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The parents weren't the only ones who had to prepare for the Parent-Teacher Conference, Rob had soon realized. Not if he wanted to push the boundaries of his school slaves completely and open them to a new horizon. See, he fully intended to enslave the mothers of Luz, Amity, Anne, Violet, Kim, and Wednesday, but that wouldn't be enough. He needed to have mother and daughter fully commit to one another as well as him, to express their love and lust and fuck like the incestuous whores that the internet (and Rob) fantasized them to be.

Rob himself wasn't a supremely ardent **** fetishist, his mother having passed when he was young and having no other female relatives he was close to, but he understood the appeal of it, the popularity of it (some of his most popular pieces were **** fetish works), and the taboo of it. No matter how deeply enthralled his girls were, he couldn't risk them fighting back against this, he had to work to make sure his girls would be amenable to lusting after their mothers.

To that end, Izu had prepared more VR headsets loaded with even more will-breaking, brain-numbing videos to push these six over the edge. And if it worked, and if Rob's future plans succeeded, him and his harem would indulge in an incestuous paradise so intense it would make the Hapsburg dynasty blush.

But, of course, things don't got to plan. Rob had just gotten the girls to agree to wear the headsets (fairly easy, all things considered), fired them up, when he realized he had unwanted spies at his doorstep.

"Miss Waybright, Miss Wu? You can come out, I can see you both clearly."

Sasha and Marcy crept forward from beyond the door frame, eyes falling to the others, especially Anne. The willowy and busty Thai girl had fallen to her knees, swaying like a reed in a storm, smiling emptily as she did. The other fives girls mimicked her position and motion.

"This is a closed session." Rob stated in his most firm and commanding tone. "What do you think you're doing peeping in on it?"

Looking as if they had been caught pilfering the cookie jar, Sasha and Marcy slunk into the room, ashamed and maybe a touch afraid of disappointing their teacher. Rob looked at them, waiting their explanation. Marcy averted her gaze, while Sasha turned petulant quickly, leading to Rob saying, "I'm not upset. I'd just like an explanation" to spread oil over the waters and assuage the girls' worries.

"Well," Sasha eventually said, pouting and scuffing the floor with her feet, "You keep having these private meetings with Anne. We wanted to see what you guys were doing." Rob detected more than a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"We're just preparing for parent-teacher conferences." Rob explained, motioning to the six dazed, drooling girls behind him. "I have an appointment with Mrs. Boonchuy, so I need to prepare with Anne. If I had appointments scheduled with your parents, you might be joining them." Rob knew that designs for Sasha and Marcy's mothers had been revealed in an art book, but designs did not make for characters, and Rob's wish was for his favourite fictional female characters to be brought to life, so it seemed the Mrs. Waybright and Mrs. Wu did not make that cut.

Sasha and Marcy seemed to ignore the reference to their phantom parents, Marcy peering beyond Rob to look at Anne and the others. "Say... with those VR goggles on and they way they're acting, it almost looks like you're brainwashing them, Mr. Daily."

Rob's breath hitched. Marcy's words had all the weight of an idle thought expressed without consideration, but she had still managed to hit the nail on the head. He froze, never having planned for this eventuality, and bereft of any tools to subdue Marcy and Sasha is things got hairy. No more VR headsets, they were out of position for a hypnotic video, and no Zatanna...

Fortunately, Rob's rescue came from an unexpected source.

"'Brainwashing'? Do you hear yourself, Mar-Mar?" Sasha mocked in an incredulous tone. "You've spent too much time on weird fetish sites again. Mind control doesn't exist and, even if it did, we all love and respect and obey Mr. Daily because she's such a good teacher and such a charming person. He convinced us to be his slaves, not brainwashed us, got it?"

Rob breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as Marcy laughed and waved her friend off.

"I know, I know, Sash. It's just that, mind control is in my top five fetishes of all time, probably number one actually. And don't Anne and the others looks super hot like that? Man, whatever those are, I'd love to be strapped to a headset and turned into a drooling dummy like that."

