Harem Recruitment Drive III

Always the good girl, always the sweetheart, Yuna knew nothing of decadence, extravagance, or utter sexual bliss. Rob was quick to educate the naive girl about her new way of life.

After nearly fucking the life out of her and fucking a baby into her, Yuna was given a whirlwind tour of what her new life would be like, what would be expected of her, and what she could expect as a member of Rob’s grand harem.

To say she never imagined surrendering her will and submitting herself as a **** could be so rewarding and filling would be an understatement.

The best food and drink, fast cars, luxurious mansions, beautiful women, and mind-numbing sex, Yuna experienced it all so fast in such a short amount of time it made her head spin. Made her question her life decisions as a humble priestess turned still very humble pop star. And all of that wasn’t to mention that, yes, while Rob mostly just wanted her body, he was still more than willing to help her music career. Only now Yuna wanted to become a sultry songstress belting out alluring and sensual torch songs as a paean and tribute to her beloved Master.

But for now, she was content hanging poolside with her best friend/best fuckbuddy and her beloved Master.

The Master apparently had a show planned today - the heavily muscular and heavily pregnant Urbosa was marching to-and-for wrangling other slaves for the performance while the two maids busied themselves serving the other girls, mingling in and around the pool. The Master had even brought his glorious throne out poolside, accompanied by the gorgeous and alluring Mary Jane Watson, the divine redhead wearing her bejeweled golden crown and radiating power and majesty.

Yuna sighed dreamily at the ultimate power couple. Too shy to ask to sit near them, to be given the privilege of such an honoured position, Yuna was content sitting in the shallows by the edge of the pool nearest to Rob and his enslaved goddess.

Yuna’s fellow slaves were occupying the other edges of the pool, because in the centre of it a floating platform was set up, at first appearing as a stage for the show, until the truth was revealed. Urbosa came out a short while later, leading two new women by lengths of chain attached to the collars they wore. Both women trudged behind the Gerudo with dull eyes and downcast heads, marching in unison as they crossed a bridge onto the floating platform, where they took a knee and bowed their heads in supplication to Rob.

One woman was lithe yet athletic, tall with long, willowy legs and flowing long hair in a shade of light, glossy pink. Despite such a supremely feminine hair colour, expressing something soft or gentle, the woman wore a serious and hard expression.

The other was even taller, clearly powerful and athletic as well, but with a body ripped with hard muscle. Big biceps, thighs, and calves, with rippling musculature on her abs and back. She was… exotic, for the lack of a better word, with bright red skin and a pair of horns rising from her broad forehead. A strange orange light pulsed beneath her sternum, like the crackling of a fire, and the air shimmered and sizzled about her as if she was radiating intense heat.

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In addition to being led in on leashes and their submissive posturing, both women were also clad in only flimsy loincloths and literal chainmail bikinis, their costuming demeaning them and sexualizing them, broadcasting to the harem that their entertainment for the day would also be their new slaves. And that the stage floating on the water’s surface was in fact an arena.

The old hands of the harem had experienced this all before, Rob organizing impromptu gladiator games between his girls for his entertainment. But that was several months and almost sixty girls ago, now he could frame it in a different matter: an audition before two alluring warrior women who just wanted someone to love.

As the truth became apparent to the harem, hushed whispers spread amongst the girls, as they analyzed the two new pieces of meat and took bets on the inevitable fight. Tifa and Aerith quickly made their way through the throng of slaves in and around the pool, refreshing drinks before coming to stand dutifully next to their Master and his queen. Yuna swooned again. Having such beautiful women at his beck and call, under his sway and power, obsessed and in love with him… it just made it seem all the more majestic and wonderful!

Refilling Rob’s glass, Tifa made a show of it, leaning over at her waist while keeping her legs straight and locked, so that everyone got a good look at her soppy, slutty pussy while Rob fondled her big, soft butt. He pulled the maid in for a kiss, to the jealousy of most of the girls and to the utter glee of MJ, who loved to watch her man manhandle his property.

“Mmm, thanks babe.” Rob sent her on her way with a smack on the bum before turning to Urbosa. “Ready to get this show on the road, muscleslut?”

