"...greet your Master, slaves." (R-18)

(A/N: Warning, the following two chapters contains the following: DubCon, Drugged Sex, Sexual Enslavement, Some minor race-play, and some Morally Questionable acts and decisions. I do not either condone nor approve of such actions, nor does the content of this chapter intend to express said beliefs to the contrary. This is a fictional event of pure fantasy that is not meant in any way to inspire or reflect any actual events in reality.)

The last word had barely finished before the five of them, reached their hands forward towards the zippers along the custom seams of the crotch of my pants. After unzipping them and then pulling the crotch open to reveal the prominent thigh-thick bulge in my boxers, they then undo the buttons straining to keep my boxers from simply tearing open. What pops out actually smacks all of them across their collective faces, as a single, massive 24-inch long monster reveals itself.

The shaft is a girth of nearly 10", as thick as their legs. My six testicles have engorged, upgrading from apple-sized to softball-sized orbs. The nodule glands among the shaft has all begun secreting the bio-chemical compound I synthesized, and incorporated with Evelyn's help, much to her and Theresa's more than willing eagerness to test it themselves. The Fuinjustu arrays I created to let me choose when I cum and vibrate while fucking a woman were now tattooed upon my scrotum and shaft, with some clear lines of metal moving up and down the shaft. The five ladies were absolutely shocked into disbelief at my size, yet rather than horror or fear, there was only a single emotion clearly displayed in their half-lidded, lust-driven minds.

Absolute devoted submission.

The pheromone-hormonal laced musk secreted from my shaft was working overtime, alongside the drugged food and drinks they consumed earlier. Then add the aphrodisiac oil massage just minutes ago, and there's no way they're not going to be seeking to ease their carnal needs right this second. The five of them, all prideful beauties, are known for stepping all over those who displease them, who are among the top ten wealthiest of the social elite...

Smooch. Slurp. GULK. Sqlch. Schlk-Schlk-Sclk. MMMMMMmmmm.

..are currently now kneeling between my tree-trunk thighs, slobbering my third leg as they polish my fist-sized knob, slathering my six testicles in their spit, all in a desperate, hungry desire to submit and sate my ruinous girth and empty my engorged balls into all of their very tight holes. The five of them aren't fighting over it. On the contrary, they've clearly done this so many times, having them worship my massive slab of man-meat is practically an ingrained habit by now. When chocolate hands and mouths swap for pale porcelain, and tanned breasts interchange with creamy ones, the five of them aren't even saying a word. They don't even need to.

Their lips, covered in familiar lipstick that makes my crotch tingle again, each one smearing and mixing as they spit-shine my monstrous member. After a few minutes of this, they've covered my shafts and balls in enough saliva and lipstick to give it a very large and shiny amount of lubricant. Then the five of them readjust, five pairs of massive melons wrap around my member as their mouths then begin to suckle and kiss my head, giving me a five-woman titfuck-blowjob combo. The five of them don't say a word, but they do mewl and moan in arousal as I also grunt deeply in my chest, rumbling in approval of their efforts so far.

I already planned to spend the first day having an orgy, then the next five days in one-on-one sessions with each one individually, before ending in one big orgy before I continued the next part of my plan. The five of them are desperate, their eyes pleading with me, begging me to shower them in my thick nut-sludge...but they were going to have to work for it, first.

After enveloping my crotch in a heavenly soft and pliant tit-flesh, the five of them continuously tried to make me pop my cork. All the while, my load was building and thickening. My six balls were continuously churning as they prepared to release the moment the seal keeping them from emptying came undone. The biochemical secretion from my nodule glands slathered onto their bodies, their hands, their tits, even swallowed into their mouths and into their bodies, the painful-pleasure of denying them their reward building more and more.

Half an hour of this treatment. That was how much I had them rile themselves up, letting my little biochemical conditioning truly have time to take root as their bodies slowly grew more pliant, more aroused, the sheer need for my cock to empty my glorious load all out into their willing mouths and upon their sweat-slicked bodies as the bikini tops keep their breasts wrapped around my girth, squeezing the soft tit-meat in pillowy cushions. Without even a single word, their eyes all collectively water in agonized pleasure, reaching the peak of losing their minds straddling the line between pain and pleasure, when I decide to stop tormenting them as I give them their command.

"Open up and swallow it."

The five of them then pull their mouths up to my tip, still keeping their tits wrapped around to stroke me off as I release the seal keeping my balls from emptying. My scrotum immediately tenses as the six testes rise up. My shaft bulged out slightly as I then hose them down, plastering their faces and open mouths with literal buckets of my spunk. They desperately swallow what thick ropes they can, but their faces and chests are completely coated in a thick layer of my nut-sludge. I keep the seal inactive for two whole minutes before I decide to reactivate the seal, halting the stream to a trickle.

An inch covers all five of these women, yet they suddenly begin to make out with each other, slurping my thick cum from their bodies, putting on an erotic steamy show of devouring my semen off of each other, slurping the psychedelic loads down with fanatical worship, their eyes turning to hearts practically as they then begin creaming themselves and ruining the bottoms of their outfits. After the show and their skin slicked with sweat, spit, and my left-over secretions, I then take the leashes just a few inches from all their neck as I then lift them up, tugging them to their feet and dragging them towards me, directing them to sit in my lap, all while noticing my colossal cock is still hard.

Turning each of them so their asses were all rubbing up against my shaft and making my intention clear, I speak up my next command as my shafts begins to split with clearly controlled intent towards their lower mouths as I decide to truly ruin them. Splitting the shaft into five slightly smaller, prehensile tentacles before hardening at the ends into a group of five separate 15" shafts, lined them up with their dripping, leaking counts, and then declared my next command to them.