One thing led to another.

One minute John was eating out his first fiancée in the open area, the next he lay in a mountain of pillows, four women on top of him. The plush rear of the shadow spirit seated on his face usually would have robbed a man of his sight. All too lucky for John that he had a pair of deliberately dulled Ego Blades that could hover above the scene, functioning as his own multiple view cameras.

Knowing of his gaze, Siena rolled her hips even as his tongue penetrated her. The sinful hourglass shape of the midnight elemental was all for him to behold. Mouth agape, she let her monstrously long tongue loll out, a feast for his eyes while he tasted the umbral essence of her honeypot. Like night air, mixed with sweetness and a hint of spice, she filled his mouth. Cupping her breasts, she added her own little pleasures to the bliss of having his tongue working her sensitive areas. Every passing second was a testament to how good he was at this – a fact she indulged in manifold.

While Siena had the privileged position on his face, Aclysia and Metra rode his fingers. The weaponized maid was to his right, not skipping a beat in her venerating exclamations. “Master, oh, Master! Touch me more, if it pleases you!” Moans like this constantly flowed from the pink lips of the pale maid, her insides hot around his two digits despite her cold might.

The ancient weapon was to his left, although describing her as that in this moment would have been to give her more credit than she was due. “I hope this cunt pleases you,” the sex slave gasped, grinding against his palm. Broken in by his sexual expertise, the berserker that once had jumped and rode him in wild abandon now only dared to aggressively serve. Toned curves moved, her perfect midriff tensing, showing her abs for a few seconds then, before relaxing and being a wonderfully balanced level of athletic. Her physique was to kill for.

Aclysia and Metra found themselves pulled in by Siena, the shadow spirit reaching out to kiss one, then the other, then both, then watch them kiss, only for the play to begin anew. In an erotic and inhuman display, the tongues of Aclysia and Siena coiled around one another as they deeply made out. As if to repay Metra for her lack of ability to partake in that, Siena then kissed her thrice as long.

The three women moaned and trembled, Siena the most, the other two not far behind. Be it his fingers or his tongue, the Gamer knew how to please his haremettes. Sexual skills made him a universal threat, love and attention capable of coaxing exactly the sounds he wanted out of them. Metra and Aclysia gasped in desperation, kept at the edge of their release, never quite finding it. Siena laughed haughtily, the sound mingling with her orgasmic cries. Her, he would not deny.

As for the fourth woman on top of him, she was working his cock with slavish devotion. Momo’s eyes were glazed over, all of her will enthralled to one phrase, playing on repeat from her mind. ‘My Master is all that matters, I must suck his cock. My Master is all that matters, I must suck his cock. My Master is all that matters, I must suck his cock.’

‘And every time your lips touch the base of my cock, you cum.’ The order wormed its way into her subconscious, slotting right in with the rest of the active hypnotic suggestions. Unlike the mantra, she did not need to repeat this to herself. She did not need to repeat the mantra either, really, she just chose to do it because that was hottest to her. Hypnotism worked off her submission and fantasies, his order was just the reinforcing guidance.

Momo’s throat vibrated intensely around his cock, the ‘brainwashing’ kicking in. While her throat was no more sensitive than those of most haremettes, which was very by regular standards but paled in comparison to women like Lydia or Undine, the fairy maid had a VERY pliable mind. Even without the Perk that reinforced his hypnotic suggestions with the power of his orgasmic orders, she would have climaxed from it. John knew, he had tested this extensively.

The blowjob turned from venerating to rapid. Words were important, especially when dealing with such a fuckable mind. Seeking each individual orgasm, Momo was moving half the way up his shaft, before slamming her lips back down to get her next reward. John could have reworded, could have clarified, so that she wouldn't receive her rewards constantly.

Pouring oil on that fire was more fun.

‘Every time you trigger an orgasm by taking my cock all the way in, you get ten times more sensitive, your next orgasm ten times stronger.’ The numbers were overblown, but that did not matter. It was all in the realm of her fantasy. He could have said three, ten, a hundred, or even a million times stronger. He could have skipped the number altogether. Important was only that Momo’s brain chased feeling the way he wanted her to. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy, of sorts.

The blowjob turned into something else entirely. The mantra kept on repeating in her head. ‘My Master is all that matters, I must suck his cock. My Master is all that matters, I must suck his cock. My Master is all that matters, I must suck his cock.’ Her body meanwhile became entirely dedicated to taking in his cock.