“All at your discretion, my lord.” Urbosa bowed her head, painted lips pursed into an affectionate and dutiful smile. “All we do, we do for you.” She then raised herself as to direct the others in the harem, Urbosa’s smooth and lyrical voice rising like thunder. “These two unworthy sluts before me wish to join the sanctity of our harem, wish for the pleasure and honour of serving our Master, for the privilege of pleasing him and bearing his children, as we all do. They are broken, despondent, and empty women who can only be fixed by the love of a great man, by being put in their place as all women should be.” As Urbosa berated and insulted the two warrior women, neither of them so much as flinched. Before continuing, Urbosa seized both of them by the air, yanking back to **** their heads up, so they may stare upon Rob and his glory.

“Our Master, in his infinite compassion and his greater than infinite hunger for female flesh, has shown them mercy by allowing them to compete for his affection. For his love. For his cock.” Urbosa planted a stingingly condescending kiss on the pale flesh of the pink-haired woman's cheek. “Tell us your name, bitch, and why you wish to serve our lord. Why might you be worthy of his love?”

As if being presented before the discerning eyes of Rob Daily, the hungry eyes of Mary Jane, and the judging eyes of the harem, the grim facade of the woman broke. She inhaled sharply before exhaling in a shuddering breath, quivering in Urbosa’s grasp, dull and empty eyes meeting with Rob’s.

“My name is Lightning Farron. M-my chosen name that is, my pseudonym. I was born Claire Farron.” Lightning spoke in a smooth contralto, but any power or pride her voice projected was diminished by her halting speech. She continued to quiver and shrink before the merciless audience of harem girls. “B-but the Master can call me whatever he wants! I… I thought I had to be hard and tough to survive the world, but all I did was push away everyone close to me. Everyone thinks I’m a bitch and hates me and now all I want is a purpose again! And if that means serving you, then so be it…”

A wall of murmur formed around Lightning on centre stage, threatening to swallow her whole as every friend group and clique made their summary judgment on the wannabe slavegirl. Dr. Mercy and Miss Asami - gorgeous and egotistical and surrounded by their coterie of fuckpets - were dismissive. Sombra the hacker made snarky, pithy insults that drew a few meanspirited chuckles. Sex-addled Cersei and Ney-Ney drooled over exposed female flesh. Others - Yor Briar and Chun-Li, sweet and motherly; Jean Grey and her contingent of Mutans, cool and analytical; Ahsoka and Barris, friendly and loving - looked hopeful.

Yuna scooted through the shallows towards Lulu, to ask her in a whisper. “What do you think of her?” Her friend shrugged, watching the scene play out with cool detachment.

“She’s most likely here because the Master sees potential in her. And he can turn anyone into something useful to him. Look around.” Lulu motioned to the gathered harem. “He can warp bodies and minds to his liking. Surely he can find some role for a self-proclaimed bitch like her.”

Then, Urbosa went to the fiery red woman, though she did not physically handle her in any way, for Karlach and her Infernal Engine could burn to the touch, and even a desert-dwelling Gerudo could not withstand such heat for long.

“And, devil slut, introduce yourself to my sisters and our Master and beg him for his grace and succor.”

Even on her knees, as she rose hopefully and expectantly, Karlach seemed like a towering pyre or burning beacon next to broken, defeated Lightning.

“Please, Master, please, I beg of you!” Or perhaps **** was the term to describe the big, muscular tiefling. “All my life, I’ve been a ****, but one of war and ****, not pleasure and love. I’d do anything you ask of me - anything at all - if you can quell the Infernal Engine in me, so that I can love and touch like an ordinary gal! That’s all I wanted, honest - a man to love and serve and ever since I’ve heard of you, it’s all I can think about. Being your pet, your girl, your ****…”

Karlach trailed off, sinking into herself, as the murmur began anew. All together, the harem was more impressed with this one, though not by much. For her part, Yuna felt pity for both of these poor women. Yuna may have not had her parents growing up, but she had her friends and family, and now she had her Master. But to live in this world without anyone to love and serve was a barbaric fate she would not wish on any woman. Daring to steal a glance back at her beloved owner, Yuna recited a silent prayer that Rob would show mercy to these two unfortunate souls.

While she was looking at him, Rob suddenly lowered his head and their eyes met. Rob smiled at her, Yuna quickly turning away and blushing, so happy yet so embarrassed. Overjoyed and buzzing, she cuddled up against Lulu, lightly groping her gigantic breasts while planting a few kisses on the flawless ivory skin of her neck.

