Honey Detour

The sudden intrusion caused her to briefly splutter, sending another bead of drool down her chin. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. She couldn't back away, but the man was completely soft and wasn't even trying to thrust into her. The heavy head of it was resting against her tongue, pushing the piercing down with it. All the while the vibrator pulsed against her, its low and steady rhythm waking her body to need.

Involuntarily, she moved her tongue. His dick just slid across its surface, refusing to be pushed aside. She had no choice but to allow her mouth to be used as a resting place. She tried to glance sideways and see if James was receiving a similar treatment. It was difficult to make out without twisting her head, but it seemed like the business woman was turned towards her, entirely ignoring James.

Soon, Fiona felt the man begin to harden within her. It felt strange, like someone was inflating a warm, soft balloon slowly within her mouth. Every now and then his shaft would give a little twitch, and when it settled back down on her tongue it felt even bigger. It kept growing until it was lying firm against the length of her tongue, threatening to enter her throat. Even then it didn't stop.

She knew her tongue piercing apparently reduced her gag reflex, but if this thing got any bigger she doubted that would count for much. She couldn't really see it, but she suspected it was easily the biggest cock that had ever been inside her, and she could feel he still had room to harden.

By the time the head had pushed well into her throat, real concern was growing. She didn't want to be suffocated by the thing, but if he reached the back of her throat and got any thicker she feared that was a real possibility. However, as soon as she felt him tap at her pharynx he pulled out, stuffing his large member back into his pants.

The second he pulled out, the vibrator switched off, leaving her utterly unsatisfied. It had been set to a low strength, just enough to stir her longing, but the sudden loss of sensation still left her wanting more. Fiona looked up just in time to catch the man give her a wink, before retreating from the bar with two drinks in hand and the woman in tow.

The next two men to approach the bar entirely ignored Fiona and James, without so much as looking at either of them. Fiona wasn't sure if she should be grateful or offended. She was realizing that for the purpose of the event she was little more than an object people could use to pleasure themselves. It felt so impersonal, nothing like the sex she typically had, but within her swirling mix of emotions was an inkling of unexpected enjoyment.

She tried to glance about the room around the legs of the man in front of her. The center of the room was now lit, illuminating what appeared to be a raised platform. She thought she could see someone on it, but with the crowd gathered between her the view was mostly blocked.

She wasn't given the chance to try and catch a better look before the previous two men left the bar and another man approached. He wore an outfit similar to Simone's, a full-body latex catsuit that hid every inch of skin from the neck down, with intimidating black leather boots on his feet.

His outfit, however, had a unique feature. There was no discernible way for him to expose his cock. Instead, both it and his balls sat in a sheath protruding from the outfit, his large erection only adding to his intimidating presence.

He glanced down at Fiona and James for a moment before he evidently made a decision. He walked up to Fiona and thrust straight into her waiting mouth as he leaned over the bar. Unlike the last man, this one wasn't shy about using her. He began pumping into her at a casual pace, entering her throat with each thrust.

The vibrator sprang back to life, causing a soft moan to escape from Fiona. It might have been her imagination, but she thought it was a little stronger than the last time it switched on. It was just as well, because despite her need she knew even now it likely wasn't close to enough to bring her to release, only to torment her with growing desire.

Something in the back of her mind was trying to remind her about the challenge and the conditions to win. Her resolve around her own orgasm had already crumbled, however. If she was going to be here for a few hours, cumming was not only inevitable, but borderline mandatory. Her only chance of winning was to balance her own orgasms with that of others.

Still, Fiona found she had little choice in the matter. She could try her best to pleasure whoever was in her mouth, but the vibe secured against her was proving to be far more effective at wringing pleasure from her body than her mouth was for her partner. Maybe she should be fighting against her restraints, or trying to get the attention of Simone, but much to her surprise she discovered she didn't want to.

She felt embarrassed, but it wasn't from having her body displayed in public. No one could recognize her, save those who knew who she was under the hood. The embarrassment came from just how turned on she was feeling. There was something about being trapped in the plastic contraption that had freed her to focus only on her own pleasure. She didn't have to worry about what people might think, or who was in her mouth, or the sensations of the vibe at her crotch, even if she would anyway.

She closed her eyes and began working her tongue against the shaft pumping into her. Without the use of her mouth it was her only tool available. Even that was a struggle with the wand pulsing against her though. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on pleasuring the man inside her when the vibrations against her clit felt so good.

