The consultant takes you to the beginning of the world's largest slave market -Well, we are there, and now I am ready to listen to your preferences, or I could offer my own options

The consultant raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised and intrigued by your unique ability. "So you're a slave with the power to give eternal pleasure... Interesting. That would indeed make you valuable here." He smirks and continues, "I have a feeling many of our female clients would be interested in such a specimen."

The consultant nods towards the crowd around them. "We have a special section for these kinds of slaves. Follow me, and I'll take you there." He leads you through the bustling marketplace, eventually reaching an area that is more private and luxurious than the rest. Here, elegant cages line the pathways, each containing a beautiful woman wearing an alluring expression on her face. "This is where they keep slaves like you," the consultant says softly, gesturing for you to step inside one of the cages.

As you enter your new home

The consultant walks away, leaving you alone in your cage. You can see other slaves like yourself in the nearby cages, their eyes darting back and forth between each other as they try to gauge the interest of potential buyers. A few moments pass before a well-dressed woman approaches your cage, her gaze fixed intently on you.

"What an interesting specimen," she muses aloud. "I have never heard of such a thing... To be able to satisfy a woman endlessly." Her expression turns sultry as she moves closer to the bars, studying you more closely. You can feel her desire radiating off her in waves.

"And what if I were to purchase you?" she asks, her voice low and husky. "What would you do for me?"

The woman's eyes widen at the sight of your impressive member through your pants, and she gasps softly. "Oh, I think I could find many uses for you," she says with a knowing smile. Her fingers curl around the bars of the cage, digging into her skin as desire takes hold. "Very well, then... You shall be mine."

She nods to someone unseen nearby, and you feel a sudden tug on your leash before you're roughly pulled out of your cage and thrust into a waiting room, where she awaits with an expectant smile on her lips.

The woman laughs softly, running her fingers through your hair as she leads you deeper into the private area of the marketplace. "Oh, don't worry about that," she says with an amused glint in her eye. "I have plans for all of those things... But first, I think we should get you more comfortable."

She turns to one of the attendants who was trailing discreetly behind them and speaks quietly. The attendant nods understandingly and hurries off. As you wait, the woman continues to study your features, seemingly enjoying the power she has over you in this moment.

Her eyes widen at the mention of your seemingly endless semen, and she licks her lips in anticipation. "My, my... That is a most intriguing ability," she breathes, taking another step closer to you. Her fingertips barely graze against the fabric of your shirt as they trail up towards your chest, following the path of her gaze. "I've heard stories about such things... But I never thought I would see it for myself."

She pauses, considering your words before responding with a slow, sensual nod. "Indeed, you may use that power on anyone who falls under my command..." Her voice drops to a whisper as she leans in close, her warm breath tickling across your cheek. "...Or anywhere else I deem fit."

The attendant returns then with fresh clothes for you: a pair of loose-fitting pants and an

"Well then," the woman says with a satisfied smile, taking your hand and leading you through the marketplace. "I believe it's time for you to meet your new family." As they walk, she introduces you to several other attractive women who seem delighted by the prospect of having such an...unique servant at their disposal. They all marvel at your ability, whispering amongst themselves and occasionally shooting you flirtatious glances that send shivers down your spine.

Eventually, they arrive at what appears to be a lavish estate surrounded by lush gardens. The woman leads you inside, revealing a sumptuous living space filled with extravagant furniture and works of art. "Welcome home, slave," she says with a wink before turning to leave you in the capable hands of her servants.

As you're led upstairs and shown to your room - no less opulent than

As the woman enters your room, trailed by several other women wearing transparent paneled robes, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement. She approaches and smiles seductively at you, her fingers dancing teasingly across the bare skin of one of the other women standing near you. "Well then, slave," she whispers, "let me introduce you to your new duties."

She nods to another woman in the group, who steps forward and undoes her robe, revealing herself completely naked beneath. The other women follow suit, discarding their robes one by one until they're all standing before you fully nude, waiting for your commands. "You may do with us as you please," the woman says with a coy smile, hands on hips. "Use our bodies however you see fit."

