John was greeted by eight maids. Not seven – eight. Aclysia, Beatrice, Claire, Delicia, Ehtra, Momo, Nahoa and, just for the night, Metra who had been granted the right to wear the outfit with them.

Although it was not the usual outfit. What they wore was a lot more conservative, downright Victorian. Loose, long skirts covered the entirety of their legs. White aprons on top downplayed the rise of their breasts and puffy sleeves obscured yet more. For all of that, there was no complete hiding the allure of his maids. The apron’s band tied around the waist was enough to show just how nubile their figures were. The swing of their hips and of their chests under those covering clothes was sinful in its own way.

“””We bow before our Master!”””

The line of maids lowered their heads in perfect unison. Hands were folded in front of them. Even though Metra’s blonde hair stood out among her white-haired peers, John loved seeing her in the line. It may have violated his sense of aesthetics in the long term, but in this very moment seeing the berserker babe in a servant’s garb was simply hot.

“Our bodies are yours to do with as you please,” Aclysia continued, speaking for the entirety of the line. “Deepen our desires at your leisure. We are your sexual relief servants.”

John smirked and approached the line without a word spoken. He let his hand casually brush over them, walking from the left to the right of it. They had sorted themselves alphabetically, except for leaving Metra for the rightmost position. Each of the women sighed longingly when his touch did not linger. Everyone was in a submissive mood. They had been looking forward to this in their own ways.

Afterwards, he turned away and distanced himself three steps. That was enough of a distance to have all of them comfortably in his field of view. A swift interaction with the Sex Dungeon’s inventory caused part of the padded floor to rise. It was like sitting down on a stool made from gym mats. Hundreds of automatically lit, scented candles basked the room in aromatic smells and the gentle golden light of fire. The light reflected off the many shelves and the glass windows that gave view to their enormous collection of sex toys.

“I have thought long and hard about the way I want to do this.” John paused for a moment, to see if anyone would break and respond to the obvious innuendo. Nothing like that, just interested, aroused gazes. Even discarding his clothes did not change that. ‘Truly, they are in a submissive mood.’ “I could push you up to 100 one by one. I could do it in stages. I could tie you up. In the end, I decided that the most entertaining way to do this was to test your will. Raise your heads and lift your skirts.”

The maids obeyed immediately. It took a bit of work to properly lift the long skirts, especially with the aprons. Before long, they all had the fabric bunched up in their hands, the front raised far enough to reveal what was beneath: black garter belt and stockings. The straps framed the Lover’s Will marks, as did the panties. Panties that existed purely for the sake of viewing pleasure, a prominent gap in the lace where it would have covered their pussies.

Their wetness was minor. Their Libido was low in the harem, but that only meant they were nymphomaniacs by regular standards. For some this was less true, specifically Claire who was already at 40 Libido baseline. Still, they usually would have been more physically turned on by now.

John had turned all their sensibility to 0 before entering. What arousal was showing was from purely mental stimulation. That this was enough to get them visibly wet spoke a lot to their inclinations – inclinations that John adored. They completed him, like pieces of a puzzle. Without them, he could not be who he was now.

“I will push all of your Libido to 100 in a moment. Then, I will gradually raise your sensitivity to simulate what you were like at 25 and what 50, 75 and finally 100 feel like.” He smirked and let the words linger for a moment. “Your task throughout all of this is to keep to your oaths. I want you to stand there, obedient, controlled, and quiet.”

“””Yes, Master,””” they answered in unison.

Tonight, this would be a genuine challenge for them. Of course, they had formidable willpower. They could assert themselves over their urges, even if they had quintupled. That was, after they had acclimated to the new state of being. In the safety of the Sex Dungeon, subjected to their new Libido, the maids would come as close to becoming total sluts as was possible (without John deliberately working them up into that state or Cumslut being involved).

“Then, let’s begin,” John announced.

Pressing all of the buttons individually would have been a hassle, so John did it the mental route this time. The Libido for all eight of them rapidly ticked up to 100. No change yet, which only meant that everything was going as he had wanted it to.

John moved the figurative slider of their sensitivity to 25. Soft inhales proved the return of their sensitivity. Dangling cloth swayed as arousal flushed their cheeks. The wetness between their legs became more pronounced by the second. A common sight and thus not one to linger on.

The sensitivity moved to 50 Libido. Eyes turned glassy throughout the rise. Breathing quickened. Shoulders trembled. Fingers clenched the fabric of their skirts. All of them were vibrating with excitement. John’s eyes lay on Claire for a while. The vampire maid swayed back and forth on her heels, her servile grin gaining hungry undertones.

