The Hidden Estate of one Walter Rogan.

Cloning had been made illegal by NATO. They considered the act as inhumane, creating humans in a way indicating of cattle or a product to be bought and sold with no respect for their autonomy.

But that didn't stop a lot of people rich in dollars and poor in morals to fund such sciences for their own purposes.

Oceania was mostly made up of island nations lost and found and lost again all across the Pacific ocean. Being one of the richest sociopaths on the planet, Water Rogan had managed to build himself his own personal estate on one island. It didn't have a name, so Walter had just taken to calling it "My Island."

The pool had many servants there to tend to Walter. Some brought him drinks and food, others were just cleaning. 52 was one of the maids of the estate, and she was busy ensuring that the tiles of the pool's edge were clean.

As her name suggested, 52 was the 52nd staff-member on Mr. Walter's private estate in the Pacific. With the exception of a collar and a ball-gag, she was completely naked, as are the rest of the staff. On her forehead, the number "52" was tattooed in order to tell anyone who asked which maid she was.

On the other side of the pool was Walter himself. He was naked with the exception of his sunglasses. Middle-aged, white-haired with a deep tan as he lied back. Two clones, brunettes with "67" and "68" tattooed on their foreheads ("The Twins" he sometimes called them) were licking his erection all over cock. Two other clones -- both men -- stood there silently as they fanned him like a Roman Emperor, though he may as well have been one.

All of the clones on the estate originated from the same genetic progenitor, though no one knew who it was. An old lover, perhaps. That said, they all looked different in many ways; hair, facial features, body-type, even gender. Cloning perfect duplicates was impossible and the most incandecimal factors led massive changes in the finished product.

While Walter was a control freak, he saw this as an opportunity, creating slaves that came in every shape and size to wait on him hand and foot and please his bottomless sexual perversions.

For a start, the staff had a "no clothes" policy, the only exception being whatever kinky costumes Walter wanted them to wear. There were clones who's entire purpose were to model these costumes and fulfill distinct sexual fantasies.