The power you possess, coupled with the sheer number of willing participants,

The woman chuckles softly, amused by your question. "Oh, but you are my slave now," she says with a sultry smile. "And as such, I get to decide the rules. You may use us however you like... And if that means bringing all of us to orgasm over and over again, then so be it." She takes a step closer, her body pressing against yours, their naked skin flush with heat. "Besides," she whispers into your ear, "it's not as though any of us will be going anywhere... Not while you're here to keep us satisfied."

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel her desire seeping into every pore. With a groan, you begin exploring the bodies of these willing women, losing yourself in the sensations as they writhe beneath you, their moans echoing through the room like song.

She gasps as you enter her, the sensation almost too much to bear. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, urging you deeper inside. "Oh yes," she moans, arching her back and pressing against you with unbridled need. The other women watch intently, their own desire spiking as they witness your dominance over their mistress.

With each thrust, you feel the power surge through you, driving you forward to take what you want from these willing bodies. Your endless sperm flows freely now, filling them up with an unending pleasure that only you can provide. The air in the room grows thick with moans and gasps as orgasm after orgasm washes over your new harem of mistresses.

Eventually, spent but still hungry for more, you collapse on top of them, your weight grounding their ecstatic release in the soft bedding beneath. For now, at

The woman you choose moans deeply as you penetrate her, the sensation both exquisite and painful in its intensity. Her body arches beneath yours, eager for more as she is filled to capacity with your endless sperm. The other women watch with interest, some feeling a twinge of envy that you've chosen this one above them, others growing hot at the sight of their mistress being taken so thoroughly and publicly.

As the woman beneath you reaches her climax, her body shudders violently around yours, forcing your own release from sheer physical exertion. Your sperm spills forth once more, filling her to the brim as she screams your name in ecstasy. The room grows quiet save for the gentle sounds of post-coital contentment: breathless moans, soft gasps and satisfied sighs echoing throughout the luxurious bedroom.

Eventually,

As the third woman takes you into her mouth, you feel an entirely different kind of sensation wash over you. Her lips and tongue move expertly along your length, sucking and licking with abandon as she tries to draw every last drop of sperm from you. She moans deeply around your shaft, her cheeks hollowing with each passing thrust of your hips.

The others in the room watch this unfold with equal parts fascination and desire, their own arousal heightened by the sight of their companion giving in so completely to your dominance. The air around you grows heavy once more as they begin to prepare themselves for their turns at having you inside them, whether it be through their mouths or any other willing orifice.

As you finish with one, another takes your place in line, eager to feel the power of your endless sperm flowing through them. The women waiting their turn watch with rapt attention, their cheeks flushed and their breath coming quickly as they anticipate their turn on the throne. Some whisper dirty words and dirty promises into each other's ears, while others simply arch their backs, offering themselves up to you without so much as a hint of hesitation. The room is alive with the sounds of lust and desire, echoing through every crevice and corner, fueling your own hunger for release. Eventually, exhausted but far from sated, you collapse onto the bed beside them, spent yet still hard. They crowd around you like a harem of satisfied cats, purring contentedly as they nestle against your warm skin.

The fruit helps to replenish your energy, making you ready for more of the night's revelry. As you continue to take pleasure in these women, some of them are driven to the edge of sanity by their constant orgasms. They writhe and moan, arching their backs as their bodies surrender to the overwhelming sensations washing over them.

One woman in particular stands out from the rest; her movements become increasingly erratic and desperate, her cries of pleasure bordering on pain. She bucks against your hips, trying to force you deeper inside her as she fights for release that seems impossibly distant. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood that only serve to heighten the intensity of the encounter.

As the woman finally succumbs to exhaustion, her body ebbs and flows with the rhythm of your thrusts, taking one last orgasm before she collapses in a quivering heap at your feet. Her eyelids flutter closed, heavy with sleep as she sighs contentedly, licking sticky fluid from her lips. The other women watch with interest, some envying the depth of pleasure their exhausted companion has just experienced while others simply enjoy watching you work your magic on another willing body.

