6: Downtime

The next day: 

“Harder, you slut! Don’t you know how to pleasure your owner?!”

“Yes, Master Belmont! Anything for you!” 

She whimpered as he fucked her from behind, her tits swaying beneath her with every time his pelvis rammed into her ass cheeks, and it felt so fucking good. All of it had become so much better now that she knew what she should always have known. She let it all happen, let the thrill of it fuck her shameless thoughts just as hard as her new owner’s cock was fucking her cunt. She screamed, and moaned, and celebrated every thrust as if it were the first one since she had realized that she existed only for this and nothing else.

“Yesss!” she moaned. She was his. Entirely his! Of course, she had always been meant to be!

She fucked him. She fucked him so hard. And when it was done and they lay shivering next to each other, all she could think about was when and how she was going to be used the next time.

“I love you,” she whispered, adoring him as much as she adored her own obedience to him.

The man that owned her gave her a crooked smile that filled her world. “I can tell.”

He laughed, and gave her a shameless look of desire that made her feel just so wonderfully owned by him, and it was everything she would ever live for. She had never seen any of this coming – but now it was everything she was, and everything she would ever need. No more ambitions. No more plans. No more judgment. Only obedience!

She loved it so much.

“Why don’t you fuck yourself a little bit before we join the others by the pool?” asked her master. “Wouldn’t want your brainwashed little self to be all wound up and unsatisfied while we have company, would we?” 

“Yes! YES!!! Thank you! Thank you!!! I will obey!”

“Good Girl,” said David, and stood up to take a shower. He yawned as he entered the bathroom. Thankfully, they had finally gotten some sleep, but it was probably going to be another day or two before the jet lag was fully gone. He left the door open, and as the pleasantly cool water ran down his body, he just barely heard the escalating moans of pleasure from the connected bedroom.

He still couldn’t believe it. They were all brainwashed now. Robin and Isabel were slaves, and he had been made to eagerly accept his role as their owner, and the fact that it was his right to own them. He could still grasp the utter lack of morality, of course – he simply didn’t care anymore. This was too fucking good. Fabian had been right. He deserved this. He deserved them. And they deserved to be enslaved. Their place was to serve. It always had been.

He stepped out of the shower a few minutes later, and the moans had stopped. He smiled. Such a good little whore. It was so hot to see them like this. So eager and obedient.

“Clean yourself off and put on something nice for Fabian. I’ll go ahead and go outside already. I want to see my wife.”

“Yes, Master,” said Isabel. “Thank you for using me.”

“Anytime,” David said. “You’re amazing, you know that, right? You’re just a slave now, but still – if Fabian wasn’t taking you… it would be amazing if you and Robin could be together all the time, right? You love each other, don’t you? You really hit it off even before… you know – that part, didn’t you? Or am I getting the wrong idea?”

Isabel shook her head. “No. You’re not. Robin is great. It was probably too soon to tell if we’d gotten along in the long run… but yeah, I really liked her from the start – even if she had a little bit of that dangerous naive-slash-stubborn combination going for her. She really loves you, you know?”

David smiled. “I know.”

“She doesn’t love Fabian, by the way,” Isabel continued. “I mean – she loves him for enslaving her of course, but…”

“...but?”

“ – But with him, she’s getting wet and warm feelings because she still knows how much of an asshole he is. Fucking him anyway is what makes it so fucking good. But you – she’ll be your whore not despite of everything but because of everything.” She looked at him meaningfully. “Fabian will never have her the way you do.”

David tilted his head and shrugged. “And I’ll never have her the way he does, getting off only from the degradation and brainwashing. That’s a part of her that I can’t have.”

Isabel smiled. “Hey, that’s what whores like me are for, isn’t it? That’s why you’re co-owners of us both? Tit for tat – no pun intended.”

David laughed. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Isabel's smile persisted for a moment of shared agreement, but then her expression turned serious and sincere as she looked into the eyes of her new master. "Every fucked-up thing you don't want to do to your wife? Do them with me. Degrade me. Hurt me. Violate me. Let it all out. I exist only to be used."

David licked his lips. It was so fucking hot to see Isabel like this. She was magnificent. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to own both her and Robin, and how good it felt to finally have what he deserved.

Isabel tilted her head, and winked, and smiled, knowing that David was definitely going to use her just like she wanted. She shrugged. “And don’t worry about me and Robin not spending time. I’m sure we'll see each other plenty from now on even if we’ll technically live in different mansions. I’m looking forward to it. Part of me was really fucking sad to never see her again. Needn’t have worried at all, it turns out! Anyway, don’t let me keep you. I’ll be with you in a bit – you go ahead and go.”

