Dealing with disobedience

You shove your tongue deep down Rachel's throat and she moans loudly into your mouth, pulling herself closer onto you, so your relaxed left arm is pressed deep into her cleavage. As the blue-eyed girl passionately snogs you back, you enjoy the stimulation of the girl on your right: the Contortionist fondles your balls and cock with impossibly soft, delicate hands, whilst pressing mindless kisses onto your {if Futa==true}breasts{else}chest{endif}. Having these two knockouts pressing themselves onto each side of your body certainly makes the limousine ride home more entertaining. You're still revelling in the cruel pleasure of hearing Foxgloves demean and **** her superheroine friend; and then, their oblivious return to normality once they left your vicinity, as your unknowing trojan horses. So you're happy to relax and enjoy your slaves' attention.

The journey flashes past, and before you know it you're stepping out in front of your mansion, leaving your two escorts slumped in a happy haze in the limo. Amy, Emma and Esmée are lined up and waiting for you outside the entrance. Amy's wearing a blue summer dress, with a deep V-neck providing easy access to her perky tits, and a high hemline that bears 90% of her nude porcelain legs. Emma's outfit is simpler, but no less sexy: her brunette curls fall onto a white long-sleeved shirt that's about a size too small for her. The buttons down her chest look ready to burst, two globes visibly straining to break free. Like Amy, she wears nothing on her legs but a pair of skinny black panties. Esmée wears her slutty maid outfit, her breasts entirely visible through the paper-thin black-and-white fabric that is stretched across her body.

"Welcome back {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}," they chorus, giggling happily, but you frown.

"Where's Lauren? And Asami?"

Amy's brilliant smile falters. "I - I'm sorry {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}. I told them you were almost back, but it was like they couldn't hear me. I have failed you, {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}."

You cup her beautiful face in your hand, and lift her chin until your eyes meet. "You have been a perfect servant to me, **** Amy. I suspect the blame for this lies with Lauren. Cum, for being a good ****."

The redhead instantly shudders, whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips, as her body is wracked by a spontaneous orgasm. "Thank you... {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}..." she gets out between gasps, and you smile at her lovingly.

As soon as you cross the threshold, you can hear feminine moans echoing throughout the building. You follow them to their source, where you find Lauren atop Asami in a sixty-nine, both obliviously tonguing and fingering the other. Lauren greedily laps at the recently-virgin pussy in front of her, feeling herself up all the while. The Japanese girl underneath writhes in orgasm every ten seconds or so, drool dripping down her pale cheeks and onto the damp bedsheets - it's amazing she has the capability to even think about finger-fucking the girl above her.

"Bimbo-slut-****."

Lauren immediately raises her head, her eyes widening delightedly as she sees you have returned. "{if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}!" She hurriedly rolls off Asami, who moans unintelligibly. However, as she rushes forward to kiss you, she is suddenly stopped by Black Swan's telekinesis. "{if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}?" she asks uncertainly, her smile wavering as she sees your expression.

"You've been a bad ****, **** Lauren. You disobeyed my orders not once, but twice: you abused Asami's hyper-sensitivity and you have failed to greet your {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif} correctly. And bad slaves must be punished."

Lauren's eyes are as wide as saucers as she listens to you, but on hearing the word 'punished', her big, dumb smile returns. "Yes {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}. Please punish your stupid bimbo sex doll."

You eye her sternly. "No, ****. Disobeying your {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif} demands true punishment. Since this is only your first offence, I shall be lenient, and only deny you orgasm for one day."

Lauren blinks as her slow mind processes those words - and she falls straight to her knees. "Please, {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}, I'm... I'm so sorry," she begs. "I - I was just so horny, and **** Asami was just too yummy for me to stop, I... horny... please..."

"Lauren, freeze," you utter, sending the bimbo into her hypnotically suggestible state before she completely broke down into tears. "You will be unable to cum until this time tomorrow. Unfreeze."

