Dr. Mona Robbins was a highly respected member of the Plains State University faculty. For the past few years, she had been a fixture on campus. She could often be seen walking between the library and her classroom building wearing a very expensive emerald green suit with her red hair done up tightly
Only 35 years old, she was one of the shooting stars on campus. Everyone who knew her was sure Mona would be Dean of the College of Business before she was 40, and President of the University by the time she was 45. She embodied class, grace and dignity.
That’s why her students and co-workers would have been so shocked to see Dr. Robbins naked and helpless, her alabaster skin, still covered with the freckles that had resided on her face when she was a girl, glistening in the light. Mona was stuck to a wall, just like a refrigerator magnet, unable to peal any portion of her anatomy from the plaster. Even worse, she was a good foot off the ground, with her arms and legs spread eagle.
This professor of business ethics resembled nothing more than a fly, trapped in a web.
So maybe it was fitting that two mechanical spiders, each no larger than a deck of playing cards, was walking across her bare flesh, tormenting her with their long, vibrating legs. One climbing her ribcage, the other striding across her belly, the spiders were tickling Mona horribly, forcing the redhead to laugh as like she hadn’t done in years.
“Dr. Robbins, you will just have to tell me how you keep in shape,” Jenna said calmly, sitting in a kitchen chair and watching the show, “After looking at you like this, I can see how you can convince your lovers you are only 28. Why, I don’t believe there is a wrinkle or bit of sagging flesh on you from head to toe!”
Mona was in no position to gracefully receive the complement. A new blurting of laughter as the spider on her ribs grew closer to her underarm was Dr. Robbins only response.
It had taken Jenna two weeks of searching to find Mona. She had literally checked out every student on campus, and was about to give up, ready to believe Monica and Alice were the only truly ticklish women at Plains State after all. Then to avoid a security guard who had gotten suspicious of Jenna’s loitering, she had entered one of the campus’s lecture halls.
There, standing in front of a sea of yellow and green auras had been the red she had been searching for. The one Jenna knew she had to have before phase one could be considered over.
Capturing Dr. Robbins had been far easier. She had done most of the work for Jenna. It seemed the good professor was having an affair. Mona had deceived her husband, lied to all her friends about where she’d be that evening, and had taken off for an isolated location. All Jenna had had to do was tranquilize her stud of the evening. Then the redhead was all hers.
“GEeheheh ehetttt theeheemmmmmm eheheheh offff eheheh of meheheh youuuhuuu bitchhhhh eheh eheheheheh….” Mona cried out. She was, needless to say, none to happy with the way the evening had worked out. 16 quivering, poking “legs”, each as thin as the point on a pencil, have a way of ruining your day.
Especially when there is nothing you can do to free yourself.
Jenna had even gotten Mona to help glue herself to the wall. The bonding agent Jenna was using was a tricky one. It came in two chemicals, one applied to the hard surface and the other directly to the skin. Painting it on the wall was easy. To get it on Mona had been harder.
Jenna had coated the bathtub with it, and then left the professor a note, in her lover’s handwriting of course, to take a bath and wait for her. The hot water had coated the chemical all over Mona’s back, legs and arms. Then it had been a simple matter of grabbing Mona out of the bath, with cybernetically enhanced strength of course, and put her on the wall exactly where Jenna wanted her. Kind of like putting a post-it on a bulletin board.
“You don’t like my friends?” Jenna asked mockingly, “Well, maybe you’ll like this more.” She pulled out a yellow feather, and began stroking the inside of Mona’s thigh. Form the way her laughter spiked and the muscles in her legs flexed, still trying to rip herself free of the sticky wall, Jenna was guessing her prisoner didn’t like it at all.
The feather was a new sensation for Mona. It was as soft as a cloud, gliding over some of the most delicate skin on her body. She could feet each strand on the feather’s plume, dragging up then down her thigh. It was maddening!
And each time Jenna ran the feather up Mona’s leg, she went just a little bit higher, closer to her femininity. Each pass made her victim laugh harder and harder.