It was a sight of delectable greed. Momo’s head bounced on his lap in almost controlled motions at first. Halfway up, then rapidly back down, as before. Within half a minute, ‘controlled’ left Momo’s treasure trove of acknowledged concepts. Her body quivered from orgasms going ever further beyond the reasonable. The round twin moons of her pale ass quivered endlessly. Any semblance of a technique melted away alongside her brain, as excessive amounts of pussy juice ran down her thighs.

There was no rhythm to her sucking him off anymore. Momo was using her own mouth as a sloppy hole, utterly dedicated to meeting the base of his cock over and over again. For a while, she screamed in pleasure. Eventually, the bliss got too much for even that. She was squirting on every bob now. All that mattered was him and she had to suck his cock.

The pleasure pushed her beyond mindless indulgence and to a point of multi-orgasmic clarity. Micro-trembles kept ravaging her every muscle fibre and control remained something she did not pretend to have. Her mind, however, was calm – an unsinkable raft swimming on an ocean of pink. She radiated utter dedication. If she had had a choice, she would have chosen to do exactly as her body was doing, stuffing her throat with his cock and climaxing with ever greater mental intensity. The wet spot around her knees was soaked beyond capacity.

‘Master is god, I must suck his cock. Master is god, I must suck his cock. Master is…’ The mantra continued, intensified just like her orgasms, in wording and emotion.

While the consensually brainwashed comfort hole brought herself to a religious epiphany, John continued to please the trio on top of him. Siena’s own cunt kept on gushing, the expert ministrations of his tongue mixing with her sadistic glee at watching Momo turn herself into an entity that existed only for erotic purposes. Metra’s and Aclysia’s cunts kept twitching around his finger whenever they caught a sight of it as well, for the opposite reasons, as they made very clear.

“Such proper venerations for Master,” Aclysia moaned.

“Fuck, I almost wish I was that mind broken,” Metra gasped in approval. “No thoughts at all, just a cock that I treat like it’s my god.”

‘Sounds like a challenge,’ John thought. ‘Could I break her pretty little brains a second time? Turn her into even more of a submissive?’

The question was left unanswered, interrupted by the rise of his own pleasure towards the zenith. Covered by gorgeous women, his cock getting polished like it was a prophetic relic, was a state that even the greatest man could only remain in for so long. Despite his approaching orgasm, Momo kept bouncing, too taken in by her need to worship to perform her ultimate duty.

Siena slumped forwards, putting both of her hands on the back of Momo’s head. Annoyance surged through the fairy, overpowered by the lust of being dominated, in turn overwritten by shock when she realized having nearly failed to act as a full cocksleeve at the moment of his orgasm. ‘Momo is a cumdump, Momo is a cumdump, silly Momo is a cumdump!’ she chastised herself endlessly in that brief moment between his shaft tensing and seed finally spurting down her throat.

The release was all the sweeter for the sight she offered. Pinned down to his crotch by the full weight of Siena, no amount of spasms that went through the cumdump’s body managed to move her lips even a centimetre off his groin – and spasms there were plenty. John’s semen filled the stomach of the bottom-heavy sex toy. Ecstasy had Momo balancing on her toes, her hips shooting up, her plump thighs tensing and trembling as if she was struggling under an immense weight.

Only the limits of her physical being kept the repeated squirting at the same level as her previous orgasms. That raft in her mind, she smashed to pieces herself, letting her mind fully drown in the moment. Le petit mort – the little death, as they called it – Momo experienced as the elimination of her ego. The state was continued by every spurt of (to her) divine semen filling her.

Siena’s orgasm was remarkably close in intensity. Biting her lower lip, her eyes struggled to remain focused. They wanted to roll up, but she needed to see Momo tremble, twitch, and quiver. That enormous rump of hers, third biggest in a harem full of bottom-heavy nymphos, remained firmly on top of John’s face, his tongue deep inside her folds. The midnight essence of the shadow spirit kept on gushing, covering his face.

Aclysia and Metra watched it all, still denied their own releases, and thankful for it. The touch of fingers would not bring them the joy that he wanted them to have in this moment. Desperation was such a sweeter spice, and their trembling breaths elevated his own mind-wiping bliss.

