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Subject: {ASSM} A day at the front desk of Hill's Meat, 1:00-3:00 [snuff,Jessica 3000,WSA2000,bdsm,oral]
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After lunch, I return to the front desk.  A little after 1:00, a man
walks in.  "May I help you sir?"

"Oh, I hope so.  I just found out my bitch wife is planning on filing
divorce papers on me.  I'd rather not loose half of all I know to that
cunt."

"Well, I should be able to help you, assuming, of course, you both
meet the state slaving criteria.  May I have both your names and
social security numbers, please?"

"Sure Neil Cracraft, and the cunt's name is Allyson".,

I check the state database.  Allyson is show as being free, with Neil
as having right of conversion.  She's 25, married 3 years.  No flags,
so either she hasn't talked to an attorney yet, or her attorney is an
idiot, because the first thing a woman filing for divorce should do is
file an abuse complaint against her husband.  /Nothing listed.
Allyson is going to have a bad day.

"Well, sir, I have good news for you.  Assuming you can pass a drug
screen, it seems you can convert your wife.  You do understand that
all conversion done here at Hill's Slaves and Fine Meat is to meat
status, don't you?"

Neil nodded.  "Yeah, I went by Lilly's first.  They don't do enslave
to snuff conversions there, sent me here.  I want the bitch on a
stick."

"Well, sir, let us start, please fill this sample cup up to the red
line.  There is a restroom behind that door."

A few moments later, Neil returns.  I check his sample, and he is
clean.   After entering the data in to the database, I turn to him.
"OK, this is how it works here.  We will buy your wife from you, for
the express purpose of converting her to meat.  You have 2 options on
payment.  We can pay you our default generic amount, which is $500, or
you can be paid on her grade and weight.  Of course, we can't pay
based on grade and weight until she is either picked up or you deliver
her here.    Given that this is a conversion in lieu of divorce, I
suspect you will not be able to deliver her here.  We charge $75.00
for pickups, any where within the city limit of Eastlake, and a
mileage fee if out side of Eastlake."

He thought for a minute.  "I'll take grade and weight.  She still
pretty fucking hot, should be my better option.  You can pick her up
at Golden Fox tanning. I just dropped her off.  She is expecting me to
pick her up in an hour or so.  She doesn't know that I know that she
is filling."

Not my problem.  I check the status of the trucks on the road, and
find one that is both close and has an open transport slot.  "OK, sir,
I can have her picked up.  If you would just sign here and here, we
can start her conversion."  Neil signed.  "How long before she gets
picked up?"

"Just a moment, sir."

I typed a set of commands into the system, which basically sent a SMS
message to the work slave on the closest truck to call office.  I got
the call within 15 seconds.  Amazing what telling the work slaves that
missing messages would result in conversion to meat does to response
time.  After a few minutes conversation with the work slave and the
driver, I have established that they only have one open slot, which I
knew, and that they were about 5 minutes from the salon.

"Looks like we should have her here in less an hour."  "I'll wait",
Neil replied.

Neil went off to our waiting room where we have a video of the various
type of snuffing we do here, and a couple of work slaves to blow
customers who are waiting for longer periods of time.  The slaves
there know that if even one customer doesn't rate their oral skills as
at least "high", they will be in the next version of the torture and
snuff videos showing in the waiting room.

After a few minutes, the phone rang.  "Hill's Slave and Meat, can I
help you?"

"Ah. yes, my name is Albert Usher, and I' calling about an email I
received about my daughter Denise Usher."

"Yes sir, she was rated this morning as A Prime.  I informed her that
her legal guardian would be notified.  What questions do you have?"

"Well, let's start with why you graded her."

"Oh, that's simple, she wants to run for 'Queen of the Summer' at her
school, and Dutch Hall requires female royalty candidates to either be
student slaves, or have a valid meat grade.  Because she is a free
woman, she need to be graded."

There was a bit of a pause.  "So, tell me how many women get an 'A
Prime' grade? "

"For her age cohort, about one in 50, more or less.  For women from 18
to 36, which is the upper age for it, about 1 in 350, in total."

Longer pause.  "I see.  Do you really  have an outstanding order for
her body type?"