Before either of them came, however, the man was already pulling away, the spit coating his shaft catching the light. Fiona hadn't noticed initially, but while she had been preoccupied someone had began using James. A particularly large man, both in build and his size down there, was pumping into James, far more vigorously than either of the ones that had used Fiona.

Unable to move her head she couldn't get a good look, but out of the corner of her eye she could see some kind of movement from the cylinder around James' cock. Every now and then the entire thing seemed to twitch. She couldn't figure out if that was the cylinder's doing, or James' arousal causing the it to bounce whenever he tensed his cock.

Already turned on herself, the site of James being used next to her was fanning the flames of her longing. A pang of jealousy struck her before she managed to catch it and push it to the back of her mind. She was already craving release, even if it meant being used by total strangers. She did her best not to acknowledge that revelation.

Instead, she shut her eyes again and tried to calm her thoughts. That plan didn't last long. She was jolted from her contemplation from a sensation at her nipples. Bridgette had switched on the vibrating function, causing her to let out a small yelp of surprise. Bridgette had opted for a low setting, but it was more than enough to bring Fiona back to reality.

She wasn't the only one alerted by the piercings coming to life. Her yelp had caught the attention of a nearby woman, who was now looking down at Fiona with a bemused expression on her masked face. She was saying something, but with the earplugs in Fiona couldn't make out what it was.

Realizing she wasn't getting an answer from Fiona, the woman stood in front of her, placing one of her legs on Fiona's encased shoulder. She hiked her dress up, exposing her snatch and trimmed bush briefly before she let her dress fall back down over Fiona's head, plunging her into darkness.

The woman pressed forward until her sex was brushing against Fiona's lips, her clit squarely placed in the center of the ring holding Fiona's mouth open. It was obvious what she wanted, but lacking a male appendage she had little option but to wait for Fiona to take the initiative.

Fiona gave the woman a tentative lick. Without the use of the rest of her mouth it felt clumsy, but the woman pushed forward further, encouraging her. The next lick brought the vibrator to life again, buzzing incessantly against Fiona's sex.

She settled into a steady rhythm, rubbing her tongue against the hardening nub as best she could while unable to move her head. The added stimulation at her sensitive nipples was already getting to Fiona, requiring her to frequently pause to draw in a shaky breath.

Trying to pleasure someone with her tongue alone in complete darkness was proving to be a challenge. She had no feedback to tell how she was doing or how close the woman was. She could vaguely sense the woman moving, but it was impossible to tell whether it was because she was just repositioning or beginning to quiver as she approached release.

All the while, Fiona's own release was rapidly approaching. The vibrator at her clit was definitely stronger now, and with the added teasing of her nipples it was causing her to squirm against her cage. She was entirely at the mercy of the vibe, unable to move back even an inch to stop it pressing into her, but she wasn't sure she even wanted to. It felt so good, and all she had to do was keep licking if she didn't want it to stop.

She was so close when she felt someone gripping the bowl around her head, causing it to shift slightly. The woman pulled herself into Fiona's face, and even with the lack of visual feedback she could feel the muscles in the woman clenching and quivering. Fiona redoubled her efforts, trying anything to get the woman to stay a moment longer, but in her position she was utterly helpless to prevent the woman pulling away when her pleasure subsided, taking the vibrations at her sex with her.

All Fiona could do was look up at her and give a needy moan, the want in her eyes no doubt evident. The woman, in contrast, looked entirely content. She gave Fiona a gentle stroke on her cheek before turning away, leaving Fiona to simmer on the edge.

Bridgette had already proved Fiona didn't direct clitoral stimulation to get off, but the low setting Bridgette was keeping her nipple piercings at was no where near enough to bring Fiona to release. All she could do was wait until someone new decided to use her.

Given how the night was progressing, that certainly wouldn't take long.

Chapter 34

James received attention before Fiona did. She had missed whatever happened with the previous man, too busy under that woman's dress. Now a woman clad in little more than a series of intricate straps had her mound thrust into his face, and from what Fiona could see James was lapping at it eagerly.

It wasn't until James had brought the woman to a back-arching release that someone took interest in Fiona again. It was the same woman from earlier, the one that had teased the man strapped to the pillar. Fiona hadn't gotten a good look at her before, but up close she was striking. The flowing black dress she wore perfectly matched her dark hair, and the rhinestones dotted about her mask accentuated the amber-brown color of her almond shaped eyes.

