She asks to stay free.

After a moment, Jen shakes her head, eyes wide.

"No?" Grant says. "All right, then. Ladies, if you would...Jen, you'll need to stay quiet and obedient here, or I will claim you. Mmmph." He stifles a groan as Leanne, rolling onto her side, begins to suck him more fervently. He can feel his mind clouding as she slobbers on him.

Across the room, Lily pulls off Leanne's thong. "Soaked. This little thing must be good with her tongue!" she says with a laugh. Olivia smiles in amusement as she shifts her hand, pulling Jen's mouth open so that Lily can stuff the thong into it. Lily pulls out a roll of tape and carefully, gently applies it over Jen's mouth, sealing it shut. The young woman's breath comes fast and uneven as her eyes dart around wildly from Grant to all of the women surrounding her, and Grant realizes that she's probably never seen this many claimed women before. The way they move, in tight coordination and with clear purpose, is still a little unnerving when seen from the eyes of the old world. But this is the way things are, now... Olivia binds Jen's hands behind her back with a set of wide zip ties and straightens up, leaving the girl kneeling on the office floor.

As Leanne continues to blow him, Grant glances around. Clearly this is the coach's office - but there's a small door in the back the leads out into darkness. Leanne is doing her best to bring him off, and he sighs contentedly as he runs a hand over her well-coiffed hair. "So, did you two come through there?" he asks Jen.

The wide-eyed girl hesitates a bare fraction of a second, then nods.

"That where the other women are?"

Too quickly, Jen shakes her head.

"She's lying," Leanne says, coming up for air, and Jen's eyes widen in panic. "We were having an event here today, and a bunch of people are left...mostly alumni of the school, and one or two teachers. There's seventeen people, all told. Counting her and me."

Grant chuckles. "You really have been holed up here all day, haven't you? Claimed women won't help you work against their masters. Sorry, Jen. But let this be a lesson to you: you can't lie to me, at least about something like this. Mary?"

"Of course." Mary steps forward and, leaning down, slaps Jen once across the face - not hard enough to bruise, but not gently. The bound and gagged girl gasps as Grant shakes his head.

"Sorry about that. She says it's important to keep discipline in the group. I trust her on this sort of thing." He is genuinely sorry - Mary can be kind of harsh, he's learning - but he can feel his climax building, his body tightening as Leanne's determined sucking brings him up to the edge. "That was your only warning, Jen. If you lie again, Leanne will tell me, and then I'll claim you. Understand?" Jen nods, tears in her eyes. "Good. Are there any men in the school, that you know of?"

Jen shakes her head.

"Any weapons among the women?"

Again, Jen shakes her head, her tears starting to fall.

"Well, good! This should be - ha! - pretty...smooth and...easy, then! Ha!" Leanne, sensing him getting close, dives down, gagging slightly on his rod, and Grant groans. "I - I need - Lily, Jaz!" The two claimed women are at his side in a trice, and Grant whirls to them, leaving Leanne gasping and panting as he exits her mouth. "On your knees!"

Lily and Jaz drop obediently, and Grant groans as he strokes himself off over them. Lily, grinning, turns to Jaz and pulls the Black girl into a passionate kiss, plunging her tongue into Jaz's startled mouth as she grinds her chest against the taller woman's. Jaz, realizing that this is a show for Grant, moans and reciprocates, and as he watches the two women make out below him, Grant's mind goes blank and he cums with a gasp. He's suspended in a moment out of time as jets of his hot, white cum blast from his cock to coat Jaz and Lily's black hair, landing on their cheeks, noses, and tongues as they messily kiss below him. Grant groans and the two women join him in chorus as he strokes himself to completion. As he releases himself, panting, he grins down at them.

"There you go," he says with a grin. "Not quite as good as...Mel got, but it's something."

"Oh, God, it is," Jaz gasps, grinning ecstatically. Lily chuckles in pleasure and hums contentedly as she leans forward and begins to lick Grant's spunk off the other girl, making Jaz gasp again and startle slightly.

"Was...was I...not good enough?" Leanne asks hoarsely as she pushes herself up from the desk, looking uncertain and distraught in a way that doesn't fit her age and her professional presentation. "Was I...did you not like it, master...Grant...?"

Grant grins. "Nah, Leanne, you were great." A smile and blush breaks out over her face at his praise. "I just didn't want to mess up your makeup or your dress...I need you for something, now."

"Of course, Grant. What is it?"

Grant takes a deep breath. "I'm going to claim all - well, most - of the women who've been sheltering here," he says firmly. "And you're going to help me."

Leanne doesn't blink. "Of course. Great idea," she gushes. "Just tell me what to do."

In the corner, Jen moans and tries to say something through the gag. Grant sighs. "You still don't get it, do you?" he says ruefully. "She's one of mine, now. She still cares about you, I'm sure, but she'll do whatever I ask. Isn't that right?"

"Certainly," Leanne says. "Anything you say. And I do, well, I suppose I care about Jen in an abstract way. But I don't really feel all that different about her than I did before, truth be told."

Grant raises an eyebrow. "Really? You seemed like you liked her pretty well..."

"Oh, that?" Leanne says dismissively. "I mean, she's a nice girl, and I don't want any harm to come to her. But truth be told, I just figured she was a starstruck 21-year-old who might be handy to have around. I was going to need some kind of allies if I was going to survive in this world, before you found me. That Jen was also willing to eat me out, well. That was a nice bonus. But I don't fall in love with girls that age."

"Damn," Lily mutters. "Cold." Jen sags, crestfallen, and begins to weep.

"Well. Um," Grant says. The bluntness and emotional brutality of claimed women still surprises him - it's as though they'll say anything, no matter how hurtful, as long as it's not directed at him. "Well. I do have you both, now..." He takes a deep breath. "And so you don't have to worry about that. I'm...making moves. Forging alliances. I'm going to be somebody that matters, in this new world." He smiles at Leanne. "You'll be well taken care of."

"I believe you, Grant," she says, and squeezes his arm affectionately. "Now...how can I help you claim the rest of these women?"

"It should be pretty simple," he says. "Here's the plan..."