5: Partaking

“Get the second material!”

A shiver of earth-shattering arousal went up Robin’s spine as she realized that all of this had just been the beginning. She looked through the one-way mirror and already, there were servants filing in, prepping the room again.

It could really only mean one thing:

“Isabel?” she asked breathlessly before she could stop herself. She nearly slapped herself for talking out of line – but Fabian turned around, and looked at her, and grinned.

“Very good, Robin,” he said, biting his lips. “You like that, don't you? And don’t worry, I’m done using you. You can talk. Go ahead. Be yourself. Great job playing my victim, though!”

Robin blinked, surprised. “I–”

Fabian made a dismissive gesture with his hand and shook his head. “–naaah, don’t worry, Robin. I know how you slaves tick – you’re way too horny for your own brainwashing to ever be truly the victim. Chances are I could literally choke you to death and you’d get off from the indignity alone.”

Robin took in a quivering breath, and nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah,” she said, grimacing. “Possibly… but – I’d rather live to serve another day though, if I'm allowed a preference.”

Fabian looked at her, one eyebrow raised, and let out a wheeze of amusement. “What?! No! Do you really—? No!!! God, no!!! Did you really think I’d do that? Holy shit, maybe I am the asshole!”

She shrugged. “Who cares? You’re the one that had me enslaved, Fabian. I fucking love you for that. Please, do whatever the fuck you want with me.”

“Holy shit. You’re so fucking hot,” Fabian said.

“It’s all yours,” Robin said with a smile. 

Fabian leered at her for a moment, and she simply enjoyed the feeling of being naked and exposed and ready to be fucked. Then, she remembered the other thing that was making her cream.

“And now Isabel?” she asked with barely contained excitement and lust.

Fabian grinned. “Yep. I thought you’d appreciate it.” 

Robin’s pussy throbbed. Holy shit, did she ever! They were going to brainwash Isabel! She couldn’t believe it. But most of all, she couldn’t believe how fucking much she wanted it.

“It’s my little present for you, you little brainwashed slut,” said Fabian. “I could have had her processed the day we arrived, but I thought it would be just too much of a wasted opportunity not to see you get off to it while it happened. Speaking of which – seems like it’s already go time.”

The doors in the other room swung open, and there she was: The unconscious form of Isabel, being pushed in a wheelchair by a servant. Powerless, defeated, and ready to become property like all women should be. 

A shiver of arousal rolled through her lower body. “Thank you so much for doing this,” she whispered. It was such a privilege to be part of this.

“I’m not doing this for you, bitch,” said Fabian with a sneer, but she could tell that he had appreciated her saying it. He nodded his head towards the door. “Come on, I want you to be part of this.”

“Yes! I obey,” she said, just for the satisfaction of it. It was only the barest of commands, but it felt good nonetheless. Fabian led the short way, and she eagerly followed after him into the… enslavement chamber. 

Yes. That’s what that room was for, even if it still sounded ridiculous. But it was real! They walked through the stainless steel door into the gloom of the chamber. The air was quite hot, likely high eighties or even nineties. She hadn’t noticed it the last time around, and smiled to herself when she realized that it must be so that it would feel warm for the naked material -- nice comfortable so that you wouldn't get distracted from your brainwashing.

Isabel was still wearing the same saffron dress she had worn during dinner, and for a moment Robin imagined her standing on the patio where Robin had last seen her, probably still contemplating her decision to be with Fabian -- and then some servant sneaking up to her and injecting her with a sedative. She imagined her struggling, and losing, and being carried away. The thought made her wet. 

“Everything as you commanded, Master Fabian,” said Gabriela. Robin caught her shooting a glimpse in her direction, too, and instinctively stood up a little straighter for the woman that had turned her into a slave.

“Robin!”

“Yes, Master!”

“Be nice and complicit and undress her.”

“Yes, Master! I obey!”

It was so fucking hot – but also awkward as hell. Even a hundred pound woman weighed a hundred fucking pounds, and Isabel was tall and fit and definitely weighed more than that. Robin had to grab her by the armpits and heave her onto the floor with all of her strength. When that was accomplished, she propped up Isabel’s torso with her own body, slipped her arms out of the straps – and finally pulled down the top of the dress and revealed Isabel’s tits.

