Epilogue

Six months later

The voice had been as good as his word and transferred Sarah a tidy sum for her slaves. Not enough that she didn't have to put them to work but a decent nest egg.

Sarah awoke slowly as she did every morning. One and Two were waiting by her bedside as usual. She hadn't bothered giving them names only designations to know who she was commanding. With only a glance Two proceeded to remove the blanket from her mistress with a smile plastered on her face. Formerly known as Mary, Two was naked except for a collar around her neck. She quickly ran back to her mistresses feet to place slippers on them before she touched the ground. Two had lost the right to wear clothes for failing to dress her mistress in a timely manner last week. Only being able to when she went to see a client. She hadn't missed a beat since then. All the slaves wore a collar with their number on it but one and three were allowed to wear some clothing. One wore only a mini skirt an apron that only barely covered her chest. Three wore short shorts and a tube top.

One used to be named Ellen. She was the only **** that thought she had a name but Sarah put an end to that immediately. As Two draped Sarah in her robe One informed her of the schedule she had formulated for the day. Two opened the door of the bedroom for her mistress and let her walk through. Running after her she pulled out the chair at the table for her to sit and Three placed a plate of breakfast before her. Three then knelt down and crawled beneath the table and began licking her mistresses cunt. As One finished her report Two began cutting her mistresses food into bite size pieces and feeding her. One then began to massage her mistresses breasts. Sarah lamented having only three slaves, down from the eight she'd had before she sold five of them. She mused to herself how she might aquire more. The thought didn't go far as she was overcome with pleasure at Three's ministrations. Three never spoke and seemed to have a strange fondness for Two, Sarah didn't care, so long as they did their duty. The inner workings of a slaves mind was beneath her anyway.

Once breakfast was done and Sarah had cum sufficiently she ordered her slaves to prepare a bath. As she soaked One went over her finances and Three began washing her hair. One had an intelligence that Sarah would have respected in a person rather than a **** but it had it's uses. Through that intelligence Sarah's financial situation was steadily growing from the work of her slaves. Each **** was required to bring in money and they did so by selling photos/videos of themselves on the internet and through prostitution. One was not exempt from this but also made a decent income from day trading. Sarah was pleased by her dedication even more so by the fingers that had worked their way between her legs.

Once the bath was done and Two had dried her off it was time for the daily photo shoot. Three had set up the camera while Sarah was in the bath. They wasted no time in starting. Sarah took great pleasure in directing her slaves into various poses and positions. Generally only two slaves were on camera at once as Sarah needed one to pleasure her as she worked. By lunch time they had gotten enough footage for One to edit and post.

After lunch Two prepared to meet her John's for the evening. Three wasn't scheduled for anyone and One had other duties to attend to, cheifly among them pleasuring her mistress. Sarah hadn't left the apartment since the call as she had no need to, if she wanted something her slaves would get it. She had settled into a routine of hedonism and was content to keep it that way for the foreseeable future.

Candy was as excitable as ever. Her owner had promised to get her bigger boobies if she was good and did her job right. The last six months she had several surgeries. Had she any contact with people from her old life she would be unrecognizable. Her breasts were as big as her head and months of corseting and another surgery had narrowed her waist. She'd gotten injections into her butt and all the hair removed from her body. Her owner supplied her with a wide variety of wigs that she enjoyed trying out with different outfits. Her lips were huge on her face and had been outfitted with an O ring so they could never close.

