The jump from three to five sex slaves under your heel has been a lot, and it has thrown everything that had started to settle in to normalcy out of whack. Sombra, D.Va, and i are still themselves, but Tracer and Emily were a volatile addition to the group who imdiately pushed the scales off in a few directions in ways you weren't ready for in the least. True to her fascination with Sombra's ropework, Emily had found herself a 'disciple' of the hacker, working bondage experints on the other girls and displaying her 'art' right there in the living room sotis. Tracer, anwhile, got caught up in a drawn-out back and forth of bets with D.Va that usually ended with attempts to coax the most orgasms out of everyone in the house.
i has still been i. Your 'girlfriend', who has taken to two new people playing along with your silly master fantasy in stride.
It's been busy and loud constantly. Sex and commotion and weird argunts every which way with such regularity and persistence that it seems a bit too much to take in. You've beco so accustod to the noise that its present absence feels wrong. You sit on the couch and watch TV, but there is sothing downright wrong about how calm things have been. You should be enjoying the quiet, should be happy that for once there's no yelling or screams of sexual surrender from all the way across the house, that nobody's crawling all over you and shoving their tits into your face begging for so attention. Not that anything is bad about any of that, but hey, sotis you need a break.
But it's not happening, and in its absence, it feels wrong. The show doesn't hold your attention too well, thoughts straying as you try to focus on surroundings that feel more and more distant. Wrong. There's a slightly 'off' sense around you that you don't know quite how to deal with, sitting in the quiet and wishing there was a horny gar curled up at your feet or a pair of lesbians casually giving you a handjob while you watched. Maybe a hacker moaning so depraved words into your ear about how much she belongs to you while she tugs a buxom researcher down onto your cock and chokes her out on it.
The stunning emptiness that cos from its absence leaves you aching, but just before you can consider doing anything about this, words ring out across the intercom. "Jefe, we're ready for you. Ven y juega. We're in the orgy room."
The what?
You're up to your feet in confusion, pressing a button to speak through the intercom mic and ask, "We have an orgy room?" That's the first you've heard of it. "Where?"
"You're smart, you can figure it out. Lo estamos esperando, jefe."
An orgy room. You drift down the hallway with absolutely no idea what Sombra's on about, but you're sure she ans it, sure there's so weird surprise around so corner waiting to pounce you. It's a weird and compromising situation to be in, but you don't feel like you have a choice, wandering down the hall with little idea exactly what you're going to find wherever you find it. Maybe there isn't even anything to find. Maybe nothing is going on, you're being fucked with, and everything that awaits you is a big joke. Maybe it's a big cake and Sombra told the girls it was your birthday just to see how far along she could trick the others before revealing it.
As you stumble down a hall, you notice the basent door slightly ajar, and a rush of considerations and curiosities all hit you at once. You haven't touched the basent much since moving in. Sombra insisted she wanted that space for 'a project'. What? You have no idea. Her computer stuff is upstairs in the sa room as your rig, the two of you able to engage in back to back hacking as a weird couples' activity. And suddenly, the thought of why Sombra would even need the whole basent seems weird; if it's not a computer cave, what's going on there?
You push at the door. It's a normal stairway down. Shiny wooden stairs calling you forward. If there's an orgy room, it must be sowhere you haven't been paying any attention to. This could be it. So you start down the stairs, knowing you aren't really certain of anything you do but hoping you'll find the answer as you carefully walk down into the yet-unseen basent of your own ho, not one hundred percent on whatever is going to co
What you're greeted with is the gaudiest fucking setup imaginable, and all of it is more than you're ready to face. The basent is an Ancient Egyptian sex dungeon. A lavish bed with gold blankets sits low to the floor with pillows everywhere, beside a wall covered in filthy hieroglyphics showing won getting tied up or fucked in a myriad of positions. There's gold-trimd furniture all around that would make this almost look like a normal bedroom, but there's also manacles, stocks, racks of sex toys.... But most egregious of all is neither bedroom decor nor sex dungeon decor. It's a be-jeweled throne sitting at the end of the room with five won obediently before it, waiting for you.
Each of your slaves is dressed in ridiculous fashion to go with the ensemble. Gold headbands, dramatic make-up, ample jewelry. But also collars, so with leashes hanging off, nipple clamps perking down hard against them. Sombra sits by the throne arm wearing a scant dress of sorts, positioned up above all the other girls, and not a leash in sight. "Welco, our Pharaoh, to our present for you," Sombra says. "Te gusta?"
"The throne's a little excessive," you say, and her expression briefly sours. "But I do like it. It all looks good." You stride slowly forward, smirking brighter as you eye her and wonder exactly how to proceed. "You all look good."
They thank you in overlapping and clashing cadences. Everyone's themselves as they sit there, but with Sombra regaining her composure, she's outside of the thanking. "There's one more treat for you, jefe. I wanted to give you an orgy fit for a king, and I have one secret I've been holding out for you. I programd a trigger phrase into all of these girls so that when we had an orgy like this, they would be completely subservient. Their libidos maxed out, turning them into needy sluts begging to worship your cock and say the filthiest things. And all it takes for you to say is who your chica nuro uno is." Her smile is wicked and proud; it's a selfish gesture wrapped up in a selfless one. "You just admit it, and we'll engage in 'happy hour mode'."
It's a wicked move, but you have to give her credit for it. "Sombra is my chica nuro uno," you say.
All at once, i, D.Va, Emily, and Tracer's eyes all go blank. There's a brief stillness to them, one that can't last for a second as they all begin to cry out and scream for you. Overlapping howls of, "Master!" and "Fuck !" that fill the air. You watch them lt into hopeless, drooling sluts, and you're suddenly on the receiving end of a whole lot of fun.
