Briefing, and a massage

You make sure to keep updated on the S.P.E.R.M. vs Humanity 2.0 front. The government seems to have launched a major operation, prosecuting all powered mutants not registered with their organisation, no matter how great or little of a threat they pose. Humanity 2.0 is routed - for now. You're having a massage whilst IQ fills you in on the situation.

"Their defeat at the battle of S.P.E.R.M. has routed Humanity 2.0, and they no longer prefer a direct confrontation," explains Asami. Five identical Gemini, wearing silky Arabian lingerie, rub your nude body down with scented oils. {if@ Images==true}

{endif}While they work, the Japanese girl kneels between your legs, gently fondling your balls{if Futa==true} and stroking your pussy{endif} as she briefs you, her usually-steady voice filled with barely-suppressed arousal. "Girl 2.0 is employing a two-pronged strategy; the first, a direct recruitment campaign, targeting mutants with notable powers who haven't declared their allegiance. The second, ambush attacks on heroes. A single villain, such as Recoil, will attack a minor facility, drawing out one or two heroes who are then ambushed and taken down. These ambushes are carefully calculated, both in location, scale, and threat, to extract exactly the individual target they seek." You relax, enjoying the massage, and wait for IQ to continue. When she doesn't, you glance down at her to see her eyes locked on the erect column of meat in front of her, drool slipping from her open mouth, her intelligence dwarfed by the lust you've granted her. One of the Haileys slowly massages your cock, slathering it in lubricating oil, and Asami's gaze follows her hands up and down, mesmerised.

"Asami." You prompt her.

"S-sorry {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," she whines. You see one of your masseuses smile under her thin veil. "Humanity 2.0 haven't taken out any of the big heroes yet, choosing local targets. I would describe Ultragirl as power level 10, Girl 2.0 as level 8, and the heroes who have been ambushed as level 4, maximum. The threat these terrorists pose to the government is ever-increasing, however, and the political pressure on S.P.E.R.M. to track down and arrest rogue mutants is also ever-increasing."

You sigh as the Hailey on your left finds a tight spot on your shoulder, her soft hands rubbing at the powerful muscle, relieving an ache that's resulted from the last 24 hours you spent non-stop fucking your slaves.

"The most notable success for S.P.E.R.M. has been their recent defeat of Steamroller, the 20-foot mutant with strength and durability to match. After an investigation by MI5, a sting operation by Ultragirl and Hurricane successfully subdued him. He is now being held in a prison facility custom-built to house powerful mutants."

"I get it." You groan as two of your masseuses start to work on your {if Futa==true}beautiful {endif}feet. "They're fighting an ambush war, picking each other off one by one. You can move on, Asami."

"Yes master. Sorry {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," she grovels. "The reason I report this is to provide context to the intel I have received from Echo that HMRC has placed Glymann & Co under preliminary investigation for irregularities in their tax reports."

That gets your attention. "The weapons company that I used to outfit this mansion with defences?"

The Japanese girl nods. "Yes, master. My analysis of S.P.E.R.M.'s tactics in other operations indicate a 60% chance this is their first step in locating and neutralising an enemy actor. I recommend scorched earth."

"Missfire?" you ask. "I suppose she's been getting a bit stir crazy. Go on then, let her light it up." Whilst you have mostly tamed your newest **** - her real name is Valerie - the redhead still retains some of her pre-existing pyromaniac tendencies. At least your reprogramming has reduced the thermal strength of her instinctual flare-ups, so she can have sex without burning the whole building down. She has proved to be a zealous, insatiable lover, and energetic servant.

"I recommend deploying Black Swan and the Contortionist as backup," adds Asami. "With my {if Futa==true}mistress's{else}master's{endif} permission."

"Yes, yes. You have it." You wave your genius **** away to deal with your affairs, and sink back in the bed to watch the sunset as your five identical slaves continue their reverent massage.