A long range teleport, a short range teleporter and a quick coffee to give Wendy at least some energy later, John arrived in his play room. Of course, that was just a nicer sounding term for the place they kept all of the sex toys. There were several beds in one corner, a shower area in another and shelves upon shelves of orderly assorted gags, dildos, ropes and all other kinds of depraved equipment along the walls. Scattered about the rest of the room were sexual ‘torture’ devices that put whoever was confined in them in equally unnatural and erotic positions. They were assistance, for when dangling the girls from chains on the ceiling wasn’t enough to satisfy his creative desires of that day.

In the middle of the room, two modified loungers had been put up. They had the typical soft surface known from massage parlours, but the frame had been reinforced. Lots of wooden and metal bits were attached, all designed specifically to hold the ropes Jack was currently tying in place. Already naked, the Gamer’s second body was currently putting the finishing touches on Scarlett’s confinements. The technomancer was slightly less nude, wearing a pair of stockings and a ball gag.

Wendy whistled in an impressed fashion, while looking around. John didn’t give her a lot of time to take it all in. He had only taken two steps on the smooth, soft floor when he smacked the redhead’s bouncy ass. The skirt of her white-blue striped dress made the sound of the impact less satisfying. The feeling, however, was fantastic. As was the surprised gasp she let out along with it. “The fu-“ she started, but was interrupted by him grabbing one of her twin tails and pulling her against his chest. Beatrice closed the door behind them.

Holding her by butt and hair, clawing into both with dominant intent, the Gamer stared down into her blue eyes. “When you’re my guest in this room, the first thing you do is strip,” he told the sassy, slutty fast food goddess. “Remember that, if you want me to invite you here again. This is a privilege for someone who isn’t part of my harem.”

“It’s a privilege for anyone to tap my butt,” Wendy returned.

“I already compensate you for that with this…” The Gamer pushed her away with just enough force to fall down. Between the roundness of her ass and the sex-friendly consistency of the floor, she wouldn’t be hurt – her Endurance as a goddess (non-combat or not) aside. The moment she looked up to him to remark something sassy, he had already tapped the button to undress himself.

The sight of his naked body left her speechless for a moment. He wasn’t a giant, but he was quite tall and his muscles well-defined. Since raising Charisma to 100 had finally gotten him out of the ‘lean’ category, he was the very embodiment of a young and virile man. Most of his skin was smooth and of an equally distributed, light tan. Only the few scars that Gamer’s Body couldn’t erase interrupted that image. The bite mark on the left side of his neck and the red lines on his lower right arm that looked like shadows of his bones, they were born of unfortunate circumstances. The dark blue marks on his fingers were another interruption, but something with a jovial origin and outside of where the female gaze usually wandered.

Wendy’s eyes went from his brown eyes down his abs and got stuck on his rather large cock. It wasn’t an inhumanely oversized member. It was girthy and twenty centimetres long, definitely impressive but nothing that had to worry most women. Combined with John’s legendary sexual ability and perseverance, it was a tool to make those females he had interest in cum their brains out.

“Hamena, hamena.” Wendy forgot her sass and opened her mouth as if offering herself for a blowjob. She was more submissive this time around than in their previous sexual encounter. Likely because she now knew what exactly awaited her when he got to do what she wanted. Suddenly, she shut her mouth and shook her head. “Uhm, uh, yeah, stripping, give me a second.”

John hadn’t expected her dress to just vanish, accompanied by a sound that reminded him of oil in a frying pan, but that was exactly what happened. Although her dress and panties were gone, the red-white thigh-highs, the red garter belt and the arm warmers still hid part of her limbs. The blue ribbons at the end of her twin tails were also still there, but John saw those less as part of her outfit and more as part of who she really was anyway. Wendy would have felt almost as incomplete without her braids as she would have without the freckles that covered her face, shoulders and part of her C-cup breasts.

“Much better.” John grinned and helped her back up.

“Figured you were in THAT mood, ‘master’,” Wendy pointed out with a nod towards Scarlett. At first, the fast food goddess returned his smile in a mischievous way, then she looked past his shoulder. “Why’re your monochrome maids glaring at me?”