You take your place on the throne, tugging Tracer up onto your cock and slamming her down. "Master, break in half!" she screams. "Please, fuck stupid. Break down." She whines and heaves atop you, and you discover just how much of a job this all does on the girls. Tracer's out of control libido has her as noisy and as panicked as can be, as your hands find her hips and start bouncing her up and down your cock, her perky butt slamming down against your lap as she flaunts the desperate heat and frustration taking her. It's a lot, but you feel oh so very ready to give up to all of it, insane and wild as it is. Up and down your hips go in shaless motions greedily seeking the pleasures awaiting you.
"Don't forget about , master," i and Emily both say, climbing up onto the arms of the throne at either side of you to seek their own pleasures out. You don't resist giving them theirs, too, as you get a hand up around and under Emily's legs to jam fingers into her, and start to suck on i's huge tits. You're used to the girls getting jealous of one getting attention and cramming around you seeking more. Sombra and D.Va both pushing between your legs to suck on your balls while you bang Tracer is all part of that. But it's usually not this desperate, usually doesn't express lust this crushing.
You don't resist it, though, riding out the pleasures and passions taking you by storm. Each up and down motion of your hips is wild and forward, desperate to keep up a pace as you indulge in using and ruining. Tracer's snug pussy pleads for you to give up, and you work faster and rougher at that, pushing her limits and trying to et her demands while you fall further and further away from sense. The winding heat and primal desire burning up through you cos on stronger, bouncing Tracer up and down your cock in shows of reckless glee, a desire greedier and ssier You fall readily into all this chaos, wanting nothing more than to pound Tracer into oblivion and enjoy your harem through and through.
"Master, I want you to pump my womb full of cum. Give every drop!" Tracer's noisy and forward and as bright as can be. She jerks up and down with the most shaless heat and she can get, tireless greed and desire proving just how thoroughly she's there to handle you, taking you deep and shalessly expressing every wild want that rips through her. You hold her down onto your lap, forcing her to stay in your lap while you fill her up with cum, keeping her in place while you fingerfuck Emily and suck on i's nipples. You feel like a god, and it's only going to get better.
Tracer lifts up off of your cock, and both Sombra and D.Va are all over you now. "Your cock is so hard today, master. I hope you can fill up with so much cum." Her tongue is shaless and wanton in her appreciation of your cock, tending to it in broad strokes up and down your length, cleaning Tracer's juices off of you. Her attention trends upward, easing toward your head and staring hungrily away, clearly motioning for sothing more as she fawns all over you. Sombra doesn't let her, though, racing up your cock and swallowing it down into her throat, choking her way down and embracing the utter madness that leaves D.Va behind.
You don't get to dwell on how rude a gesture that is, because Tracer tugs your head away. She leans over your throne arm, up out of your lap now and desperate for your kisses. She seizes your focus to make out with you, the hungry kisses and crazed, cross eyes showing off how completely devoid of sense she is. As she leans over and kisses you, Emily gets behind her to eat her out and suck your cum out of her, pushing forward and mining out every drop from her. "Your cum tastes so good today," Emily moans. "You're such a lucky woman, Lena. You got so much cum in you." She sounds drunk on the pleasure, burning with so much ecstasy and hunger that it's all coming together too ssily.
Sombra doesn't let up on your cock as she keeps on sucking, keeps pushing for more of this dizzy and aggressive pressure. D.Va's forced to keep up lower, and she looks pouty over it; she's the one in a wild fuck frenzy. "Co on, I want master's cock to stretch my throat out, share it." She's a whimpering ss, the pathetic need to get more leaving her denied and frustrated, licking all over your base and your balls. Yielding nothing, Sombra remained bitchy and aggressive, working up and down with her throat all over your dick and an unyielding aggression leaving you with a bit too much pleasure to really fight this off. Sombra's throat just feels a bit too good to want to relinquish, no matter how much you should.
The swell of pleasure and release strikes you hard. With a hopeless groan and a buck of your hips, you relinquish all sense to this pleasure, passion striking a match inside of you. You flood Sombra's mouth with cum, and order, "Don't swallow!" as you draw back the kiss with Tracer. "Share that with D.Va. Now."
Sombra gives you a sour look, but she does what she's told, pulling back and opening her mouth. D.Va's upon her in an instant, throwing her to the floor and sucking your cum out of her mouth. A hand seizes Tracer's hair as Emily rises up and forces the sa upon her, snowballing the load she just ate out of her girlfriend's twat into her mouth. You watch with appreciative delight for a mont, watching as i shifts and wriggles off to the side, clearly in need of a lot more attention than she's getting.
You change that. "i, how would you like if I ate you out while D.Va rides ?"
"Oh, yes please!" she gasps, clapping her hands. "I an... Master. Yes please, master." She gives a giggle, even as she rubs her dripping wet twat; in her state of hopeless greed, she's still unclear on what's actually happening here.
But it doesn't matter. You drag her and D.Va over to the bed and tug them both on top of you, i straddling your face and D.Va impaling herself down onto your cock, a chance for justice after how much Sombra held her back. The passion is imdiate and frantic, driven forward by all the desires and the passions you need, and you know you're right where you need to be as you work for both their pleasure at the sa ti. They're both sopping wet and hopeless, desperate for this attention and aching to give in as they clamor all over you, their bodies clearly pushed to the limit.