“Alright,” he said. “Thank you. See you in a bit, whore.”

“See you in a bit, Master Belmont.”

“It’s so nice that we can be naked again,” said Michelle, and Robin chuckled. Michelle was one of the other ‘guests’ she had noticed the day before. It had turned out – of course – that all women in Casa Bianca ended up as willing, brainwashed whores for their men, just like they deserved. And now that Robin and Isabel had been turned into slaves, there was no more need for any pretense -- at least until there were new arrivals. 

“Sorry,” Robin said. “Next time, I’ll pick a master that’s less into playing with their prey.”

“Who says you’ll ever get to make choices ever again, whore?” 

Robin blushed. Fabian and Michelle’s owner had been chatting close by while Michelle and Robin had lounged together on reclining beach chairs, but it seemed they had just returned. Michelle’s owner sat down next to her and looked at Robin. Robin looked at him, and then at her own Master.

“Sorry, Fabian. Didn’t know you were listening. Must be my dying neurons firing one last time before staying forever silent.”

That got a laugh out of everyone. Michelle’s Master snorted. “So that one’s yours as well, Fabian? She’s funny. Little old though for your taste, isn’t she?” 

“I guess ‘age-appropriate’ is the word you’re looking for, Winston,” said Fabian with a smirk. “But yeah, I wouldn't have given a shit if those tits hadn’t been dangling just out of my reach for a decade.”

The other master looked at Robin. “Get a load of that guy. If it were me, I’d take you over that blonde bimbo any day of the year.”

“But it’s not you, Winston,” said Fabian. “She’s not for public use. I made a promise.”

Winston rolled his eyes. “Sure. Whatever. But next time I visit, I want a go with that black girl of yours, alright?”

“Only if you think about our deal, Winston. You know how bad I want that merger to go through.”

Winston laughed, and got up to his feet. Michelle wordlessly followed suit like a good little pet. “Fuck you Fabian, I just might. Come, slave, let’s get ready for that boat trip. See you, Fabian, you conniving little bastard.”

“Not if I see you first.”

“Bah.”

And with that, they were off. Michelle gave Robin a little smile and wave and let herself be groped as they walked away.

“So that’s what it’s like with you?” Robin asked.

“You got a problem, bitch?”

She shook her head and smiled. “Nope,” she said. “Just a little whore learning the ropes of her new life as property.”

Fabian smiled, and her pussy shivered with excitement. She enjoyed this new rapport between them a lot. Dealing with Fabian was actually very pleasant if you physically got off from being degraded and disrespected and had no desire to ever talk back or protest. The problem with him had never been a lack of intelligence or wit, just the utter absence of decency and tact – and none of that mattered now. He was such an asshole, and letting him use her was such a wonderful way to give in to her brainwashing. Fuck, she was so wet for him. It was so good to be like this.

Fabian looked past her, and nodded his head. “Look who’s finally done railing your husband,”

Robin turned around to follow his gaze, then sprang out of her beach chair excitedly as she saw Isabel approach them along the side of the pool, wonderfully naked and so incredibly beautiful. Isabel was radiant as always, and they embraced fondly, and Robin just loved feeling her naked body press against her own, knowing that they were hot to watch, knowing just how firmly intertwined their lives had become over the last twelve hours. Isabel kissed her, and Robin glowed with joy and satisfaction. This was so good. So easy. So nice. There had been no thought behind it, no hesitation. Just two brainwashed whores, hot for each other, loving each other, loving their own shamelessness.

“Did you fuck him unconscious, or where is he?”

Isabel chuckled, and raised her eyebrows. “Dunno. He said he’d be here. Maybe he found a servant he liked on the way down and decided to use her a bit. That's what they're there for. Anyway, did you and Fabian…?”

“Of course we did,” Robin said excitedly. “He used my mouth again. Don’t worry, I left some for you. He already said that he can’t wait to, quote: ‘Ram you like a castle door’.”

“What a fucking idiot,” Isabel whispered with a soft grin.

“Right? What kind of shameless whore would ever spread her legs for him?”

She felt Isabel shiver with arousal. “Yes,” said the young blonde slave. “You would have to be such a brainwashed little slut for obedience.”

Robin’s pussy throbbed with arousal. “Utterly willing and obedient, with no more fucking will of her own.”

Isabel gasped. “No more agency.”

“No more life.”

“No more responsibility.”

“Just obedience.”

“Property.”

“Whore.”

“Slut.”

“Slave!”

They kissed, hard, and Robin felt Isabel’s hands grasp tightly around her ass, and her tits press against her own. She was so firm, so young, so smart, so hot, so fucking easy to use!