Fuck, yes! Robin thought as they spilled out for everyone to see. It was so fucking undignified, and that was the best thing about it. Isabel had become something that could be drugged and fondled and exposed for entertainment, and putting her in her place like this felt utterly correct. There would have been a nice, cushioned surface to lay her down on right over there, and almost a dozen servants could have helped her do this efficiently and quickly. And yet here they were, down on the floor, where they belonged. It turned Robin on so much.

She kept going, and it took her another two minutes of laboriously lifting and turning Isabel’s limp body before she was finally able to pull the dress down and off her legs. She smiled, and handed it to a servant that was hovering nearby, breathing heavily with exertion. Fuck yes! She’d done it! Isabel was almost completely naked.

She looked at Fabian. “Her panties too, Master?”

Fabian bit his lips.

“Go ahead, you filthy whore. You want it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Thank you Master!”

This one was effortless. She looked at Fabian as she knelt down, and pulled Isabel’s panties off with two big jerks. She had stopped worrying about waking her a while ago. Isabel was out cold. They could do anything to her. Robin stood up, smiled at Fabian, and swept Isabel’s legs apart with her feet for good measure. Isabel lay there, unconscious, legs now spread, all of her young body exposed and accessible like it should be. Ready to be used. Ready to be processed. She was incredibly beautiful, and her pussy was just as perfect as her tits. It was a bit disappointing to see that she wasn’t wet at all – but of course not.

Not yet.

“More?” Robin asked. Her chest was throbbing with pride, and she felt a droplet of her own wetness run down the inside of her left thigh.

Fabian shook his head. “Nah. We’ll use her after she’s done. Servants! Continue!”

And just like that, the machine sprang back into life. Some part of Robin wondered just how large of a stake Fabian owned in this operation to be able to take part in the process like this. She had the feeling that being in this room wasn’t something that most customers of Casa Bianca were allowed to do – and actively handling the merchandise must come at an even higher premium.

Now that all servants were back at it, it didn’t take long for Isabel to be fully strapped in and hooked up – and it became apparent that even Fabian’s privilege had its limits.

“I apologize, Master Fabian,” said Gabriela as she approached them. “But I must ask you to continue your observation in the–”

“–I know, I know! Come on, Robin.”

“Yes, Master.”

Again, Robin followed obediently, her thoughts throbbing with joy over this wonderful new reality. All of it felt so immediately gratifying and natural, as if she had finally admitted to lifelong kink and given in to a deep-seated perversion that she had always wanted to taste. Except that it wasn’t. It was all artificial. All of it. She had wanted none of this. That feeling of correctness and comfort was just another part of her brainwashing. And that was what was so great about it! It was so fucking good to be brainwashed! If she could go back in time and be born this way, she would do it!

And now Isabel was going to become just as much of a brainwashed whore as she was -- and it was the most amazing and natural thing in the world. They were meant to serve, and Isabel was going to be such a beautiful slave.

Robin and her new Master were back in the observation room, and Robin got to watch as it became real, still amazed by how much she wanted this to happen and how effortless it had felt to betray Isabel -- if you could even call it that. Once she was brainwashed she was going to be grateful for what they had done. There was nothing better than to be made to serve.

And then it happened; Isabel woke up, confused at first, then screaming and begging, and then suddenly calm as the drugs took away all of her ability to be concerned anymore. All fear left her face and she started mumbled along with empty eyes, vibrators buzzing in her holes, as Gabriela established her baseline and mapped her brain. Robin remembered it happening to herself with a feeling of fondness. It truly was wondrous.

She was masturbating, of course. A servant had placed a second red armchair between the window and the first one so that Robin could sit and watch and finger herself where Fabian could see both her and Isabel at the same time.

“This is going to take a bit,” Fabian said with an air of mild disappointment. Gabriela was still listing off trigger words to Isabel: ‘Spider. Sugar. Mother. Sunlight,’ and so on. It was of course fucking hot to see Isabel completely pacified and naked, but it was true that nothing much was happening right now.

She turned her head and looked at him. It had felt like an invitation to chat, and she was glad to oblige. 

“May I ask you some questions?”

“Sure. But keep fucking yourself.”

“Of course,” she said, and for a moment couldn’t decide what she wanted to ask first. Then, she remembered her conversation with Isabel earlier today, and decided to open with a big one.

“So… what about David?”

Fabian laughed. “Ha! Straight to the point, I guess. Don’t worry, we’ll get to that. But first, let me ask you a question, you pretty little whore: What are you?”

“I’m a brainwashed slave,” Robin said without having to think, and Fabian nodded.

