Rose

He walked though the front door, back from the bank after canceling the mortgage on Rose's house — their income was ridiculous now, and honestly it seemed pointlessly cruel to keep ruining her life like that, even if she didn't seem to mind.

No one came to greet him, and the downstairs was empty. Upstairs was quiet too, until he walked into the bedroom and saw her.

Kneeling on the bed, hands resting in her lap, completely naked except for a gift ribbon tied around her neck — a woman.

Exaggerated proportions, thin brows, sharp cheekbones, enormous duck lips, huge round breasts like beach balls, and a massive, obviously fake ass jutting out on both sides.

He walked closer to Rose — the only thing he recognized were those wide, helpless puppy-dog eyes — and she immediately looked down, submissive, holding out a folded slip of paper.

Nick took it. It read: "You're everything a girl could want, you deserve this and so much more, enjoy it," signed, "With love, A Pervert." He couldn't help smiling like an idiot. God, he loved that woman.

He looked up and decided not to say anything. She wanted to be a piece of meat, and that's exactly what she'd get, right now. He undressed, pointing at the floor in front of him, and she obeyed without a sound, kneeling before him. He was already rock hard with anticipation, so he grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock into her mouth without any restraint. Her lips were made for this, and the sight of that mannequin face staring up at him with those puppy eyes, mouth full of him, turned him on immensely.

He decided to fuck her face without mercy, drawing choking sounds every time he forced her all the way down her throat — she took it easily, not a single tooth in the way; Alex had clearly trained her thoroughly. He came down her throat, planning to fill every hole tonight, not caring one bit whether she got there herself or not — exactly what she wanted. A piece of meat, entirely his.

He pointed at the bed, and she got up, still swallowing, lay down, and waited for her master's next order — but Nick simply climbed on top and pushed into her without ceremony. Rose had never felt anything so incredible; finally, she was worthy enough for her lord master to use her like this, and she couldn't hold back her orgasm past the first minute.

He fucked her savagely, playing with her enormous new breasts, while she just breathed in ragged gasps — no screams, no moans, her plastic, expressionless face showing no sign of pleasure; only her eyes gave her away. She was in heaven, and he knew it. It didn't take long for him to finish a second time, this time filling her, and when she felt it, a single moan slipped out, eyes rolling back — she couldn't help it. He pulled out, cum spilling from her in waves, and far from stopping, Nick flipped her over roughly, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and positioned her, that huge ass on offer, ready to take him from behind. For her sake, he hoped Alex's training had covered this too, because he wasn't planning to stop. It slid in surprisingly easily, luckily for her (or unluckily — she liked pain, it was all very confusing), and Nick kept up the pace with animal intensity, driving into her ass over and over while she gripped the sheets tight. She came again — he could tell because she tightened around him — but that didn't slow him down; he smacked that huge ass with everything he had, hard enough to draw a light welt of blood. He filled that hole too, starting to feel a little dizzy — probably not the smartest idea, finishing this much in this little time — but there was still one part of her left untried. He pulled her off the bed and sat down in front of her; Rose understood the assignment immediately and started stroking him between her breasts, opening her mouth to catch the tip whenever it emerged — the technique unmistakably Alex's signature.

It took more effort this time, but he finished eventually, grabbing Rose by the hair and covering her face and chest with what seemed like an impossible amount of cum, given how much he'd already produced.

The effort finally caught up with him — he felt dizzy, and dangerously thirsty.

She looked at him, confused.

"Water..." he managed to say between breaths.

She bolted off toward the bathroom and rushed back with a glass; Nick drank it in one gulp, and she went for another.

"Congratulations," he said after downing that one too, already feeling better. "No woman has literally ever left me this drained before."

"Thank you. If it's alright with you, my lord master, I'll go clean up," she said in that same tiny voice — that, at least, hadn't changed.

"Sure, but come back."

She nodded and returned a few minutes later.

"Come here," he said, patting the bed beside him.

"I don't... this isn't my place, it's my lady mistress's."