All good things had to come to an end. John’s orgasm ebbed away, leaving Siena to, with her own unsteady hands, guide Momo up and down to massage every last drop from his shaft. The shadow spirit was careful not to let the cumdump experience another orgasm by burrowing her nose in her Master’s crotch.

Siena swinging her legs off his face was the signal John got to sit up. Getting behind Momo, the black-haired shadow spirit dragged the still orgasmic fairy up. She kept sucking him until the very last moment. Her face was an utter mess of saliva mixed with his sexual fluids.

Kneeling across from her, John immediately received continued service by Aclysia and Metra. Sideways kisses on his shaft kept his erect manhood pleased. While they offered that little entertainment, John’s gaze swayed over to the other bed in the room.

There, Sylph, Hailey, Ehtra, and Scarlett were lined up against the wall. The four submissives were nicely folded, wrists and ankles connected above their heads by rope and metal bars. Gemstone-beset plugs stretched their backdoors, while wet cunts were simply exposed. Similarly, ball gags covered their mouths, but their eyes were open to follow what was happening.

Undine and Salamander were also on that second bed, entangled with each other in a harmonious unison of fire and water. They pleasured each other to the sight, currently taking a similar pause as John was. Since they did not enjoy being tied up as much, the duo was let loose like that.

The overseer of that side of the room was John’s very own first haremette. The feline Lightbearer licked her lips, her cunt still agape from the pounding she had received – the pounding that had led to this orgy starting in the first place. Since she had already gotten hers, she was happy to watch and make sure all of the bound submissives were appropriately comfortable. “That’s gotta be a new level of Momo breaking.”

“I definitely have done worse to her before,” John boasted. He would have taken a hand off either Aclysia or Metra, had Siena not squished Momo’s cheeks for him. Completely gooey still, the usually so bratty submissive was incapable of more than a giggle at the touch. The break was all about her riding out this hypnotism high. When John saw the first signs of returning sapience, he snapped his fingers and said, “Momo, Self Control.”

“Nnhhhhnoooooo,” the support whined, as if she had just lost something precious. “Oh fuck… oh fuck…” she added in a stammer, goosebumps showing all over her body. Not the first time that John watched her come back up and nearly orgasm from recalling things with actual brain capacity. “Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed. “Put me back under!”

John smirked, but chastised her, “That’s no way to talk to your Master.”

“Please, please, please, put me back under!” Momo begged immediately. “Please use me more, Master, please!” She added the most adorable pout in her arsenal. Someone was in a very breakable mood.

A click of his fingers. “Momo, Mind Control.” The three words put the previous commands back in place. He had not Cleansed them, just put them on hold. The Gamer did clear out the previous blowjob focus though. She had gotten her turn on that. Courtesy of the mental connection, John could ‘mind control’ her with his actual mind, but for the scene and for the other participants it was often more satisfying to speak things aloud. “I’m your god, Momo, yes?”

“Yes, Master is god,” Momo answered slavishly.

“If I am god, Siena is one of my angels.”

The mention made the sadistic shadow spirit smirk. It grew further into a grin when Momo nodded in full agreement. “Siena is an angel.”

“Weirdest things I ever he- I deeply apologize, Master!” Metra started, then bowed her head deeply when he gave her a reprimanding glare. Feeling especially dominant at the moment, John put a foot on the back of her head and pushed her all the way down into a prostration. It sent a complicated web of emotions through the blonde. Excitement, humiliation, protest, agreement, confusion and delight, all of them swirling together. A sex slave she was, albeit an opinionated one.

Aclysia eagerly picked up the slack. A pull on her horns gave her the full privilege of taking his cock in her throat. To the sound of the hungry slurping of the obedient maid, John finished the programming. “You should obey Siena as you obey me. Her words are my words. You are under her control like you are under my control.”

“Under her control…” Momo mumbled dreamily.

“Do with her as you please,” John told the shadow spirit.

Siena’s fingers trailed down the midriff of the white-haired woman. “Let all of that accumulated desire and sensitivity come back to you… and let it be released each and every time my tongue touches your cunt.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Momo swooned.

“Would you be done with me, my saviour?” Siena’s eyes, like moons in a celestial mist, beheld John longingly. “Or would you be interested in a chain of lust?”

The answer to that was clear.