Rob Daily and The Infinite Conundrum

Rob was a pretty simple guy. Give him a couple sexslaves to play with and he would be utterly content, without a care in the world.

On this particular evening, he found himself in his private study with his assistant and his apprentice. Samus was clad in her Zero-Suit, the space-age fabric clinging to her every curve, as she dutifully twerked and danced, shaking her gigantic tits and ass for his pleasure. Meanwhile, Talon was on her hands and knees, engulfing Rob’s cock and offering him noisy, enjoyable felatio. This should have been more than enough to make his evening.

But, alas, it wasn’t. There was just too much on his mind.

He had been working on his Infinity Stone plan for some time and it went off without a hitch. He should be over the moon. Awash in the satisfaction of total victory. But instead he was wracked with turmoil and indecisiveness. He had never fully grasped what it would mean to have a trio of omnipotent slaves to serve at his leisure. He could easily achieve his wildest dreams in no time at all, but did he really just want to hit an “I win” button?

When a man had infinity placed before him, all things possible, then just what was his first move?

Yes, the genie’s wishes always warped fate to his side, but there was still effort on his part to achieve (most of) his harem. Some fell into his lap, but some were the result of carefully choosing targets or taking the initiative or even rolling with whatever curveball the wish threw at him. But now he could have every woman he ever desired - Wonder Woman and Sue Storm and Kitana and Mulan and Twilight Sparkle and Amanda O’Neil and Velma Dinkley and Mai Valentine and Lightning Farron and everyone else - brought to him, fully compliant and obedient.

Cheat codes could be fun. God mode could be fun. A rigged or weighted game could be fun. But where was the fun in that?

Rob gave Samus’ bouncing bubble butt a half-hearted smack, the blonde grunting in acknowledgment of his dispassionate act.

“You seem troubled, sir.” She said diplomatically, never breaking the rhythm of her lewd dance.

“Yeah, you know, just dealing with the biggest bout of choice paralysis ever.” Rob replied with a dramatic sigh. He sank further into his chair and further into silence, the only sound being the creaking of Samus’ suit, the clapping of her cheeks, and Talon slobbering on his cock. Sullenly, Rob did inform Samus (and technically Talon) of his difficulties and worries, hoping that maybe an outsider’s perspective might provide him some new insight.

“I fail to see the problem, my Master.” Talon said, her voice hoarse from all the **** her throat had been taking. “You can do whatever you please and no one can stop you. The world can be warped to your vision. It’s an amazing thing, really.”

Rob rolled his eyes and shook his head, before seizing Talon by her lekku and slamming her back down onto his length. Of course she wouldn’t understand.

“Pardon my candor, sir, but it seems to me you complain about a lack of challenge when you never had much of a challenge before.” Samus spoke up, as Rob bullied Talon, worrying her onto his engorged cock. The Twilek groaned and gargled happily, nonetheless. “And whatever challenge came to you early in your campaign, but even before you ascended your three queens, you had built up enough resources to render any difficulties moot.”

That was true. The last major move they did before inducting MJ and granting her godhood was enslaving the X-Women. Wanda has simply teleported them into the heart of their power, whammied Jean Grey, and the rest fell into place. An audacious and bold plan that could have backfired easily, yet went off without a hitch. Jean and Emma’s terrifying psychic powers were hardly an obstacle. Heck, the only woman of the sixteen Rob claimed that day to offer even a token resistance was Magik.

“Yeah, but I obtained those resources through my hard work.” Rob pointed out.

“And did you not obtain this resource through your effort and ingenuity?” Samus replied, going so far as to stop twerking and face Rob directly. He responded by furrowing his brow and growling. “I have no right to tell you what to do, Master. I’m merely obeying you by pointing out the obvious.”

Rob opened his mouth before coming to a stop. After a beat he said, “That is a surprising amount of sass from you…” The corner of Samus’ mouth turned ever so slightly upright. “Yeah, okay, you’re right. I was the one who bestowed omnipotence on MJ and the others. My vision, my plan, my resource. Still doesn’t change the fact that it renders any further challenge moot.”

Talon emerged again from the length of his cock, and Rob was expecting her to go on another diatribe about the glories of corruption and the all-powerful nature of her beloved Master, but instead, this pearl of wisdom came from her slutty little mouth.

“If you are indeed all-powerful, could you not make your own challenges?” Rob stopped and stared at Talon, her Twilek fucktoy grinning from ear to ear. She licked at her lips, before washing her tongue across his cockhead. “Of course, I simply advise you to wield your power to tame all sluts and bitches and make them your mindless whore, but if that is not your wish Master, you could empower a rival or set-up scenarios you don’t have total control over. Of course, you would be guaranteed to win in the end, as is your right, but you could make a game of it. Many games of it.”

Rob just had to chuckle at the absurdity of it all. “That is the smartest thing that has ever come out of your fucking mouth…” He held his hand in his head, shaking it, as he chuckled some more. He had been a fool. “You’re right Talon. And you too, Samus. No limits means no limits. I had been so caught up in the fact that I can do anything, I forget that I can do anything. I can set my own limits, my own rules, my own challenges…”

“It is an honour to assist you, my Master.” Talon said, solemnly, bowing her head before Rob. while Samus offered a curt nod.

“Glad to see you’re thinking straight. Anything else I can do for you, given your new sense of enlightenment?”

“Yeah, yeah. I got ideas and plans galore, now.” Rob tapped his fingers on the armrest, names and images of women coming to his head. While he enjoyed the hunt, now he could bring the girls to him, putting them in all sorts of elaborate scenarios before he took their hearts and minds. “Get something to write or type on, Samus. I need you to take dictation. And you,” he grabbed Talon by her lekku, “I need you to keep taking dick. Such a good, smart girl deserves cummies tonight.”

In the face of his patronizing talk, speaking to her as if she were a pet, Talon shuddered and groaned, mouth opening wide and tongue extending. “Thank you, Master. This slut is unworthy…”

Rob spent the next several hours brainstorming, Samus recording his thoughts for posterity. He was sure to see his three omnipotent ladies before long, to give them their new marching orders and make his wildest dream come true, but he didn’t want to forget a single detail. It was a new era, one where he was only limited by his imagination, and lord knows that had never failed him before.

It was time to finish his collection with some high-priorities targets he had been coveting for sometime. It was time to collect various girls from across time and space and make them compete for his entertainment. It was time for him to augment his girls in the wildest ways possible. It was time to interbreed his harem amongst each other to create wild and sexy combinations of new daughters.

It was Rob’s time, and nothing was going to stop him. Not even himself.