"Yes sir, we always have an open order for A Prime bodies.  The
current high bid for a brunette is, let me see, $12,549.00, plus tax,
of course.  If you chose to convert her, you would get 70% of that
price."

"I see. If I were to bring Denise down to your store, when would I get
payment?"

"We would cut you a check on the spot.  If you want cash, it would
take an hour or so."

"And what would Denise be used as?"

I checked the bidder.  "It appears the high bid is to 'High Concept
Marketing', which means, I suspect, that she would be used in some
sort of advertisement.  Given that they have bought, in the last 180
days, 7 from us, I suspect what ever type of ad they are making would
be terminal for her."

"Excuse me, I didn't quite follow that."

"It means she would be killed during the course of the ad, for what
ever product or service they are marketing for."

"I see.  What time do you close?"

"5:30 sir".

As soon as I had hung up with him, the door burst open, and I see
Shelia Dewberry being dragged into the store, by an attractive older
redheaded woman I took to be her mother.   Shelia is wearing a bikini
bathing suit, and her meat grade stamp is quite visible on her thigh.
The supposed Mrs. Dewberry arrives at the counter.

"What is the meaning of THIS" she screams, pointing at Shelia's meat
stamp.

"It's a Grade A meat stamp"

"And why is it on my daughter??"

"Because her school required her either to be a slave student or have
a current meat grade to be in the election for 'Queen of Summer'"

Mrs. Dewberry turned to Shelia and slapped her, hard.  "I told you YOU
WERE NOT TO DO ANY THING BUT SUMMER SCHOOL!"

I wonder how pissed she is?  Sheila doesn't have a LRE, but she still
is a redhead.  I like to see redheads on spits.   Let me see what I
can do.

"I take it. Mrs. Dewberry, that she has violated a rule of yours?"

"You could say that.  She is just out of control...."

"We could help you with that..."

"I don't know what to do any more...."

"Convert her.  As you know, she has a "Grade A", so she could make you
a nice chunk of change."

"Oh, no, I couldn't do that...."

"We also have a home BBQ package.  You could convert her and have her
spit roasted for a party at your own home."

"MOM!"Shelia screams out.  "It's no big deal, all the girls get
graded. I don't know why your making such a big deal out of it.  It's
not like I got sex graded again." Perfect.  Just what her hard
stressed mother needed to hear.

"AGAIN?" Mrs. Dewberry turned to her daughter, "What do you mean sex
graded AGAIN?"

Sheila looked back some what defiant.  "Last month, Ella, Sheila J.
and I got tested when they had a free one at the mall."

Hmm... If it was a real test, it would be in the slave database.  I
check it.  "That's right.  I see the record here.  She is rated at
over 85% on all three test.  95 on Oral skills."

Mrs. Dewberry's face turned as red as her hair.  Just what I thought
would happen.  She turned and faced her daughter, then turned and
faced me.  "What do I need to sign?"

"MOM!" screamed Sheila, now realizing that her freedom, if not her
life was in danger.

"Do you want to sell her to us, or have her your self?"

"Oh, I want her for all the neighbors to see.  If she can have herself
graded, she can have herself used."

"I see.  Do you want her with in the week or later?  I ask because
this makes a difference in the cost, due to the state taxes.  If you
have her converted to slave status, there is an additional 750 dollar
tax if she is processed as meat within 7 days.  If you have her
converted, but wait at least 8 days to have her processed, well, we
have special for that, with a total cost of $300.00.  If you want her
done today, or with in the week, it would be a grand, more or less."

Sheila started screaming "MOTHER, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"  *SLAP* "Yes, I
can.  You have pulled you last little stunt, with your friends.  I'm
going to call their mothers as soon as I get through her, see how they
feel about all this."  Mrs. Dewberry turned back to me "So, I assume I
have some papers to sign...."  As she said this Sheila turned and
started running towards the door.  I did two things.  The first was to
trigger the door lock, just in case.  The second was to pull out the
Taser from under the counter, and shoot the fleeing teen with it.  She
went down like a sack of potatoes.  I paged the pick up crew from the
back area to come get Sheila.  Turning back to her mother.  "Yes,
there are a few forms for you to fill out, and I'll need a drug screen
sample."  I passed her the sample cup and the freshly printed form.
"I've set these up for straight conversion.  This means that for at
least the next week, she will be used as a work slave here.  After
that, she will be added to our inventory as a possible alternate meat
source.  For the first 3 days of that time, you will have the right to
purchase her as part of that special I told you about.  After that
time, the flag comes off her file, and she is available on a first
come first server basis.   If she is purchased by a third party, you
will receive 70% of her pre tax sale price.  Now, if you would just
sign, and fill this cup to the line.  There is a ladies room behind
that set of doors".

