Day In The Life Of A Harem Master

Chun-Li panted, wiping sweat from her brow as the sun mercilessly beat down upon her and Zarya.

The two slavegirls were dressed in matching, loose coveralls, with nothing else underneath but the slick sheen of sweat. Rob had sent them to work out in the yard of his sprawling house, cleaning the pool, mowing the lawn, watering the plants, and whatever other grounds keeping duties he could give to them. Yes, with his wealth, he could easily afford to have professionals come every single day and it wouldn't have any sort of noticeable effect on his finances, but it was the principle of the matter. Rob had slaves that would bend over to fulfill his every need, why not put them to work? And Chun-Li agreed with it. Sure, Tifa and Brigitte were inside wearing cute and sexy outfits while they cleaned the house, and she would much rather be there, but Chun-Li could not deny Master Rob anything at all. His desire she would make into a reality, with a happy smile on her face.

She just wish it wasn't so hot...

But still, they were almost finish. Zarya was mowing the lawn and Chun-Li was watering the plants, and once that was finished, they could go inside, shower, and then report to Master for whatever else he had planned. Rob was varied and creative in his orders, so the day was never dull, but he also allowed his girls freetime to do as they pleased... so long as they were ready to return to his side at a moment's notice. But there were only so many hours in the day for one man to show his affection to so many women, and Chun-Li knew he was eying the other girls in his class to join the harem. How could one man possibly properly attend to thirty-seven slaves? Chun-Li only wished there were more than one Master...

"Hiya girls! How ya doin'?"

Chun-Li turned to the front door of the house, seeing Korri and Shulkie striding out in skimpy outfits fitting their bimbo'd bodies and minds, carrying trays of ice cold water and lemonade. She waved back at them as they approached, but gulped reflexively. Every time she saw her bimbo friends she felt... strange. She wasn't upset that her Master had turned a fierce and confident young woman and a witty, intelligent woman into dimwitted sluts. That was entirely within his right, and Chun-Li loved the power he held over them, loved how he could use and change this slaves for his pleasure.

No, she simply felt... odd. A mixture of attraction for the beautiful blonde bombshells, a twinge of sadness for who they once were (though Chun-Li would deny it if asked), and some wonder. Wondering what it would be like to be like them. Airheaded and empty and happy. They already were within Rob's thrall, so what different would it make, having the IQ of a child? It seemed freeing, from Chun-Li's perspective. But she also knew that, as of know, the Pink Room was a one-way trip. Korra and Jen Walters were gone, replaced by Korri and Shulkie. And Chun-Li didn't know if she was brave enough to make that step.

"You two are doing such a great job." Korri cheered, offering drinks to the two. "Master sent us out to give you some refre-" her brow creased in thought, "refreez - um... refrishm... like, cold drinks 'n stuff!"

Both women happily took the drinks, greedily drinking down the cool liquid and immediately feeling better. Even with their bodies covered in the drab outfits, their figures and musculature still showed through at certain points, especially as they unconsciously tugged the zipper down, exposing more of their sumptuous bodies. Beads of sweat trailed down the mature curves of Chun-Li's chest, snaking down near her flowing waist and hips, before settling in her navel, while similarly, the beads of sweat bounced about the chiseled abs of Zarya, highlighting every line of her tone, divine body.

Both bimbos eagerly watched the display, not attempt to hide their hunger or lust, Korri actively drooling over the two girls and their bodies.

Shulkie giggled at her dumb companion, batting her eyes at Chun-Li and Zarya. "Plus, we're here for some other stuff..." she said, lustfully. "'Cause, are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin', Korri?"

Korria gave her a confused look. "Um, we're, like total bimbos, Shulkie. We don't think."

"Oh, well, I was just looking at these smoking hot she-studs and thinking they deserve a bigger reward." Shulkie licked her lips excitedly, but when Korri continued to look on blankly, she openly said. "We should lick their cunnies for being such good girls."

"Oh! Oh, yeah!" Korri nodded and beamed her dumb grin. "That's such a good idea, Shulkie. Wow, you're way smarter than me." It was more like Korri was way dumber, but Shulkie didn't mind, giving the other bimbo a firm smack on her big, bubble butt. "So, whaddya say ladies?"

Zarya already had her coveralls zipped down to show off her bush. "Da." She said bluntly. "On your knees, you little ditz." She ordered her friends.

Korrie dived into Zarya's muff so quickly, Chun-Li hadn't even begun to fumble at her zipper. Eventually, she pulled her suit down below her hips, bending over and sticking her ass out. She liked being eaten out from behind, feeling the head of whoever pressing on her plush ass.