“HEHeehEHE ehe EHEhe ehe nawwwooo hehe ehHEE eh EHEH fe e eeheheh thererr ehehhheh nawwoo feeeaaathehehethherrrrrr heheh ehehheh….” The redhead begged.
The feather was so very high now, caressing Mona’s bikini line. It had been awhile since she had had a goods waxing down there, so a couple of coppery curls of pubic hair spilled over and were brushed aside by the yellow feather.
“Will you swallow the pill?” Jenna asked her for the third time. She followed the crease made there the thigh met the body, trailing the feathers tip across it. She was careful not to tickle Mona’s labia. Not yet anyway.
The tickling of her bikini line was enough to drive Mona wild. Her laughter grew louder, depriving her of the ability for speech. She wasn’t even aware that the mechanical spiders had slowed way down, barely tickling. They were only a distraction now. It was the feather, tickling Mona’s naughty parts, that was doing all the work.
The dignified Dr. Robbins, unable answer Jenna’s question, spit at her feet. She was clearly not ready to submit.
“Fine, Mona, but you asked for it,” Jenna said. With a flick of her hand, the feather left Mona and moved to her ass. Most of her soft, pillowy cheeks were stuck to the wall, but the very bottom, where her ass curved to meet the tops of her legs, was exposed. This was where the plume struck now.
“AHAHHAH AH AHAHH AHAHAH HAHA MERRRCCCYYY AAHAH AHAHAHAH MERRRRCEEEYYYYY HAH AHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHHHAH AH AH NAWWWWWWWWOOOOOO HAH AHAHAHH AHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Dr. Robbins immediately began wailing hysterically. Never had her bottom been tickled before, and the sensation was absolutely unbearable. She was a very fair skinned woman, but her bottom, never exposed to sunlight or anything harsher than the warm water of the shower, was practically albino. Nerves hardly ever stimulated were being woken up by the soft caress of the feather and screaming in ticklish agony.
Even the feather seemed to have changed. It was no longer soft as a cloud. The strands seemed a bit stiffer, like a paint brush, and pricklier. Jenna was using short, quick flicks of the feather across that virgin skin, making the tickling sensation even worse!
“AHE EHAHA AHAHA AHAHAHA AHAH MERRRRCCCCYYYYY AHA AHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MEERRRRRCYYYYY AHAHAHAH!!”
“Now, why should I give you that when you’ve been such a naughty girl?” Jenna asked, “You’re just an adulteress! Imagine, a married woman sneaking off to have a cheap affair! You sinful little slut! You don’t deserve mercy. You deserve…this!” With that, Jenna grazed the feather inside Dr. Robbins crack, sliding very near her anus.
Mona erupted with a howl, her laughter louder than it had ever been. Her entire body shook, and every muscle she had bunched up, trying to rip her body from the wall. Quite promiscuous, Dr. Robbins had never gone for anything anal. If her bottom was virgin skin, her anus was the dark side of the moon. And it was now in agony.
Mona’s laughter became higher pitch and touch with a bit of madness. Her frantic tugs on the wall slowed as her strength diminished, but tickling never let up. The feather kept dancing one of her most forbidden places, wracking her very being with crazed laughter. Surely it was more than she could handle.
Soon, all oxygen and energy was tickled out of the professor. She descended into silent laughter, her lungs unable to get enough air to make any noise. Her body stopped fighting and just sagged, like a straw dummy. Only her hands, balled up into tiny fists, and her eyes, showed the torment her body was still receiving.
“What’s wrong, Dr. Robbins?” Jenna taunted, “Aren’t you enjoying this anymore?” She began spinning the feather inside Mona’s crack, turning the feather into a fluffy drill bit. She played with Mona until the redhead was on the very verge of passing out.
Mona hung their, gasping like someone very nearly drowned. Even as she recovered, her face was almost the same shade of red as her hair, and sweat still dripped from her naked body. Her prized auburn curls were a mess, flattened and plastered to her forehead. The once proud professor looked like something the cat had dragged for a few miles before dragging it in.
“Now,” Jenna asked, “Will you swallow the pill? Or do we do this some more.”
“What…what’s it…in it,” said Mona meekly, still gasping for air. Such had been her torment that she would have swallowed the then and there had Jenna merely reassured her it was not cyanide.
