Predator Creditor

Her drained, G-cup breasts remain no less malleable than I recall, but the slightest touch of them seems to stir her, moaning and wide-eyed, from her exhaustive sleep. The arousal multiplier indeed works and, as before, exponentially so with the sensitive breasts modification. “Does that feel better now?”

“Yes-aah! But I'm so... tired... please... ykk!” It's a new sound from her as her overloaded body arches once more; I hadn't groped her for more than a few seconds! I wasn't about to blow the 50 gems to increase the arousal multiplier another step, but how functional would she be if I did...?

“You're tired... but you owe me now, don't you?” The awareness on the new feature is off, but she still has to feel like she's in debt, right?

“Wha... of... of course, so please, stop being... so... aah!” Another orgasm. Five gems would be in my account before I sleep today, of that I've no doubt.

Seeing the state of her and the new mods gives me a second wind. Eagerly, I probe her, “How many do you owe me?”

“Fuck, I... I owe you... five hundred and... one... twoaah!”

Man, 502... wait, that means...

I let her rest as I scoop my phone back up from the nightstand and check: in all the excitement I really did miss the blinking achievement button.

MASTER OF PLEASURE
Cause 500 orgasms: COMPLETE. 30 GEMS AWARDED.
Cause 1,000 orgasms: 692/1,000. 40 GEM AWARD.

Hell yeah, I- wait, 692?! I know damn well I didn't make Ms. Green and Alice come 190 times, at least not in person; what else am I being given credit for? A question for someone far less busy than I am at the moment. The important thing is that I'm back up to 50 gems... and if I had just seen it earlier, I probably would've slotted in the creampie addiction without even catching this weirder, potentially more useful debt mod. I leave the achievements menu until I notice it's still blinking.

SHAPER OF CARNALITY
Invest at least 100 gems into a single Custom Girl: COMPLETE. 20 GEMS AWARDED.
Invest at least 200 gems into a single Custom Girl: 116/200. 30-GEM AWARD.

A new pillar... and yet more gems. Alright, so that makes it 70 gems... and now I feel less silly about going deep into the options on Sophia or Alice. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I still need to figure out this "debt" system. Turning from my phone to regard my huge-titted host, I think about how to explore it. “So, right now, how does that debt make you... feel?”

“I... oh God... I had full scholarships, my parents paid for this house in cash, my car is paid off, I... I lived debt-free, except now I can't until I make you... come five... hundred... oh God, how will I pay this off...?! I feel terrible!” Watching her mind mold and shape the new truth of her situation is almost frightening to watch, but her desperation and self-loathing is so keen that the app's weird choice finally makes sense: Sophia Lia, by way of smarts, privilege, and money, has probably never owed anyone anything for too long... and obviously it's important to her that it remain so.

I almost wonder if I even need the modifications until she opens her mouth.

“I'll never... pay it off...”

Never? We'll see about that. I pick the phone back up from the nightstand; her eyes are buried in the crook of her arm anyways, so I don't hesitate to openly purchase her next options then and there.

SOPHIA LIA:
Orgasm Debts: Subs to Creditor
Orgasm Debts: Alternative Performance
Orgasm Debts: Transferrable Accounts
TOTAL COST: 55 gems. OK?

I'm left with the humble pile of fifteen gems... and soon, a frowning Ms. Lia staring up at me from the bed with wide, worried eyes.

Sophia Lia had established early in her life a few pillars of character: look amazing, but not slutty; be proud and show strength; humble those who would challenge her; and owe “them” nothing.

“They” were not merely men, but for those formative years of being groped by crushes she immediately resented, and into the college years of almost being **** when she finally tried dating, men were always the creditors to avoid. This translated into a deep resentment of debt, one she used to drive her to excellence and earning a generous scholarship—a scholarship!- to Harvard and made her tackle those eight years of accelerated course work. Despite the stress and demand of such prestigious education, she also worked as a freelance writer/blogger to help pay those minor debts not even the scholarship could pay. Of course, there were suitors: generous, pig-headed men that had paid her way through Harvard in exchange for vague promises or teases of attentions Sophia never intended to, nor ever did, give them. The carrot and stick of her video consultations never went too far, and her pride was never tainted.

Along with her wealthy parents’ generosity, Sophia Lia was able to acquire the life she wanted in every way... except in getting a job. In spurning so many wealthy scumbags, she had closed a number of doors until she was left with only one: serving as a lowly literature teacher in her hometown’s education system. Even with this setback, however, she could hold her head up high knowing she owed neither dime nor diddle to anyone.

This was Sophia Lia then. But here is Sophia Lia now.

She is in... a terrible debt, one far worse than if she had half a million to pay to Harvard or a mortgage. How did she know its tally so perfectly? How couldn’t she, her mind naturally advised her, when this debt’s becoming so monstrous? As a certain app molded and shaped her thoughts, she rationalized them each in turn: even when **** or driven to a mindless state, her body simply knew how many orgasms she suffered. Presuming Mr. Haines was capable of ejaculating four times a day, and every day in a row, it would still take almost a third of a year for her to be rid of the debt... and that presumes her easy trigger never again goes off.

But why must she be so eager? Because it’s what matters to her and her pride, her mind again changes to tell her, that she must, absolutely must seek ways to be rid of the debt and as soon as possible, even if there is no “due date” or other penalty for delaying. Even without pride, why... it is just the way of things for Ms. Lia, now.

But what she isn’t ready for, and what sends her reeling back as she considers Dave... is the humiliating shame of this debt. No matter how she was saddled with it, this debt is her shame, her inferiority, before her creditor. She has borrowed so much from a jobless student, for Christ’s sake! What right has she to tell him anything when she can never pay this back?! Or... can she?