She must have been as tall as Simone, likely taller in the strappy heels she wore, giving her legs a near endless appearance. A deep slit in the dress ran up the side of one leg all the way to the hip, flashing dark skin whenever she took a step.

She was looking down on Fiona, studying her, and in that moment Fiona truly felt like a piece of art, something to be appraised, maybe even appreciated. A subtle smile played across the woman's lips as she stepped closer. She reached a hand into her dress through the slit, pushing it aside to reveal what was underneath. Much to Fiona's surprise, she was suddenly face to face with another cock.

Her mind was racing even as the woman pushed herself past Fiona's lips. She'd never given sex with a trans woman much thought before. She just didn't associate "woman" with "penis", even if she had come to appreciate each more, albeit separately, since getting the app.

The sensations of the woman's cock sliding into her mouth was familiar enough, if perhaps a little more delicate; it was the mental aspect that was entirely different. It felt odd having a cock filling her mouth while a woman stood over her, heightening how self-conscious she felt in her exposed position. It wasn't the largest dick Fiona had ever seen, but the lady must have been sporting at least 6 inches, more than big enough to fill Fiona completely.

As much as she wanted to dissect this new development, the vibrator coming to life made it difficult to concentrate on anything but the shaft in her mouth and the sensation at her snatch. Even after her little break, she was still extremely worked up, and it didn't take much before her legs were shaking against their restraints.

A few more pumps and Fiona was moaning around the cock in her mouth, straining uselessly against her bonds to bring her legs together as an orgasm wracked her. The woman didn't stop even as Fiona was coming down from her high, maintaining a steady pace as she kept thrusting right to her base before slowly pulling out again.

After her orgasm, Fiona's sensitivity was going into overdrive, and the unrelenting vibrator was bordering on painful. She kept trying to twist and squirm away from it, but the plastic cage held her securely, completely preventing movement. All she could do was clench her fists in their sleeve and tap her feet, and even that was a challenge given the thin heels of the shoes.

Before long pleasure began returning to her overly sensitive nub, and it didn't take much before she was hurtling towards a second orgasm. If she had something to grip she might have been clinging to it like her life depended on it, but as it were the most she could manage was to clamp down on the plug in her ass.

Just as a second orgasm exploded in her core, the woman began emptying herself. She shot her load directly into Fiona's throat, and Fiona felt her muscles clenching around it as if trying to milk it for every last drop rather than to expel the intruder.

The woman stayed in place for a moment, letting her cock begin to soften before dragging it out over Fiona's tongue. It left a trail of salty seed along its path, which Fiona struggled to swallow with her mouth held open.

In front of her the woman was repositioning her dress, and in an instant she looked just as she had, leaving no evidence she'd just had her cock buried balls deep in Fiona's mouth before wandering off looking quite pleased with herself.

A consistent pattern began to develop during the night. People were getting bolder as more alcohol flowed, with both Fiona and James getting used more frequently. Unfortunately, being used more often wasn't helping Fiona win the competition. Too many men seemed perfectly content to use her as a warm, wet resting place for their member while they waited for a drink, often leaving without finishing in her mouth.

It wasn't for lack of effort on Fiona's part, either. She would play with their glans, or run her tongue along the underside of their shaft, but most wouldn't stay long enough to cum. While they could walk away and cool off, though, Fiona could not. Each time she was used the vibrator came to life, pushing her towards another orgasm. Even when she had a moment's rest, the nipple piercings kept her frustratingly aroused.

She quickly lost count of her score. She was almost certain it was negative, and could only hope James was in a similar position. At least that card he acquired eliminated his refractory period but Fiona was definitely more popular between the two of them, especially with the male guests, meaning James frequently had ample time to calm down between uses.
By the time Simone and Bridgette came over to check on them, Fiona was a drooling mess. Even with the inbuilt seat her muscles were exhausted, and it was only partly from being forced to hold the squatting position for so long. She had never had this many orgasms in her life, and with the event still not over she knew she was in for more.

Simone wiped some of the drool and other fluids from her face before grabbing her gently by the chin, holding her gaze.

"You ok?" she mouthed, careful to enunciate so Fiona could tell what she was saying even if Fiona couldn't hear.