Marcy said the words with lustful relish, Sasha considering what her friend had just said, specifically eying Anne and her heaving chest, while Rob just shook his head in disbelief.

"Wait... what are you other top fetishes, Marcy?" He said without thinking, his student more than happy to enlighten him.

"Okay, so all things MC and hypno at number one." Marcy babbled, counting on her fingers. "Then submissive and domination stuff as number two, those go hand in hand. And then in no specific order: ****, pregnancy, and harem dynamics."

Praise the lord for Marcy Wu, Rob thought, giving her a smile. Of course his wish would turn the nerdy, socially awkward girl into a massive terminally online pervert like himself.

"Well, Miss Wu, you will be happy to learn the truth behind all of this." Rob said, now back in control. "You see, Slut Class isn't just for women of your age. Every woman can benefit from my philosophies. I intend to use parent-teacher conferences to fully induct Mrs. Boonchuy and the other mothers into our way of thinking, and to help that, I'm helping the girls here realize another tenant of the slut life: **** is hot."

As if on cue, Anne mumbled thickly, "**** isn't wrong, **** is right..." repeating the messages being drilled into her brain by the VR goggles.

"**** is okay..." Luz droned.

"**** is hot..." Kim followed, a thin smile forming on her lips.

Marcy now had the biggest smile on her face, eyes sparkling with perverted joy, while Sasha had a subtle smirk form, clearly thinking of how she could take advantage of this situation.

"OMG, sir!" Marcy squeed. "That's so wonderful! And hot! And wonderful! You really are the best teacher ever."

"So you're gonna make Anne fuck her mom, huh?" Every word from Sasha's mouth dripped with lust and need. She licked her lips. "I hope that won't be an exclusive relationship."

"Not at all." Rob replied. "Like I said, when I'm done, Oum Boonchuy and all the rest will fully be inducted into the Slut Class lifestyle, just like you girls."

"Men like it when women have sex with each other..." Wednesday moaned in a low, almost inaudible, voice.

"Master likes it when women have sex with each other..." Violet chanted in a breathy voice.

"I want to have sex with women... I want to turn my Master on..." Amity finished the catechism for the three.

"Master loves ****..." came Luz, once more.

"I love Master..." muttered Kim.

"I love ****..." Anne recited dully.

Rob continued to listen to the chorus of moans and drones as the girls mindlessly repeated in brainwashing subliminals over and over again, transforming into perfect ****-whores for his harem. His cock began to harden, something that didn't escape the notice of Marcy and Sasha.

"Well, seeing as how you two girls are here now, and your friend will be here for a while longer..."

Back when he was a teenager, Rob would have killed to have a girl like Sasha Waybright. The blonde cheerleader, athletic and pretty and sexy, but he never would have the guts to approach a girl like that. Hell, without his wishes and powers, his thirtysomething self would have been intimidated to approach the teenage queen bee. But in this life, in this moment, Rob could boast to having a young woman half his age straddle his lap, lovingly kissing him, while her best friend knelt at his feet and dutifully worshipped his cock.

Sasha's bucked and writhed, rubbing her wet slit along the length of Rob's cock, her love juices mixing with his precum and Marcy's saliva as the geeky girl bobbed up and down. Rob sucked on Sasha's tits - perfectly sized for her body - and her small, pointed nipples, while his hands rubbed her toned abs and stomach. And all the while, the air was filled with the sound of the constant chanting of melodic, mesmeric mantras.

"I am a ****, I am happy to be a ****..."

"Being a **** makes me happy..."

"I want my mom to be happy..."

"I want my mom to be a ****..."

"I want to make Master happy..."

"Being his **** makes him happy..."

"Obeying his orders makes him happy..."

"Enslaving my mom makes him happy..."

"**** makes him happy..."

