Chewsday Innit?

Steve wakes up on Tuesday feeling rather fantastic now that this app has taken root in his life. What kind of day will he have? What will he explore? The possibilities were basically endless. An app that can alter reality? Crazy talk for most people. But not Steve, this was his life.

After completing his normal morning routine he set out to work driving his busted up Honda Civic. Once in the work parking lot he realized he didn't set quests for either of the girls for today. But he wondered, would the three day quest that Questie made prevent him from giving Ashley more quests until the 3 days are up? Technically its only day 2/3 since the quest started Monday.

He opened the Quest Master application on his phone and began looking for answers. Starting with Ashley, he clicked the profile and tapped "create quest" which seemed to work. But he figured if the application was like any video game or app on the market, the error might not come until he hits submit. So knew had a plan for what he wanted, which was more teasing. "I mean, who doesn't like teasing right?" he thought to himself with a smirk on his face.

Steve chose the "Love Triangle" option from the drop down list and then waited for Questie: Game Master app AI to create the quest for Ashley to complete today. He tapped submit and awaited the AI's response.

Quest: Passion for All

Theme: Love Triangle

Description: Ashley, you must sexually seduce BOTH Katrina AND Steve from work. You saw them leave yesterday and were jealous. Now you will try to become the third wheel.

Steve jumped for joy in his seat fist pumping the air. Lady luck was on his side. Just last night at dinner Katrina mentioned how Ashley needed to be controlled and Steve felt part of that was because of Katrina's own will to control Ashley. This was getting damn good!

A box appeared where Steve could write out his own reward for the quest or allow the AI to choose for him like before he purchased his first skill. He thought about what he wanted to give her on top of what had been done before. His first quest once completed in three days would allow him to pick her work attire which means he can get her dressing more slutty. Oh the possibilities. But what to add on top of that? He knew he wanted it to be sexual in nature.

Reward: Ashley must submit to a full body striptease for Steve and Katrina.

Now Steve just had to wait for the AI to create a punishment. If Steve's reward was the Ying, he was curious what Yang the AI would come up with. It had not let him down so far.

Punishment: Your breasts will grow bigger and leak milk all day long.

He was shocked to read what the AI came up with. Ashley was proud of her thinner body and naturally petite proportions. This would really throw a wrench in her self image. And the milk part? Clearly she would be humiliated by the lactation causing her **** mental discomfort. Steve clapped his hands together thinking "well played AI, well played."

Steve tapped Submit thinking it wouldn't work due to his other quest but to his shock and awe, it said "Quest submitted successfully" and off it went to Ashley's phone. He was giddy as hell and excited to see how this unfolded today. But he also had one more quest to hand out. Katrina.

He tapped her profile and clicked create quest. He looked over the possible themes looking for something that could work well with Ashley's quest today. But then he found it and clicked it immediately. "Emotional Rollercoaster" it was damn near brilliant. He clicked submit and waited for the AI to write up Katrina's quest objective.

Quest: Two minds are better than one.

Theme: Emotional Rollercoaster.

Description: Katrina, you are going to play mind games with Ashley today. You will alternate between acts of **** kindness and icy disdain, from sexual tension to sexual disgust, sending her emotions into a whirlwind.

Steve literally gasped reading this. What a fucking combo! Ashley will try to hard to complete her quest and sexually seduce Katrina and Steve but be fraught with obstacles coming from Katrina, **** by the quest. But he had to pick a reward. What would entice Katrina? Could he hand out skills?

Reward: New Skill: Sensual Whispers

He then clicked submit to see if it would work. He intentionally left the description he would give for the skill blank hoping that the AI would give him this because it can pick what the skill does. The AI didn't disappoint!

Reward Accepted. Sensual Whispers: Skill gives the ability to speak in such a manor that arouses anyone who hears. Repeated **** can lead to interesting effects. Must speak in a whisper.

Steve's heart pounded in his chest, a wild mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. The AI's choice of reward was…perfect.

"Sensual Whispers," he muttered, savoring the name. The idea of Katrina, his already dangerously seductive Katrina, wielding the power to incite such primal desire with her voice alone was a fantasy that he couldn't help but indulge in.

The "repeated ****" caveat added a layer of danger that only heightened his interest. What kind of "interesting effects" could arise from constant exposure to such seductive whispers? His mind raced with possibilities, both innocent and deliciously depraved.