You do everything you can to satisfy them, holding tight to indulge in their bodies and bring them the pleasures they so sorely deserve, your tongue at work on i's needy clit while your hips buck upward in blind, fumbling motions to et D.Va's hips and keep up the pace on this ss. You're tireless and forward, wanting to make sure you prove exactly what you can do and how strongly you're there to make this all play out perfectly. She'll get what she deserves. They all will, no matter how stubbornly Sombra tries to push against it. You'll make sure of that.
Tracer and Emily slip in from the sides, each going for a pair of breasts to indulge in. Emily seeks out i's, groping hard enough at her nipples to make i whine in surprise, while D.Va's much smaller chest gets Tracer's lips latched onto it. Both girls ride you harder as they receive that extra spike of affection, moving faster in their desperation to seek out their own pleasure atop you, and you're thorough in how you eat i and how you slam up into D.Va. They'll get theirs, and with Tracer and Emily here to help, that seems even more certain now.
"Master," they both moan for you. It's drunk and dizzy, an expression of everything desperate inside of them that keeps them moving, their hungers continuing to indulge in sothing ferocious and hopeless through their bodies. They're thorough and forward in what they want, but all you want in turn is to make them feel good, whether that's i making a sticky ss of your face or pumping a hot load into a needy gar riding herself raw atop your cock. It's a lot, and you embrace all of it, even the sudden praise of licks against your face as Emily and Tracer lap up the ss i made of you.
"Master, can I show you how much I've learned about bondage?" Emily asks, her hopeless whine cloying and desperate as she clings to you, eyes wide. "May I? May I?"
"Tie up D.Va," you tell her. You want to give her a target, and she takes well to that answer, dragging the gar off of the bed and seizing so ropes from a hook on the wall of this gaudy orgy dungeon. Emily moves quickly to seize D.Va and get her into a position ripe for the taking, starting at her ankles and running the ropes with precision all over her body. You watch in surprise; she's really been putting the work in on these lessons, wrapping D.Va up into a position that brings her feet up over her head and tugs her arms behind her back. D.Va flops back onto the bed a pretzel, but one extra, vicious touch follows as Emily ties so chains to her nipple clamps and slips rings onto D.Va's fingers to apply steady pressure to them, tugging more with each fitful writhe of the poor girl. Fuck, Emily really is Sombra's disciple now. Down to viciously targeting D.Va.
"Co fuck her mouth, master," Emily says, grabbing D.Va by the hair and pushing her into a mostly-upright position, the pretzeled gar looking in worry up at you, cheeks lighting up while your load oozes out of her.
You don't resist the temptation. How the fuck can you? You shove forward in a swift motion, upon her without hesitation and shoving your cock into her mouth. "Be a good girl for and I'll buy you a new headset," you tell her, as Emily wraps her hand up into D.Va's hair and forces her down your cock harder, making her choke louder around you. Your eyes are just as much on Emily as on the bound girl getting this treatnt; there's sothing oddly distant about Emily's domination. She doesn't have the wrath that Sombra does, doesn't function with the sa degree of rawness and hunger. The bondage is almost platonic for her rather than punishing.
Out the corner of your eye, you can see Sombra leading Tracer around with a finger hooked into her mouth while she argues with i about eating her pussy, and you decide to leave that fire for another point to deal with. You look back down at these two, and tell Emily, "Fuck her face down onto my cock." Your hips stop, and Emily takes over, letting you watch and indulge in the sight of Emily's domination. It's not even dispassionate, but she looks up at you, the redhead has all the seeming of a needy puppy wanting validation for returning a ball. "You're doing great, Emily. And so are you, D.Va. Keep going."
You can't resist getting a finger at one of the chains and tugging at it. D.Va lets out a muffled noise of panic at the surge of pain, but her throat loosens up a bit more, and Emily shoves her deeper down your dick. The poor girl probably doesn't deserve to end up the target of every vile impulse in the house, but as her face goes red and she struggles around your cock, she looks way too cute in this suffering position for you to care. This assisted facefuck isn't the first ti she's been in a position like this, and you adamantly do not want it to be the last. "Am I doing good enough that you'll cum on her face so that I can clean it off?" Emily asks, doe-eyed and hopeful.
Rather than answer her with words, you answer her with action. Your hips draw back, cock smacking across D.Va's face, and you happily fire off a massive load all over her. Hot streaks of molten spunk splatter across D.Va's face, as she coughs her way through, "Thank you, master!" and expresses gratitude even in such a lowly state, at least until Emily seizes her into a kiss, dragging her down onto her back to shove her tongue down her throat and clean her face up. You're happy to leave them like this for now, and admire the clusterfuck over on the other end of the room.
i is up in the stocks now, Tracer grinding against her face and rocking up on her. "Eat out harder. Harder!" she whines, and i does her part perfectly. It's so nice you almost don't want to interrupt it yet, staring at this depraved commotion. Sombra seems to have disappeared, and you're sure nothing good can co from that, but you don't dwell on it either, letting that mystery be sothing to unravel at another ti, your gaze tightening on the possibilities with i and Tracer for now instead.
You co up behind the researcher, grabbing her round ass and telling her, "Keep licking," as you slam your cock into her backdoor. i thrashes a little bit against the stocks she's stuck in, which are just rickety enough to make noise. You wonder if that's a design feature. Your hips are wild and feverish in the pace you strike, losing all control to the commotion that seizes you. The wildest excesses of this mont won't let up for anything, keeping you giving in and plunging forward in shaless hunger, seeking passions that won't quit as every back and forth of your hips tells this demanding story. i's ass is yours, and you won't quit it for anything.
