The next morning, after her husband had left for work, Roxanne was cleaning up breakfast. As she placed the dishes in the dishwasher, the doorbell rang. The brunette shrugged and went towards the door, curious about whom the early morning visitor could be. She peeked out the small window by the door to find Lizzie, their next door neighbor’s daughter, smiling at her from the porch. Confused, and downright lost as to how the girl could be so chipper this early, especially while pregnant, she opened the door to greet her.

“Lizzie, hello, how are you? Do you need something?” Roxanne glanced down at her watch. She still had an hour before her appointment but she wanted to keep this short nevertheless.

The teenager smiled back and put a hand on her stomach. “I have an appointment with Dr. Daniels this morning, and I am feeling a little tired. I don’t want to drive and risk hurting the child somehow.” She grinned a perfect, beautiful, smile, “Could I ask a favor of you to drive me please?”

Roxanne looked the pregnant girl over. Instead of her normal skirt or dress and high heels, Lizzie was wearing a pair of pink sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Instead of pumps, she wore platform sneakers. Her normally perfect hair was tied up in a firm ponytail. Perhaps this was legitimate, and amusingly timed.

Smiling, Roxanne led her inside. “Here, come in and sit while I finish cleaning up in here. Funny thing is, I have an appointment with Dr. Daniels in about an hour. We can go together and get home by lunch!”

Sitting down on the couch as instructed, Lizzie clapped gently, letting out a little giggle. “Oh, that is so cool! Funny, right?” She smiled again, a stellar smile from the previously always frowning or angry girl before her reconditioning. “We can totally do this!”

Roxanne nodded and finished cleaning up. Together, they left about 15 minutes later. As they got into the car, Lizzie refused Roxanne’s help getting in, Lizzie pulled out her phone and tapped out a quick message to someone with French tipped pink nails. Roxanne barely noticed the girl, focused on driving to their goal.

On the way to Dr. Daniels’s office, Roxanne tried to get to know Lizzie. From what she found out, which Lizzie was happy to offer, the teenage girl had been a wild and rebellious girl, partying hard and being a problem for Terri, her mother. After Mrs. Rollins met Lizzie’s step-father and got engaged, they moved in with him and his influence on her really straightened the girl out, especially after she got pregnant. Now, she wanted to find a good man, like her mother had, who loved her and would provide a good home. She didn’t seem embarrassed by her past, but was definitely very assured in her current views.

None of which Roxanne really disagreed with, but it did seem like the girl had completely reversed her life in a very short period of time. She really had to wonder what influenced that, but from talking to her mother and step-father, they both seemed like good role models and likely very positive influences on her. Roxanne wished she’d had such influences growing up, but now she was settled with David and they’d have a family of their own soon.

At the office parking lot, Roxanne parked her car and they entered the building. On the right hand side, they went into an elevator. As her friend seemed lost in her own thoughts, Lizzie pushed the floor button, sending them towards their destination.

Roxanne drifted back into reality as she noticed they seemed to be going downward instead of up. “Um, Lizzie, I think you hit the wrong floor,” she said, turning and pointing at the elevator’s interface. As the elevator’s doors opened to a long, brightly lit corridor with pink walls, Lizzie stepped behind her friend and stabbed the chubby girl in the neck with a needle. After a second, Roxanne fell down on the elevator floor in a heap.

Lizzie, the pregnant teenage Chattelbot, snapped to attention once she was sure her target was knocked out. A moment later, two men came down the hall and entered the elevator. “Her vitals are fine, blood pressure is normal, but she is out cold.” He looked up at Lizzie. “You did good, dear. At ease.”

Lizzie tried to curtsy as normally programmed, but her growing tummy got in the way, which made the man who spoke to her laugh gently. “Yes, Sir, Lizzie exists to please. How may she further serve, Sir?”

The man shook his head negatively. “No, no, dear, you’re pregnant; it was risky enough having you do this. Report to room 13 down the hall. One of the workers will call upstairs to have a nurse come down and bring you to your appointment.”