“No, no, no, you still don’t get it,” Jenna put a serious look on her face, “You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t get to choose your punishment. Accept it as a fate you deserve for your wicked ways or else.”
Dr. Robbins didn’t reply. She couldn’t bring herself to refuse, but how could she swallow something that might have been poison?
“Well now,” Jenna took Mona’s silence as a refusal, “Since you are being so unrepentant, little *****, why don’t we focus on the heart of the matter, the source of your immoral behavior.” Dropping the feather, Jenna ran her fingers through Mona’s dark red pubic hair.
Dr. Robbins body stiffened at the first touch. It tickled, but also sent off a wave of pleasure through her exhausted body. What did her tormentor have in store for her now?
“Maybe these curls are the problem,” Jenna hypothesized, “I’ll bet you’ve been a slut ever since you grew these during puberty. Maybe removing them will make you feel like less of a wanton woman, huh?”
“What…no, you can’t…shave me…” Mona said, the humiliating idea burning at her brain. She wouldn’t…couldn’t!
Jenna pulled out what looked like an electric razor. She held it up so Mona’s green eyes could lock onto it. Then, Jenna hit a little switch on the side, making the razor hum, and Mona’s eyes to grow as big as saucers.
“Oh, somebody’s mound is about to be as bald and round,” Jenna sang to a silly tune, “Hairless and red and quite juicy instead! Like an apple!” Then, slowly, she touched its buzzing surface to Mona’s pubic hair.
The razor wasn’t a twenty-first century one. It was the sonic razor that Jenna brought from home. The idea of using a sharp piece of metal to remove unwanted hair seemed as barbaric to her as using an axe to give yourself a haircut. Jenna’s razor used sound waves to shave the skin.
Jenna’s sonic razor mowed through Dr. Robbins thick, coppery curls as easily as a rock skimming across a pond. The vibrating razor tickled enormously. Mona laughed almost as hard as she had with the feather. On the plus side, however, there was no need for shaving cream, no chance for a cut or nick and even no razor burn. In just seconds, Mona’s mound was hairless, plump and as white as her bottom.
Mona looked down at herself and flushed in shame. How could this monster do that to her?! She looked like an eight year old girl!
Mona didn’t have time to reflect on her humiliation, because Jenna’s four fingers attacked her now bare mound. They started wiggling into the plump flesh, sliding over the delicate skin.
Dr. Robbins started laughing again, but this time, hysteria wasn’t all she felt. Jenna’s fingers had somehow gotten soapy, and they were slipping over Mona’s pubic are like she was still in the shower. Pleasure built up to, mixing with the light tickling sensation.
“You like this, don’t you,” Jenna teased, fingers gliding from Mona’s waist to the top of her vagina, “You want me to slip a finger inside you, don’t you, you dirty girl?” Jenna seemed to press just a bit harder, making the pleasure build, Mona’s desire increase.
Mona couldn’t deny it. She wanted to thrust out her hips, to catch Jenna’s hand between her legs, to feel a finger probe her! She nodded yes.
“You are such a naughty girl!” Jenna said, playfully. Slippery fingers still dancing over Mona’s smooth mound, “And naughty girls are still punished. But maybe they can be rewarded too.”
Jenna’s hand was now pressing into Mona’s vagina, her fingers grazing against Mona’s labia. The pleasure grew stronger, more intense. She had had no idea how horny the tickling and the shaving, the bondage and humiliation, had made her. But now Mona knew. Her blood boiled, and she had to have it!
Jenna’s fingers kept tormenting Mona’s femininity, now slipping between Mona’s lips, but for only a second, then they were gone. Mona moaned. She desperately wanted to grind against Jenna, to push herself into her tormentor’s hard flesh! But she couldn’t. All Mona could do was feel those fingers tantalize her, caress her.
Then a magic finger scraped against the redheads clitoris, making her head swim. Then a second touch, and another. Mona could feel her legs, turned to jell-o earlier by the tickling, tense, grow desperate to wrap around something.