"Crazy bag, isn't she?" Tracer asks, fingers tight in her hair as the two of you share her at either end. "Right loony. But she can eat my pussy so well." Her head rolls back, and you can't resist grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging her in for a kiss while the two of you use i, leaning over her and hamring rougher into her, indulging in her body with callous motions and a demanding fire that can't be stopped now. It's all the more satisfying and depraved for being able to share her like this, using her ample body for your own pleasures together. There's nothing in question about what you have going and the ways you strike this clumsy, ferocious balance. It's just forward, harsh, bringing suddenness and spikes of desire.
The hand not controlling Tracer with her hair focuses on smacking across i's ass while you go, striking it into a state of rawness every brutal step of the way. You won't hold back, won't do a damn thing to contain the emotions running wild through you now, and the possibilities feel like they're only getting stronger as you go. i's body is yours to toy with, and she can believe whatever strange fiction over this being a ga she wants; you're still in charge here, still pushing her body to give in to your every want. You work that proof all the way to the end, all the way to pumping a load into her ass hole as her body thrashes under this passion and excitent. Her climax is so intense and physical, getting the wild point across, and as you draw slowly back, you admire how red her ass is as it leaks with your cum.
"I love how hard you get into this 'master roleplay' ga," i whines. The poor, deluded weirdo.
"I want to show you more, master!" Emily says, coming up behind you, tugging your lips against hers before slipping around and grabbing her fiancée by the throat. "I want to tie Lena up this ti. Can I?"
"Please do," you say, watching the look of dread creep across Tracer's eye as she's led by the woman she loves toward one of the dungeon walls. You remain deeply intrigued. Emily's certainly eager, but by comparison, you feel like this one's a bit more of a letdown. She forces Tracer to her knees and cuffs her up to the wall, wrists bound together. Not the most imaginative setup at all, as you stare at the sight of them and wonder exactly what to make of it.
"I'm really into nipple abuse," Emily explains. "I found that out thanks to Sombra. And I found out that Tracer has the most sensitive masochist nipples I've ever seen." She slaps her fiancée right across the chest, making Tracer howl and whine. "You can fuck her tits and make her cum if you're rough enough with her. And I want to see it happen. Please?" The crazy is starting to show; it's still a delusional kind of crazy instead of a vengeful one, but the violence is still there, and it's sexy as hell.
You fit your cock down between Tracer's breasts, loving that she is perfectly positioned for this as you tug at her nipples and start to jerk her breasts up and down your cock. Your hips move, too, but the harsh treatnt of her chest like a toy adds to the brutality in the best of ways. "Master," Tracer whines. "Fuck. It's too much, hold on. Slow down, it's--" Tracer can barely get the words out normally; they're erratic and fast, desperation piercing through reason and bringing on a myriad of confused emotions and sensations that keep her in such a wildly hopeless position that you feel like you're losing your mind in excitent.
Emily slips up behind you, lips to your ear. "I didn't want to gag her so you could hear her in pain." She says it with the sultry, fuck- voice hunger that should promise a night of passion, but this is good instead, making you ache your hips keep the pace strong and forward. She's a fitful wreck taking you on, and you remain here for all of it. "Doesn't she make a good pain slut, master? I didn't think it would be so special, but she's amazing. I love the sight of her in agony like this, even if I shouldn't. I want you to make those tits red and sore that when I go to lick them clean, she's sobbing and begging to stop because any touch at all is too much."
Your hips move into a frenzied overdrive that can't be helped. Emily has you in a state of pure surrender beyond sense, working you over with immaculate fire and aggression to keep you working overti on this ss. You're unstoppable now, desperation following as the devil on your shoulder makes you brutalize Tracer's tits harder, pulling and twisting at her nipples, making her struggle under the punishnt. You ride high on this power, and it can only end one way, as you let a wild groan of pure ecstasy wash over you. You cum all over D.Va's chest, spraying jizz across her abused tits and her face.
Emily grabs your cock and slaps her across the face with it. "You cum so much, master," she whines. "And I want it, but I'm happy to help you fuck these sluts into submission and clean up after you instead."
"I'm back, pendejos," Sombra announces, drawing all attention back to her, and to the new toy she has on. There's plenty of strap-ons in the house, but this one looks like your cock. She holds onto it with delight. "And I have a fucking surprise. La hermosa genio has done it again. This dildo is connected to my central nervous system to cum when I do, and it's full of a special soone's cum." She slips around to you, tugging Emily off of you and dragging her over to a table nearby. "Co fuck this perra with , jefe. We'll fill her with your cum at both ends."
You aren't sure how any of that works, but as Sombra tugs one of Emily's legs up into the air and slams into her twat, you can't exactly resist whatever the fuck this is. You grab Emily's hair and shove your dick into her mouth, ready to take charge and really put her through her paces. Every motion of your hips back and forth is driven by a singular desire, fucking the mouth of the devious woman who has tried to take charge. Albeit with the other devious woman who always tries to take charge. You look at Sombra, then down at Emily, and feel like one of them's still going to need to be put in her place after this.
Sombra fucks Emily with wild motions back and forth. "Hey look at this, puta," she calls out to Tracer. "I'm gonna fuck your fiancée better than you." Yep, Sombra's on a power trip. She's halfway climbing onto the table to get at Emily for the right angle, fierce and shaless in the pace she strikes and the way she abandons all sense to keep driving forward. Whatever she's cooked up and wherever she got your sen--there's a lot of concerns there that you have zero fucking idea how to respond to--seems like a good bit of chaos to keep pushing on with. You try to keep the pace up, as brutal and wild as it's getting, working to keep up with all of this while you fall deeper away from reason. There's too much happening, but fuck if you don't feel ignited and ready for it.
