New Roles For The Harem Girls

Now that his harem has expanded to a whopping seventy girls, Rob believed it was time to take stock of everything. While he had claimed time and time again he wasn’t all too concerned with establishing a strict hierarchy, things sort of just fell into place and girls fell into specific roles.

Zatanna and Wanda were his right and left hand; lieutenants, confidants, overseers, mistresses, girlfriends, brides - whatever title they would like to be called, they stood by his side at the top of the pyramid. But even beyond them, Rob has an apprentice, a secretarial android, a pair of science sluts, and a business bitch, all of whom were important in the day-to-day operations of his harem. Heck, he could even stretch it by even counting his schoolgirls and the police sluts. They may not be fundamental pieces of his harem and life but they did have roles and careers in the thriving slutty ecosystem he was creating in Port Reyes.

So, yeah, Rob had no intention of building a specific top-down hierarchy amongst his girls, but things sort of happened naturally. Roles were created and his girls flourished in them. He still had no intention of creating something rigid and specific, he figured it couldn’t hurt to assign a few more specific roles for a select few girls.

Especially with the plans he had going forward.

Rob was snapped out of his pondering by the all-too familiar sound of high heels on flawless tile flooring. It was a supremely familiar sound, as he (very obviously) loved seeing women saunter about in high heels. Pumps or boots or platforms; stilettos or spiked or wedged; classy or sexy or slutty or impractical. It was a fetish of aesthetics, as Rob loved the subtle transformation of the female form and gait while wearing heels. Slender raised calves with upright posture and the swaying of both hips and ass. If he had the opportunity, Rob would personally thank whoever invented and popularized such sexy footwear.

In this case, said sexy footwear belonged to Tifa Lockheart, who accompanied her black platform heels with a shiny black maid outfit, the one-piece dress cut low (at both chest and waist), leaving very little of her sexy body to the imagination. Rob practically drooled over her attire and body, while she added a smug, proud smile to perfect the ensemble.

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“Perfect. Simply perfect.” Rob pronounced of Tifa’s appearance. “It’s everything I could ever have wished for.”

“And is it any different from the other times you’ve made me wear a maid outfit?” Tifa asked with a playful smile, shaking her feather duster at Rob’s chest. He blushed and flashed a big, toothy grin.

“Yes and no.” Rob stated, taking his time to circle Tifa and examine her from every angle. “I mean, you are the perfect woman to play maid, Tifa. Sexy and beautiful and possessing wonderful domestic skills. But this is also a new role for you, and for your partner.”

“Master’s right, Tifa.” Aerith said, rushing up from behind on her pumps, hugging her best friend and being sure to fit in a quick squeeze of one of her breasts. She too was clad in a slight, naughty maid outfit, though her body lacked a certain va-voom that Tifa did. Regardless, the short, frilly outfit did look especially lovely on her slender, divine body.

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Aerith hummed to herself, happily, still groping Tifa’s body, her new favourite pastime. “Now we get to work and serve together. You and me~” Tifa smiled, cupping Aerith’s head and bringing her closer, the two resting their heads together.

“When you put it that way, I have no complaints. Though, I’m still not sure what this new 'role' entails, Master.”

“Well, Tifa, I’ve been thinking. Seeing as my harem keeps expanding and won’t stop expanding anytime soon, I’m going to need help to manage things.” Rob wedged himself between the two slavegirls, taking them each by the waist, as they happily rested their heads on his chest, raising their legs to rest them on his body in an enticing, coquettish manner. “And Tifa, you have proven yourself to be a most reliable, dependable, and capable **** through the months under my care.”

“I simply do my best for you, Master.” Tifa beamed proudly at the praise.

Rob returned the smile, hands drifting from waist to hips, and the hips to thighs. “As such, you two are going to officially serve as my maids. Not only will you be partly responsible for the upkeep of the Big House and my lifestyle, but you’ll also be providing assistance to your fellow slaves living off-site.” Then his hands moved to their aprons, patting smartphones which he knew were nestled in the pockets. “You’ll be on call for my other girls, assisting in cleaning, cooking, shopping, and various other household chores. Now, I know this isn’t the most glamorous or exciting position to be had, but I’m assigning you two to it because I believe in you and fully believe you will excel at it… And because you both look so wonderful in your little uniforms!”

