Message-ID: <14633eli$9808222250@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: The Bear Subject: Story Repost: Better Loving through Chemistry (2/6) (ff bd con) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-URL: news:alt.sex.stories.moderated?ALL Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6rjtkq$h51$1@oak.prod.itd.earthlink.net> Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any other characters, locations, and or situations, real or fictional, is pure co- incidence. The following work is for adults only. It contains graphic language, and depicts nudity and sexual situations and activities. If you are below the legal age for viewing adult material in your area, stop reading now. If you are legally forbidden from viewing adult material, stop reading now. If you object to this type of literature, and/or are easily offended by such material, stop reading now. If you fall into any of the above categories, and choose to ignore these warnings, you are about average. Better Loving through Chemistry Chapt 2: "You want to what?", Jenny asked in disbelief. "Secure you, then try the pheromone spray on you again.", Carol replied in an ever-so-reasonable tone. "You'll be perfectly safe. It's a controlled experiment." "And these are the 'Controls'?", Jenny asked, holding out a set of leather and chain restraints. "You must be out of your mind." "Those are for your safety, in case you go out of yours. We don't know how you will react. The effect might be milder, with no boys around, and no alcohol, but it might be more severe. You don't want to end up in another gang-bang, do you?" "I don't want to do this at all!", Jenny said firmly. "What do you say to this. I'll chain you to the bed, dose you with the spray, and you can go crazy with frustration instead of me?" "No thanks. I've been there.", Carol said briefly. "Look, you don't even know what we have to measure, to make the experiment meaningful. I have to be on the outside, and you are the only other person who even knows about this stuff. It has to be you." * * * * * "I still don't believe I let you talk me into this. Again.", complained Jenny as Carol tightened the cuffs around her wrists. "Where did you get these things, anyway?" "There's an adult shop off of Grand Ave. You should have seen the looks I got when I bought them.", Carol mused as she adjusted the tension on Jenny's ankles. "The guy behind the counter asked me if I wanted help 'trying them out'." The guy had had a beer gut, pimples, bad breath, and body odor. He probably needed to have a girl chained up, or he would never get any at all. "You're sure I'm not going to end up in an orgy this time?", Jenny asked nervously. Her last experience with the spray had ended up with her, horny beyond anything she had ever known, fucking several Frat' members she had never even met before. "Trust me.", assured Carol. "There's nobody here but me. Now, get ready." Softly she puffed two light sprays onto Jenny's semi-nude body, watching the odorless fluid soak in through her skin. Jenny thought about her last experience as she waited for the spray to take effect. For the first time in her life, boys had paid attention to her. She, in turn, had felt new passions inside her. She had ended up going upstairs with one of the boys, and didn't get out until the following morning. She had had to search for her clothes. The only reason that she had been able to show her face on campus afterwards was that nobody recognized her. She was just conservative little Jenny, and the guys were looking (really looking) for the "Hot Babe" that had gone to the party with Carol. She began to feel hot, in spite of the fact that she was wearing only her bikini panties. The flush passed, to be followed by a sudden chill. Perhaps it was the chill air, but... "Hmmm", Carol purred in satisfaction. "Nipples grew hard in less than a minute. 53 seconds, to be exact." She read the thermometers, checked the pulse meter, and made notes of everything on a legal pad. "It's weird", Jenny said. "My pussy is tingling, and I feel a hollow sensation in my stomach. Almost like I'm hungry." "Get used to it. It's going to be a long night", Carol warned her. "What do you mean, 'long night'?", Jenny demanded. "I'm not spending all night in chains." "That depends on your reaction. It might take all night for it to wear off." Jenny didn't like the sound of that at all, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She liked what followed even less. Carol slid her hand down into the cleft between Jenny's thighs and pressed her fingers against the bound girl's pussy lips. Ignoring the offended cry this caused, she made more notes on her pad: "Vaginal lips swollen after one minute. No moisture yet." Jenny knew better. Her pussy was hot and lubricating, and the quick grope by her roommate had made it hotter. She was still in control, but her passions were definitely rising. Carol softly tweaked the cherry-red nipples in front of her, judging their firmness. Jenny bit her lip, trying to ignore the sensations rising inside her. After a few minutes, Carol again probed Jenny's cleft, and frowned. "You aren't moist yet. I wonder why?" Slowly she rubbed her fingertips in a small circle, pressing inward slightly. She felt her shy friend's swollen pussy lips roll against each other juicily. "Ah, you were lubricating, you just didn't leak.", she commented with satisfaction. Jenny was not satisfied at all. She was struggling for control, and losing. "Please don't do that.", she groaned. "I could handle this, if you'd stop handling me." She didn't say it, but the bondage was having an effect on her as well. "Ok, I won't handle you.", Carol said with an evil grin. Slowly she bent over, and began licking Jenny's taut nipples. She needed Jenny to get horny for her experiment, she told herself. Besides, the petite blond looked so cute, dressed only in her panties and an expression of lust. "Owwhhhhh", Jenny moaned openly, trying to work her thighs against each other. She needed relief already, but her bondage allowed her none. She was spread- eagled on her back, dressed in only her bikini panties, and wasn't going anywhere until Carol released her. "I wonder if you need to cum before it can wear off?", Carol mused. "We'll know in a few hours." A few hours? Jenny felt