“They don’t like it when someone uses that title sarcastically,” the Gamer responded and guided Wendy towards the second lounger. “And neither do I. I let you get away with it because you’re charming.” He put on his dom voice, “Don’t make a habit out of it, especially not here.” He didn’t give Wendy a chance for a sassy answer. Suddenly, he claimed her lips. Keeping her confined through kiss and embrace, he manoeuvred the redhead onto the lounger.

He kept her pinned down. Greedily, he devoured the taste of her lips. She tasted hot and spicy, like a fresh curry. It was odd as always, but delicious regardless. His cock was grinding against her pussy lips. They were only slightly wet when they first touched, but precum and love juices were oozing continuously. Wendy moaned into his mouth, clearly ready for him to push inside. Her legs threatened to close behind his hips.

Before it could actually happen, Aclysia, Beatrice and Jack all moved in to expertly wrap bindings around Wendy’s limbs. Once everything was in place, John pulled back and looked at the piece of art. Her hands were cuffed together at the wrists and secured by three different ropes, with her legs parted in a basic V-shape. The bindings were looser and more flexible than what John usually employed. Today wasn’t about restricting movement, but about seeing the girls writhe under an unusual treatment. The ropes he did put on were just there to cater to his controlling side.

“Aclysia, you will assist me with Wendy,” Jack said, while John walked over to Scarlett. The hand of his real body brushed up the technomancer’s lithe curves, travelled over the shallow rise of her nearly flat breasts and went up to her soft lips. The way they spread around the ball gag was enticing, but John wanted to hear her moan. It had only been there to ‘sweeten’ up the waiting time, so he quickly removed it.

“Happy to see me?” asked John and got rolled eyes in response. Grabbing her by the throat, the Gamer gave the androgynous beauty a little bit of choking as punishment. “Beatrice, you will help me with Scarlett,” he assigned the last role in the room. Dutifully, the maids bowed and individually took their places. “Give me a shard,” John commanded, with Jack echoing the order.

What both bodies of him were handed was clear as crystal and as cold as the winter. A piece of flawless ice, only the slightly blue tinge differentiated it from regular frozen water or glass. John actually had to test if the edges weren’t too sharp before he was comfortable to use it. When it failed to cut into his hand, he was appeased.

They were pieces mined from the True Ice Peaks, the Building located on the Water Island. The maids carried them around for the obvious purpose of cooling drinks, while John had waited for a time to use them in a sexual way. He had heard it was an interesting experience and he was all about new and creative ways of causing women to fall into orgasmic trances.

Scarlett and Eliza were his go-to pair for testing things like this out. While Scarlett had happily tagged along on the suggestion, John hadn’t even bothered asking Eliza. When it came to plays that involved cold water, the blood mage always tapped out. It reminded her too much of the tank. She didn’t (usually) get a panic attack anymore, but it just killed the mood for her. As a caring sadist, he respected the boundaries.

In the pleasant present, the Gamer took the shards and witnessed both maids getting hit by the reward of obedience. Beatrice blushed and moaned, wiggling her heavy bottom, but otherwise kept her composure. Aclysia became beet red, bit her lower lip and let out an elongated, throaty sigh. She had to support herself on the edge of the lounger to remain standing while she was brought to the very edge of orgasm. The synergy between his Charisma-Libido and her Sex Servant Perk created some explosive results. John could have made her cum with the ease of a single touch or word.

As a loving sadist, he decided to instead limit her and Beatrice’s ability to orgasm for the moment and voice a new command, “Stand by.” Both of them started to squirm, one much heavier than the other. The on-going order would continue to bring them slight pleasure for as long as they obeyed. To add insult to injury, Jack gave Aclysia a slap on her magnificent ass. Pussy juice dripped on the floor as she shouted his title in veneration.

Over at Scarlett’s side, John didn’t have an empty hand to give Beatrice the same tap. Only now, he lifted his hand off the technomancer’s throat and allowed her to breathe freely. “Fucking hell, are you going to start today with this?” she asked, after swallowing heavily.

