Harem Builder: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  Harem Builder

  The Complete Series

  By Sasha Scott

  Copyright © 2017 Sasha Scott

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.

  You can check out all of my other stories and keep up to date with all my new releases at my Amazon author’s page!

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  Contents

  Recruiting the Crush

  Recruiting the Brat

  Recruiting the Housewife

  Recruiting the Group

  Recruiting the Rival

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  Recruiting the Crush

  “Oh no, I’m going to be late!”

  Those were the words I cried as I ran down the street, as fast as my legs could carry me, my eyes flickering from the path ahead to the phone outstretched in my hand and back. Time was not on my side, if I didn’t hurry I wouldn’t make it.

  Once again I’d overslept and was now running late for work. Seeing as this was far from the first time it’d happened my boss was starting to lose his patience with me and had informed me the next time it happened would be my last; if I didn’t make it I was going to be fired!

  With my breathing heavy and my legs sore I continued to run like the wind, almost there. It was going to be tight but I could still make it, I could just save my--ah!

  Just as luck seemed to be edging onto my side it decided to put a hurdle in my path to prove that wasn’t the case. With my eyes locked onto my phone and the clock ticking away, I failed to notice the trio ahead of me and instead went running at full speed right into the man in the middle.

  The two women at either side screamed as I wiped out the third in their group, the two of us tumbling to the floor with a oomph. It was only when I picked myself up from the ground and saw the other man doing the same that I realized what I’d just done, causing the color to drain from my face.

  Unlike myself, who worked a low paying, unskilled, job, the well suited man slowly recovering looked like a bigshot. He could be a lawyer, a politician or some mafia bigwig for all I knew. Was I going to be in serious trouble?

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I yelled to the man apologetically.

  Really I didn’t have time to apologise with my job waiting for me just around the corner, but still I needed to do the decent thing and hope he showed me mercy.

  That man scowled back at me with angry eyes as one of his skimpily dressed companions helped him up to his feet.

  “Watch where the heck you’re going!” he shouted back as he dusted himself off and marched off with his ladies, obviously smoldering as he left.

  Luckily it seemed small fry like me weren’t important enough for a bigshot to deal with, but that was all still time I really couldn’t afford to waste. On top of that the collision had sent my phone flying. Time was of the essence but I couldn’t just lose it.

  Quickly scanning around I noticed the thing lying not too far away, thankfully still in one piece. At least that gave me one thing not to worry about but it didn’t fix my immediate dilemma, I was already late for work!

  Stuffing my phone into my pocket I quickly dashed the rest of the way to the shop, hoping that my boss would show me mercy.

  “He’s not here.”

  When my work colleague said those words to me I couldn’t completely comprehend them. After all my brain was still feeling oxygen starved.

  “H-huh?” I grunted back.

  “I said he’s not here,” she groaned back at me, “Did you forget? He’s out today with some clients.”

  Now that she reminded me I remembered. That was right our boss wasn’t at the shop today which meant that he wasn’t there to catch me being late, which meant I didn’t need to sprint down the street and bulldoze through anybody who got in my way. How embarrassing.

  Well actually there was one reason why it would have been better to get to work on time. After all she still knew I’d arrived late which meant I needed her to cover for me.

  “S-say Lindsey,” I panted, still catching my breath, “You aren’t going to tell the boss I came in late, a-are you?”

  Me and Lindsey didn’t have a bad relationship but I wouldn’t exactly say we had a good relationship either. Our relationship was pretty much just two people who happened to work together and nothing more than that.

  Personally I wouldn’t have minded if we got to know each other a bit better than that. After all while I was a very normal looking guy she was definitely a pretty thing.

  We were both about the same age, in our early twenties, but she certainly beat me in looks department. She had cute facial features, medium length brown hair which she always wore in a ponytail and big blue eyes. Her figure wasn’t bad either. She may not have been busty but she certainly wasn’t flat and her hips curved outwards to show off one delectably round bubble butt. I was fortunate to get to watch her all day.

  As I begged for my working life she hummed in thought, tapping her chin slightly as she weighed up my future.

  “I guess I can keep it a secret from the boss,” she told me, “If you do all the cleaning and stacking today.”

  This was what being on time would have saved me from. A day of doing the work of two while she lounged back and relaxed, knowing that she had enough blackmail material for eight hours of freedom.

  Naturally there was no way I could say no.

  “Fine,” I sighed, “Just for today anyway.”

  “Of course. Now chop-chop, those floors aren’t going to mop themselves.”

