Boiling Point

Zoe winced when her fingers dove to her aching pussy. It was so hot, so hyper-sensitive that it felt raw to touch herself – but she couldn’t stop. It hurt, but she didn’t care, she had to orgasm… she needed it… she had to…

Zoe moaned, her body trembling, she had no idea where she was, or what position she was in, the world was a red angry blur all around her as she frantically slipped her fingers back and forth across her needy little clit.

“Please… please… please…”

She was right on the edge, so close she was sure just touching herself would’ve started a mind-breaking chain reaction of pleasure… but nothing happened.

“Orgasm lock enabled”

No matter how much she toyed with herself, she couldn’t push herself over the edge. It was like she was trapped at the tip of the surge… higher and higher and then… stuck… plateaued at the summit… every fibre of her being screaming out for it… but it was like her body had forgotten how to release it…

“Good Ponygirls don’t use their hands.”

No no no!

She felt hands on her, and then something shook her. Zoe found herself changing positions as she tumbled – the red world around her eyes parted, the curtain of her own hair revealing the living room floor and her own naked body, pink, fingering herself frantically. Zoe’s eyes filled with tears, blurring her vision as she tried to focus – she could hear her name echoing over and over…

COLD!

Zoe yelped, spluttering as freezing cold water doused her, splashing across her face and naked chest and the girl screamed, pulling her hand away from her needy pussy in shocked panic. She still needed to cum, but the sudden alarm she felt at being so freezing cold so immediately jolted her mind back into sharp focus.

“Zoe Stop!”

Katie was stood over her, an empty glass in her trembling hand, her face bright pink and eyes wet with worry.

“No! No!” She shrieked desperately, feeling her core shuddering as she was dragged back from the peak, her body kicking and screaming for an orgasm that was getting further and further away. “Y-y-you ruined it! I need it!”

“Just stop Zoe!” Katie pleaded, “It’s not going to let you!”

“You… you threw water on me?!” Zoe panted, brushing her soaked hair from her forehead and staring up at her best friend, her frustration and anger boiling over. “What’s wrong with you?!”

Katie took a step back, then set her jaw and stepped forward again, towering over the naked redhead, “What’s wrong with me?! You’re the one fingering herself in the living room! You wouldn’t stop!”

“I don’t have a choice!” Zoe protested, feeling her self-awareness returning with every passing second. She was naked on the living room floor, in front of Katie, her nipples achingly hard from the cold water… and she’d been masturbating like a slut… worse… like an animal in heat…

“Your collar didn’t tell you to masturbate in front of me!” Katie said, her own anger evident even as her voice faltered over the word, the blush on her cheeks growing deeper.

“It tortured me…” Zoe snapped, “You watched it happen!”

She watched Katie blink, both girls now caught in a swirling torrent of misplaced frustration and **** embarrassment.

“It wouldn’t have if you’d just run faster! You could’ve cum on the porch like you always do!”

Always do?!

“You think I didn’t try?!” Zoe glared at her, stomping one of her bare feet against the ground as she tried to pull herself into a kneeling position, she was too exhausted to stand up. She waited for the blonde to retort, but there was a telling pause and Zoe’s eyes grew wider with realisation, “Wait, you really think I didn’t try?!”

Katie’s eyes narrowed, “I didn’t say that”

“You were thinking it!”

“I watched you start and you were going way too fast,” the blonde snapped, “I’m not saying you didn’t try… I’m saying you didn’t think...”

Zoe gasped, incredulous, even as she felt the gnawing defensiveness creeping in – she’s right though…

“Oh I’m sorry, how many races have you run?!” Zoe seethed, deciding her best defence was to go on the offensive, “You think I don’t know how to pace myself?!”

“It doesn't matter that I've never run, we're not talking about me, we're talking about you and 39 minutes should be easy for you! You need to control yourself better!”

“What?!” Zoe gasped with a squeak of indignation.

“I’m just trying to help you!”

“I don’t need your help!” Zoe cried, finding some last reserve of strength in her body to pull herself back to her feet, hissing as the subtle movement of her thighs still pulled at her tender sex.

“Oh really?” Katie scoffed, letting her eyes drift up and down the naked, collared, harnessed girl, pointedly, “You’ve got everything under control huh?”

Zoe clamped her hands to her bare breasts, angry and humiliated. Her frustration at her denied orgasm continued to rock her to her emotional core.

“I don’t need your help” Zoe repeated as she turned to march upstairs.

“Ok”

“I don’t!”