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The Popular Vote

The livestream always happens on midnight of Saturday. There’s a hefty buy-in to be able to tune in but that never stops the audience from growing in number every stream. Every viewer has one ballot per round, each round is different. Cast your ballot before the vote ends and the majority option gets played out in real-time.

This Saturday night, I made the mistake of staying overtime at work, and I missed the last train home. Which meant walking alone on a dark path that, in the daylight, would be a breezy twenty minute stroll. But at night, it’s a different story. And clearly, since that dark trek put me in the perfect position to be taken away in a van by men who were interested in seeing me crying and screaming in pain and pleasure, at the whim of a merciless audience.

When I wake up, I’m naked and tied up, arms and legs spread out, suspended from the ceiling, with each foot on a small platform that offered enough support to take the strain off my arms and shoulders but not enough to offer any true leverage.

It takes me a few minutes to shake off the grogginess of whatever sedative they’d drugged me with, but when I do, I feel my blood run cold.

I’m surrounded by massive screens, several of which show live footage of my predicament from different angles. The screen that scares me the most is the one showing a live chat feed, with a constant barrage of messages coming in from viewers. The set-up is terrifyingly sophisticated and fear curdles my stomach in a way that makes tears well up in my eyes.

“Please! Please let me go!” I cry into the cold, unfeeling room of machinery and screens. My body struggles against the bindings but there’s no give. There’s no audible reply but I watch the chat light up with comments that make me shudder.

“I fucking love when the whores beg before we’ve even started.”

“She’s hot when she’s squirming, can’t wait to see how much she struggles tonight.”

“I wanna see her beg for mercy. Not that there will be any.”

I sob harder, tears making the chat box blurry in my vision. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out that there’s no one and nothing saving me from whatever is going to happen here.

Suddenly, a robotic voice fills the room. “Welcome to The Popular Vote. For those of you who are new to the show, please remember that each of you have a single vote to cast during every round. Vote in the allotted time and our team will implement the majority vote’s decision. Please enjoy the show.”

I gasp when the door to the room opens and four men walk in, dressed in identical black uniforms with masks covering their faces.

“Please! Please, let me go, this is a mistake!” My desperate voice fills the room but has no impact on the men, they didn’t even look in my direction, instead walking past me towards a storage cabinet behind me.

I watch through the camera’s footage as they open the cabinets and start to pull out item after item. Each one makes me more and more scared as they pull out various toys, vibrators, and other devices and machines I don’t even recognize.

There’s an electronic ding that fills the room and the same robotic voice is back. “Our first poll is beginning. Please vote now. Option 1 is subjecting our victim to clitoral stimulation by vibrator. Option 2 is vaginal penetrative stimulation by fucking machine.”

I cry out, “Wait, no, please! I don’t want this, please stop!” I watch in vain as the votes start to roll in on the screen, a feeling of helplessness overwhelming me as I watch two competing bars increase in percentage on the screen as viewers place their ballots.

There’s a robotic series of dings that sound, signaling the final few seconds of voting and through my panic, I see that the second option has pulled ahead of the first.

I choke out another sob as I watch the four men in the room start moving towards me. Two of them are rolling a machine over, a motorized piston with a massive dildo attached to the end of it. Clearly it’s meant for me.

“Please, please, no, I don’t want this, please stop!” I know it’s useless to beg but I can’t help it. My voice is shaky and thin with apprehension and I can tell it has no effect on any of the men. I glance to the chat box and the messages there make me feel even more helpless.

“That whore is going to love that machine, these little sluts always do.”

“I hope she squirts and cries when she realizes she likes this, stupid whore is going to get fucking ruined.”

In the few moments I spent reading comments, the men have rolled the fucking machine right under me and started to raise it to reach my core.

With my legs tied down and spread, there is nothing protecting me from the toy and it’s violation of me. I feel the tip of the fake cock brush my core and I thrash pointlessly, barely able to move to make a difference.