“What she said!” Wendy supported the sentiment, impatiently staring at the closer of his cocks. Although the Gamer was extremely horny, he hadn’t done more than the little grinding against the fast food goddess’ pussy. For some reason, he felt very much like building up towards his first release of the day.

“If you’re that eager to get started,” John mused and lowered the shards to his victims’ bodies. He started at a simple area: the midriff. The touch of the ice had both of them tense for a moment. Audible breaths accompanied the smooth gliding of the objects over their skin. The movement was lubricated by the slow melting and left nice, wet trails. Occasionally, drops would form and pearl down their sides, like condensing water on glasses of cooled champagne. In the red-tinged twilight of the room, it was a delighting sight.

John’s hands moved in random patterns, while he observed their reactions. The cold touch had the two opinionated women in silent attention. They shivered when he kept circling over their curves, careful not to dwell on any area for too long and allowing them to get used to the cold. The shivers intensified when he moved towards their private areas.

He went towards Wendy’s breasts. The little depression the ice pressed into the squishy tissue was a treat. More rewarding was the moan she gave when he circled her nipples. He went towards Scarlett’s pussy. The ice slipped over her clit and drew gooey strands behind it. Scarlett inhaled sharply, a sound John initially took as displeasure, but soon was released in a long sigh of lust.

Motivated to do something more, John pushed the ice a little bit into her. The heat of her pussy seeped into his cold fingers as he went as far as he could without losing hold of the slippery, shrinking object. Soon enough, the heat was sapped from her flesh.

“Really craving something hot now,” Scarlett gasped. The insinuation was obvious and John was interested just how far that craving went. However, he wasn’t willing to use his cock quite yet. “Beatrice, oblige her,” he commanded, and the passive maid bowed down in response. Extending her tongue, she methodically pleased the technomancer’s pussy.

Jack was fascinated by just how hard Wendy’s nipples became. Arousal was one thing the Gamer frequently caused, but the cold had a very consolidating effect. They also caused a level of numbness, it appeared, that soon made the touch of the true ice dull. “Can’t you come up with something more fun?” Wendy whined will writhing wantonly. “I get that you want to freeze this delicious treat, but I’ve been promised some ecstasy here!”

“Aclysia, warm up her tits for me,” Jack ordered and thought about how to oblige the sassy goddess. Over on the other table, Scarlett let out a series of delighted sounds, her hips rising from the table and pressing against Beatrice’s mouth. Wendy had a similar, if less intense, reaction to Aclysia’s hot tongue following the watery trails.

‘The ice is good for teasing, but it’s not itself a source of a lot of pleasure,’ John summarized his current findings, looking at what remained of the true ice in his hand. Even though it did so slower, it did melt, and about half of it was gone at this point. The shard Jack was holding was a fair bit larger, but that wasn’t surprising given what he had done with it. The initial enthusiasm of both redheads was slowly calming to the normal sounds of lust. ‘It’s really the interplay between hot and cold that leads to things being exciting… in that case…’

With both bodies, he pinned the remaining ice between his teeth and then rejoined the action. John bowed to Scarlett’s mouth, Jack to Wendy’s pussy. The cold kiss met upper and lower lips at the same time. Wendy’s reaction was a surprised shout, Scarlett’s a muffled moan. The Gamer used his tongues to play with the ice.

It was an interesting exercise. The presence of the ice inside the heat sharpened his senses. It wasn’t much different from the usual in terms of eating Wendy out. Instead of searching for her sensitive spots, he kept the ice in motion. It was the same mini game with a gimmick. Even with the shard present, his main point of attention was her clit. The fact that his tongue was cold gave Wendy some pleasurable shivers.

Having the piece of frozen water inside the kiss was a lot more entertaining, as far as John was concerned. The usual fencing of the tongues instead focused on passing back and forth the ice. The extra water made the kiss a little more sloppy, the contrast between her tongue, her lips and the shard made for a heightening of sensations that invoked an intense greed for more. The ice melted quickly in both engagements, being gone before they could cool down to a universally numb level.

