Inspection and Instruction

"Good morning, girls." Rob announced, crossing the threshold, warm and chipper.

"Good morning, Master!" All twenty-eight girls responded in perfect chorus, smiling blissfully, arms at their sides and backs straight. Heads held high in attention. As Rob had entered the room, all of the girls snapped into position, not sitting but instead standing in front of their desks. All of them were perfectly obedient, perfectly attentive, as they gazed upon Rob, awaiting his instructions.

Sitting atop his throne, Rob looked upon the scene with wonder. No matter how many times it happened - being looked upon with absolute adoration by this beauties - he would never get over it. Never get bored with it.

He spent some time returning their gaze, taking in every erotic inch of their new outfits. Sure, he could have used his powers to conjure any kind of erotic clothing on these girls, but Rob felt it was important for his slaves to show initiative and creativity themselves. He was rewarded with his faith, as none of the girls failed to disappoint today.

"I love the outfits girls. All of them. You all did spectacular. Top marks for everyone today. But... 'Master'?" He repeated with a teasing smile. "A little premature, don't you think, girls?" He motioned for Kamala to come forth, to take her place at his side.

"I think the girls are just getting into the right mindset, Master." Kamala rolled the last word with relish, knowing that for her, it was true, rubbing it in the face of her peers. "Sort of like dress for the job you want. But a lot more fun!" Kamala knelt at Rob's feet, hands rubbing up against his crotch.

"Hmm, understandable." Rob unzipped his pants, giving Kamala access to what she wanted, gently ruffling her hair as she pulled his cock out. "The positive attitude is much appreciated, don't get me wrong girls, but you'll need more than that to enter my harem. It'll take focus, commitment, and require rigorous effort on your parts. Why don't you tell them about how I convinced you, Kamala?"

Her soft lips and tongue pressing on the surface of Rob's cock, Kamala moaned and drooled, addressing the class without ever facing them, speaking in a slushy, cock-drunk voice. "Mmm... it was great. It started all soft and slow, kisses and light touches, but then Master took me home and fucked me, hard. Just mercilessly pounding me for hours, breaking my mind. Turning me from a sweet girl into a naughty slut. I had **** but to obey and serve when he was done with me."

"Kamala is correct." Rob said. "Not just every woman can keep up with me in the bedroom. Keep up with my demands around the house." Kamala continued to kiss and lick, Rob rewarding her dedicated effort by growing his cock to a foot-long beast. She squealed in delight, while the other girls blanched at the casual demonstration at Rob's power. "Do you think you girls can do that?"

"If Kamala can, then I can, sir." Gwen Stacy replied first, licking her lips. Her pierced nipples were erect against the thin material of her suit, fingers twitching at her side, barely containing the need to play with them.

"Yeah. She said you made her a bad girl. Some of us were born bad girls..." Sasha added in a low, husky voice.

"We all want to be just like Kamala." Came Mina, cheering, bouncing up and down, her great pink bust wobbling around, threatening to pop free of her top.

Rob looked down at Kamala - tits out, drooling, eyes unfocused as she worshipped his cock to the complete ignorance of everything else. "You all want to be just like Kamala, here?" He asked, barely containing his smirk at how corrupted these girls were.

"What else could a girl ask for?" Hermione answered for the class. "To be loved and wanted by such an amazing man..." her gushing praise broke down into embarrassed giggles, as she realized what she said in front of the class. Hermione blushed and turned away, her friends lightly teasing her.

"Well, we still have work to do before you all reach that point, so let's get started for today."

As one Rob taught his slutty schoolgirls from the front of the class - a lecture and discussion on erotic clothing, all too apropos for today - he conjured a clone of himself along the back, who strolled amongst the rows of desks, taking a closer look at the girls and their choice of clothing.

He approached Raven, marveling at her magnificent mesh bodysuit. From afar, it looks almost opaque, but from up close, he could see everything. Quite literally, too, as the half-demoness wore nothing beneath it, every inch of her tantalizing grey flesh visible between the gaps of the meshwork.

"Very daring choice, Raven." Rob growled in her ear, mauling her massive tits with both hands. Raven stifled her moans, as to not distract the class, even as the girls near her stole glances at her and Rob. The Rob at the front of the class acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, save a few glances towards his clone, and a few pauses where he symbiotically shared his clone's sensations. "You weren't trying to seduce me, were you?" He squeezed, tight and hard, clamping down on her breasts and holding them in his grasp, as if trying to juice a pair of overripe melons.

