A while.

After effectively consuming a car's weight in food, and a fair amount of sight-seeing, you return to the Prime Minister's Office. Twelve hours later.

The men you left are going as strong as ever, with Nika enthusiastically, and fervently, pleasuring as many of them as she can at the same time, while Djal looks on incredibly bored. "Oh you're back," he yawns, "took you long enough. They've broken her already."

"Yeah? When?" you ask, snapping your fingers and sending the men to stand by the wall again.

"About ten minutes after you left," he replies, quite offhandedly. "She started begging for them to stop and go find you, but you didn't tell us where you went. We figured you'd be back eventually though, so..." he just shrugs. You stare at him with the most deadpan expression for a long time, before letting out a great sigh of disappointment.

You have got to stop trusting him.

Moving very slowly, you stand over the sweat, spit, and fem-cum covered Prime Minister, who is now kneeling on her coffee table, panting heavily and looking both lost and confused, while also looking desperately hungry at her countrymen. When her eyes finally find you, she immediately scrabbles for your zipper. You have to physically fight her off before a couple of men pull her off you. "That is unbecoming of you, Prime Minister," you grunt, fixing your clothes. She doesn't answer. Her mouth is too full of cock to. Clicking your tongue, you have them take hold her of her head and make her face you. "Nika, I need you to focus," you quip, trying to get her attention off the cocks beside her and onto you.

Eventually, she manages to look straight ahead at you. The spark of will in her eyes is long gone, replaced by something else. Survival perhaps? "The guys have made you a little cock drunk, haven't they? They've made you cum so many times that you've just about lost your fucking mind, right? That's why you're trying so hard to make them cum? To end this?"

Her voice is gone, spit dribbling off her lolling tongue. You don't think she'll be able to close her mouth ever again. With an exhausted wheeze, she nods. You look at her, in a mix of pity, sadness and guilt, that you had to reduce her to this, and lower your voice to a whisper. "You know there's only one way this can stop, Nika."