“These two miserable sluts will have the opportunity to battle for our Master’s love!” Urbosa declared in a booming voice, cutting through the chatter and Yuna’s flustered mind with ease. Tifa and Aerith - having somehow left Rob’s side undetected - appeared from behind Urbosa and approached Karlach and Lightning, as the two rose up and walked to opposite ends of the platform. The two maids presented arms to the warrior women, a round shield and a blunted sword. Yuna’s preternatural magical senses saw a shifting aurora permeate the weapons.

“You see it too, don’t you?” Lulu confirmed with her sharper eye for this sort of thing. The unseen aura grew and began to encompass and cloak both women. “The spell will change any pain they feel into pleasure. Fitting for wannabe sexslaves.”

“The rules are simple,” Urbosa continued her explanation, as Tifa and Aerith left the platform, “You win by forcing your opponent to orgasm, knocking them out, or knocking them into the water. Afterwards, our Master will make his judgment to see if you are worthy to join the splendid existence that is the harem.”

Urbosa affirmed with both competitors that they understood the rules before she herself vacated the ring, leading to Lightning and Karlach to face-off with one another. Karlach was bigger and stronger by a magnitude of order, that was plain to see, and now Yuna could also see her red skin was blemished with a myriad of ugly scars, proving she had repeatedly tested her mettle in battle. But Lightning, Yuna noticed immediately, moved with a mercurial grace fitting her lithe nature and athletic body, and where before she was nothing but a shaking mess of nerves, she seemed to have found her focus and confidence again, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes in pure determination.

Karlach was buzzing, literally bouncing on her feet, equal parts anxious, ****, and energetic. Lightning was still, paradoxically composed but afraid, unbending iron before a wild, flickering flame.

Rob began to festivities in the most appropriate manner possible:

“Alright, babes, let’s see which of you earns the right to take me cock!”

Karlach roared and came off the start blocks with a mad charge, swinging her blade at Lightning with all the **** her muscular body could manage. The attack well telegraphed, Lightning got her shield up and blocked it, but Karlach followed through by using her height, weight, and strength advantage to bull rush forward. Her bare feet on the slick marble offer very little friction, Lightning found herself forcibly pushed backwards to the edge, even as she leaned forward and pushed back against Karlach in vain.

Still, with Karlach occupied with her offence, Lightning saw an opening, jabbing the tip of her sword around her shield and Karlach’s guard, striking her in the stomach. The effects were immediate, as Karlach let out a throaty moan, back visible shuddering and knees knocking, as her momentum was arrested. Jab, jab, jab. Poke, poke, poke. Lightning lived up to her namesake with a series of wickedly fast strikes, all aimed at Karlach’s exposed tummy and all sending waves of mind-numbing pleasure into the muscle-bound tiefling.

Not enough to make her cum, but enough to make her stop, Karlach’s knees buckled and she took a sway step backwards, easing up the pressure on Lightning. Still pressing her advantage, Lightning moved forward, smooth as silk, dropping to the ground and sliding underneath Karlach’s legs to get at the big red woman’s back. This time, instead of a light jab, Lightning leapt into the air and scored with a big, dramatic spinning slash that scored across Karlach’s broad back. If they were fighting with actual blades, it may have severed her spine, but in this lewd mockery of gladiatorial combat, it only sent the tiefling staggering away, cursing and groaning.

“You cheeky little bitch…” Karlach panted as she got some much needed space between her and her foe. “A little thing like you, you’re not gonna make me cum with those little love taps, you know? Lithesome little sluts like you always go down to big gals like me!”

Lightning just alighted her sword and smirked. “Big gal talks a big game, but can she back it up? Or is she going to be unloved and untouchable all her life?”

Volcanic veins blazing like the sun beneath her red skin, Karlach roared as her rage ignited and propelled her forth. Lightning danced away from another bull charge from Karlach. She deflected a wide slash next, but the unnatural power of Karlach was too much to withstand. The blow had been parried, but it broke Lightning’s guard and threw her off-balance. Then, Karlach hit with another monstrously powerful blow that caught Lightning beneath her armpit and swept her from her feet, sending the pink-haired woman flying.

She hit the ground in a heap, rolling, but not in pain, as a silly, wavering smile overtook her features, eyes hazed with delirium, pleasure ripping through her body. Lightning whined and moaned, fighting the need to touch herself, even as she lay on the arena floor, face down and ass up with her butt wiggling enticingly in the air.