Shulkie was happy to oblige, Chun-Li moaning loudly, bracing herself against Zarya, head in her tits, while Zarya shut her eyes, letting pleasant gasps escape her lips. The two, for the moment, forgot their work and just fell into the bliss of slavery, the constant, heady flow of sex and pleasure from their Master and fellow slaves and sisters.

Eventually, Zarya cupped Chun-Li's chin, forcing her to look her in her eyes. "The way you look at them. You fantasize about it. About being like them."

Blushing, Chun-Li said in a soft voice, "Yes..."

"As do I." Zarya admitted, smiling at Chun-Li before kissing her. "To be empty and obedient, moreso than now. Nothing more than a horny, dimwitted pile of muscles. It sounds like heaven, no?"

"Yes..." Chun-Li said again, her throat very dry.

A wry smile crossed Zarya's face, teasing her companion. "But you must wonder... what would our names be? And what would a Russian or Chinese bimbo be like?"

And then, Chun-Li fell into an endless spiral of daydream. It felt like a dayslong journey for her, but couldn't have been more than five minutes. About what a Chinese bimbo would look like an act - silky black hair, tight, scandalous qipaos, horrid Engrish speech. About what life would be like as Chu-Chu or Chun-Chun, the Chinese bimbo.

"Chu-Chu sooo horny! Me love you long time! Me give good sucky-suck!"

She came. Hard and loud.

On quavering legs, Chun-Li finished her chores with Zarya and then raced off to the shower. Her pussy was already purring for the inevitable stroke session to come.

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Brigitte lowered her apron down to her waist and then dipped her big titties into the hot, soapy water, withdrawing them to slather them all over the window she was currently washing. Perhaps it wasn't the most efficient way to wash the windows, but it's what Master told her, and it certainly was sexy. Plus, she was currently washing the front windows of the house, meaning the nude breasts of the young girl were visible to any passerby on the street, a fact which was embarrassing but thrilling to Brigitte.

True to his word, Rob has immediately put Brigitte to housework, even forcing her to dress in high heel pumps with gingham dresses and aprons, giving her a Stepford Wife-esque look. And sure, there was a small part of Brigitte that missed the physical and mental satisfaction from work of a metal shop or garage, a much larger part of her enjoyed see her Master happy.

And she was especially fortunate that she was working inside, as opposed to Chun-Li and Zarya toiling away and sweating in the sun. While they were outside, Brigitte and Tifa were charged with cleaning the interior of the house for Rob, with Tifa flouncing about in a naughty French maid outfit. Currently, she was dusting and polishing while Brigitte pressed her breasts flat and hard against the surface of the glass, spreading water and suds all about.

"Ohmygosh! You two look so cute in your little outfits~"

Just as Rob sent Korri and Shulkie to service his outdoor team, the third of the bimbo trio, Cynthia, arrived to offer refreshments to Brigitte and Tifa. And, judging by the way she was ogling the two, she was planning to offer a little more.

Brigitte happily drank her water while Tifa practically pounced on Tifa, the two busty women locked in lover's embrace, when she felt a sudden pressure erupt deep within her privates, a sharp, heated buzzing thrumming from the inside of her pussy throughout the rest of her body.

"Hmmm... ooooh! Master's calling!" Rob had slid a small but powerful vibrator up Brigitte's snatch so that he could call his personal housewife **** whenever he wanted, wherever she was.

Quickly, Brigitte covered her breasts up and happily strut her way to where Rob was, hips and butt swaying with every step, body heating up in anticipation for whatever service her Master needed her for.

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And where was Rob when he was forcing his slaves to engage in menial labour?

Lounging poolside, enjoying the bright sunny day and the fruits of his effort.

He rested atop a lounge chair, in the nude (he had taken to occupying his house naked, seeing as he had no reason to cover up) with Kamala and Nami on either side of him. Kamala stood to his right, holding a parasol up to cover Rob in the shade, while Nami knelt on his left, a tray of snacks nearby, with her job to offer her Master sustenance. Both women were also nude, with the exception of the leather collars on their necks, long lengths of chain extending from the collars that were pinned to the ground via steel pitons.

Off in the pool, the surface of the water broke, wakes forming and flowing back and forth.

Rob reclined in his lounger, quiet and content, very little on his mind at the moment, just happy to bask in the glory of his harem, the beauty of his slaves.

"Master~" Nami crept forward, resting her chin on Rob's belly. "Are you certain there isn't any other service I can provide for you?" She asked, wantonly. Rob only replied by placing a hand atop her head, stroking her hair. Such gentle touches were enough to cause Nami to coo in joy.