Instead of wailing in orgasm, as the girls always have done when unfreezing up to this point, Lauren lets out strange hiccoughs, like she's half ****. Then she bites her lip, and starts frantically rubbing at her clit, her hand already a blur. She groans, but with increasing frustration and desperation. Satisfied she will learn from her punishment, you leave her to your misery, and lift Asami's dazed body out of the room.

When the Japanese girl's eyes flutter open a few minutes later, they immediately lock onto you, and fill with love, adoration, and lust. "{if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}! I apologise deeply that I was not present to welcome you. It was a deep failing on my part, and I will be grateful for your punishment."

"Relax, honey," laughs Sara. "{if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif} says it wasn't your fault." The Latina shapeshifter is sat next to her on the sofa in the main atrium, whilst Emma and Amy happily nestle either side of you on the adjacent sofa. Rachel is the lucky girl to kneel between your legs and {if Futa==true}service your genitals{else}suck your cock{endif}.

"Lauren took advantage of your vulnerability, Asami. You had no control over the matter," you confirm.

Asami nods sagely. "Thank you, {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}. I imagine you desire the details of the next stage in our plan to unify the world in your love?"

"Correct as usual. Go ahead," you grin. Though your fingers rub the bared shoulders of the girls flanking you, and your eyes are closed as you make out with Emma, you still pay careful attention to the super-intelligent girl's briefing.

"I have calculated that the optimal strategy is to position enough members of your harem in critical social positions such that we can rapidly distribute your semen to initiate a takeover with near-total global conversion in under two hours. The main threat to this plan is the superpowered mutants, who may take unpredictable action in order to prevent you taking your true place of dominance in the world. But I understand you are already beginning to tackle this threat, {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}, so I have assessed that to be a secondary concern. Therefore our next step should be to recruit an organisation widespread enough that they can effectively distribute your semen for the takeover, whilst eliminating anyone who may obstruct the route to your destined dominance. I have selected the XX League of Assassins as the most suitable organisation."

"I heard whispers of them online during my research," Emma murmurs in your ear, between nibbles at your earlobe. "They're an exclusively female group of assassins, originating as an association of female ninjas in Japan, but have since spread internationally. Asami has confirmed that the conspiracy theorists were right - the XX League has women in positions of political, commercial and military power in every nation of the globe."

"So, this League has been controlling the course of history?" you ask.

"Yes," nods IQ. "The rise of feminism, and radical feminism, is most strongly attributable to their action, but almost every major political and commercial development has been influenced by the XX League in some way or another. Aside from these spies, the XX League are, of course, assassins too. Altogether, they provide the perfect infrastructure necessary to achieve the victory you deserve, {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}."

"I assume you have a plan for how to bring them into the fold?" You spare a hand to **** Rachel's mouth deep onto your cock, enjoying the feeling of her soft palette being mashed against your steel-hard rod.

"Of course." A smile tugs at the Japanese girl's lips. "I have hacked their intranet, and found a suitable target for the Contortionist to duplicate. She should then be able to help you infiltrate into their local headquarters, which I suggest you conquer from the top-down. I shall send a detailed briefing to both of your phones."

"Excellent," you {if Futa==true}purr{else}growl{endif}, as you cum into Rachel's mouth, her eyes rolling backwards as she falls limp, occasionally shuddering in orgasm. "Sara, you may give our newest **** some penetration for her good work."

Whilst IQ has been very disciplined during her briefing, it hasn't escaped you that she was awkwardly shuffling on her seat, and occasionally hugging her new D-cup tits, evidently trying to suppress the constant arousal she now feels. At your command, Sara now grows a seven-inch penis - small compared to even the smallest size you use, but big to the eyes of the girl who was a virgin yesterday. You leave them to mash their tits together, Asami frantically riding the busty Latina's new cock, whilst you begin carefully studying IQ's digital briefing on the XX League of Assassins.