"Technically, this isn't gay."

“You’re cute,” says frat boy Simon, grabbing Olivia Goodlake and hoisting her into the air. She squeals and struggles, but there’s nothing she can do to prevent him from stripping off the elegant blonde ambassadress’ bunny-rabbit pajamas and leaving her nude in front of the other assembled Deltas, as well as the mercs, who have by now made it enthusiastically clear they’re all sadistic lesbians.

He proceeds to tie her up, with some rope he’s brought along for the purpose. Like all Deltas, he’s expert at the fine art of female bondage. In only a few minutes, she’s trapped in an intricate shibari harness, her ample breasts framed by rope, her arms locked behind her back. He picks her up, sits down on a nearby deck chair, bends her over his lap and begins to gleefully spank her aristocratic ass as hard as she can.

All around the mansion, the squealing Epsilon girls now find themselves in similar positions. Several have escaped, but they’re soon rounded up by the mercs. Some turn to the mansion maids for help, only to find that they’ve all been paid off by The Viper, and are only too happy to join in the festivities. The gigantic vault under the mansion where the Epsilon alumni keep their ill-gotten gains is broken into, and the gold and jewels inside distributed equally among all the villainous parties.

Chad drags Jasmine, bound, naked and struggling, back into the mansion’s carpeted living area and forces her to the floor next to Olivia, plus a bunch of other Epsilon captives. “Now,” he says. “I believe there was some talk of gay stuff?”

“No! Not that! Anything but that! The makeout sessions were only experimental!”

“I want to see gay stuff,” says The Viper, grinning, holding her video camera. And so Jasmine and Olivia, hands bound behind their backs, are **** to passionately make out on the mansion’s carpeted floor. They break to look up pleadingly, hoping that’ll be enough, but The Viper shakes her head.

“Keep going,” she says.

Eventually she and Chad decide to figure out how many bondaged nude sorority girls they can add to their cunnilingus chain, snaking in and out of mansion doors, circling through the gardens and back into the house. Each **** lady is **** to bury her tongue deep in the next girl’s pussy, squirming with exquisite bi-curious awkwardness as she’s **** to lap at her sorority sister’s labia, taste her wetness and tantalize her clit. Turns out it’s quite a lot of girls!

Chad positions himself at one end of the chain, in the lounge, where Jasmine is draped over a sofa obediently eating the pussy of a cute redhead with freckles who at age twenty-four is the CEO of a major airline. He grabs Jasmine’s pert round ass, shuffles her into position, takes out his cock and slides it in deep to her dripping, velvety wetness. She gasps and convulses as he begins to thrust.

On the other side of the island, lying in a deckchair near the pool, Simon takes Olivia’s head and gently moves it into the appropriate position. He has to shuffle everything around a bit so he doesn’t break the chain, making sure that the brunette congresswoman underneath her can still reach Olivia’s tender, sensitive clit with her warm wet tongue. Then, he slides his cock into Olivia’s mouth, and to her enormous chagrin, obliges her to start sucking.

“Chad and I can’t see each other,” he says, to The Viper. “So, technically, this isn’t gay.”

“Nice.”