Grant rewards his troops...as best he can.

Grant smiles. "Well, why not. Spoils of a successful raid, huh?" He raises his voice, pointing at the five unclaimed but captive women. "You lot - take a seat on the bleachers, there. Everyone who was claimed in the last hour..." He looks around at the gathered women, all gazing at him expectantly, and takes a deep breath, hoping to make the next sentence come out confidently. "Strip and...line up over there."

A murmur of surprise - and in the unclaimed women, consternation - ripples through the crowd. But after the barest second's hesitation, the claimed women begin to pull their clothes off. "I was hoping this would come soon," one jokes to another, and there's a bubble of laughter, and soon the women are merrily chattering and joking as they remove their clothes.

Grant watches with a rapidly hardening cock and a strange, almost out-of-body detachment. All of them just...do whatever I ask, he thinks, shaking his head. It's really...too much for one person. But if it weren't me, it would be someone else. A vision of what Noah might do with these women flashes through his head and fortifies him slightly; it could definitely be worse. Besides, he's not even going to touch them.

As each woman finishes removing her clothes, she goes to stand in a line with the others in front of Grant. Cumbucket drags herself off the bleachers to join them, moving a bit more slowly. Mary, ever-vigilant, pulls each one into her place in the line and puts them into a display posture: arms crossed behind their backs, legs slightly spread, tits up. Soon the dozen women are lined up, bare, for his inspection, and Mary smiles at him as she steps aside to let him examine them.

Grant approaches slowly. Some of the women smile at him invitingly; some drop their gaze, shy. He walks slowly up and down the line, marveling at the variety of the female form. Every one of these women is gorgeous in some way - even the ones a few decades older than him, though he admits to himself he's more attracted to those closer to his age. He hesitates the barest moment before putting his hands on any of them, forcing himself to remember: They are claimed; they want this now, or at least they want it if it please me. Sophie lets out a little gasp as he pauses to heft her massive breasts, grinning as he feels the weight of them and gently squeezing them. She whimpers, squirming slightly, as he pinches one of her brownish nipples, but he releases her and moves on. He probes his fingers into the mouth of the tiny Latina woman - he's pretty sure it's Magdalena - and she dutifully closes her lips around them, sucking as she gazes up at him with dark, willing eyes until he pulls them back. He pauses before the pale South Asian with the perfect hourglass figure - Zoya, this one he remembers - and, feeling emboldened, reaches between her legs. Her lips part in a soft exhalation as his fingers trace over her folds, finding them warm and wet. He grins and slides one finger gently but firmly into her; she lets out a low moan, clenching down on him as her eyelids flutter closed. He basks in his control over her for a moment, then withdraws his finger.

"Which ones do you want to fuck, master?" Mary asks from the end of the line.

Grant smiles and takes a step back. "None of them." There's a murmur of surprise and concern from the assembled women, and Grant sees even his already claimed women glancing at one another in confusion.

Mary frowns. "Do you...not like them, Grant? We can try to find - "

"No, no," he says with a laugh. "These women are all great. You're all great," he reassures them, which manages to prompt a few shy, relieved smiles. "No, it's just that there's twelve of them and four of you. And I think I owe you all enough that I want to focus, right now, on rewarding you."

Mary, perhaps seeing where he's going, blushes slightly and starts to protest. "Master, you don't - "

Grant interrupts her, beckoning her forward and gesturing for Olivia, Jaz, and Lily to approach as well. "These four were among my first claimed women, and all of them have been helping me out all day," he announces. "They deserve a little treat, and you all should know how much they mean to me. Mary..." he kisses her, then steps to each of the women in turn to kiss them on the mouth. "Olivia...Jaz...Lily." Most of these women he hasn't kissed before, and the experience feels strangely intimate...and powerful, as each of them moans slightly, melting or firming under his mouth as he kisses them, loving them for what they've done for him. As he steps away from Lily, who's panting slightly with excitement, he turns back to the line of new recruits. "For the next...oh, forty-five minutes or so...I want you four to take three girls each and have some fun with them. Be responsible - don't hurt anyone. But enjoy yourselves. And you twelve...you'll do whatever they say. Understood?" There are nods - some eager, most uncertain - from the twelve new recruits, and Grant glances fondly at his four stalwarts. "Go on, then. I want you each to cum as much as you can. Wait, no. As much as you want to," he clarifies hastily, somewhat taking the sting out of the end of his command.

