You're not.

"And how, exactly, are you going to corrupt her if you don't?" Djal says, with an eyebrow raised up to the ceiling.

"Just have to wait her out," you yawn, feeling some of your power trickle away from you, and pointing at the men having their way with her. "I had an idea. They can't cum until I let them. Which means they don't get tired or worn out, but they might get a little frustrated and aggressive about that. I'll let them go for as long as they want, until she can't take anymore and is begging for them to stop. Then I'll corrupt her. That way I don't have to touch her, but she'll still fall under our control." You yawn loudly again and shake your head. "Trade off though, is that I have to take on their exhaustion for them."

Djal cocks his head sideways at you and nods. "Impressive. Very impressive. You're learning fast." He turns back to the mess of bodies splayed out on the desk, and points to one of the men at the back of his line. "I don't think he's had a turn yet. Guys! Come on! Equality for all and all that jazz! Let's go!"

A round of snarls and cheers come from them, as well as a weak "A minute, a minute. I just need a-MPHH!" from Nika as all of her holes gets plugged with the cocks of her people. Leaving Djal to oversee the gangbang, you step out of the office to go hunt down a cafeteria or something, where you can get something to eat and drink, to replenish your strength.

After scarfing down every morsel of food in the Parliament building, you compare your watch to the clock in Nika's office and discover that you've been gone for almost six hours. The men are still going at it, strong as ever, while Nika has gone completely limp. With a snap of your fingers, you have the men stand down and line up against the wall, and approach her. Her breath is ragged and weak, her limbs twitching madly. "Did she cum?" you ask the men, not bothering to look at them. They tell you she did. "How many times?" They say they stopped counting after twenty. Beckoning one over with your finger, you have him hold her head up so you can talk to her. "Nika, this can be over you know? All you have to do is submit to me. I don't want anything to do with the country. I just need you to do what I say. Alright? Just submit."

Her voice is reduced to a rasp from the abuse done to her throat, but her eyes are still strong. The fire in them still says "No". Sighing, you hang your head and step away. As you leave the office to go find more fuel, you snap your fingers and return her to her country-men's affections.