Avery turn

Avery had been seething with irritation at the show's little performance. Her emperor was being made a mockery of; he was the rightful ruler of everything in this world. He did not perform; he was performed for. Of course, such a retarded inbred showgirl could not understand this most basic of things. She thought she could do nothing to end this tragedy, as it amused her emperor, and it was not her place to suggest he find amusement elsewhere.

Luckily the whore had gone too far and passed out. So now it was her turn to show how an emperor was pleased and worshiped. She approached, appearing on her knees before him, prostrating herself before him. "My emperor, if you desire, I can continue to amuse you as the other did. Though with far more respect." Avery said her every word filled with submission, though with an undertone of eager lust.

Condiment Wizard, shocked at her sudden appearance, took a moment to respond, but once he understood what she said to him, he simply nodded with a curious and eager look on his face. As he was rather eager to see how Avery would try to top Zatanna's little slut show. Avery, now having been given permission, acted quickly, and the Condiment Wizard found himself picked up and moved at super speeds.

He wasn't the only one, and he found himself after Avery moved rapidly on top of a pile. The redheaded pale woman who had been watching the earlier show with a lot of lustful eagerness was now beneath him, firming a pile of lew flesh. He recalled being in the same situation earlier. So he wasn't supposed to find the women, but he was reacting rather lewdly to him being on top of them. Soon they were all moving as one large orgy throne.

Delicately, hands caressed all over his body. Those parts not being touched with hands were being squeezed with ass and tits. The only other sensation he felt was that of a dozen different tongues working up and down his cock. It was a roller coaster of no stop sensation. It wasn't helped that as the woman below him pleasured him, they let out moans of pleasure, getting aroused at touching and serving him as they now did.

In the change between standing on a stage and being put upon a throne of carnal flesh Condiment Wizard had completely lost track of Avery. Who made herself known to him once more by whispering into his ear. "You see, my emperor, this is what you deserve: a throne of eager servants, all willing to do whatever pleases you at any moment." Avery said this while kissing his neck. This left a trail of kisses all around his neck, one of the tamer things being done to Condiment Wizard at the moment.

"The earlier slut made you an attraction, something to be looked at. That it is not supposed to be; you look down upon us for it. It is your right to do so. "As much as we can be to you, my empower!" Avery said with fierce confidence, making her views on how he should be treated very clear. Condiment Wizard was very surprised, as this did imply that he should act more above everything than he probably had.

Though considering how obedient Avery was along with how eager she worshiped him, he doubted that had been intended. This line of thought made him think on how he had been acting. He had been going with the flow, probably more than he should have. Though at the moment he was supposed to be working with and learning from Klarion. Who he hadn't seen a while. Before he could think more on it, he found himself distracted.

As the girls around him have noticed, his attention is turning to other things. They saw this as a quiet critic of their efforts and so redoubled them to prove they could please their master and creator. So Condiment Wizard found himself being pleasured far more intensely than he had a moment ago. It quickly became too much for him, and he came from the overwhelming pleasure.

The girls below and around him cheered in victory and moaned in pleasure as many of them got cummed on. They quickly began eating and living the life of each other, further adding to the debauchery on display. Avery, still kissing her emperor, gained a happy smile at her emperor cumming from the pleasure she had provided him. She was the true greater servant, not that filthy witch.

In the bowls of Overmachine's mountain spaceship lair lay unconscious Yasemin and Battleaxe, with Kenan and Deilan both staring down at their opponents, taking a moment to be sure of their victory. Once they were sure neither woman was faking it, they moved on quickly, as their task needed to be done soon before someone noticed. The guards for the prison were down, and they sent reinforcements.

They acted quickly, Kenan using his X-ray vision to double-check all the captives, and Deilan would give first aid to the more injured. Kenan tried to wake up Dragonson, but he and the other prisoners had clearly been given something to keep them under. So Kenan moved fast, grabbing the most healthy and carrying them to the freshly dug tunnel that was their escape route.

Kenan spotted Biaxi who was still at work creating traps to better secure their escape as well as monitoring the nearby area. Kenan gave him a nod of thanks, which Biaxi quickly nodded back, relief clear in him as he relaxed slightly. As he had no doubt been concerned about the fight with the guards that had just ended a few minutes ago.

Kenan moved the first batch of injured toward the entrance of the tunnel, not outside. While it was good to get them out of the mountain, it was still a snow wonderland, and the prisoners would no doubt get frostbite in their unconscious state of being left outside. So in the tunnel they stayed until they could all be safely taken back to China. The first batch delivered, and Kenan quickly went back for more.

This trip was repeated again and again. Eventually Delian had done all she could, though she stayed where she was to protect those unconscious in their cell. As any guards sent me to try to move them to a different location while they were transporting others. Not to mention they might retaliate for the defeat of the first guards by attacking the unconscious prisoners.

Biaxi eventually finished setting up every trap he could as well as a sensor net to give them warning. Now done with that, he went to monitor and defend those unconscious prisoners in the tunnel. After dozens of tense trips, Kenan feared they would be discovered by a passing patrol; they were able to, in the end, get everyone. Deilan helped Kenan get the last few prisoners, shortening the number of trips.

Once all three were safely with the prisoners on the other side of the tunnel, they collapsed the entrance into the base. This would hopefully slow down or even prevent pursuit. That done, the three girls went back to commutation with Dr. Omen to get a pickup for the prisoners. Unbeknownst to them, they were being watched by someone using external sensors.

Overmachine watched the three heroes as they planned how they would get everyone out. He did so with a small sadistic smile. A few around him looked at him with looks ranging from puzzled to angry. Which was understandable, as he had let them get away without much fuss, and the prisoners they had could have been useful to their benefactor. Overmachine decided he better explain less; they become rather annoying about it.

"Our benefactor power is great, and they will do their duty in making sure all of China knows it." Overmachine said to the surprise of others because as far as they had known, those that escaped were still loyal pawns of China, one and all. Though if the case was that they had been turned into a Trojan horse of some sort, then that changed things rather greatly.

Why complain or make a fuss about loading a few dozen prisoners when they would make sure all of China belonged to the rightful ruler? Sadistic smiles spread among the minions as they all eagerly awaited the day that all of China would kneel before the Condiment Wizard. Though at that point he would no doubt be the Condiment emperor. A happy ambition for all that stood there eager to serve.