There's a moment of stillness, then Lily moves. "Well come on, then," she says with a grin to the others. "Let's give Grant a good show, huh?" Striding forward, still wearing the navy strap-on, she grabs Cumbucket by the hair. "Looks like I'm not done with you, bitch. Come on, on your knees and start slurping. You and you - " she points at Magdalena and another, a Black woman in her late 40s with short-cropped gray hair. "C'mere and help me get these clothes off!"

As Cumbucket moans but descends to her knees and the other two cross, quick and obedient, to begin pulling Lily's tank top off, the dam breaks. Olivia and Jaz begin, Olivia confidently and Jaz less so, to approach the line of women. Mary hesitates by Grant's side.

"Grant, are you sure you don't...want to take part yourself?" she asks, looking faintly worried. "I want you to be happy..."

Grant laughs and pulls her to him by the waist, kissing her. "I'm very happy," he reassures her. "And, ya know, I might enjoy some of them later...but for now, yes, I'm sure. I want you all to enjoy yourselves. And I'll get enjoyment from that." He kisses her again, then squeezes her ass affectionately. "Go on, now. Have fun."

Mary bites her lip. "Ok, Grant..." She turns to the line of women, breath starting to come faster. "You, and you...come here..."

Grant wanders toward the bleachers, feeling quite content - if also painfully aroused - as the sounds of moaning, slurping, and gentle cooing fill the air. Ascending the steps, he takes a seat above the stiff, nervous-looking, still mostly nude unclaimed women.

"I suppose you can put your clothes back on, if you want," he says casually. "I'm just gonna let the girls have their fun, then it's time we head home. Oh, Jen, sorry about the zip ties - come here, let me get those off." Jen swallows but approaches, head low, as Grant pulls out his pocket knife and cuts through the plastic. When she reaches up to remove her gag, he shakes his head. "Uh-uh. You don't take these things off yourself. You ask me to. Do you want your gag off, Jen?" The redhead hesitates, then nods. "Kneel."

Jen hesitates a second longer, then kneels awkwardly on the bleachers next to him. Grant smiles and gently pulls up a corner of the tape. "Fast or slow?" Jen moans, an inarticulate sound. "Hmm. Fast, I guess." Grasping the back of her head to keep her still, Grant rips the tape off in one quick motion, making Jen yelp through her gag, then fishes the soaking panties out of her mouth. "Sorry about that. Had to do it, though."

"Th-Thank you..." Jen coughs, dropping her gaze to avoid his eyes.

Opal and Nat are mostly dressed by now, but nervous Alice is hesitating, eyes fixed on Grant and Jen. "You're really not going to...not going to **** us?" she asks nervously.

Grant shakes his head, eyes serious. "No," he says firmly. "I'm not gonna do that. You're unclaimed, I won't touch you unless you want me to. Why would I? I've got all these women who want me to fuck them." He gestures at the escalating orgy on the gym floor, and Alice blanches. "As long as you make yourself useful, you don't need to worry about being claimed. Although, of course," he chuckles. "If you want to have sex with me, well, who's gonna stop you..." He grins at Alice, who blushes, shakes her head nervously, and darts away like a startled deer.

As Jen, too, goes to join the unclaimed women in their little huddle, Grant relaxes and enjoys his view of the proceedings. I have to admit, this feels...good, he thinks. Thanks to claiming, all of them are eager to do what I ask...and that means I get to reward them, too. Those four deserve it. He has to admit he's enjoying the view, as well, something his painfully hard cock attests. Lily has stripped down and is now naked but for her strap, deepthroating a struggling Cumbucket while the other two girls worship her small, pert tits. Not far from her, Olivia's making out with Daphne - interesting choice - while grinding down on the face of the blonde girl who almost made the cut to be unclaimed. A curvy blonde in her 40s lies under Daphne, licking away at her cunt as well. Jaz, meanwhile, seems to have completely surrendered herself to pleasure: she's lying on her back, fully nude, while the redhead, a curvy Puerto Rican, and a straight-laced looking white girl all crouch around her, licking and kissing every inch of her body. As he watches, the Puerto Rican moves over her thigh to bury her face between Jaz's legs, and the Black woman lets out a sigh of contentment.