Kamala scoffed. "You can't go more than five minutes without acting like a **** slut, can you?" Nami hardly reacted, simply narrowing her eyes and taunting Kamala with a cat's smile.

"At least my body is all natural. I don't need to inflate myself like some freak."

Kamala growled angrily, but she was quickly silent when Rob beckoned her with a finger.

"Now, girls," Rob started, grabbing Nami by the hair and raising her up. "You know there's no fighting among my slaves." Kamala extended her neck forward, slithering like a snake, as Rob took a hold of her hair too. She **** the two to came face-to-face over his chest, pressing their lips together and forcing them to make out. "You all love and respect your fellow slaves and sisters, right?"

"Yesh Mashtah..." The girls moaned and slobbered through each other's lips, heatedly and happily making out. Anything for Master.

At that moment, the surface of the pool broke, Urbosa rising from the waters, up the ladder, and back to dryland. Standing at seven-feet even barefoot, with her bronze skin soaked, sodden red hair hanging behind her, glimmering in the sunlight, showing off every single beautiful curve and muscle of her divine body... it made her look even more like a goddess than ever before. While she was bereft of her makeup and jewelry, Rob had offered some "improvements" following her enslavement - namely, small gold ring piercings through her nipples and clit, and a "****" tattoo over her crotch, similar to what Zarya had done. In addition, Urbosa had aggressively insisted on a tramp stamp in the form of Rob's cattle skull logo. She had also suggested a similar brand be placed on all of Rob's ****, an idea he put under advisement for later...

Licking his lips, feeling his thirst (in more than one ways), Rob pressed a small remote, calling Brigitte. "Enjoy your swim, love?" Rob said to Urbosa, who stalked towards him. A woman moving with determination and purpose.

"Of course, my lord." Urbosa murmured, batting her eyes at the man she once despised, who she now adored with all her heart. "You are far too kind to allow your slaves such freedom." She knelt at the foot of Rob's lounger, trying her hardest not to stare at his cock, erect and proud, and lay her desire bare.

But what other desires would a sex **** have? "You've adapted to your new life quite well, Urbosa." Rob said, drawing out the inevitable for his own pleasure.

"Naturally." Urbosa replied, her hands brushing Rob's legs. "Your power is absolute. Once I came to realize that, overcoming my ignorance, it was easy to accept all else that came with it." Her fingers crawled up his thighs. "Obedience. Submission." They crawled higher and higher, inches close to his penis. "Overwhelming pleasure..."

Rob smirked and snapped his fingers. Urbosa moved like a coiled snake, lashing out, lightning fast and with **** focus and precision. Her plump lips slipped around his cock as she bobbed up and down, never breaking eye contact with Rob. Her eyes burned with fervent desire and intense, personal devotion. Rob was her world now, and she would see to it that all his dreams came true, that all women knew the truths she knew.

Rob sank further into his chair, enjoying Urbosa's sumptuous blowjob, when the clicking of heels on stone alerted him to Brigitte's presence. "You called for me, Master?" She asked, greeting him with a cute curtsey. Even with her bulging biceps and toned shoulders, she made for a wonderful houseslave. She looked too damn cute in that apron.

"Go get me a beer, sweetcheeks." Rob ordered, eyes never turning away from Urbosa and her efforts.

"Whatever you wish, my love."

Brigitte returned not a minute later, balancing a frosty bomber bottle on a tray, before delicately bending over at her waist, offering the chilled beer to Rob. He quickly took it up and upended the entire bottle, greedily gulping down it's entire contents in one go.

When Rob finished, he turned toward Brigitte, words on the tip of his tongue, but quickly found her in proper position: bent over at the wait, hands on her ass, cheeks spread, giving him perfect access to her anus. With a bit of effort, Rob took the empty beer bottle and began to slide it into Brigitte's asshole, shoving and worrying the chilled glass as far as he could manage. Shivers of pleasure ran up and down Brigitte's spine, the girl twitching and moaning, but remaining bent forward to allow Rob to perform this little ritual.

When he was done, Rob gave her a swift smack on the ass. "Now, be a good girl and dispose of it properly, would you?"

"Of course, honey!" Brigitte chirped joyfully. "Anything for you." And then she did her best to strut sexily away, while keeping the bottle lodged inside her, biting on her lip from the sensation of the intrusion within her.

And with that done, Rob lay deeper on his lounger, allowing himself to orgasm. Urbosa swallowed every bit of cum her released, not spilling a drop.

It was good to be the Master...