  Resigned to my fate I trudged into the backroom to get working. Every time I thought my luck was changing something new appeared to keep me down. It appeared that I was simply in for one seriously unlucky day.

  However at that time I simply just didn’t realize that I had an ace up my sleeve ready to be played. Or more precisely, in my pocket.

  The morning was killer. Doing the work of two people was an easy way to accumulate exhaustion. I wasn’t even aware a convenience store had so much work that needed doing but it turned out to have more than enough to keep me constantly moving up until my midday break.

  Fortunately for me, while Lindsey seemed more than happy to make me carry her workload she at least didn’t have issue with me taking my lunch break. After all she was taking advantage of my incompetence, she wasn’t a slave driver.

  Right in the middle of my working day I finally got to take a break from pushing my body to aching. It felt so good to get a chance to put my feet up. I really needed it.

  After a small break of simply indulging in a moment of relaxation I pulled my phone from my pocket to see if I’d been sent any messages. It was only at this moment that I realized something was wrong. This wasn’t my phone.

  It was undoubtedly the same make and model as my phone, it looked exactly like it, but it just wasn’t mine. The background was wrong, the apps were wrong; it was just wrong.

  For a moment I couldn’t imagine how I managed to end up with someone else's phone. Then my mind slowly remembered my rush to work.

  That was right. After crashing into that guy I dropped my phone and had to pick it up from the ground. I must have picked up the wrong phone by mistake which meant that this wasn’t my phone at all, worst case scenario it was probably his phone.

  I gulped as thoughts began to circle through my mind. What was I going to do? Would I have to find the man? Did he have my phone? Did he know who I was? Was he coming for me? What t
he heck was I going to do!?

  Taking a deep breath I composed myself. It was nothing to worry about, I just had to contact the guy and give him his phone back, then everything would be alright. He couldn’t argue with someone doing the right thing surely, I just had to find him.

  Needing contact information I began to venture through his phone.

  Unlike my phone, which was filled to the brim with apps for social media and more, this particular phone was actually pretty empty. Apart from the bare basics there was only one app downloaded and it was one with a very unusual name; Harem Builder.

  Harem Builder? What the heck was that? Was it some sort of perverted game or something? I had no idea but my curious side wanted to find out.

  Even though I was only supposed to be checking for contact info, I opened up the app to check out what it was. What appeared on the screen was the phone’s camera feature and a message.

  “Please photograph the woman you wish to add to your harem.”

  That didn’t really make things much clearer. Was this some kind of photo editing app or something? At the time there was no way for me to know but luckily a way to find out appeared.

  Just before I gave up on the app, Lindsey came into the backroom area through the door, looking for me.

  “Hey Freddie, did you put the kettle on? I could do with a hot one,” she asked me as I was busy browsing, her presence giving me an idea.

  “Sure thing! Help yourself.”

  She trundled on past me to the staff kitchen and returned a few moments later with a steaming hot drink in her hand.

  “You’re lucky you’re on break, or I’d be ordering these from you as… what are you doing with that?” she said, interrupting herself as she noticed me aiming the phone at her.

  Before giving an answer I snapped the photo button and got myself a shot of my work colleague with the app. With her picture on the screen a new message appeared.

  “Target confirmed,” the message read, “Adding to harem now.”

  The phone seemed to scan over the image of Lindsey before taking me to a new screen, one that was filled with all sorts of information about her, even stuff I didn’t know like her address and her birth date. Things were only getter stranger and stranger.

  Right at the bottom of the screen there was a large, colorful, button which was labeled as ‘IDLE MODE’. I wasn’t really sure what that meant until I noticed that Lindsey wasn’t moving.

  “Lindsey?” I called over to her but there was no answer. She stayed still like a statue, staring blankly off into the distance. Was it possible that idle meant her?

  Clicking onto the button the text suddenly changed to ‘SLAVE MODE’. At the same time Lindsey was filled with life again.

  A squeak popped from her lips as she regained her bearings, her eyes quickly darting around until she found me. Placing her cup to the side she approached and dropped down onto her knees, kneeling on the floor before me.

  “Hello master. Did you want something from me?”

  Now while I wasn’t completely certain what was going on, seeing as the situation was completely ridiculous and unbelievable, my mind did steer towards the truth. Somehow the app had hypnotised Lindsey and had transformed her into my slave.

  “Are you serious right now?” I asked her, just needing to make sure.

  “Of course master. Did I do something wrong?”

  Oh she hadn’t done a thing wrong, I was the one thinking something wrong. After all Lindsey was a hot girl who I had something of a closet crush on. It wasn’t the kind of thing a timid guy like me would ever admit to her but seeing as she’d suddenly turned so obedient I was suddenly getting ideas in my head.

