Theresa
Theresa purred as she stirred from her sleep, getting her bearings and becoming accustomed to the constant tingle her body felt ever since the panties claimed her.
She looked over at Jenny. Her friend was asleep, but it looked like she had woken up at some point in the night to play with herself. A wet circle within the sheets of the bed surrounded her crotch, and her hand was resting right over her clit.
Theresa bent over and lightly kissed her friend on the lips before getting dressed and silently slipping out.
By now, she had started to figure the panties out. While they kept her body tingling, sensitive, and craving pleasure nearly constantly, Theresa had some control over when they would ravage her senses and her body. Attempting to pull them down is what started the process, and the panties would not finish their job until she came so hard and so intensely that her body wanted nothing except to fall into a deep sleep after. She could maintain a somewhat normal day-to-day life and they would not reduce her to a withering, moaning mass without her express command to do so.
They also seemed to be sanitary, for lack of a better word. While they would become soaked every time she commanded them to please her, they would become clean and dry immediately upon her waking up. The panties did seem to enjoy piss play during these Theresa-pleasing episodes, but she strangely found a complete absence of the need to use the bathroom while living her day-to-day life.
As she rounded the corner and walked up the stairs to her apartment, she noticed a small box on her porch. She picked it up, and it was the same box that she saw on Jenny's table last night.
She opened it and within it was a new pair - a lacey, white thong that was sheer and see-thru. It almost exactly matched another pair that she kept in her drawer. Also within the box was a small white envelope.
She opened the envelope and read the short message to herself.
"Theresa, congratulations. While multiple subjects have been fitted and claimed by the experimental device you now wear as well, you have been the only one who has chosen to go out and claim somebody else! We are extremely appreciative of your efforts in successfully pulling Jenny into this program.
With that said, however, we have realized you can be of great use to us. Your task is to fit this white thong onto somebody else, but we have some specifics. This person must be somebody who holds authority over you. For your purposes, a professor or boss will probably be the best place to start.
You will have 48 hours to complete this task. If you are successful, we will be in touch again with further instructions. If you fail, however, an unpleasant sentence awaits you.
The gift of the device is that it can pleasure you on a level that no existing toy or human on this planet can match, or even come particularly close to matching.
However, the device can do much more than that.
The device can also become a very cruel tease, becoming a chasity device that no key can unlock.
But it doesn't stop there.
If you are sentenced to a period of chasity for failing at your task, you will be edged for the entirety of it.
You will experience a desperation for release that, at this moment, your mind and body cannot even begin to comprehend. Early testing results of this chastity feature have been, to be frank, wildly successful. We have never seen a test subject reduced to a sobbing, screaming, feral being desperate to cum quite like this.
Additionally, you may not activate your panties again until your task is completed. Activating them beforehand will also result in a period of chastity.
We wish you the best of luck in your seductive endeavors!"
Theresa felt a pit at the bottom of her stomach as she read and re-read the letter.
"Forced chastity and edging? How bad can this be?"She thought to herself. Yet, the letter did not mince words - whatever the panties did to the test subject sounded nothing short of torture.
And the other part.. She had to fit them to her boss? How? There was absolutely no way to go about this without destroying her career, and her boss Sarah was a distant, aloof, coldly professional woman. Breaking through to her and claiming her was an impossible task. This was not her warm, bubbly best friend who was relatively easily seduced into wearing the panties.
Theresa had no idea what to do, but she needed to come up with an idea fast.
But, if she was being used in somebody else's game, surely it would be fair to use Jenny in her own.
She tossed the white thong into her drawer for the time being, and began to formulate a plan.
Jenny
Jenny stirred as she felt Theresa's lips touch hers, and she began to exit her deep slumber and return to reality.
As her vision came back to her, she saw Theresa slip out the door. Jenny called out to her, but wasn't fully conscious enough for Theresa to be able to hear.
She giggled as she looked down at her panties, enjoying the tingling sensations as they rolled from her clit across her body.
The memory of last night came flooding back to her, and she went back to Theresa grinding on her face as the two best friends experienced an otherworldly orgasm together.
She thought back to the kiss Theresa gave her, and felt butterflies in her lower stomach as she remembered how good her friend's lips felt on her own.
She remembered how gorgeous Theresa was in just her black thong, and how in the course of an evening, Jenny's view of Theresa shifted from her best friend all the way through college to a goddess who made her feel sensations she never thought she needed.
For Jenny, the panties had an unintended effect: Her feelings for Theresa blossomed as she saw her no longer as a platonic friend, but a woman she craved.
She needed Theresa. She needed to experience last night with her again.