As the machine continues to rise, I feel my stomach clench when I realize that my pussy is wet. I gasp when I feel the tip of the dildo breach my core, the thickness of the toy filling me so well that I can’t help but groan. The machine continues, pushing the toy slowly and steadily filling my cunt. My back arches as I feel it rub against every part of my now-dripping cunt and I whine when it finally comes to a stop, fully seated inside of me.

I’m panting, the massive dildo splitting me open in a way that feels so fucking good. I clench around it and whimper when pleasure shoots up my spine. I glance at the livestream and see my own image, my eyes wild and body heaving from the pleasure of just having the toy inside of me. The chat box is flooded with comments about me, the way I look, the sounds I make, and the anticipation of what is to come.

Suddenly, one of the men in the room toggles a switch on the machine, and it begins.

My scream is drawn-out and wanton in response to the indescribable pleasure that floods my every sense. The men set the machine at a relentless pace, the huge cock driving into my cunt ruthlessly at a pace that is virtually inhuman.

I’m lost in the sensation of every single thrust sliding against my g-spot and slamming into my cervix, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I can feel my body trembling at the onslaught of raw, unadulterated pleasure and the sounds that the machine is pulling from my lips could make a pornstar blush. I can feel the creeping warmth of an orgasm fast approaching as the machine fucks me into submission.

Suddenly, an electronic ding sounds. The robotic voice comes on again, with an announcement that barely registers in my pleasure-scrambled brain. “Please vote to determine the next step. Option 1 subjects our victim to forced orgasms, option 2 is edging and orgasm denial, and option 3 is ruined orgasms.”

I whine and plead but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My eyes are too unfocused to see the progression of the vote, and of the options, I can’t even begin to fathom which would be the best. I hear the three dings that signal the vote has ended and I force my eyes to focus on the screen, my stomach clenching when I see the result: ruined orgasms.

The machine hasn’t relented on its motions, each thrust driving into my wet cunt in a way that is so perfectly and achingly torturous. My clit is throbbing and part of me wishes I could grind it against something, anything to give me a little more stimulation to push me over the edge. But there’s nothing beyond the machine forcing its cock deep inside of me, making me ride the wave of pleasure that pushes me towards to precipice of a massive orgasm. I feel my entire body tense in response to the impending onslaught of pleasure and my pussy clenches around the dildo splitting me open.

Two more hard thrusts pushes me over the edge and I let out a moaning scream as I feel the tension snap and my body clenches in burning pleasure. A seemingly endless wave of overwhelming and uncontrollable pleasure slams into me as my orgasm erupts. At that exact moment, the toy inside of me a delivers a horrible jolt of electricity, one that slams through my cunt and cruelly and abruptly yanks my body away from pleasure.

The pain takes my breath away but my body reacts more to my ruined orgasm than it does the shock. My moan turns into a wail as useless pleas pour out of my mouth, tears running down my cheeks as I feel the toy continue to fuck me through the disappointment of an orgasm it forced upon me. There’s a cruel emptiness inside of me despite the unrelenting fake cock that fills me with every thrust and a gut-wrenching, unfulfilling hunger that overtakes the pleasure that was horribly ripped away from me.

“Ah, fuck, please, please make it stop!” My voice is ragged and desperate as I plead for mercy from an uncaring audience. The men in the room are maintaining their cold indifference towards my suffering as the machine under their control continues to batter my body.

I feel my body shudder in overstimulation as the merciless machine pushes me closer to another orgasm. There’s no break or respite and my pleas fall onto deaf ears.

And as before, just as I feel my orgasm approaching, the feverish pleasure barely rises within me before it’s ripped away, ruined by the delivery of a shocking pain through my pussy that makes me scream in anguish.

