Teacher’s Pet

I liked pussy. And I liked women who liked to get fucked in the pussy. And, if I was going to get that ass…and I was gonna get that ass, then I didn’t need her wanting my dick down her throat anymore than she already did.

Plus, who doesn’t like gifts?

I was close to passing out, but a quick glance at the store and I spent the rest of my credits to get myself down to 0 and ensure I earned credits at the highest rate tomorrow.

Disease is soooo 90s: Immunity to STDs for yourself. This does not cure diseases active at acquisition: 1 Credit

Downtime is for servers: reduced recovery period before you can have sex again: 3 credits.

Given the diseases which were going around and what I was planning, the first was just sensible. The second…well...what can I say, I wanted to be superhuman. There were available upgrades for both, but I had no credits and was tired.

After checking my phone was locked, I crashed altogether. I didn’t even climb under the covers, as my sweat-slicked body was still hot from all the exertion and sex.

I dreamt of joy. All the criminals, the monsters back in Arkham, rehabilitated, working for the common good in public and pleasuring me in private, finding redemption in service, in all the meanings of that word.

I’ve dreamed that since I got the app, but now the dreams are more specific, and its not just the villains. Asa, Kianna, Diamond, they were moving through the throng of criminals. Where the criminals crawled, these women stalked, my lieutenants, the mistresses of my harem, who kept the criminals in line, who kept them constantly ready for me, constantly eager for me.

Diamond pulled one up from the throng and I somehow knew she was the newest member of our little family. Catwoman’s costume had never hidden much, but now it had been modified to hide nothing, holes cut in it allowed immediate, unrestricted access to her breasts, her quim, her ass.

Despite her skills and strength, the supervillain merely whimpered as Diamond pulled her too and fro by her hair, displaying her for my pleasure, calling out her skills, her attributes, trying to tempt me with her newest pupil, her newest ****.

I patted my pet’s stomach, beside the throne I was suddenly sitting on, without glancing down, I asked, “What do you think? Shall I sample Catwoman?”

Whimpers and moans came from the pet under my hand, but she knew better than to actually speak. Pets didn't talk, they had to convey their thoughts through body language. I glanced down at Bridgette’s bound body, as her hands desperately tried to reach her cunt, but couldn’t, the bonds covering her lush body preventing her. That made it hard to convey much of anything, but kept her in line and available for my needs, or the needs of anyone else in my harem. She was at the bottom of the hierarchy and would stay there. Forever.

In reality, I lacked the skills for such rope-work. I’d done some dominance play and enjoyed it, but bondage, with ropes, required skills I’d never bothered to, as I’d always been able to restrain a partner with my hands, or a word, which I and most of my partners preferred.

Bridgette’s head shook. She wanted me for herself, but I grinned, walking towards the bent over thief, running my dick along her sopping pussy, only to savagely thrust it into her ass, prompting screams and moans as my dick was suddenly surrounded by warm tightness, both in the dream and in reality.

And reality was returning, as my eyes opened slowly, lazily, as the next day dawned...