Harem Recruitment Drive I

Rob walked through the galley - a new addition to the Big House - with MJ and Wanda in his arms taking in the beautiful artwork that he had recently acquired. Glittering golden statues of gorgeous women lined the numerous plinths of the straightaway gallery, all of them smiling and saluting, proud and busty. Rob leered at the gorgeous golden figures that surrounded him, noticing that MJ was giving them a similar lustful look, while Wanda proudly basked in how satisfied and happy her beloved was.

Recently having been stricken with cripplingly indecisiveness about how to continue his sexual escapades and enslaving shenanigans, Rob felt like his old self once more. Surrounded by both two of his favourite girls and a gallery of fawning statues, he could feel his body buzzing with confidence and lust, a heady but familiar cocktail that grounded him yet sent him into the stratosphere all the same. The world was his oyster and he had barely any effort to take that oyster.

“I think my problem was, it was like a ‘no more world left to conquer’ deal. I mean, I don’t think I could ever top what I did with you two and Zee.” Rob happily gabbed to his two queens, all under the dazzling smiles of the golden beauties around them. The truth was, every statue was simply a petrified and gilded woman on Rob’s list, stolen away and turned into trinkets and trophies for his pleasure, on standby before he officially added them to his harem.

“I was so caught up in thinking ‘what role do I give these girls’ or ‘how would they fit in the harem’? But I was so caught up in the fact that I can do anything that I forgot… I can do anything!”

“We can do anything.” MJ corrected with a cocky smirk, cuddling close to Rob, even as her eyes never left the gallery of gilded future-slaves. “For your, for the harem, for ourselves. And with all that being said, we’re so happy you’re out of your funk, Tiger, but let’s animate some of these sluts and have some fun!”

“I’m simply happy to hear you are better, my beloved.” Wanda replied in a soft murmur, hands resting on her great baby bump. “I know for a fact there is still much work to be done, even if our newer ****-sisters won’t be given such strict roles within the harem.”

At that Rob shrugged, stopping in his tracks to gaze at some of the statues. “Well, I don’t know about that. This is a new era and we’re playing things by ear. Sure, some girls are just going to be there to be fucktoys and breeding stock, but how about Pyra and Mythra here?” Rob gestured to a pair of statues that looked like big-breasted anime sexdolls. “I can see them… hmm, yeah! They can be caretakers for our daughters. When the girls are young, Pyra and Mythra can be babysitters and role models, beautiful and kind and strong, and when the girls become old enough, they’ll have their own personal maids and fucktoys to play with!”

https://www.deviantart.com/cyn1calrobot/art/Pyra-Mythra-Bunny-girls-911690818

Wanda cooed softly, hands still on her belly, rubbing it gently. “Yes, dear, how wonderful indeed. I think our girls will love having such pretty attendants.”

MJ, tapping her foot and looking a little cross, did not share Wanda’s maternal instincts.

“Okay, cool, that sounds great and all, but aren’t you going to bring one of these sluts to life and claim them for yourself?”

“My, aren’t you a little impatient?” Rob chuckled, sharing an amused glance with Wanda.

“Yeah, I am.” MJ admitted, arms thrown wide and to the side as if to enhance her confession. “It’s been more than a month since I joined the harem and you haven’t enslaved anyone else since then. And, yes, I’ve enjoyed my time with you and Wanda and Zee, and I love all the other girls, and I love my powers, but I am ready to see my handsome, powerful Master at work, in his element, doing what he does best.” Her lips pursed into a naughty smile, emerald eyes bouncing along golden busts and frozen, fawning smiles. “And that’s turning hotties into submissive bimbos and eager whores - just like you did to me!”

“That is very true.” Wanda mused aloud, going to Rob, gently placing one hand upon his arm and looking up at him with sincere concern, though only a modest amount. “There’s never been this big of a gap between acquisitions. I know you explained your battle with ennui and said you’re feeling better, but I think it’s time to prove it…” Wanda nuzzled into Rob’s broad chest while one hand slowly drifted to his groin, to grasp his semi-hard penis and bring it to a state of readiness. “After all, there’s no way you could resist touring your new gallery of prizes without succumbing to your desires, darling. Even if MJ weren’t literally buzzing at the prospect of it all.”

Rob sighed happily, holding Wanda’s head close to her and stroking her thick auburn locks, enjoying her consoling touch and consoling words, even as MJ perked up, wide-eyed and wondrous before the gilded slaves, like a kid in a candy store.