“And isn’t that just the hottest fucking thing – but consider this: Who are you?”

Robin hesitated.

“Don’t forget to keep fucking that pussy, Robin!”

“Sorry. I… I’m–” Huh. Now that she thought about it, the answer was surprisingly simple. So simple that it almost felt like she’d missed something.

“I’m… still Robin?”

“Yep,” Fabian said with an almost disappointed nod. “And God knows that some part of me would want nothing more than for it not to be true. Wouldn’t it be so fucking hot to see you actually thoughtless and fully controllable?”

“But I am,” Robin insisted, and a rewarding jolt of pleasure throbbed in her pussy.

“Eh,” Fabian said. “Are you, though? Doesn’t work that way, does it? Brainwashing can’t make you dumber. It can’t actually make you think less. Only differently.”

“Better,” Robin said with a smile, and shivered with just how correct it felt to say. The only thing better than actually believing it was knowing that she'd been made to believe it.

“See? Would an actually thoughtless slave have said that? Nope! You’re still Robin.” 

“So what?” Robin said. “Robin is everything you want, now. If you hadn’t allowed me to act like myself I would still be degrading myself begging for your cock like a good little whore. I'd still be kneeling and apologizing for ever thinking that I exist for anything but your pleasure. Speaking of which, why are we even talking like this? Eye-to-eye? All the time you’ve known me you had that air of barely contained resentfulness, and now that you can finally use my body and call me a whore to my face you’re barely using the opportunity.”

“Guess I got it out of my system,” he said with a shrug. “...For now.”

Robin smiled. “Anytime you want, Master. I’m yours to use. I am nothing.”

“Good Girl. That's exactly what you are. Anyway, here’s the other thing you got wrong about me,” Fabian said. “Why do you think I want Isabel instead of some random dumb bimbo?”

Robin looked at the drugged-out young woman currently being enslaved. God, she was so young and hot. It was hard to believe that she had ever thought of the girl as anything other than a beautiful set of holes. Something to stick your dick in. Something to serve you. Something to use.

She turned back to her Master. “Because turning all that intelligence and ambition into shameless devotion makes it even hotter?” she guessed. “Because it gives you even more sense of power to own someone that used to be your equal? Because reducing all that youthful potential to a life of service and obedience takes away so much more from her than if she hadn’t had any prospects in the first place?”

She looked at Fabian, and was surprised to see him grimacing. Her pussy was on fire. Listing all of those reasons had made her so fucking hot. For a moment, she had almost climaxed.

“No!” Fabian said. “I– Okay. Maybe a little bit of all that, too. But believe it or not, I don’t want to spend my time with women that have nothing to offer me but their body. If I did, I’d be fucking regular whores instead of the brainwashed kind. I want more than arm candy, is the point.”

“But you brainwash them because—?”

“Because I can have more slaves than girlfriends, for starters. Slaves are so much lower maintenance. Also, unlike girlfriends, slaves don't mind knowing that they aren't the only ones I'm fucking. Opposite in fact. They love it when they get to watch. Plus, I can tell them to stop yapping anytime I fucking want. They know their fucking place.”

Robin smiled. “Fuck, yes. And speaking of which,” she said. “I think Gabriela is done with the thing. Time for Isabel to learn her place.”

“Finally. Can't wait to hear her moan. By the way – why didn’t you come yet? Fuck, have you been holding back?! Fucking don’t! I want you to cum as much as you can, you little brainwashed whore. That girlfriend of yours is getting her mind fucked, and you let it happen.”

“Yes Master!!!”

It was so fucking good. She watched Isabel become a brainwashed whore like herself, all the while fingering her throbbing cunt in Fabian’s full view. She came, hard, and over, and over, as Isabel started agreeing and moaning with the vibrators between her legs and the electrodes around her head carving new truths into her helpless brain. All her resistance was gone, and her eyes were diliciously empty as the drugs kept her suggestible and docile all the while her old self was being overwritten. Everything she said, she would forever believe, and it was so fucking good. This was correct. Natural. So fucking hot. Robin worked herself without pause, and shivered and mewled as Isabel said that she wanted direction and purpose and guidance. She fucked herself to the sound of Isabel saying that she wanted to be changed, and creamed like a good little bitch when Gabriela began wrapping her thoughts into shackles and chains and dragged them up the ladder, escalating and overwriting and finally culminating with Isabel whimpering with agreement and lust.

