Taking Paradise

After publishing last week's chapter, I posted a poll as an addendum, asking what type of persons would you like to see as residents of Fantasia. If you haven't voted yet, go and do so:

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//////Fantasia’s capital city stood upon a cliff face overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It sprawled and spun in an expansive, meandering manner all the way up and down the cliff, with a harbour, seaside market, and ocean-front homes nestled against the base of the cliff and against the water, to the great royal palace resting the top of the rise and sitting atop the whole city itself. Formed of pure white stone and replete with seven slender, momentous towers that rose to touch the clear blue sky, the royal castle served as a crown for the grand, majestic city.

Said city was surrounded by vast green fields to the north and east and the crystalline blue ocean waters to the west and south, basking in the radiant sunlight beating down with it’s heat tempered by the balmy ocean breeze. A perfect day that saw the entire stepped city - from base to peak - full of happy, fulfilled citizens going about their daily lives without a day in the world.

And from near the tippy-top of it all, residing at a five-star hotel that lay in the same ritzy district as the royal palace, Rob leaned back in his chair and gave a loud, content sigh. He and MJ were having brunch on the patio of the hotel’s bistro, enjoying the sights and sounds of this fantastical world he had created. Of this paradise he had created. And with the climate, the scenery, the food, and his gorgeous girl, it certainly was a paradise for Rob, something that exceeded even his grand imagination and inflated ego.

It had been some time since he had “gone into the field”, as it were, and he was giddy with excitement at the prospects of the day’s activities. He was happy to give MJ the same special moment he had shared with Zatanna and Wanda, but he might be even more excited to get down to business and fulfill Fantasia’s prophecy. To claim some world-class women as his own.

(Especially considering, when they were creating Fantasia, his three ladies revealed some of the Princesses his wish had pulled into this reality and who could be welded to this project. To say he was surprised would be an understatement, so in order to maintain that surprise, he had MJ erase his memory of the knowledge of three specific royal beauties that would soon be his).

But, before all of that, before Rob went hunting for princesses, he felt like warming up with a target that was less-imposing, much closer at hand, but no less gorgeous and desirable.

“Can I get you two anything else for the moment?” Their waitress asked them.

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Rob grinned up at the simply divine Polynesian beauty with her succulent, ripe body, framed in that thin, strapless dress that was slit all the way up her hips on both sides. At Rob’s leering (and he had been openly eyefucking her since she first arrived at the table), Nani Pelekai tried to hide her grimace. Clearly, she did not like her job or the attention that it brought, but it must have been worth it working at a high-class hotel, getting whatever tip money in exchange for having to withstand the leering of perverts like Rob.

Speaking of…

“Oh, yes. If you could, I’d love to see you bent over the table while I fuck that plush, juicy ass of yours, babe.” Rob said with his most lecherous gaze directed at Nani. She started so suddenly and violently, she just about dropped her server tray.

“W-what!? What!? What did you say to me you disgusting fucking pervert!?” Instantly, Nani went from put-out and uncomfortable to indignantly furious, a flush of anger creeping up into her face, as she read Rob the riot act, not caring about causing a scene in the middle of her workplace. “I don’t need to take that shit from some fat, boorish tourist and the whore he has to hire to be seen with a woman! You can take that stubby little dick of your and you can-”

MJ snapped her fingers and time immediately rewound to before Rob propositioned Nani. It was the third time today they had pulled off this little trick.

“Can I get you two anything else for the moment?” Nani asked, as calm and professional as she could manage, still trying to hide her grimace and discomfort.

“I think we’re just about done, actually.” Rob said, now perfectly polite, even as his hungry eyes still feasted on Nani’s body in that revealing dress. “Just the check will be great.” Nani’s smile perked up for a moment, happy to be rid of Rob’s affections, as she trotted off in those five-inch heels that were somehow part of her uniform. Hey, Rob may not have made Fantasia purely perverted at first go, but he still designed it, and he designed it for himself.

When Nani, Rob leaned over the table and growled at MJ. “I want her… I want her bad, babe.”

