A fourth of course

The Condiment wizard thought on it for a while but realized the truth: he would have to get a fourth condiment. No, he didn't have to; he needed to fit in as the Condiment wizard, and as such, he should have had enough magic condiments to make a book with. For he could have no less, as he was Gotham's greatest wizard.

Though how to get such material in Arkham. He was told of his increased influence, but on the other hand, others were bound to notice mass shipments of condiments for him to work with. His thoughts turned around and around in his head as he thought on the issue. Then it occurred to him he was being a moron. As he only needed to have condiments shipped to Arkham because he could not use his magic to make the condiments.

Which was no longer necessary, as he simply could have his loyal minions among the Arkham staff create an area in Arkham for him to practice and experiment with his condiment magic. He sat there desperately holding in his need to call out and ask his minions to give him such an area immediately. As he could not top of time the Gotham police how much control he had over Arkham.

It took a while, but eventually Cheryl came over to where he had his fellow prisoners. "Alright, it's time for a checkup." Cheryl said and grabbed him as the other guards grabbed others. It was clear they were getting a once-over to make sure we hadn't been hurt by the fishman army. Though the small and quick smile Cheryl gave him informed him it was going to be a different situation for him.

He was pulled into an area separate from the others; a special tent out to the side waiting for him was Nora, Mrs. Young, and Mahreen. Cheryl, after being him into the tent, left and took a position outside to watch for those who were being nosey about what was going on inside. Condiment looked at them, Nora in her prison freeze suit. Mrs. Young and Mahreen were in their typical uniforms of a lab coat, jeans, and red-colored tops.

The moment he was in sight, all three led him to a chair clearly reserved for him, and once he was seated, they all kneeled before him. The Condiment wizard, thinking for a moment, figured out what should be said in this situation. "Report to my minions how far does my power reach in Arkham?" The Condiment wizard asked, figuring it was time for a progress report.

"The psychiatrists of Arkham are all yours." Mrs. Young reported, and Mahreen reported the same with the nurses. Though they both admitted getting all the guards was taking time, the fact they were mostly male and so weren't as easy to trick with the usual hair dye trick. Nora herself had nothing to contribute, as she had no real way to spread her freezing ketchup to other prisoners.

So hearing the report, Condiment Wizard had to decide what to do next. It was clear Nora had failed, but in the end she was more his enforcer than anything else, and he hadn't really given her anything to fight. While Mrs. Young and Mahreen had done very well in serving him. So one should be given a punishment just for the whole evil. Punishes failure whether deserved or not. While the other two needed rewards.

Thinking on it, he came up with a simple situation. He got up from his chair and walked towards the kneeling Nora. "Nora, you have failed, and so I shall **** you to be useful." He said with confidence and had Nora be his chair. As he was sitting on Nora's back, he waved the other two over. "You shall be allowed to pleasure me as a reward." Condiment wizard said, trying to sound as arrogant as possible.

The two women immediately descended upon his pants, quickly pulling his cock out and proceeding to love it. They locked and kissed up and down his cock, leaving a trail of lipstick and saliva on his cock. "We live to serve, master." Mrs. Young said, her voice dripping lust and submission.

"We were always meant to be nothing more than cock holsters for you, master." Mahreen said as she rubbed his cock on her face. The double teaming and dirty talk soon proved too much. For the still tired condiment master, he came, covering the two eager Arkum whores in his cum. The two squealed in lustful joy as they held still to be covered in his cum. Once it was done, they kicked the cum out of each other.

His cock was then quickly put away, though not before both girls gave it a loving kiss goodbye. He decided to give a little reward to Nora for giving such a good chair. So he slapped her ass, hoping she was into that kind of thing. Her shudder and moan of delight told him she was. He looked both women in the eye before speaking again.

"I require a place to expand my magic and grow to ever greater heights." The Condiment wizard said, giving both girls a clear order. So all three responded with a "Yes, master," and he left to be taken back to his cell by Cheryl. So he would wait there for news of his new lair of power. He was shaking with excitement at what they would be able to get him at a place as dark and old as Arkham Asylum.