, which in your case…”
“Snuffed out for someone’s sick kicks”
“Yeah”
“OK, make me a slave. If I go home, I’m a trophy wife made into a spit muffin to make a car down payment.”
Well, I don’t know about her fuck skills, much less her anal skills, but I can vouch for her cocksucking. She’s going to make us a ton of money and I get half of it. Good start for the day.