Eventually, Rob entered Sasha, bouncing her up and down on his cock, the blonde cursing and swearing and yowling in primal release, while Marcy found a new use for her mouth, rimming Sasha's asshole while she was being helplessly fucked. This only drove Sasha even wilder, the girl screaming at the top her lungs, while her pussy spasmed intensely around Rob's cock. Rob leaned back and enjoyed the ride, enjoyed the continuing droning all around him, eventually bringing himself to orgasm and cumming. And cumming and cumming. Just release wave after wave of seed into Sasha, causing her to shriek and tremble from the overwhelming heat, cum overflowing her innards and spilling freely, even as she was still speared upon his cock.

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Sasha and Marcy played for a while, the Asian as horny and wild as she was ebullient, Rob watching with one eye on them, and an another on his six **** sluts. "You know, ladies, keep it to yourself," Rob idly said to Sasha and Marcy, "but this whole sex **** thing... I'm taking all of your into my harem. No way am I passing up the opportunity to own all of you cuties..."

The two girls let out a rising tone, a moan of pure lust and joy, their high voices mixing in with the endless chorus of mindless mantras, until they became a single song of blissful obedience.

"I am sexy... mother's are sexy..."

"I am obedient... mother's are obedient..."

"Moms and daughters love each other..."

"Moms and daughters love their master..."

"I am a slut... I am a ****... I am an **** whore..."

"My mom is a slut... she is a ****... she is an **** whore..."

"We serve our master... we obey our master... we are his... we will do whatever he wants..." All six finished in unison, delirious smiles on their face, as they dreamed of **** and submission.

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"Hello, ladies, a pleasure to meet you all." Zatanna said, a flourishing, showman's greeting as she entered the class. She looked at Hermione and the other Hogwarts girls. "Good to see you four once more. And Raven... it does me well to know you're part of Master's Slut Class."

"Zatanna?" Raven started, staring. "Wait... are you...?"

"Rob's ****? But of course!"

Before the reunion could continue, Rob called for attention and order, addressing Hermione, Cho, Ginny, Luna, Raven, Amity, Luz, and Gwen (Tennyson) - all of his students with magical abilities.

"Miss Zatanna here, for those not in the know, is a world famous stage magician and magical superhero." Rob explained, as Zatanna took his rightful place on his lap, him sitting on his erotic throne. The eight girls stood before them, having cleared all of the desks and chairs aside after classes ended, like her had instructed. "She is also my ****. One of my slaves. One of the foremost of my slaves." He gently kissed the back of her hand, earning a girlish giggle from Zatanna. The eight seethed with jealousy and want. "And I've asked you here today to help her. You can refuse, of course, but helping her helps me, and helping me goes a long way in my consideration if you're worthy of joining my harem."

"We'll do anything for you, sir." Luz was the first to speak for the group, but they all did speak their mind, their affirmation for their loyalty to the man they lusted for.

"You can count on me, Zatanna." Raven ended up saying, the grey-skinned girl locking eyes with her magical superior, Zatanna returning the look and a nod.

"You are much more agreeable and friendly, Raven. It's good to see Master's classes have helped you so much." She noted, causing Raven to turn away and blush slightly.

"Okay ladies, please follow Zatanna's instructions here to the letter." Rob said, as Zatanna stood back up and got to work.

Standing in the centre of the cleared classroom floor, she used her magic to draw a great spell seal, etching the glowing symbol onto the floor: a great, eight-pointed star held in a series of concentric circles, with strange, arcane symbols scattered about. She then directed each of the girls to stand at one of the points of the star, all of them standing equidistant from each other, with Zatanna taking a spot at the exact middle of her perfect circle.

"Now, please stay perfectly still and silent while I conduct the ritual. It may seem intense, but I promise it won't hurt."

Zatanna then shut her eyes and began to speak in a language wholly unfamiliar to Rob or any mortal, period. Her voice became unnaturally deep and distorted, as power filled the room. It was a difference sensation than her logomancy, dark and heavy and swampy, like trying to move through thick mud. Shadows grew and the lights darkened. Not just the electric lights of the school, but the ambient sunlight from the outside, as Zatanna drained all nearby illumination into herself, a shadowy aura flaring around about her. Wind began to stir through the classroom, whirling around the circle, while Zatanna raised her left hand into the air.

