Walking the Catwalk pt. 4

Jenna was sweating profusely as she prepared her trap. She’d followed the vibration between her legs to a large room filled with large metal tanks that bubbled and popped with sounds like massive kettles connected by a complex series of pipes and humming pumps. The room was sweltering and humid, to the point where it resembled a sauna, with spontaneous leaks causing loud hisses and creating columns of steam that filled the top of the room’s high ceiling with a cloud-like accumulation of vapor that hid the tops of the massive tanks and the ladder-covered scaffolding that surrounded them. She giggled a little at the realization that the vibrator already had her feeling sweaty and hot even before she’d entered the sweltering room.

When she’d first cautiously entered the room and a leak had sprung right in front of her, Jenna had stumbled and fallen onto her back, wincing as her fall aggravated the bruises from her earlier crash. When a tiny robotic entity had suddenly appeared, she’d had to resist the urge to start running. It only took a moment to realize that the entity was not one of C2’s drones. Instead, something resembling a giant robotic mosquito ignored her as it homed in on the leak that had sprung up, sparking from its proboscis-like appendage, and pecked at it until it finally stopped, and the mosquito-drone zipped away. After a moment, she re-entered the room and started climbing a nearby ladder, hoping to get a better perspective of the room. The vibrator was pulsing rapidly between her legs, so she had no doubt that what she was looking for was likely in this room, but she was determined to catch a drone and get herself a reward.

When she was about fifty feet in the air, she found a scaffolding platform where she could see most of the room and took a moment to catch her breath, sitting with her back against a ladder leading higher. The vibrations had increased even further and were now a nearly constant max-strength vibration. She looked up at the scaffolding platforms above her and decided that, most likely, the card she was looking for was probably on one of those. The vibrations felt so good, and all she wanted was to let herself bask in the sensation. She had no doubt that it wouldn’t take more than a tiny application of pressure to the vibrator to tip her over the edge. She was tempted, but decided it would be too dangerous until she knew for sure whether there was a drone in the room. From the other rooms she’d passed through, she knew that rooms like this usually had at least one on permanent patrol and typically had a couple occasionally passing through.

From her elevated vantage point, she easily spotted her prey. The room’s tanks were organized into four groups, with an open space for engineers to move between the groups and around the room's perimeter. Two drones were patrolling the open spaces in complementary patterns that intersected every couple of minutes at the center of the room. She watched them for a while, counting out exactly how long it took one to reach a point after the other had passed that spot. As long as they weren’t programmed to get suspicious if they didn’t spot each other at their usual intersection and she didn’t attack one when it was somewhere especially exposed, she guessed she had just short of three minutes to get away before the other drone reached her. With her altered gravity, which the vibrator was keeping at its lowest level, climbing the ladders wouldn’t take her even half that. She waited a while, and eventually another passed through, moving rapidly down the center aisle without sweeping the room at all. Even if it came at an inopportune moment, there was little risk of the other drone spotting her.

“C2’s really got these guys on Easy mode. They’re not even sweeping the scaffolding,” she whispered to herself.

Jenna picked a spot where the drones’ route led them to an obscured location at the far end of the room, near the base of one of the ladders and another entrance. She found a spot where she could perch above the location, dangling from a railing that left her what she hoped would be a safe distance to drop. As one of the drones passed below her, she started to count the time until the other drone would arrive, and just as it turned the corner, she let herself drop. As she fell, the drone did something unexpected. She’d planned on it simply passing by the entrance to the room, as it had done on every previous pass. But instead, as it passed the entrance, it suddenly turned and floated down the hallway. Jenna landed a few feet away and quickly started pursuing the drone. By the time she was moving, she was about a dozen feet behind the drone, and it only took a moment to discover what it was after. Down the hall, there were the distinct sounds of a moaning woman. At a far intersection, she could see a shadowy figure stumbling through the hall, apparently unaware of the drone on an intersecting course. Jenna made a judgment call and prepared to launch herself again, picking up her pace enough that she thought she could close the distance without making too much noise and then, when she got close enough, planting her feet and launching herself as hard as she could at it. She flew at the drone, thankful that she had planned her launch more cleanly this time.

The distance between her and the drone closed quickly as she flew at it, but it wasn’t quite enough. The drone was still just outside of her reach when the woman came too close and looked into the drone’s yellow light just long enough for Jenna to see Sarah’s face and lingerie-clad form before she was teleported away. Moments later, Jenna collided with the drone, slamming the button with her fist, then clutching it. Her initial plan had been to hold onto the drone and ride it down after the collision. Still, she was pleasantly surprised when, even after the drone’s light was extinguished, the drone remained stationary, causing her to collide with the stationary drone and lose a great deal of her momentum. After a moment, the drone dropped to the ground, but did so slowly enough that she was able to reach the ground unhurt. Floating over the downed drone, there was a line of holographic text, and Jenna pumped her arms in victory.

