Spare the Rod, Spoil the Custom Girl

We've already come this far... and I've already caused that indecent tension between Leona and her mom… that same tension I want to share with mom the moment she's back in town. That same tension that I would promote in everyone to the benefit of my gems and my goals. I suddenly hug Leona back and kiss her, both hands slapping down her on her ass in time with her thrusts as she moans into my mouth while her seizing tongue plays with mine. Truth be told I was nearly edging for another cumshot when the doorbell rang, so it doesn't take long before I'm bathing Leona's dark thighs in gray, gooey spoonfuls of virile seed.

When at last we break our embrace, she takes her top off and starts wiping me off her inner-thighs on her way to hobble-walking towards the bedroom, eager to score points for this gratifying exercise. I look to the couch where I ended up dropping the Vita and scoop it back up... only to be greeted with an achievement announcement.

MASTER OF CEREMONIES
Have an orgy with at least 6 attendants: COMPLETE. 50 GEMS AWARDED!
Have an orgy with at least 8 attendants: 6/8. 100-GEM AWARD.

GEMS: 145/300

I haven't even gotten into the room where the other five women--three having begun their competitive efforts, two quite possibly not even aware enough to see all the new flesh--but somehow we're all considered an orgy now. I guess the intent is enough... and the gem payout is significant.

Leona begged me to tone things down... but we're already locked in until midnight. How would attitudes shift or change, anyways? Would they? Only indulging in this competition would let me know for sure... and with that sound bit of logic, I justify departing away from my efforts to help the Tellers. Instead, I will "help" the Tellers... by making them enjoy their newfound world as Custom Girls.

And hey, given that I just need two more Custom Girls to get to the next achievement level, and given this nice head start, I mean... I should try for the most Girls I can get tonight, right? Maybe I can knock this achievement pillar out before midnight even comes!

I go through my list of Custom Girls and press the buttons that I expect will give me at least what I need. The moans increase from inside the room as they no doubt undo or reappropriate all the toys in Sophia for their own efforts to maximize her pleasure and buff up their high scores. That's fine, for now. I won't get the other Girls to stay on the same logic, but maybe I won't have to...

Sophia Lia's Residence, 10:33 P.M.

It took a bit of adjustment, a relocating of a mattress, the laying out of many sheets and towels, the setup of the kitchen as a brief recharge/reprieve location, the drawing of all the blinds, the clicking of all the buttons, a few text messages, and a whole, whole lot of lotions that Sophia hadn't already burned through... but eventually, the first official Haines Fuck Pit was established.

Haines Fuck Pit is a working title.

Sophia's living room, now covered in fabrics and flesh, bore the relocated king-sized bed at the center with all her couches and soft chairs assembled around it with narrow gaps, as much as the walls allowed, for someone to comfortably kneel between the mattress' edge and the nearest cushioned chair. These gaps were themselves packed with towels, the chairs covered in extra sheets, the bed refreshed in its sheet and towel layers, and in its middle, being operated like a giant toy, was Sophia Lia with various groping hands and toys fidgeting with her body. Out from her could be found the rest, in varying states of undress: Irie who still wore her giant dress sitting on the left of Sophia's waist, Leona who already discarded her own pants on the opposite side, and the latter trying to control her voice as Alice happily slapped her generous, ultra-sensitive cheeks. Alice herself had abandoned all her clothes upon entering, and Ivette is making her regret that as she roughly finger-fucks her with one pale hand in my sister’s snatch and the other pressing down on her pubic mound to hold her there.

Ivette herself looks dazed--a side effect of a few doses of the intoxication pressure point I gave her, I confess--and was already convinced out of her clothes, letting the bright lights of the living room wash over her body and driving her slowly to the occasional orgasm despite no one paying her much attention in turn. None are quite as dazed as Erika Green, of course, who sees this buffet of arousal--and the looping video of Sophia's earlier feed on the giant TV with the speakers blaring--and just lays in the chair, coming so rapidly and constantly that she hasn't said much other than gasps as she wets the seat beneath her colossal rump. Sophia’s voice, meanwhile, is in stereo and everyone but me is under the spell of this double helping of her enchanting voice.

I glance at the nearest couch, where Dr. Anand, with those striking green-blue eyes and voluptuous form, has paused her therapy session--requested for the entire orgy, by my command--to attend to her own crotch with her left hand and her breasts with her right. No one had touched her just yet or peeled her out of the turtleneck and conservative skirt she chose to wear on this impromptu house visit... but I plan to change that soon enough. At the moment, I'm closing the door behind a complete stranger who comes to join us...

“Hey... look, I only do singles, alright? I don't do orgies.” Diwa Jasmine Alcantara, the now-confirmed prostitute I only briefly saw at the diner all those nights ago, had a 500-mile-radius summon button and nothing else... at least until now as I glance through all her options. She breezed up to Sophia’s door on no other contact or premise, coming up with this excuse of being here as a working girl all on her own.