Then a finger stayed on Mona’s love button, circling it. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed against her. Every nerve in Mona’s body was overstimulated and exhausted, but that feeling made her want to press them harder, to take that finger in even deeper!
Mona felt something small and hard push through her real lips and into her mouth. It sat on her tongue. At that instant, the finger on her clitoris stroked her harder, made white lights flash in front of Mona’s eyes. YES! Oh Gawd. Thought was vanishing from her head.
“Swallow now,” Jenna’a voice said, “Swallow now or it all ends.” The finger, that delicious, wonderful finger, began to pull away. No! Mona, desperate for the pleasure, swallowed hard. She didn’t care what or why anymore.
In the few seconds she had before the pill put her unconscious, Dr. Mona Robbins had the most delightful orgasm of her life.
**********************
How strange this time was, Jenna thought, as she sprayed the glue dissolving solvent over Dr. Robbins limp body, freeing it from the wall, then lying it on a couch. They had such bizzare concepts of right and wrong in this place.
Morality as they knew it here did not exist in Jenna’s time. It had died out during the Cybernetics Wars. Her supposed outrage at Mona’s infidelity had been an act. Words like ‘sinful’ and ‘slut’ didn’t even exist in Jenna’s time. They were as archaic to her as Shakespearian English would have been to Mona, Monica or Alice. Jenna had had to watch several hours of a show called Jerry Springer to get all the insults she had used.
In 2260, the idea of being mad at a lover for sleeping with somebody else was like being angry at a customer for having lunch at another restaurant. Lust was considered just a biological need, like hunger, and satisfied just the same way.
That was why Jenna hated her time, why she was here. Jenna came from a world that had decided passion was an evil thing, the cause of great destruction, and had turned their back on it. Her actions would be considered reprehensible in 2260, not because she violated Mona, Alice and Monica, but because she had shown fervor in doing so. Jenna wanted to control others, she needed to dominate them. That made her an outcast where she came from.
That was OK, Jenna thought. She was never going home. She had found an island in the currents of space and time where the authorities of 2260 would never find her. And here, Jenna would find everything her heart had always dreamed of.
Now she could be more than a hunter. Now, Jenna could be the one in charge. She could be Mistress.
End of The Hunter. Start of something new?
Only 35 years old, she was one of the shooting stars on campus. Everyone who knew her was sure Mona would be Dean of the College of Business before she was 40, and President of the University by the time she was 45. She embodied class, grace and dignity.
That’s why her students and co-workers would have been so shocked to see Dr. Robbins naked and helpless, her alabaster skin, still covered with the freckles that had resided on her face when she was a girl, glistening in the light. Mona was stuck to a wall, just like a refrigerator magnet, unable to peal any portion of her anatomy from the plaster. Even worse, she was a good foot off the ground, with her arms and legs spread eagle.
This professor of business ethics resembled nothing more than a fly, trapped in a web.
So maybe it was fitting that two mechanical spiders, each no larger than a deck of playing cards, was walking across her bare flesh, tormenting her with their long, vibrating legs. One climbing her ribcage, the other striding across her belly, the spiders were tickling Mona horribly, forcing the redhead to laugh as like she hadn’t done in years.
“Dr. Robbins, you will just have to tell me how you keep in shape,” Jenna said calmly, sitting in a kitchen chair and watching the show, “After looking at you like this, I can see how you can convince your lovers you are only 28. Why, I don’t believe there is a wrinkle or bit of sagging flesh on you from head to toe!”
Mona was in no position to gracefully receive the complement. A new blurting of laughter as the spider on her ribs grew closer to her underarm was Dr. Robbins only response.
It had taken Jenna two weeks of searching to find Mona. She had literally checked out every student on campus, and was about to give up, ready to believe Monica and Alice were the only truly ticklish women at Plains State after all. Then to avoid a security guard who had gotten suspicious of Jenna’s loitering, she had entered one of the campus’s lecture halls.
There, standing in front of a sea of yellow and green auras had been the red she had been searching for. The one Jenna knew she had to have before phase one could be considered over.