Only Mary, closest to Grant, is still standing - though she has, as commanded, begun to experiment with the three remaining women. Mary's stripped off her pants and underwear and has her legs spread wide. Sophie kneels in front of her, nose pressed into Mary's pubic mound as she laps away at the standing woman's cunt, and Leanne kneels behind her, eating out her ass. The lovely Zoya hovers at Mary's side, stroking her arms, breasts, and belly through her shirt, kneading her shoulders, and occasionally leaning in to press delicate kisses on Mary's neck, jaw, and collarbone. But though Mary is clearly responding to the other women's ministrations, she stays standing, eyes half-lidded as she watches the rest of the gym seemingly lazily. Grant smiles wonderingly as he watches her grind down onto Sophie's face. What is it that would get you to let that guard down, I wonder? He's not sure he's ever seen it, now that he really thinks about it - except, perhaps, earlier tonight, alone in Amanda's (well, his) room.

He leans back to watch the proceedings as the unclaimed women cluster nervously a few steps below him.

Half an hour later, it's all winding down. Grant's hard as a rock but - despite their frequent, nervous glances back toward him - he's made no move toward either the unclaimed women or his claimed ones. This is a gift for his core group, and he wants it to be for them. All of them, by now, have been richly rewarded.

Olivia and Jaz are both sprawled on the floor now, having been licked and fingered to orgasm by their trios of newly claimed sisters. Jaz seems to be mostly cuddling with her girls, while Olivia is still luxuriating in the afterglow of her climax, rolling her hips and squeezing one of her own breasts as she smears her juices over the face of the unlucky blonde girl. Lily has collapsed, panting, to a seat at the foot of the bleachers, looking quite pleased with herself. Grant's pretty sure she set herself a challenge and succeeded: he thinks she fucked an orgasm out of each of her girls with that strap of hers before she finally ground out one of her own (or, actually, a few, it seemed like) on the base. She's covered with sweat, chest heaving slightly, but the three new girls are a mess. They lie in heaps around Lily, who surveys them with a slightly dazed pride.

Mary, of course, remains on her feet. The women around her have switched positions more than once, and Mary seems to have found her favorite: Zoya kneels between her thighs, mouth up, as Mary grips her head with one hand and her own breast with the other, riding the other woman's tongue as she chases her climax. Grant can't help but find her beautiful like this: flushed, mouth wide, eyes shut, neck straining slightly as she nears the tipping point. Finally she gasps, her whole torso rolling in a **** inhale that turns into shallow, panting breaths before her stomach tightens, her legs shake, and she has to grab Zoya's head with both hands to steady herself. Mary emits a faint, high-pitched shriek as she cums, legs quaking, then staggers back, releasing the shiny-faced woman from her grasp and stumbling a few steps away to catch her breath. She looks up slowly, blinking as though regaining her bearings. Seeing Grant looking down at her, she meets his eyes and smiles.

Grant smiles back at her, heart full (and cock hard). This is ....I could definitely get used to this. I like seeing her like this! But, glancing at the clock on the gym wall, he knows they should move on, so he stands.

"Looks like everyone had a good time," he calls, starting to descend the bleachers. "But we should get going soon...so take a few moments to clean up and get dressed, ladies." He nods at the unclaimed women. "That includes you all, too."

"Yes sir," Alice says breathlessly. The two older women glance at one another, but all four of them move to obey.

Meanwhile, Mary's come up to him, a light sheen of sweat on her brow and an attractive flush suffusing her cheeks and chest. "Thank you for that, Grant..." she murmurs. "I'm sure that the others appreciated it. Especially Lily."

"I wanted to give you all a treat," he murmurs back to her. She hasn't put on pants, and her black bush glistens wetly between her legs. He forces his eyes up from it and catches her smile.

"You certainly did. But are you sure, master, that there's nothing more you want from us? Nothing the four of us - or any of these women - can do to thank you...?" Her hand trails upward, lightly brushing his cock as she smiles up at him.

Grant takes a deep breath. It's tempting, to be sure. But they should get back to safety. "I'm good, thanks," he says. Leaning closer, he murmurs in her ear, "Maybe later tonight...we'll see." Mary nods, smiling to herself as she goes to join the others in cleaning up and dressing.