Fiona gave a weary nod in response. Simone said something else Fiona couldn't decipher. When she realized her meaning had been lost, Simone held up three fingers before balling her hand into a fist.

In her lust-addled state, it took Fiona a moment to grasp her meaning, but eventually she figured Simone was telling her there were 30 minutes left. Not knowing how to respond, and being unable to anyway, Fiona just gave Simone a slow blink.

Simone returned the gesture with a hand placed gently against her cheek, unable to make direct contact with any other part of her body, before she began pulling Fiona out from under the bar. Next to her, Bridgette was doing the same to James.

They were both wheeled into the center of the room before the platforms were somehow locked in place, positioned so that Fiona and James were facing one another. James was covered in a sheen of sweat, and Fiona wondered how she must look. At least while wearing the hood most of her features were obscured, but the only people in the room she cared about knew who she was.

She glanced down at the bottom of James' platform, and saw there was a digital display showing "-2" in red. That must have been his score. Still, -2 felt rather high to Fiona, and with growing concern she realized even with 30 minutes remaining the competition might not be winnable.

Her contemplation was interrupted by Bridgette stepping between them, facing Fiona. Someone else had moved in front of James, but she couldn't get a good view of them. She wasn't given any time to worry about who it might be, however, as Bridgette was unzipping herself at the crotch. She then leaned down in front of Fiona, reached into her mouth and grabbed her tongue by the piercing, pulling it out past the ring gag.

She began tapping on her phone, and suddenly the piercing in Fiona's mouth began to change shape. She couldn't see what was happening, but she felt the metal on the underside of her tongue begin sliding along it back into her mouth.

When Bridgette released her grip, Fiona's tongue was still sticking out of her mouth. She could move it up and down a bit, but something was keeping her from pulling it back. Bridgette smiled above her before gripping something hanging overhead. With her entire body weight supported by her arms she wrapped her legs around Fiona's head before pulling her sex directly onto Fiona's outstretched tongue.

All Fiona could see was the belly of Bridgette's shiny leotard as the woman ground against her face. She was utterly helpless to do anything about it either, forced to allow herself to be used as something to rub against. The vibe sprang into action on its most powerful setting yet, instantly rocketing Fiona towards another orgasm.

She was desperately trying to remind herself this was a competition, and she wasn't meant to come, but that had little effect. She could only hold out for so long before another orgasm ripped through her, making her wail against Bridgette.

Luckily, it wasn't long before the blonde was shuddering in a release of her own. She slowly extricated herself from Fiona, again using the grip overhead to assist her. Bridgette gave Fiona a pat on the cheek before stepping off to the side. In front of her, Simone was using James, feverishly grinding against his face. Another pang of jealousy struck her, this time from wondering why Simone hadn't picked her instead.

She didn't have time to dwell on this. Already a new man was stepping up in front of her, immediately shoving himself into her waiting mouth. Unlike some of the previous men, this one was already fully erect and wasn't shy about frantically thrusting into her waiting mouth. She thought he might cum quickly, but he managed to hold out for several minutes, only finishing just as Fiona tipped over the edge of another orgasm.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur. Neither her nor James was given more than a moment's rest between people before another was stepping up to take their place. At least now they were all trying their best to get off, although given it likely wasn't the first time in the evening for anyone some failed to do so.

Fiona tried to keep track of her score but quickly had to give up. Her mind was so scattered she couldn't concentrate on anything but the waves of pleasure washing over her and trying to move her tongue in a way her partner might appreciate. At least with the men she could tell when they came, but she was too far gone to do the same with any of the women.

After a while she stopped trying to do even that. The guests seemed perfectly content to rub their sex along the length of her tongue in whatever way felt best to them regardless of whether Fiona moved it or not, leaving her free to focus on herself. The stimulation was non-stop, and it was all she could do to remain conscious. She almost didn't notice when Bridgette activated her tongue piercing, causing it too to vibrate.

In her hypersensitive state, each orgasm started melding into the previous one. With the earplugs in, all she could really hear was herself, and by now she was a moaning mess. She had shut her eyes in a futile bid to eliminate one source of stimulation, but that hardly helped. It barely registered when one person switched with another if it weren't for the brief pause in vibrations at her sex, her entire world had become the place between her legs.