The next time it happens, I hear myself wail out desperate cries and pleas that are met with silence. The time after that, my body jerks pitifully in the bindings as every muscle tenses in grief. The one following is the strongest one yet, the constant buildup and denial pushing my body to the brink of tortured pleasure. As the achingly sweet orgasm barrels through me, my pussy clenches down and gushes with my release. I can feel my own juices flowing down my legs, but my squirting orgasm isn’t any different than the previous cruelly ruined ones. The impeccably-timed electric shock yanks my body back from what would have been a mind-shattering, toe-curling sensation and leaves me feeling hollow and helpless.

After that, I stop keeping track of the ruined orgasms. My body should have been shuddering from the overstimulation of countless orgasms but instead, it aches with a voracious, unfulfillable ache that creates an unbearable cycle of horrible, desperate need barely satisfied with every orgasm until it’s torn away. The predictability of it does nothing to assuage the torment, it only makes it worse, to have every beautiful moment of pleasure marred by the inevitable loss that I can do nothing about.

An electronic ding breaks through the haze, another round. The machine beneath me pauses and I choke back a sob at the temporary relief, desperately try to focus on the words that are being announced.

“Our next round will be introducing pharmacological enhancements and orgasm denial. Please select to determine which of the following will be administered to our victim. Option 1 is administration of our proprietary aphrodisiac with no excess stimulation. Option 2 is administration of our proprietary numbing treatment with clitoral stimulation by vibrator.”

My mind wraps around the meaning behind the announcement and I feel myself tremble with desperation. I want nothing more than to cum, just to feel the full, body-shaking, mind-numbing torrent of pleasure that will flood me when a full, uninterrupted orgasm washes over me. But it’s clear that they have other plans.

I watch as the votes roll in, my heart pounding as the two options are very evenly matched in popularity. I brave a glance at the chat box and whimper when I see the comments.

“I fucking love driving a whore insane with denial. I wonder what kind of promises she’ll make to try and convince us to let her cum.”

“If she were mine, I’d never let her cum again. Sluts don’t deserve orgasms.”

Three dings break my concentration and I swing my gaze over to see the results. Option 2 has won out, but barely. I whimper softly as the four men immediately begin to set up. I watch as they wheel the fucking machine out from under me. A blush stains my cheeks when I see the dildo dripping in slick, evidence of my countless ruined orgasms.

I watch through heavy lidded eyes as one of the men reached for a small container. He deftly opens it and dips a gloved finger in, his finger coming out coated in a creamy ointment.

I watch as he comes towards me, his ointment-covered fingers coming to meet my clit in a soft motion that makes me cry out. He is thorough as he rubs the ointment onto my clit, his fingers gently moving against me, offering a delicious friction that pushes me closer towards another orgasm.

The curling warmth of an oncoming rush builds in my core but before I could fully embrace the pleasure, he pulls away and I choke out a whine. “No please, please I’m so close,” my voice is so broken to my own ears but not enough to sway the man.

They wheel out a different machine, this one shaped like a saddle, lined with ridges that line up perfectly to vibrate against and wreak havoc on my sensitive clit. It doesn’t take long for the men to position the machine underneath me. I feel the cold material of the machine against my burning hot pussy and without even thinking about it, I start to grind myself against it. A broken moan leaves my lips at the pleasure that fills me and I whine softly, trying harder to move myself to rub my throbbing clit against the machine that was very quickly starting to dampen from my dripping cunt.

I know without looking at my own image on the livestream that I made for a shameful display of wanton lust and desperation but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My hips move desperately, the bindings making it so that my movements were limited but not impossible. My eyes drift shut as I chase the pleasure, continuing to grind against the machine.

I can feel myself approaching my orgasm, a few more moments and I could almost taste the sweet pleasure. But something was wrong. Even as I rolled my hips against the machine, I could feel sensation fading in between my legs. My clit throbs and aches but the feeling of the ridges against me has become muted, and no matter how hard I grind myself against the machine, the result was the same and I’m faced with the reality that the orgasm I was chasing so closely is too far out of reach now.