If either girl felt the task given to them would be a daunting one, they didn’t show it, both smiling brightly back at Rob.

“We exist solely to serve you, Master.” Tifa replied, one hand circling atop his big belly in flirtatious ministrations. “All I care about is making you happy, and if being your naughty maid-**** is what does it, then I’ll give it my all.

“And all I really care about is being with you and Tifa, Master.” Aerith agreed, cuddling deeper into his loving grasp. “Besides, this sounds like a great opportunity to meet all your other beautiful, sexy slaves and check out their huge titties!”

Rob smiled, hands now drifting down to their buttocks, rubbing their supple shapes to his delight. “Well, if we’re all happy with how things hash out, why don’t you two start by making me lunch?”

“Yes Master~”

Amidst a storm of giggles, smiles, and kisses, the duo of maids departed to their first task, soon being replaced by another duo. Said duo was also composed of a long-time **** and a newly minted one, with Nami eagerly leading Nico Robin by the hand towards the front doors.

“Master!” Nami cried out, as she hurriedly dragged her friend forth. “I’m taking Robin out shopping! She absolutely needs a new wardrobe full of slut-wear. Oh, and I also took all of your credits cards and the key to the Bentley so-”

Having pulled this act more than once, Rob was well familiar with Nami’s disappearing act whenever she went shopping. With that familiarity did not come contempt, but simple understanding, as he positioned himself perfectly to snatch Robin’s other arm as the two passed him.

“Uh, uh, uh, just wait a minute ladies.”

Immediately, Nami pouted and flashed him the pleading gaga eyes. “But Maaaaaster! That’s so unfair. You never stopped me whenever I went shopping, why do it to Robin?”

“Oh, Nami, it’s okay, I really don’t -” Robin attempted to demure, only to be swiftly cut off by her friend.

“Look at how hot she is!” Nami pleaded once more, shuffling herself and Robin forth to crowd Rob. “Her silky hair, flawless skin, big tits, big eyes, sexy figure - she deserved a tonne of clothes to highlight her bod! Okay, yes, I’ll admit, I was also planning to buy some things for me, but only like, a couple hundred bucks worth. No more than a grand, I swear and -”

With an amused chuckle, Rob finally held up a hand for silence. “Nami, I’m not upset that you’re jetting off with all my money to go on another shopping spree. In fact, I think it’s wonderful you’re taking Robin with you. But, before you go, I wanted to discuss something with her.”

That took Robin by surprise. “With me, sir?”

Waving Nami off, as to give them space, Rob smiling up at the statuesque Nico Robin. Yes, staring up. It was a rarity for a woman to be bigger than him, but Robin was a part of that elusive category. And notable, too, seeing as how unlike Urbosa or Zarya, she wasn’t an Amazonian brick shithouse.

“Well, Robin, I don’t want to push you, seeing as how you’re new to the harem, but I was wondering if you had any hopes or aspirations while you’re my ****?” Rob asked his beautiful new ****.

Robin’s initial response was a thoughtful smile, considering her new Master with those lovely pale blue eyes. “I cannot say I do. If I’m being honest, I am unsure of what I am to do as a **** beyond obeying your every command, my lord.”

“Whatever you’d like!” Rob declared with a broad gesture of his arms. “I allow all of my girls to pursue their interests. The only real rule is that when I call, you answer. Understand?”

“But of course. You truly are as generous and gregarious as Nami says.” Rob chuckled politely at the compliment.

“She’s a sweetheart with a honeyed tongue, isn’t she?” At Rob’s compliment, Nami looked like the cat that caught the canary, sunnily beaming to herself. “But back to you, Robin…”

Robin’s eyes tracked downard, deep in thought. “Honestly, I cannot say. I suppose as long as I can garden and read and enjoy my afternoon tea, I cannot really ask for much.”

