She'd made it. Despite all the hardships and distractions, she had aced her final tests. Emma had the diploma in her hands, received in the ceremony that ended just moments ago. Her classmates were cheering, people were hugging, everyone relieved that these years of hard work had finally paid off. The future was open to them.
Emma had been fielding job offers all year, her frenzied studying having put her at the top of her class. She had been to interviews at several of the best firms in the city. She knew several of them were currently negotiating with Damien for her employment, trying to outbid each other, but he hadn't informed her about a decision yet.
She was hoping for one, particular firm to convince her owner. She'd really liked the place, had been eyeing that company for years, as she tried to figure out where she wanted to go after her studies. At the end of the interview, the CEO had even walked by the room, introduced himself to her. She figured the corpulent man had been informed a doll was interviewing and that he was there mostly to get a close look at her body as it strained to be contained in the sober business suit she was wearing. Even so! She bet few junior interviewees got to shake hands with the CEO!
Emma's reverie was interrupted as Amelia moved up and hugged her, leaned in and kissed her earlobe. The redhead held her out at arm's length, looking at her with a proud look in her eyes. She smiled like the sun.
It had been such a happy surprise seeing Amelia in the audience during the ceremony. She looked amazing. Like a young queen. Regal, beautiful, heavily pregnant and suitably submissive, she hung from the arm of her geriatric husband.
Once Damien had finally claimed Amelia, he'd proven he properly knew how to do redheads as well. His changes to her had made her look even more glorious, almost unreal. Amelia had managed to stave off both de-voicing and enslavement for several years, but eventually, Damien had managed to thoroughly push his will onto her, unconditionally enslaving her. He hadn't kept her around for long after that. She'd dropped out late last year when she'd been sold and married off to an old, childless industry magnate. Now, she was hugely swollen with his heir in her belly.
Amelia wasn't the only beautiful classmate Damien had told her to invite to his apartment. All those stories had gone the same way.
Emma could smell the scent of cum on Amelia's breath. Looking carefully, Emma noticed a wet spot in her hair, a white glob soaking into one of the red braids of her fancy updo. Amelia must have been on her knees in the limo during the ride here.
Blissfully unaware of the cum visible in her hair, Amelia smiled at Emma. Amelia couldn't speak, having been permanently de-voiced, but she smiled, a healthy flush to her cheeks. She was positively glowing. Emma couldn't help but think of a swollen, content, purebred broodmare. Damien had really done a number on her. Emma's best friend in this city had been turned into livestock.
With her pedigree, it made sense that Amelia had been bought for her family and genes, as much as her looks. A good girl, from old money, that had fallen to a slave - it was remarkably rare. It was very prestigeful to own her, even more so to breed her. With the age of Amelia's owner, though, Emma would be surprised if he managed to live long enough to see his son come of age.
They hadn't gotten to see each other much, this last year, once Amelia was married off. They texted each other, but she'd only seen the redhead a couple of times at lavish parties. Emma hanging on Damien's arm, or on the arm of one of her tricks, Amelia on her husband's. No ability to talk to each other, just being silent, pretty accessories for their owners.
Amelia's husband had vetoed Amelia's request to invite Emma to the wedding and had instead secretly arranged for her to serve as the rented entertainment at his bachelor party. She stripped and danced for all those old men, at their sober gentlemen's club, and then served on her knees and on her back. Emma had been fucked by Amelia's husband before Amelia had. While Amelia had gotten married the next day, Emma had been sleeping at home in her bed, worn out from the previous long night, Amelia's husband-to-be's little soldiers swimming up her tubes in their frenzied attempts to impregnate her. She'd never told Amelia about it, but she was blushing about it every time they met. She was embarrassed about it even now, as the heavily pregnant Amelia smiled at her.