"You will always obey," said Gabriela.

"I will always obey!" mewled the naked whore on the table, and her voice was bright with conviction and joy.

And then, finally, Gabriela told her what she was -- and Isabel's eyes went wide with sudden understanding.

"I am a brainwashed slave!" she gasped -- and just like that, it had become real. Robin whimpered with gratification. Despite everything, some part of her still felt surprised. Some part of her that had still found it hard to believe that such a strong and wilfull girl could become just as brainwashed and eager as herself. Some part that had been afraid that something might go wrong, that Isabel might resist, that she might have something special that made her an exception.

But she didn't. Her will hadn't mattered, and would never matter again. She had been turned into a brainwashed slave, like she fucking deserved.

Robin was already back at it. She wasn’t tired. How could she ever be tired of this? This was the best fucking thing in the world. She was so incredibly lucky. Isabel moaned, and Robin moaned with her as Gabriela tied her will down into inescapable knots of obsession and fetishism, turning her into a shameless glutton for her own enslavement – just like Robin was!

And then, suddenly, it was done.

It happened quickly after that. They unhooked her and neutralized the chemicals that had put her into trance, and Isabel regained her thoughts but not her freedom – and she smiled as she realized what had just happened to her. Of course she did. It was wonderful! They led her out of the chamber, and only a few seconds later the door opened – and there she was, eyes wide, utterly naked, seeing Fabian waiting for her and Robin still rubbing her pussy as she stepped in, positively bouncing with excitement.

Robin looked into her eyes and still saw all the drive and intelligence and life in them that had been there when they had last spoken -- except all of it now existed only to make her be more satisfying to own.

Isabel simply laughed, bright and giddy and warm, and Robin could see her close her eyes and take a deep breath as the reality of it fully sunk in. She stood there, naked, shivering, smiling, and for a moment she looked so full of life and thought and drive that it was impossible to believe that something as magnificent as her could ever be shackled or controlled.

And then that beautiful brainwashed slave opened her eyes and looked at the man that had turned her into nothing but eager property.

“I’ll be your whore, now,” she said.

Robin came. 

Midnight

“Master Belmont, Sir? You need to wake up.”

“Nggghhhh? What…? Whazzgoinon?” 

David was so incredibly tired and dizzy, and it took him a long while to finally realize that he was being woken up by – someone? Who…?

“What’s… ugghh,” he groaned as he fought to open his leaden eyelids. The room was dim, and blurry, but he could just about make out that there was a member of the resort staff standing next to their bed, dressed in white like they always seemed to be. “What do you want? What’s going on? What time is it?

“It’s just past midnight Sir, I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Ughhh…”

“Master Fabian has requested that you be escorted to the basement, and I must ask you to come along now.”

“Whaaat?!” he sighed, alarmed and annoyed at the same time. “How… no! Tell him he can shove it!”

“I’m afraid that’s not an option, Sir,” said the servant. “Your wife and his partner are already joining him.”

With that, he finally snapped fully awake.

“WHAT?!” 

He looked to his left, and the bed next to him was empty and cold. He jumped to his feet, not even caring about the fact that he was in his underwear in front of staff. He'd grabbed the resort-branded white nightgown from the hook by door before he had even realized what he was doing.

“Take me to him!” he demanded, too flustered to be polite. This was going way too far. What the hell was Fabian thinking pulling them out of bed – and separately, too? Wait… how hadn’t he woken up? What the actual hell was going on?

As he stomped out of his room and into the hallway, he noticed that there were two additional and very large men in white uniforms standing by to ‘escort’ him. His blood ran cold. What the fuck was Fabian doing?

“Come along with us, please,” said one of the men, his body language shattering any illusion that David had any choice in the matter at all. They walked him to the elevator, entered after him, turned a key inside, and all four of them descended down into the sub-basement.

It took only a minute. Three minutes ago, he’d still been sleeping. And now, after they had led him down a short clinical hallway and shoved him through a door to the side, he was faced with a sight that was as terrifying as it was confusing.

No. No. This was a dream. This couldn’t be happening.

“Hello brother,” said Fabian as the door closed behind David. “Now, before you freak out – let me explain why this is actually a good thing.”

David was speechless. Fear and disbelief rippled down his spine. Kneeling on the floor to either side of Fabian, smiling, completely naked, were Isabel and his wife. How…? What…? Why…?