As the haze of her orgasmic exhaustion slowly lifts, Sophia lets her eyes drift to her young captor's bare, still-hard cock. She could perhaps work another orgasm out of him before he's truly spent, given how many she'd paid back when she was resisting earlier. How dare I resist?! I owe him so... damn much...

“I'll never... pay it off...” She repeats her realization, but it does not ease the urge to be rid of what she owes.

“Well... you could return the favor,” the bold student suggested, only now Sophia could not imagine cursing him out when she was this indebted to him. All her bold fire and anger from before, even that slap she so willfully delivered... how did she manage such things when her debt was already so high back then? She can't fathom it now.

All she can do is squeeze her eyes shut and wish her reality was different. “That many times...?”

“Maybe if you did what I'd ask, I'd forgive some amount of the debt?”

“That's... yes, but the things I'd have to do... they would be...” Illegal? Only because she's his teacher; he's a legal, consenting adult, after all, and the only rules broken would be administrative ones.

“You could give me a blowjob right now.”

“That's...” Disgusting? Yes. Abhorrent? Totally. Something she can so strongly, clearly object to as her pride wilts before her creditor? No, not anymore. “... something I'm not... comfortable... with...”

“But you do have to pay this debt.”

“Of course!” With a groan to her words, Sophia sits up in her bed, her arm scooping her breasts in a miserable attempt to manage decency as she lies stark-naked before him. “But oral sex is... only barely five orgasms, at best, and to have to do it even once... nevermind a hundred times...”

Dave raises an eyebrow as Sophia explains the going rate for some teacher head, but she can't even fathom why he's surprised. With all the generous petting of her body he's committed to--perhaps the most compliments she's ever received from a man, permitted from a man--did he think he could talk his way into a discount? Even humbled, she won't permit it.

How... did she just put a price on it? Is that just her offer, or does the app set the price? What else has a price tag we can establish? My voice low but eager, I ask, “And if you gave me your virginity, how many would that be worth?”

“T-That's pricele- aah!” Her fingers leap to her nipples, sore and battered as they are, for trying to lie; she barely gets a tweak before she cries out, “That's 100,000 orgasms, at least!”

“A hundred-?! Jesus...” I mean we could try for it, but that'll take a Hell of a long time... no, but that's the price now... and though I can tell she's more meek--or submissive, as the app put it--in her answers, I'm left wondering if making her meeker will let me haggle the price down. “We'll just have to work our way up to that...”

“You can't...!”

“What if I wear a condom?”

“Of course that's with a condom!”

“What? Then what's the price without?”

“T... Triple!”

“Even though... you can't get pregnant, or catch any STDs? Not that I have any-”

“W-What are you even talking about? T-There's still... that would change things, yes, but I'm not on birth control...”

Awareness being turned off means she rationalizes whatever changes the app makes, but I suppose there's no reason or way for her to know about her new immunities. I contemplate her figure as I imagine it servicing me... and, I suppose, removing her debt and her submissiveness as I go. Do I really want to see her build back up to her bitchy, normal self? “Ms. Lia... Hell, Sophie...” She can't so much as wrinkle her nose at my casual address, now. “What would make letting me fucking that pussy more affordable?”

Her mind works quickly to drive an answer from her mouth, open and true, until we're both surprised. “I-If my virginity was already taken, or if we were married.”

I can't help but chuckle at that, which does nothing for the anxiety my English teacher is suffering, prone and bare before me. She makes the mistake of re-covering her recently-tweaked breasts, making her body shudder from the touch. “Well, how many orgasms to have you fuck yourself with a dildo?”

“I... i-it would be 50,000!”

“And... what if I just took it?”

“W-What? That would... be free- and ****!”

“No, that's not what I mean! Jesus... I mean what if you asked me to?”

“I... I never would- but then, of course it'd be... free.”

Now FREE is a price I can do. With hands accustomed to access, I once again pounce on her, slipping my fingers underneath her protective arms to stroke the generous flesh she hoards. Her voice spikes the moment I reach her; my knee goes to rest against a cleft I find damp the moment I touch it. Her body betrays her... and I give her a gentle kiss as I "punish" her. “What's it going to take for you to ask me to fuck that pussy?”

“What... that's... oh God... oh-!” Her arms flex as if they're ready to help him **** her tits, but she cries out to stop them, “I'd need to love you!”

“How close are you to loving me?”

“Nowhere near, and giving me... these onerous compliments are... not going to change that!”

Love, huh...? Or maybe enough submission to just let me have her... or maybe both? The app talks about submission... but maybe this is just how she will finally open her heart to me-

Alright, now I'm sipping my own Kool-Aid here. Whatever... as long as she ends up having as much fun as I do... and being less of a bitch in the process... then I don't have anything to feel guilty about, right?

I continue to discipline her mammaries, earning another moan into my mouth as she arches against me as if to beg for more. “How close are you... to submitting to my wish to fuck you?”

Sophia Lia could never answer such a question with anything but a mirthless laugh and either **** or formal notice to authorities... but here, in the justified grip of her punisher, she gasps without thinking, “Far... I'm still far...!”

I drink her gasps as she comes in my grip; I don't wait for her to come back down before asking, “How many more orgasms until you're submissive enough to let me fuck you like I want?”

“I... I don't know...!”

Right, how could she? The whole "trade-in" perk from the app means she must know a price to set, but submission? There's no measuring that, other than she gets ever moreso every time her pussy clenches. She barely manages words now as her exhaustion returns in full **** with the second orgasm. Indeed, she's probably ready to just collapse back into moist sleep.

But I'm not interested in sleep.