He leaned back in his seat, grinning like a predator who had just landed its prey. This wasn't just a game anymore, it was a twisted symphony of manipulation, a web of desire and control that he was expertly weaving.

"Alright, girls," he whispered, a thrill coursing through him. "Let the games begin."

Steve left the comfort of his car in order to attend work. He had submitted both quests and was now on a path of tantalizing titillation. Once inside he sat at his desk and began working like usual. The day was actually pretty slow as the developers were rushing to crush all the bugs they found the day prior. Steve checked the work Ashley had completed for him last night to ensure it was done correctly and to his surprise, it was. About an hour in Ashley approached his cubicle area.

He heard the approach and turned to see who it was. Ashley was wearing her typical business attire suit that hugged every curve but showed no skin what-so-ever.

Ashley's usual attire was a study in controlled elegance - a pencil skirt that hugged her curves, a crisp blouse that accentuated her collarbone, and a blazer that hinted at the power she wielded beneath her composed exterior. But today, Steve noticed something subtly different. There was a nervous energy radiating off of her, a subtle tremor in her hands that betrayed her carefully constructed facade.

Her eyes, normally bright and confident, held a flicker of anxiety as they met his gaze. She seemed to be struggling to maintain her composure, her usual self-assuredness wavering like a candle flame in the wind.

This was exactly the kind of vulnerability that Steve craved. Seeing Ashley so out of her element, stripped bare of her usual control, fueled a dark satisfaction within him. He leaned back in his chair, a predatory smile playing on his lips.

"Well, Ashley," he purred, his voice smooth as silk. "You look... lovely today."

His words, laden with a double meaning that Ashley couldn’t quite decipher, hung in the air between them, thick with unspoken tension.

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to her carefully manicured nails. "Thanks, Steve," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

This was the opening he'd been waiting for.

“You’re nervous,” he stated, more than asked, his eyes boring into hers. “Is something wrong?”

The question hung in the air, a loaded grenade about to explode. She unleashed a torrent of emotions.

Ashley's composure shattered like a dropped vase, the carefully constructed façade crumbling under the weight of her turmoil. Tears welled in her eyes, her voice trembling as a torrent of emotions crashed forth.

"It's...it's everything!" she blurted out, her words tumbling over each other in a rush of panicked desperation. "I feel so...lost. Confused. Like I'm losing control."

She wrung her hands, her manicured nails digging into her palms.

"Katrina... she's...she's so unpredictable," Ashley choked out, her voice a strained whisper. "One minute she's so kind, so caring, and the next...she's icy, distant, almost cruel."

A choked sob escaped her lips.

"And Steve..." she said, her gaze dropping to her lap. "I want to please you both, I really do. But...I'm scared. What if I fail? What if I'm not enough?"

Steve chuckled internally. She had just let out how she wanted to please both of them. And he was going to make her play right into his hands.

"What do you mean, you want to please us both?" he said with a genuinely inquisitive face to tug on her psyche.

Ashley was shocked because she revealed something she wasn't planning to. Her face flushed red and her eyes went wide.

"I...I..." she stammered, unable to meet his gaze. Her fingers fumbled with the strap of her purse, the polished leather digging into her palm. "I didn't mean..." she started, but the words caught in her throat, choked by a wave of panic.

She desperately wanted to retract the confession, to somehow erase the truth she had so carelessly spilled. But the words were out, echoing in the sterile office air, a damning testament to her inner turmoil.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just...forget I said anything."

Steve leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. "Forget it?" he echoed, his voice low and silky. "Why would I do that, Ashley?"

His question hung in the air, dripping with a malevolent sweetness, a promise of both pleasure and pain.

He knew exactly what he was doing, how to exploit her vulnerability, to twist her words into a weapon against her.

He savored her fear, her helplessness, like a fine wine. It was intoxicating.

"Tell me, Ashley," he whispered, his voice laced with a dangerous charm. "What do you want to please us with?"

The question hung in the air, a silent challenge, a dare to cross the line into the abyss.

Ashley's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. In that moment, she knew she was trapped, ensnared in a web of manipulation she could not escape.

She struggled to find a way to tell the truth. Ashley wanted an escape from this moment. Before she had a chance Steve broke through her will.

"Remember how you said you would do anything to help me? Help me understand why you said what you said" he said with a devilish grin on his face. If she wanted to complete the quest and earn her reward, she had to answer truthfully.