“Robin?” he said, “What are you doing? What…?”

“Robin’s doing whatever will make you happy, David,” said Fabian. “Sorry, I probably should have dressed them before you arrived.”

“What…?”

“You see, David, there’s some things money can never buy, but those things do not include happiness despite popular belief.”

“Shut up!” David said. “Robin, what did he do to you? What–? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?!”

“I bought her happiness,” Fabian said. “I paid off all of her worries and holdups and concerns.”

What the fuck was he talking about? “Robin! Please, answer me!”

“The only thing she’s worried about right now is you not accepting this,” Fabian said. “Isn’t that right, Robin?”

David looked at Fabian, then at Robin, eyes wide – and Robin looked back at him, obvious concern in her expression. No! She was obviously not okay with this! What the fuck had Fabian done to coerce her like this?!

But then Robin spoke, her voice heavy and pained. “He’s right, honey,” she said. “Please – listen to him. He’ll explain everything! It’ll be so good!”

David sobbed, and a tear ran down his cheek as he looked into the eyes of the woman he loved and for the first time ever had not even the slightest idea what was going on in her head. It was horrifying.

He took a deep breath. His heart hammered in his chest and his fingers felt cold and numb. What was this? What was going on? He guessed that there was only one way to find out.

“What have you done to them?” he asked.

Fabian nodded, a sickening grin on his lips. “Well… no real way to sugarcoat this, so I’ll just rip the bandaid off: I’ve brainwashed both of them.”

David was utterly dumbfounded. No. Bullshit. Not possible.

Fabian meanwhile, continued. “I can assure you that they are perfectly happy about it. In fact, they are happier than they have ever been – happier than they would have ever been if I hadn’t done it. Are you happy, girls?”

“Yes,” said Robin and Isabel in unison.

“Do you want me to undo your brainwashing?”

“No.”

“Robin, do you want David to undo your brainwashing?”

“No,” said Robin.

“What do you want David to do?”

“Honey,” she said, and David winced. “I want you to… I want you to accept this! And I know it’s hard to accept, but… I love you, and I love this, and I want you to be happy! I want you to become part of this!”

David shook his head. “No. No! This isn’t you, Robin! Snap out of it! Stop it! Remember… Remember who you are! This… Fabian, please, let them go. You don’t need this. You know they don’t want this. You’re better than this!”

Fabian rolled his eyes. “And there it is, again: You and your fucking principles. Why is it so fucking important to you to be better than some stupid fucking made-up ideals? Do you think others are going to respect you for not taking what was presented to you on a silver platter? We only get one life, David, and in this fucked-up dog-eat-dog world we need to take what we can get! We deserve to be happy, All of us – and the world doesn’t care! But I do! I care!”

He grimaced apologetically. “All I ever wanted was for us to be happy.”

“You’re a fucking psychopath!!!”

Fabian’s smile twitched. “They’re happy already. I’ve given them the easiest possible life. All they have to do now is what they want to do anyway. Look at them, how eager they are, how happy they are! Look at Isabel! Isn’t she so beautiful when she smiles like that? Isn’t she so fucking magnificent? You can have her. She will love it! She wants nothing else anymore!”

David looked at the beautiful young woman, and a shiver went through him when he realized that Fabian was telling the truth. Isabel looked like she was ready to burst with joy and desire. He had never seen anyone look that willing and eager. And in that moment, for just a heartbeat, the intrusive thought of accepting Fabian’s offer crossed his mind.

He didn’t know if Fabian had been able to tell. His older brother sat there, with a shit-eating grin on his arrogant face, expecting him to give up all of his morality for the so-called opportunity to rape someone.

David walked up to him and punched him in the face.

Robin’s heart broke as David and Fabian started brawling on the floor – but she couldn’t really be surprised. She tried to intervene, but she had hardly gotten off her knees before there were already servants spilling into the room to pull them apart.

“YOU’RE A MONSTER!” cried David as they dragged him away. “ROBIN! PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M–”

The door slammed shut, and he was gone. Robin heard him still fighting outside, heard the squeaking sound of feet being dragged across linoleum – and then a scream of pain or surprise before the commotion quickly quieted down.

“Are you okay?” she asked Fabian, and couldn’t help but snort with a bit of amusement when he saw him bleeding out of his nose. She felt sorry for him, of course. After all, she loved him for what he had done to her – but she couldn’t deny that he looked quite comical with just how flustered and disheveled he had emerged from the fight.