“Oh, I can tell, Tiger.” MJ giggled at how horned up eager her man was, smiling coquettishly as she finished her mimosa. “Let me see if I can work my magic on her. Nothing too obvious. I bet I can come up with a fun scenario.”

“Oh, she’ll make a fun appetizer before the main course…” Rob agreed, sinking into his chair and polishing off his own drink. “I think when we’re done putting her in her place, I’ll make her one of the palace maids. She seems the perfect type for a domestic role…”

“You’re the Master, you call the shots.” The couple shared a mischievous grin, as MJ rose to kiss her Master before heading off to off her own proposition to Nani.

She cornered the waitress alone by a server stand, printing out their receipt, taking a breather from having to deal with Rob’s advances. She almost jumped out of her skin when she turned about and found Mary Jane sidling up to her.

“Hey there, Nani,” MJ said, smiling and waving in a friendly manner, attempting to disarm Nani’s shock and skepticism. “I do want to apologize for how my Ma- boyfriend has been acting. He just really, really likes women and has been totally blown away by how pretty you are.” To MJ’s delight, Nani blushed ever so slightly and demurred at the compliment. “I know he can be very eager and sometimes oversteps his boundaries, but he’s harmless, trust me.”

“Well… thank you for apologizing, miss.” Nani replied, stiffly, after a moment, as if she was searching for the right words. “But if I’m being honest, you should have a talk with your man about how he acts in public. I bet I’m not the first waitress he’s done this to…”

“Oh, he’s normally very well behaved. He only goes off the leash when we come across a really beautiful woman. Like yourself.”

Nani blushed again, but still managed to frown in the face of the compliment. She lowered her eyes and muttered something MJ did not pick up on.

“And, if I’m being honest, I was barely hanging on, barely keeping it together. I was about to join Robbie in drooling all over you.” MJ offered another disarming smile, batting her eyelashes, as she took a step closer to Nani. Not aggressively. Not obviously. Just enough so that she could lean in and whisper to the Hawaiian hottie without arousing suspicion.

“Let’s make an indecent proposal. We're in the penthouse on the very top. We would love if you could join us~”

During her conversation with MJ, Nani had been some combination of reticent and standoffish, unsure of what MJ was getting at or what she wanted. The moment she made her “indecent proposal”, Nani looked stricken; wholly shocked as her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a gaping hole. She looked like a deer in the headlights for a moment, before she collected herself, and her face screwed up in indignant anger again. This time, MJ did not rewind time, as Nani stormed off in a huff and stomped over to Rob to give him the receipt, have him pay up, and finally be rid of this couple.

This setback did nothing to dampen MJ’s mood, as she simply looked over to Rob across the patio. They shared a wink and MJ shot him with a finger pistol, signalling that it was his turn now.

Nani got her wish, and Rob and MJ left without any further hassle. However, when she went to bus their table, she noticed the server wallet she dropped off with the receipt was now bulging full of something. A lot of somethings. A hundred thousand somethings, as it turned out. They strange, gross couple had handsomely tipped her already, but now they left her another hundred thousand dollars along with a note that read “Thank you for your wonderful service. You deserve this. There’s more where it came from. We hope to see you soon.”

Their room key was also left in the wallet.

Nani held the money in her right hand and the keycard in the other, gawking at both in turn. Especially the money. More cash than she had ever seen in her life. Even if she was still opposed and disgusted by the offer, Nani was already doing the math in her head.

How much was her dignity and self-respect worth?

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It turns out it was worth a million a week, but the price for Nani’s dignity, body, autonomy, and free will comes later.

When her shift ended, and she worked up the courage to take the elevator up to the tippy top of the hotel, Nani found the couple cleaning up after brunch. Mr. Rob Daily was still leering at her, all-but drooling over her, but this time she found his fawning over her less creepy and spine-crawling. Somehow, she found it… flattering? Almost desirable? That a man would be willing to pay this much money just to have a crack at her. Did that make her pathetic and gross, or the couple of Rob and MJ? Or both?