Capturing Dr. Robbins had been far easier. She had done most of the work for Jenna. It seemed the good professor was having an affair. Mona had deceived her husband, lied to all her friends about where she’d be that evening, and had taken off for an isolated location. All Jenna had had to do was tranquilize her stud of the evening. Then the redhead was all hers.
“GEeheheh ehetttt theeheemmmmmm eheheheh offff eheheh of meheheh youuuhuuu bitchhhhh eheh eheheheheh….” Mona cried out. She was, needless to say, none to happy with the way the evening had worked out. 16 quivering, poking “legs”, each as thin as the point on a pencil, have a way of ruining your day.
Especially when there is nothing you can do to free yourself.
Jenna had even gotten Mona to help glue herself to the wall. The bonding agent Jenna was using was a tricky one. It came in two chemicals, one applied to the hard surface and the other directly to the skin. Painting it on the wall was easy. To get it on Mona had been harder.
Jenna had coated the bathtub with it, and then left the professor a note, in her lover’s handwriting of course, to take a bath and wait for her. The hot water had coated the chemical all over Mona’s back, legs and arms. Then it had been a simple matter of grabbing Mona out of the bath, with cybernetically enhanced strength of course, and put her on the wall exactly where Jenna wanted her. Kind of like putting a post-it on a bulletin board.
“You don’t like my friends?” Jenna asked mockingly, “Well, maybe you’ll like this more.” She pulled out a yellow feather, and began stroking the inside of Mona’s thigh. Form the way her laughter spiked and the muscles in her legs flexed, still trying to rip herself free of the sticky wall, Jenna was guessing her prisoner didn’t like it at all.
The feather was a new sensation for Mona. It was as soft as a cloud, gliding over some of the most delicate skin on her body. She could feet each strand on the feather’s plume, dragging up then down her thigh. It was maddening!
And each time Jenna ran the feather up Mona’s leg, she went just a little bit higher, closer to her femininity. Each pass made her victim laugh harder and harder.
“HEHeehEHE ehe EHEhe ehe nawwwooo hehe ehHEE eh EHEH fe e eeheheh thererr ehehhheh nawwoo feeeaaathehehethherrrrrr heheh ehehheh….” The redhead begged.
The feather was so very high now, caressing Mona’s bikini line. It had been awhile since she had had a goods waxing down there, so a couple of coppery curls of pubic hair spilled over and were brushed aside by the yellow feather.
“Will you swallow the pill?” Jenna asked her for the third time. She followed the crease made there the thigh met the body, trailing the feathers tip across it. She was careful not to tickle Mona’s labia. Not yet anyway.
The tickling of her bikini line was enough to drive Mona wild. Her laughter grew louder, depriving her of the ability for speech. She wasn’t even aware that the mechanical spiders had slowed way down, barely tickling. They were only a distraction now. It was the feather, tickling Mona’s naughty parts, that was doing all the work.
The dignified Dr. Robbins, unable answer Jenna’s question, spit at her feet. She was clearly not ready to submit.
“Fine, Mona, but you asked for it,” Jenna said. With a flick of her hand, the feather left Mona and moved to her ass. Most of her soft, pillowy cheeks were stuck to the wall, but the very bottom, where her ass curved to meet the tops of her legs, was exposed. This was where the plume struck now.
“AHAHHAH AH AHAHH AHAHAH HAHA MERRRCCCYYY AAHAH AHAHAHAH MERRRRCEEEYYYYY HAH AHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHHHAH AH AH NAWWWWWWWWOOOOOO HAH AHAHAHH AHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Dr. Robbins immediately began wailing hysterically. Never had her bottom been tickled before, and the sensation was absolutely unbearable. She was a very fair skinned woman, but her bottom, never exposed to sunlight or anything harsher than the warm water of the shower, was practically albino. Nerves hardly ever stimulated were being woken up by the soft caress of the feather and screaming in ticklish agony.
Even the feather seemed to have changed. It was no longer soft as a cloud. The strands seemed a bit stiffer, like a paint brush, and pricklier. Jenna was using short, quick flicks of the feather across that virgin skin, making the tickling sensation even worse!
“AHE EHAHA AHAHA AHAHAHA AHAH MERRRRCCCCYYYYY AHA AHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MEERRRRRCYYYYY AHAHAHAH!!”