"I want to please you both, sexually" she said her face turning and even brighter shade of red, her thighs grinding together.

The words hung in the air, heavy and charged, a confession ripped from her lips under the weight of Steve's relentless pressure. Ashley's confession, delivered with a whisper laced with shame and desire, was a delicious morsel for Steve.

His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair, relishing the power he wielded, the way Ashley's vulnerability was laying bare before him like a fragile flower wilting under a scorching sun.

"Yes," he murmured, his voice a silken caress. "Tell me more about that." He gestured to the empty chair opposite his desk, his eyes holding hers captive. "Tell me what you would do, what you want to do."

The invitation was a trap, a silken web spun with desire and control. Ashley, **** to appease her tormentors and earn the elusive reward, knew there was no escape.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting around the office, seeking an escape from his gaze. But there was nowhere to run. She was trapped.

Her breath hitched as she found herself drawn to his chair, her body moving without her conscious control. She sank into the plush leather, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air, a heady mix of musk and power.

"I...I want to..." she stammered, her voice trembling. "I want to make you both feel…pleased. Satisfied."

The words felt foreign on her tongue, a confession of a desire she hadn't dared to acknowledge before.

Steve's grin widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Show me, Ashley," he purred, his voice a silken whisper. "Show me how much you want to please us."

Steve was internally laughing a bold, yet evil laugh. He had her right where he wanted her.

Ashley couldn't hold it in anymore. She sat on Steve's leg like Katrina did, rubber her pussy against his leg, and then reached back with her right hand and started rubbing his crotch.

Steve was amused. Thinking to himself "Katrina has already done THIS, this wont please me" and then it hit him.

"Ashley, why are you doing THIS specifically?"

She looked back with doe eyes. "Um, beast Katrina did it?" she said shyly. Apparently Katrina must have told her what she had done to Steve in some kind of sick game between them.

"Do you think I want a replay of something I already had?" he said.

Ashley's eyes shot wide. Steve was demanding for something, more. She got off his leg and crawled under the desk, pulling his him and his chair further under the desk. She unzipped his pants and began giving him a blowjob right there in the office.

Steve's eyes widened, a flicker of shock momentarily disrupting his composure. He hadn't anticipated Ashley's brazen move, the way she'd taken his question as a dare, a permission slip to indulge in a display of raw, **** desire. It was...unexpected.

But the shock quickly gave way to a different kind of thrill, a dark and primal excitement that coursed through him. Ashley's willingness to push boundaries, to defy expectations, was a testament to her vulnerability, her eagerness to please.

And that was precisely what made it so intoxicating.

He leaned back, guiding her with subtle movements, enjoying the feel of her tongue on him, the warmth of her body pressed against his. The office, with its sterile white walls and buzzing fluorescent lights, transformed into a clandestine haven of illicit passion.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against her ear.

He watched her through narrowed eyes, taking in the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the way her body trembled with a mix of excitement and fear. It was a delicate dance, a carefully orchestrated performance of submission and desire.

"You're learning, Ashley," he said, his voice laced with a hint of menace. "You're learning how to please us."

He wasn't just getting off on the physical act anymore. He reveled in the power dynamic, the way Ashley was willingly relinquishing control, allowing him to dictate her every move. It was a delicious game of cat and mouse, a twisted symphony of manipulation and desire.

And he was determined to play it to the fullest.

After a very short period, Steve jizzed inside her mouth saying "Don't swallow, not yet." She came out from under the desk her face blood red and her cheeks puffed out from her mouth full of jizz. "Go kiss Katrina and share what I gave you." Her eyes went wide, then she nodded an affirmative.

She walked over to Katrina's desk, waited for no one to be looking, and then kissed her allowing the cum to be shared between them. Katrina although enjoying it and somehow knew it was Steve's cum, was pissed off that Ashley got to suck him off first, AND that she was bragging about it by kissing her and sharing the cum. She decided to be the most icy cold she had ever been, and to punish Ashley.

The coolness of Katrina's reaction sent a shiver down Ashley's spine. She hadn't expected the icy glare, the way Katrina's normally playful eyes turned into glittering shards of ice. The shared taste of Steve's seed, intended as a boastful offering, suddenly felt like a venomous curse.

