Harem Recruitment Drive IV

Rob was not the only one involved in adding more and more sluts to the harem. It was funny, after resisting or ignoring any sort of hierarchy for so long, things had just sort of fallen into place with a tiered system. Of course, Rob stood at the top of the pyramid, with Zatanna, Wanda, and MJ immediately below him as his mistresses/queens/goddess-slaves and the source of his supreme, overwhelming power. But now, a second hierarchy had formed below them. Asami, Daenerys, Mercy, Liara, Jean, and others - the professional, intelligent, and driven women who he could give specific tasks to in order to further his will and goals.

Namely, with Asami expanding her business empire, she could use some new recruits. And what better way to ensure the loyalty and effort of some corpo-cunts than a heavy battery of brainwashing?

Asami could not help but grope her massive tits and rub her sopping pussy at the sight of the two women - the politically astute Mel Medarda, a gorgeous black woman resplendent in gold and white; the extravagantly wealthy Ningguang with her killer body and luxurious snow white hair - slumped over in their chairs, drooling and groaning, pathetic brains unable to withstand the engrossing power of the spiral, minds and bodies slowly becoming shackled to the desires of Asami and Rob.

“We belong to Master… we belong to Mistress… we belong to t-to the… company….” Mel droned in a thick, slobbery voice, happily babbling away as her eyes were locked on the screen before her.

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“We obey, we serve… our bodies and minds… we are slaves… we obey…” Ningguang chorused, her voice a soft, whispery moan that was barely audible over Mel’s chanting and Asami’s moans.

They had been at it for hours, the spiral boring into their minds and turning the two into loyal corporate officers and compliant sex slaves, Asami thrilled to have a front row seat to it all, and even more overjoyed to be of such use to Rob. From the moment the video on the screen began to play, ensnaring Mel and Ningguang, Asami’s blood rose and she became unbelievably horny, alternating between masturbating and playing with Shulkie and Korri, her ivory skin flushed and sweaty, her silken hair tangled and matted, and yet still she wanted more. Oh! How wonderful it was to steal away the will of another! She never imagined it could be so intensely erotic.

She just wished her guest wasn’t putting such a damper on the proceedings.

Asami should be in heaven! Doing her Master’s bidding, expanding her corporate empire, pinning down one of her girlfriends with her titanic ass and forcing her to lap at her dripping cooch. But then there was Sombra, sulking and pouting in the corner, huffing and rolling her eyes and muttering in Spanish under her breath. As foul and off-putting as a skunk amongst a rose garden.

And yet, that little skunk of a hacker was utterly necessary. She was the reason why Mel and Ningguang were drooling their brains out right now, as in addition to becoming an expert on the programming of The Pink Room, Sombra had familiarized herself with the hypnotic video programs Rob had used way back when he first started Slut Class.

“I will use my political contacts… to help the company… to help the Master…” Mel said blankly, staring into the screen, voice rising with a touch of confidence and power, as she was now almost fully under. “I will…mmph… whore myself out… to help the company…”

“I will use my wealth and business contracts… to help the company… to help the Master…” Ningguang said, as well, both women stating their reason for being here: pawns and objects to enhance Rob (and Asami’s) business agenda. “I… I… ahaaaa… I will whore…myself out to…nghhhh… help the company…”

And not just familiarized, but improved and almost perfected. The induction required time and for the target to focus, to be sure, and it had to be programmed in advance in order to properly hypnotize the target, but even with the limitations, Sombra - her knowledge and her skills - were invaluable assets for enslaving women for the harem.

Asami just wished she wasn’t such a stick in the mud all the time.

“Oh, come on, Sombra…” Asami called out in a husky purry, still grinding her sex into Korri’s face, enjoying the sheer decadence of having her bimbos worship her body. “Why don’t you come here and join in?”

Sombra looked up, towards the tangle of bodies that was Asami and co, and to the twitching forms of Mel and Ningguang. The desire was plain on her face, as she stared longingly at the mass of sweaty bodies, licking her painted lips in such a faint manner that it had to be subconscious. Attitude or not, she was still a sexslave like the rest of them, constantly horny and craving the sweet succor of female flesh.

But no. Those lovely lips quickly creased into a frown, as Sombra muttered, “I’m here to do a job for jefe…” Asami’s reaction was surprising, as she now wore a scheming grin. If it’s a job she wanted…

Despite everything - mostly her attitude - Asami did have a soft spot for Sombra. Beautiful and intelligent and, most important of all, an incredible asset for her burgeoning business empire to have. Sure, Zatanna could snap her fingers to make all of Asami’s dreams and desires come true in the blink of an eye, but if she was going to be given a sense of autonomy then she wanted the feisty hacker and her brilliance to be on her side, doing her work.

With all that being said, it was time to strike a different tack. If Sombra was here to do a job, then did Asami have an offer for her.

The raven-haired temptress peeled herself away from her lovers and sauntered over to the opposite end of her office, a smirk on her face, actions and expressions enough to draw Sombra’s eyes to her, the Latina watching her with a wary glare. Mounted along the top of the wall was a pull-down wall scroll, Asami yanking on the chord to pull down a chart that showed off the newly restructured and expanded business concerns of their Master.