"Guh.... yes, sir, I was!" Raven confessed, voice unnaturally high with lust and heat. "I've only been allowed to service you with me mouth. Please, let my other holes worship your cock, too!" Raven moaned, loud enough that everyone could hear her. Hell, Rob was certain everyone on this floor in the school could hear her. Teacher Rob continued to ignore her, but several of the girls were no openly touching themselves. "Am I not good enough for you? What can I do to change myself? Please sir, tell me! I need it!"

"You're plenty beautiful and sexy, Raven. Absolutely one-of-a-kind. So, don't you worry, I'll give you what you want and what you deserve... eventually. Good things come to those who wait. Now, eyes front, hands on your desk, and focus on your lessons while I play with your splendid body."

"Ah~ Y-yes, teacher..."

Raven did her best to focus, as Rob continued to grope her breast, even as she flushed with heat, sweat pouring down her brow, dampness building in her crotch. Teacher Rob called on her for questions and she did her best to answer in a thick, stammering voice, answering the final question but not before Rob made her cum just by playing with her tits. She collapsed atop her desk, a drooling mess, a dumb smile on her face as both Robs told her what a good girl she was.

Moving on, Rob brought out his phone and queued up Slutter, going to his subscribed channels and opening up @ChoRavencunt. "I see of all the girls, you've been most active on Slutter, Miss Chang." Rob said to Cho, standing at her side, scrolling through her feed.

Over the weekend, Cho had posted multiple videos of herself playing with dildos, giving the plastic phalluses long, sensual suckjobs, deepthroating subsequently larger and larger sex toys, all sculpted to resemble girthy, veiny cocks. She had become a minor celebrity from them, with hundreds of thousands of views on her various videos.

"Hmm, yes sir, it was a lot of fun, too." Cho said in a breathy voice, pressing her lips together. Rob was playing one of her videos, the Cho on the video making exaggerated gagging and **** sounds while she was deepthroating a shiny ten-incher, slobber running down her chin. "They're really popular, too. But, I think I can go even further. I wouldn't mind doing a livestream... with a live cock!"

In the next video, Cho was using a flesh-coloured dildo with a built in water pump, using it to spray a viscous white fluid all over her face. Smeared with the faux cum, Cho faced the camera, tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, and her index and middle fingers on both hands held up in a V-for-victory sign: the perfect slutty Asian ahegao-face.

Rob stayed silent, continuing to watch the videos, but Cho did not take no for an answer, batting her eyes and inching closer to Rob. With her sitting and him standing, she was just about at level with his crotch, the perfect position for her. "You're the one who made me addicted to sucking cock, sir. It's only fair that you help me out. Plus, it would go a long ways to show my commitment to being your slut, wouldn't it?"

Only inches away from his bulging erection, Cho let out a breathy sigh and licked her lips. Rob couldn't help but groan in need over just how drastic Cho's transformation had gone. "You do raise several fair points, Miss Chang."

"Oh, and by the way, I intend to change my name. 'Cho Chang' is so boring, and kind of racist and demeaning, don't you think, sir?" A wicked smile overtook the beautiful features of Cho. "Now, 'Cho Cocksucker'! That's the perfect name for me!"

"Oh fuck!" The Cho on Rob's phone exclaimed, voice thick with need that was more real than simulated. "I just love sucking cocks, nothing turns me on more. Say boys, why don't you subscribe to my channel and send me a picture of your cock? If you do, I'll name one of my toys after you and do a special video just for you..."

Rob's smile perfectly mirrored Cho's. "You're absolutely right, Miss Cocksucker. It's simply perfect."

When Rob came across America next, the tall Latina girl eagerly leapt to her feet, all the better for Rob to enjoy the entirety of her body, dress only in her skimpy swimsuit and jean shorts.

"I must say, Miss Chavez," Rob began, immediately placing a hand on her juicy ass. "I have noted the drastic improvement in your attitude over the past several weeks. It's like night and day compared to the suspicious, combative young woman you used to be."

"And I owe it all to you, sir." America purred in response, gyrating her hips, even as Rob seized onto one of her asscheeks with his big bear paw hands. "I was such a gigantic bitch when I first joined the class, but you're such an amazing teacher, you made me realize the error of my ways." A grateful and beatific smile fell on her face, America giving Rob a loving kiss on the cheek, before turning fully away, grinding her ass against him. "Besides, it's so much better being a hot slut, anyways."

"I can't take all the credit, dear." Rob grunted, as America's rubbed her plush ass all over his crotch. He moved his hands up to her bikini-clad breasts. Hmm, these could use some improvement, he thought. America couldn't be a proper feisty Latina slut without massive cans. "Not many women would be as receptive and willing to change as you, Miss Chavez."

