Stiletto is prepared, but...

Despite all the excitement, Stiletto hadn't forgotten about the drone. You didn't survive as long as she had in the CIA without positional awareness, after all. She didn't need IT to know that, though, or it would wait until she was distracted again. Besides, another daring escape would make great viewing.

Stiletto tensed and readied to spring into action while fingering her EMP gun. Her peripheral sensors warned her when it entered its dive, and she threw herself into a somersault, coming up with her gun trained on the metal monstrosity. Her movement had **** it to correct its descent just enough that she was able to get her shot off at point blank range before it crashed into her and drove her to the ground.

The drone manage to pin her arms and spread her legs, even getting its insemination tube within 6 inches of her pussy, before the EMP finally took effect and it fell lifeless on top of her. Despite its surprising weight she was able to push its limp form off of her without difficulty. She heard a mixture of cheers and boos from the gathering crowd.

As she was retrieving her new hat she noticed a small bead of blood on her leg. With a sinking feeling she took a closer look at the drone and saw that, sure enough, it had injected her with something during its attack.

"Any idea what this is?" she asked Morwen.

"Undoubtedly one of the hunt-approved aphrodisiacs that Hunters sometimes used on their prey. They aren't common, though, because while they often caused the Prey to end up on her back, it's rarely the intended Hunter who ends up on top of her " said Morwen.

Morwen continued "Which leads to the real question: How much did it get into you? You can probably shrug off a low dose with just a bit of distraction, but if it was a full dose you'll be face-down-ass-up begging f..."

"Yeah, thanks, I get it"

Stiletto cracked open the robo-syringe to find out just how much trouble she was in.