She didn't immediately realize when the last cock slid out of her and no one stepped up to fill its place. Her whole body was shuddering, and were it not for the plastic casing she would be been a writhing mess on the floor. It wasn't until she felt herself being wheeled off that she finally opened her eyes.

She saw Bridgette in front of her, pushing James toward the backroom. She fixed her gaze on Bridgette's behind, watching the hypnotic sway of the woman's hips just to give herself anything to ground her back in reality.

Back in the room, she saw Simone say something to Bridgette before she bent down in front of Fiona. She pushed the underside of her tongue up with her fingers, and Fiona felt the piercing retract back into its original shape. She drew it back into her mouth, slowly moving it about to work out the stiffness in the muscle.

Simone removed the earplugs and gag before she began taking apart the plastic casing. Fiona almost toppled out onto her butt when the back of it came off. Simone caught her, keeping a hand on her back as she helped Fiona remove her legs. Free from the contraption, she slumped down on the floor. Simone worked at removing the arm binder while trying to keep Fiona upright, she being too exhausted to offer any assistance herself.

The aches started as soon as the sleeve was removed. Her shoulders and jaw were the worst after being held in an uncomfortable position for so long, but the muscles in her legs weren't spared either. Her entire body felt at once stiff and like jelly, she didn't even trust herself to move. Instead she just flopped onto the floor, laying down to recover.

Fiona hadn't even realized Simone had left until she stepped back into view.

"You ok?" she asked. "That looked pretty intense."

"Uh-huh," Fiona managed, although even she didn't know which part of that statement she was responding to.

"Do you want help getting out of that?" Simone asked, indicating her outfit.

Fiona looked down at herself. She was still in the leotard with its cut out sections. She reached up and touched her face, feeling the hood still covering her.

She pulled the hood off with a decent amount of effort, undoubtedly looking a total mess, but didn't move to remove the leotard. She remembered how difficult it had been to put on, and didn't think she had the strength or willpower remaining to remove it right now.

"I might just take it off when I get home," she said.

"Well, you do get to keep it, if you want."

"Not really," Fiona muttered. She couldn't imagine any other occasion she might wear it, and wasn't sure she cared to keep a memento of the night.

Simone silently stood over her, looking down.

"You sure you're alright?" she asked eventually.

"I'm sore," Fiona managed. "And tired."

"I bet."

"But I'm fine. I think."

Fiona glanced over at James. Somehow he had already managed to get changed back into the clothes he wore here. He was looking down at his phone, tapping away at something.

"Who won?" Fiona asked him.

"Uh... me," he said without looking up.

"Figures."

Fiona tried standing up, but almost tripped immediately in the heels. She kicked them off before trying again, Simone reaching out to help steady her.

"Did you have fun at least?" Simone asked her with her arm around her waist.

"I'm not sure 'fun' is the right word," Fiona said.

She hadn't even begun processing the events of the night. She needed time to decompress, and certainly to sleep, before she could even considering answering that question truthfully.

"You both look exhausted. Let me drive you home," Simone said.

Fiona pulled her clothes on over the leotard. She stank of sex and wasn't too thrilled about getting any potential residue on her new clothes, but she wasn't about to leave the bar without covering up.

She locked eyes with James. With her fully clothed, he no longer seemed to feel as uncomfortable looking at her. He gave her a weak smile she did her best to return. The night had been intense for her, but even though he'd won Fiona realized he probably had a fair bit more to unpack from the whole experience than she did.

She was pretty certain that since the app had forcibly changed James' sexuality, tonight was one of the first times he'd sucked a penis, if not the very first. Maybe sucked wasn't the right word, but what had happened was far more intense anyway. She could only imagine she might feel in his position. Even if he was technically bi now, she was sure it must have been mentally challenging for him, before even thinking about physically.

The three of them left the bar together. Just as they were approaching Simone's car, Bridgette bounded up behind them, throwing an arm around James.

"That was so hot," she said.

"What are you doing?" Fiona asked, accusation clear in her voice.

"Coming with you? I need to help James out with his card tomorrow. Besides, you've got one more day of Taskmaster."

Fiona shot James a look. He just shrugged in response. She also didn't miss the glance she caught from Simone at the mention of the Taskmaster card, but chose to ignore it.

"Don't worry," Bridgette continued. "I'm sure we're all pretty exhausted after tonight. I'll be good, I promise."

