Carefully Tuning the Bulldog

I know it makes sense to do this, since Ms. Hatts' in range and given her upcoming lunch meeting with my plaything, but I almost still can't believe I'm switching my app to her profile. The first surprise I find when I do so is that, unlike Ms. Lia, Ms. Hatts' options are shockingly cheap: getting blowjobs on command is just twenty gems for her, and virtually everything perverted or simple just costs one gem. What about Ms. Hatts makes her so easy to manipulate? The succubus doesn't answer my musings this time, but maybe it'll become obvious with time. For now, I've only got a minute or two to scroll and find something I can use to be near or at that meeting with just the ten gems I won. The "job security" option I put on Ms. Lia costs only 2 gems for Ms. Hatts, so I throw it in the cart for now. The usual array of blowjobs, increasing her breasts even further (to HH-cup!), and other body mods are all there. I get my hopes up under Hotkeys when I find an option to have her **** the nearest person on command, but even on her its too steep at 35 gems. But what catches my eye is waiting for me under Miscellaneous:

Always uses sexual punishments for staff and students that can't be disobeyed: 5 gems

Whoa... whoa! The loop I'm hoping for is obvious: Ms. Lia can't keep herself out of trouble anymore as long as I'm around, and Ms. Hatts can never be stopped from "punishing" Ms. Lia. I almost have to slap myself to knock away the blind optimism of that plan, though. What did sexual punishments include, anyways? Far more importantly: would I also be incapable of disobeying? Being pinned down and **** by this beast of a woman was not very enticing (or was it?), but I could always lock her down later with other commands... right? Swallowing hard and swearing to (appear to) behave, I risk it and blow seven of the gems on these two options, turning our bulldog into some kind of sexual trickster goddess and making sure she can never get shit-canned for it. I can't know what that lunch break is going to look like, but-

[Sexual Punisher]

.... Hello? Rather than a Resistance Conditioning button sitting next to it, the new MISC. feature is itself a button... and with a click, I'm shown another buffet of options apparently tied just to this customization.

Sexual Punisher, Advanced:
Believes orgasms are suitable punishments for anything: 1 gem
Always has parental/supervisor approval for her punishments: 2 gems
Deputizes the User to help carry out disciplinary measures: 3 gems
Can discipline people with afterschool assignments: 4 gems
Authorizes the User to punish on her behalf: 100 gems

Given how cheap the other options have been, I almost balk at a 100-gem sub-option... except the insane power it would appear to grant me, at least within the confines of this school, almost makes me tremble. If I could get people to act out--and with this app, of course I could--they'd be at my complete mercy for whatever I could conjure up... as long as Ms. Hatts was doling out the punishment, of course. Well, it's just a fantasy for now, and I'd rather be a part of today than just start saving up for a week. Losing my last three gems to be part of the action without knowing what the action even is gives me pause. The solution was obvious, of course: just seven more-

"Oh... oh God...!"

... or rather, six more orgasms as I return to periodically clicking her squeeze button. I can hear Ms. Hatts vacating the bathroom in a furious huff after Ms. Lia came, but my choices are already locked in. The table is set... now I just have to fetch a few more gems from Ms. Lia. I swap to her in the app and get to work.

Half an hour later...

Ms. Lia gasps, cries, and drools into her skirt as she folds herself against her own legs. Trace amounts of milk join the mess on her clothes as she utterly fails to regain her composure, and her sore nethers clench at nothing in yet another torturous orgasm. Her make-up has long since run from her face, and only slight bits of mascara remain streaked from her eyes. She can no longer stand from the toilet during this unending torment, even as her legs tremble with the duty to march into class and teach the next period. Her next class would know this strange, fugue state of orgasmic bliss for what it is, but she still can't keep her glistening thighs to stop squeezing together in small, almost painful hugs of her swollen twat. Her arms shake with fatigue as they continue to maul her breasts against her knees, and she is on the verge of quitting her pitiful resistance, to simply surrender in full to this mindless self indulgence...