The power exploded, as strands of energy erupted from the chests of the eight girls, arcing through the air before connecting to Zatanna's hand, looking as if she held eight leashes made of purple light. The strands thickened and brightened, as the girls looked about, frightened but trying their best to follow Zatanna's instructions. Then, much to their shock, they were levitated into the air, about a foot off the ground, as they felt something leave their body, travel up the strands, and into Zatanna. They felt no pain, as she promised, but they felt... pleasure failed to describe it. It was more than any orgasm they had felt, their entire body rumbling, being pulled in a dozen directions, as if it felt like a litre of Novocain had been directly injected into their brains.

Free of the realities of gravity, their arms and legs were thrown back in the throes of this impossible emotion, more and more of their essence being leeched by Zatanna. Rob watched it all happen with muted appeal, caring more about the results than the actual steps to achieve them. But even he had to admit, with her wind-tossed hair and glowing eyes, standing in the eye of that storm, Zatanna looked magnificent at that moment. Almost divine...

And then, as soon as it happened, it all ended. Light returned to the world. The girls were gently floated back to the ground, where they collapse into eight panting heaps. The magical tethers connecting them to Zatanna receded. Even the circle had burned away, leaving a large scorch mark to mar the floor. Rob hoped the school's janitors were up to the task of cleaning that...

But, now, with the ritual completed, all eight girls had a thin choker bound around their necks, a small purple gemstone set in the center, right at the hollow of their throat. And branded upon the back of Zatanna's left hand was an identical mark to the spell seal she had just conjured.

"W-wha... What happened...?" Hermione groaned, shuddering. The world was swimming around her. Zatanna stood triumphantly and bowed, having finished her performance.

"You and your magic are now connected to me and mine." She explained, holding up her marked left hand for all to see. "You still have your powers, ladies. But now, whenever Master needs me to cast a big spell, I can draw upon your powers to enhance it. To make sure his wishes become reality." The magician flashed a smirk to the schoolgirls. "And I'm sure you want nothing more than for Rob to be happy, don't you?"

"Y-yes... anything for teacher..." Raven gasped, giving a shaky nod.

"Good." Zatanna looked about the room, before turning to face Rob. "Now, the eight of you are my batteries, so I can do stuff like this.

"Retsam Bor nac etumsnart sehtolc, ekam-pu, dna seirossecca htiw a pans!"

The glyph on Zatanna's hand shone brightly, as did the jewels on the girls' chokers, all of them moaning slightly from the pleasure of having their magic drained. Rob's eyes snapped open in surprise, having not discussed a spell with Zatanna, when he was hit with the familiar thunderbolt of her power, his hands and fingers trembling and twitching, burning, as if he were holding a supernova star.

He stared at his hands for a moment, parsing Zatanna's backwards speech, before holding a hand level with Luz and snapping. In an instant, her slutty schoolgirl uniform was replaced with a bikini and cut-off jean shorts. A big, dumb smile passed on Rob's face as he realized the power he had at his finger tips, motioning to Raven and snapping, putting her in a cheerleader uniform.

He repeated the motion for all of the others girls, then back to Luz, then Raven, looping the girls and looping through whatever naughty outfits popped into his head. Nurse, maid, waitress, secretary, teacher stewardess, cop, bunnygirl, catgirl, cowgirl, cow girl, nun, witch, devil, bellydancer, Santa suit. Leather and lace and spandex and latex. Dominatrix gear and bondage gear. Sexy fantasy classes and sexy cosplay and sexy versions of the outfits they wore in their universes. The smile never left his face as he unleashed a hurricane of sexy clothing upon the girls.