Chapter 35

True to her word, Bridgette didn't bother Fiona that night. James and her retreated into his room as soon as they were in the apartment, leaving Fiona to herself. Despite being fully clothed Fiona could smell the scent of sex still on her, and as far as she could tell most of it wasn't coming from her face.

She headed into the bathroom and stripped down to the leotard, looking down to inspect herself. The lips of her pussy were still plump and swollen after the events of the evening. Having never been subject to that much stimulation in her life, she mildly wondered if there might have been some actual damage done.

She gave herself a gentle prod, finding the skin still sensitive to touch, but otherwise appeared to be in working order. There was no pain at least, just the fatigued signals of her nerves begging her to leave them alone so they could rest.

She set about removing the leotard. She started pulling at the crotch until it began taking the plug with it, hastily stopping until she'd managed to slide the jewel back through the material circling the stem. It was much more difficult getting the gem back the way it came through the hole, but after a little bit of twisting and pulling of the outfit while she kept a thumb pushed against its base she eventually managed.

Getting out of the outfit wasn't as bad as she expected. With it clinging to her skin it wasn't a simple task to pull one of her legs back up into it, but after she managed that the rest peeled off easily, sliding up her torso until it was bundled around her neck.

She caught the distinctive whiff of her wetness on the crotch as she pulled the neck hole over her head, a smell that stubbornly clung to the air wherever she or the outfit seemed to go, but otherwise she was free at last.

A quick shower later and Fiona was as close to being back to normal as she could hope for. Her entire body was aching, especially her jaw and shoulders, but the warm water of the shower had done wonders to ease her discomfort. She brushed her teeth - rather gingerly to avoid disturbing her jaw any further - and made a quick dash back to her bedroom.

Fiona threw on an oversized tee, grabbed her phone and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her head. She wanted to go straight to sleep, but a mix of anxiety and curiosity was demanding she check the app before she did so.

Participation in the event, both from her daily quest and the event itself, earned her a number of rewards. She received a sizable chunk of experience and EP, as well as an upgrade to the wheel of alteration. That was something she filed away as a tomorrow issue. Additionally, in a transparent attempt to motivate her to actually use it, her next spin had a 3x bonus, and double the chance at EP rewards.

The only other outcomes from the event was being informed that she had obtained the outfit she wore that evening as her own, and being given something called an Enchantment card. Simone had grabbed the heels Fiona wore that evening and handed them to her before driving off, but Fiona didn't expect she'd have a use for them. The enchantment card piqued her interest, but again thought any investigation of that was better saved for tomorrow.

The final notification waiting for her on the app was the outcome of the challenge. Just as James had informed her earlier, she'd lost, and by a significant margin too. She had been too busy trying to keep track of her own score to worry about James', and even that had turned out to be an ultimately futile endeavor.

Seeing the scores laid out before her, her reaction was mixed. They had both ended the night with a negative number, but while James had somehow managed to keep his at a respectable -4, Fiona's was in the double digits at -18.

Upon reflection, the game seemed stacked against her. Receiving more attention from the guests than James did only worked against her. Bridgette activating her piercings probably didn't even make that much of a difference. Nothing forced the guests to use either of them to completion, and the position under the bar all but encouraged briefer interactions.

She doubted the outcome was entirely Bridgette's fault, as much as she wanted to believe it was. The cutouts under the bar were clearly the work of the app alone, not something Bridgette had any control over. There was some sinister design behind the evening Fiona didn't think Bridgette was capable of coming up with on her own, particularly in how the setup all but guaranteed she would cum more often than anyone using her.

She didn't understand why she had been disadvantaged over James, though. "Fair" was not a word that came to mind when thinking about the app, but up until now she had at least considered it relatively neutral. Now, she wasn't so sure.

Fiona shook her head. It was far too late in the night to be considering any of this. All she really wanted to do was go to sleep, but she knew her anxiety would drive her wild unless she checked on the outcome of the challenge.

She tapped past the results screen to see which card Bridgette had picked out for her. Her breath caught in her throat. It was a mind card, the kind she had been most concerned about. It was called Positive Reinforcement, and had an image of a woman kneeling with her head bowed, with the description below.

Aroused by following commands.

Fiona stared at the description for several moments. In her wildest fears, she imagined the mind card might change her very thoughts, influencing her the same way that pink underwear set had. Maybe this wasn't quite as drastic, but it didn't seem too far off.