Her customizations remain as obscenely affordable as they were back then, and good thing too because I'm just bringing her in as a body. What's almost off-putting is that she came in exactly the same getup I saw her in that night: fat breasts barely contained in a tube-top, a leather skirt that now had some suspicious stains, thigh-high boots, and fishnet stockings that somehow got even more damaged. She also still stinks like body sprays, an impressive feat in a room that will take days to stop smelling like vaginal lubrication.

“We need to get you a bath first.”

“You heard me, right?” she grunts, her eyes drifting between the digital replay of Sophia and the real thing as the magical voice does it’s thing. Based on her attitude, I suspect I summoned her at an inopportune moment… but that was no concern of mine and, now, hers.

DIWA JASMINE ALCANTARA
Private Contractor (She’ll accept any price for any sexual service from User or people User designates.)
Built for Sex (Her entire body becomes an erogenous zone.)
DD-Cup Breasts (Her breasts increase to DD-cup.)
Fat Ass (Her ass doubles in size.)
DSL (Her lips double in size and sensitivity.)
Dedicated Fuckhole (Her vagina becomes constricting and ever-moist without her will or arousal.)
Dress Me (User can dress her however he wants.)
Move Me (User can position her however he wants.)
Yes Woman (She always consents to sex, no matter her feeling on the matter or the partner(s).)
Electrified Pleasure (She can transfer her arousal to another woman with a touch.)
Fuck to Live (She regains sexual and regular health and stamina from sex with anyone else.)
Live to Fuck (She regains her appearance from when she was eighteen, plus any other purchases applying to her.)
Service with a Smile (Causing or experiencing sexual pleasure causes happiness.)
Arousal Multipler (X=6) (She becomes aroused X times more easily, where X is the number of ranks of this customization.)
Hotkey: Love at First Sight (Hotkey: User can assign her a lover that she becomes obsessed with for 24 hours, once per day.)
Hotkey: Remove All (Hotkey: strips to nude, unlimited.)
TOTAL COST: 101 GEMS. OK? Purchased!

The physical transformation goes unnoticed, of course, by anyone but me... and no one bats an eye when she starts stripping at my command. The only one that seems distraught is Diwa herself, but I soon find out that it's because she's already got whole droplets drooling down her thick thighs. It suddenly strikes me that, aside from the enlarged assets, she doesn't really look all that different. The bags under her eyes are gone, sure, and some of the weird scars here or there have disappeared... but ultimately I suspect she wasn't actually half as old as I took her for. When at last all her cheap trappings are in a pile, she looks at me expectantly.

I don't even really know who I've welcomed into Sophia's house... but I also know she’s now clean, safe to creampie, and by the looks of her a plump, fun fuck besides. “I'm going to pay you a dollar to go take a bath, get cleaned up, and then come back to pleasure literally anyone in this house who wants it for the next 24 hours. Got it?”

“Of course, daddy,” Diwa suddenly declares with a wink and a natural, lustful moan that makes my cock twitch. She passes her hand gently across the head of it as she walks away, teasing me with her shifting ass as she goes...

Holy shit, wait, am I a pimp now? No, no, this is a special occasion... at the end of the day, I'm not normally going to order her to fuck anybody, except maybe myself or... well, we'll figure out those dynamics later. For now, I just have an orgy to run... and an achievement to review.

MASTER OF CEREMONIES
Have an orgy with at least 8 attendants: COMPLETE. 100 GEMS AWARDED!
Have an orgy with at least 10 attendants: 9/10. 100-GEM AWARD.

I guess Anand masturbating over this whole scene and Diwa getting ready to join is enough participation. As Leona and her mother tremble in unison, I'm reminded of what I wanted to claim in the first place-

Ding-dong.

Hell YES, I was worried the mile radius would mean she was out of range! I quickly open the door and greet the newest name to join the fray...

Shock and slight horror isn't what I'm expecting, but sure enough Maria Chan has nothing but that painted on her face as the echoes of everyone's fornication leak out of the house. Oh, I'm also naked... but hey, her customization means she's not even noticing that.“Hey Maria! Come on in!”

“W-What is... what's going-?!” No time, of course; I grab her shoulders and easily pick her up and move her in while kicking the door closed. Her brain pauses as it wraps around ignoring my inappropriate touching of her and, as I put her back down on her feet, the quick stripping of her body as she stares with wide, stunned eyes at the mess adjacent to us.

“Dr. Anand, can you redirect your therapy efforts to Maria? She's really conservative and not likely to join us in the pit.” That wasn't really true, except where "conservative" means "unwilling to fuck almost a dozen female strangers." But that's enough to rope them both into Dr. Anand's customization: On-Call Doctor means no one complains or resists therapy, and that means Maria'll be here to stay... and as I strip her down to her panties, that'll be enough to make her a participant.

“Well, good evening... ah, sorry, it's... a long night, hah,” Samantha Anand steadily declares before introducing herself. She and Maria exchange pleasantries, Maria leaning over the back of the couch to shake the good doctor's hands while I bend her tiny teen body over. The wings of a pad poke out from her panties, no doubt her effort to stop her wet and wild periods from staining her clothes... but that wetness is exactly what I need right now. I roughly tear the panties down and pay no particular mercy to her cunt before I fill it with the only dick it can't acknowledge the entry of. Maria gasps halfway through her introduction and nervously laughs while I give her a few pumps... and as the Vita dings in my free hand, I'm satisfied before quietly withdrawing and letting her sit down for Samantha's lecture.