“Hey, slaves!”

They immediately broke their kiss and looked at Fabian.

“Yes, Master?” they both asked, panting and shivering.

“Not that I don’t like what I’m seeing, but what the fuck are you doing?”

Robin bit her lip, but Isabel was ready: “Nothing Master. Definitely not doing our own thing enjoying our brainwashing and getting each other off. Brainwashed slaves without agency or will would never do that without orders from their owner.”

Fabian rolled his eyes, and he shook his head, his expression suddenly serious. “You know what, you fucking smartass whores? That’s one fucking joke too many. Come here and kneel.”

Robin’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly obeyed, shame burning in her face. She knelt, and Isabel did too. Neither of them spoke. They hadn’t been told to.

“That’s right, isn’t it?” Fabian sneered. “Easy to forget your place when it feels good to obey. Easy to forget that you’re nothing anymore. Fuck me – you’re too fucking brainwashed to even take offense! Why don’t you keep kneeling here for a while and let the fucking pain in your knees remind you of how much your happiness is worth now?”

Robin shivered with fear and arousal. Fabian’s eyes were cold and violent, and she half expected him to slap her – but he didn’t. Instead, he kept talking.

“You filthy fucking whores. Do you know what you feel when your obedience makes you cream? A fucking side effect. A regrettably unavoidable part of the one fucking thing that can make bitches like you finally fall into line. You’re so fucking lucky it doesn’t work any other way. Are you getting off right now? Answer me!”

“Yes,” they both whimpered and he laughed humorlessly and let out a long sigh. “Fuck. Of course you are.” He pursed his lips. “Whatever. Good for you I guess. I…”

He hesitated. “Fuck, where am I even going with this?”

For a long while, he stopped speaking and simply looked at their naked bodies. Robin enjoyed being the object of his voyeurism, but she could definitely feel her knees start to hurt against the hard tiles around the pool. She didn’t mind it of course, but she was worried that she wasn’t going to have the willpower to keep this up forever, no matter how much she wanted to obey at all costs. She could definitely keep this up for half an hour. But–

“Start masturbating.”

They did. Of course, they did. 

“That’s the part no one warns you about,” Fabian said. “After the background checks and the blackmail strip and all the hoops you have to jump through to get into this place, they should really have a fucking brochure on how to deal with half a person. I mean, I never fucking wanted you braindead. Of course not! What’s the fun in using you if you’re not the person you used to be? But… is it too much to ask for you to stop the FUCKING BACKTALK?”

He watched them finger themselves, and part of Robin was acutely aware that they were very very visible to everyone in the castle that happened to be looking out of their window, not to speak of at least half a dozen servants of the resort that were currently witnessing this without doing anything to stop this at all. Everyone here was complicit. Everyone wanted them to serve and obey. Everyone knew that they were property.

“Whatever. Keep being your smart fucking selves I guess; you’re hotter that way – but don’t be surprised if you get the punishment you fucking deserve. This is that. Keep masturbating but don’t you fucking dare to get yourselves off. I’m going to get myself a drink.” 

And with that he walked off to the bar, and did exactly that. The enslaved bartender mixed him a mojito, and he sat there, calmly watching Robin and Isabel from afar as they groaned and sweated, knees and pussies aching for relief, tits glistening in the sun. After a minute or two, he pulled out his phone and started looking at it instead.

He was halfway through his second drink when David joined him and asked what their slaves were doing.

“Tell him what you did, Isabel!” called Fabian.

“We were disrespectful backtalking whores,” Isabel said, her voice strained and unsteady with exertion. “This is our punishment.”

David’s eyebrows went up, and he and Fabian began to argue. Robin couldn’t hear what they were saying. She was too busy bearing the pain and the throbbing need between her legs. She loved how much she loved this. It was awful, but she was doing it anyway, because she was just that fucking brainwashed and she truly, deeply, wanted to do it.

“Robin? Isabel?”

They looked up. David was standing in front of them, his expression a curious mix of pride, arousal, and concern.

“Yes, Master?” they both whimpered.

“Fabian wants you to know that you’re extremely lucky to have me, and that I’m a little bitch for letting you off the hook so easily. That being said, you may lie down and cum, you filthy little whores.”

The relief was unbelievable, and Robin didn’t know if it was her climax that felt better or the end of the pain in her knees. Her body felt numb afterwards, and it took her a good while before she was able to even sit up again, let alone stand. She noticed that David and Fabian were watching them squirm and writhe, drinks in hand, and she spread her legs for them. That much was easy.