Aside from the card that had altered her sexuality, the only cards she knew of from the mind category were the ones affecting James' and Bridgette's speech. Admittedly, they seemed more difficult to deal with in day-to-day life, but right now even those seemed preferable. To her, this seemed far more invasive.

It also dawned on Fiona that this was Bridgette's selection for her. If Bridgette had been serious when she said she wasn't out to really mess with Fiona's life, she could only assume the other options had been worse. At this stage, Fiona was beginning to doubt the contract that prevented her and Bridgette lying to each other was functioning properly, or at least free from any loopholes, but it was a worrying thought that this card might have been the best option.

There were certain implications behind this new card that was causing serious concern. The description was frustratingly succinct, leaving enough room for her mind to conjure up worst case scenarios. Would she become a sprawling mess any time she was asked to hold a door open for someone? What about if she went to the dentist or something and was asked to open her mouth?

She wasn't even sure the card was limited to people. If simply doing a quest for the app was going to cause the card to trigger, her life might be about to get a lot more difficult. Fiona realized checking the card now may have been a mistake. Her mind was racing despite how tired she felt, and she didn't have any clear recourse to ease her concern.

She decided, if nothing else, she could do a simple test.

"Pinch yourself," she whispered into the darkness.

She reached down and pinched the skin on her stomach. She'd used a little more force than she intended, causing it to actually hurt. Still, she held the pinch for several seconds, but nothing happened. No phantom sensations, no sudden spike in arousal, just the small patch of skin on her stomach now beginning to smart.

So she couldn't trigger it herself. It didn't seem like a particularly practical limitation, but at least there were limits. She would find out what they were sooner or later, but would feel much better if she could figure them out before they caught her by surprise.

She resolved to do some testing tomorrow. Since Bridgette would still be here in the morning, she was sure some of that would be taken out of her hands, even if it likely wouldn't be the kind of tests she had in mind.

Seeing little else she could do tonight, she threw her phone from her bed and pulled the covers tighter around her. Her mind was still busy imagining all manner of embarrassing scenarios, but she did eventually fall asleep.

***

She woke to the sound of James and Bridgette moving about the apartment. They were conversing in hushed voices, but the occasional clatter or sounds of a chair sliding across the floor went straight through her bedroom wall.

Fiona was even more sore today than she was last night. The ache in her jaw was mostly gone, but her shoulders still felt stiff and the muscles in her legs protested with even small movements.
She wanted to talk to James about last night, as much for solidarity as to make sure he was doing fine, but she wasn't ready to deal with Bridgette. Instead she picked her phone up off the floor before sitting back down on her bed to check over the rewards she'd ignored the night before.

She started with the Wheel of Alteration. It looked very much the same as it had, just with the addition of some new segments. There were two new ones corresponding to the upgrade and downgrade cards, as well as the clothing card and the new enchantment card she received last night. The grand prize had also doubled to 2000 EP.

Due to the increased odds she had been granted on her next spin, both the grand prize and the silver segment awarding a shop item were duplicated. Fiona figured the only "good" outcomes were the grand prize and the downgrade segments. Even with the added odds, she still only had a one in twenty chance at a favorable outcome, slightly better if she included the shop prize in that calculation.

She was tempted to spin it for a shot at the tripled prize, but knew it likely wasn't worth it. Instead, she decided to check the enchantment card she had received. It looked similar to the clothing card suit, just with some sparkles added to the illustration. It's effect was to "enchant" one of her possessions, giving it features like the clothes in the app's store. She couldn't think of a good reason to do this, however, so decided to leave it alone for now.

Fiona put her phone aside and lay back down in bed. Just as she did so, the piercings at her chest sprang to life. If this was Bridgette's attempt to get her attention she wasn't going to acknowledge it so easily.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus on anything else. They were set at a low buzz, and Fiona found tensing her thighs and feeling the protest in her sore muscles was a good way to distract herself from their incessant stimulation. Unfortunately, that tactic was only effective for so long. The vibrations were slowly increasing in strength, causing her body to respond whether Fiona wanted it to or not.

Her pussy was growing increasingly wet and her clit was starting to throb with need. She could just continue to lie there and tolerate it, but as long as Bridgette was doing nothing to interrupt her there was nothing stopping her from enjoying the sensation.