Isabel was all over him of course, and it was both hot and sweet to see her be so utterly concerned and caring for the man that was responsible for her enslavement. For her to so effortlessly fall into her role as his brainwashed servant was amazing. There was something very matter-of-fact about it: Isabel was still Isabel, with all of the same things that were wonderful about her – except that she would now always spread her legs without shame and drop everything to let her body be used. All of her thoughts, with none of her will, brainwashed and put into her place as a fuckable little servant. It was so fucking hot.

Robin smiled as she watched Isabel care for her master, her pulse slowly coming down. It was over. David was gone again. 

Something warm and very wholesome bubbled in her chest when she thought about just how hard David had fought for her. He was wrong, of course. It would be so much better if he’d accepted that Robin and Isabel existed to be used, now. Still she couldn’t blame him, could she? It was a lot for him to accept – and he wasn’t brainwashed like she was.

Not yet.

“Sorry it had to be like this, Dave,” said Fabian, and they all watched through the window as the throng of servants carried in David’s limp form and prepared him for brainwashing.

Soon, they would all be happy.

One in the morning

“Are we good, now?” asked Fabian.

David nodded with a smile. “Oh yes. We’re more than good. Sorry for your nose. You should’ve really seen that coming, though. What the hell were you thinking?”

“I wanted to give you a chance,” Fabian said. “You would have made your brother quite proud.”

“Appreciated,” David said, and motioned Fabian closer with his hands “Come here.”

They hugged, and patted each other on the shoulders. “Thank you,” David said as they separated, and looked past his brother with a greedy smile.

“Hey Robin,” he said, and Robin couldn’t help but shiver all over to know what was going to happen next. David stepped past Fabian with another nod of appreciation, and approached Robin with a broad, excited grin. “Hey, honey,” he said. 

Her newly brainwashed husband looked down at her, taking in her naked body, and licked his lips. “You know how much I fucking love you, right? Like… I think I love you even more than I loved you before. You’ve always been perfect, Robin, but now…”

She saw him shiver. “Now you’re property, too!”

Robin’s pussy throbbed with infinite delight. Yes! Property! She existed to be used! As long as she was getting told what to do, as long as she was getting told how to serve, there was nothing she could want more. She was so lucky! She was so incredibly lucky! 

She instinctively glanced over to Isabel, who was obviously just as wet for all of this as she was. She might not be part of the conversation, but Robin could tell that she enjoyed watching it unfold. She was glowing with excitement and arousal, obviously struggling to keep herself from grinning like an idiot. Robin knew that if she had been allowed to masturbate, she'd be doing it right now, that horny little slut.

“I mean, look at you, Robin,” David continued. “You’re so incredibly beautiful. And you know I want you. You know I love you–”

“–but?” Robin asked, and David grinned.

“– But I think I’m gonna fuck Isabel first. If the offer still stands, that is?”

“Yup,” said Fabian, and Isabel moaned like a good little whore, eagerly spreading her legs, presenting the wet little hole that she existed for. Her eyes were wide with desire. "Yes! Yes! I am yours to use!" she said excitedly. She obviously couldn't wait.

David slowly looked her up and down with a lecherous grin on his lips, no more pretense of modesty or politeness left in his gaze to detract from how much he wanted her.

“Fuck yes,” he said. “You take Robin, then.”

Robin couldn’t help but moan with pleasure when she heard her husband just casually give her away to be used by another man. It was so hot. 

Fabian looked at David and gave a little shrug. “Already did.”

David smiled. “Nice. Did she do the thing with her tongue?”

Fabian raised his eyebrows. “What? No? I don’t think so. HEY! SLUT! Why didn't you–”

“–stop, Fabian! I’m just messing with you!” said David with a laugh. “There’s no special thing she does with her tongue. She’s never even really sucked my dick, except for maybe once or twice. We both think it’s degrading.” 

He looked at Robin. “Don’t worry, Robin, we'll fix that soon.”

Robin gave him a naughty little wink. “Use me however you want,” she said proudly.

David gave her a smile that made her melt. “So what are you gonna do?” he asked, turning to Fabian. “Just stand there awkwardly and jerk off?”

“Nah man, I need a time-out,” Fabian said “I’m spent. I already fucked Isabel earlier today, and also – if you must know – I was jerking off to Robin while Isabel was taking a bath before dinner. And then you decided to require brainwashing as well, so I had both of them suck my cock while we were waiting for you to see the light.”