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” Mary Jane’s voice and appearance was so sudden, it snapped Nani out of her daze. The gorgeous redhead sat next to her man on the grand bed in the middle of the room, both wearing matching silk robes that ended at mid-thigh. “We both want you, and we’re willing to pay top dollar for you. So, all that’s left to do is negotiate a price.” MJ’s emerald eyes shone with lust in the lowlight of the room. “That hundred grand was just a teaser, Miss Nani Pelekai… how much will it take for you to join us?”

Nani balked. Anyone would in her situation. But just when she was about to find her tongue and wherewithal again, she was stunned when MJ opened up Rob’s robe and took his cock in her hands, stroking the erect shaft slowly and enticingly. The thick cock grew to it’s full length and then, somehow, seemed to grow longer and longer as MJ’s elegant fingers massaged it. Nani’s stomach fluttered.

She was about to blurt out that the hundred K was enough if it meant she got a piece of that dick. Wait… was she horny? Why was she horny? Why was she so horny over the idea of prostituting herself to these two? Her mouth suddenly became dry, her tongue thick and clumsy, unable to speak as she stared into space, eyes focused on Rob Daily, his hungry eyes, and big fucking cock.

Nani wasn’t even aware that she was babbling. That it was her turn to almost drool over another human, when Rob chuckled, and stood up. “We can hash out a price later. Pleasure comes before business.” Rob crossed the distance between him and his latest target. Nani was shaking like a leaf on the wind, literally trembling, but paralyzed before Rob Daily. Somehow, he just looked so powerful and desirable right now, with his broad chest and big dick, his hungry eyes and his charming smile. Why did Nani think he was just some creep earlier?

Out of her heels, Rob loomed over Nani, and in his presence, she seemed to shrink even more before him. Nani was hyperventilating, panting over Rob and his dominating, powerful aura of sheer masculinity, heading swimming, heart pounding. Her mind was flashing between the scene before her, between the supreme sexual **** of this man, and the stack of greenbacks in her purse; the thought of more. Money and dick, so much of both! Rob’s smirk grew, as he put his hand on her chin, lifting her head so he met his gaze.

“How does it feel to be an actual, factual, literal whore?” Rob asked. Nani balked again, gasping as if breaking from a reverent trance.

“I-I’m not a whore…” she replied, feebly, all the fire and indignation from her earlier reprisals now gone.

“Yes you are, sweetheart. You’re about to offer your body for money. That literally makes you a whore.” Rob crossed his arms, maximizing his superiority over Nani. “You’re a high-priced whore, and worth every penny, but a whore nonetheless. Hell, I guess that hundred grand is good for a handy from you, slut?”

Her face screwing up in confusion, Nani was about to question what Rob was getting at, when she looked down and gasped again. Unbeknownst to her mind or body, her hands had seized Rob’s monster dick, eagerly squeezing the thick pillar of flesh and muscle. She was shocked that her phantom hands had taken a hold of the sexy, enticing cock before her, but after that initial ripple, her shock now came over the fact of just how hot and hard it was. She moaned loudly and wantonly, as she really began to work the shaft, feeling it pulse and twitch against the soft flesh of her hands. It felt so good and she wanted it soooo bad!

“Aaaaah! Okay, okay! I’m a whore! I’m a whore!” Nani admitted, her voice wavering, as she shouted to the heavens, with Rob and MJ as her witnesses. Her clients. Her buyers. “I’m you’re whore…! A-a-and I’ll do anything for the right price!”

“Good girl!” In triumph, Rob took a hold of Nani’s big, juicy, bubble butt and pulled her in close. “Always love it when a hot piece of ass knows their place and admits it!”

“Now…” MJ slipped in from behind, embracing Rob and looming over Nani, looking down on her. “Get on your knees and suck your new boss’ cock, whore!”

Nani sank like a stone, falling to her hands and knees in one fluid motion, and happily gobbling up Rob’s length. Her entire body quivered with utter pleasure! She couldn’t imagine how good that thick, heavy, turgid, sweaty cock would taste, how good it would feel on her tongue, scraping against the roof of her mouth, prodding against the entrance of her throat. So good, so so so gooood!