“Damn straight, no better time to get back in the saddle than right now.” With a great amount of willpower, Rob pulled himself away from Wanda and began to tour a few nearby statues. It didn’t take much time for him to find one and nod at it before looking expectantly and commandingly at the pair of redheads.

“After you, dear.” Wanda said, bowing and gesturing at MJ to take the stage. MJ touched her chest, genuflecting and smiling at Wanda’s actions.

“You’re far too kind, sister.”

“Oh, I would never dare deprive you of such depravity, dearest sister.” Wanda blew her a kiss. “Enjoy.”

With a playful smirk and dramatic gesture, MJ’s power surged forward to the statue, causing the gold veneer to literally peel away and releasing the woman within. Eerie, pale skin sculpted into a voluptuous form. Shiny, thick black hair teased into a bun and bound with long, pointed hairpins. Red eyes and plump, pouty purple-painted lips which normally affected a cool, scowling disposition, but now could only bobble and gog in shock. A tight, fur-lined dress of leather and lace, complete with stockings and heels, of which the woman almost tripped over as she was returned to consciousness and motility, falling from her plinth to the floor and barely able to remain upright.

https://www.deviantart.com/agathaenigmata/art/LuluNoobAIXLVpred-12-1177241103

Tits just Lulu - er, it’s just Lulu, the Boob ma - BLACK mage of Final Fantasy X fame, possessing the biggest, softest, fullest pair of Final Fantasy funbags that didn’t belong to Tifa. Groaning and swaying as if she had just awoken from a daze, Lulu tottered about unsteadily on her heels, trying to get her bearings, both physical and mental, before she turned and almost fell directly into Rob’s arms.

Staring up at the strange man with wide, ignorant eyes, Lulu gawked more at the strangeness of her surroundings than anything else. She seemingly wasn’t aware that Rob was naked, as a matter of fact. So, before she could regain any sense of cognizance or awareness, Rob pulled her into a deep embrace and kissed her, full on the lips, tongue slipping into her gaping, shocked mouth. Lulu squirmed and let out a few muffled cries, before her soft, curvaceous body all but melted in Rob’s grasp, swooning and swinging as she shut her eyes and moaned.

When the two broke away, Lulu sank to her knees, panting and moaning, as her eyes were clouded with lust and submission. Rob kept a hand on her face, propping her chin up while his thumb traced the curves of her lovely lips.

“M-my lord…” Lulu stammered in a low, breathy voice. “Ah… how may I serve you? Please, all I desire is to please you, sir…”

Rob smirked. Another longstanding crush reduced to a submissive ****, fully enamoured with him, fully embracing their fate. After some moment of insecurity and indecisiveness, his confidence was already bouncing back, but seeing and hearing this - again, seeing and hearing it again - from another woman he lusted for, a woman so perfectly sexy and desirable, his confidence was skyrocketing at the moment.

As was his libido. His cock, now fully erect, loomed before Lulu, the gothic beauty in awe at her new object of worship. Wordlessly, Rob looked down upon her, Lulu licked her lips and smirked as she pulled down the top of her dress, freeing those gigantic tits and readying them for work.

To say that MJ was enjoying the show would be an understatement, especially seeing as how she had someone to enjoy it with. From the moment she freed Lulu from her gilded prison, her eyes were glued about her and Rob, watching the Master at work as he quickly and effortlessly subsumed the will of the cold, acerbic woman and turned her into a fawning loveslave. Then, Wanda took her from behind, nuzzling and cuddling with her fellow queen, growing multiple arms in order to grope and squeeze and stroke and touch MJ all over. Breast, hair, belly, hips, ass, thighs, groin, Wanda’s legion of busy hands and fingers dancing across the freckles flesh of the eager, horny redhead.

“See how quickly she succumbs?” Wanda whispered into MJ’s ear, her voice barely audible against the symphony of MJ’s moans and the raucous noise of Lulu’s tits slapping against Rob’s thick, turgid cock. “How his blooming confidence enforces his power? How even a woman of such reputation stands no chance before our beloved Master?” Wanda planted a heated kiss on the neck of Mary Jane, who leaned back, eyes fluttering, her groans reaching a crescendo.

“Mmmm… fuck yes! It’s so good! More! I want more!”