I cry out, begging into the void, “Please, no, please! Make it come back, please! I need to cum, I need it!”

My begs are met with silence and I glance towards the chat box, hoping to see something, anything, that would bring me relief. But there’s nothing but cruel, taunting comments.

“Dumb fucking whore doesn’t even understand what’s happening to her stupid body.”

“They haven’t even turned on the machine yet and she’s crying. I love when sluts realize that there’s nothing they can do against the numbing cream.”

“Her clit is so fucking swollen, I hope she doesn’t get a good orgasm at all tonight.”

Suddenly, the machine beneath me roars to life. I gasp when I feel the vibrations course through my body, the harsh motion batters my clit, but instead of being overwhelmed with pleasure, all I can feel is a vague sensation. I sob when the real understanding of what is happening sinks in. The numbing cream they used on me has left me completely unable to feel the machine. I can feel my pussy clenching in need, dripping over the machine uselessly, unable to enjoy any of it. There are wordless whines and begs erupting from my lips as I chase an unreachable end. I beg because there’s nothing else I can do, and because I know that’s what the audience wants to see.

As my mind wraps around this knowledge, I feel broken. My pussy clenches at the understanding that I’m here purely for other people’s entertainment. My suffering is for their enjoyment, and every orgasm ruined, denied, or forced out of my helpless body is done so without any regard to me or my pleasure. I stare into the camera as the machine underneath me batters my clit in a way that should be making me scream. Despite that realization, or maybe because of that realization, my cunt is leaking and clenching and throbbing. My entire being has narrowed to my clit and my cunt, the ghost sensations of pleasure brushing against my psyche.

My mind is fracturing under the torment of nothing. It tries to rationalize, to make feeling where there is none, and if I really focus, I can fool myself into believing that my clit isn’t numb, isn’t blind to the torturous machine that should be pulling orgasm after orgasm out of me. I don’t know how long I’m suspended in nothingness, how long I’m held in this punishing situation of unreachable pleasure.

Three dings pull me out of my mindless misery. My eyes jump to the screen, seeing the chat light up with excited comments about what’s the come. The robotic voice fills the room.

“We reach the end of our night together and our final poll, please vote now. Option 1 allows our victim to be subjected to forced orgasms after we administer the antidote to the numbing cream in combination with targeted electrostimulation while option 2 involves continued denial with impact play and flogging.”

I can’t stop myself from screaming into the room. “Please! Please, fuck, please let me cum! Please!”

I writhe and renew my struggling, starting to futilely grind myself against the vibrator, hoping that the vote will go in my favor. My eyes glance towards to chat box, my heart pounding in anticipation as I read the flood of messages, hoping desperately for mercy.

“I don’t think this fucking whore deserves to cum tonight, I’d rather see her get her tits whipped.”

“I want to see her pass out from being forced to cum over and over again. Plus I wanna see her tight little body shake with electricity.”

My eyes flit to the results of the poll and my heart leaps when I realize option 1 is pulling ahead. Three dings confirm the results of the vote and immediately, I see one of the men approach me with the antidote.

I sob when his fingers brush this new ointment over my swollen clit and all I can do is babble out whines of gratitude. It doesn’t take long for the antidote to take effect as the vibration of the toy begins to wreck me.

There’s no slow, soft build of pleasure. There’s only pure, bone-shattering sensation that slams into me. It tears my breath away and my body erupts in orgasm. The countless denied and ruined orgasms from the beginning of the night seem to have compounded into one horrible explosion of pleasure that rips through me.

I have no sense of the world around me, my entire being has narrowed to the overwhelming wave of sensation. My cunt pulses, spraying my release over the machine that offers me no respite as it forces my body to unimaginable heights.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain along my side breaks into my haze. My eyes dart over and I see the four men crowded around me, each holding an electric wand that pulses a harsh zap through me at every touch.