Rob’s deep guttural groans were heaven to Nani’s ears. Seeing MJ writhe in pleasure, kissing Rob, stroking his chest, grinding her sex against him was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. She choked and moaned and gargled down Rob’s cock with a surprising enthusiasm she didn’t know she had, with the lovers looming over her like royalty. Like she was nothing towards them. She was nothing towards them. She was a hired whore. An expensive plaything for this big-dicked stud and this gorgeous redhead.

Such dismissive thoughts to herself and worshipful thoughts to these strangers who had propositioned her made Nani feel weird, but a good weird, as her stomach fluttered again and her sex flared with a deep, wet heat.

Rob and MJ made out to the symphonic sounds of Nani’s sloppy blowjob, when one of Rob’s great hands seized Nani by the back of the head and **** her to take all of him in her mouth at once. She gagged and sputtered and then began to whine, unable to pull away from Rob’s iron grasp. It was less taking all his dick that was the problem, Nani was more than happy to deep dick the man who bought her, it was having her bulbous nose pressed up against his groin, having her face mashed up against him. Even if it felt good to be used like that, she struggled to breathe for a moment, and that moment stretched longer and longer when she felt Rob’s cock spasm before unleashing it’s payload, depositing a torrent of thick, rich cum down her throat and into her bellow. Nani whined again, letting out a long, low moan as she stretched out her entire body on the floor, turning into a spineless blob as Rob held her in place and dumped an obscene, seemingly never-ending load of seed into her.

By the time it was done, she felt so heavy and full in her belly, but so warm and satisfied, too, even if her throat felt raw from all of Rob’s ****. Who knew being a whore could feel so good!?

“Well, after all that foreplay, I think we should settle on price.” Rob said with a smug smirk, now towering over Nani as she splayed out on the floor, coughing and groaning. “What should I pay you for your services today, whore?” Nani’s entire body quaked when she was called a “whore”.

“... A million! I want a million dollars!” Nani blurted out. She probably could have milked this creep for even more, but it was just the first number that popped into her head. “A-and I want more of your dick! And your cum!” The words came breathlessly and heedlessly, as Nani gathered herself to her knees, staring up at Rob, her tongue lolling from her mouth. She was panting, like a bitch in heat, so **** to be used like the whore she was.

Rob burst out into a deep, belly laugh. “Ahaha! Wow, you have no shame, do you? Shit yeah I’ll pay a million for your hot cunt!” Nani barely hid her glee at the confirmation of her deal. “Your a first-rate fuck, Nani, and a girl like you deserves an easy life. If you don’t mind, from the looks of it, I bet you’ve been working hard your entire life, huh?”

Nani nodded. “I’ve been on my own, supporting myself since I was younger. Working multiple jobs, scrimping and saving.”

“Well, now you’re on easy street. And all you had to do was sell your body! All you had to do was be your whore.”

“Be your whore…”

“Two things.” MJ cut into the exchange man and whore were sharing, stepping out in front of Rob with a stern look on her face. She planted her bare foot across Nani’s chest. Gently, fairly gently, she pushed back so that Nani was **** onto her back, MJ pinning her to the ground with the one foot. “The two of us,” she gestured to her and Rob, “are an equal partnership. Which means you're my whore, too.” Nani saw no reason to dispute this claim, looking at MJ’s glorious body and suddenly feeling sapphic feelings she had never felt before. “Two, Robbie bought you. He’s your client, your boss, your owner. You’re going to show respect to your man by properly addressing him. ‘Sir’, ‘My Lord, ‘Master’.” MJ grinned, her arms reaching up behind her to embrace Rob. “He’s a lot of slut’s Masters, as you’ll soon find out.”

“Ah, okay, okay…” Nani bowed her head in contrition. At this point, she felt like she would do anything for more cash and more cock. “I’m in your service, sir.” She then looked up, locking eyes with MJ’s gorgeous emerald eyes. “And yours, miss…” Nani’s heart soared when she saw MJ smile even deeper and purred lasciviously.

