"Oh," Carl sighed. "This feels...wow."<br/><br/>Carl was clearly pleasured, but the same could not be said for women below him. Even so, he shown no sign of favors, only pulling Alysia closer and faster, groaning every time his tip penetrated deep inside her. Every throb of his penis could be felt against her insides, and soon her entire throat felt warm as a stream poured into her. It was by the pleasure of the orgasm that he finally loosened his grip on their hair, although even then his fingers were so tied between follicles that it took some effort to break free. Carl was still spurting when he pulled free of Alysia's mouth, two jets of cum shooting onto her and Esther's bare breasts.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Alysia and Esther were alone; Carl had spent himself for the time being and retired to the bathroom, but neither of them were granted the opportunity to freshen up. On the contrary, he made sure to reconfigured their handcuffs, so that both girls were shackled together: Esther's left hand cuffed to Alysia's right, the right to her left, they had no choice but to face each other as Carl pushed them back onto the bed.<br/><br/>"Your side," Esther gasped as she was inadvertently smothered by Alysia's breasts. "Go on your side, please..."<br/><br/>The position was far from comfortable as they rolled over, but it was more tolerable for her friend. Even so, she could feel Esther's body pressed against her own, still warm and sweaty from the sex, her nipples stiff, her pubic hair bristling against her vaginal folds.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," she said after a period of silence. "I tried to...but his head had...a jammer, I think."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Technology DC 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">Alysia has heard of a device known as a psi-jammer. Developed during the Cold War by the West to counteract Soviet psionic agents, it was originally a foil-based helmet which blocked the human brain from psychic rays. The ones in the 60s and 70s were bulky and obvious, but in recent years neurosurgical implants had been developed. It would not be out of the question for RedShift or an Emerald City tech company to have such devices, although it's a rather expensive piece of equipment for what amounts to a mere security guard.</div></div><br/>The sound of a shower could be heard, causing Esther to grit her teeth. "That bastard. Once I get my hands on him..."<br/><br/>Alysia felt Esther tense up, squinting her eyes shut, making what sounded like a hum. The pair of handcuffs binding them vibrated a little, but otherwise nothing else happened.<br/><br/>"Mmmmm...ah! Ow, my head! I'm sorry, I...I can't do it! It hit me something fierce, but it's going to come back...soon, I hope."<br/><br/>The water eventually stopped running, and Carl emerged naked and visibly refreshed. The same could not be said for his captives.<br/><br/>"Oh my, you two are looking quite scrumptious," he said as he licked his lips. "Your bodies practically begging for a round two."<br/><br/>"You couldn't at least let us shower-mmmmf!" Esther asked as he turned them over again, causing Alysia's breasts to remuffle her.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you both," he intoned as he moved out of their field of vision to retrieve something. Esther managed to shake her head free of Alysia's cleavage for a gasp of air, only to squeal as a cold, plastic-feeling object passed between both of their slits.<br/><br/>"Ah, what are you doing?!"<br/><br/>"What do you think?" he answered. "I could switch back to the real thing-"<br/><br/>"No, don't!"<br/><br/>Alysia could hear a switch flick, and the object began to vibrate, stimulating both of their genitals at once. A dazed look slowly grew upon Esther's face, and began moaning despite herself.