John wondered for a moment if he should get a new piece of ice. He certainly wasn’t done experimenting with it. There was much to learn about how to optimally use the cold to sharpen the senses for the hot delight that followed. However, his delayed morning wood could not wait any longer, not with the maids’ suppressed orgasms writhing against his thoughts with a desperation for relief. Scarlett hadn’t been allowed to cum either. Only Wendy had gotten in the luxury of some orgasms, while Jack and Aclysia had tended to her.

Both of them now retreated from the redheaded goddess. Within a few seconds, they had undone bindings around wrists and legs. “Get up,” Jack commanded, and Wendy followed instinctively. A drawn-out sigh escaped her when she was hit by the rewarding pleasure. Something much more intense was to follow.

Jack grabbed Wendy by the hips, turned her towards himself and lifted her up. “What’s the plan now, hot stuff?” the redhead asked, focused only on the cock that was so close to her sensitive cunt. “Going to fuck me standing? Those arms have to be good for something.”

“You’ll get that passing out you asked for, I’m just getting the position right for some assistance,” Jack responded and carried her towards the lounger. Not to lay her back down, but to give her back entrance easy access for Aclysia, who had sat down on the edge of the pedestal. “Hope you’re ready for some double penetration,” he told her.

“Ready to be the patty of a burger? Who do you think I ammmmm-mmmmhhhh,” Wendy’s answer turned into a series of delighted noises, as her sphincter was stretched by Aclysia’s cock. Halfway down the artificial phallus, the redhead’s pussy was claimed by the Gamer’s double. Her outer pussy lips still had a hint of cold to them, but that vanished within the first few thrusts.

Over on the other lounger, Scarlett had also been unshackled. John had turned her around and was now hitting her from behind, in two senses. He was fucking her doggy style and spanking her. Beatrice was by his side, replacing the technomancer as his kissing partner. His right hand was clawing into the maid’s butt, the left continued spanking Scarlett. Sharp noises and desperate screams echoed through the room. Only Wendy got to climax over and over again, all the other women were afflicted by the blessing of Lover’s Will, which John currently used as a curse.

“You’re just about to cum,” he commanded between kisses. Although he primarily looked at Beatrice, his will directed the words at all three of his present lovers. “You’re so close. You can feel it building and building, but you can’t cum yet. You can cum only when I do. When I allow you to. Then all of this lust will release.”

All he got in response was more and more pleading screams. Aclysia could do nothing but squirm as each spoken line sent intense pleasure into every fibre of her being. Her position put her completely at the mercy of Jack’s thrusts. Each time the double plunged into Wendy’s cunt, the goddess moved around her. Beatrice was completely at the mercy of his words and his teasing fingers. He groped her butt, he teased her sphincter and pussy. Scarlett was beyond words. The bottled-up pressure of suppressed orgasms made her little more than a tight pussy around John’s hot, hard shaft. With some composure, she managed to remain still as John dominated her.

“Cum!” One word and the composure was annihilated.

The Gamer slammed into both pussies one last time, lifting the limitations just as his seed rushed out of his shaft. Aclysia’s love juices gushed from her cunt, as she filled up Wendy’s other hole with her own faux-cum. With their kiss growing into a feverish haze, Beatrice slung her arms around her master, happy to be the one to receive his kiss at her moment of climax.

Scarlett’s spine curved intensely as she was filled up with his orgasm-inducing seed. Unable to resist his perverted intrigue, he grabbed her throat from behind and pulled her that little bit more to see her face. He knew that she was flexible enough. Although upside down, he was treated to the sight of her rolled up eyes. Her jaw hung open loosely; her tongue extended as she screamed. Intense bliss reverberated in every second it continued.

And it continued for a while. The Gamer’s first load of the day was even larger because of the delay he had suffered between waking up and releasing it. Over and over again, his cocks tensed and fanned the flames of orgasms in Wendy and Scarlett. Aclysia and Beatrice somewhat started to recover already, but even they were still heavily breathing when their master was finally done.

“Jesus, I needed that,” he sighed and slowly pulled out. Watching his cum dribble out of the well-fucked holes was exactly what he needed on a successful morning. “You okay there?” he asked Scarlett, who had collapsed back onto the lounger. Giving him a weak thumbs up, she did about as well as he expected. Same was true for Wendy, whose limp body Aclysia lifted off her shrinking cock.