Aftermath

Five minutes later and Kitten was squirming and moaning in her seat, both hands buried down the front of her shorts, soft squishing noises filling the car as she fingered herself with manic intensity.

“Ew, can’t you wait for a bit you’re going to wreck my seats.” Jen complained again as her friend was overwhelmed with lust.

“I-i c-ca..ungh! s-sto...ahh! f-f-FUCK!” Kitten stammered and gasped between twitches of pleasure as she approached a climax only to have it denied to her again.

“Crazy bitch must of had it laced into her lipstick, no wonder she seemed so intense, seriously, what kind of Hunter doses themselves with aphrodisiac?” Jen queried outloud for no-one’s real benefit.

“B-but..uh! Why-y...AAH!” While Kitten couldn’t finish it Jen could guess she meant ‘why is it affecting me this much?’

“Probably cause you’re so tiny, added to the fact your pulse was still up from the Hunt, or maybe the kiss just excited you that much huh?” The redhead told her with a sly smile.

“F-Uh-Uh-OHHH!” Kitten screamed in almost orgasm, resuming her **** masturbation instead of cursing out her cheeky friend.

Thanks to Jennifer’s crazy driving they soon arrived at Kitten’s apartment and not a moment too soon as the younger woman looked like she was about to explode. Dragging her out of the car Jen had to physically carry her convulsing friend up the stairs to the bedroom, all while restraining her from clawing her clothes off. Dropping Kitten on the bed Jen helped her out of the tight fitting clothes, her normally pale skin was flushed and glistened with sweat, among other things. Her dusky little nipples looked painfully erect as they jiggled with every hitched breath and her neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair was matted by the action of her slick hands and gushing pussy.

Jen had seen her friend naked on a number of occasions, and vice versa, but had never seen her so terrifyingly horny before. Her first thought was to chuck her in a room with a good vibrator, lock the door and wait for things to calm down, but this wasn’t normal. The Game’s **** were tailored to make people submit, often needing a specific act to make the body counteract the substance. Dashing out to the car Jen retrieved a laptop, she needed to find the release trigger for this particular ****, in a flash she had four pharmaceutical suppliers under investigation. All items used in the Hunt were regulated and approved so she quickly found the **** that matched the symptoms.

“Gotcha!” Jen shouted, leaping from her seat and rushing into the bedroom with the furiously masturbating girl.”OK Kitten i’ve got to get you to keep still.”

The **** had been designed for bondage nuts who wanted people to beg them to be tied up, they could sit and watch while the **** frigged themselves silly while five minutes without would give them release. Jennifer made a mental note to add this info to Mysterious Francesca’s file as she pinned down and straddled her friend.

Luckily she had not removed the magnetic bracelets yet so prying Kitten’s hands away from her crotch she locked them in place around the bed frame. Tugging off the sheets Jen deftly tied the ends around her friend’s ankles and secured them to the other end of the bed so her legs were held apart. As Kitten’s moans became more **** Jennifer dimmed the lights and went back into the sitting room, leaving the door ajar.

With nothing to do now but wait and listen Jen realised what a mess she was, her t-shirt and jeans were soaked with her friend’s love juices. Peeling them off she stripped down to her blue and green striped underwear and considered taking a shower, but then she thought that Kitten would be in more **** need than she was. Resolving to wash her hands at least she raided the fridge for a beer and slumped on the sofa to wait out the effects of the ****.

It took a few minutes but eventually the moans and screams reached a crescendo, the sounds of heavy breathing eventually evened out while Jennifer sat sipping her beer until.

“Jen? Jen! Oh fuck, please tell me you’re still out there.” Kitten called weakly from her bed.

“I’m sure you’re glad that didn’t happen on camera.” Jennifer snarked as she sauntered into the room. “I’m also sure you’ll be more cautious accepting kisses from crazy lesbian terminators in future.”

“Very funny, and true, can you let me up now?”

“Of course my conquering heroine.” The redhead was already moving to trip the release of the mag bracelets. “How are you feeling?”

“If that hadn’t been the best orgasm of my life I’d be asking you for a knife and a short piece of rope.” Kitten muttered as she sat up, an edge to her voice that told Jen she was being deadly serious. After her legs had been freed she rubbed wearily at her face and reacted in disgust at the state of her hands, jolting her loose from her darker past. “Thanks Jen, you’re far too good to me, I am alright though, truly, just a bit stickier than I’d like to be.”

With that Kitten shuffled off towards the bathroom when Jennifer asked her.

“You want to run against that bitch again next week?”

“Oh hell yeah!”