When finished, Rob settled upon dressing them in identical stage magician outfits to the one Zatanna wore. He also noted that, regardless of what he changed them into, the choker remained on their person for every outfit change.

"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting this." Rob said to Zatanna, who had joined him back on the throne. The last time she had give him a superpower, it had left her exhausted to the point of requiring sleep. Now, she was barely effected, needing a few minutes to catch her breath and nothing more. "But this is... beyond amazing. I would say this will cut back on you and the other's wardrobe budget, but I think this will be more of a spur of the moment thing. What do you think, darling."

Zatanna's response was to cast another spell, waving her arm at the eight still recovering girls. "Eseht thgie sevals lliw evah rieht lacigam srewop yllaudarg worg revo emit!"

The spell hit them like a runaway truck, literally flooring all of them, as Rob felt the aftermath wash over him, once more staring in disbelief.

"I think that I'm going to bend and break every rule to make myself stronger." Zatanna said, her conviction shining through like the sun. She kissed Rob on the forehead, then again on the lips, resting her head against his chest. "I'll grow stronger and stronger, just for you my beloved, so that I may make your wildest dreams a reality. It may take me years, but I swear on my power to make it true."

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Urbosa roared and swung her weapon at Zarya, who deftly parried it with her shield. The Russian made for a counter, but Urbosa had already danced away to the far edges of the ring, daring her opponent to come near.

Like gladiators of old, the two women clashed, though the roar of the crowd was replaced by the cheers of one, Rob sitting atop an identical throne to the one in his classroom, as he cheered both women on, urging them to fight and prove their devotion. As the gladiators battled for the favour of their emperor, so did the slavegirls battle for their Master, with even greater fervour and zeal.

A circular fighting platform levitated above his pool in his backyard, Zatanna greeting it on a fleeting whim of Rob's leading to these impromptu gladiator games. Save for Zatanna and Izu, all of his harem participated in them, one massive battle royal between Zarya and Urbosa, and those who had already fallen: Tifa, Nami, Kamala, Cynthia, Brigitte, Chun-Li, Korri, and Shulkie. Zatanna had created the girls' equipment too - a round shield and a foam bat whose hits caused pleasure instead of pain - while Rob used his new powers to dress everyone in literal chainmail bikinis and loincloths. The rules of the contest were simple: you were eliminated if you orgasmed or if you fell into the pool, and last woman standing won. The prize? To join Rob and Zatanna for the evening. Dinner, dessert, drinks, and endless pleasure.

The ten women fought fiercely for a (mostly) private evening with their beloved Master. But only two remained, and the vanquished eight stood off to the side, heads hung in defeat and shame for most, or luridly watching the erotic action for the three bimbos.

Zatanna stood to Rob's right, officiating all the action, while Izu was on her hands and knees, giving her Master another splendid robotic vacuum blowjob, her head modules beeping and booping as she searching the internet simultaneously.

Zarya and Urbosa were evenly matched competitors, both freakishly strong, both trained warriors, and both insanely besotted and devoted to their Master. It was a game of inches, the initiative changing hands constantly. An errant blow caused Zarya to shiver with pleasure, almost dropping to her knees, and allowing Urbosa to bat her shield into the water. Zarya recovered and ripped Urbosa's shield away with her bare hands, before tackling the Gerudo to the ground and achieving a top mount. Then she shoved her bat pass the plump, painted lips of Urbosa, the redhead gagging and quavering as if she were sucking on a real cock.

It looked like Zarya's position was insurmountable, but Urbosa had one final gambit. She swung her legs up, wrapping them around Zarya's chest, shoulders, and neck. Then, twisting her entire body, Urbosa threw Zarya off of her, the Russian landing on her belly, with Urbosa straddled atop her back. She too shoved her orgasmic bat into a hole, but she chose the exposed pussy of her opponent.

It was over in seconds.

"We have a winner!" Zatanna declared, barely audible over the deafening roar of Zarya's orgasm. "Congratulations, Urbosa, you have won a night with me and the Master."

