by providing a bit of restraint

“I hear you little kitty cat, so just let me help.” Francesca says as she struts around the table where Kitten can easily look up at her. “I just need you to cooperate. Understand?”

Kitten nods, her lower body still slowly squirming.

“Good, now be a good little kitty while I get you in position.” Francesca commands as she reaches for her grapple launcher, causing it to release it’s grip on kitten’s arms. Kitten’s wrists were free from the table, but still bound by the mag bracelets. Francesca turned Kitten face-up on her back, and then started to rummage through her handbag.

Kitten was left free aside from the mag bracelets binding her wrists, but at this point there was only one thing she wanted to do. She reached her hands down between her legs, desperately trying to rub her pussy. The mag bracelets got in the way, limiting how deep she could delve her fingers, but she fingered herself as vigorously as she could manage in an effort to sate her limitless lust.

Francesca returned to Kitten holding a pair of cuffs and short pole that clicked as she pulled on it’s ends, causing it to extend. Kitten was too busy fingering herself to respond as Francesca attached the cuffs to her ankles and linked them to the bar, forcing her prey’s legs apart. Francesca went back to her bag and grabbed a length of rope, tethering it to one of the ankle cuffs and tossing it under the table.

Francesca walked around one side of the table, grabbing Kitten’s mag bracelets as she passed. Kitten whined as her hands were pulled away from her slit. Francesca pulled Kitten’s wrists up over her head, and then looped the rope around the mag bracelets. Pulling the rope snug, Francesca finished circling the table and tied the other end of the rope to the second ankle cuff.

When Francesca was done, Kitten was laid out on the table like she was being served to the audience. Camera drones flew in for a close view of Kitten’s bare front. Her forearms were bent over the edge of the table above her head. The cuffs on her ankles were tethered to her mag bracelets under the table, and the rope between them held her in place with very little slack.

Kitten watched Francesca, wondering what she was going to do next, but saw the hunter simply pull up a chair to sit in front of her and stare.

“Please! aren’t you going to help me cum?” Kitten asked as she squirmed all the harder against the restraints.

“I’ve already given you all the help you need.” Francesca replied, smiling sadistically as she continued to watch.

Kitten continues to squirm and struggle against her bonds, frequently looking pleadingly towards Francesca who silently watches. The hunter smiles sadistically as Kitten keeps looking to her for help.

After a while Francesca starts to shift in her seat. Her hands grip the chair’s armrests tightly and her breathing gets heavy. The hunter suddenly begins shaking. Her head tilts back and she lets out a growl before her body loosens and she goes limp in her chair a few moments.

Kitten stared in disbelief as the hunter seemed to have had an orgasm while just sitting and watching.

~Is she getting off from watching me suffer?~ Kitten wondered, staring enviously as Francesca slowly regained her composure.

Growing more ****, Kitten started mewling again, only stopping long enough to inhale for the next pleading cry. She squirmed as hard as she could, trying in vain to find some way of stimulating herself. She tried to squeeze her thighs against her wanting pussy, and shook her bottom in the distant hope that the tail plug might swing up against her slit. Her throat was starting to hurt from meowing for Francesca’s attention, and no matter how she tried to twist or shift herself, she couldn’t make anything so much as graze any of the sensitive areas of her body that were screaming for some kind of touch. The drones continued to circle close to Kitten, capturing every movement of her squirming body from several angles.

Kitten’s cries started to become weaker, and body ached so badly for release she was not far from crying. She had a quickly growing feeling she might burst if she didn’t get some kind of stimulation soon. Her efforts to cry out like a hungry kitten started to change into whiny moans. Suddenly, after being left untouched for what felt like an eternity, something finally gave and a sudden peak of pleasure rocked her body. For a few moments she instinctively tried to thrust her hips, all the more hungry for a touch between her legs. As wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her, and the cold feeling of the air on her itching skin was replaced by a warm glow of relief. Kitten couldn’t stop herself from crying out in delighted moans that rose in pitch until she was fully overcome by a mind-clearing orgasm.

Kitten still felt a high from the pleasure as she started to remember her surroundings and situation. A pair of camera drones were hovering nearby to catch close-up views of her dazed but satisfied face.

“Looks like you’ve had enough for now little kitty, Let’s play again sometime.” Francesca said as she leaned in to give Kitten a quick kiss on the cheek before taking the bottle of cream and pouring it across Kitten’s body, letting it drip down on her face, chest, and stomach before dumping the rest over her pussy.

After pouring cream over Kitten like it was the finishing touch on a dessert, Francesca stopped to pull her clothes back on. The hunter waved to the audience and then blew Kitten a kiss before she started to walk away. Kitten was just starting to realize that Francesca was leaving without untying her when the mag gauntlets unlocked from each other, freeing her arms and letting the rope tying her down to the table go slack. Looking around, Kitten saw the watching crowd was starting to thin out and less camera drones were hovering around. One was circling slowly overhead while another was following Francesca. It seemed like the show was finally over.