Sorrow of the Poor

My breasts… God they ache, but... but they're not sore from... last night. They were mauled, sucked, squeezed, and yet… I want more, but just to relieve them. There’s so much milk… and last night… Ivette Sinclair, 118 orgasms, a woman I barely saw, whose acts I cannot even remember in the haze… but her name, her face, and my debt… how do I know... no, how do I escape it?

Leona Teller, 159. A student, another student to whom I owe. Alice Haines, no less merciless than her brother, 1,549, an insurmountable amount, how could I overcome such a wanton little slut? Irie Teller, 272. I do not know… is she Leona’s sister? Mother? Aunt? Cousin? No relation? She called her "mama" once... but she's so young. Again only a face and a number, but their faces and names are so close and… and oh God… no, no, I can barely remember the night but… no, how…?

David Haines, 14,836. Tomorrow morning I'll owe him another thousand... no, more. Did he have a thousand orgasms last night? How could I hope to give him a thousand by myself? He didn't even get them thrusting into one loose woman or another, some my tormentors, all his prisoners. He turned my beautiful home into a brothel, a house of sin to serve only one customer… but… if he did not even have a thousand orgasms last night, how can I hope to give him the same in a single day, by myself, with my own body? How can I achieve this without him adding to my debt?

I… I can't. This debt is now… inescapable. I can't even pay the interest, now, and how does one... refinance such a miserable thing? It’s never been done… it’s normal, but novel… how did I let myself… get here…?!

Sophia Lia sits there as her eyes begin to burn. Through the haze of growing tears, searing her eyes with the sorrow of the poor, a pain her life of luxurious inheritance and learned career has always kept at bay… she saw him. David Haines. Her most terrible creditor strolls in with a woman being handled like a rag doll against his body, his hungry eyes looking upon Sophia once more.

Sophia trembles as her body and mind acknowledge his dominance. She had already crossed a line of submissiveness she never could have envisioned before… so what now? I am… an indentured servant, charged with a debt I can never pay, **** to work for wages that will never… ever be enough. No matter my career and my prestige, I… I can’t pay David back. I’m… I’m his, for the rest of my life! I have become a ****, making him my… no, I can’t think that, but… but what else could he be?! As submission grows in her logic like a tumor, her mind struggles to avoid the label… the name of the person who owns a debtor **** like her. It doesn’t help that her body trembles and her privates tingle when she hears his voice.

“Sophia.”

Arousal sweeps through her as the power of his voice mixes with this submission in her soul. Her breasts still ache to be milked… and now their engorged, obscene nipples grow erect from their inverted state in anticipation. The soaked mattress beneath her grows warmer, wetter, and then cools rapidly as her slit moistens. Sophia can’t deny what her body has become… or always been, any longer. Not after last night. Certainly not if he tells her. With her spiraling debt, what right would she have to correct him?

Her stare goes to the floor; it feels too defiant, too proud to even meet his eyes now. She just silently waits for him to instruct her, even as she prays for some means to forgive her debts.

Sophia looks to the ground once I say her name… but the effect of my voice is too well-known to me now, and I can see its effects shake through her body. How submissive is she, now? How far can I push her? Well I have the perfect test to find out:

She can be the second Custom Girl to find out the good news.

I slowly walk into the arena, still stinking of all the excess, the sheets all more damp than might be salvageable after all this time, and feel myself reaching my limit as I continue to fuck Patricia. I pause on my right foot only long enough to quicken my pace, earning urgent little cries from my loveslut before I finally blow another load into her already-fertilized hole. I rub her back gently as I hold her there by her ass; she mewls and nibbles at my neck with kisses. Using my same grip, I slowly roll her onto the couch… and pause as I realize she’s still wrapping her arms around my neck.

Even gasping as she is post-coitus, she manages to moan at me with sad, puppy-like longing, “Please stay.”

It’s pathetic… and hot… but I must move on. “I’m not going anywhere yet, just lay there a bit.”

“It smells.”

“Yeah, we’ll need to get those sheets off quick before it sinks into the couches…” Sophia continues to sit there, unresponsive save that her breath quickens and her thighs grow tighter as she sits with her knees high. Her breasts split to either side as her legs come up, and a trickle of white spills from each tip. She must be filled to capacity… and it’ll stay that way until I milk her. But if I make her come, they'll just fill right back up. Is that why she looks ready to cry, because she’s a sore cow in need of relief?

No… maybe it’s the debt. Either way, my intention doesn’t change. “Sophia... I've got some news for you.” She doesn't respond except with a nod... so I close the gap and pick her up by her pits, standing her on her feet as she awkwardly responds to being so roughly handled. “It's important.”

She doesn't meet my eye, casting them to her right if only to avoid me... but she mutters, “What is it?”

“Look at me.” With a trembling lip, she obeys... and her eyes are narrow in strained effort until I finally declare, my hands gripping hers, “You're pregnant.”

Her eyes widen... and widen again as she blinks.

“Probably with multiple babies, but I haven't figured that part out yet.” I let her hands go and go to lift her ridiculous breasts, enjoying the little spritz of milk each gives as I weigh them. “I guess these will be useful in a few months... infinite food, right?”

Her response is a trembling moan--that's right, I pumped enough "ointment" in her to probably keep her ten times more sensitive for weeks--but she does finally manage, “I-I don't want...”

“I know.” I glance back and see that Patricia stares at us with rapt attention, her fingers idly rubbing my cum into her clit and the skin of her crotch. I do my best to focus on the stunned teacher before me instead... but man it's hard in this atmosphere. “Look, let's... clean this place up, first. I bet you're eager to-”

“What?” Sophia suddenly asks.

