“Welcome home Master, look who dropped by!” Tammy said as she rested her hand on Samantha’s shoulder.
“giggle Like, we got to play dress up! giggle” Trixi interjected standing on the other side of Samantha.
“I see you did, hello Samantha…” I replied and Samantha’s eyes slowly moved over to look at me, or more through me as they were clearly unfocused still.
“Awe… she’s still so far away! giggle” Trixi replied and the bopped Samantha’s nose, causing her to cross her eyes for a moment.
“How long have you girls been playing?” I asked.
“Not that long… maybe an hour or so?” Tammy replied and Trixi nodded in agreement.
“That would explain her vapidness… was she much trouble to get to the machine?” I asked as we all walked into the house, Tammy and Trixi guiding Samantha along as I closed the door behind us.
“Nah, just had to tell her that her sister was downstairs and she followed along willingly.” Tammy replied.
I smiled and nodded, I knew Samantha would eventually come looking for her sister Jennifer, they had been as thick as thieves and the sudden change in Jennifer hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Jennifer was of course far away from here, in her new home, with her new owner, eagerly playing the perfect housewife for him. Much like Samantha would be in a few days. Well, maybe a few weeks, she’d been hounding me and causing trouble for a while, so I might keep her around for a bit of extra fun.
We walked into the living room and I sat down on the couch, Tammy guided Samantha over and set her on my lap sidesaddle.
“So Sammy… how are you feeling? I asked.
Her forehead scrunched a bit, “Don’t… not… Samantha.” she managed to get out.
“Oh come on now Sammy, we’re all friends here, no need to be so formal…” I said and reached around and grabbed her ass with one hand and reached up and grabbed a hand full of tit with the other.
Samantha gasped and shook her head, “No… no… Sammy not your friend…” she stuttered out but the moan that followed betrayed her.
“You’re not? That’s too bad, because the only things in my house are my friends and my property… soooo which are you?” I asked.
Confusion washed over her face, her mind fighting with itself trying to reconcile the two choices, but never considering there might be a third.
Then her whole body shivered, her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment, before they opened again and a giant smile crossed her face.
“Sammy is property Master!”
I smiled and chuckled, “That you are Sammy, that you are.”
She’d still need some more time in the machine, some fine tuning and touch ups. As helpful as Tammy tried to be, there just wasn’t enough left of her mind to be really effective in using the machine she’d invented.
It wasn’t a problem though, the same buyer that had taken Jennifer and left a standing order to take Samantha as a maid if she ever became available, and I was only too happy to be able to fulfil that order now.