“Now, why should I give you that when you’ve been such a naughty girl?” Jenna asked, “You’re just an adulteress! Imagine, a married woman sneaking off to have a cheap affair! You sinful little slut! You don’t deserve mercy. You deserve…this!” With that, Jenna grazed the feather inside Dr. Robbins crack, sliding very near her anus.
Mona erupted with a howl, her laughter louder than it had ever been. Her entire body shook, and every muscle she had bunched up, trying to rip her body from the wall. Quite promiscuous, Dr. Robbins had never gone for anything anal. If her bottom was virgin skin, her anus was the dark side of the moon. And it was now in agony.
Mona’s laughter became higher pitch and touch with a bit of madness. Her frantic tugs on the wall slowed as her strength diminished, but tickling never let up. The feather kept dancing one of her most forbidden places, wracking her very being with crazed laughter. Surely it was more than she could handle.
Soon, all oxygen and energy was tickled out of the professor. She descended into silent laughter, her lungs unable to get enough air to make any noise. Her body stopped fighting and just sagged, like a straw dummy. Only her hands, balled up into tiny fists, and her eyes, showed the torment her body was still receiving.
“What’s wrong, Dr. Robbins?” Jenna taunted, “Aren’t you enjoying this anymore?” She began spinning the feather inside Mona’s crack, turning the feather into a fluffy drill bit. She played with Mona until the redhead was on the very verge of passing out.
Mona hung their, gasping like someone very nearly drowned. Even as she recovered, her face was almost the same shade of red as her hair, and sweat still dripped from her naked body. Her prized auburn curls were a mess, flattened and plastered to her forehead. The once proud professor looked like something the cat had dragged for a few miles before dragging it in.
“Now,” Jenna asked, “Will you swallow the pill? Or do we do this some more.”
“What…what’s it…in it,” said Mona meekly, still gasping for air. Such had been her torment that she would have swallowed the then and there had Jenna merely reassured her it was not cyanide.
“No, no, no, you still don’t get it,” Jenna put a serious look on her face, “You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t get to choose your punishment. Accept it as a fate you deserve for your wicked ways or else.”
Dr. Robbins didn’t reply. She couldn’t bring herself to refuse, but how could she swallow something that might have been poison?
“Well now,” Jenna took Mona’s silence as a refusal, “Since you are being so unrepentant, little *****, why don’t we focus on the heart of the matter, the source of your immoral behavior.” Dropping the feather, Jenna ran her fingers through Mona’s dark red pubic hair.
Dr. Robbins body stiffened at the first touch. It tickled, but also sent off a wave of pleasure through her exhausted body. What did her tormentor have in store for her now?
“Maybe these curls are the problem,” Jenna hypothesized, “I’ll bet you’ve been a slut ever since you grew these during puberty. Maybe removing them will make you feel like less of a wanton woman, huh?”
“What…no, you can’t…shave me…” Mona said, the humiliating idea burning at her brain. She wouldn’t…couldn’t!
Jenna pulled out what looked like an electric razor. She held it up so Mona’s green eyes could lock onto it. Then, Jenna hit a little switch on the side, making the razor hum, and Mona’s eyes to grow as big as saucers.
“Oh, somebody’s mound is about to be as bald and round,” Jenna sang to a silly tune, “Hairless and red and quite juicy instead! Like an apple!” Then, slowly, she touched its buzzing surface to Mona’s pubic hair.
The razor wasn’t a twenty-first century one. It was the sonic razor that Jenna brought from home. The idea of using a sharp piece of metal to remove unwanted hair seemed as barbaric to her as using an axe to give yourself a haircut. Jenna’s razor used sound waves to shave the skin.
Jenna’s sonic razor mowed through Dr. Robbins thick, coppery curls as easily as a rock skimming across a pond. The vibrating razor tickled enormously. Mona laughed almost as hard as she had with the feather. On the plus side, however, there was no need for shaving cream, no chance for a cut or nick and even no razor burn. In just seconds, Mona’s mound was hairless, plump and as white as her bottom.