“Well, if it’s a job you want, my dear, I’m happy to offer you one.” Asami said, trying to keep things light, as she flashed her million dollar smile to Sombra, before turning to the chart and pointing to the various organizations listed. “As you can see,” she said, proudly noting the picture of herself, “I have been put in charge of the aptly named Sato Technologies, which encompasses not only Slutter Social, but also Slutter Studios and Slutter Records, new ventures for creating films, television series, and music that fit our corporate philosophy. BodyMod Technologies is headed by our dear Dr. Mercy,” Sombra groaned and rolled her eyes at the mention, “which includes both her Re-New-U Clinics under it’s auspice, but also the brand new FuckToy Farms and the soon-to-be CumCum Sodaworks - chemical engineering and food sciences go hand-in-hand, don’t you know? Finally, we have the lovely Jean Grey. Not only is she Headmistress of the upcoming Slut Academy, but she is head of WeWhore Entertainment Enterprises, which encompasses not only the school, but all manner of businesses designed to give her naughty students real world experience: restaurants, casinos, clubs, theme parks, we’ll be able to give all our daughters and Master’s slaves plenty of work to do.” She then pointed to the very top of the chart. “And, of course, all of our companies all serve at the pleasure of our parent company BSSW Incorporated, that being Bitch, Bimbo, **** and Slut World - our Master’s dream.”

Realizing that Asami had an entire spiel to deliver, chart and all, Sombra covered her face with one of her hands, looking flatly upon the nude bombshell and her presentation, simply flabbergasted.

“You had a chart drawn up…? How long has that been here…? Were you waiting to give that whole speech…?”

Asami waved off her incredulity and confusion, snapping the rolling chart back up and making her offer. “My point is, we have expansive corporate holdings now solely to serve Rob and his will in sluttifying the world to his liking. A woman of your skill and talents would be a valuable asset to any of our fine organizations, but I would love for it to be mine specifically.” She glanced over to Mel and Ningguang. “My employees are wonderful, but… because of all those stupid state and federal harassment laws, I can’t use my workers as my own personal fuck buddies without being sued into oblivion. But if we staff our offices with nothing but children from the harem and women the Master demands weenslave, well…” Asami trailed off into a blushing, giggling mess. “So, what do you say, then? How would you like to be my, hmm… Junior Vice President in charge of Acquisitions?”

Sombra only crossed her arms and huffed. “Pass.”

“_Executive _Junior Vice President?” Asami amended with a thin voice and brittle smile which was met with Sombra’s withering glare.

“Look, I told you when we first met, I’m no corporate bimbo.” Sombra said, sinking deeper in her chair as an act of rebellion. “I’m not going to come in, sashaying about on my Louis Vuiton pumps with my big, fake tatas swinging about in some three-thousand dollar silk blazer, smiling and giggling about how-”

She had tried diplomacy. She had tried seduction. And now, Asami was sick of Sombra’s attitude and resistance. She dropped the act, dropped the smile, and returned Sombra’s venomous gazes and glances back at her.

“I’m not asking you to be any of that, okay? I just want you to help refine our code and to help my brainwash more sluts like them.” Asami’s voice then dropped a few octaves, eyes narrowing as she openly threatened Sombra. “Now, you can either agree to my terms, or I’ll have Shulkie and Korri grab you and slam your face into the screen and spiral, melting your brain until you become that corporate bimbo you so despise.” Sombra’s hackles rose, rising from the chair indignantly, even as Asami played it cool and casually added. “Or, I ship you off to Mercy and let her do whatever she wants to you. Choice is yours.”

The air seemed to solidify as the tension in the room ramped up, the only sounds being the mesmeric moanings of Mel and Ningguang. On opposite ends of the room, Asami looked at Sombra with utter detachment, as if she wasn’t wholly important to her, while Sombra blazed with anger over such a threat. The two of them, locked in a battle of wills, until one folded in a sudden move.

“Well, fuck me. You know how to play hardball, don’t you, bitch?” Sombra said with a slight grin, sore about the loss, but impressed by just how ruthless Asami could be. “Guess I’m joining the team, aren’t I? Just so you know, though, I’m not wearing a suit…”

“Oh, wonderful!” Asami cheered, as if she didn’t just violently coerce Sombra into joining. “We’ll have to set you up with a proper corner office befitting your status. Plus a slut or two to play secretary for you. Oh! And we should have you start attending council meetings. But before all that, how about we play with our newest acquisitions before the Master arrives?”

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The two both turned to look at said acquisitions - naked and sweaty, slumped in their chairs, humping the air in vain - at the same time and reached a silent agreement that that was the correct move. They pounced upon the brainwashed beauties, alongside Korri and Shulkie, feasting upon the gorgeous forms of the two newest members of the Sato Technologies family.

And Sombra had to admit, for someone like her who always valued personal freedom, she found being a sexslave to be quite agreeable. Perhaps she would come to enjoy the corporate life, too.

At the very least, the perks were pretty great.

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Bleh. Not super happy with this one. It accomplished what I set out to but I just don't feel great about it in any way, shape or form.