Ashley stammered, "I... I just thought you'd—"

But Katrina cut her off with a sharp, dismissive gesture. "Don't," she said, her voice frigid. "Don't try to explain. You've made my point for me."

The icy air around Katrina seemed to crackle with barely suppressed fury. Ashley, suddenly ashamed and intimidated, shrank back under the weight of Katrina's disdain. She knew she'd crossed a line, but she hadn't anticipated this reaction.

Katrina, however, wasn't finished. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips, a sinister echo of Steve's earlier grin.

"Oh, Ashley," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think that little display was impressive? You think that's what it takes to please Steve?"

Ashley, her heart pounding, could only manage a weak shake of her head.

Katrina let out a cold, mirthless laugh. "Then let me show you how it's done," she hissed, her eyes gleaming with a chilling intensity.

She rose from her chair, her movements deliberate and graceful, a predator stalking its prey.

"Steve wants to see a performance," Katrina continued, her voice a silken whisper that sent shivers down Ashley's spine. "And I intend to give him one he'll never forget."

Ashley's blood ran cold. She had been a stepping stone, a pawn in a twisted game she didn't understand. And now, she was about to witness the true cost of desire, the price of playing with fire.

"Ashley's just the appetizer, Steve," Katrina whispered, her voice a silken caress that sent shivers down his spine. "I'm the main course."

Her hot breath tickled his ear, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and forbidden desires, filled his senses, overwhelming his every thought.

"And," she continued, her voice dropping to a seductive growl, "I'm going to make you beg for more."

Her hand, cool and smooth, slid up his thigh, her touch sending a wave of heat through him. He tried to pull away, to regain control, but her grip tightened, holding him captive.

"You want to see what real pleasure is?" she murmured, her eyes burning with an intoxicating mix of passion and ****. "I'll show you."

Katrina's words hung in the air, a promise of a darkness he'd never before imagined. The game had escalated, and he was now a player in a world with rules he didn't understand, a dangerous dance with a partner who held all the cards.

He was both terrified and exhilarated, his mind a battleground of conflicting emotions. He wanted to submit, to surrender to the intoxicating allure she exuded. But a primal part of him, a flicker of defiance, refused to be controlled.

But as Katrina leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, he knew he had ****. This was a game he couldn't escape, a maelstrom he was destined to drown in.

"Let me show you what I'm capable of, Steve," she whispered, her voice a seductive promise laced with a subtle threat. "Because once you've tasted this, there's no going back."

And with that, she kissed him.

The kiss was all-consuming, a searing explosion of passion and hunger that left him breathless and begging for more.

He had no idea where this journey would lead, but he knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that it would change him forever.

Steve, his mind reeling from Katrina's sudden shift in power dynamics, found himself swept away in a current of raw desire. Her boldness, her utter lack of restraint, was both terrifying and exhilarating. The game had changed, and he was now playing for keeps.

Her hand, surprisingly strong, gripped his, pulling him into the shadowy embrace of the work closet. The air inside was thick with the scent of dust and forgotten things, a stark contrast to the clean, sterile smell of the office. But it was the scent of Katrina, a potent mix of jasmine and something wilder, something animalistic, that truly captivated him.

When she turned, her lower garments discarded, her ample backside a vision of raw, unbridled femininity, Steve felt a surge of primal hunger. He'd seen her body before, of course, but never like this. Uninhibited, ****, yet undeniably powerful.

“Fuck my pussy," she murmured, each word a velvet whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “It's hot and ready.”

Her words, laced with a hint of demureness, only served to fuel the fire within him. He was no longer a passive observer, a mere recipient of her displays. He was now a player, invited to join this intoxicating game.

Steve felt a primal surge course through him, a wave of desire so potent it almost overwhelmed him. There was no hesitation, no second guessing. Who was he to deny himself? His cock throbbed with a frantic urgency, burning with a need to possess, to conquer.

He didn't think, didn't question, didn't even bother to check if she wanted him to be so aggressive. He simply acted on the raw, primal instincts that surged within him. He grabbed her hips, their bodies pressing together, and slammed his cock deep inside her from behind.

Katrina cried out in pleasure, her body arching against his. He felt her muscles clench around him, a welcome sensation that mirrored the tightness he felt within himself. He drove into her with brutal ****, relentless and possessive, ignoring the whimpers that escaped her lips. He was lost in the moment, consumed by a desire to claim her, to make her his.