MASTER OF CEREMONIES
Have an orgy with at least 10 attendants: COMPLETE. 100 GEMS AWARDED!
Have an orgy with at least 12 attendants: 10/12. 100-GEM AWARD.

GEMS: 244/300

This is going fairly brilliantly... but my list of ladies to summon grows short. Even if I invited that writer chick--Belle, was it?--I'd still be short... and that leaves...

... Kimberly Matheu.

That strange, angry woman has, by now, carried out all the awful instructions of the punishment I arranged for her. I know she's got at least one adult daughter, and plus herself that would make two more attendants. As long as I gave each at least 50 gems, then, they'd be safe to fuck and would pay for their customizations immediately. Zeus' Bride already secures them against getting me in trouble... now it's just a matter of finding out what kind of "wives" I've acquired by happenstance.

... But man that lady was crazy. I consider my options, between the Matheus or the Santiagos or some other possibilities as I saunter up behind Irie while she lectures at Sophia.

“Yeah, you like that, don't you, sinner...? Such a... damned... slut...!” She comes herself as she works the dildo into the English teacher's crotch... and that seems a good time to throw her dress over her back and quickly pull her panties down to reveal her soaked, renewed snatch, a sliver of twitching, wet pink between fat, beautiful brown lips. “W-What are you doing, young man-?!”

“I'm going to let you make me come to improve your score,” I casually explain as I kneel behind her, my dick tapping lightly against Mama Teller's clit, “because I bet I can get more out of you first.”

She glares back at me... but there is hesitation there. She weighs her chances in a way that Leona, who stares daggers at me when she isn't wincing with every blissful spank from Alice, does not. “You're being fresh.”

These explanations were practiced in my mind beforehand; luckily, Leona's customization made Irie's attitude predictable. “But I bet you think you'll win this exchange... and you know it's an edge the others won't get.”

“Don't you... don't you dare, D... Dav- hnng!” Leona's protest die with a few faster spanks from Alice; my #1 wingwoman in this grand orgy, just as I enter Irie, filling her wrenching, experienced pussy as she backs into me. I groan at the clutch of this experienced mother's crotch, and it becomes clear she's given up any argument against trying to get me to come as soon as possible... even as Leona's bliss repeats through her own circuit. Sophia, with her uncensored, mindless moans, just urge everyone on as I hump mindlessly with my arms hugging Iris’s wide waist and groping all along her thighs and hips. I wasn't expecting such... a professional motion from the saintly mother, but if I didn't know better I'd say this experience has awakened something “experienced” in her, something that spoke of a time before Leona was born... of a life of mastery of sex that none of my novice Custom Girls had thus far matched. I sort of anticipated this from Diwa, a literal professional, not from the Jesus freak...!

“H-Holy Je-!” I gasp as she tries to guide me down by pushing against me.

“Don't you dare hold His name in vain... you little scamp. You thought you could... nngh! ... come in here and own this? You're mine now, big boy, you hear me?”

“F-Fuck-!” Crap, she's really going to make me come... a-and how?! It's almost like she can tense up a section of her vagina, gripping just under my head and pulling and... h-holy God, I'm gonna... no, it's been barely a minute, I've been fucking all week, h-how-?!

“Yeah, you ain't ready for this boy... come for mama, give it to me, come in this little pussy, give me your baby, do it-”

I can only grunt pitifully as I hug her tighter... and fill her birth canal with potent seed. She's got more than enough gems to bar pregnancy... but for a moment, as she urges it... I can feel it: I'm going to knock her up... I'm going to have a child with Irie Teller... and I'm powerless to prevent it, or to not want it. I come in the urging, fertile mother beneath me, and as I groan and tremble as her pussy continues to manually jerk me off mid-orgasm, I lean back as she follows me with her ass, riding atop me as she uses her weight to…

… to… oh God, she isn’t stopping. At some point, her milk-soaked dress comes off, revealing those monstrous, freely-lactation tits as this shapely fertility goddess buries me under her, leaning forward to coo her words as her motherly nipples nestle into my shoulders.

“Looks like that's my gain, Mr. Haines. Now let big mamma work,” she laughs as she finally leans back to keep forcefully fucking Sophia with the dildo… and crushing my own cock in her vice grip while she does it. With dazed eyes I look down to where we’re joined… and not so much as a drop of my cum has escaped her thirsting womb and the grip she has on me. Who the Hell is Leona’s mom?!

I glance up in time catch Maria and Samantha suddenly making out loudly just behind me on the couch. Alice has also ducked down to begin eating Leona out, her nails digging harshly into the sensitive ass that can only drive the teen to come in perpetuity as it's mauled.

Irie bucks her waist hard, massaging my crotch wholly with her beautiful thighs as she continues to drain me.