Making A New World For His New Family

The first thing Rob did with his burst of creativity was totally overhaul how he and his slaves lived.

He did this before, after claiming his six MILFs and building Paradise Towers, and after enslaving his six xenosluts and shuffling living arrangements so that not everyone was cramped in the Big House. But before, he was limited by the factors of reality - time, space, money; mostly time and space. Back then, money was no object for Rob’s goals.

But if before money wasn’t an object, now it wasn’t even a concept, alongside time and space and everything else. All Rob had to do was tell MJ or Wanda or Zatanna to do something and it was done, simple as that. He was a little sad and put out that after all the time and effort buying and developing these homes they would be sold off, but it wasn’t much. If anything, as the owner of the property, he could do some good, selling them at bargain prices to needy folks as affordable housing options.

Charity aside, overnight, Zatanna and Wanda essentially formed a new landmass jutting out of the Californian coast, a small city unto itself that (for now) was a part of Port Reyes, but might be reborn in the future as Rob’s own personal playground. Slutsville or Fuck City or something fo the like. Maybe less on the nose? Anyways, upon this new landmass came a broad community of ultra-private, ultra-luxurious homes meant for Rob’s harem. No expense or extravagance would be spared in the creation of these homes, as they were the very definition of dream homes.

Asami and Daenerys wanted opulent mansions befitting their ego, beauty, and role in the harem? Done!

Cho and Ginny wanted a studio to film their porn videos? Done!

Raven wanted a demonic castle? Wednesday and Morticia wanted a gothic Victorian manor? Tifa and Aerith wanted their own private love nest? Any girl wanted anything at all?

Done, done, done, and done! Rob always put his girls’ happiness only second to his own, but that was still a very high place for it to be held, and in this venture, he went above and beyond the call of duty.

Furthermore, while most of this building spree was about futureproofing, one thing Rob could do was set up Mercy’s Re-New-U clinics. Sure, they didn’t have the legal authority to conduct the experiments on the public in America, Europe, or the rest of the first world, but they could do it elsewhere where the governments were less particular about experimental medical procedures and more open to bribery.

Across the Americas, Africa, and Asia, Re-New-U clinics popped up in a variety of third world countries, staffed by simulacrum copies of Rob and his harem girls, created and given the knowledge by MJ, Wanda, and Zatanna. Much like other operations, they served as lures for affluent men and women looking for radical procedures to alter and improve their body, but the clinics weren’t just there for plastic surgery tourism. The nanotech infusion and bodily upgrade services were dirt cheap, with even the villagers and their meagre wages able to easily afford it. Like all of Rob’s business ventures, it wasn’t about the money. It was about something far, far more noble and beautiful.

Soon, within months of the clinic popping up out of nowhere, there were dozens of penniless, barren villages across the poorest and meanest places of the world that were now entirely populated by the most beautiful, sexiest people imaginable. Entire villages of GQ cover models; busty babes and big-dicked studs; ethnic Adonises and Aphrodites of a singularly, supreme quality.

And if that wasn’t enough, there was an aspect of the nanotech infusion that Mercy did not openly divulge. The nanomachines were programmed to make people hornier, raising their sex drives while subtly lowering their inhibitions. It wasn’t going to immediately turn everyone into sex-crazed maniacs or **** fetishists, but slowly and surely, women would be more open to dressing and acting in a sexualized manner and everyone effected would be more open to sex in general - in exploring their closeted fetishes or discovering new ones; in cheating, in swinging, in multiple partners, in casual sexy, in everything!

The third world was often used and exploited by the great powers of the world, it’s people **** to suffer the greed of others. But now, Rob would be exploiting and uplifting these downtrodden folks all at once, using them as an inflection point for his smutty new world order while granting them the delirious happiness of sexual bliss and improving their quality of life. With every operation, the data the nano collected grew, and with every point of data gathered, Mercy could improve them. After a couple dozen patients scattered across the world, Mercy could slow down the growth of cancerous cells or return youth and vitality to the elderly or reduce or eliminate substance **** in a person! Mercy’s technology was truly limitless and it would be the cornerstone of Rob’s newer, better, sexier world.

But the spree of building wasn’t all about luxurious mansions and dream homes and sluttifying the third world. Rob now had at least ninety kids on the way, and many, many more to come after, to be certain. He needed to create some serious infrastructure for his brood if he wanted his daughters to have the best life possible. First, he knew that motherhood wasn’t a perfect fit for all of his slaves, so he constructed a nursery and care facility that would look after those whose mother’s couldn’t be bothered (Rob would still be a factor in all of his kid’s lives, though).

Next, while he had the Slut Academy for their higher education and finishing, he still needed a primary school to educate his daughters before then.

He also filled the remainder of this new community with all the attractions a growing girl could want - amusement parks, beaches, theatres, arcades, restaurants, cafes, clubs, hip boutiques - everything and anything. And he made sure all of these things - the nursery, the elementary school, all the attractions - would be staffed by magical simulacrum conjured by his queens.

It was a fine start, but Rob was certain he was going to have to create more in the future as his harem and family expanded (owning his own country didn’t seem like a bad idea, given that, and he did have an idea or two regarding that scenario for the near future). However, Rob wasn’t just in the mood for building or planning. He hadn’t inducted a new girl into his harem since MJ, so it was time to get back into the saddle. Not by going out on the hunt, but by creating some challenges and events to amuse himself.