Yuna briefly turned away from the action towards her Master, who was clearly enjoying the show. He had Aerith bent over before his throne, yanking on her ponytail as he pumped his cock into her. MJ was following suit, Tifa’s face located between her luscious thighs and eating the redhead out.

Around her, egged on by Rob’s visible enjoyment of the proceedings, the crowd was whipped into a frenzy, cheering and booing both women, mostly the latter, as catcalls and jeers rained down on the two competitors.

Back in the ring, the two warriors settled into a pattern of speed and finesse versus power and rage. Lightning now knew she would be foolish to try to block or deflect every blow from the powerhouse before her, so she mixed in parries and dodges while finding openings in Karlach’s guard for many quick thrusts and slashes. The individual attacks weren’t much on their own, but they added up, as Karlach was soon huffing and shivering, shaking her head to dispel the cloud of lust miring her. But, one in ten of Karlach’s blows did find purchase, causing Lightning’s stomach to flutter and her heart to beat rapidly, lust threatening to overtake her.

Even without taking actual damage, within five minutes of the beginning of the battle, both women were exhausted, sweating and panting. Sword and shield felt abominably heavy, their arms drooping and their legs swaying, as they both tried to find that last bit of energy within them to put away their opponent.

Lightning made the first move, cagily approaching her opponent while Karlach had her back to the corner. Her steps were slow yet sure, shield in front of her and eyes locked on the tiefling giantess, dodging away from any of the wild slashes Karlach lashed out with. After one such attempt, Lightning chopped her blunted blade down on Karlach’s outstretched wrist, causing her to drop her sword and send it tumbling into the pool! Lightning’s eyes narrowed like a lioness’ going in for the kill. Karlach’s widened in shock and dread, like a gazelle before said lioness.

In utter desperation, Karlach lunged forward once more and slugged Lightning with a big right hook. The blow landed true, hitting Lightning in the shoulder and causing the woman to whine in bliss, pirouetting in the balls of her feet as she fought against the tide of pleasure.

And that’s when Karlach realized it. It wasn’t just their weapons that were enchanted to dish out pleasure instead of pain. The enchanted extended to their whole bodies.

Seeing her moment, Karlach pounced on Lightning and scooped up the (well-built, quite tall and athletic yet) smaller woman into a rib-crushing bear hug. Arms pinned at her side, Lightning had no leverage to bring forth either shield or sword, all but trapped in Karlach’s grasp.

Karlach unleashed a monstrous roar, bellowing out upwards to the heavens, as she urged the Infernal Engine- the devilish machine that served as her heart - to kick into overdrive and set her body ablaze. Her body temperature, in and out, began to skyrocket, the sweat on her skin vaporizing into steam, and Lightning was pressed right up against that superheated red skin. She cried and whined and moaned, thrashing in Karlach’s grip, kicking and writhing but unable to do a damn thing before the freakish strength of the Amazonian tiefling.

But, still, she would not submit. She would not give up. She did not cum.

“Come on you damn slut…!” Karlach said in a hoarse voice, feeling weak and lightheaded from her own surging temperature. “Just fuckin’ give up you dumb bitch… I want this… I need it!”

Lightning moaned and drooled, eyes rolled in the back of her skull. She was close, Karlach just needed to send her over the edge.

Her spade tip-tail lashed around, between Karlach’s legs and then between Lightning’s, snaking all the way up past her loincloth and implanting the broad tip into her dripping pussy. Without warning, Karlach’s tail drove deep into Lightning as the woman herself mounted one last surge of offence, tightening her grip around her opponent.

Lightning cried in a supremely feminine, sexual, submissive and un-Lightning-like manner, all but bending in half, as she arched backwards and her legs kicked upwards, toes just about hitting the top of her head, all held by the fulcrum of Karlach’s muscular arms.

It didn’t last much longer than that.

“FUUUUUUUUuuuuuuck!!! NOOooooOOOooo!!! AAAAAAH CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! I’M SORRY MASTER! THIS WORTHLESS BITCH IS CUUUUUUUUUMING!!!!!”

Her spasming pussy expelled it’s load, splattering on the ring floor. Karlach deposited Lightning onto the ground, letting the woman ride out her mind-breaking orgasm as a pile on the floor. The crowd heckled Lightning mercilessly in her defeat, while Karlach crumpled to the floor herself, exhausted.

