After they returned home, things around the house changed. Lisa was no longer interested in attending college, even with her scholarship; how could she justify leaving Daddy? He needed her, and she needed him. Daddy had men; he called customers or clients to visit all day at the house and well into the night. Daddy told us that money was tight and we had to earn money for him by fucking these men, or Daddy would lose his house, making us homeless. And we didn't want that; we promised when would fuck extra hard for Daddy. And giving up college gave Lisa more time during the day to get fucked to earn Daddy's money. No longer was she concerned about her privacy; she left her bedroom door open, and later, Daddy just removed the doors to the bedrooms altogether. Curtains were added to the doorways for customers concerned about privacy. Privacy was now a foreign concept to Lisa; why shouldn't she show off her body to everyone? Wouldn't that make them want her more? She walked around completely nude inside the house during the day, the same as her Sister and Mother. Her room changed too; gone were the childish things like rock band posters or stuffed animals. In their place were lube, vibrators, dildos, paddles, whips, and framed photos of her getting fucked in different positions by men on all the walls. Daddy said it helped get her customers in the mood. Men were free to use and abuse her any way they wanted, just no permanent marks on our bodies or damage to the merchandise, as he would say.
Daddy was so good to us; he fed us rice and beans that we cooked up once a week in a big pot. We put the leftovers in the refrigerator and eat them over the course of the week. Daddy would eat Dinner with us once a week, but he would have steak and lobster, and we would have our rice, beans, and water. Daddy would sometimes pee into our water. To add flavor, he would say, he's so good to us. Daddy bought a new car, a Corvette, a new watch, a Rolex, and nice clothing. Daddy had his own room that had a heavy metal door; often, he kept it locked and told us never to go inside. Daddy was happy at Dinner, too; he would tell us how he manipulated Pastor Graham's. How he killed their Father and planned to make us slaves for the rest of our lives. We all happily listened; after all, Lisa couldn't remember who her Daddy was before, and trying to think of him only brought up painful memories, so she tried not to think about him. It was all about her Daddy, and whatever made Daddy happy, she would do without question. After all, she owed him her life.
And, of course, Daddy would fuck us whenever he wanted, at least once or twice a week. I'm sure he would use us more, but there were so many customers to take care of. Often we wake up in the morning, eat a quick breakfast, see customers until lunch time, and take quick lunch, more customers, dinner, and more customers until bedtime. Sometimes customers would pay to fuck us when we were unconscious, too exhausted to take care of any more men that day. Daddy offered us a discount; he said men like it because they can fuck our unconscious bodies over and over during the night, with multiple shots on goal, as he would say.
Daddy got me and Sally breast enhancements. Daddy told me he gave me D-sized tits, he wanted me to have enormous tits, but the surgeon said my body frame was too small to accommodate more prominent breasts. Daddy was able to get Sally Double tits, at least. However, Daddy didn't get Mommy bigger tits, a waste of money, he told her.
Every day, we had to take a pill; at first, Daddy would give us each a pill, but over time, he allowed us to get our pills. Each bottle had our name on it, and we were only allowed to take pills from the bottle with our name on it. And to tell him when the pill bottles were nearly empty and needed replacing.
The days, weeks, and months passed by in a blur, and Lisa never left the house anymore. Daddy would bring us everything we needed. The seasons changed outside Lisa's window. She didn't notice the changing of the trees in autumn, snow on the ground in Winter, the Rebirth of Spring, and the hot summer days. Her world was focused on sex, satisfying customers, and worshiping her Daddy; nothing else mattered.
One day Lisa noticed her pill bottle was nearly empty, she should have told Daddy sooner, but in the mornings, she was still exhausted from the night before; she was operating on auto-pilot most mornings, trying to wake up, wash off the cum men deposited inside her or on her body, get something to eat before the first customers walked thru the door.
Lisa attempted to tell Daddy that the bottles were nearly empty, but he was in a rush to go somewhere; he shoved her out of his way, "Get out of my way Bitch!" as he Rushed out the door.
Steve was on his way to the dealership. His name came up for a special edition Porsche 911 he pre-ordered months ago and was finally available for purchase; if he didn't get over to the dealership immediately to pick it up, they would give it to the next person in line. Arriving at the dealership, he paid cash; his sluts were not good for much, but they did make lots of money that allowed him to buy the luxuries he deserved.
Excited with his new purchase, he didn't even bother to go home that day; he spent the entire weekend driving it all over the state, showing his new car off to his friends. He didn't return home until Monday morning. Walking thru the door, he heard the noises of sex coming from his slut's rooms. Good, they were busy already making him money. His call phone rang, but he did not recognize the number, and he almost didn't pick it up; he answered it rudely, "Who are you, and what do you want."
A woman answered on the other end of the connection and said, "Hello, Master Steve, this is Slave 4382. I'm calling from the Resort to inform you that our records say your slaves are out of medication. I'll have to report you to my Master as you are in violation."
Steve stopped in his tracks, and panic quickly took hold of him; he was warned that he was never allowed his sluts to run out of their medication. The consequences would be severe. He recalled stories of other Masters who were eliminated when they were lax with their duties. Thinking on his feet, he told her, "No, your records are wrong; I gave them their last dose today, and I'll be over by this afternoon to pick up the refills. Update your records to say that!"
The slave on the other end of the phone said, "Oh, our records must be wrong. I'll update them as you ordered. Thank you for your time."
Once she hung up the phone, she updated the record to indicate that Master Steve was not in violation of policy. The downside of having slaves as employees, they do not question statements made by Masters, lack the ability of critical thinking, they accept anything a Master tells them as fact. It's like a Slave Security Guard surprising a Male thief trying to break into a safe. If he explains to her he's just fixing it, not trying to break in and steal, the slave accepts his answer and happily continues her patrol.
Little did he know that Steve's lie just saved his life and the lives of his slaves. The Resort policies were stringent, and careless Masters were threats to the organization and dealt with accordingly. Usually, this violation would have been brought to the attention of the Master in charge of Security. But, he was just as lax as Steve was, busy fucking his staff, assigning his duties to his slave staff; he should be addressing himself.
Once Steve hung up the phone, he immediately rushed to the nearest of the Slave's rooms; Lisa was on top of a client cowgirl fucking him; he grabbed her by the hair and roughly pulled her off him, out of the bed, and down the hall, Slapping her hard across the face, he screamed at her, "Why didn't you tell me about your medication?" Lisa tried to tell him she tried Friday, but he ignored her.
"When did you take your last pill he shouted at her." he said, "Saturday," she answered.
Angrily he punched her in the stomach, and she doubled over and fell to the floor; get back to work, you slut he screamed at her.