While MJ was basking in his power, Rob was living the dream of a lot of young men from the early 2000s, what with his cock sandwiched between the two massive pale mounds that were Lulu’s breasts. The soft fuckpillows were so large that they threatened to swallow Rob’s thick member, forcing him to engorge it and lengthen it, because few things were sexier than a busty woman working her tits up and down a colossal shaft like his.

Slick with saliva and precum, Lulu slid up and down the well-lubricated cock, moaning and panting softly with effort and need, eagerly accepting her new position, her new role, her new vocation with nary a complaint. In fact, Lulu had a soft, pleasant smile upon her pouty lips, basking in the pleasure she was giving to her new Master.

“It is an honour to please you with my slutty body, my Master.” Lulu purred in her deep, sensual voice in between kissing and licking Rob’s pulsating head. “As it is to be chosen for this task. I am eager to - MMPHGHR!!!” Rob had seized Lulu by the hair and shoved her down onto his cock, willing himself to cum and flooding his newest ****’s hot, warm mouth with his seed.

“Ugh, fuck I needed this.” He cast a glance towards MJ, making out with Wanda while the latter was still touching her all over. “Much as you're enjoying it, MJ, I almost forgot how good it felt to claim a hot piece of ass and take her out for a test drive.” Slipping free of the soft prison that was Lulu’s bust, Rob repositioned himself as to deepthroat the busty gothic mage, still holding her by the hair as to guide his length down her throat. “Mmm, she takes cock like a pro, too. Funny to think I have so many bitches at my beck and call and I still have so many I want to fuck. So many I’ve been wanting to fuck for years and years and years…”

High off the orgasm and the act of enslaving another fictional beauty, as well as surrounded by the gorgeous golden visages of others he wished to claim, a sudden idea came to Rob. He looked at MJ when she finally tore herself away from Wanda, and his redheaded, vivacious queen mirrored his smirk. As if reading his mind (which he was pretty sure the three empowered women were, every now and then), MJ snapped her fingers and pulled one of the petrified women from her plinth to the middle of the galley, presenting her before Rob.

As before, the gold flaked away to reveal another woman pale of skin, red of eye, and with raven black hair, who was also considerably busty and curvaceous. Unlike Lulu, though, this woman possessed a more gentle, motherly countenance, radiating pure kindness while clad in her red sweater dress. Much like Lulu, the woman was disoriented when freed of her gilded prison, but she had even less time to react to her strange surroundings before MJ tapped the side of her head. In an instant, the new woman went slack, arms dropping to her side, mouth agape, and eyes unfocused. A soft moan escaped from her as MJ quickly went to work rewriting her soft, pliable mind.

“Don’t worry there, Miss Briar. You just need a new attitude adjustment in order to fit in your new role.” Then, MJ stole a look at the woman’s figure, deciding she could use a few more cup sizes, along with a bigger butt and hips. “Eh, while I’m here, might as well boost those up, too. Hmm, pale skin and dark hair. Tifa and Asami, now Lulu and Yor. Do you think Master has a type?”

Yor Briar did not respond, staring blankly as her mind was enslaved to MJ and Rob’s wills.

“His type is obedient and sexy women, nothing more, nothing less.” Wanda said, Rob too busy to attend to MJ’s question. “Though if it was his type, it is not a bad archetype to desire.”

MJ finished up Yor’s brainwashing with a hearty smack to her inflated butt, urging the woman forward. “Present yourself to our Master, slut!”

Yor gasped and stumbled forward, approaching Rob, who had flipped Lulu around and was busy plowing into her needy cunt, depositing thick torrents of jizzum deep inside of her and impregnating his newest ****. Yor blushed. Whether it was due to such an openly carnal act being done so openly or if she was starstruck before her new lord and Master, no one knew. Her ivory skin went scarlet, as her mouth quavered, holding her hands up to her face, as if blocking Rob from her sight would block her as well.

Rob acknowledged her presence with a grunt, still bucking his hips against Lulu as he addressed her. “I’m about to have a lot of children, babe, and while I have a system set up to take care of them, all the work is going to be done by magical constructs. I figured a human touch was necessary.” Rob finally turned to look at her and, even though he had just nutted in Lulu about a half-dozen times, his mouth practically watered over the woman presented before her. “So, congratulations Yor Briar, you’re my nanny ****! You’re going to be in charge of overseeing the development and growth of my brood. How does that sound to you?”

As if on cue, Wanda and MJ stepped forward to flank Yor, placing their pregnant, protruding bellies forth, using the sheer girth of them to almost envelop Yor from all sides. Still blushing and now hyperventilating, Yor’s eyes went as wide as saucers, flicking back between the sexual majesty of her owner and the two gorgeous fertility goddesses next to her.

