Page 12 of Fear and Desire

“Please!” she pleaded, “please stop it! I can’t take it anymore! Just for a minute, please! Oh, god!”

She shrieked as she hurtled up and over the edge of the cliff again. The machine was an indifferent beast, rubbing and pumping and twisting, and never pausing to let her catch her breath.

The people, the place, and time itself all ceased to exist as the torment continued. Her body could not stop heaving and struggling, and her cries morphed into sobs as she endured another orgasm, and another. By the time the machine finally stopped, she’d lost track of the count. She slumped forward as much as her shackled arms would allow, unable to raise her head, her mouth dry, and her throat sore.

She was vaguely aware of Master 2 at her side, wiping her face with a cool cloth and offering her a drink of water. She gulped it down. After a few minutes, she sat up, her eyes still downcast, refusing to look up at anyone or anything. She was utterly spent, and utterly defeated.

“Please let me down, Master,” she whispered.

“We’re not done yet.”

“No!” she sobbed, “I can’t do any more! Please, please, I’ll do whatever you want, just please let me down.”

“Shhh…” he brushed her cheek with his hand. “No more orgasms.”

“Oh, god, thank you!” She was absurdly grateful.

“Let’s get to the next part.”

She followed him with wide eyes as he moved to the control box. The unwanted buzzing and vibrating started up again.

“Master!” she screamed. “Master! You said no more!” She struggled wildly, pulling at the cuffs that secured her wrists and her ankles. Soon she was once more beyond words as the tide rose and she catapulted towards the edge—

And the machine stopped. She panted furiously as her eyes sought his, not understanding.

“I promised no more orgasms.” He smiled.

“No, please, don’t do that either, Master! Please!”

The vibrations restarted, silencing her pleas as she became a creature of sensation again. She groaned and panted and let out guttural cries and felt the tidal wave approach—

And the machine stopped.

“Noooo!” She writhed furiously on the twin dildos, trying to rub her clit on the silent, still pad. Where once before she would have promised anything to stop the orgasms, now she promised anything to be allowed to have them. But it seemed he had no intention of doing that. The need backed off, her panting slowed, and then the machine started up once more. Again and again she came to the edge, but the machine denied her relief again and again. She screamed and struggled. Then she stayed silent so he would miss the signs of an impending orgasm. He didn’t. Every orgasm was thwarted over and over.

Finally, the machine went quiet.

“Master, please…” the words trailed off. She was too tired and weak to fight.

“Do you want to have an orgasm?”

She looked up in fear. She didn’t trust him.

“Just one orgasm?”

She nodded, hesitant.

“Then I need something from you. Give me the best blowjob you can give. I won’t do anything harsh to you, I promise. I just want a regular blowjob, and after I’ve come in your mouth, and you swallow it all, you’ll lay back on the floor and spread your legs for me, and I’ll let you come. Deal?”

Don’t give in just for a stupid orgasm!a tiny part of her brain pleaded. She shoved the protest into a corner and locked it down tight.

“Yes, Master, I’ll do it.” Her words oozed desperation. As he released her restraints and picked her up and off the dildos, all she could think about was what he’d promised. Even as he placed her feet on the floor and her knees gave way so that she sank down before him, her mind focused only on the reward that lay ahead if she obeyed.

He opened his pants and pulled out his cock. The thick bronze organ glistened in the lights, the veins bulged, and a drop of pre-cum dangled from its tip. Her gaze fastened upon it, and it became the only thing that mattered to her lust-filled mind. She leaned forward to lick the shiny drop hanging from the edge, and was rewarded with a sigh. Her eyes flicked upwards as she took another lick. He was smiling down at her, a sight that both reassured and confused her, so she dropped her eyes and continued to take little licks that grew into larger licks as her tongue began sweeping the length. She moved her mouth to his sack, opening up to embrace one testicle, sucking and tugging on it gently, and he let out another deep groan. Her hands reached up and stroked his cock while she continued her attention on the other side of his balls. Now her mouth moved back to his cock, impossibly bigger than a moment before. She placed one hand at the base as she finally opened her mouth all the way and sank down on it until she reached her hand. She’d never been able to deep-throat, so she always placed her hand at the base to prevent any over-zealous lover from pushing her head down too far as he reached his climax, forgetting his promise to be careful.

But Master 2 was as good as his word. He let her lick and suck, and his only contributions were the groans that spurred her on. It wasn’t as unpleasant as she’d feared. He put his hands on her head and she stiffened, but he shushed her and made no move to take control; he merely rested his hands there, and the gentle physical connection brought strange and conflicting emotions that she would examine later.

There was no sound for several minutes, save the slurping of her wet mouth and his groans. She made a little humming noise in the back of her throat, and the vibration was enough to push him over the edge. With a shout, he lifted his hands into fists and stiffened as her mouth filled with a warm sticky cum that threatened to gag her. She gulped it down and kept her stomach from heaving it back up. As he softened, he pulled out with a final gasp, and she let go.

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