To be continued?

Jason’s POV:

It was amazing, basically being the Emperor of a small kingdom.

I was sitting on the living room floor, and lying on their stomachs, on either side of me, were Ginny, the big-titted principal, and Bambi, the fat-assed muscle bimbo. We were all nude, as I started enforcing a strict no-clothes policy at all times around the house (except for Vicky — more on that later). And I was spanking them mercilessly, simultaneously, while they moaned and cried out for more.

My palms made contact with their huge, soft butts over and over, leaving red marks.

“Oh yes, Master!” “Hit us again!” “Fuck… we need you to hurt us… to put us in our place…" THWACK! "…for being such bitches to you before.”

Meanwhile, Mandy and Sandy were tag-teaming my “pet cat” in the bedroom, but not in the way Scarlet may have wished. I’m sure in the past she would’ve wanted something similar to what I was doing, but at present she was being kicked in her tiny balls by my sister, while her mother hurled cruel insults at her. It was one of the few times I allowed the kitty to touch my other servants.

“You were a worthless son… you meant nothing to me.”

“MEAAARR!!!” Scarlet shrieked, reacting to Sandy’s perfect feet colliding with her little dick.

“You should’ve let Master… pummel you into the ground. Jason Reilly is our Emperor. Our God. And YOU disobeyed him. Now, you’re getting your punishment.”

Another kick, another shriek. I only knew all this because I ordered it, and made Mandy give me a status report over dinner, when the episode was over. During the meal, Scarlet just lapped at her bowl of milk, recovering from the beating.

It was getting harder and harder to eat without having my goth bitch add her special flavoring to the mix. Tonight, she was wearing a black leather jacket, with various chains and a spiked choker around her neck. She had on heavy eyeliner, and her long hair was the color of night.

During the day, she wore long, heavy boots, but with one command she took them off, and revealed her cute, sweaty soles to me, propping them up on the kitchen table for me to lick in between bites of food. The other bitches just stared in awe, wishing they were the ones doing me this service.

That night, I slept in a strange configuration. In the master bedroom, it was Vicky and Bambi on both sides, Sandy at the foot of the bed, and Mandy and Ginny on the edges. Being a king-size, there was more than enough room for everyone, with the exception of Scarlet, who slept on the ground near us.

I reached over and gave Ginny’s ass a final, loud slap. And I mused about fucking her and my goth GF and my strong bimbo and her mother and just flooding them with my cum. I could give them babies, daughters, and when they became adults, I would bring _them _into the harem.

Just imagine: me, an older Jason Reilly, pounding away at Mandy Jr., flexing my abs. Flanked by Vicky Jr., who I’d program to be just as goth as her mother, and Bambi Jr., a freak of strength and hotness thanks to her parents’ combined genes.

I felt my eyelids getting heavy, and went to bed with a smile on my face.

The following morning, while waiting for Sandy to finish making my breakfast, I absentmindedly scrolled Instagram, going from picture of model after model until one caught my eye, and gave me pause.

Her name was Cherish, and from what I gathered she was something of an actress. White, in her early 30s, with a red mane and tight, lithe body I wanted all for my own. She had thousands of followers, more than all of my girls’ OFs combined, and a thought started brewing in my head.

If I could somehow capture her, and get her to make a porn page, AND transfer all of the profits to me, I’d be living even better than I was currently. Not to mention having her model for me privately. Impregnating her. Watching little Cherish Jr. grow, until finally…

I snapped out of it long enough to call out to Sandy.

“Slut!”

“Yes, Master?”

“When you’re done, pack my bags. We’re taking a trip.”