Chapter 12
by falkonae
Does She Win?
Yes!
With no traffic in sight Kitten jogged across the road, a camera bot zooming close to get some gratuitous shots of her scarcely covered body in motion. It seemed the people in cam bot control thought the Game was over and was making the most of little was on offer or were hoping for a last minute flash like last time.
On the other side of the street Kitten slowed her pace and crept into a covered avenue of the shopping district, it was all closed up this late at night so it was nice and quiet. She had rarely seen Hunt and Fuck drones come straight at their victims, most of the time striking from ambush, getting to somewhere quiet with minimal angles of approach seemed like a good idea. Cautiously approaching the far end of the covered section she glanced back and glimpsed an erratic movement in the shadows behind her. Kitten immediately broke into a run, there was a courtyard ahead with a ring of stone benches, vaulting the nearest one she took cover behind it as the drone shot straight toward her.
Closing her right hand into a fist primed the electric cestus on her knuckles, she’d spark the creepy metal fucker if it touched her. But with about a meter to go it suddenly stopped, the sound of voices was getting closer and louder with every breath she took waiting for the drone to make its move.
“Kitten! Check your collar, the hunt’s finished you’ve won!” Jennifer’s excited yelling broke the spell of the moment and she unclenched her fist, looking at the drone’s camera lense with smirk she could almost hear the guy screaming in frustration. Slipping off the collar the light had returned to red and she was no longer a viable target for the machine’s software, giving it a cutesy wave goodbye she sauntered back outside.
There was quite the crowd of spectators waiting by the entrance, some cheering and others grumbling with disappointment. Kitten really didn’t want to think how many of them had planned on catching her and fucking her into the floor, but she smiled and waved and gave a few autographs nonetheless. Then she spotted someone that she knew had plans for her, a hush fell over the crowd as Mysterious Francesca walked up to her.
“Congratulations little kitty cat, a very good run indeed and I dearly hope it won’t be our last.” The tall blonde reached into her handbag and pulled out a bundle of cloth. “Here, I thought you might want these back.”
Kitten finally recognised her combat trousers and held out a hand for them, but Francesca pulled them back at the last second and said.
“Actually, I have a favour to ask, well more a consolation prize really, just one little, kiss.” Murmurs rippled through the watching crowd as Kitten looked out at a sea of faces filled with anticipation, the camera bots arranging themselves to film from multiple angles.
“Alright but ju.. Mmph!?” Kitten attempted to urge restraint but the taller woman swiftly but gently cradled the younger woman’s face with her hands and kissed her full on the lips. Jerking away as she felt Francesca’s tongue enter her mouth Kitten staggered back a step as the crowd erupted into cheers. The Hunter handed over her combats and with a wink swept away through the crowd and climbed into the back of a waiting car which drove off as soon as the door closed.
Kitten shook herself free of the stunning kiss Francesca had given her, something about it had left a faint chemical taste in her mouth but before she could think too much of it Jen arrived to take home. The screeching of tortured tires heralded her friend’s arrival and the car had barely stopped before the redhead exploded out of the driver’s seat and pulled her into a hug.
“Youdidit! Youdidit! Youdidit!” She squealed before releasing Kitten and ushering her through the crowd, who seemed to be expecting another kiss, and into the car. As they began the drive home, Kitten was only slightly surprised to find Mysterious Francesca’s phone number tucked into a back pocket of her combats.
“People are going to be talking about this one huh?” She said with a grin as she showed Jennifer who replied.
“Oh hell yeah!”
What Happens Next?
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Catch Me If You Can
Elude capture for an hour, or get fucked in front of millions
In the near future an erotic hunt is the main spectator sport
Updated on Sep 24, 2022
by johnsmithhhhh37
Created on Dec 6, 2015
by johnsmithhhhh37
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