The Durability of Porcelain

IVETTE SINCLAIR: Exciting Albinism has been added.

Awareness toggled on for Exposure Sensitivity.

Awareness toggled on for Stress Fucker.

At the end of the day, the other two options are just too risky: sure, she can't get STDs or whatever, but what about her patients as she goes room to room, especially if I really lean into her going from doctor to "wet nurse" to all her patients? Letting her go bareback on everyone would just be unsanitary. On the other hand, making her come while eating anything sounds fun, but it wouldn't apply nearly as often as mere light turning her on. It's only once all is said and done, and Ivette turns to face me with a red face, that I start to wonder just how arousing my aura, the bathroom lights, and her nudity are when combined here.

“This... this is because of you...” Her words are sighed but I can tell she's struggling to put anger into her voice. I expect some kind of submissive surrender now that she knows the score; Ms. Lia had succumb once she got stuck with her punishment, after all.

But I’ve clearly been winning too long to expect that from someone who hasn’t been **** into submissiveness. “H-Hey, don't grab it aga-ah-AH!” But my words turn into yelps of pain as she moves on me. For all her frailty, she proves both capable and well-trained: soon her hand is on my wrist and twists it or my palm the wrong way, the details of it lost as pain explodes behind my eyes. My whole body bows in reflex to try and relieve the pressure of it, forcing me to face my shins. As I gasp in pain, she wrenches the phone from my fingers again...

... and releases me immediately. She blinks at the phone in her grasp as I stand upright again, rubbing the wrist I cradle to my chest as I stare at her with confused fear. She looks back up to me... only Jane's voice is what issues from her mouth. “Wow, so um... we kind of program punishments to warn them to not try and mess with you or the phone... but uh, she's... pissed. I mean she is not impressed at all by how much pleasure she’s feeling! We're going to have to workshop this one...”

“W-Workshop?! She nearly broke my wrist!”

Jane-Ivette giggles at my outburst, but she's quick to address my obvious frustration. “W-Well I can assure you she should be feeling amazing… I mean even now in her body, I had to turn it off to avoid coming… mmm…” Jane-Ivette opens her legs ever so slightly… and heavy droplets of vaginal lubrication spill on the floor as if to prove her claim.

“If she comes she’ll snap my neck,” I grumble.

“You should definitely take care… and hey, you've got plenty of power and Girls already, so there’s no harm in letting this one go and turning all the awareness off again!”

“I just put my whole family in her medical care, how do you figure that?!”

“That’s-! Erm, well that’s supposed to lead to sexy scenarios… huh. Well, you can solve that one on your own! Just, you know... with the help of the app! They can't all be as easy as your sister.”

“I gue- hey!” I think to defend my sister's honor... and upon remembering just how much of a cumdump I'd turned her into this morning, I mutter, “She wasn't like that before me.”

“Before us.” I stare at the succubus hiding behind those albino eyes, but she only makes the flesh wink cutely before handing the phone back once more. “Be careful, though: these punishments get pretty severe if she keeps piling them up or getting more... 'offensive.' You don't have to let her know; we'll make sure she gets it this time.”

SELECT PUNISHMENT FOR UNAUTHORIZED USER AND ATTACKER IVETTE SINCLAIR:

PORCELAIN DOLL: User can freeze her in place or make her go limp by any command she can understand and can reverse the effect the same way. She can be frozen for a number of minutes equal to the gems spent on her.

MALPRACTICE INSURANCE: any harm or damages caused by her can be repaid with sexual service scaled to severity.

DESPAIR FUCKER: replaces Stress Fucker. Orgasms caused by User or those designated by User become the only means of stress relief for her, requiring several to offload particularly severe amounts. She is immune to the lethal effects of unrelieved stress.

The latter two make perfect sense for how the succubi work… but it’s that first one that really speaks to my current problem with Ivette: stopping her from breaking my joints or worse.

God, who even is she? Where does an exhausted night-shift doctor find time to pick up kung-fu or whatever the Hell she did minutes ago? Well, regardless, the safe choice is obviously Porcelain Doll: it would give me control over her and let me take a moment to try and talk her down... or else at least tie to her something so she doesn't break my knees or whatever. It might be the least useful upgrade over time; eventually I’d never have to use it… as long as she behaved.

IVETTE SINCLAIR: Porcelain Doll has been added.

It dawns on me only now, with my sore wrist still cradling my phone, that none of the two unselected punishments were available this time. Are they lost forever when I don’t pick them? There’s no real means to experiment and find out unless Ivette tries to take my phone again-

Jane vacates Ivette in so plain a transition that she may as well have manifested physically; instead, all it takes is seeing that hatred spring into Ivette’s face. The good doctor has obviously been chastised or lectured, somehow, as to the consequences of resistance and her new features…

… which explains why her fist shoots into my throat and then covers my gasping mouth as I try to say anything. Stunned as I am, ****, gasping for air that will not come, I barely notice as she grabs my phone-wielding hand and touches the device only enough to launch it violently towards the opposite side of the bathroom. My eyes barely follow its downward arc, finding my phone only as it clips the metal shower door…