Tony Stark sighed and turned to see what was the matter. Downside of being an evil overlord - you had to do everything yourself. Or at least, you had to do everything yourself when your henchwoman was fucking your slavegirl. At least back home he had technology to handle these things. On the other hand, back home all he had was Pepper Potts, who, though competent, wasn't half as attractive as the transformed heroines here. In fact...
Iron Man shook his head to clear it. This dimension was seriously getting to him even with the aid of the collars. If he wasn't fighting off thoughts of controlling and dominating others, he was having to refrain from having orgies at a the drop of a hat. One of these days even complicated mathematical formulae would not be enough. He forced his mind back to the present, trying his best to ignore the fornicating women in front of him.
The alarm. That could only mean...wait, this wasn't the intruder alarm. That would not have made any sound at all, he would have been alerted magically. That would mean that his men were back.
Tony smiled. That would also mean that they would have information, and, if he was really lucky, other heroes or heroines who had been transported to the world. He could use all the help that he could get. Even if he didn't have his robots or drones, at least he had semi-capable help in the form of barbarians, mercenaries and sellswords that had flocked to his banner.
And why wouldn't they? He promised them security, gold, food and a place to sleep. Under his protection and magic, all they had to worry about was doing their jobs. Even as a dark mage here, Tony Stark hadn't forgotten his business skills. He knew happy men made productive men, and to get happy men, he had to sometimes offer a little extra.
Tony cast his eyes back at the two women. They had stripped off every inch of clothing and were now 69ing with gusto, oblivious to his presence. That was about to change, though...
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