Nani got all the sex her newfound whorish heart could ever handle, as MJ pounced upon her and the two women became a tangle of bodies, of flawless ivory flesh and sun-kissed teak skin; of fiery red locks and a thick, luscious black mane. MJ ground her pussy into Nani’s face, because a whore was always meant to service, but they soon found themselves with their legs wrapped around them, mashing their hot, juicing pussies together. All the while, Rob stood over them, releasing a rainfall of semen seemingly at will, spattering the two beauties with his seed.

If Nani was going to be a whore, then she much preferred getting railed by cock, but that wasn’t to say Mary Jane wasn’t a close second. Gorgeous, vivacious, almost addicting, much like Rob, her every touch set her skin ablaze with toe-curling, body-squirming intensity. As MJ explored Nani’s body with her mouth or ploughed into her with a strap on, Nani felt herself becoming more and more enamoured with Miss Watson, even, at the very least, it was because Rob was enjoying the lesbian sex show on the hotel room floor. Strangely, Nani noticed six, heavy rings with large gemstones that seemed to flash right before Nani found herself growing more attracted to MJ. Wait, no, maybe it was the golden torc with six large gemstones that glowed. Or the tiara. Or the bangles she wore. Or the-

“Hell yeah, this is what I want. What I wanted when I first lay sight on your ripe, perfectly thicc islander body!” Rob said, as he seized Nani in one hand and held out a fistful of cash in the other. Nani moaned at the sight of the amount of cash and the sight of that erect cock nearing her slit. Rob roughly **** her to bend over before driving his dick into her sopping wet hole. “Hnnnng! Yeah, fuck this is good! Maybe not fucking your ass, but I’m sure we can get to that later!”

Nani’s moans quickly turned into breathless panting and strained gargling sounds, as Rob brutally fucked her tight, need pussy, said orifice convulsing and squirting after only a few minutes.

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“In fact, you’re such a good fuck Nani, how would you like to be under my permanent employ?” Rob asked, seizing Nani’s wide hips for extra leverage as he really began to pound her. “A million a week and you can be my hired whore. Well, one of my whores. How does that sound?”

“AAAH! Soooooo GOOD!!!” Nani screamed, her legs wobbling and knees knocking as she came again, Rob being the only reason she was still standing. “I’ll be your whore forever, sir! And I’ll never have to work another service job again! I’ll be your rich, slutty, cock-hungry whore!”

“And that means, if you’re taking Rob’s money, if you’re his bitch, you’ll do whatever he says, right?” MJ asked with a wicked glint in her eyes. Nani cried and screamed in the affirmative once more. “So, for a million a week, that means he can knock you up here and now.”

Nani’s heart skipped a beat at this latest indecent proposal. But it was the last dying vestige of her self-respect and free will. She was about to be stinking filthy rich. What did she care what her benefactor, her boss, her owner - her Master! - did to her body?

“Go ahead and knock me up, sir! You own this slutty body! You pay for it! Use it however you like! So long as I have lots of cash and lots of cock, I’ll be happy for the rest of my life!”

Like so many women before her (and so many yet to come), Nani ended up branded, bred, and broken, but so much happier with her new lot in life. Especially with the revelations to come…

“Alright, get some rest whore.” MJ said to her man’s newest acquisition, relishing in the insulting, demeaning, sexist word and it’s literal meaning for the Polynesian slut writhing on the floor before her. “The two of us have plenty of work on this island and as Rob’s newest employee, you’ll be helping us.”

Nani idly rubbed her well-fucked pussy, drowsily murmurring, “What are we going to do, sir?”

“We’re gonna break into the royal palace and turn all the Princesses into cock-drunk bimbo sexslaves just like you.”

The shockingly **** statement and Rob’s brazen tone was enough to snap Nani out of her stupor, as she blinked rapidly and stared up at the man who now owned her with disbelieving eyes. Rob beamed and puffed out his chest, looking proud and skeevy, but so, so powerful. Even more so when he took MJ into his arms. They were so beautiful, so strong, so perfect, Nania believed in the moment they could do anything.

And, indeed, MJ echoed Rob’s supreme confidence and confirmed Nani’s swooning affection and submission to the two.

“You’re lucky Rob was the man to proposition you. This kingdom has a little secret that will change everything. Long story short, you’re looking at the man destined to be King…”