Candy chose a platinum blonde wig to go with her pink tank top and white mini skirt. After doing her extensive makeup and skincare routine she stepped out of her room. Her pink heels clacked on the floor as she made her way to her work station. There were two men waiting for her, she was late and she knew it. Owner wouldn't be happy about it. She might not get her big boobies. Determination filled her and she quickly started sucking off the first man. Owner told her she was the prime slut of this stable and she was adamant about holding on to that title. While she swirled the first man's cock in her mouth she lifted up her skirt and wiggled her butt to the second man inviting him to take a piece. As she was being spit roasted two more men walked in and Candy knew what she had to do, she spun herself around and pulled her enormous tits out of her tank top she the proceeded to start jerking off the two newcomers. Her mouth was well practiced and soon she was swallowing rope after rope of cum. That man then left the room and Candy replaced the dick in her mouth with one from her hand. The man fucking her pussy soon pulled out and came on her tits. More men walked into the room and she started the cycle all over again. This would go on for hours and Candy did it with a genuine smile on her face, she loved cock and her owner promised her as much as she wanted.

Eventually no more men walked through her door and Candy knew that her shift was over. Nearly 5 continuous hours of fucking sucking and jerking used to leave her exhausted but now left her wired. She would come back for another shift after dinner. The building she worked in was great she hadn't left since she got there. The doctor who gave her new boobies lived here too and that made her happy. On her way to get food she stopped by the baby room.

"Hiii Mama Megan!" Candy said too loudly and Megan shushed her. The room had several sleeping babies in it.

"Quiet Candy, the babies are sleeping." She chastised. Her belly was huge, she said she was having quintupletes but Candy didn't know what that meant. She did know that Megan's boobies were getting bigger than hers and that simply wouldn't do.

"Like I'm getting food, do you like want any?" Candy asked.

"No. I've already eaten, but take the dog with you. She hasn't eaten yet." Megan said.

"Okie dokie... come on Deedee let's get some food." Candy said. Deedee got up from her bed in the corner and shakily walked to Candy. Her owner had the doctor remove most of her arms and legs and fitted her with prosthetics that more resemble dog limbs. She hadn't quite gotten used to them yet but owner assured Candy that she would. Deedee waged the tail butt plug that she had as they walked down the hall to get food. Deedee had slimed down considerably having been put on a diet and seemed contented despite the unease with which she moved.

After food Candy returned Deedee to the kennel and went back to work.

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CL4173 booted up from recharging and began it's daily routine. Primary function stimulate users sexually. It had been updated to include self care which it performed with mechanical precision. After cleaning itself CL4173 entered pleasure unit 1 awaited the first user. It wasn't like Candy, the whore equivalent of a complimentary mint. No in many cases CL4173 was reserved for the owner but when he was out CL4173 was programmed to implement the "John protocol" and begin servicing clientele. It would service 15 users before functionality was compromised and nutrient fuel was required. It's movement was stiff and mechanical greeting each new user with a monotone

"Greetings Pleasure Bot CL4173 is online. Please select input scenario."

And they would proceed from there. Clients looking for this sort of thing paid through the nose to get it and as such CL4173 was kept separate from the rest of the brothel on special request.

Between recharge cycles and serving its primary function CL4173 also served secondary purposes. If more than thirty minutes elapsed between clients the John protocol would be disabled and it would begin cataloging supplies and recording requests from the other less sophisticated pleasure units. Many of them, especially the recently installed units, recoil from CL4173s approach and the only request given is "to go home" which doesn't compute with CL4173s programming. Still it logs those requests away and submits them to the system admin when he is available. After logging away the reports CL4173 then returns to pleasure unit one and awaits further instruction.

Gabriella couldn't have been more content with her life. She had wasted no time in joining the porn industry and she took to it like a duck in water. Her agent was more than pleased with her work ethic. Soon Gabby G spot was a rising star in her field. Producers loved how willing she was to do anything. In the six months she'd been in the industry she'd already stared in 40 films, done countless photo shoots and even done several live performances.

Her family however did not approve but Gabriella couldn't care less about that. The only thing that mattered was that people looked at her with lust in their eyes. Live streaming became her favorite pass time. It fulfilled her to her core.

Work was her life now, money didn't interest her even though she was by any standard well off. She used her money to promote her work and improve her looks. New outfits and procedures to make her even sexier. It was frankly a dream come true.