“Ah, I love a thoughtful, intelligent woman like you, Robin darling.” Rob cooed, standing right before Robin, studying the mature, feminine features of her face. The depth and spark deep within her eyes. “And because of that, I have a role for you, too. As I mentioned, I’m a teacher, specifically teaching young beauties how to be the best hot sluts they can.”

“A noble profession.” Robin said. “And an exceptionally noble goal. I always found young women were in need of a tender, loving hand to guide them to their true potential.”

“And I’m also wanting to expand my Slut Class to a full-blown Slut School. The only problem is, I’m only one man, even with my cloning powers. Teaching twenty-eight girls by myself is rewarding. Teaching a couple of hundred sounds like just too much. Plus, having multiple perspectives would benefit the girls. So, I’m looking to find a few capable, intelligent sluts to help teach the next generation of sluts.”

During Rob’s speech, Robin was very quick to pick up on what Rob was implying. At first, her eyes went wide with the impact of understanding. Then, her eyes fell again, along with her slight smile. “I am flattered you see me in such a light. But, do you really think I am the right woman for that job, Master?”

“But of course!” Rob looked Robin up and down, from her long legs to her wide hips to her heavy breast to her scintillating eyes. “You’re both incredibly intelligent and downright gorgeous! I can imagine it right now - a classroom of young women idolizing and emulating you, while also learning how to best be a total whore from you. You should know, you’re the first woman I’ve asked to take this position, because I have nothing but faith in you, Robin.”

If there was one thing that could buoy the spirits of his slaves, then it was Rob’s unshaking confidence in their abilities. And he was entirely sincere in Nico Robin and her talents for this role. Strikingly beautiful with a power perfectly suited for erotic situations, intelligent and well-spoken, while also radiating calm and control. He was certain she would flourish in this new role and produce plenty of devoted, skilled young women for Rob to fuck and play with.

Robin was a savant at controlling her emotions, but even she could not hide her smile nor her blush from Rob’s effusive praise. “Even ignoring the fact that I am your ****, bound to your will and obeying your every desire, I could not say no to such a request.” She ran a hand down Rob’s cheek and to his chin. “I don’t think any man has ever expressed such faith in me, Master.”

Rob sealed the deal with a kiss, stretching up to match Robin’s height. “Now, we’ll settle details later. Nami is getting impatient. Off you go and enjoy yourselves, ladies.”

The lack of roles or proper hierarchy were not due to any sort of aversion on Rob’s part, but mostly laziness. Still, now that he was getting his ass in gear - planning a dazzling, horny future and all that came with it - such roles would become a necessity. And he wasn’t done for the day, either. He still had a meeting with a very special **** and assign her to her new role.

But first: lunch cooked up by his two new lovely maids, most likely followed by some fun also provided by his two new lovely maids…

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Much like wanting to thank the creator of the high heel, Rob would also like to go back in time and shake hands with the man who designed Samus’ Zero-Suit. That single garment overnight transformed Samus from a decently popular B-tier Nintendo character into a bonafide digital sex symbol.

And Rob could personally attest that having the real thing was even better. The moment he claimed her on that desolate strip of California highway, Rob had dreamed up dozens of scenarios for him and Samus Aran, but then things happened. The opening of Barely Legal, the claiming of his six xenosluts, Zatanna departing, setting up Mercy’s technological pursuits, his breeding frenzy, meeting MJ and Wanda…

And all the while, Samus languished away as a brainless police slut, offering her body like a cheap hooker to everyone and anyone. And frankly, she was way too good to be in that role.

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So, that brought Samus here, clad in a minidress version of her famed Zero Suit, hooked directly up to the Pink Room. In the weeks following Liara’s initial experiments, she had refined the process slightly, eliminating the TV monitor and downloading the program into a stylish, futuristic headset. Pink indicator lights on the side of the visor blared and flashed brightly, as Samus’ brain was painted pink with a direct, ten-percent dosage. Not enough to affect her physical attributes (and, honestly, they didn’t need affecting or augmenting), but hopefully enough to modify her programming; to transform her from servile police slut into fawning pleasure ****.