But with the battle done, with the exhausted winner basking in her victory and the loser facing the slings and arrows of an unforgiving crowd, all eyes soon turned to Rob and his coming judgment.

As Urbosa got the two competitors to a reasonable state of presentability, Rob rose from his throne with all the grace a Master should possess. MJ briefly touched him before Rob walked forward and literally walked on water, striding across the surface of the pool as if it were solid! Yuna was in utter awe by the majestic miracle, even as the other girls around her rushed forward, forming a corridor on either side of Rob, reaching their arms up so that their fingertips brushed against him, **** and happy for even that bit of skin contact.

Karlach lay on her knees, head high and chest protruding outward, proudly. She gazed up at Rob, smiling gently and swooning on the spot. Lightning was defeated and prostrated, on hands and knees with her head bowed before Rob and his approach. He slowly passed between the two women to greet Urbosa with a kiss and a smack on the butt.

“Well, that was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?” Rob pronounced to the crowd of adoring slaves, who all screamed and cheered for him. “I don’t want to sound like a total villain and megalomaniac, but it is a hell of a thrill watching women fight for my entertainment. For the pleasure of being mine. Now…”

He turned to Karlach, motioning for her to stand up. Being victorious and being in the presence of Rob seemed to reinvigorate her, as she rose in one smooth motion, towering above Rob, daring to get as close as she could without burning him.

“Karlach, my lovely, you have proven you deserve to be one of my sluts.” Rob pronounced, eyes appreciatively running up and down her muscular form. “You are a vision in red, made to be mine…”

Karlach allowed herself a sigh, all but melting before her new Master. “You’re far too kind, sir… but, well, you should know. I… kinda can’t touch anyone without burnin’ them. It’s this thing in me, the Infernal Engine, and it-” Rob held up a hand, silencing her.

“I have another girl like that. Rogue. She literally sucked the life out of anyone she touched. I fixed her and now she’s a proper slut, utterly obsessed with the sex she was denied beforehand. So, let me fix you…”

Without any further adieu, Rob placed a hand on Karlach’s sternum, where the Infernal Engine lay. His flesh did not burn or sizzle or sear or anything. The Master performed another miracle before his slaves, seemingly immune to Karlach’s natural fire. He then dragged his palm down Karlach’s body, from sternum to tummy to navel to crotch, hooking his fingers as to drag down her bikini and loincloth along the way. And as Rob dragged his hand, he dragged the Engine with him, so that the blazing glow now was nestled above her pussy.

Karlach stared in wonderment at all of this, tears welling in her eyes. A “Thank you” was on her lips, but Rob was not done yet. His hands then began to glide over the myriad of scars, burns, and blemished that marred her otherwise beautiful skin, Rob’s touch healing them in an instant, while at the same time altering Karlach’s already voluptuous body even more to his liking, as her muscles bulged and her tits and ass inflated, the tiefling transforming into a devilishly beautiful fuckdoll before everyone’s eyes.

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“You’re gonna be the perfect muscleslut bimbo breeding slut, red.” Rob said, admiring his handiwork with a smirk. “Just a cock-addicted, cum-addicted whore. Oh, and it’s the ‘Carnal Engine’ now, the power source for your unstoppable libido.”

“Y-yes… Yes, Master!” Karlach fell to her knees, openly crying as the words left her lips, deliriously happy to be owned, used, and (above all else) loved. “I’ll be whatever you want. You own me! You can do whatever you want to my body or mind, Master.”

Rob then turned to Lightning. “As for you…”

Lightning flinched, staying in her prostrated position. With a scowl, Urbosa forcibly stood Lightning up, holding her by the hair, and forcing her to look at Rob. She had tears in her eyes, too, but for a very different reason than Karlach. The normally proud and stern woman utterly broken by her failure and humiliation.

But then, Rob said, “Well… you’re a hot piece of ass, too. Loser or not, I’d be stupid not to make you one of my girls.” Lightning gasped in utter shock, looking so dumbstruck that Rob openly laughed at her.

“M-my… lord… my Master…” Lightning was at a loss for words, struggling to voice her thoughts after this sudden twist and before Rob. “I am grateful, but I thought only the winner would join your harem?”