Wasting little time, Urbosa leaped from the platform to the base of the throne in a single mighty bound, falling to her hands and knees. "You honour me with the opportunity to prove myself, Master." She said, voice wavering and husky. Her nethers throbbed with need and release. She had almost lost there.

Rob beckoned Urbosa closer, before pulling his cock free of Izu's perfect mouth, splashing cum over the faces of both the devoted Gerudo warrior-**** and the emotionless sex-bot.

It took time for Zarya to recover and slump over to the join the row of losers on the edge of the pool, wearing her shame openly and gravely.

"Don't look down, Zarya." Rob soothed. Urbosa had now taken Izu's place sucking Rob's cock, desperately fingering herself as well. Izu knelt beside her, deathly still, modules still whirring incessantly. "All of you. You fought hard, but only one woman could win today. And you all did me proud in your effort. Feel no shame and know, you will all have your moment with me in the future."

Rob's words did much to soothe his slaves before Zatanna struck them down, saying, "And now, for the loser's punishment."

The nine stood up straight, some stiffening in fear, others looking at Rob expectantly. His punishments were always fun and sexy, after all...

With a snap of his fingers, Rob showcased his new powers, transfiguring the chainmail bikinis into... well, whore-wear would be the only technical term for these outfits. Something a literal, stereotypical prostitute would wear. All nine were in tight, revealing clothes, made of spandex, latex, lycra, and mesh. Ripped and open and allowing easy access to their tits and holes. Add to the equation garish, slutty make-up and tacky jewelry announcing to these people that they women would like them to "FUCK ME" or that these women were "CUM SLUTS" and "COCK WHORES".

"All of you lovely ladies will be pounding the pavement tonight." Rob explained, stroking Urbosa's luxurious red hair. "You'll sell yourselves cheap and to anyone, man or woman. And, Zatanna will be adding some incentive to you."

Zatanna uttered a spell, intense heat flaring out and washing over the nine streetwalkers. Immediately, that heat nestled inside their bodies, burning with unquenchable lust. A chorus of moans rained out, as they doubled over, clutching their privates or tits.

"That enchantment means you can't bring yourself to orgasm." Zatanna explained with a cruel smirk. "In fact, none of you can bring any of you to climax. In addition, you'll be compelled to have sex with strangers. It lasts until dawn, so get to work girls."

It was almost sundown as the wave of whores walked off into the heart of the city of Port Reyes, desperately searching for Johns and Janes to service, willing to sell their bodies for next to nothing, to debase themselves all throughout the sleepless night.

Finally, Izu's search came to conclusion, the robotic girl blinking and perking up. "Good news, Master." Izu said, oblivious or uncaring to the cum on her face. "I have located the woman known as Cersei Lannister. She is currently sequestered in a hotel in Washington DC, under the protection of the US government."

About time. Rob had been trying to track down Cersei and the other Westerosi women for sometime. But of course a monarch requesting sanctuary would be hard to find. However, he did not let his frustration show. "Wonderful, Izu-chan."

"In addition, the top candidate you desired for CEO of Slutter has agreed for an interview. Shall I schedule one?"

Now, that was interesting. Rob, as founder, was technically CEO, CFO, and President of Slutter, his social media website. But he had little to intention of managing the day-to-day of the site, even if he could just send a clone over to do the grunt work. To that end, Izu had been sending out feelers to any businesswoman that was also one of the fictional beauties he had conjured into reality. That way, Rob could have a loyal executive to run his operation, and another lovely **** for his harem.

And this "top candidate" presented many interesting opportunities.

"Yes, Izu-chan. Schedule one as soon as possible. Cersei can wait a little longer, still. This is our top priority now."

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A/N: Fun fact. When I originally conceived these intermission chapters between the Zatanna stuff and our next arc, I envisioned it as only being two chapters. Hell, I think I one point I thought I could cover it all in just one. I'm going to be aiming for shorter chapters over the next little while, just to change up the pace for the time being, however.