America's body rolled up and down, sensually, moving to an inaudible beat, pressed as tightly as possible against Rob. "How could I not change when you wave this in front of me, sir?" She bent forward, her body folded into a right angle over her desk, continually shaking and twerking her ass on Rob's cock. "I'm so glad I left the Utopian Ideal for this dimension. Those stuck-up dykes will never know the pleasure of serving a stud like you. How about you reward my attitude adjustment by filling my virgin cunt with your giant cock, daddy?"

Rob grunted again, wholly audible, unable to restrain himself against America's actions and words. Once more, he was the focus of the entire class's attention, the girls trying and failing to keep one eye on each Rob. "All of you whores are so eager for me cock, huh?" Still fully clothed, he seized her hips and pressed deeper against her ass, enjoying the dry humping and grindshow.

"That's what you taught us, Mr. Daily. To be sexy sluts and eager slaves."

"Indeed." Rob hissed out, before saying directly to America, voice low enough so only she would hear. "Keep up the good work, Miss Chavez, and you'll be part of my harem before you know it."

His cock raging with need as he moved from America, Rob fought the urge of grabbing the nearest student and fucking her ****, but there was a time and a place for that, and he decided now was not it. However, he was still interested in talking and playing with his prospective slaves, and he decided his next hand-on meeting should be a twofer.

"I absolutely adore the matching outfits, girls." Rob said to Luz and Amity, pulling the two out of their chairs and holding them by the waist, arms wrapped about them. Both lovers were petite enough that Rob's grip pressed them up against his chest, cradling them possessively. "The bridal lingerie is sexy, but the corpse make-up makes it all the better. Very creative and original."

"See!" Luz said to Amity, ego assuaged over her creative choices. "I told you Master would like it."

Amity pouted back to her girlfriend. "You just said you wanted to be unique to stand out from the others."

"And we did! And Master likes it because of that!"

Luz stuck her tongue out, teasing yet petulant, and it looked like Rob would have a lover's spat on his hands. But, he knew what to do when his pets began to act up. He **** Luz and Amity's heads up to another, pressing them together and making them kiss. Both relented to Rob's guidance, shutting their eyes and opening their mouths, tongues reaching out in need to meet their partner.

"No need to fight over your Master, girls..." Rob told them, looming over the two while they made out. "There's plenty of me for the both of you..."

Breathless, the two continued to kiss, obnoxiously slobbering over one another while Rob held them together. When Rob finally did allow them to relent, Luz looked up to Rob with big, bright eyes, hesitantly, before saying, "Actually sir... it was something we were wondering. When I join your harem, do I have to break up with Amity?" She then paused, quickly adding, "Because I will! Just say it, and I will. I love you more than her, anyways!"

"Me too!" Amity quickly exclaimed. "Luz is my girlfriend, but you're my Master! She just can't compare to you in anyway!"

Rob could only chuckle and shake his head at their desperation. "No need to worry girls." He said in calming voice, attempting to settle them down. "I could never deny my slavegirls any happiness in their lives, so I could never ask you two to choose between me or your lover. As far as I'm concerned, you're a package deal. Plus, you two make such a cute couple, it does my heart well to see you together."

It was true. While not much of a shipper, Rob would happily call himself a Lumity supporter, if only because it gave him a cut lesbian couple to draw. And because so much of his fanbase an artist loved them too.

The fears of Luz and Amity were more than dispelled by Rob's words, as their eyes sparkled and smiles brightened. "We get to be girlfriends and your sex slaves then, Master?" Luz asked, supremely hopeful.

"So long as you let me join in on your private time every now and again. And, of course, you obey my every command, like good girls."

"Yes, sir! Whatever you want, Master!"

Class continued in such a manner, with Rob-A teaching and Rob-B making his rounds, visiting individual students for a private talk and some public heavy petting. Just like Raven, Cho, and America, so many of the girls could barely hide their lust for Rob, flirting with him, seducing him, doing everything they could to get him to whip out his dick and fuck them. He resisted the temptation, but he knew come the evening, when he returned to the comfort of home and his harem, the orgy he would have would be wild it defied even his perverted imagination.

Eventually, the two Robs reconstituted, class winding down with Kamala giving and impromptu speech about life in Rob's harem, speaking in a rapid-fire, excitable manner to the delight of her peers and fellows.