Tracer's stuck kneeling on the floor and watching you both double team Emily. "Not fair," she whines. You ignore it, making Emily gag louder as you fuck her throat, and it's only fair she gets it as hard as she forced D.Va to get it. You hold nothing back, and allow the growing ferocity of what you're up to keep driving her to the edge, challenging her limits and pushing her on rougher and weirder. You've double tead girls with Sombra before, but her new strap-on has her fucking with renewed energy and a brutality unlike anything you've seen out of her in the past. It's a lot, and that excess keeps you intrigued while your hips do their part, wondering exactly what to make of this ss while you push faster on to the deep end.
"I love you, jefe, nut in this girl alongside your favorite chica." Sombra reaches for you to try and drag you into a kiss, and you relent on giving it to her, leaning in and eting her lips as you blow your load deep down Emily's throat. Sombra buries her strap-on inside Emily at that sa mont, filling her up with sothing, and as she pulls back, the visible trickle of white leaking out of her speaks to strange surprises and weirdness's you don't have answers for. Where the fuck did she get a bunch of your sen?
You look over to the other side of the room, where i is all over D.Va. The poor gar is still pretzeled up as she lies on the bed, a double-ended dildo jamd into her pussy while i rides it. Up and down she goes in wild indulgence, fucking the toy on harder with her hand tight on the base. "It's really fun having other people pretend to be in this relationship. I never have to go wanting," i moans, going on with her alternate version of reality even now. You write it all off, but your eyes can't resist carefully studying the situation, deciding you really want to get in on so of it.
Fortunately, Sombra agrees. "I want to fuck her ass until she cries," Sombra growls. You know it's probably not a good idea to let her keep calling shots and having that kind of control, but you can't really argue against it when you want to see if she can make that happen, both you and Sombra seizing i off of D.Va and dragging her down. You pull her into your lap, grabbing her ample chests and giving them a smack as you order her, "Ride."
i fumbles her way on top of you, but before she can even get all the way into place, Sombra shoves in behind her. "Faster, puta," she groans, forcing i down onto your cock and slamming into her ass just as swiftly. Wild cries of surprise and panic follow as i feels the cocks force their way into her at once, the brutality hitting with demanding fever to push her limits. Sombra keeps cursing and grumbling as she fucks i, driving deeper and faster into her with the roughness to keep her listening and obeying, and you start thrusting up from below to keep up this pace, matching the ferocity and trying to roll with all of these runaway sensations as they threaten to strain all sense and good reason.
"Just because we pretend you're part of this doesn't give you the right to be such a bitch," i whines, as the loud sounds of two bodies crashing against hers ring out. "I think I've been very nice and understanding about th-hmmph hou cam shub ub." Sombra jams so fingers into i's mouth, and they don't silence her very well. But even while i tries to insist this is over the line, her hips respond to the double teaming with needy, erratic motions back and forth that accept this treatnt through and through. She's clearly in over her head, but she's taking this. Taking it all and accepting what's hitting her as she tries to keep up, and that's a tall fucking order in this state.
Sombra's strap-on inside of i tightens her pussy up just a bit, crowds up her insides in a way that you happily keep pushing for, savouring more of this wild depravity and indulgence. Everything cos on just a little bit too wild for you to know how to deal with all of it, but you keep pushing, loving everything that pushes through you. The deepest excesses of this treatnt have you burning, and even though the room around you looks like a nerdy kid's bedroom that got repurposed by his parents after he moved out, there's sothing right about this kingly position and making sure you can keep up the pace here, throwing yourself harder into all this chaos and savoring just how intensely the passions take you away.
i's body takes your and Sombra's worst, and she handles it well, even if her mind is off in space. Together. the two of you push her limits, insist your desires upon her. There's sothing deeply satisfying about holding strong and pushing her to the limit, ultimately slamming up into her snug hole with a hard groan and letting it all go. You cum deep into her pussy, filling i up, and seconds later, Sombra follows with grunts and snarls and a shaless expression of all the harshest desires inside of her.
There's almost a beautiful afterglow mont that begins to brew, but Emily storms back over to claim it. "Sombr--Senora Sombra," she says. "Have you looked at D.Va? I tied her up myself, and I took all of your lessons into consideration. Did I do well?" Tracer's subservient respect and deference to Sombra is almost admirable.
"It looks so good. I really like how miserable D.Va looks in it! Mm, bueno." Sombra pulls out of i and cups Emily's ass. "I think you deserve a reward for being such a buena estudiante." Her eyes narrow and her tongue drags along her lips.
"Is that reward your strap-on?" Emily asks. There's sothing that sounds a bit deflated in her voice, like she realizes where this is going and was hoping for sothing else.
"Of course it is." Sombra drags Emily to the floor and starts to pound into her, and Emily lets out a sigh of resignation, taking the treatnt and going limp to let Sombra pound her for her 'reward'. It's probably a bit less than Emily should get, but Sombra's on a power trip, and as much as you want to do sothing about it, hands tug at you with too much desperation to be able to handle any of this.
"I need you to impregnate ," i says, demanding and feverish, eyes wide as she holds tight onto you. "Please, master. I'll even play the ga, but I... I want you to show you really care about . That I'm your girlfriend, even with all these other girls we like to fuck around. I want you to show how special I am." She's needy and hopeless, clinging to you as she remains atop you, starting to work against your cock. It's probably her rationalizing the happy hour protocol into sothing she can make sense of. "Won't you do it? I'm ready. I'm so ready. Please breed right now!"