The air in the cramped closet thickened with a mix of sweat, exertion, and the heady aroma of their mingled lust. He pounded into her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his senses overwhelmed by the heat of their bodies, the feel of her against his, the sound of her pleasured moans.

He didn't care about anything else, about the outside world, about consequences, about anything but the raw, primal need that consumed him. He was lost in a storm of desire, a hurricane of passion that threatened to sweep them both away.

And in that moment, as he ravaged her body, he felt a terrifying sense of power, a sense of control that both thrilled and terrified him. He was the master of this game, the one who dictated the rules.

But he didn't know, couldn't know, that Katrina had a game of her own, a darker, more dangerous game she was slowly playing. And Steve, lost in his own desires, was walking right into her trap.

Steve’s eyes widened, his mind struggling to process the rapid turn of events. The initial thrill of his encounter with Katrina had been eclipsed by a sudden wave of nausea. He was caught in a whirlwind of his own making, a dark and twisted game with rules he didn’t understand.

Katrina’s voice, once a seductive whisper, now held a chilling edge of command. “Come in Ashley,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. The door swung open as if on cue, and Ashley stumbled into the cramped closet, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and humiliation.

Seeing them both naked, her previous bravado vanished. Katrina, radiating a dangerous mix of triumph and malice, **** Ashley onto her knees, her movements swift and ruthless.

"Suck my juices off his cock,” she commanded, her gaze fixed on Steve, a predator relishing in her captive's pain.

There was a **** plea in Ashley's eyes, a silent begging for mercy that went unnoticed. Steve felt a pang of guilt, a flicker of remorse for the role he'd played in this unfolding nightmare, but it was quickly drowned out by the shock and confusion that bound him.

He watched helplessly as Ashley, her face pale and trembling, fell to her knees. He felt the sting of her hot tongue lapping at the tip of his throbbing cock, pulling him back into the maelstrom of desire he’d been adrift in moments ago.

He clenched his fist, trying to regain some semblance of control, but Katrina’s grip on his soul was firm. He felt himself being pulled deeper into this abyss, sinking into a darkness he couldn't escape.

Within seconds, his orgasm exploded, a torrent of white hot pleasure that sent a jolt through his body. He flinched back, recoiling from the unexpected intensity of his release.

Katrina’s voice, colder than before, cut through the haze of his afterglow. “Now kiss him,” she demanded, her eyes burning with a twisted satisfaction.

Ashley, her face still stained with the residue of his climax, rose to her feet, her body trembling. She hesitated, glancing from Katrina’s menacing glare to Steve’s own dazed expression. Then, with trembling lips, she leaned forward and kissed him, a quick, awkward press of her lips against his cheek.

It was a kiss that tasted of tears, of fear, and the bitter tang of his own humiliation.

And as Ashley pulled away, her eyes wide with a pain that mirrored his own, Steve realized with a sinking heart that there was no escape from this twisted game.

He had walked into a trap, and now, he was destined to become another pawn in Katrina's dangerous game.

The taste of Ashley's tears, mingled with the salt of his own cum, was a bitter pill to swallow. Steve felt a wave of shame wash over him, a fleeting moment of clarity amidst the haze of his own lust and Katrina's manipulations.

"Tryst it is," he muttered to himself, the words laced with a **** resignation. He had been drawn into a dark and dangerous game, and now he was ready to play.

He turned towards Katrina, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of defiance and fear. He wasn't sure what he was hoping to achieve, but he knew he couldn't simply stand by and be a passive participant in this twisted scenario.

He leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips, a cold, calculated act of defiance. Then, with a surge of bitterness, he spit the remaining residue of his cum into her mouth. A wave of disgust washed over him, both at his own act and at the way Katrina seemed to relish it.

But his shock was only amplified when Katrina, instead of recoiling in disgust, embraced the unwanted offering. She swallowed it down with a surprising eagerness, a dark hunger in her eyes. Then, a sound escaped her lips that sent a chill down his spine – a rich, throaty chuckle, a laugh of pure, unadulterated delight.

"Delicious," she murmured, her voice husky with pleasure. "You're so…delicious."

A shiver of fear coursed through Steve. This wasn't the woman he thought he knew. This wasn't the playful, seductive Katrina who had captivated him earlier. This was something darker, something dangerous, something that thrilled at his humiliation and found pleasure in his pain.

He had underestimated her. He had underestimated the depths of her depravity.