Fiona let a hand drift down to her sex. She gave herself a few long, slow strokes on her moist lips. Even after a full night's rest she still felt more sensitive than usual after the events of last night, but that only heightened the feeling.

She let her fingers continue gliding over her folds, closing her eyes and letting out a long sigh. It wasn't nearly as intense as the stimulation she'd received in the bar, but it felt nice to be the one in control. She traced a small circle around her clit, feeling how swollen it had already become.

The piercings were still ramping in strength, sending sparks of pleasure radiating out over her chest. She brought her free hand up to give her breast a gentle squeeze which increased the sensation at her nipple. She began kneading the soft flesh while rubbing around her clit with her other hand, basking in the building pleasure.

Her clit was now begging for some direct contact, and she was more than happy to oblige. It too felt more sensitive than normal, responding to the lightest touch against its tiny head. She lightly moved the pads of her fingers back and forth over it, beginning to twist and squirm as she approached release.

Just as she reached the precipice of orgasm, the piercings in her nipples and tongue gave her a sharp shock. She let out a yelp, quickly pulling both hands up to cup her chest. She thought she heard a deep chuckle come from outside her bedroom door, but couldn't be sure.

After a moment, the vibrations started up again. Fiona wasn't sure what she should do. She was craving the orgasm that had been ripped away from her, but she didn't want to be shocked again. She didn't think she had been making much noise, but couldn't figure out how Bridgette had known she was close otherwise.

Maybe it had been a coincidence. Fiona knew Bridgette had triggered the zap, but she couldn't have known Fiona was just about to cum. Right? Tentatively, she reached a hand back down between her legs and gave herself a gentle touch, making a concerted effort to remain as quiet as possible. The piercings kept buzzing away, as if egging her on.

She was already well and truly back on her way to orgasm. The shock had startled her, but not enough for her to calm down. Still, she did not want to be interrupted again. She began playing with herself more vigorously, trying to find that sweet release before the next zap came.

Again, the same thing happened. The moment she felt herself about to tip over the edge, all her piercings came alive simultaneously, delivering a powerful shock before going inactive. Now there was no doubt in Fiona's mind. This was Bridgette's doing, and she seemed to have figured out a way to tell the precise moment Fiona was about to cum.

The piercings at her nipples started up again, going straight to a powerful setting. Fine. If Bridgette wanted to play this game, so be it. Fiona slid her hands under her butt and lay perfectly still. If Bridgette could tell when Fiona was about to orgasm, she just wouldn't touch herself. She knew the piercings alone could bring her to orgasm, she'd just have to wait.

It took a lot longer without her hand between her thighs, but Fiona felt the pleasure slowly start to spread. The muscles in her pussy were beginning to tense, and she kept involuntarily clenching against the toy in her ass. It was becoming difficult to remain still, her breath was quickening and her thighs were beginning to shake.

She flexed her muscles, fighting to keep herself from reaching around to stroke her sex. She felt her whole body tighten, her toes curling and her back began to arch just as another shock hit her, stealing the release she craved just as she began to grasp it.

Fiona was caught between need and fury. Before the piercings had a chance to start up again, she threw herself out of bed, ignoring the protest of her sore body at the sudden movement, pulled on a shirt and some panties before storming out of her room.

James was standing in the lounge room wearing nothing but sweatpants, looking at something on his phone. Bridgette was seated a few feet away at the kitchen table.

"Good, you're finally up," James said, looking up at her as she entered the room.

Fiona ignored him, turning straight to Bridgette.

"What do you want?" she said, making no effort to keep the frustration from her tone.

Bridgette just blinked at her in response. It took Fiona a moment to notice, but Bridgette was completely naked. Something weird was going on, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Bridgette looked like she was about to say something but stopped herself. Fiona turned back to James. He was looking at her with a bemused expression on his face. He was still holding his phone at his side. Except it wasn't his phone. Even in his large hand, Fiona could see its pink case peaking out behind his grip. She turned back to Bridgette. Next to her, James' phone was sitting on the table.

That's when something clicked into place. Bridgette was naked. James was wearing clothes. Except... that wasn't right. Maybe James had gotten rid of the card that forced him to be naked at home. He'd even said yesterday he was thinking about it. Between his winnings from the event and the challenge last night, maybe he'd somehow managed to save up enough points to buy out of it completely.

James interrupted Fiona's train of thought. "I have another proposition for you."