The startling desperation is a bit excessive, but i has every reason to be antsy and aggressive considering her weird view on reality, so you don't shy away from it. You grab hold of her and roll her around, pinning i to the bed and slamming your way down into her pussy, fucking her missionary style. "Fine, I'll knock you up," you groan. It's an easy thing to insist you can do as you ram down into her snug hole with as much ferocity as you can handle, greedy and wicked in what you want. There's no way to handle just how much you want this, and if she's so desperate for it, you'll fucking give it to her. Every slam down is a wild expression of brutality and vigor, a desire to see this through that can only get more drastic and off the rails as you let yourself give in to the commotion behind it.
"Yes, it's ti. My ti. Fuck . Flood my womb with all of your cum and knock up. I'm happy to be tied up, facefucked, slapped, but what I want most is to be loved!" Her insistence keeps you moving with more and more drastic motions down into her, heaving along with the chaos as you allow yourself to lose all control. There's sothing beautifully excessive about all of this, and rather than argue against how over the top this is, your hips work overti to keep the pace up, to indulge harder in her as this gets so far off the rails, as you plunge down into her snug hole and use her without restraint.
Over to the side, you can hear Emily getting railed by Sombra, and definitely hear the pathetic whines of D.Va trying to wriggle about and do sothing in her still very compromised pretzel position. But for right now, everything is about i, your focus absolute and desperate as you keep her giving in harder, keep up a pace of ferocious indulgence and want. She'll get hers, and you're happy to keep pushing to give it all to her, to keep thrusting faster on and indulge in her body without restraint or hesitation. i deserves everything she can get, and if she's going to keep living in a strange fantasy world where the two of you together and all your other slaves are just role-player fuckbuddies, then she deserves to have what she believes is a happy ending.
So when you cum, you make sure to pin her down extra hard against the mattress as you let it all go. With hot, eager groans of burning passion, you fill her up with shot after shot of molten spunk, cumming deep into her snug hole and making her lose herself completely. The pleasure is overbearing and noisy, a wild show of hunger as bright and as ssy as can be. You pump shot after shot of cum deep into i, hoping it takes as you fill her up and overwhelm her. "Yes, thank you!" i screams. "I feel loved. I feel so loved right now; I love this!" Gasping in ecstasy and surrender, she's a complete ss, and you are overjoyed to hold firm in this as you drain your balls into her.
Your eyes drift up to the bed. Sombra has left Emily behind and climbed up to fuck D.Va, stuffing a gag into her mouth to silence her while she plunges down into her snug twat. There's sothing callous about all of it, and you're certain she's vengeful and brutal in what she's doing in ways that Emily wasn't when she was in that sa position. It's a lot, and its steepest excesses are one hell of a sight to behold, but fuck if there isn't sothing spectacular and raw about watching Sombra go all out on her usual target with such callous fever and depravity. She knows what she wants, and she takes it with brutal force and exacts her vulgar vengeance perfectly.
"Lena and I have been working on sothing, and I really want to show it off now!" Emily shouts, calling for attention as she unchains her fiancée. She's loud enough for everyone to pay mind to it, as she holds up the sa double-ended dildo that you made her and Tracer try to suck down in the first place. "We've been practicing ever since our first day here. Master, I think we're ready, and I hope you're proud of us."
"I hope so too. Please tell I'm a good girl if I can do this, master," Tracer says, as the both kneel in front of the bed and prepare themselves for the commotion.
Holding steady on their knees, each brings one of the ends to their mouths. Once it's secure in, they reach for each others' hands, holding on and staring into one another's eyes. It's almost romantic as they began to rock back and forth against one another, pushing to indulge in sharing the toy together. THey're both ready for this, trying their best and slowly working their way into taking on more and more of the dildo as they force their way down onto it for you. Their eyes are locked on one another even if this is a display for you. And for the others, too; Sombra has even stopped fucking D.Va so that she can watch this play out.
They take it a bit deeper. Pieceal little tugs down the dildo, and they don't have their hands on it as they go, sucking the toy slowly further in and using the natural resistance of their throats to keep it in place as they gag their way into accepting it. Further down it goes, their lips drawing closer, but still having so much room to go. Tracer starts to sputter, drool dripping down her chin as she tries her best to hold on to all of this, but Emily doesn't slow down, and she squeezes her fiancée's hands tighter to try and keep her playing along with all of this. Their determination looks a bit more like Emily's determination, but she has it in spades, and is dragging Tracer with her.
Emily gains on the length of the toy, and Tracer's eyes slowly widen as the mutual push forces more and more of the dildo down their throats together. There's so much spit slathering the toy now; Emily is drooling too, but she's wearing it well, eyes narrowing in determination where Tracer's go wide as she for air, and it's getting to be too much for the poor brunette. The woman she loves is pushing her down harder, and just when it seems like everything is at the limit of reason and sense, Emily does sothing drastic.
Grabbing Tracer by the throat, Emily forces her down, starting to pull Tracer in to et her in the middle as the toy vanishes. Tracer shakes her head in confused panic and refusal, trying her best to hold it together as she gags even louder, but it's too late; Emily has her grip tight, and she continues to push stubbornly forward, continues demanding complete attention and surrender from Tracer. Her dominant streak, deranged as it is, is making this situation one of molten fucking arousal and desperation, pushing further along. There's almost no toy left, and with a final shove forward, Emily throws herself down, locking lips with Tracer. Both girls are gagging and struggling, but it doesn't matter; Emily shoves forward, drives Tracer to the floor as she makes out with her, a toy locked down their throats and Emily starting to jam fingers into Tracer's pussy to follow through.