“No! Please! Stop!” I scream, my voice pitching higher as the men start their torment. Quick jabs around the soft skin of my stomach, hips, thighs, and arms make me scream and thrash but none of that dulls any of the feeling from the vibrator between my legs.

The pain and pleasure rocks through my body and mind, both blending together in a cruel medley that draws wordless screams from my throat. Another orgasm slams through me right as I feel a terrible zap on my nipple. The scream that bursts out of me makes my own ears ache. My psyche is cracking under the onslaught of torment and there’s not a single part of my body that isn’t screaming in overstimulation. I’m nothing more than a collection of raw nerves and throbbing muscles.

The next zap hits the exposed part of my clit and my ears ring as my vision fades to black. That’s the last thing I remember from that night.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m home, in my own bed, my body achingly sore and exhausted. I glance to my bedside table and I see an envelope. In it is a USB and a note with a phone number.

“Enjoy the footage, we certainly did. Call us if you want a repeat.”

I crawl out of bed to grab my laptop and phone, and I save the number to my contacts.

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Author's Note: I think this is my longest story yet and hope y'all enjoy! Also, I like to imagine this happens in the same universe as Pay to Play, and I'm jealous because I want to live in that universe ;)

#nsft concept #overstim kink #cl1t torture #dark fantasy #mind break #rap3 fantasy #edging kink #kidnap fantasy

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Difficult Decisions

I find myself restrained to a gynecologist’s chair, my legs strapped into stirrups that leave me splayed open and helpless while my arms are held in place above my head.

I hear the door to the room open as he walks in with a devious smile on his face. “Hi there, pretty girl. You ready to have some fun?” He’s still fully clothed, looking like he stepped out from a boardroom meeting with his collared shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his slacks that fit him perfectly. I smile back at him, “Hi honey, what do you have planned this time?”

He grins and doesn’t answer as he approaches me, reaching out a hand to brush gently against my hair before dropping a soft kiss on my forehead, “We’re gonna play a little game today…”

I feel a shiver of excitement creep up my spine when I think about the last time we played a game. He pulls away from me and I watch him walk out of my field of vision, hearing him rustling around.

His voice reaches me from across the room, “Now I know you have a bad habit of being indecisive. And normally, I love that about you and I’m more than happy to make decisions for you. But today, you’re really going to practice your decision making skills. Because I’m going to be presenting you with a variety of different things to choose from. And if you don’t choose, I will, and I promise, it won’t be nearly as fun for you if I choose for you. And your first decision happens right now: blindfold or gag?”

My mind races to process everything he just said as I strain my neck to try to see him. “Wait, what? I don’t know!” My voice pitches with confusion as I watch him walk towards me.

“Tsk tsk tsk, come on, pretty girl. Pick one, either I blindfold you or I gag you. Which one? Choose before I choose for you,” he says, holding up my two options for me to see.

I feel my body react as I come to terms with what’s happening. He’s going to ruin me tonight but he’s going to make me choose how he does it. And every part of my body tightens with anticipation. I can feel my pussy throbbing and I know I’m already dripping wet.

“Blindfold,” I say, my voice shaking slightly. I see him smirk before he stalks towards me, bringing the soft cloth around my head to cover my eyes. I shudder slightly as my vision goes black.

He brings his mouth to my ear and murmurs softly, “Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard was it? Time for another decision, where do you want my mouth? On your hard achy nipples or your swollen little clit?” I whimper in response, feeling my body clench.

“On my clit please, daddy,” I whisper softly. I hear him chuckle before he presses his lips gently against mine and drops soft kisses down towards my drippy pussy. I feel his large, warm hands come up to rest against my thighs, and without any other warning, his licks a long stripe along my clit.

I let out a whimper as the feeling overwhelms me as he continues to focus his attention and tongue on my most sensitive part. My hips are arching desperately against him, trying to get closer to him but the restraints are too tight and offer no slack.

