When Eric came to collect Bobby, he was greeted by the twins. First things first; he fucked them both, leaving them drilled, thrilled, and fulfilled. Then he went to the basement to release Bobby. He used his power to diminish her tongue to normal proportions, but left pretty much all of her other changes in place. Especially the Fuckin' Cum Slut instruction stayed in firmly effect because he had inserted that during a fit of orgasm and had burned this change into her much deeper that he normally would have. He didn't consciously intend for it to happen, and was unaware he had done this to her. This left her permanently addicted to cum. Since he was the only man she felt attraction to, she was in fact addicted to HIS cum. She would always derive extraordinary pleasure form any sensual contact from him, and of course enjoyed taking his cock into her, but the best part, her reason for living, remained being a receiver for his seed. She insisted the he provide her with a good dicking before they left the basement.
Bobby needed a dress to wear. Eric wanted this dress to be her unspoken symbol of when she was on duty as her driver and bodyguard. They went up to her bedroom to review her new wardrobe. The twins tagged along for the show. Eric and the Marias lounged on Bobby's bed while she began modeling her red-themed clothes. His favorite ended up being this stretch knit number that started as a frilly turtle neck, covered her tits in the front (barely), and was sleeveless and completely backless, ending in a short pleated skirt that scooped so low in the back that the upper third of her butt crack was on display. Nothing was left to the imagination, including the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear. To keep it pulled tight over her tits and to keep it from riding up her ass, it had a narrow hidden panel between the legs with a snap crotch for quick access. Colored a bright candy apple color, the front was thin enough to show off her enlarged nipples and their rings. He told her she would secure a dozen copies of this same dress so she could always wear a clean one. He liked the thigh boots, but the stiletto heels seemed impractical for a bodyguard. So for her uniform he picked a pair of open toe pumps with a low square heel. He had her grab a little red purse with a long thin shoulder strap. It was big enough for her id and a few cards and a smallish dildo. He had her put on some red lipstick, and had the twins repaint her nails. They french-braided her hair into a tight rope, and then Bobby and Eric left. The only thing they took with them was the red thigh boots. The twins stayed to complete their work and to make sure Elaine stayed sexually consumed.
Eric had Bobby drive, it was now her duty. They went first to a car dealer where they ordered a new limousine, one with all the bells and whistles, big enough to accommodate a five or six person orgy in the back. Then they went to a business that specialized in training security forces. Bobby was enrolled in a course to help her become Eric's impenetrable shield. She already had loads of martial arts experience. Now she would learn about firearms, driving techniques, threat identification, and risk avoidance. The business representative rather snickered at Bobby's attire, but he could see in her rippling muscles and her cat-like movements that she was not to be taken lightly. When she told him she held three black belts, one in judo, the others in combat karate styles, he nodded his approval. Eric gave the fellow Lia's cell phone number to finish the arrangements and schedule Bobby's training.
After that they drove to Eric's mansion. Bobby automatically memorized the location and all the side streets on the route. With her new hyper-awareness it took no extra attention to do it. Inside the front gate she surveyed the grounds picking out weak spots in the perimeter and identifying hiding places. Again, it all happened in background processing. When they entered the house, she felt her whole consciousness shift, her guard relax.
Eric had her slip out of her dress and hang it in a hall closet. He told her to pull on the boots. This was to be her other uniform. Whenever she was off duty, she was to be wearing these boots and nothing else. Eric stepped out his clothes and left them in a pile for someone else to deal with.
A group of beautiful women had gathered around, all of them either naked or clothed in something sexy. Three of them clustered around Eric, clinging to him like glue, pressing their warm yielding bodies to his. At his right was a freckled redhead whose fiery curls cascaded past her ass half way down to her knees. She nibbled on his ear and whispered things Bobby couldn't hear, but she was pretty sure it was some seriously nasty shit.
On his other side was a stunning blond with sapphire eyes. She squirmed against him rubbing her tits against his chest and ribs. She carried a vapid sex kitten aura about her. Dumb as a post, it was easy to humor her pointless babbling because not only was she deliciously fetching eye candy, but she was also riotously fun to fuck. She had one hand on his waist pulling their hips together. She humped at him, trying her best to leave a snail trail on his leg. Her other hand reached across to fondle Freckle's tit, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb.
The third attending slut got on all fours and worshiped Eric. She was a bony bitch with jet black skin and a generous butt. Her hair was braided and beaded in tight neat rows. She had a broad smile with large white teeth. Her bright pink pussy lips were permanently swollen(courtasy of Eric's powerband), filling the space between her thighs. She was rubbing her face against his erection, nuzzling her nose in his pubic hair. She stuck out her tongue and scooped both balls into her mouth, sucking gently on them. She could smell and taste the juices of several women on his crotch (Bobby and the twins.) She smiled inwardly, knowing that in a few minutes, she would be adding her own strong stench to the mix.
It was obvious these three were deliriously horny for him. Bobby also felt that tug of horniness, that unmistakable hunger for his cock, but not even a tiny shred of jealousy. Like all the other harem girls, that emotion had been erased from her psyche. Instead she smiled, remembering how wonderful it had felt to have him thrust his cock into her only a couple of hours ago. Bobby didn't know these girls names, but she knew they were slaves, just like her, and it made her happy to know her fellow slaves would soon enjoy that warm freshly-fucked glow. Bobby was part of Eric's harem now, she was a simple possession. Bobby knew she would experience boundless pleasure, including the occasional joy of getting fucked by Eric, but that her own fulfillment was a happy byproduct of Eric's gratification.
Eric introduced Bobby by name, and explained to the others her place in the community. Eric instructed a very tall blond named Janice to make the proper introductions. He left for someplace private with his three horny slaves in tow. Bobby made note of which three slaves were in his personal attendance so that later she might have a chance to lick them, hoping to recover a small taste of Eric's cum. This insidious addiction he had inserted into her personality would stay with her from now on. She found she would always track who Eric was fucking so she could rendezvous with the lucky slut later. So controlling was her dependency that she sometimes would ambush a freshly fucked slave and use her strength advantage to hold a girl down and lick her without warning or foreplay. The other harem girls soon got used to this treatment and started to expect it as an extra benefit of fucking Eric. As if receiving his glorious cock wasn't enough pleasure, each knew that Bobby would be irresistibly drawn to her pussy afterwards (or asshole, as the case may be). A girl only needed to lie back and spread her legs, and Bobby was right there, lapping away eagerly. Several clever girls got such a kick out of seeing Bobby helplessly act out her compulsion that they would trick her, lying about fucking Eric, getting a freebie. If Bobby knew she was being punked, she never let on because her addiction ran right to the core.
Janice opened her white silk robe and pulled Bobby to her bosom. Even standing five inches taller in her ridiculous high heeled boots, Bobby's face got lost in Janice's marvelous breasts. Bobby felt a blanket of contentment wash over her, a knowledge that fear, doubt, or rejection were vague images of the past. Janice dragged Bobby off to the living room where a comfortable padded platform occupied the middle, more than twice as big as a king size bed, and littered with pillows, discarded lingerie, and sex toys. Most of the remaining harem joined them, while several wandered back to some assigned task. Her integration was complete and she did her best to bring pleasure to every other slave in greater measure to the pleasure given to her. She memorized every detail of each slave's beauty along with her name. Yet, somewhere buried in the deepest recesses of her mind, active yet hidden from view, content to wait her turn, Roberta wondered if this house had a basement.