In the commotion, Sombra changed her victim up. She's all over i now, dragging her onto her knees and slamming her strap-on down the researcher's throat. "When will you get how any of this works? You dumb bitch! Cuando vas a aprender? Puta!" She has i gagging even harder than the couple who are currently throating a dildo together, as insane an accomplishnt as that is. Sombra channels all of her fever and her fury into one singular expression of raw aggression, desperate to keep shoving on and brutalizing i, and i just takes it. She has her arms imp at her sides, drool dripping down her chin, and as much as she looks like she could probably use a break, you know she'll take it.
So your attention drifts instead toward D.Va. The tied up girl folded in half and looking as ripe as can fucking be. "I think I'm going to knock you up," you tell her, staring down into her eyes as she ets you with the deepest concern. You halfway climb on top of her, keeping the gag stuffed in her mouth as you sink your cock into her sorely needy pussy and start to use her with deep strokes of aggressive hunger. Each thrust down into her snug hole is one built on utter ferocity, the satisfying aggression of pushing her limits and learning how good it can feel to let everything the fuck go. D.Va's body is receptive and hopeless, and the primal thrill of keeping tight control rushes through you like fire.
D.Va takes it. She doesn't exactly have any options here, enduring the wild aggression and fire behind your wild hips and what they're capable of. You won't hold back. Not for anything. D.Va's pussy is getting the pounding it deserves, and absolutely nothing is going to keep you from pushing on to indulge in that. The bed creaks and struggles under your hard thrusts, and D.Va lets out the most adorable noises as her gag keeps her from expressing much of anything, but the passion is there, and it's an overbearing ss. You know she's going to do exactly as you say, going to keep falling deeper into the devoted chaos of what you're after, and all you have to do is keep savouring it.
You decide to tug the gag out, and imdiately, D.Va is a howling wreck of, "I belong to you, master. You own like the high score on a leaderboard. Y-your initials are number one in my heart, so if you want to impregnate , I'm happy to let you do whatever you want!" Her squeals of aimless surrender get ssier and greedier as she takes this on, as you treat her to the senseless fever and uncontrolled want that demands everything of you. Her pussy begs down around your cock, clenching in hopeless expressions of all the needs and lusts that she can't fight now, unable to help herself in the face of this all. You know you've won, and this is just confirming that with wicked efficiency, forcing her into a state of hopeless ache.
When your climax hits, it's brutal. It's intense. She's screaming out, "Master!" over and over in fitful expressions of how fuck-addled she's beco, thrashing under this all and completely lost to the joy that takes her by storm. She's a ss, but a ss with wide eyes staring lovingly up toward you; there's a purity to this that can't be helped, can't be stopped. It's beautiful. You make sure to pump every drop you can into her before drawing slowly back out of her, groaning in reckless delight as you leave her a sloppy, dripping ss and carry on to your next goal.
"Does this cock feel good up your ass, perra?' Sombra snarls. She has Tracer's hands behind her back, pulling hard on them as her slams force the strap-on deep into the brunette's fine ass. She's relentless in her brutal pursuit of sothing truly raw and shaless, a fever rising out of control as she does her best to keep this all going. But Tracer can't even respond, because her half of the dildo is still down her throat, dangling out of her mouth to act as a downright brutal dildo gag. It's a lot to behold, and she seems completely devoid of sense as she does everything she can to seize control, and it's getting to a point where you feel like you need to step in.
"Emily, untie D.Va," you say, stepping in to stop this. You grab the toy and gently draw it out of Tracer's throat, and then smack Sombra across the face with it. The hard impact of the wet toy rings out harshly through the air, all attention suddenly on the commotion. "Your power trip is over. You don't give all the orders in this house, and you've been a massive bitch to all the other girls." As Sombra lets go of Tracer and draws back, you force the hacker to her knees, slapping her across the cheek with your cock and hamring down into her throat.
Sombra's never complained about sucking your dick, but your raw derailing of her mutiny and your wildly shaless slams down her throat co on with a harshness more than a little bit beyond that. She gags in surprise and confusion under all of this treatnt, a brutality washing over Sombra that she's clearly not ready for in any capacity, and you don't leave her the ti to handle any of it. Every motion of your hips back and forth is driven by an underlying need to break her down completely. "I'll fuck so respect into you!' you groan, making sure that you get the point across as your balls smack against her chin.
D.Va and i both scramble to the sides, leaning forward to lick all over her face and pamper your cock in those little peeks where it draws back from your mouth. "She's such a bitch, master! Put her in her place." D.Va is chipper and bright as finally, Sombra gets a brutal couppance.
"She thinks she's your girlfriend, and it's ti she learns a lesson," i agrees.
The struggle of Sombra's throat around your cock is the clearest sign of how completely fucking unprepared she is for this. Her eyes are wide, struggles bright and harsh as she tries her best to handle you, but she's failing every step of the way to do so. There's too much that's running off the rails and proving just how ill-equipped she is to handle what you're doing to her. "I'm showing you what real dominance is, so you don't get any more ideas," you tell her.
The look on Sombra's face is one of absolute fucking bafflent, but also of sha. There's acceptance in her eyes as she takes you on, as she realizes that she doesn't have a prayer of doing much of anything against what you're doing to her, keeping steady and hopeless under the roughness and rawness of what you're pushing her with. Sombra doesn't stand a chance, and as you pull back, you press down on her tongue with your thumb, holding it there and making sure she doesn't speak as you smack your cock across her face a few tis, back and forth with brutal lessons before slamming right down her gullet again.