He pulls away for a brief moment to taunt me, “Aw pretty girl, does that feel good? You like having daddy’s tongue on your clit hm? Keep making pretty sounds for me, just like that.” His voice wrap around me and I moan in response, too turned on to formulate words to reply.

His mouth feels like magic against me as he sucks my clit with just the right amount of pressure before nipping me softly in a way that makes me whine from pained pleasure.

“Another decision for you, pretty girl. You want my fingers inside of your wet little pussy or that tight ass of yours?” He purrs deviously.

“I, ah, in my pussy, please!” I cry out without even really thinking, all I want is to feel him fill me up. My voice tapers off into a scream when he slams two fingers into my cunt without hesitation.

He curls them, finding my g-spot with heart-stopping accuracy that makes me arch my back and moan loudly. “Yeah, you like that don’t you, pretty girl? Come on, scream for me, that’s it, show me who owns this fucking cunt.” He matches the tempo of his thrusting fingers with his words as he forces my body into submission. I can feel the first inklings of an orgasm starting to form when he bends down to reclaim my clit in his mouth, drawing a high keening wail out of my mouth.

The feeling of his mouth on my clit and his fingers in my pussy are pulling desperate pants and moans out of my mouth as I feel myself chasing after an orgasm that’s fast approaching.

“Please, daddy, please, ah fuck, it feels so good, please can I cum?” I beg, my voice trembling with want and need.

His mouth leaves my clit to give me an answer that makes me want to cry. “Oh no, not yet, pretty girl. Cumming isn’t an option in your next choice. You’re just going to have to hold back that orgasm for me. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” His voice is tinged with mockery as he scissors his fingers in and out of me with blinding accuracy.

I can feel tears welling up in my eyes as I tense my body, trying to stave off the orgasm that’s building to almost unbearable heights. “Please, please, please, I can’t, I can’t, please daddy,” I babble between moans and whines.

“Pretty girl, I know you can. Be good for me, darling, I promise it’ll be worth it. Look at you, all mindless and desperate, so fucking perfect,” he presses his lips against mine as his fingers maintain their tempo on my pussy, his thumb replacing his tongue against my clit.

I can taste myself on him and I lose myself in the kiss, feeling my head spin from all of the different sensations he’s forcing me to endure. I feel the knot in my stomach tighten as I try my hardest to keep from cumming, trying so, so hard to be a good girl for him.

He breaks away from my lips and trails his mouth down my neck and collarbone, leaving soft kisses that are so gentle and so starkly contrasted with how brutal his fingers are pounding into my cunt. I can feel my body teetering on the brink, every cell in my body focusing on holding off my orgasm so I can be his good girl.

Just as I feel my control slipping, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and lands a single, harsh slap against me, striking my clit with a wretched accuracy that makes me scream and startles me away from the edge.

I hear him laugh and feel him pull away from my body. I’m panting and shaking as my body comes down from its high.

“Another choice for you to make, pretty girl. Do you want your pretty little clit pumped or clamped?”

I whimper softly and shake my head. “Wait, please, I can’t, it’ll be too much, please, daddy!”

“Pick now, or I pick and I promise I will make it so much worse,” he growls at me, wrapping a hand around my throat to drive home his point.

I gasp and whisper, “Pump, please.”

He laughs and tightens his hand around my neck, “See, was that so difficult?” His releases my neck and I feel his lips meet mine in a soft touch that is so different from his previous actions. When he pulls away, his voice is soft and caring, “You okay, honey? Do you remember our safe word?”

I nod and smile softly, “I’m okay, I promise I’ll use it if I need it.”

“Good,” his touch is gentle against my hair as I feel him drop another kiss on my head. His fingers trail down my body and brush gently against my clit, making me gasp and whine.

He lands another hard slap against my pussy that makes me shriek before he pulls away completely and I hear him rustling around across the room. I shift as best as I can in the chair, my mind racing, knowing that what comes next might break me.

