Brina was reading Supersubizzy's latest story, about a woman being turned into a horse-human hybrid and fucked senselessly. It wasn't her best one, but it was hot enough to fuel her fantasies while masturbating. Izzy used to post one short story per week in a forum, and Brina loved them. The quality was very variable but they were short anyways. She often commented on them and would like to meet Izzy in person, as they had similar tastes regarding BDSM, but of course she was too shy to ask. Suddenly somebody knocked at the door of her bedroom.

-Come in.

-Hi, I'm back.- It was Shan, her roommate. She had visiting her mother for the last days.- Tomorrow I have to go to college, so I'll go to bed early today. Have you been ok?

-Yes, of course. Good night.- Shan was about to close the door when Brina stopped her.- Wait, do you happen to know a good fighter?

-Eh..., what?- Shan happened to know three very good fighters, but none of them wanted to show their skills in front of a policewoman.

Brina explained that she had suspicions about the identity and motivations of The artist. She thought that the serial killer would be interested in talking to her. As she had no proof she couldn't request police protection. If she was going to offer herself as bait, going to the places where the killer had already acted, she'd like to have somebody watching. Shan was reluctant, but couldn't let her roommate and friend take such risks alone.

-It's not your problem. I shouldn't have asked.

-Don't do anything stupid.- Shan joked, winking her eye.

After that Brina started to go to nightclubs and pubs. As she suspected that the killer knew her and would want to talk to her, she didn't dress sexy. Instead she looked more like a tax collector. That made her stand out even more among all those young girls with short skirt of halter tops. Which was perfectly fine because she wanted to be seen. As her only protection she carried a pepper spray and a small knife, but no police documents. Still some guys tried to flirt with her but she rejected them quickly. She was waiting for one exact person and nobody else.

She spent weeks trying, going to different places in different days, about thrice a week. In that time The artist killed two more women, one of them very close to where she had been. Her suspicions hadn't proven to be correct and she decided to try a couple more times and give up, chastising herself for the time and energy wasted.

At last one night something happened. She was in a public concert and lots of youngsters were drinking alcohol around her. She had merely a soda. Somebody stumbled and fell close to her, so she helped him up. When she drank again she started to feel dizzy and unexplicably horny. Remembering that she had lost sight of her glass for a moment she guessed that somebody had spiked her drink with the drug Ecs. It could mean that her suspicion was right, or could mean nothing at all, but in any case she was alone and weakened and so she tried to go to her car, to take refuge inside, and wait until the effect faded.

Suddenly a hand grabbed her arm. Brina looked at the woman and it was her, Silvie, her old friend. She should be scared and on guard, but the drug was provoking very different effects. Silvie led her away to the croud but not in the direction of her car, where she would be safer.

-Is rare to see you here. Is not your style. I think I saw you in a pub the last week. Was it you?- Silvie started. Brina would prefer to free her arm but she was too weak.

-It was me.- She mumbled.

-Oh, boy, you've drunk too much. Come, my car is close by.- Brina had no desire to get in Silvie's car.

-Not drunk. Somebody poured Ecs in my drink.- Brina managed to say with difficulty.

-Assholes. Come it's right here.- Silvie put Brina in the backseat and then sat at her side. Grabbing her hand, Silvie kissed it on her back.- I'm so glad to see you. It's been like..., twelve years? Here.- Silvie made Brina lay down, resting her head on her old friend's thigh.- Rest.

A couple of hours later the effect of the drug passed. Brina's brain regained her upper functions. Her crotch area felt quite damp and she wondered if there was a noticeable smell of arousal. All the time Silvie had been talking about her life and the things she had been doing all those years, to fill the silence. She clearly had been going to the gym but her hair was still in her typicial bob cut and she still used thick glasses. She mentioned a couple of times how much she had missed Brina and how glad was to see her again.

-Thank you for helping me. I should be going.

-No. I want your phone number.- Silvie used the bossy tone that Brina had loved so much long ago, but had come to hate after several abuses.- Please. Even if you are still angry. I just want to know about you.

Brina gave Silvie her phone number and left. A part of her had loved being led by her arm. Feeling cared. Being under the authority of a protecting figure. Her subby mind had loved that. Those feelings with that specific person had already brought her a lot of pain in the past and she was afraid of going back. Of falling into another trap. With all that confusion, and still slightly aroused because of the drugs aftereffects, she went to her car. All the time a shadowy figure had been watching the scene.

Later that night she was laying in her bed reflecting on the events. She had handcuffed her hands in front and tied her ankles together. The blindfold and gag were on, including her very damp, smelly panties in her mouth. Another rope linked her neck with the bed frame. She had masturbated already four times and still had energy for a fifth. Shan arrived home and entered in her bedroom uninvited.

-Oh my god! Smells like an orgy in here.- She joked. Brina replied something mumfled by her gagged outh. Shan entered in and undid the gag.- Are you okey?

-I'm in the middle of something.

-Okey...- Shan gagged Brina again and then laid on the bed to enjoy the show. There she waited ten minutes in silence.- If you don't finish your masturbation soon I will fall asleep here and will be embarrasing for both of us tomorrow.

Brina blushed in embarrasment but the temptation was too strong so she masturbated again. Silvie had been bossy in a gentlemanly way that night, and her subby mind loved that. Instead Shan was being bossy in a cheerful way, and Brina loved that too. The night have been full of erotic stimuli for her, and she'd need to reflect in calm.