Isabel and Robin smiled at each other with shared pride. Robin still tasted the cum. 

“So, please go ahead. I’ll sit back and fuck my brainwashed girlfriend after you’re done with her.”

David laughed. “Pervert.”

“Takes one to know one.”

David made a dismissive gesture, walked up to Isabel – who was still kneeling – and gave her a hand. Isabel took it with a broad smile, and let herself be helped to her feet. Robin watched him lead her to bed, jealous of both of them and at the same time so very turned on by the fact that even by watching she would serve and obey. It was so wonderfully degrading. 

“Master Fabian,” she whispered. “Please… may I touch myself?”

She could have just done it – but it would have been wrong. She needed permission. Wanted permission. Her brainwashing might not be able to shut off her thoughts, but it definitely made her wish that it could. Especially now, when she was little more than decoration, worthless except for her potential to be used at any moment. It would be so fucking hot to be gone when she wasn’t needed. To be nothing. Truly nothing. Just a set of holes ready to be fucked.

Whatever. She was proud to be the next best thing: Utterly cooperative and willing and eager. She might fail in being the perfect slave, but never for the lack of trying. This was the best thing that could have ever happened to her, and she was so fucking glad that it had. 

“Sure,” said Fabian, “But make sure that I get a good view.”

Yesss!!!

She sat down on the armchair where she would be more comfortable spreading her legs, and licked her fingers as she watched David climb on top of Isabel, his cock already rock hard. She was just about to start fingering herself when David stopped.

“No,” he said. “Sorry. This is wrong. What the hell am I doing? Robin, don’t jerk off over there! Come here!”

Robin’s heart sang with adoration and gratitude, and she obeyed.

Isabel already lay on ber back, tits heaving, legs spread and ready to be used. “Hello there,” she said with a smile and wink, reaching out with one hand from beneath David and lovingly taking Robin’s hand to pull her down next to her, and into a kiss. Robin draped herself next to her fellow whore, making sure that everyone could see her tits and her cunt as she slowly pushed her fingers between her legs. Isabel’s lips were quivering against hers in anticipation, and Robin felt her smile.

Suddenly, the kiss broke, and Isabel moaned as David pushed into her. “Yesss,” Isabel screamed. “Yesss!!! Use me! Use me!”

It was so hot. Robin watched it happen right next to her. David was above them both, his eyes wide with lust and passion as he slid in and out of Isabel’s bucking hole with low moans of satisfaction. Robin was still holding onto Isabel’s hand, and felt her squeeze tightly with every thrust and gasp. Robin loved her so much. She was so hot, so willing, and so utterly brainwashed!

A shiver of wet, hot appreciation rippled through her. The weirdest part about all of it was that despite everything it felt strangely unremarkable. It was the most wonderful day of their lives of course, but – being a slave felt so natural and correct that it was almost easy to forget how new all of this still was. Isabel and her had hardly even spoken to each other since they had been enslaved. There was nothing that needed to be said. Everything was perfectly clear and simple: They both understood how amazing it was that they were brainwashed, and they had simply started obeying together.

She looked at Isabel, stroking her throbbing cunt, her thoughts opaque with lust and satisfaction. No more ambitions. No more plans. No more agency. She looked so happy.

“Yes! Fuck her,” she moaned, and she sounded desperately horny and needy – because that’s exactly what she was. Isabel squeezed her hand tightly, because Isabel’s brainwashed mind was just as shameless and filthy as her own. Nothing of her will remained. She existed to be used.

"Yes! Fuck me!" she moaned.

“Fuck her!” Robin repeated, fingers frantically working her cunt. “Fuck her! Use her!”

They all moaned. They were all so horny for this. David fucked her hard, and Robin watched it all, and Isabel let herself be filled and kissed and licked without hesitation or shame, and it was the most joyful and beautiful thing in the world. They all came, first David, then Robin, and then Isabel. 

“Lick up his cum,” said Fabian from across the room, and Robin looked at David with a smile, and saw utter adoration in his expression as she crawled between Isabel’s legs and obeyed like the little obedient whore that she loved to be.

She felt Isabel’s fingers brush lovingly through her hair as she did it -- and it already felt like they had never been doing anything else than this. They had never been anything but two brainwashed slaves serving together. This was their new life. This was what should have always been. This was everything they would ever want and everything they would ever be.

It was the most natural thing in the world.