“Eh... the room? We have to clean the sheets again, at least-”

“You... you got me pregnant... and you want me to do laundry?!” The Literature teacher's rage, once thought quelled, comes roaring back in my face, “My life is...! I can't... even if I have a career, I can't have children! They'll...!” She stops herself short of whatever she's thinking to say, her lip trembling as she tries to contain it.

“What will children do to you?” I coyly ask.

She dares not deny me any answer; that lesson was learned a week ago. “They'll ruin my life! Oh God, I need to... I need to get to a nearby State, I can't be caught getting an abortion here... everyone would talk, I would be...”

Ah, right... I guess nothing keeps Sophia from doing that. Nothing... except my disappointment. Why am I disappointed? Isn't this a good thing, one or more less mouths to feed? I can't make myself think of it that way, though...

“I should have known... why did I believe you?!”She doesn't question why she believes me now, too freaked out to think it through. “Of course you're trying to get me pregnant... trying to **** me to become... this! I'm... I can't become this, I can't have a career and be a mother, not... not me! It's just not-”

As she continues to rave on and on, I realize at last why this bothers me: if anyone should be having my children... if anyone should carry that burden by my will, their preferences be damned... it's her. My first Custom Girl. My first… punished lover. “... I want you to keep it.”

Sophia is caught up in her rant, so she only stops to stare at me, horrified. The sound of Patricia shlicking along, driven further into horniness by Sophia's angry rant, briefly highlights the silence. “You... you can't.”

I raise my hands and hold her shoulders. “I can...” My right hand creeps up to her neck... and she sobs once, unable to hold it back, as she feels my grip on her. I bore my gaze into her eyes and do not flinch away as I speak. “You're going to bear my children, Sophia. This is what I want you to do. Are you going to be good and do that for me?”

How submissive would she need to be to say yes to so blunt a domination of her will? It turns out I had already passed that line some time ago, and my current plan--to march her into the shower and **** her to come until she agrees--proves unnecessary...

I'm going to do it anyways, but it's nice to know I don't have to.

“Then... I will.” Her eyes lower to the ground as she concedes... and her hands, shaking, touch her belly and pubic mound as she becomes acutely aware of them in this new light.

“Plenty of moms have careers, you know,” I offer with a teasing kiss on her pouting mouth. She scowls in response. You know, now that she's this deep in... “Hey... do I have it yet?”

She glances up, alarmed by my words. “W-What?”

I offer her a grin. “I told you, back in therapy... I won't stop, not until I have your heart. So?”

Her eyes narrow as her face twists into anger... and then fear as she looks away. “No... and I don't want you to. Just... please... let me pay the debt some other way?”

I give her neck a pat, and she looks up to me with some hope in her eyes... hope I almost feel bad about turning into arousal as I pull her close with my right and hook my left middle fingers into her slit. “No, I think I'm going to fuck you some more... and double it.”

She can't deny me, not at this stage of submission and not under the Bulldog's punishment. All she can manage is a single word, over and over again, moaned as I drive her to climax with just my rough handling and my words. “Please, please... please...!”

My breath is hot on her ear, ensuring the maximum effect of Aroused by Your Words. “I'm going to take you into the shower with that whore from last night, and we're going to fuck you, eat you out, and fill you up until you love me. You'd like that, wouldn't you? To get fucked every day, every hour, until you can't think anymore?”

“Nnnohnnngnh!” She tries, and fails, to prevent herself from entering the latest cycle of climaxes delivered onto her body... and satisfied, I begin to lead her to her fate, pulling her ever so gently by hooking my middle finger into her cunt and her mound on my thumb. Awkwardly she walks, sprinkling my hand as I refuse to let her perpetual climaxing cease, her voice ringing incoherently as she loses her means to protest.

“You fuckers are so loud...” I glance over at Alice, who finally springs up from the couch. She was so comatose in her sleep that I almost forgot about her...

“Hey... good morning, sis-” Alice is pregnant with my children. My sister is pregnant with my children. I figured this already, but the question comes to the fore now: how the Hell is she going to take this? Why is my dick twitching in particular to the idea of breeding my own family? At this point, I don't bother to question it too far.

“Good morning,” she grumbles as she stands... and as she saunters over, I let go of Sophia just long enough to hug my sister as she kisses me long and deep--

Her mouth tastes like old cum and some number of vaginas, and I'm reminded that we can all probably use a shower and some mouthwash. I pull away from the kiss the moment the flavor hits me, but her customization makes her insist on leaning in for more smooches until I finally pull her hair back with sudden, cruel ****, converting the result into her gasping with joy.

“Let's all take a shower together.”

“Fine, fine... oh hey, Ms. Lia.”

Ms. Lia doesn't respond... but Alice, now wet and eager, doesn't hesitate. Now with the orgasm debt of her own, Sophia can't even resist as my sister brings her face down to kiss hers with one hand, the other squeezing and gently milking Sophia's left tit. Sophia moans, in disgust and arousal, as their bodies comes together once more... and my desire to fuck them both almost makes me skip the much-needed shower.

A few moments later, with Patricia in tow, we arrive to the bathroom where a bored-looking Diwa twiddles on her twat until she notices us enter this luxurious restroom. “Hey daddy, here for fun?” She showcases her twat with both hands like a car dealer, as if to emphasize what my dollar bought me.

“Yes... yes I am.”

Sophia barely manages to shake her head before I walk her into the shower and into Diwa's professional hands. Patricia and Alice follow in short order, and soon our five bodies are testing the spaciousness of Sophia's stand-up glass shower. Wet and horny bodies press against each other, against the glass, and against the limits of their new natures as we fuck and suck under warm, soothing rain.