She needed to find a way to take off the panties and truly feel her best friend's cunt.
She reached for her phone as her heart fluttered, and she sent Theresa a text she'd never thought she'd send her friend.
"Hey! I'm thinking about you a ton after last night. Please let me know if you'd like to do this again".
She hit send and leaned back on the bed, closing her eyes.
She imagined Theresa seducing her all over again, and pulled on the panties to activate the device.
The familiar mix of moans and screams erupted from her as the device came to life.
Sarah
A bemused Sarah walked into the office Monday morning, dreading yet another day of dealing with the intern.
The best way to describe Sarah would be optimally attractive in every sense of the word.
She stood at a lean 6 feet, towering over nearly everyone that worked at the marketing agency. She had sparkling blue eyes that prolonged contact with would fold any man (and some women), and her dirty blonde hair was cut just below her shoulder.
While she was in her mid 30s, she could pass for somebody several years younger. She had been a multi-sport athlete in her younger days, and the extremely rigorous fitness standards she held herself to still followed her. Her calves and quads were beautifully toned, and they propped up an absolutely perfect ass - muscular, but not unusually large. The flowing, athletic body continued up her abdomen and through her arms, completing the look of a gymnast. If a government intelligence agency were to create the perfect seductress in a lab to complete a mission against a rival, they would look strikingly similar to Sarah.
And Sarah knew this. Her flirtation skills were unmatched, and she regularly knew just what to say to get whatever favors were needed to position herself to move through the corporate ranks at a blistering pace. A gaze here and a lip bite there were valuable tools to melt any male superior, and her history of performance in every role she had been in would quickly silence anyone who claimed she only got to where she is because of her looks.
She was a racehorse of a woman, both mentally and physically.
However, Theresa was a pain in her ass.
In Sarah's quest to rise to the top of the marketing agency, Theresa had been stuck on her as a young graduate school intern. Her boss, a department VP, thought it would be a great idea for Theresa to learn under the powerhouse that was Sarah.
Sarah protested initially, but realized that this was going to be of no use if she wanted to get to where she wanted to be. She needed to take Theresa in and show her how to excel if she were to have any hope of taking the next step.
And Theresa, while she certainly wasn't unintelligent, was no match for Sarah's ability.
Day after day presented eye rolling questions from Theresa, the most basic of mistakes, and an overall slowness that constantly slowed Sarah down and brought every project they worked on together to a crawl.
Not only that, but Theresa for several days now had been acting weird. She seemed to be in a slight daze often, and Sarah could hear her whimpering or moaning under her breath constantly. She wasn't sure what was up, but it was annoying as hell when she was trying to work in silence.
Theresa was also usually late, so it came as a surprise this morning when Sarah walked in and saw Theresa already intently working.
"You're early", Sarah said with a tone of minor surprise.
Theresa looked up from her laptop and locked her chestnut brown eyes onto Sarah's blue ones.
"Oh.. hey Sarah.. Yeah, I was up super early and just decided to come in ahead of schedule", she said with a slight grin.
"Gotcha. Well, obviously you have the client deck so keep working on that."
Sarah turned and walked to her office.
"She's usually shy and not able to hold eye contact.. Weird", Sarah thought to herself. She dismissed the thought.
Theresa and Sarah settled into work for the day, and Sarah noticed through her office door that Theresa was intently focused on their client deck. So focused, in fact, that something else became apparent and Sarah didn't know what to do with this new observation.
Instead of Theresa falling desperately behind on her tasks, Sarah couldn't keep up with Theresa.
Theresa blew through client deck after client deck, finishing 3 presentations by the time the day was beginning to come to a close. Sarah, on the other hand, was struggling to finish her second."
"Hey.. I want to take you to drinks", Theresa chimed up as the clock hit 5.
"Oh.. okay? Where would you like to go?" A surprised Sarah asked. They had never at any point shown any inclination of friendliness towards each other outside of a standard boss-subordinate workplace relationship, and Sarah still to this point couldn't stand Theresa.
But, Theresa had been incredibly efficient today, and something about her body language and confidence was causing Sarah to stir on a still subconscious level.
"What the hell.. Why not", Sarah thought to herself.
Theresa suggested a bar that, to Sarah, was unknown.
To Theresa, it was where she claimed Jenny.
They left for the day and went to get a drink.
As they settled into the familiar corner booth, they drank in silence for a couple of minutes before the alcohol kicked in and helped alleviate some of the awkward jitters the two had.
"Sarah.. I have to ask, how do you look like that? To say you look incredible is an understatement."
"Wow.. you're forward!" Sarah laughed, finally beginning to thaw towards her intern.