“Master!” Nahoa cried out and collapsed to her knees. The maidolotl crawled forwards half a step. Her eyelids fluttered. Cloth rubbing over her nipples was enough to make her lose control over her body.

“Nahoa, stay!” John barked at her. The horny mess of a dark-skinned woman whimpered. Top down, bottom up, she kept shifting about. The skirt lay atop the swing of her fat ass. The conservative clothes made her lack of self-control that much hotter. She kept moaning, the order given to her rewarding her for staying in place.

Then, John moved the sensitivity to 75.

Nahoa’s eyes rolled up. Her tongue lolled out, presenting the inside of her mouth. Pussy-like walls twitched in her throat, undulating as if waving in prayer.

The other maids were starting to sweat. Their bodies were getting too hot. Pale and dark skin alike was flushed with intense need. Their longing was written all over their faces. Half-lidded eyes stared at their dom with all the veneration one would have for a sacred messenger. Drops of pussy juice fell in suggestive strands to the ground. No wonder that the female sex was sometimes called a honeypot.

Claire’s breathing accelerated further than the others. Something snapped visibly. The expression on her face twisted into something obsessed and needy. “Massssterrrrrrr!!!” she cried out and stumbled forwards. She managed two steps before her thick thighs failed her. The cushioned ground let her fall harmlessly. “Cock, Master’s cock!” Claire stretched out her hand, to bridge what distance remained.

“Bad girl!” The two words slapped Claire’s brain back into a minimum of sense. She withdrew her hand, whining like a neglected pet all the while. The sight made John’s cock throb. Precum dripped from the tip. “Claire, stay.”

“Yes… Master…” the vampire maid pressed out. Like Nahoa, she was left on all fours, quivering as the pleasure of obedience rushed through her.

The moans of another woman pulled John’s attention back to the line. Despite having among the highest Mental Stats around, Momo was the third to break. Unlike the previous two, she did not crawl towards him. Instead, she had lowered herself to the floor, legs spread wide, and was now rubbing her pussy while sucking on her fingers. Shamelessly, she displayed her orgasmic delight on her face.

‘I guess some women just want to break,’ John thought, inwardly delighted. Outwardly he raised an eyebrow and gave it a disappointedly clicked tongue. Momo did not even notice, she was too busy grinding her cunt into her fingers.

Delicia’s resistance collapsed after a few more seconds. The bratty maid ripped the apron off and the front button open, causing her huge tits to pop out. She masturbated where she stood until her legs gave in. Once on the floor, she continued to massage her tits while drooling at the sight of his cock.

Aclysia, Beatrice, Ehtra and Metra were still standing. The difference between two made maids and the two Metracanas was stark. Where the faux-twins remained diligent in their quivering posture, the ancient weapons were struggling to stand straight.

John pushed the sensitivity to the new normal. The women that had already given in now fully surrendered to their urges. Not even the Gamer’s order could keep Nahoa and Claire where they were. It was only the intense spasms that kept those two, Momo and Delicia where they were. Hands worked rapidly on erogenous zones. Pussy juice splattered over the ground.

Simultaneously, Ehtra and Metra collapsed. Incapable of words, they slurred something closely resembling ‘cock’ while falling to the ground. Metra did not even have the patience to move the skirt to the side, rubbing her gushing cunt through the fabric. Squirting fluids drenched the uniform within seconds.

All of the fallen maids stared at his cock. They stretched towards it as best they could while still engaging in the deeply necessary scratching of their quintupled itch. When John stood up, he did so to necks stretching to keep view of him and his manhood. Maids rolled onto their backs in a desperate attempt to follow him.

Aclysia and Beatrice were the only ones still standing. Between 75 and 100, they had somehow grown calmer. Peering into their mind, John could see that they were past the horniness horizon. All their thoughts were about him. His sight, his scent, his touch, and their desire for all of it. They had rarely looked more like twins than in this moment, their expressions a perfect mirror of each other. In their lust, the only difference between them was the position of the mole under their lips and the texture of their tied-up ponytails.

‘Some women want to be broken and some women live to obey.’ John put his arms around them. He pulled them into a deep embrace. Even through the maid outfits, their body heat reached him. “Good girls,” he whispered into their pointy ears, then released them. Even in that moment, they retained their control, remaining standing, stockings drenched with excess pussy juice. “Truly, you two deserve a reward.”

A quick interaction with the Sex Dungeon caused yet another change. The platform that rose was designed with no other purpose than to allow two women to stack on top of each other with maximum comfort. After discarding the uniforms, Aclysia got on her back, Beatrice on top of the head maid, and swiftly they had arranged themselves pussy to pussy.

