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Sugar watched the video from Ray's desk in the back room. Amber had worked the booth like a pro. Editing was a real bitch -- eight hours of raw footage of dozens of men using a giggling Amber in each orifice.
This would be a compilation reel, mostly.
She paused the video when Amber, on her hands and knees, face glazed with cum, gaping pussy and asshole drooling cream pie, gets scolded by Ray.
Ray's voice grunted off camera. "You need to clean yourself up. Nobody wants sloppy seconds."
Amber blinked as fresh cocks appeared in the gloryholes in front and behind. "Pretty gross, huh?"
Ray tossed her a clear plastic bottle with two dildo shaped nozzles extending from the cap. A label on the bottle read: Cunt Clean. "Shove one nozzle up your ass, the other in your pussy... No, not like that! Squat on it and spread your legs so the johns can see."
Amber did as she was told. "Ooo," she giggled as the twin dildos disappeared up into her well used holes.
"Now, squeeze all the liquid inside," Ray said.
Amber laughed as she squeezed the bottle, filling herself with the cleaner.
"All in? Pull them out."
Amber slid the tubes out of her and bit her lower lip. "Golly, It's gonna come out..."
"See the grate in the floor? That's what it's for."
Amber laughed as the liquid poured out of her and slid down the drain.
She spread her pussy lips. "All clean?" She smiled at him with her cum crusted lips.
"Down there, yeah." Ray's hand appeared in the frame. He twisted the top off a bottle and doused her face and hair.
She spluttered a little and smiled.
"Perfect," Ray said. He shoved a plastic wrapped case of Cunt Clean into the video booth beside her. "Twenty-four bottles. Enough to get you started."
Sugar smiled in the office as she cut the rest of the film together.
Then she turned the camera on herself.
"Hello, Congressman. I would introduce myself, but you know whom I represent. Your daughter is quite adept at her new role, isn't she? I'd say she's a natural." Sugar smirked at the camera. "I'll get straight to the point -- tomorrow morning, you're going to go into committee and put an end to the resolution against the Church of Morpheus. If you do, I will return your daughter to her dormitory with all memory of what she's just done erased. Fail us, and I will ship her to a third-world country where she will be used as a sex slave twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Your choice."
Sugar turned off the camera. "Slutz-Net?"
"Mistress?" The computer answered.
"Deliver this through the appropriate VPN to Congressman Leo Connor."
"Yes, Mistress."
***
Stacie and Courtney stood outside the elevator on level 10 and watched as Donny and Madison waved goodbye. When the doors closed, Courtney laid her head on Stacie's shoulder.
"They'll come to see us now, right, Mom?"
Stacie bit her lip and smiled. "Oh, they'll come often, dear."
***
Sugar stood at the loading dock as Ben hooked up the tank trailer to the rig.
Something inside the tank slammed against the interior wall and Ben jumped back in fright.
Sugar laughed. "Don't worry, Poseidon and his wives can't break through a steel tank. I don't think they can, anyway. Just get it to the harbor and don't stop until our people load it on the freighter."
Ben stared wide-eyed at the fist sized dent in the steel tank.
***
Ray escorted the towering street whores through the front doors of Stallion's.
A party bus with dark tinted windows idled a few feet away.
"Okay, ladies, the bus will take you to the cruise ship."
The girls giggled and danced on the cartoon high heels as a crowd of men watched them climb on the bus.
Ray watched them go, all traces of the people they once were gone. He wondered for the millionth time if they really were saving the world.
***
Rita the Bimbot walked along the corridor on level 10, a sleeping Amber in her arms. The girl smelled of sex, and her naked body glistened from being doused in cleaner.
Doctor Demona opened the double doors to surgery. "Put her on the table, please."
Rita laid her gently on the operating table. "If her father doesn't do as he's told?"
Demona shrugged. "He will."
"But... if he doesn't?"
Demona cocked her head to the side and studied the glassy, emotionless eyes of the Bimbot. "If he doesn't, we'll find a place for her."
"A third world brothel?"
Demona smiled and touched Amber's sleeping, smiling face. "Don't be silly. We have no third world brothels."
"No. We have worse," Rita said. She turned and left the room.
Demona watched her leave. "Hmmm." She shrugged again and nudged Amber's thighs apart. "Okay, cutie, let's get you tightened back up. Would you like your cherry back? I mean, you weren't a virgin when you came here, but I can fix that. I'm a miracle worker."
***
Ray and Sugar walked down the hall toward the room where Sugar had left the futanari.
"I think our problems in congress will be over tomorrow," Sugar said as they walked hand in hand down the corridor.
"This problem. Next week, they'll introduce another bill," Ray grumbled.
"And it will be handled as well. In the end, the Church will win. It's inevitable."
"Yeah. That's what scares me."
She stopped in mid stride and caressed his face, so different from the old man he had been when they first met. Handsome, chiseled. Perfect. "We are who we are, darling. It's far too late for a crisis of conscience."
"I know. It's just... well, we better live forever like they promised. Otherwise, we'll burn in hell."
Sugar frowned and nodded. Then she opened the door to the padded cell.
"Holy fuck," Ray breathed.
On the floor, two buxom amazons were scissoring, their crotches joined together as they screamed and moaned.
It took a moment for Ray to understand he was looking at two futanaris fucking. Emily's now thirteen-inch cock was sliding along Hecate's identical member.
Each cock was buried deep in the pussy of the other.
"Wow... didn't know they could do that," Sugar Tits whispered.
Sammi, now a massively top-heavy, M cup bimbo bounced across the rubber floor. Her tits jiggled deliciously as her long, platinum blonde hair flew around her face. Thick strings of futa cum dripped onto the floor from her stretched holes. "We're tryin' to make footsie babies!"
"Footsie?" Sugar asked. "No, dear. Futanari... they're trying to get each other pregnant. I'm afraid that won't work. They're sterile."
"Oh. Phooey!" Sammi cried with a delicious pout.
Ray began to laugh.
"I thought this might raise your spirits," Sugar said.
"Jesus, Sugar..."
Sugar walked around behind Sammi and grasped her shoulders, causing her watermelon sized tits to undulate like a waterbed. "You like?"
