Epilogue:

“I can’t believe the week is already over,” said Isabel.

Robin smiled at her, “Yeah, but it doesn’t really matter now, does it? The holiday is over, but we’ll never go back to our old lives. No responsibilities. No agency. No job, no appointments, no nothing! All we have to do is offer our holes to our masters.”

She tapped playfully against David’s chest, and David chuckled. “And what good holes they are,” he said. Isabel planted a playful kiss on his lips and smiled at Robin.

“Kind of crazy that Fabian left early,” she said.

“Kind of crazy to think that he actually has to work,” said David. 

“Kind of crazy that…” began Robin, but faltered. “Actually, I got no third beat. Sorry.”

They all chuckled. They were still cuddling after sex, one of David’s slaves to either side of him, gently stroking his chest as they felt each other’s bodies. David had fucked Robin’s mouth while Isabel had fingered Robin and herself. He had finished on Isabel's face, and his cum was still all over her. Robin hadn't been very thorough when licking it off, because they all liked to see Isabel looking like the filthy little slut she was.

A warm breeze gently brushed across their skin, fragrant with the scent of pine and dry grass, almost enough to whisk away the heavy aroma of sex and sweat. The sheets were stained from two other times they had already made their Master cum, and from the time that he had just watched as the two of them had fucked each other.

Their new life was amazing.

“So… do you know how you’ll serve from now on?” asked Robin, and Isabel smiled. 

“Actually, yes! Master Fabian told me about the others before he left: Kendra, Lillian, Shaniqua, Amber, Rose, and Xiaoxin. I guess I’ll become part of an honest-to-God harem!”

David whistled softly. “Wow! That’s a lot of women.”

Robin smiled. “So many holes.”

Isabel looked at her, and Robin could tell how proud and horny she was. “Seven little brainwashed whores, including me!”

“That’s so fucking hot, Isabel,” said Robin. “I’m a little bit jealous.”

“Don’t worry,” said David with a caring smile. “I’ll let you visit them whenever you want. Our new house is just a short drive away from Fabian’s. You’ll definitely be the honorary eighth member if that’s what you want.”

Robin kissed him. “Yes! Please! And it’s not like I have a choice anyway. Fabian still co-owns me even if he says you’ll always have priority. Any word from him, and I’ll be over there spreading my legs – sorry, not sorry.”

David’s smile turned wider. “I’m more than happy with that arrangement. Isabel, do you have a problem with that arrangement?”

Robin caught Isabel’s eye, and saw the same flash of excitement she was feeling. They both knew what David was doing.

“No, Master,” Isabel said with a conspiratorial smile. “I’m way too brainwashed to object to the way Robin is being treated like a communal piece of property that can just be handed out on a whim.”

“Really?” said David, eyes wide in mock surprise. “Oh my, that’s horrible, what kind of fucked-up whore for obedience would think that way? Robin?”

Robin looked at David, her chest bubbling with gratitude and adoration and complete and utter lust. She didn’t know if it was his own brainwashing, but he just… got it – and the way he knew how to play with them was just so fucking hot. They had done this before – but she would never get tired of it. Doing this with her owner’s implicit permission made it so fucking good.

She licked her lips, looked deep into Isabel’s eyes, and said: “The same kind of whore that gets off to her own brainwashing.”

Isabel slowly pushed her hand between her legs. “The same kind of whore that thinks that all women exist to be used?”

Robin went right along with Isabel, and found her lower lips already seeping wet and ready to be touched. “Yes,” she said. “The same kind of whore that sees a gorgeous and fiercely intelligent young girl that had so many plans for her life and fucks herself to the idea of her never being anything but a collection of wet, warm holes.”

“Because that’s what she is,” said Isabel. “That’s what they both are! She's just a body to be fucked now! She wanted to stop teaching, and now she’ll never teach again because she’ll be to busy sucking off her owner and masturbating to that time she got drugged and raped into brainwashed servitude! She’s property! She's a whore!”

“And she loves it, doesn’t she? Robin moaned. “She’s so happy and wet and horny all the time, because all she has to do is offer herself!”

“Yesss! That’s all she is! All she needs! All she has! Her lips, and her tits, and her holes, and her obedience! It’s so good!”

“No more agency! No more will! Only obedience!”

“Only obedience!” Isabel whimpered.

“She is a slut for obedience!”

“She is a brainwashed whore!”

“She is wet and ready to obey!”

“She is property that needs to be used!”

“Yes! That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

Isabel rolled onto her back, legs spread wide, fingerfucking herself frantically. “Yes!!! I’m property! I’m property! I want to be used!”

“Yes!” screamed Robin. “You’re a brainwashed whore! We’re brainwashed whores! We’re property! We need to be used!”

They moaned and screamed, repeating the truths that had been brainwashed into the cores of their identities, and they fucked themselves like the fetishistic slaves they were, and finally, they came, screaming and moaning without shame or decency because they knew that there was no part of themselves that was too sacred to give away or too private to expose. They were filthy, needy whores for obedience and it was so fucking good.

“Thank you,” Robin said finally, after catching her breath for what felt like a full minute. “I said it before – but I’m so fucking glad you enjoy this, too. Getting to do it for you is just amazing.”

“What she said,” said Isabel, still panting.

David smiled. “It’s nice to see you happy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Master,” said Isabel and Robin at the same time, both smiling at each other. In that moment, Robin truly felt like she had been given the best possible life. Her love could never run out now, no matter how many people she shared it with, no matter how many people she shared David with. Where there would once have been jealousy, there was only more arousal and joy and excitement. She loved him so much, and she loved Isabel, and she loved all the slaves she had not yet met and all the slaves that were yet to be brainwashed, and she loved all the strangers she had not yet fucked and all the whores that would fuck David in her presence and absence. She even loved Fabian, because without him none of this would have happened. 

She snuggled up to her master and husband, and nestled her head onto his shoulder. She felt him breathe, felt his warmth against her skin, and felt the same sense of security and protection she had always felt when they had been close, from the first time they had embraced fifteen years ago, to the moment they had watched the sun break through the clouds on their way to the island six days ago, to this very moment, right now.

So much had changed. Casa Bianca had kept its promise. She was relaxed, refreshed, and renewed. It had truly been the most life-changing experience she could possibly imagine, and she was definitely leaving as a different person.

But as she lay there next to her master she knew that there was one thing that had not changed at all:

She was so lucky to have him.