“I never said that. I said nothing about ‘winner’ or ‘loser’, just that you two had to prove yourself worthy of my love.” He stroked her face, brushing her hair aside, leering at her lecherously. Lightning fawned before the perverted man who now owned her. “I don’t know what we’ll do with you. Bimbo, maybe, maybe stepford wife or a maid. Something feminine and submissive would be perfect for you, Claire.” Rob hissed out her birth name, causing Lightning to let out an involuntary groan of pleasure.

He then turned away from her and back to his newly blown up tiefling toy. “But the winner should get some reward, I suppose…”

Moving with surprising speed - for Rob was never faster than he was when claiming a woman sexually - he took Karlach from behind, taking her virginity from her hot, gushing pussy. He seized her by the wrists, pounded into her with a brutal ferocity for her first time, sending her newly inflated tits flapping about while Karlach’s tongue lolled from her mouth. Girlcum spurted from her pussy as she orgasmed, over and over, totally overwhelmed by Rob’s carnal, sexual might.

Now, Rob and Karlach became the star of the show, cheers raining down upon them from his adoring harem girls. Lightning had front row tickets to the show, stunned by everything to the point she almost didn’t process it. Nor did she notice when MJ snuck up behind her, Tifa and Lulu following in her wake.

“Sorry cutie, while Rob has his fun, I’m going to break you in.”

Lightning jumped and turned about, surprised first by MJ’s sudden appearance and then by Tifa and Lulu, their eyes subsumed by bright pink spirals while wearing dazed, blissful smiles on their faces. She then looked down to see that MJ (in the nude) was equipped with a mighty cock styled after her beloved Master.

“Do you like it?” MJ asked with a bright smile, stroking her erect futa cock. Before Lightning could formulate a response, MJ touched the newest slavegirl on the forehead, placing her under her power, as well.

“I love it, my Mistress.” Lightning droned in a distant voice, possessing the same eyes and smile as Lulu and Tifa. “I am eager to service it like the slut that I am.”

The crowd roared even louder, as the show became a double bill, Rob fucking Karlach for her very like, while MJ’s three hypnotize girls gave her and her massive cock a triple titfuck!

“Yeah, you enjoy that, you big red bitch!” Rob said to Karlach, pumping into her at a constant, frantic pace, his raging cock stretching and filling her unused pussy, moulding it to his specification. “Ung, you fucking love it! Yeah, yeah, your tight, hot pussy is clamping down on me, sucking me in! You greedy slut! You never want to let me go, do you?”

“NOOO!” Karlach cried, utterly undone by the **** of pure pleasure inflicted on her. If Rob was not holding onto her wrists, she would have collapsed onto the ground a long time ago. “I LOVE IT, SIR! I LOVE YOU!!! HOLY SHIT, HOW DID I GO WITHOUT SEX FOR SO LONG!!! IT’S THE BEST! I LOVE YOUR FAT COCK IN MY SLUTTY CUNT! I LOVE BEING YOUR LOVESLAVE, MASTAAAAAAA!!!!”

“And you make for a perfect, loveslave, too! Yeah, yeah… hmm, no more fighting for you. I love my Amazonian musclesluts to traipse about in the most feminine of attire. You’re gonna be a trophy, Karlach. A hot piece of ass that only exists to glorify my power and sexually please me. How does that sound?”

Karlach’s brain shattered again, her response coming in the form of another squirting orgasm.

Still basking in the shallows, Yuna touched herself as Karlach had a baby pumped into her while her best friend was spattered with Mary Jane’s cum, alongside Tifa and Lightning. The raucous cheering never stopped, even after Rob and MJ finished up, the spent Karlach and Lightning taken away, and it was revealed this would not be the only bout of performative combat this evening.

Many more prospective slaves were brought out to fight for their amusement, to be broken and humiliated, and then to be claimed by Rob, casting aside their pride and ambitions to wholly embrace their status as slaves and sexual objects.

It truly made for a wonderful evening, Yuna thought. Oh, how great it was to be a sexslave!

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This was more in line with what I was trying to do with "Fantasy Warfare", I'm at least glad I could salvage some of it and get that little bit to work. The line at the end of "more prospective" slaves being brought and broken is a way for me to backdoor in anyone I can't think of a proper introduction for, or want to include without an introduction.

We have one more chapter of this, before we switch to another short arc starring Mary Jane in the Friday slot. Tuesday slot will continue to be "Zatanna vs Wonder Woman" as that is a touch longer than this one.