They Don't Have Much Of A Choice

With the threat of such gruesome fates hanging over their heads, it didn't take long for the six alien women to come to a consensus and take Rob up on his offer. Then it was just a simple matter of Zatanna working her magic and whisking them back home. Round-trip from Port Reyes, California to Area 51, Nevada, total time: about ten minutes.

Not bad.

Rob, Zatanna, and their six guests reappeared in the foyer, which was perfect, as Rob wanted to use the opportunity to introduce his guests to the girls. It took sometime to gather everyone together, the six aliens growing increasingly suspicious and disgusted by the fact that Rob lived with dozens of beautiful women, flouncing about in skimpy outfits. But he was use to such looks at this point.

“Are these the newest additions to your harem, Master?” Tifa was the first to ask when everyone finally arrived. She hung upon Rob's arm... for the moment. All of his slaves were jockeying for position, attempting to fawn, cuddle, and spoon. It was as if he had been gone for ten months instead of minutes.

“No, no. They were just in need of some help.” Rob said, offering kisses to Tifa, and then Nami. “They'll be guests staying here for a time.”

“What a gracious and generous man you are, sir.” Urbosa cooed, looming over Rob from behind.

“That's a shame.” Nami pouted, eyes running over the bodies of the six alien women, lasciviously, despite their shapeless jumpsuits. “They look like they would be a lot of fun.”

“They look strange and bizarre is what they look like.” Sansa said in obvious distaste. This was despite the fact she had come in the room with leading Arya on a leash, the younger Stark sister walking on all fours, a bit in her mouth, and a bushy tail buttplug shoved up her anus. “Demons and monsters, the lot of them.”

“Now, now, girls, be nice.” Rob said to his gathered harem. “These six lovely ladies will be our guests for the next month, just while the heat on them dies down and we figure out a way for them to safely return home. I want you all to treat them with the respect and deference they deserve, understood?”

“It'll be fun to have some houseguests, I think.” Brigitte cheered, smiling brightly and kicking up one of her legs. “Though, it means I need to prepare extra portions for meals, now...”

“You can all introduce yourselves to each other on your own time, but right now, I would like some private time to speak with them if you don't mind.” A murmur of begrudging consent followed Rob's request. “Brigitte? Izu? Tifa? See to it that our guests have rooms made up for them and plenty of clothing to wear during their stay.”

Just as long as it took to assembled, it took that long for the girls to file out, most of them stealing touches or kisses from Rob, as well as glances back at their new houseguests. Soon, only Rob remained, with Zatanna, to address the six new arrivals.

The air in the room had gotten heavier, too, with Neytiri taking an aggressive pose towards Rob, hunched over and long legs bent at the knees. Both Ashoka and Amelia were in guarded stance, with hands crossed over their chests. Barris and Liara shuffled behind the others, while Talon just looked disinterested.

Finally, it was Ahsoka who broke the ice. “Those women... they seemed rather fond and deferential of you. Do they all live here?”

“They do, my dear. And you don't have to beat around the bush – they are my slaves and I am their lord and master.” The air went out of the room, eyes hardening in fear or judgment, depending on the girl. “Sexual slavery is a part of Earth culture, I'll have you know,” Rob bullshitted with an easy, thin smile, “so I'll have to ask you respect the practice. My girls are all well taken care, in either case. You can ask them yourselves, if you'd like.”

The only response was for Ashoka to take in a sharp breath, while Neytiri growled under her breath, “Typical human scum...” Rob sighed and slumped his shoulders.

“I understand you all might be experiencing a bit of culture shock here, but you have to meet us halfway.” Rob pleaded, trying to be as diplomatic as possible. “Please.” He made a gesture, extending his upturned palms. “I do sincerely want the best for my girls. And for all of you. You should not have to be imprisoned or suffered just because you aren't human.”

To this, Captain Amelia sniffed, inclining her head. “Can't say I am much too pleased with any of this tomfoolery, sir. Not the least bit. However, your kindness and generosity is noted.” She offered a slight nod to Rob, which he returned, before the catgirl continued. “You may have a flock of floozies fawning over your every breath, but this is still the nicest reception any of us have gotten since we landed on this backwater world.”

“Thank you, Captain. I promise, you'll find Earth has more to often than jailers, slavers, and their beautiful slaves.”

“I doubt that...” Neytiri sneered. Rob chose to ignore her.

Clapping to get everyone's attention and inject some energy into the room, Rob then said, “You will be provided with every comfort of home you can think of: food, clothing, clean water, comfortable beds. Anything and everything. If you need something, all you need to do is ask. That said, there are some ground rules we need to establish.

“One, I understand some of you have powers and physiology beyond that of a human. Furthermore, those collars suppress those powers and natural abilities. You will be keeping them on for the duration of your stay.”

Liara frowned, tugging at the uncomfortable collar, but saying nothing.

“Next, you'll have full access to the house and the grounds, but I ask you to stay out of the front yard and never leave the property. Can't have anyone know you're here, now can we?

“Other than that though, you are free to do as you please.” Rob gave another warm smile, failing to spark anything more than cold stares. “One of the girls will fetch you when you're beds and clothes are ready, and again when dinner is ready. So, please, enjoy yourselves. As we say on Earth: my home is your home.”

More stony silence answered Rob back, but the six did eventually part ways and mill off, uncertain as to what to do in this strange place. Ahsoka and Barris departed together, of course, then Amelia with Liara, while Neytiri and Talon stalked off on their lonesome.

“Are you sure about this, my love.” Zatanna asked, only when the two of them were finally alone. “Letting them wander about unsupervised.” Rob shrugged. Zatanna frowned. “You are far too nonchalant about this, sir. We should just gather them up and have me scramble their brains with magic. Or use the pendant. Or the raygun. Or anything.” This caused Rob to take a good look at the magician.

“You're really dead-set on them becoming part of my harem, aren't you?” Zatanna gave a quick twirl and then a flourish with a deep bow.

“I did pledge my service to you and your noble goal, Master.” Beaming with pride, Zatanna took on a serious expression. “I actually... never mind. It's not important.” Rob returned her most serious expression. “I will let you know later. We have larger things to deal with.” She said in hurry, trying to change the subject. “You have Miss Sato arranging meetings with more potential slaves, but you're also going to let these six run around freely?”

“Yep! It'll be fun.” Rob threw an arm around Zatanna, bringing her in close. “Look, the way my life has gone recently, I am fairly confident we will be able to breakdown each and everyone one of our guests, turning their month-long stay into a permanent residence.” Rob laughed, deep and booming, radiating confidence. Zatanna seemed to perk up simply from his unbridled charisma. “Yeah, we could use your powers or any of my tricks to turn them, and we still might; I expect Captain Amelia to be a particularly hard nut to crack. But, one way or another, they'll fall under my power. Might take a week, might take two, but you personally know that once I set my eye on one of my fictional beauties, they can't resist.”

“Well, how can I argue with that?” Zatanna cuddled deeply into Rob's broad, thick body. “Any guess on who might be the first to fall, love?”

Rob stroked his chin in thought. A very good question. Who would be the first of these xeno-sluts, begging for a very intimate first contact?