Flawlessly

The HUNK test was the final step in the Female Reintigration Program. A women who had undergone your training course was shown an extremely handsome, incredibly well-endowed man. To guarantee the validity of the test, the HUNK giving the test was paid a bonus for every time he caused a woman to relapse, encouraging them not to go easy on the ladies taking the test. If a woman proved she could withstand even the most inense seduction then according to the government, she was ready to fully return to society.

Each man stepped up to the mic and did very, very well trying to seduce Laura. One prim and proper woman in the audience tried to climb over three rows of seats in front of her to fuck the man who did an incredibly erotic dance number. Several staff members took the woman to the stage and you were blown by both her and Poloma at once.

But Laura remained steadfast and didn't even budge. The only reason ahe would turn into a feral sex fiend was if and when you ordered her to, which you did every night. Oh it was difficult for her, for sure, you could tell by the way she was sweating and the scent of her weeping pussy. But she didn't relapse.

You weren't worried about her in the slightest. She could pass the five-on-one enhanced HUNK test designed for women who had existing sex addictions before the Plantary Alignment. Several minutes, all five of the disappointed men were exhausted and you congratulated them on their efforts, shaking their hands even as you banged two women at once.

You gave some closing remarks and concluded the seminar to thunderous applause. The you went back stage with your two new women and your wife Laura.

"Nicely done," you congratulated Laura, "You did even better than last time."

"Thanks honey," Laura said giving you a kiss.

"I already know your name, Poloma," you said, "And who are you, beautiful?"

"Rachel," said woman who was beet red with embarassment. She had a failed a HUNK test that wasn't even being given to her in front of a crowd of people. This was surely the most humiliating experience she'd had in years.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," you said, "You're a woman and you can't help yourself. However, you two are going back to reintigration training, and I'll be handling it personally. That means we are going to get very well acquainted."

Rachel's mood perked up immediately, knowing exactly the meaning behind the innuendo. Like every woman, she needed to be fucked more than anything in tbe world. At that moment your personal assistant, Cara, a cute and very busty blonde girl in her mid-twenties, ran up and kneeled at your feet in submission and respect. Then she politely fondled your crotch with soft, deft fingers. She was trained very well.

Your conditioning not only gave women back their higher mental capability, but also made them more submissive and less independent than before the planetary alignment. In the post alignment world, women weren't capable of decisionmaking for themselves beyond "will I get laid and how soon." So reintigration meant being available for men at all times, fulfilling womens' animalistic sexual tendencies. Everyone approved of the new dynamic.

"Master, your limo is waiting at the entrance," your secretary said, "May I PLEASE have my ration of your cum now?"

"Wait until we get to the car," you said, "Rachel, Poloma, follow me."

After leaving backstage, your walk to the limo was followed every step of the way by reporters.

"Sources say the latest count in your harem was only five-hundred girls. Is that an underestimation?"

"What about the rumors that you're personally seeing to the training of the Saudi princess?"

"When will you confront the pack of feral sorority sluts in the wilds of Michigan?"

"Will you shove your cock in my mouth and fuck my face on live television?"

"Please pass all questions to my PR team," you said, impatient to get in the limo and back home to your wives, girlfriends, and fuck toys.