... and then, as abruptly as it began... she ceases her desire to masturbate. The squeezings stop, and she is permitted to stand upright as she continues to cry and drool over herself. She was so thirsty, so sore, and her legs shook violently with the effort to stand... but, at last, she is free. The human body, man or woman, was not meant to have twenty-seven orgasms in less than an hour's time. For Ms. Lia's humble experience until now, it felt like hours had passed here in this hot little prison of a toilet cubicle. The entire girl's restroom reeked of her sex, she's sure... and if she doesn't hurry, rumors would spread like wildfire about how it truly was her sex that stunk up the toilets.

But rest... just a bit of rest... until she can walk again. It's all she asks for...

... and it's all her legs deny her as they revolt against fatigue and lunge their owner forward towards her programmed, eternal goal: to never quit and never take vacations. Soaked through her clothes, reeking of her own fluids, and moaning her complaints, she throws open the bathroom door as the bell releases students into the hall for the next period. This is a disaster: she cannot afford to be seen by her next class in this state, but at the very least, please she begs, let her have at least some deniability... and she will have none if seen by the hundreds of young eyes about to witness her shameful body through see-through top, ruined skirt, and her miserable disposition. She attempts to hurry down the hall, her heels long forgotten in the bathroom... and like a newborn horse trying to sprint, her wobbling knees trick her.

The floor comes rushing at her, and survival instincts brace her face against the fall with her arms. She stumbles and slides on her own moistness... and lands flat against her chest as it presses against the freezing tiled floor of the hall. A cracked moan slips from her just as the first dozens of high schoolers come out, phones in hand, conversations stopped mid-sentence... and shocked faces and slow thumbs sent to camera apps begin. Ms. Lia rises, her teeth clenched as she tries to hold back. Her hands drift towards her breasts almost out of habit, and she brushes her nipple before she can pull away proper. She stumbles again, falling to her knee and tearing her skirt in front. "No!" is all she can barely manage to gasp as the hall becomes more packed with stunned students. Some continue on their way to class, though not before snapping photos; this just means more kids pass the curious knot of seniors until they, too, see what's on display this morning.

"Yo, her tits are out!"

"Wet t-shirt contest, huh?"

"This is the best fucking Tuesday ever."

"Check it out!"

"Are those her- no way."

"Ms. Lia is flashing her titties at us!"

Ms. Lia, shaking as she cries, does her best to daintily cover her breasts as she screams, "Stop staring at my milkies- no, my bre- aaah!" But that proves to be the worst time to find out she can no longer fight the compulsion to comically name her anatomy. Her dainty touch turns into her thumbs and forefingers wrenching her nipples until they squirt a nearby varsity player and his girlfriend with baby's milk. Horrified without recourse, Ms. Lia crawls and stumbles with the help of a wall past the stunned, painted cast of teenagers and into her slowly-filling classroom.

MASTER OF PLEASURE
Cause twenty orgasms: COMPLETED. 15 GEMS AWARDED.
Cause forty orgasms: 27/40. 20 GEM AWARD.

I was back in my class with the longest, dumbest grin in the confused and horny English class, and only the security guard had any doubts as to why I ought to be so glad to have missed most of the hour. I'd be forgiven, though: even the teacher missed the hour. Just after the bell rings and releases us, I more hear the show than see it: Ms. Lia was being **** to attend the next class, and now she's stuck in the hall, surrounded by students. I'm out of sight as I use the opposite classroom door to leave, and that's how I prefer it: no reason to let her on to my involvement, not yet. I think about sending a few more commands, maybe a few public squeezings before I head out... but that would be cruel. It would be wrong, right? She's already suffering so much. So what if she disciplines me all the time, or teaches a boring class, or probably has my permanent record looking like swiss cheese? So what if she's at my mercy at the push of a button; does that mean I should take advantage every time I-?

She moans in the doorway of her class as she squeezes her breasts one more time for the road. Sorry, I really just can't resist. Besides, it's for a good cause... one I wasn't counting on fulfilling this early.

TORTURER OF DRIVES
Arouse or frustrate at least 200 people in a day: COMPLETED. +2 DAILY GEM AWARDED.
Arouse or frustrate at least 1,000 people in a day: 319/1,000. +3 DAILY GEM AWARD.

I have to guess the succubi are happy with how much energy I'm sending their way. They don't answer beyond the fact that I'm now earning 16 gems a day. In any case, I have no intention of slowing down. With my best effort to suppress my grin, I saunter away from the scene.