She took the papers, looked at them for a moment, then signed.   "By
signing those, we now have the right to hold your daughter for up to 3
days, pending drug screen, in case there might be an issue with
that...."

"Oh, that will not be a problem, young man!"  She took the sample cup
and soon returned with it filled to the line.  As she said, no issues
with the drug screen.

"You said that you would use her as a work slave.  What does that
mean?"

"With her scores, it means, most likely that she will be used as a
suck slave in our waiting area, unless one of the graders decide to
use her as a helper."

"I'm sorry about the commotion she caused, but I really think I did
the right thing here..."

Yeah, keep thinking that, lady.  Odds are you are going to end up a
snuff slave.  Seems to be the common result of converting daughters.
Lots of fathers don't deal well with that.  Either way, not my
problem, and possibly some extra money.

Neil came out of the waiting area, looking like he had just gotten his
rocks off, several times.   He staggered up to the counter.  "Can I
make a deal here?"

"That depends Mr. Cracraft, on what the deal is."

"Look, the blonde Kashmir, she's just great.  I want to just do a full
up trade, my wife for her..."

"We can do that, however you will liable for the slave tax, each way.
That would work out to three hundred, for the tax, but it might be
more, depending on value differential  "

I started the paperwork for the exchange.  I printed it out "This is a
conversion, sale and purchase contract.  You basically are agreeing to
swap you wife for Slave known as Kashmir.  If there is more than 400
dollars difference in the value of the two slaves, the owner of the
lower priced slave must pay the difference."

"Why $400?" he asked as he signed the papers.

After taking the papers from him, and entering into the database I
explained "That is because the price difference between a Grade A and
Grade A-LRE is normally under 400, but A Prime slaves are selling at
very high levels.  Kashmir is a A with Live Roaster Endorsement, so if
your wife is either Grade A or Grade A-LRE, it's a swap.  If she
happens to be A-Prime, you get Kashmir and nice chunk of change."

Right on schedule, the pick up truck arrived.  Because I had sent a
message to the driver and his work slave, he decided to bring them in
via the front desk.

"Yo!  Josh boy! Got that wife from the tanning salon for you, plus,
get this, 3 you graded this morning."

"What?"

He pulled a paper off his clip board "I'm quoting here 'Margarita
Howe,Eva Cotto and Esther Halstead, being in violation of several
ordnances enacted for  public safety, plus a know level of indecency,
were converted by order of the Wood Shield public safety court at
2:15, this date',  translation, they were in a car that ran a red
light, and none of them had seat belts on.  Normally that is just a
fine, but given that they had meat stamps and the arresting officer
thought they might have been racing, well, Wood Shield's traffic
courts decided to convert.   We happened to be in the area, so we did
a pick up.  That almost filled us up, what with the farm girls and
all.   Yo!  Cunt face!  Go get the wife, I want J-boy here to see what
we got.  She's fucking hot.  Maybe even Prime hot."  At this, Neil
looked up, and turned to me "Does that mean..."

"Doesn't mean any thing until she is graded.  Herbert isn't a rated
grader, so don't get your hopes up."

Kathy, aka Cunt face, Herbert's work slave, returned in a few moments,
with Allyson in a transport rack.  "Put her on the grader, Kathy"

Kathy pushed the rack into place, and expertly set it up.  As works
slaves went, she was good, I noticed.  I might put in to have her
moved to me.  She's way to good to be working for Herbert.