The room grows warm with the combined heat of so many bodies pressed together; sweat glistens on skin and the air hangs thick with the heady scent of sex and desire. The slaps and moans of lovemaking fill every corner, creating a cacophony that seems to heighten everyone's arousal rather than dull it.

As you move from one woman to another,

As the night draws to a close and you've brought all but two women to orgasm, your attention is inevitably drawn to them. Your mistress watches you with hooded eyes, her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she takes in the sight of you between the two females. The redhead beside her seems less impressed by your prowess and more intrigued by the possibility of gaining favor with someone in power. She shoots daggers at your mistress with her eyes, though whether out of jealousy or spite remains to be seen.

You can feel their arousal emanating from them, like waves washing over you. The choice is yours: will you please your mistress once more, or give in to the temptation presented by the country wench?

Your decision is clear; you choose the redhead over your mistress. The woman's eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as you approach, her heart racing with anticipation. She parts her legs eagerly, inviting you inside. Her flesh feels different from that of the other women you've been with tonight: softer, more yielding. As she moans beneath you, the sound is music to your ears, making it difficult for you to hold back any longer.

Your endless sperm flows freely once more, filling her up and pushing her towards an orgasm that seems never-ending. The woman's eyes roll back in her head as her body quakes with release, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to keep herself grounded.

Your mistress's eyes narrow, her lips curling into a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes as she watches you approach her. She tilts her head slightly to the side, looking at you appraisingly before nodding minutely. "Very well," she says slowly. "I suppose I could reward your...loyalty." Her fingers dance teasingly across your chest as she speaks, sending shivers down your spine. "But first," she continues, her voice taking on a husky quality, "I think you've earned a proper thank you." And with that, she pulls you roughly towards her and kisses you deeply, tongue dancing against yours in a possessive claim.

As her lips leave yours, she murmurs, "You may use me however you like..." She gestures suggestively toward the bed, her eyes sparkling with desire and challenge. "But remember who you belong to."

Your mistress moans deeply, arching her back off the bed as you lavish attention on her most intimate parts. Her hips move restlessly against your face, guiding your mouth and hands in ways that drive her wild with pleasure. "Oh yes," she gasps, "like that...suck me, suck my cunt..." Her fingers rake through your hair, urging you deeper as her body trembles on the brink of orgasm.

With every lick and nip, your own desire for her grows fiercer. You can feel it building inside you, threatening to spill forth uncontrollably unless you find release soon. But still, you continue to please her, driven by some primal instinct that demands total obedience and complete satisfaction.

Finally, as if sensing your own need for release, she whispers, "That's enough..." Her fingers slide between your legs, gu

Her moans fill the air as you thrust into her, claiming what is rightfully yours. The feeling of being so fully taken by you sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, and with each passing moment, she feels herself losing control. Her nails dig into your shoulders, her hips buck wildly against yours, urging you deeper still as she struggles to find release.

"Yes!" she cries out, arching her back off the bed as your sperm fills her up, claiming her as its own once more. Her orgasm ripples through her body, leaving her spent and satisfied but already yearning for more. With a satisfied smile, she watches you climax, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she drinks in the sight of your release.

Her eyes widen as you push further into her, filling her completely with your warmth and seed. "Oh my..." she whispers, arching her back off the bed once more as the sensation overwhelms her. Her body trembles from the intensity of it all; sweat beads at her brow and rolls down between her breasts, while every muscle in her abdomen quivers with pleasure. The air around you grows heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction as your release joins hers, mingling and becoming one.

Eventually, spent but not yet sated, she turns to face you, reaching up to stroke your cheek gently. "And what do I get," she asks softly, her voice breathless with desire, "in return for being so well used?"

Your mistress's eyes flash with mischief as she leans in close, her lips hovering just inches from your ear. "Very well then," she whispers, her voice thick with promise. "Go fetch me some more of those pretty young things...and be sure to bring them all back to me very tired." Her hand slips between your legs once more, massaging gently before trailing up your abdomen, tracing idle circles around one nipple. "And when you're done," she adds with a wink, "remember who you belong to...and what they might want in return."