It was a sight straight out of heaven. Pale and round, the two plump behinds were advertised to him in all of their drool-inducing size. Tiny moist noises accompanied the equally tiny movement of their hips. Swollen mons met, gliding over one another. Smooth and glistening, the pubic mounds surrounded the pronounced pink of their lower lips. Arousal had their labias parted, ready for penetration.

John activated Master Stud, then aligned his cocks with both pussies. He would not deny either the satisfaction of their reward. Desperate sounds filled the air. Nahoa and Claire had managed to crawl up to his legs. They kissed his calves. A pleasant addition to the delight of pushing into the faux-twins.

Sex was so incredibly good. The hot walls around his cock, their moans turning from longing to fulfillment, the trembles, the scents, it was all just a whole lot of ‘yes!’. John grabbed Beatrice’s hips and pulled himself deeper in. Handles protruding from the hip-high platform gave the maids what they needed to keep steady.

PLAP! A last thrust drove his cocks the rest of the way into the two maids. They had been climaxing from the moment he had touched them. That final advance only added a temporary spike to the chain of orgasms. Pussy juice gushed in waves of ecstasy, drenching their joined sexes.

“The trial is over. Get naked and warm your Master!” John shouted, just as he was starting to fuck the duo properly.

The maids did not need to hear that twice. All of the respect they had for the uniform was undone by their horniness and the fact that this was not the Newman maid outfit. Cloth was torn in a hurry all over, his order promising more pleasure for obedience than just masturbating would bring them. Shredded cloth was left on the ground, often landing in puddles of sexual fluids.

Nahoa and Claire hugged his legs, grinding against them like animals marking their territory. To feel their clits rub against the smooth skin of his lower legs was incredibly primal. Delicia joined them by squashing her enormous tits against his lower back. None of the trio had the patience for a kiss and so dragged their tongues over whatever part of his body they reach. Metra and Ehtra joined the pile by grabbing his arms. For being the ones to last until near the end, John rewarded them by filling their cunts with his fingers. Momo took full advantage of her ability to hover and stacked above Delicia, hugging his upper torso with her white thighs and caressing his hair, all while climaxing just from grinding her cunt against his muscles.

Covered head to toe in lust-crazed maids, the Gamer continued to plough the two women in front of him. Being unbound from the need to control themselves had an effect on Aclysia and Beatrice as well. They were making out feverishly, rubbing their clits on the other’s body as best they could while matching their Master’s rhythm.

At the feverish pace, John raced towards his first orgasm. He did not hold back for even a second, plunging into them and giving them a load that fried their brains. Every spurt triggered another intense squirt from their cunts, all while their backs arched. They screamed in unison, a perfect harmony of identical voices, coming to a simultaneous and enraptured conclusion.

Afterwards, they were twitching and mind broken (for the next thirty minutes, at least). With their sensitivity so much higher, it only took a fraction of the usual effort. John did not mind, he had a lot of work ahead of him. As Beatrice liked to say: it was not a proper orgy until he had left one load in every woman.

With that in mind, of course he grabbed Momo, dragged her in front of him, and impaled her on both of his cocks.

The sudden double penetration was met with an euphoric shout. The energy that had kept her hovering was suspended, replaced with the pull of gravity. For once, that pull was useful to John, causing the utterly drenched sex servant to fall back down after every thigh-rippling thrust. The other women watched, drooling and eager to be next.

They would not have to wait terribly long. John was working at a speed even the greatest of men could not sustain for more than a few minutes at a time. This was not a night for measured activity, this was a night for debauchery and so he came inside both of Momo’s holes before long.

He only took the time to put Momo down on one of the newly elevated platforms, before grabbing Delicia. The shortstack got thrown on top of another padded platform. Her legs dangled, not touching the ground. Every maid had a fat ass, but with that tiny waist and those pancaked, huge tits in the same set of curves, it just looked that much larger.

John pierced both holes with ease. Like Momo, the sphincter of the shortstack gave simply. There was so much lubrication and so much need that the pre-broken brat could do nothing but howl. Ehtra and Metra were still clinging to his arms, only loosening when he needed them to. Same went for Nahoa and Claire and his legs.

Even while he grabbed a fistful of Delicia’s short hair, Metra worshipped the definition of his arm. She could not help herself. Reduced to base female instincts, she was all over every whiff of masculinity. Completely entranced by the way the shortstack’s ass rippled, John could certainly understand the mindset.

The hot walls of both holes served to coax another load out of him in short measure. He pressed against her ass and let his balls tighten. The thick cum pumped into her pussy and backdoor. Squirting fluids dripped from the edge of the fuck station.