And, yes, Rob could have probably used Zatanna or Wanda’s magic, or the pendant, or the raygun, this was a perfect excuse to use the tech he was still mastering, while also reuniting with a few of his slaves now intrinsically linked to the Pink Room.

Liara was rubbing her crotch, eyes wide and watching, muttering to herself. “Goddess, what a beautiful woman… I cannot believe she’s never been exposed to the Pink before…”

While Talon was on her knees, lips loving wrapped around Rob’s cock. After several weeks of practice, she had certainly gotten very, very skilled at sucking cock. Both her thirty-percent lips and thirty-percent sex drive certainly helped matters, but as he watched Samus groan and whine under the influence of the Pink, and as he deposited load after load into Talon’s hot, horny mouth, Rob got to thinking. Sure, Talon may have a role as his apprentice, but he sort of **** her into that role in the heat of the moment. It made sense given who she was, as well as during her induction, but proving that it was a decision made on the fly, he hadn’t done much with his so-called apprentice. And Talon had expressed similar thoughts.

“Master…” Talon rasped after Rob dumped his first load down her throat. “While it is an honour to serve your big, meaty cock, I wish to do more for you. With you. I was not allowed to witness the fall of the Jedi, I only saw the aftermath of when you claimed the doctor, and I was nowhere near when you added your two most recent slaves. I hunger to see you at work. To assist you. To make other sluts fall to their knees before you majesty!”

Rob titled his head, regarding Talon with a bored expression, before taking a hold of his cock and giving her a few stiff slaps. “The only thing I want your mouth doing right now is suck, understand bitch?”

Talon showed no dismay at the rejection, merely licking her lips and nodding. “Yes, my Master. I hear and obey.” She said, before quickly going back to work.

Despite showing her rejection and ****, she had raised a salient point and gave Rob something to consider. He had enjoyed playing with Talon and pushing her around, now that she was wholly subservient to him, but perhaps it was time to take her out into the field and show her how he operated. Maybe at one point, she could be sent on a mission like Amelia and Cynthia. A hunter and agent of his will.

Well, all of that was to be decided on a later day, for right now, Rob’s attention was properly focused on the bombshell of a bounty hunter in the chair, giving one final sigh and heave of her massive udders, before the headset slowly wound down, the pink lights dying out and the device announcing it’s completion with a bright, jaunty *DING*!

Rob was on her in an instant, pulling away from Talon’s lovely mouth to attend to the blonde beauty. He removed the headset and set it aside, taking hold of one of Samus’ hands while she shook her head and blinked her eyes, trying to regain her focus and faculties.

“Samus… how do you feel?”

“Hmm… wonderful…” Samus sighed, dreamily, as she realized who she was with. She sank into the chair, smiling up at Rob. “I always feel amazing when I’m with you, Master. Please, tell me how your police slut can serve you?”

That brought a frown to Rob’s face. It looked like ten-percent wasn’t enough to edit her programming. Or edit it much of anything, really, seeing as how Samus’ slutty body didn’t change an inch while under the thrall of the Pink Room. Still, it probably served Liara in her eagerness to collect more data, and it wouldn’t prove to be too much of a dead end for Rob and his designs.

Collecting himself from his disappointment, Rob helped Samus stand up before addressing her again. “Well, officer, I called you here for one reason: you’re being promoted!”

Samus started in surprise, before smiling and saluting, jumping into position in such a manner it made her tits and ass jiggle beneath the tight material of her dress. “Thank you very much, sir! Will I be replacing Carmelita as Chief Slut, or will we be working together as co-chiefs?”

“Neither, actually.” Rob said to a visibly confused Samus. “You’re being promoted out of the **** entirely.” Samus’ confusion only deepened, posture slacking and brows furrowing.

“I don’t understand, sir. Are my sexual skills lacking? Is my general sluttiness not up to par? If so, I swear I will improve, I just need ano-”

“Samus, dear, there is nothing wrong with you.” Rob said, running a big hand across her sinfully delicious body to prove that point. “And, like I said, this is a promotion. It’s a good thing. You’re a stellar slut, far beyond the pale of the other officers. Quite frankly, having you as a free-use whore is a waste of your talents.”