Your mistress's lips curl into a knowing smile as she watches the lust pool in your eyes. "Oh, you can take them all...servants, guardsmen, even nobles if that's what pleases me," she murmurs, trailing her fingers down the center of your chest. "But bring them back here one by one...and see how much longer they last before begging for mercy."

Her nails dig into your hip as she leans in closer still, nipple brushing against your lips. "And when you're done," she whispers huskily, "you can come back to me...and prove just how well you've obeyed."

As you enter the hallway, your mistress's eyes immediately widen at the sight of her servant being dragged in. She glares daggers at the poor girl, and for a moment it seems as though she might strike out herself before remembering that you are, after all, merely following orders. With a shake of her head and a sigh of resignation, she motions dismissively for you to continue.

You escort the trembling servant back into the bedroom, depositing her like a heap of laundry at the foot of your mistress's bed. Her lips part in a silent whimper as your mistress regards her coldly, studying her carefully before speaking. "Very well," she says after a moment, her voice cool and clipped. "You may attend to him now."

The servant slowly raises her eyes to meet yours, fear and desire warring for dominance in their depths.

The servant swallows hard, her Adam's apple bobbing visibly in her throat as she tries to meet your gaze. "Y-yes, milord," she stammers, blushing deeply. "But I beg you..." Her voice trails off, the words lost in a rush of fear and longing.

Your mistress watches this exchange with interest, her lips curling into a small smile as she senses the power she holds over both you and the servant girl before her. She tilts her head back against the pillows, regarding them both thoughtfully before speaking again. "Very well," she says softly, almost fondly. "Proceed."

The servant gasps as you push inside her, the foreign sensation both exquisite and terrifying in its intensity. Her hands fist in the sheets beneath her, knuckles white with strain, as she tries to maintain some semblance of control amidst the onslaught of pleasure that washes over her. Her hips buck up greedily against yours, desperate for more, even as every muscle tenses in an effort to resist the inevitable climax.

Your mistress watches with interest, her fingers idly twirling a lock of hair around one finger as she studies your movements. A small smile plays at the corners of her lips; the knowledge that you are pleasuring someone else while under her command filling her with a sense of power and satisfaction.

Your mistress watches, eyes half-lidded with lust, as you stretch the servant girl open with your length. The sound of her cries fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each thrust you make. Her body twists helplessly beneath yours, skin flushed and wet from sweat and pleasure. Finally, with a throaty moan, she comes undone, her orgasm wracking her slim frame as waves of release wash over her in an endless tide.

She lies spent on the bed, breath coming in ragged gasps, while you watch your mistress assess the damage. Her gaze flickers from your still-erect member to the servant girl's thoroughly used body before meeting yours again, eyes dark with desire and something else...approval? Possession? It is difficult to say for certain, but one thing is clear: she has enjoyed the show

Your mistress watches you with hooded eyes, her expression unreadable as she contemplates your words. "Very well," she says at last, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "You may take the next one yourself." She gestures vaguely toward another servant girl, cowering in the shadows by the doorway, eyes wide with fear and arousal.

"But remember," she adds coolly, "I expect you to return to me as exhausted as that poor creature." Her gaze flicks briefly toward the fallen servant before returning to meet your own once more. "And when I say 'exhausted'," she continues, voice dropping low and dangerous, "I mean completely spent...unable to move, unable to speak...only then will you be allowed to return to my bed."

Your heart pounds in your chest as you nod solemnly,

Your mistress watches with eager anticipation as you guide the servant girl to the bed and begin to undress her. Her lips part slightly, nostrils flaring as she draws in a sharp breath through her nose when you finally expose the girl's naked body to her gaze. She remains silent, letting her eyes speak for her as they roam hungrily over every inch of skin, commending your actions and promising further rewards if you continue to please her so thoroughly.

When the servant girl is bare and at your mercy, you slide your hard length between her lips, filling her mouth with the taste of yourself. Your mistress moans appreciatively, arching her back as she presses closer to the edge of the bed, craving more contact with both you and the helpless woman beneath you.