When they were finally back in shape fifteen minutes or so later, knees still raw but noticeably improved, Fabian told them about their plans for today: A helicopter trip to the mainland to do some celebratory shopping to dress up their new fuckdolls, some fine dining, and a visit to a high-class bordello after that. Isabel was excited to find out that she was going to be rented out that night while Fabian sampled the local, non-brainwashed whores. David hasn’t decided yet on what he was going to do with Robin, but Fabian recommended some threesome options and Robin would of course be more than happy to pretend to be nothing more than a kinky and open-minded wife.

In a way, that was exactly what she was. 

They were back in their room to get ready. Robin was trying on a few light dresses that had been tailored for her at Fabian’s order, very probably ahead of time. She didn’t know how he had gotten her measurements before she had been his to use, but the invasion of privacy was retroactively very hot.

“You know what?”

“What?” asked David.

“I love you,” said Robin.

“I love you too, slut” said her owner, and after a moment of thoughtful silence, added: “And… I know that neither of us are the same person we used to be, thank God, but… I still mean it. It’s the same love, Robin.”

Robin looked at him for a long moment. “Yeah,” she finally said. “I think mine is, too. It’s hard to tell, not going to lie. There’s so much about me that’s just… utterly overwritten, but – you still make me feel safe, and warm, and respected, and valued.”

“Except that I could make you kneel by the pool until you faint and you would still spread your legs for me like the little whore that you are?”

“But that’s the thing,” Robin said. “You won’t. You could; there’s nothing stopping you. But you choose not to.”

David nodded. “I’m not my brother,” he said with a shrug.

They both sighed, and Robin put away her dress and stepped up to him, naked, and embraced him gently.

“I’m so glad he made you see,” she said as his arms folded around her and they began softly rocking side to side in each other’s embrace. “How fucking good it is that I’ve been brainwashed.”

“Except that we both know it’s wrong,” David whispered.

“If being brainwashed is wrong, I don’t want to be right,” said Robin. “I’ve got so much more love to give now. And so do you. I’m so happy you got to fuck Isabel. She’s so fucking hot.”

David sighed softly. “Yeah. Me too. I guess it never was a zero-sum game.”

“And it’s definitely no ‘zero-cum’ game now,” said Robin.

David groaned. “Really? You know you’re really straining my resolve not to punish you,” he said.

Robin chuckled. “Sorry, Master.”

She felt him get hard, and intinctively pushed herself against him, eager to please and ready to be used. But he did not act on it. He kept hugging her wordlessly, and the moment turned from exciting to pleasant to serene. They just felt each other, warm and close and familiar and so much better than they had been before. She smelled his scent and felt the hair on his arms brush against the small of her back, his fingers gently tensing and relaxing against the sides of her waist, and his breath going in and out, unhurried and relaxed.

Finally, after a long while, her Master broke the embrace and took a step back. “Do you want us to sell your body tonight?” he asked. 

A spark of arousal shot through Robin's body. “Yesss!” she said without hesitation. Fuck yes!

David pursed his lips, and nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Even if I tell you that I would hate it?”

That gave Robin pause.

“I…” she began, but David cut her off.

“Because I want you to get what you want tonight," he said. "You’re my property and I don’t want to give you away to anyone…”

“...but?”

“ – But I also love you, and I want you to be happy. And if the new brainwashed Robin would rather get off to fucking a stranger for money than being with me while fucking out of wedlock, that’s fine. More than fine. I can use you plenty.”

“More than plenty.”

David smiled lovingly. “You’re my brainwashed slave now, but you’re still my wife. I will only ever tell you to obey because I know that you love it.”

She hugged him tighter. “You know you don’t need to give a shit about what I want anymore.”

“Yes – and you don’t need to obey. You just want to – more than anything else. Same thing. I love you, and I want you to be happy.”

“Thank you, Master.”

David nodded, and took her hand. "Don't get me wrong, it makes me so fucking hot to see you bent into shape, slave. But unlike Fabian, I don't need everything to be about myself all the time. You can spend tonight however you want, slut. That's an order."

Robin chuckled, and felt a ripple of rewarding joy cascade through her abdomen as she considered that there was no way for her to disappoint her master tonight. "Thank you, honey," she said. "I love you."

"I love you too," said David, and kissed her.

“Now… I hate to be impatient, but we really need to get going. We’re leaving for the helipad in like ten minutes.”

“Yes, Master! I’ll get ready.”

David smiled at her with bright, adoring eyes, and slapped her firmly on the ass as she got back to picking dresses.

"Dress up nice for me, whore. I'll be waiting in the lobby."

Robin shuddered with joy. God. She loved him so fucking much.