Right Pocket

Bethany pretended to lean forward as she let her hand wander to the right side of Victor, before the large man could notice, Beth latched her hand down the pocket and grabbed the key inside. Victor was quick to react by grabbing Beth’s hand, practically slapping the Englishwoman in the face with his dick. To her credit though, Bethany responded in turn by launching a straight fist into Victor’s balls.

The German bent over and clutched at his dangling manhood. With him now distracted, Bethany yanked away and rolled towards Gwen with the key in hand. Gwendolynwas no longer dazed and while Beth fiddled with the lock, Victor quickly regained his composure and stood up straight. He suddenly hunched over again, unable to fully ignore the pain.

“You fucking bitch!” He pointed a single finger towards Beth as he stalked over. “I’ll have your head for that.”

Just before he could reach the pair, Bethany was able to unlock the cuffs and without a moment of hesitation, Gwen spun around and fired a burst of magical energy that pierced Victor’s chest. Victor fell downwards; dead on the floor. Bethany stared in awe at what should have been physically impossible.

“Wh-what the hell?” the Englishwoman finally managed to get out.

“BETHANY!?” Gwen let down her aggressive posture. She seemed to be in a state of shock as she stood there silently for a moment. She very slowly walked up to the Englishwoman and gave her a soft hug, her bosom squeezing against her own chest. “I-I thought this was it. That no one was coming for us… thank you.” Before Beth could even try to return the hug, she let go as her brain caught up with her. If Gwen’s cheeks were red, Beth couldn’t tell and she covered her breasts in front of him.. “How did you find us?”

“I-I-“

“Wait,” Gwen interrupted. She raised her hand to shush her and quickly looked around. “This is our chance to get out of this mess alive, we can't waste it with chatter. How did you get here?’

There were so many questions spinning through the young woman's mind. What did these people want? What happened to the man in the white coat? Was Gwen’s hand really glowing? Why was she red? But as much as she wanted these questions answered, she wanted out of this madhouse just that much more. She put these thoughts to one side and went on autopilot.

“I snuck into the facility and used a lift to reach you.”

“Blair is still tied up in the other room. Let’s hurry and go!”

As Gwen grabbed Bethany’s hand and dragged her towards the door, it suddenly dawned on the young woman not only how bizarre this day had been, but also that her entire life was likely about to change.