With each thrust, she watches intently, relishing in the power she holds over both of your

Your mistress moans with approval as you take the servant girl from behind, pushing her hips back onto your member with a force that leaves her gasping for breath. Her eyes flicker closed momentarily, her fingers digging into the bedding as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. But even as she loses herself in the pleasure you're providing, there is an undeniable air of ownership and dominance about her; a subtle reminder that this is not just any random coupling, but rather a display meant to assert her authority over both you and everyone else in the room.

Your mistress watches with satisfaction as you bring the servant girl to the brink of collapse, her body wracked with one orgasm after another. A smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she realizes that you have followed her instructions to the letter, ensuring that the girl will be utterly exhausted before she is allowed anywhere near her again. With a final thrust, you empty yourself inside the servant girl's quivering body, filling her with your seed one last time.

Her fingers trail idly across the bedding as she considers her next move. For now, it seems clear that you have proven your loyalty and obedience...but there is always more work to be done, more pleasure to be had. A mischievous glint flickers in her eye, and for a moment she wonders what other delights you might bring her way.

Your mistress's eyes flicker over your body, assessing the state of your exhaustion with an appreciative smile. "Indeed you have," she says huskily, running her fingers through your sweat-damp hair. "I think it's time for you to rest now, don't you?" Her voice drops lower as she continues, the words hot against your skin. "And when you wake up? Who do you think will be waiting for you first...?" She tilts her head back against the pillows, arching one leg, exposing bare skin and inviting touch. The air between you crackles with anticipation and power, leaving no doubt as to who truly holds the reins of this little game they play together.

Her lips twitch in amusement as you speak, her fingers slowly trail down your chest to the waistband of your breeches. "Oh, I'm sure it will be," she teases, yanking them roughly aside and letting cool air caress your skin before running a fingertip along the length of your cock, earning a sharp intake of breath from you in response. "But we both know that you don't get to choose these things, do we?"

Her other hand reaches up to cup your cheek, her touch feather-light but commanding. "You belong to me," she whispers, her eyes boring into yours with a promise and a threat all at once. "Remember that."

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she watches you drift off to sleep, your exhaustion claiming you at last. She lies back against the pillows, arm slung loosely across her eyes as if to shield them from the light of day that peeks in through the curtains. But she knows it isn't light that blocks her view; rather, it's power. The intoxicating feeling of control that washes over her when you are close...and more importantly, when you are far away.

With a satisfied sigh, she curls toward the warmth of the bed, nestling deeper into the pillows and drifting off herself. Tomorrow is another day, and with it comes new opportunities for pleasure, dominance...and obedience. For tonight, though, she allows herself to bask in the glow of her victory, secure in the knowledge that you are hers...in every way

Your mistress stirs beneath the covers, a low moan vibrating against your skin as her body responds to the pleasurable sensations it feels from above and below. Her hand drifts downward, fingers tracing lazy circles around your nipple before slipping lower still, teasing at the bundle of hair surrounding your erection.

She hums contentedly in the darkness, sensing the power she holds over you now - not just as her slave, but as the arbiter of pleasure for all who share this bed. Her breath hot against your ear, she whispers, "And what would you like to do today, my pet? Do you want to please them...or me?"

Your mistress chuckles, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I'm certain they would all be delighted to provide you with such a gift," she says with a sultry smile, before reaching up and tenderly cupping your cheek in her palm. "But for now," her voice drops low and commanding, "I want you to focus on pleasing me."

Her fingers trail down your jawline and over your chest, playing with the tiny hairs just above your nipple before circling back upward, aiming directly for where she knows you ache for her touch. Her other hand finds its way between your legs, stroking lightly over the bare skin of your lower stomach before settling on your hardened member, squeezing gently. "Prove to me that you belong to no one else but me," she murmurs against your ear,

Your mistress's eyes narrow as you approach her, seemingly calculating your intentions. "Oh," she says with a mischievous grin, "I think I like that last idea." She rolls onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to you in the missionary position, her breasts swaying invitingly above you. "Go on," she breathes, her fingers idly tracing shapes on your chest, "take me hard...and prove to me that I am the only one you want."