Lizzie began walking without replying. The men worked quickly to secure Roxanne, placing cuffs around her arms, a ball gag in her mouth, and shackles on her feet. Earbuds were place in her ears and soft music began to play as the knocked out girl was carried down to another room where she would be transported to her destination.

In the small bed, the brunette woke up and yawned gently. How long had she been sleeping? Shaking off the cobwebs of what must have been a long sleep. She couldn’t remember how, or why, she was here, but nowhere in her mind did anything seem out of order, despite being naked except for a pink collar snapped tightly around her neck.

The girl stood up in bed and slid to the side. On the floor sat two pairs of shoes: a pair of white running shoes and black pumps with a very high heel. Without even considering it too deeply, she immediately put on the pumps and stood up. The girl took a few steps with them on, feeling very natural and like they were a normal part of her wardrobe. She swayed over to the wall length, wide, mirror across the room. Large breasts hung slightly in front of her, a curvy bottom off the back. Surely, she could use some exercise, but overall her body felt pleasing. Pleasing was important.

For the first time, she noticed the name tag which hung off the pink collar around her neck. “Roxi.” Of course, her name was Roxi! A pair of acrylic pink nails came up and touched the name tag. What a silly girl, forgetting her name like that. Roxi smiled, perfectly content with standing in front of the mirror with nothing but a pair of pumps on her feet and a pink slave collar around her neck.

Moments later, there was a soft knock at the door. Tami, who Roxi remembered as her friend from Dr. Daniels’ office, came inside and smiled at the naked girl. “Hi, Roxi!” She embraced her. “I am so happy you’re awake. There is someone who wants to see you.”

Roxi looked toward the door and found David walking inside at Tami’s urging. Roxi recognized him immediately and, swaying her hips, walked over, heels clicking on the floor, to him and breathed, “hello,” in a rather flirtatious manner. The brunette leaned forward, putting her breasts in proximity to him.

However, before Roxi could reach him, their neighbor Lizzie stepped out of the doorway and stood next to him, reaching up to kiss the man she was deeply in love with. Roxi stood frozen, not sure what was going on.

“Roxi doesn’t understand?” Nothing about speaking in the third person alarmed the naked Chattelbot.

David smiled and pointed to the ground. Roxi immediately sank to her knees and looked up at him for approval. “Good girl.” She beamed with pride at his words. Quietly, he whispered something to Lizzie, which she nodded in agreement to and then walked over to a couch and sat down.

Next to the mirror, Tami stood at attention, her abbreviated white nursing skirt barely covering her backside. Methodically, the Chattelbot nurse turned and walked to David, curtsying before him. “You have done well, Tami, please report to your Master for further instruction.”

Tami nodded once. “Yes, Master.” To her, all Men were Master. Her owner had simply oriented her to please Mr. Sanderson today. She left the room and headed down a hallway towards the elevator that led back upstairs. The future Mrs. Landon Vandevelde, Mandi, was done with her shift and waited upstairs for her daily conditioning session.

David turned back to Roxi and smiled. “Let me explain what happened to you. Please concentrate and focus on my words. It’s very simple, really, since you can’t have children I can’t be married to you. We should have figured this out a lot earlier, but what is done is done. I can’t be married to a girl who I can’t have a family with.”

Roxi looked up at him and began crying. She had failed him in all things! Tears streamed down her face as she began bawling loudly.

“Stop!” David put his hand on her head and commanded the girl firmly. Immediately, Roxi ceased crying and looked up at him, devotion in her red eyes. “Stop crying. Roxi...Roxi, it’s fine, because I do love you, and want you to be a part of my family.” He pointed over to Lizzie, who stood up. “Which brings me to Lizzie over here.” He walked over and put his hand on the girl’s stomach. “The baby is mine, Roxi.”

Roxi just stared at him, her foggy mind unsure how to react. “Because you couldn’t get pregnant, I had to impregnate another girl. Luckily, Lizzie had just moved back into the Rollins’ home after her behavior adjustment vacation. Lizzie was given to me for use, remember my long weekend away for work, and she was carrying my child soon after.”