“Ah… it’s an honour to be chosen, Master~” Yor said in a swooning, lovestruck voice, almost echoing Lulu’s words from earlier. She clasped her cheek in her palms, smiling deliriously at Rob. “I promise I will do whatever it takes to make sure your daughters grow up healthy and happy. It’s my one and only dream in life to be their caretaker and nanny, my lord.”

Rob nodded. “Well, that’s one half of the equation taken care of.” Then, in a stern, commanding tone, he said, “‘Thorn Princess’.”

Yor gasped, eyes going wide for all of a moment, before they fell flat, red eyes growing empty and distant. Her hands fell to her sides again while emotion drained from her face, but it wasn’t the blank, mindless face of a woman being hypnotized. This was a truly severe face, merciless, nonsense, focused on one thing and one thing only.

“Thorn Princess, reporting for duty.” Yor stated in a low, clipped voice. She saluted in a crisp, sharp motion. “How may I serve, Master?”

https://www.deviantart.com/mikamipinup/art/Yor-Forger-918308869

While he didn’t have a specific reason in mind for splitting Yor’s character in two - the sweet and motherly woman and the dark and suave assassin - it would be a waste of her near superhuman abilities not to have such an agent in his back pocket.

“Oh, nothing for now.” Rob waved her off dismissively, pulling out of Lulu, both man and woman groaning as he did. “‘Nanny ****’.”

At the utterance of the second key phrase, Yor “woke up”, as it were, returning to normal with nary an idea of what had happened.

“But if you want to serve me…” Rob chuckled as he approached Yor Briar. “We can start by putting a baby in you. And if you want to show my devotion to me and my family…”

With a fluid motion, Wanda made her clothing become the air itself, revealing her divine nude form. “As my beloved takes you, you can worship my pregnant pussy with your tongue, slut.”

Unable to contain her giddiness, Yor blushed again, her entire body literally vibrating with delight. “Aha… yes, Master! Yes Mistress!” She squeaked in a high-pitched voice. “Anything for you…”

And so Rob knocked up his second ivory skinned, dark haired, red eyed woman of the day, fucking Yor doggy style while she was happily lapping at Wanda’s swollen, engorged cunt. Not one to be left out of the action, MJ practically dived upon Lulu, playing with her massive tits while also eagerly slurping the excess cum leaking from her pussy.

“God damn, this was great!” MJ said in between muff-diving sessions. “But we’re not stopping here, huh, Tiger? More bitches, more sluts, more slaves. And not just the gallery. We have to go out and go on a hunt. Mmm, I know what you did with Zatanna and the Westeros whores, and then Wanda and the XXX-Girls, I hope you have something special in mind for me, too!”

“You know it, babe.” Rob replied after a pause, mind too occupied with Yor’s plush, soft pussy. “We’re gonna - hnng - we’re gonna have lots and lots of fun. I’ve got plans, I’ve got targets, I just needed, hmm, I don’t know… a kick in the butt, I guess. Something to get me going and really get back in the flow of things. I’m not saying that month was wasted time, buuuut…” Rob trailed off, picking up steam in his humping. He was using one hand to keep Yor’s face all but plastered to Wanda’s crotch.

“Let’s go fucking nuts, MJ! Before we have a legion of kids to call our own, let’s nab as many slaves as I can possibly handle. Sky’s the limit and we have all the time and power in the world!”

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This chapter, this fucking chapter.

Going into March, I had the entirety of that month's chapters written, a huge back-log. Then I got to this chapter and I couldn't just do it and the whole month slipped away.

Originally, this chapter - and arc - was something called "Fantasy Warfare" and would feature numerous girls in a competition where the losers became slaves. And I just could not get it to work. I wrote the first three chapters of the arc twice and scrapped both of them because they just were not working. Maybe it was because I had like 18 girls and that was just too much, or maybe it was because I was not use to writing or overly familiar with most of the girls features, or maybe I wasn't in the mood to write action or combat.

So, "Harem Recruitment Drive" is the compromise. Less ambitious and interesting but actually something I could write in a timely fashion. Frustrating, but that's how it is.

Also, yes, for the time being, we're going to be alternating between "Zatanna vs Wonder Woman" and "Harem Recruitment Drive" (and one more arc, since the latter is shorter than the former).