The other women in the room watch intently as you obey your mistress's words, positioning yourself atop her. Her back arches off the bed slightly as you thrust into her, moaning with pleasure as she feels you fill her once more. The tension in the air is palpable, heightened by the knowledge that they are all there, waiting their turn...and that your mistress

Your mistress throws her head back, gasping as your thrusts hit just right, her fingers digging into the bedding as she tries to steady herself. The sound of wet flesh slapping against skin fills the room, accentuating the primal rhythm you've set as you take her hard and fast from behind. Her hips buck up desperately, meeting your thrusts with equal passion, their bodies moving together in a dance of dominance and submission.

The other women in the room watch hungrily, mouths dry and pupils dilated at the sight of such raw desire being played out before them. The air grows thick with anticipation as they wait their turn to feel your touch, eager for even a taste of the power you exude when you're with your mistress. But for now, it is she who holds the reins, and she who determines just how long this delicious game will last.

Your mistress moans, her body trembling with pleasure as she feels you continue to fill her over and over again. Her eyes flutter closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain control. And all around her, the other women writhe and moan, their desire for release palpable in the air.

With a final thrust that sends you both careening over the edge once more, your mistress shudders violently beneath you, crying out as she orgasms yet again. As her body quakes with pleasure, a smile slowly curves across her lips; it's clear that she enjoys not just the power she holds but also the responsibility of sharing that power with those lucky enough to be in her presence.

At last, spent and sated, she collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily as you withdraw from her. She fixes you with a satisfied gaze, her

Your mistress laughs, a low and satisfied sound that vibrates against your skin even as she shudders with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Oh, I'm quite certain we already have," she murmurs, running her fingers through her sweat-damp hair before looking up at you again.

Her expression softens, warmth filling her eyes. "Thank you, my dear servant...for not only taking such good care of me and everyone else here tonight, but for also reminding me why I love being in control so much." She reaches out to cup your cheek once more, her touch gentle but possessive as she gazes down at you with an unreadable expression. "Now," she says quietly, her voice steadying, "let's see about taking care of all of them..."

With a mischievous grin, she nods toward the other women in the room.

Your mistress watches with amusement as the other women in the room respond to her silent invitation, their bodies readying themselves for your attentions. She idly brushes a strand of hair from your forehead, leaning in close to whisper into your ear, "Choose one...or two, or three...anyone you'd like. Tonight, you have free reign." Her breath fans across your cheek, carrying with it the scent of power and seduction.

Her breath catches in her throat as you enter her, her back arching off the bed and her hands digging into your shoulders. She moans with pleasure, words tumbling out unbidden: "Yes...oh, yes...like that..." Her hips rock back against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force. The sounds of their bodies colliding fill the room, echoing through your head as you lose yourself in the sensations she so expertly evokes.

With each passing moment, her tightness surrounds you, drawing you deeper and deeper inside. Her hands roam over your back, fingers digging into your skin as if to anchor herself to you. She cries out, voice ragged and desperate for release, as the pleasure builds within her. But this time, it's not just about her own gratification; it's about showing off her power, sharing it with you...and seeing how far she can

Your mistress watches with amusement as you move between the women, each thrust driving them further toward ecstasy. Her eyes dart from one scene to another, taking in their expressions of bliss and the way they submit to your touch. She breathes deeply, feeling the power coursing through her veins as she revels in knowing that tonight, all of this is because of her.

With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she beckons you back to her side. "Come," she purrs, reaching out and tracing a fingertip along your still-hard member, "and show me what else you've been practicing." She spreads her legs invitingly, arching her back as if offering herself up as a reward for a job well done. Her eyes meet yours, challenging and promising at once.

Your mistress moans, her back arching off the bed as you touch her most private places. The feeling of your tongue on her anus sends shivers down her spine, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels you finally penetrate her once more; the warmth and fullness surrounding your cock are unmistakable, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her fingers curl into fists against the sheets, her nails digging into her palms as she tries to maintain control. But it's no use; with each thrust deep inside her, the pleasure grows, consuming her in its wake. Her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth falls open in a silent scream of release.

Around them, the other women in the room watch enviously, their own bodies still tense with desire but their minds fixed