Gotta think about that. Might as well put them to further use while I do.

You're going to have to think a bit about what you're going to do with them exactly, along with a bunch of other things like what you're going to do after this. You need some plans, you suppose, beyond killing everybody and smashing things to the ground. As fun as those plans are, more is required to have a real plan of action. At least that's what you think.

So you'll have to think...but, hey, there's nothing that says you can't do two things at once so you move to the fallen belts of the two guards, retrieving the keys to the handcuffs that kept them locked to the pole you'd fastened them to. You unlocked one set of handcuffs, making them able to move freely from the pole, but not each other as they were still cuffed to one another. You suppose, if they wanted to and were up for it, they could now make a break for it, but they both looked too spent to do that.

Still, you decided to make it clear what you would do if they decided to run and so you placed a hand on the pole as though leaning casually against it. "Decided to give you bitches a little more freedom o' movement. To be nice, y'know? So don't take advantage o' my bein' nice or else I might get mad.", you say as you close your hand on the pole, crushing it in your grip and tearing it in half as easily as one would do to a twig, "And nobody wants to see me mad, right?"

As the pole falls to the ground with a crash, the two tired and well-fucked guards look to you with glazed expressions and nod tiredly. You smile and move closer to them, giving your cock, which is slick with your own cum and the leavings of your two bitches, a stroke as you do. "Good. Now be a good pair o' bitches and clean this off for me while I think.", you tell them as you wag your dick at them, making it clear what it is you want them to clean.

They both look up at you, though the man seems to still be pretty out of it, and, strangely enough, you see that the idea you put in their head of cleaning the sticky mess of cum upon your still half-hard shaft isn't as repugnant as it should be. In fact, you think you can almost see...hunger in their eyes as they look at the dripping mess your cock is. You wonder about that...though, admittedly, not very hard as you don't really give a fuck why they seem more inclined to be cum-hungry sluts for you as long as they do it.

And they definitely do that as Bitch 1, the one who has had more time to rest, rises up onto her knees to properly kneel and reaches up to grasp your half-hard cock by the tip. She lifts it by that gentle grip and then leans in to run her tongue up along the underside of your cock. She gathers up the mess of cum upon her tongue and then brings it into her mouth, swallowing it down and making a face that makes it seem like she's swallowing a sweet treat. Which, again, you would wonder about if you weren't getting your cock licked by a more willing bitch than you expected.

Two willing bitches, actually, as Bitch 1 is joined by Bitch 2 who, despite being tired from the savage reaming you'd given his ass, moved to lick at the side of your quickly recovering cock. He also gathers up still thick and slick cum from your shaft and swallows it down with surprising relish. Then you have the pair of them working on you together, tongues lapping eagerly at your monstrous dick to clean you up. You can't help but grin at the sight. Life had taken a good fucking turn for you, hadn't it? A really good fucking turn indeed.

You let the two bitches do their job as you folded your arms across your chest and looked thoughtfully towards the prison. You could tell that the sound of gunfire and screaming from there had already died down to almost nothing, meaning the prisoners had either finished their work or had been wiped out. You should probably check on that because, either way, you'd have to mop up what was left. If the guards had wiped out the convicts, you'd have to kill them and the scientists that were left yourself. If the convicts had won the day, you'd have to make sure you enforced your "kill your fuck-toys when you're done with them" rule. You expected some of them would have some objections to that, especially since you had already decided to break your own rule and keep the two guards-turned-prison bitches who were now working their mouths upon your cock. But fuck anybody who tried to tell you you couldn't do what you wanted. You were the one in charge now, right?

You definitely were, you decided, and having two ex-guards worshiping your dick was a great way to reinforce that fact. The pair had already finished licking you clean, but they weren't satisfied, it seemed, as they were now seeking to urge more cum from you, Bitch 1 latched down upon your balls, sucking a large testicle into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue, and Bitch 2 surprisingly working at taking your dick into his mouth, bobbing up and down and working his tongue awkwardly along the underside of your prick as he was still unpracticed...but getting better. They seemed strangely enthused about sucking you off, given you'd had to **** it on them before, but, once more, you weren't going to think too much about it. Whatever the fuck they wanted, so long as it got you off in the end.

Though, right now, you needed to take care of other things. You really shouldn't waste anymore time than you already had...though, really, you could afford a little bit of time to give them a money shot, couldn't you?