“Anyhow, you just spent the past two weeks at the same vacation spot Lizzie was at having your attitudes corrected. Tell me,” he began, moving to stand directly in front of the girl, “what is your purpose?”

“Roxi exists to serve Master, Master.” She blinked a few times. David was Master, she was his slave. It made perfect sense to her. “How will Roxi serve, Master?”

David looked over again at Lizzie. “Well, obviously, we can’t be married anymore. So while you were gone, Horizon Falls’ finest lawyer put together a quick divorce. So you are no longer Mrs. Sanderson” He pulled Lizzie close to him. “That honor, the same day by our best judge, now goes to Lizzie here.” He leaned over and kissed the new Mrs. Sanderson.

Lizzie kissed her husband, and loving Master, back. Adorably, she wiggled her nose briefly. “Um, but Master, she asked what would happen to her?”

David laughed and petted Roxi gently. “Ah, right.” He lifted her chin with his hand. “See, Roxi, I do still love you, so I made an agreement so that you could stay on as my family maid. You’ll clean, cook, and assist Mrs. Sanderson in keeping an orderly home.” He paused and stared down at his former wife. “You’ll also be rented out a few nights a week to help pay for your conditioning and Lizzie’s transfer from Mr. Rollins to myself.”

Roxi nodded. Master was so smart. He had always been so smart. “Yes, Master. Roxi will do whatever you say.”

Mr. Sanderson petted the maid again. “One day, soon enough I bet, I will find a man for you. You just weren’t the right girl for me in the end.” He look at her with a pang of regret, but then shook his head. “I promise I will take good care of you.” Roxi looked up and nodded before lowering her eyes in docile submission.

The next morning, Lizzie Sanderson officially moved into her new husband’s home. In the living room, she waited passively as her husband, Mr. Rollins, and her mother, Terri, Mrs. Rollins, pregnant herself, discussed the final details of the deal. Lizzie and Terri waited patiently while the men tinkered with a few minor issues, finally shaking on it. Lizzie was officially the property of her Master now. She hugged her mother, who would become a grandmother and mother within a month of each other, and promised to get together for lunch later in the day. It made the girl so happy to have her mother next door. They could raise their children together, just like Chrissie Marsh and her mother were across the street.

After the Rollins’ left the house, David also left for work himself. With a kiss, he promised to call his wife in the afternoon. Lizzie stood at the door, a hand on her stomach, and watched him drive away. The pregnant Chattelbot loved her husband so much. Part of her understood the artificiality of it, but he really did care for her. Closing the front door behind her, she began to focus on his home and how to properly run it for the day.

Which was perfect timing for their housemaid Roxi to come down the stairs. Lizzie stood quietly by the door as the brunette maid came down the stairs, slowly moving on her very high pumps. The previously pretty girl was now quite beautiful, which made Lizzie happy because it would please their Master a lot.

Seeing Lizzie made Roxi stop where she was at the bottom of the stairs and snap to attention. “Mrs. Sanderson, how will we serve Master today?” It made Lizzie shiver with glee at how the slave said we in regards to their relationship to Master. Roxi stood before her in a black maid’s uniform which accentuated her cleavage and was quite snug on the bottom. The brunette’s hair was teased over her head, the volume showing her place as property. Shiny black pumps, white stockings, and a puppy dog look on her face complete the outfit.

Mrs. Sanderson came to stand in front of Master’s maid. “Master deserves the best home for his children and property. You will begin a total cleaning of the house. I want it to be spotless by the time you are done. I will begin working on creating a routine for us. Go obey.”

“Yes, Mrs. Sanderson.” Roxi swayed away and went into the closet where coats and some shoes were kept. This was also where cleaning supplies were kept. Where, Roxi suddenly realized, she would sleep as a mindless statue each night. The brunette maid left the closet with a sponge and cleaning spray in her delicate little hands and knelt on the wood floor to begin scrubbing a stain she had left a few weeks before while pigging out on food. Master deserved better, she knew that now, and she began to scrub both the literal and metaphorical stains from his life.