Each tug back of your cock pulls up ample amounts of throat slop, a sign of just how much harder Sombra's getting it than anyone else. She's powerless now, getting drilled into submission and taught the harsh lesson she doesn't have a prayer of dealing with, until finally you pull back, and this ti, it's with intent. Your cock slams down across her face and lets loose every drop of cum you can muster, erupting all over her face and showing off the hopeless wreck you're ready to make her. Before you're even done cumming, D.Va and i are right there to lick her clean, and Sombra burns under the humiliation.
"Say it after ," you tell her. "'I am nothing special. I'm just a mindless whore for my master to fuck, like all of these other girls. I will know my place, and I will behave.'"
Sombra winces as she says it, but she says it all. She gives up every word of it, whimpering as her head hangs low. "I'm sorry, jefe."
"Good. Now tell your happy hour trigger phrase."
"Wha--" Sombra doesn't even get the whole word out before you cockslap her.
"Rember what you just said about being a mindless whore. I want your trigger phrase."
It's all too blatant from how she's taking this that she was hoping you wouldn't put two and two together on her having a phrase, too. "It's... Nngh, it's..." She winces. "Jefe, this is--fuck. Fine. It's 'Sombra es un puta'."
You're all too happy to say, loud and proud, "Sombra es un puta."
Sombra goes blank a mont. Her eyes close, and when they reopen, they're shaky, helpless. Her hands reach out for you, grabbing your thighs as she pushes forward and rubs her face up against your cock. She slaps it down against herself now, whining, "I'm a good girl for jefe. Cumslut perra bitch who wants jefe's cum in her womb. Breed , jefe. Make a happy madre whore!" It's everything you couldn't have ever imagined seeing Sombra give in to; she's completely out of her mind now, to a degree beyond the fairly personality-retaining mind control routine that started this whole ss. And you like it.
You drag her up onto the bed. There's nothing even resembling restraint left inside of you as you slam down into her and mating press Sombra right into the mattress. Her screams of wild ecstasy fill the air as you start to pound down into her without even the slightest bit of care, wanting only to break her down completely. Your hips are harsh and wild, knowing the certain joys that await you as you push on for more of this ss. "Finally, you know how to behave!" you shout, as all the pent up frustrations toward Sombra and her vicious antics. Yes, she's by all rights the number one girl, the second in command for this harem. But she still has to be brought down a peg, having gone way too far off her leash, and you're happy to rein her back in now.
"Jefe's huge cock makes feel so fucking good!' Sombra screams. i and D.Va climb up onto her, kissing her back and forth, groping her tits. Emily and Tracer lean in from the back to kiss you, too, and all the focus is now on you rutting Sombra into oblivion. This is what you've needed to do for so long, but finally it's here, finally you can abandon all restraint and take charge in all the ways that you've needed to, and all she can do is take it like the bitch she is. Every noise she makes is one of hopeless ecstasy, whether that's an uninhibited cry of ecstasy or the muffled sound of her moaning through the kisses against her mouth. She's done for now, completely devoid of sense and restraint, and you feel proud of what you're able to do here, pushing on without control to make her yours like never before.
Sombra looks good put in her place. Cheeks flush, eyes cross, lips trembling. She's gorgeous, and it only reaffirms how much you love your bitchy hacker slave. You love all your girls, and you're going to prove it here, deciding that yeah, you're going to knock them all up tonight. Two have already begged it and you've tried to go for a third. You're doing this. It's what carries you hard forward as you slam down into her hole and let it all go. With hard groans of ecstasy, you pump her full of cum, make Sombra squeal and thrash under the wild ecstasy of being pushed to the limit. She's as loud and as hopeless as can be while you pump her full of cum, thanking you with a rapid vacillation between English and Spanish even more difficult to follow than normal.
You draw slowly back from Sombra's cream-filled pussy, cock twitching as you admire the sight of a tad hacker bitch lying whimpering on the bed. Lena and Emily don't let the mont sit, though, both diving in to start licking your cock clean, moaning and slobbering all over it.
"Master, I've been talking a lot to Lena," Emily whines. 'And I think the best present we can offer you is letting you knock up a pair of engaged lesbians right here and right now."
"I'm ready for you to breed ," Tracer whines.
Holy shit. Your night is far from over. You let them both fawn all over your cock while you admire how much of a sloppy ss Sombra's been reduced to, and wonder how you fell into a situation quite this lucky.
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The light catches your eye the way it does every morning, stirring you up as it crosses over from the window and hits you just right. Your eyes slowly creep up to awareness and open up for the strange surprise awaiting you, having no idea what's coming and learning your way through the warming surprise of what awaits you this morning. It's been the sa thing every morning for months, but what a fucking beautiful sight it is. All five of your pregnant slave wives are knelt around you, eyes wide, fingers clutching at the blankets. They're all awake to catch you in the morning, all wired ntally to have what's basically an alarm clock in their minds making them conscious first thing.
"Good morning, master," they all say in unison, save of course for Sombra and her use of 'jefe'.
They're all radiant and all glowing with a warming, pregnant delight. i is the most visible, then Sombra, with Emily and Tracer a few weeks behind the others and needing a bit more of a push. You're delighted by the sight of them all before you, wide-eyed and eager. You know what they want, too. Pregnancy has done nothing to make them any less horny. If anything, they're probably a bit more ravenous than usual, and as they kneel there to greet you, you know they're all after your dick.
"I made you so pancakes for breakfast," D.Va says, setting a tray down over your lap. She's gotten better at cooking the past few months. Her pancakes are amazing.
You realize as they all lean in for first morning kisses with you and stare hopeful at you, while also being a crazy handful to keep track of, that the search for more girls is over. Not just 'on hold' as it has been. Over. You have everything you could ever want with these five girls, and you can't possibly ask for anything more.
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