like she would lose her mind long before that. She needed to touch herself, and she needed it now. In her lust fogged mind, she saw her roommate in a different light. Carol had the type of long, slender body that drew the boy's eyes, with square shoulders that were perfect for supporting her large, firm tits. Carol was an amazon dream girl. Jenny began to see herself as the amazon's slave. "Touch me, please", she begged. "Rub me, just a little. I'll do what you want. I'll be good, I promise. Just touch me." Carol smiled at the smaller girl. She did look good in chains, so alluring. And if her spray could turn the wallflower, Jennifer, into a nympho, it could do it to anybody. Slowly, she reached down, stroking a fingertip against the taut, moist panties that were stretched over the smaller girl's hot mound. Jenny lot out a moan and levered her hips into the air, driving her pelvis against Carol's teasing finger. Carol withdrew, then began to trace her fingers over the smaller girl's love box. Jenny responded by arching her back even more, pursuing the retreating hand as far as she could. She was left with her ass in the air, her bubbling honey pot a cauldron of desire. "Don't tease. Please don't tease...", came the whimper from the horny girl. Carol took pity. Jenny was, after all her friend. "Look,", she began. "I'm sorry to put you through this. Just remember that it's for science." As she spoke, Carol rested her hands on Jenny's heaving tits, massaging them gently. She kissed her roommate softly, and began to work her tongue down the helpless girl's body. Licking around one pebble hard nipple, then the other, she felt them quiver. Jenny would cum at the slightest excuse, now, and Carol knew it. She began to undo her own top, so Jenny could suck her nipples, then caught herself. What was she doing? She had never had a lesbian urge in her life, but had been slipping into the role without thought. "The pheromones must affect women as well, though to a lesser extent.", she muttered as she made notes. "Perhaps it's an associative response." Still, it was hard to remain detached. Her best friend was a moaning, squirming mass of hormones, and Carol didn't dare give her any relief. Screwing up the experiment would mean that it would have to be done again, and that would be no kindness. To quell her own passions, Carol fetched her private toy, a long black vibrator. Switching it on low, she pulled aside the crotch of her own panties, and began to work it in and out of her love canal. She made a show of her pleasure, working the knob at the base against her clit until she felt herself beginning to cum. Jenny was going mad. To be tied, with her legs spread and her own pussy open and empty, while Carol enjoyed herself only a few feet away, was too much. She began to cry, tears of frustration rolling down her face. She began to struggle in earnest once again, yanking so violently against her bonds that Carol was afraid she would hurt herself. "Perhaps, a distraction", she thought. Going to the desk, she picked up a feather. It had been a gift, as an old fashioned quill pen. "Are you ticklish?", she asked innocently. "Oh gawd, no.", wailed Jenny as she saw the tip descending towards her defenseless midsection. Her body bucked and twisted with renewed energy, her moans of passion mixing with wails of wild laughter as she was mercilessly tickled. Carol worked the feather up under Jenny's outstretched arms, working her ribs and underarms. She was careful to let Jenny breath. Tickle for a ten- count, followed by a two second break. Then repeat. And repeat. The pillow was getting soaked, as tears rolled from Jenny's laughter- squinted eyes. Carol moved down Jenny's body, running the feather up the inside of the girl's thighs, and inserting under her twitching knees. Jenny screamed with laughter, bouncing herself on the bed in a mad spasm of mirth. Taking a quick glance at the meters, Carol found a shock. Jenny had been cumming, over and over, for the past several minutes. The tickling had sent her over the edge. "Well, I might as well let you enjoy yourself.", she said in resignation. After cleaning the vibrator, she slipped it inside the petite blond's pussy, pulling her panties aside to get access. Turning it on, she worked it in and out of the girl's captive cunt, climaxing her over and over, until she collapsed into exhausted slumber. As Carol cleaned up, she reviewed her notes. If the subject could achieve orgasm at the touch of a feather, there was no way to test whether orgasm was necessary for the spray to wear off. Looking at her sleeping friend, she muttered, "We'll do better next time." * * * * * In the morning, Jenny was furious. "How could you do that to me?", she demanded. "I trusted you, and you, you you...", she ended in stammering fury, unable to find words to express her rage. "Look, I'm sorry.", Carol began. "I didn't know the effect would be that strong." "It's not the spray. I could handle that, if you didn't play with my tits and stuff." Jenny turned to glare at the taller girl. "I'm mad because you tied me up, and tortured me when I couldn't defend myself." "Tortured?", Carol asked? "Tortured!", Jenny claimed firmly. "Don't try to tell me that tickling me when I was tied up was part of the experiment. How could you do that to me?" Carol was silent, and her remorse was evident. Jenny was absolutely right. She had betrayed a trust, and abused her friend. Quietly, she apologized. "You're right. I didn't think, and I hurt you. I can't blame you for hating me." Jenny softened a bit at Carol's sincerity. "I don't hate you. But I am not volunteering for anything else. If I ever use that stuff again, I'll apply it myself, and I'll choose the dosage." "Ok. I wish there was some way I could make it up to you.", Carol said, regret in her voice. She hardly recognized her friend as an expression of evil glee came over her features. "I can think of one way", said Jenny in a coaxing voice, as she gestured at the chains that still adorned the bed. "Turn about is fair play, and all that." "You want me to let you...?", Carol asked incredulously? Jenny smiled as she nodded. Carol groaned. It was going to be a long day... End of Chapter 2 Replies Welcome The Bear thkbear@earthlink.net -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----