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 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 
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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

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