That seemed to raise Samus’ spirits, puffing out her chest and nodding sharply. “Ah, thank you very much sir. Still, I’m not quite sure I fully understand you. I thought I was meant to be a police slut because I’m just a worthless bitch?”

Rob felt himself stir at such derogatory language. Jesus Christ, he did a number to the psyche of his police sluts. “You were and you are, however, you’re a slightly less worthless bitch than the others. In fact, I feel great regret in not claiming you for myself.” Rob leered at Samus as he explained, looking at her like the overly-inflated sex toy she was destined to be. “My harem is full of beauties and bombshells,” he motioned over to Liara, whose blue heavenly body was almost equal to Samus’, “but you are in a class unto your own. A supremely fuckable body that I should have hoarded all for myself.

It was true that while Rob had no issue whoring out his girls to the anonymous masses (in fact, sometimes he got off to the fact that he turned such pure heroines into nasty sluts), he did have a jealous streak to him after all. Samus was far too hot a babe to be offering to the citizens of Port Reyes without Rob getting a piece. And, with his busy schedule, he was lucky if one of his clones got to have her for an evening, let alone his prime self.

Once again, Samus took his dirty, sexist remarks for sterling compliments with aplomb, resting her arms beneath her bust and pushing them up, as if to emphasize her supremely fuckable body. “You are far too kind, sir. I was more than happy being a braindead whore, but I will accept your promotion with pride. May I ask what it entails?”

“Hmm… good question, ‘cause I don’t really know!” Rob declared, immediately deflating Samus. She hunched over, eyes bulging out of her head, so caught off-guard was she with Rob’s blaise nature. “I don’t know if I want you as a bodyguard or bunnyslut, bimbo or housewife, or a teacher or agent or anything else. Your talents are brilliant and limitless, Samus, so you can be anything I need. Right now, however, hmm…” Rob snapped his fingers. “You can be my personal attendant. At my side through all my misadventures, both a capable helper and a living monument to my supreme powers.”

Such a declaration did draw a look from Talon, still on her knees and silent. She looked more curious than upset, clearly struggling to see the distinction between apprentice and attendant, especially since he had been afforded few opportunities to prove her devotion to Rob.

Rob’s response was to yank on one of her lekku until she screeched in pleasure. “Don’t look at us like that, Talon. You’ll get your time, I promise. But you’ve got nothing on Samus. You’re a lowly bitch, aren’t you?”

“Ah, ah, ah! Yes Master! I’m just a lowly bitch unworthy of your attention!”

Turning his attention back to Samus, Rob asked, “So, what do you say, my dear? Ready to be by my side at all times? Ready to serve me in all things?”

Looking at Rob, standing dominant and triumphant over the yowling Talon, with Liara coming forth to fawn over him, well, he looked the very picture of masculine power. With her sex-addled, brainwashed mind, Samus couldn’t help but melt and submit to the very sight of her wonderful Master.

“I am yours to command, Master.” She saluted once more, programming kicking in. “I will be anything and everything for you, all you have to do is ask. I am happy to serve!”

And just like that, joining Rob’s two hands, his secretary, his apprentice, his business bitch, and his science sluts came two maids, an attendant, and his first teacher. Seventy slaves was a lot, but it still wasn’t enough to satisfy Rob. His grand designs were only beginning to manifest, and he knew very well it could only be accomplished with the help of his various slaves.

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As I have been actually writing the chapters for this portion of the story, a recurring theme is the build-up to Slut School - this is the first time it's brought up and it won't be the last time, either. And while we are still a ways off from actually debuting said school, I do have some homework for all of you.

In a couple days, I'll post a new Suggestion Thread for you all to suggest students for this Slut School. While I have several students already lined up, and feel confident on my roster of teachers, I am always looking for more lovely young ladies to fall under Rob's sway. So brainstorm your best suggestions and keep your eyes peeled for that.