"It is yes...but it's fine, just for tonight. If you want, I can order it."

She lay down beside him, and he pulled the blanket over her — clearly she wasn't used to being treated like a person.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"It's... it's the best day of my life. Thank you, my lord master."

"Drop that, just for tonight. I promise, tomorrow we go back to normal — well, not exactly normal, I'm planning to use you whenever I feel like it from now on — but tonight, can you just treat me like a friend? Please?"

"Okay... I'd like that a lot. Being used by you."

"I... I'm trying to be a good person. Jennifer deserves that. I really do love her."

"She's always been so good to me too. I'm glad you two are together."

"I'm glad," he said, meaning it. "She's a special girl, huh?" Rose nodded.

"I just want you to know — I don't hate you. I can't hate anymore, or hold a grudge, or be the kind of person I was when I dragged you into this madhouse."

She started crying. "But I like that you dragged me in."

"I know, but that's not why I did it. I wanted to see you suffer. I'm sorry. I genuinely don't know what kind of monster I was, and I'm ashamed of it."

She was sobbing beside him now, unused to any display of affection. "There's nothing to forgive. You've given me everything." The words came out with difficulty.

"Seriously though... how can you think that way? How can you like being a slave this much?"

She calmed down a little after a moment.

"It's... liberating, ironically. Not thinking about anything, just your orders existing, and following them is so..." She paused for a moment. "It fills me up. I can't really explain it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and now, on top of it, you're going to catch me off guard while I'm cleaning and fuck me... and I'll be able to help you better with my ladies, giving them exactly what they want most... ugh, I can't wait."

"Okay. This clearly makes you happy."

"So much. So, so much. It's paradise. No worries, no jobs, no mortgages, no expenses, no shitty friends, no ungrateful family — nothing. Just taking care of your needs, and feeling good doing it."

"Okay. I'm genuinely glad you're happy, but I consider you part of this whole family of perverts now, and if you ever change your mind, you just have to say so — you'll always have a place here, however you want it. Oh, and the mortgage is canceled — the house is still yours. Alex is making a lot of money, and... well, like I said, I don't want to be a monster ever again."

Now she was crying uncontrollably, and it went on for several minutes.

"I don't want it. I never stopped working myself half to death just to keep up that stupid big ass house my mom got obsessed with, sitting in the middle of nowhere. Keep it. I'm never going back to that miserable life, ever."

"Wait — how big are we talking?"

"Three floors, a pool... it's a damn castle, she thought she was the Duchess of Oxford, that bitch... it cost my father his life, he died of a heart attack, and I'm convinced keeping up that lifestyle is what killed him."

"I'm so sorry."

"It was a long time ago, it's fine. You know, I think the whole serving thing... I think I got it from him. But he served a piece of trash, and I... I've got you, lucky me."

She clung tighter to his arm — he liked that she was starting to trust him beyond just her servile role, and it hit him how badly life had treated this girl, now turned by her own choice into a sex toy. Jennifer would probably say something like people find happiness in the strangest places — Nick wasn't nearly as sharp as her, but he had a feeling that's what she'd say.

"We should move in there," Nick said finally. "If you're okay with it, obviously."

"Seriously? It needs a fresh coat of paint and some other work, but it's yours if you want it."

"I mean live there. It's still your house, your property."

"I don't want it, please, just keep it. I don't want that responsibility, or any other one besides taking care of what you all want. I don't care what it's worth."

"Okay, okay, we'll figure it out — we do need more space. We could put it in the girls' names, whatever you prefer."

"For you. I want it to be yours," she cut in.

"I don't want to take advantage of you, you know that — I don't feel right accepting something worth that much."

"Please, take it."

Nick groaned, hesitating for a moment — he didn't want to take advantage of her, or anyone else, ever again, but she genuinely wanted this.

"Okay. If that's what you want."

"It is. Completely."

He kissed her forehead and pulled her into a hug, and she fell asleep on his chest. He was glad he'd finally met the girl behind the slave, and made himself a quiet promise to look after her, whether she wanted to be looked after or not.