Mona looked down at herself and flushed in shame. How could this monster do that to her?! She looked like an eight year old girl!
Mona didn’t have time to reflect on her humiliation, because Jenna’s four fingers attacked her now bare mound. They started wiggling into the plump flesh, sliding over the delicate skin.
Dr. Robbins started laughing again, but this time, hysteria wasn’t all she felt. Jenna’s fingers had somehow gotten soapy, and they were slipping over Mona’s pubic are like she was still in the shower. Pleasure built up to, mixing with the light tickling sensation.
“You like this, don’t you,” Jenna teased, fingers gliding from Mona’s waist to the top of her vagina, “You want me to slip a finger inside you, don’t you, you dirty girl?” Jenna seemed to press just a bit harder, making the pleasure build, Mona’s desire increase.
Mona couldn’t deny it. She wanted to thrust out her hips, to catch Jenna’s hand between her legs, to feel a finger probe her! She nodded yes.
“You are such a naughty girl!” Jenna said, playfully. Slippery fingers still dancing over Mona’s smooth mound, “And naughty girls are still punished. But maybe they can be rewarded too.”
Jenna’s hand was now pressing into Mona’s vagina, her fingers grazing against Mona’s labia. The pleasure grew stronger, more intense. She had had no idea how horny the tickling and the shaving, the bondage and humiliation, had made her. But now Mona knew. Her blood boiled, and she had to have it!
Jenna’s fingers kept tormenting Mona’s femininity, now slipping between Mona’s lips, but for only a second, then they were gone. Mona moaned. She desperately wanted to grind against Jenna, to push herself into her tormentor’s hard flesh! But she couldn’t. All Mona could do was feel those fingers tantalize her, caress her.
Then a magic finger scraped against the redheads clitoris, making her head swim. Then a second touch, and another. Mona could feel her legs, turned to jell-o earlier by the tickling, tense, grow desperate to wrap around something.
Then a finger stayed on Mona’s love button, circling it. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed against her. Every nerve in Mona’s body was overstimulated and exhausted, but that feeling made her want to press them harder, to take that finger in even deeper!
Mona felt something small and hard push through her real lips and into her mouth. It sat on her tongue. At that instant, the finger on her clitoris stroked her harder, made white lights flash in front of Mona’s eyes. YES! Oh Gawd. Thought was vanishing from her head.
“Swallow now,” Jenna’a voice said, “Swallow now or it all ends.” The finger, that delicious, wonderful finger, began to pull away. No! Mona, desperate for the pleasure, swallowed hard. She didn’t care what or why anymore.
In the few seconds she had before the pill put her unconscious, Dr. Mona Robbins had the most delightful orgasm of her life.
**********************
How strange this time was, Jenna thought, as she sprayed the glue dissolving solvent over Dr. Robbins limp body, freeing it from the wall, then lying it on a couch. They had such bizzare concepts of right and wrong in this place.
Morality as they knew it here did not exist in Jenna’s time. It had died out during the Cybernetics Wars. Her supposed outrage at Mona’s infidelity had been an act. Words like ‘sinful’ and ‘slut’ didn’t even exist in Jenna’s time. They were as archaic to her as Shakespearian English would have been to Mona, Monica or Alice. Jenna had had to watch several hours of a show called Jerry Springer to get all the insults she had used.
In 2260, the idea of being mad at a lover for sleeping with somebody else was like being angry at a customer for having lunch at another restaurant. Lust was considered just a biological need, like hunger, and satisfied just the same way.
That was why Jenna hated her time, why she was here. Jenna came from a world that had decided passion was an evil thing, the cause of great destruction, and had turned their back on it. Her actions would be considered reprehensible in 2260, not because she violated Mona, Alice and Monica, but because she had shown fervor in doing so. Jenna wanted to control others, she needed to dominate them. That made her an outcast where she came from.
That was OK, Jenna thought. She was never going home. She had found an island in the currents of space and time where the authorities of 2260 would never find her. And here, Jenna would find everything her heart had always dreamed of.
Now she could be more than a hunter. Now, Jenna could be the one in charge. She could be Mistress.
End of The Hunter. Start of something new?