I hit the scan, and sure enough, Allyson was in fact "Grade A, with
Live Roaster Endorsement".  I ran her weight through the computer, but
I could tell that she was going to be with in a few dollars of
Kashmir's value.    I turned to Neil, "If you want to do the exchange,
sign the 2nd contract and I'll void the first contact.  If you want to
get the cash value, well, we have that on record."  Neil didn't even
think, he just signed.  "When can I take Kashmir home?"

"In just a few moments sir."

I paged the back room, telling them to bring Sheila Dewberry into the
waiting room.  I did a fast click on the slave name generator and
decided that her slave name would be Silk.  Went with the hair, more
or less.

I grabbed the keys to the suck stands, and removed Kashmir from her
stand.  "Don't panic.  You did such a good job, your customer wants to
take you back with him.  Alive.  You lucked out." As I started to lock
Silk into the frame,  Kashmir walked into the intake area, looked
around, saw Neil, then ran to him, hugging him.
"Oh, thank you. Master Neil..."

 Allyson, still on the grader, started yelling "Neil, you fucking
bast*ERR*"

Her scream was cut short by Kathy pushing the shock button on the
transport frame.  "I don't like yelling.  Stop that."  Yeah, got to
get Kathy on my crew.

The two dozen or so farm girls were being rolled back into the
processing area by the back room workers.  I could hear the Jessica
3000 machines going off.  Sounded like they used all 6.

I turned back to Silk "Hear that noise?  That's 6 slaves being
processed on Jessica 3000 machines. It's what going to happen to you
if you don't do well here.  I strongly suggest that you do well here.
And by do well, I mean suck cock like your life depended on it,
because it does." I looked over at "Honey" the other slave in a suck
frame.  I checked her ratings recorded on the frame.  Marginal,  I
checked her time on frame, found that she had been there for over a
month.   I thought about it.  I have new slaves for both suck frames
today, and we did have a need for parts girls, despite the shipment
from the slave farm.    "Silk, that's you, dear, Sheila was your free
name, look at me."  She turned.   I triggered the neck blade on
Honey.

Several things happened at that point.  The first was that Honey's
head fell off.  The second was that Honey's body fell back, spraying
blood.  The third, and also expected thing, was that Silk screamed.
Briefly, until the sound sensor in her frame decided that she was too
loud for too long.   A fraction of a second after that, she was
knocked out.  Well, talking to her now was a waste of time now.  Time
to get back to work.  As I started to return to the intake area, Kathy
looked in.  "Want me to take Jerri back to the butchers?"
"Jerri?" I asked

Kathy pointed at "Honey"  "Her name was Jerri Maultsby.  Went to
school with me.  Her boyfriend sold her a week or so before I came
here.  She was a cock tease."

"Yeah, sure, take her back. Come see me when you are finished."

"Yes, Master Josh."

I went back into the intake area.  Allyson was off the grader, but the
three girls from the morning were still there.   They still had their
court ball gags in place, so I walked up to them.  "If you scream, you
will be shocked unconscious, and will be taken back to be processed.
That is a polite way of saying you will be killed like the meat
animals you now are.  If you listen, and make some smart choices, you
might not end your life on a butcher table.   Margarita, of course, I
don't mean you.  You are going to be spit roasted this afternoon."
Like I'm going to let a redheaded LRE slave not get put on Jessica
3000.  Yeah, if that happens, that means I'm near death.

I took Eva's ball gag out.  She worked her mouth, but didn't scream or
do any thing but shake her head.  "Have any thing to say?"
"Yeah.  What ever you do to me, I want to see Margie get hers first.
Bitch."

"Well, then we may be able to make every one happy then.  I'm going to
make you a work slave, at least for awhile." I said as I started to
remove her from her transport frame.  "If you run when I release you,
all offers are void, and you ride a spit, just by the way...."

She nodded.  "I understand.  How long I live depends on how well I
work.  Mr. West explained about the differences between work slaves
and asset slaves last year.  Never thought it would matter to me,
personally, but I understand."

"That's right.  Now hop down.  I want you to go through that door,
find the butcher  and when he  isn't busy and tell him that you are
one of todays works slaves.  Do what ever he tells you."  I thought
about who was back there.   "I suspect he will tell you to blow him
while he processes the farm girls."

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