"...And all the other women in Master's harem are drop-dead gorgeous." Kamala said, sitting cross-legged atop Rob's desk in the corner, all eyes on her. She spoke with the irrepressible fangirl energy of Kamala Khan before Rob molded her into his fawning ****, beaming as she talked, eyes wide and live with an electric joie-de-vivre. "Like, you know the CEO of Slutter? Well, obviously she's Rob's employee, but she's his ****, too!"

"Asami Sato?" Gwen Tennyson asked in disbelief. She whipped out her phone and opened up Asami's Slutter account - @MistressAsami - scrolling through her feed, pivoting to show the class. "She's amazing! So smart and classy and pretty!" Most of Asami's pictures were of two genres - her trying on various outfits, classy or slutty but all beautiful. Or, he lording her superiority over Korri in some shape or form.

"And she's Mr. Daily's ****?" Kim gawked openly, a dark cloud settling over class. On the faces of his girls, Rob could see the doubt set in. About how they could possibly compare to a woman like Asami Sato.

Kamala didn't bother to stop to confirm, simply moving on at a breakneck pace. "Oh, and did you see the news about Westeros? About how their Queen abdicated and a bunch of other aristocrats from there donated their wealth? Yeah, that's just a lie for the press. The truth is, all of them are Rob's now, too!"

"I mean... yeah, I saw those super hot videos Daenerys Targaryen posted about how women are naturally submissive, but..." Violet gulped, visibly and loudly. "Mr. Daily has Queens and noblewomen in his harem?"

The cloud grew darker, the doubt and dread deeper, enough so that Rob saw need to step in. "Now, before any of you jump to conclusions, comparing yourself to Asami or Cersei or Dany, let me be the first to tell you this." Rob started, loud and authoritative, commanding yet soothing. All eyes were now on him, fear mixing with hope, much like how Luz looked earlier. "Yes, those three are absolutely beautiful. Some of the most beautiful women in the world. And, yes, the same can be said of the other girls currently in my harem. But... it also can be said about each and everyone of you."

Those words seemingly took the air of out of the room, twenty-seven young women looking back at Rob, stunned, even the normally taciturn GoGo or the cold and guarded Raven and Wednesday. Sure, their fears were quickly mollified, and they had little to no reason to doubt their teacher, but it was hard to swallow for them that Rob could honestly say they were some of the most beautiful women in the world.

"It's true. It's true." Rob reiterated, still sensing the tension abound. "I don't think I could have asked for a better group to be apart of my first Slut Class. Each and everyone of you... so bright, so strong, so smart and lovely. And, if you still doubt me, remember: what teacher say is always right. Teacher is never wrong."

Dreamy smiles and distant gazed passed upon each of the girls, all of them sighing in abject pleasure and responding in perfect, slavish unison.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. We love you, sir. We are happy to have you as our teacher."

"Wonderful. And now, before class is dismissed, we do have a handful of things to deal with..."

Asking the girls to line-up single file, handing each of them - oddly enough - an apartment key. Raven, Starfire, Megan, and Gwen Tennyson all received copies of the same key, grouped together, as were Anne with Sasha and Marcy, Luz with Amity, America with Gwen Stacy and GoGo. The four Persona girls were grouped together, as were the four MHA girls and the four Hogwarts girls. Then, Violet, Kim, and Wednesday were each given unique keys.

"I would like all of my girls to be close at hand." Rob began to explain. "And while my current house is quite large, it's not exactly large enough for all of you. To those ends, I recently purchased an apartment complex and renovated it to my liking." This was one of the tasks Izu had been sent on the day Rob received her. It was only recently the apartment building was finished their renovations, with Asami Sato being the first residence, Rob gifting her the penthouse suite which sat atop the apartment building.

"It's called Paradise Tower, and I want all of you moving in by the start of next week. But, some of you will not be moving in alone..."

Quickly, Rob passed out one additional key each to Anne, Luz, Amity, Violet, Kim, and Wednesday.

"Far be it from me to separate loving mothers from their lovely daughters. As soon as parent-teacher conferences are finished this week, your mothers will be joining you, too."

"You mean I get to shack up with Anne and her hot mom?" Sasha mused. "You really are the best teacher ever."

"Will you be coming to visit us, sir?" Violet asked, mind already dancing with what fun her and her mother could have with Rob.

"As often as I can, dear." Rob said. "And I still have one more piece of news for all of you." Paradise Tower was the first of Izu's two projects she helped arrange on her first day. As for the other...

"Tell me girls: have you heard of a club called 'Barely Legal'?" When none of the girls responded in the affirmative, Rob's smile grew into a twisted, fiendish grin. "Well, you're all about to be intimately familiar with your new workplace, soon enough..."