The feminists gain a new master

You greedily snog the beautiful blonde on your knee, whilst Mei pulls down your trousers to release your iron python. Ripping off her mask, she begins licking and kissing all over it, every part of her expression consumed with amour. You flex your muscles and easily snap your restraints, allowing you to reach out to squeeze the blonde's supple breasts. She moans lewdly into your mouth, pressing her chest against your fingers. You don't know what her name is, and you don't care: the moment that mask came loose, she was yours.{if@ Images!=false}

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You allow the two guards to service you with their mouths for a few more minutes, before the object of your desire turns to their hot, wet pussies. You lift up the blonde and slam her onto your shaft, tearing right through her catsuit and spearing deep inside her. She lets out a wail of pleasure, throwing back her head as her body shakes ecstatically.

{if Futa==true}"Mistress..." The word rises to her lips unbidden as you lift her up, before dropping her onto your giant futa dick once again. "FUUUUCK YES! Oh mistress, my mistress, please... oh..."{else}"Master..." The word rises to her lips unbidden as you lift her up, before dropping her onto your dick once again. "FUUUUCK YES! Oh master, my master, please... oh..."{endif} Her words descend into incoherence as you bounce her on your cock like a ragdoll, her round ass nicely cushioning the impact of her slamming against your lap again and again. You glance past her, to see the Asian girl scratching at the crotch of her catsuit, desperately trying to rub herself through her clothes. You fuck the blonde for another minute, enjoying the bounce of her boobs, before her eyes roll into her head as the stimulation overloads her brain, and she passes out. You let her slide off you and crumple on the floor, before standing and walking towards Mei. Her almond eyes go wide, pupils dilating, and she groans with happiness as you grab her body and kiss her deeply. You waste no time, spinning her around and pinning her against the cell's glass wall. With one good thrust, you punch right through her black outfit, through her underwear, and up to her cervix. Mei moans against the glass. You begin pounding into her young, tight pussy, and before long you see a trail of drool slipping down the glass as you fuck her remorselessly.

You're almost done with the Asian girl, but before you can finish in her, you see your original interrogator outside, frozen staring at the two of you. You don't let up on your moaning, helpless lover, simply staring back at the older woman outside. She shakes herself, and you see her breasts shrinking, skin darkening, until the Contortionist stands outside.

"So, you didn't need me after all," she says through the intercom, with a somewhat jealous smile.

You let Mei crumple to the ground in a happy, well-fucked semi-conscious state, still drooling against the glass. "I'm always happy to have your company, Sara. Now, be a good girl and let me out."

The headquarters of the XX League soon looks like the scene of a massacre, except the bodies are coated not in blood, but in cum and sweat and drool. You survey the sprawled, moaning girls around you with satisfaction, as you pound deep into the most curvaceous of all of these assassins and spies - Carissa, the attractive MILF who had originally interrogated you. Gone was her steely personality, her condescending looks, her impatience. Now she was just a cocksleeve, moaning and squirming desperately as you railed her tight asshole with your unyielding weapon.

"God, I love you {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," gasped Sara, watching you work whilst squeezing her own pumpkin-sized tits and sitting on a henchwoman's face. "Seeing you release yourself like this, dominating these pathetic sluts... fuck it's such a turn-on."

You slam your meat into Carissa a few more times, each one eliciting a moan of pain and pleasure, before discarding her ravaged body as easily as a normal man would a condom.

"****." You click your fingers and point to the couch, and the Latina scrambles into position, lying face-up with you straddling her bare stomach. You plunge your cock right into her extraordinary cleavage, and bury your fingers deep in her mammoth pillows as you begin titfucking her.

"Who do you want today, master?" murmurs Sara. "Kylie Jenner? Selina Gomez?" With each name, the face staring up at you changes into the respective celebrity. "Cardi B? Emilia Clarke?"

"Jennifer Lawrence," you {if Futa==true}hum{else}mutter{endif}, still pounding into her airbags. "Young. But keep the tits."

In an instant, you're tit-fucking a nineteen-year-old actress, her beautiful face contorted with pleasure. "Please, cum for me, Master," she gasps, her voice instantly recognisable.

"Say my name. Beg for it."

"Please, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, please cum on my face. Please mark me as your bitch, cum on me until I **** on your thick, hot load, oh fuck, cum on me baby, cum on me, cum on MEEEEE!"

J-Law's scream is cut off as her face is smothered by your jizz, oozing into her blonde locks as she splutters and desperately tries to gulp it all down. After one final spurt, you dismount her, letting the woman roll dazedly onto the floor, where she lies on her two oversized breasts, cum dripping from her head. You make your way through the corridors filled with moaning, broken women, until you walk out the front door, and into the waiting car.

"Looks like it went well, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," grins Rachel from the driver's seat, eyeing your erect cock, which still drips with the fluids of your conquests.

You grunt your agreement. "Emma, I need you to go and give the League their new instructions. The Contortionist is... indisposed."

"Yes, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}." The brunette bows her head and exits the vehicle, setting in motion the next stage of your conquest.