Reward: Drone Slayer! – ½ Off One Upgrade Purchase

But the moment she did, she realized that the jaunt down the hallway had used up a significant portion of her 3 minutes before the other drone arrived. She bolted back towards the room as quickly as she could, only barely avoiding making the sort of noise that might have brought attention. She emerged into the room with only moments to spare as she launched herself up the ladder, barely avoiding the other drone’s sweeping gaze. She skittered up the ladder as quickly as she could, forgetting for a moment how much the vibrator’s intensity would increase as she climbed. By the time she reached the top of the scaffolding, she didn’t care anymore; she collapsed to the warm platform and, indifferent to the hard metallic surface and the danger of her situation, she bit her lip, reached down, and pressed the vibrator into her clit as hard as she could. Her orgasm was quick and unavoidable as she felt the release. The pleasure was half explosion and half relief, like a giant full-body sneeze that quickly overwhelmed her conscious mind with a flash of pink and white and waves of sensation. She had just barely enough presence of mind to clamp her hand over her mouth as she began a quiet, wanton moan. She wondered if Aaron was watching her, and the idea of him seeing her as she orgasmed in her tiny, skin-tight outfit was exactly what she needed to roll directly from her first orgasm into her second. She wished that she could scream out her pleasure, call out to him so that he could come and finish the job that the idea of him had started.

When she finally came down from the high of her orgasms enough to get her bearings again, she remembered where she was and looked around, thankful that she had apparently avoided making enough noise to draw the other drone. She took control of her breathing as she got to her feet, pulling her hand away from her shorts, which had grown so wet that her vulva and the vibrator nestled within stood out even more against the sodden cloth. But, even as she considered that, she saw the material slowly begin to dry and clean itself. She received a brief ping from the device on her wrist, which she ignored as she began surveying the area. The item she was searching for was only a few quick jumps away, sitting atop the scaffolding of the tank on the other side of the room. She briefly considered making the quick hops to get there but decided that she’d had enough adventure for one day, descended one level, and made her way on rubbery legs to the other scaffold and climbed up, seizing the card.

In the moment before the flash of light took her away, Jenna found herself wishing she could have done more for Sarah, who had looked almost frenzied in the brief flash she’d been able to see before the drone had caught her. Jenna recalled the other woman’s transformation enough to realize what must have happened and hoped that, wherever she was, it was cool enough for her to realize what she needed to do and avoid falling into the same trap again.

Back at her starting point, Sarah was not happy. She had already been unbelievably aroused before the drone had captured her. Still, the sudden chill of her starting location not only failed to relieve the sweltering heat of lust that was boiling under her skin, but it had taken her away from the vibrations that had promised relief. Add to that the floating text that had appeared above her after her return, and she was in a genuinely foul mood.

Penalty: Caught! – Next Challenge Hindrance

Still part of her felt a little heartened. She had seen Jenna’s mad jump to try and catch the drone before she’d been warped away and wondered if the other woman had managed to down the drone or if she’d been caught herself. She and Jenna had been quite close when she’d worked at the Roost, and Sarah had often enjoyed spending her breaks in the bar chatting with Jenna and a few of the other women who worked on the restaurant side over a club soda, which the bartender at the time had often slipped a little gin into for her. She thought the girl was a little too starry-eyed for her taste, especially her dreams of becoming a famous author, but she was a kind and vivacious young woman. She resolved to thank the other woman for the attempt as soon as she could. But, for the moment, she had to do something about her arousal. What had once been an unpleasant chill was now the only thing that gave her any relief from the roiling heat within her. From what she could recall from her change, getting away from the heat was not enough; she needed to orgasm. Unfortunately, the vibrator that only moments ago had been taunting her and driving her closer and closer was now suddenly inert, and, additionally, its placement over her clit and implacable resolve to remain there meant that she couldn't access her clit to take care of herself. She honestly wasn’t sure if she could, even if the damned thing had not been present. She’d never been especially reactive to solo endeavors, and she could count on two hands the number of times that she’d orgasmed without assistance from a skilled partner and count on one the number of times she'd done so without a toy of some kind. Previously, it had never been an issue. She had never had an especially high libido but, when she did get an itch that she needed to scratch, being bi and gorgeous had generally meant that she’d usually had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or an easy supply of interested parties to help her with the issue. But this, this incredible incessant lust which was completely without basis in any stimulus or thought on her part and without any way to find relief, was a type of torture that she had never experienced before.

She took a moment, her face turning scarlet with her mortification and her lust, to shove her hand into her panties and desperately try to bring herself some relief, but it quickly became clear that, at least as long as the vibrator remained inactive, she was only going to be further aggravating and taunting herself. She decided there was nothing for it but to try and find a card, if only so that the demonically sweet vibrations could get her a little closer to relief. She lurched off into a hallway, her legs rubbery with desire, and hoped that she could find either a card to help give her some relief or an ice bath that she could throw herself into to at least curb the furnace that her insides had become. More than that, part of her wished for the damned challenge to end so she could get out of these infernal hallways, even if that meant she lost. She wondered how much of the two hours was left, and prayed that it was not long. She did have enough presence of mind to resist the siren call of the warmer hallways, which, even with the roiling heat inside her, she felt an extreme desire to explore. Still, she had enough willpower to turn herself away from the temptation. She headed down another hallway, finding herself surprisingly grateful at the first flicker of movement from the vibrator as it registered the far edge of a card's range.