There were four more of them and each deserved a creampied sex servant on top of it.

John manhandled Metra, throwing her on her side. “Ehtra, let her play with your tits,” he grunted an order. The grey angel reluctantly let go of his arm, then hurriedly moved in range of the berserker babe’s hands. She cupped one tit and sucked on the other. Ehtra shamelessly howled. She fingered her own cunt and watched her Master.

One of Metra’s toned legs was John’s handle. Toggling the second cock off, the Gamer guided his singular girthy member into the athletic woman’s slit, then pushed in. Every cunt was different, clenching him in individual, fantastic ways. Stretching them each out in quick succession was its own piece of heaven.

Watching her abs tense and relax while she panted was a stream of artful pictures greater than any movie. Petite breasts swayed back and forth while he rutted into her. Her screams were only muffled because she was latching onto Ehtra’s nipple. In her heat, the wolf-eared woman was quite rough with the angel’s chest. Ehtra loved that.

John filled the blonde without a word. By now, he was every bit as dissolved in the lust of the moment as they were. His only urge in life was to satisfy all of them, to fuck them so hard that they were broken for a time and then returned knowing that their new urges would be satisfied every single day.

Desires turned to Ehtra. The platform he threw her on was lower. An accident of putting it up in a hurry, one worked marvellously for John now. The grey angel laid on her back, wings absent for ease of use, and got her ankles pinned north of her head. John plunged down into her. The mating press was as fantastic a position now as it had been the first time he had pounded her brains out.

Ehtra was gushing like a fountain, squirting all over herself and her saliva-coated tits. Green eyes rolled up, not that they had much room left to go in the direction. The hypnotic sway of her huge chest matched the PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! that echoed with every thrust.

Claire and Nahoa had gotten up on wobbly legs. They hugged his midriff for support, drooling over the sight of their Master scrambling every thought in Ehtra’s brain. The First of Hatred was just another sex servant tonight. Another hole that he filled once his eternally full balls tightened.

Ehtra’s legs had not yet fallen back into a natural position, when John was inside Claire. The bottom-heavy vampire was on all fours, her rear presented for spanking and pounding. She got both in spades. If Claire did not want to get her ass smacked, then she had to stop screaming orgasmically whenever he added a bit more red to her cheeks.

Of course, stopping was the furthest thing from both of their minds. John only stopped spanking her so he could fuck her even harder. Was there anything in the world greater than hammering into a submissive maid? The answer was no. There were only things equally as good. No, actually, hammering into her to breed her would have been better.

The seed he pumped into her was sadly infertile, but the orgasm was satisfying all the same. Satisfying enough to put enough patience into John’s head to not immediately bend Nahoa over the last platform. Instead, he guided the glutton to the nearest wall and shoved her against it. Facing the hard surface, the Aztec cumslut could only pant while he dragged her short frame up. By the time he had her at the level of his cock, she was not even standing on her toes anymore.

Taking her against the wall like that was a rush. Her arms were up, locked behind his neck. Her legs uselessly dangled, no tension in them beyond what orgasmic spasms forced on her. Her ass was a cushion, rippling harshly at every impact. John barely saw any of it. He buried the maidolotl under his larger body. Proud, power, and all his, that was Nahoa-xoco-atl-xolotl.

John relentlessly chased the next orgasm. Nahoa’s howls got him closer. The shifting walls of her cunt did a lot more work. A demigoddess, her body was less that of a human than that of the fully artificial women behind him. Magic was an oddity, but who was John to mind when that gave him so many gorgeous haremettes to fill with his seed?

And fill her he did. One more thrust and his balls began to tighten. Nahoa reacted even more intensely to being filled than the others did. For all of his other maids, his semen was a treat, a shortcut to bliss both by the magic in it and their own inclinations. For Nahoa, his semen was a delight. Her gluttonous nature manifested with an incredible desire to have this mana-dense liquid inside her as often as possible.

Every spurt shoved her mind deeper in the proverbial gutter. She was giggling like the thoroughly used cumdump that she was. The tensing of his shaft diminished slowly, until the undulations of her walls were all still coaxing drops of cum out of his shaft.

John carried Nahoa to her platform and put her down to give her a moment to rest. As he did so, Aclysia and Beatrice disentangled from their platform. “M-may we serve… mmh--- mhmore?” the head maid stammered.

“Of course,” John allowed graciously and sat down on the stool he had originally made. As rapid as their weak legs allowed them, the dragon maids got to him. They got on their knees, to worship his cock while he considered what he wanted to do to them next.

A long orgy followed.