  “Your shirt,” I said to her softly.

  “My shirt?”

  “Your shirt. Lift it up for me. Show me your chest.”

  A part of me tried to justify this command as a test. This would prove it was all a hoax, after all she would never take a joke this far and flash me her bra. This totally had nothing to do with me wanting to see her tits, I just wanted to catch her out.

  However I tried to make myself feel less scandalous it didn’t matter because Lindsey followed my command and hiked her shirt upwards, flashing her underwear beneath, showing me a sight that sent all the blood rushing to my heads. She actually did it, I couldn’t believe it!

  Her obeying me once encouraged me to order again, and it encouraged me to go even further.

  “T-the bra,” I muttered out, “Take it off.”

  “Yes master,” she replied obediently as she reached behind herself and unhooked the fabric which was hugging her bosom tightly, stripping her undergarment away to expose her bare breasts and puffy, pink, nipples.

  My pants were starting to feel dangerously tight as my excitement levels rose and the manly muscle which signified excitement rose with it. I was actually seeing Lindsey’s breasts in the flesh, it was unbelievable!

  “C-can I touch them?” I asked in a fevered joy, unable to believe my sudden luck.

  “Of course you can master. You can do anything you want with me.”

  There was none of her usual snark in her voice. She sounded just as she behaved. Gentle, docile and completely obedient; I couldn’t resist.

  I basically threw myself at her, lunging into her chest which I began to knead and squeeze with my eager hands as my head buried inwards, motorboating into her cleavage in bubbling bliss. It was my first experience with female flesh and one I would never forget.

  My fingers explored over the hills of bosom, my tongue went venturing up to taste her nipples and my nose inhaled her intoxicating feminine scent; I was in breast heaven.

  As I molested her, Lindsey moaned out softly, allowing me to feast as much as my heart desired. However the more I indulged the more I longed to savor other parts of her body.

  In a normal situation there was no way I’d have pushed my luck but I felt the power of the hypnosis app behind me, the power of the Harem Builder. It motivated me to seek more.

  With a wet slurp I dragged my lips away from her stiff nipples and panted deeply, looking at her body with a hungry expression.

  “The pants,” I grunted at her, “Your pants, lose them too. Lose everything.”

  She gave a soft nod and got to work, first stripping her shirt off completely before her hands sunk down and slipped into the waistline of her pants, and even into her panties below. With them both hooked together, when she began to wiggle her hips, the thing being left below was nothing but bare flesh. With a shake of her round behind she stripped all the way down to her birthday suit.

  Once she was completely naked she twirled around and gave me a full tour of her beautiful body; her perky breasts and her apple shaped ass.

  “Did I do good master?” she asked me as I was left completely speechless. I had no idea what to say to her.

  With my heart pounding in my chest and my manhood throbbing in my pants, I finally came to a decision on my next move. If I’d gotten her to go this far then surely I could make her go even further.

  “Amazing, but next I want you to come over here and… suck my dick.”

  “Right away master,” she responded obediently as she skipped over and got between my legs as I rose up to sit back in place again.

  Her fingers rubbed over my tight pants as she hunted for my bulge, stroking the outline with her hands as she slowly unzipped my fly and fished out the hard cock which was waiting within, my erect shaft slipping free.

  Once I was exposed she wasted little time in acting, opening her mouth wide and wrapping those soft lips of hers around the head of my tense manhood.

  I threw my head back and grunted in pleasure as my girth was squeezed in the embrace of her lips and warmed within the confines of her hot, wet, mouth. At first she was just resting there but very quickly she began to lightly bob her head up and down, giving me a blowjob which I’d resigned to only ever being a fantasy.

  “So good, so good,” I panted hotly as pleasure coursed thr
ough my veins, her insides the cause. She was driving me completely wild, I wasn’t sure if I could hold on much longer.

  While I was busy enjoying the feeling of her hot mouth, I didn’t really have a good track of where my hands were venturing. All my concentrating was on my cock and her mouth which was why I didn’t notice my fingers starting to tap against the phone which had made all this happen.

  That was how I accidentally pressed the ‘SLAVE’ button and changed modes again, this time turning to ‘SLUT’ mode.

  As soon as the app’s setting changed, she changed. Suddenly her slow, caring, blowjob became a fast and furious self face fuck, Lindsey drooling plentifully as she bobbed her head quickly, her lips slapping to my crotch as my cock penetrated into her throat.