I jump slightly when I feel his hand run up along my thigh before coming to stroke my clit softly. I moan in response and gasp when I feel the hard ridges of the pump nudge my clit. I’m so dripping wet that he doesn’t need any lube to seal the pump around my sensitive nub.

“I’m going to make you scream, pretty girl,” he coos at me before giving the pump its first squeeze. The tightness overwhelms me immediately, and I arch up uselessly, letting out a sharp moan.

He laughs and gives another pump of the device, the feeling of the suction making my clit burn with painful pleasure. “Look at that pink little clit, all pretty and sensitive, yeah? That drippy pussy is all mine, isn’t it? Mine to play with whenever I fucking want,” he hums at me as he pumps a third time.

I’m gasping and trembling now, my brain too scrambled to think properly as I let out desperate cries. Suddenly, a blinding stab of painful pleasure shoots through my body when he flicks the pump. I scream and I hear him laugh in response as he continues to flick the device, every touch against it amplifying harshly onto my aching, over-sensitized clit.

“Please, please, no, daddy, please stop, it’s too much!” My voice is shrill in my own ears as I writhe on the chair, trying futilely to protect myself from the onslaught of horrible pleasure and pain. “Don’t be silly, darling, you chose this, remember? You made this decision, now you have to suffer the consequences,” his voice is full of condescension as he gives another squeeze to the pump, making me let out a broken cry.

The pleasure makes me wail when he lands a particularly harsh flick to the pump and the dizzying pleasure makes my head spin. I can feel my wetness dripping out of my cunt as he keeps up with the slaps.

He wraps a free hand around my throat and slides two fingers into my pussy, curling them to rub perfectly against my g-spot. I let out a keening cry as the combination of the clit pump and his fingers makes stars appear in my vision. He doesn’t stop either, maintaining his fingers while flicking the pump every once in a while in an unpredictable pattern that makes me beg.

“Poor, pretty girl, is that too much for you to handle? We’re nowhere near done yet, but I have another choice for you. Do you want me to leave this pump on or take it off?”

I don’t hesitate with my answer, I want the pump off, the pained pleasure too much for me the handle. “Ah, please, please I want the pump off, please daddy!”

I hear him laugh darkly in my ear, “I forgot to mention, once the pump comes off, I’m replacing it with your favorite vibrator.”

I gasp, “Wait no, please no, that’s too much, please I can’t handle that, please daddy!”

He doesn’t give me any mercy. The release of the pump makes me sob brokenly as the flood of blood makes me shake as every sensation narrows into my clit. He doesn’t waste any time, slamming the bulb of the vibrator down against my bright red, swollen clit, ignoring my begging and pleading for him to stop.

“Right there, pretty girl. Fuck look at how red your pretty clitty is, all swollen and sensitive like that. I almost feel bad using this vibrator on you, but that’s what you chose, isn’t it?” I sob as I feel the relentless vibrations violate my most sensitive area.

I feel a horrible, overwhelming orgasm start to build, the feeling shooting through me with no mercy.

“Ah, please, daddy, I’m going to cum, please!” I’m delirious with pleasure and too far gone to have any hopes of controlling myself.

“Last choice for you, pretty girl. If you cum now, I’m going to leave this vibrator right here and let it destroy you. Or, I can stop now and I’ll fuck your cunt until you cum on my cock.”

“Please, no, daddy, no, I can’t, stop, please! Please, I want your cock!” I wail just as my orgasm erupts outside of my control, my pussy clenching as I squirt my release.

He laughs darkly, “Looks like your body made your decision for you. I guess you don’t want my cock today, hm?”

He grinds the bulb of the vibrator even harder against me, the feeling shooting through my orgasmic haze to rip a begging cry out of my mouth. The overstimulation is torturous on my swollen, sensitive clit and there’s nothing I can do to convince him to stop.

Tears have soaked through my blindfold and my voice is hoarse from the begging and screaming he’s forced from me. Another bone-shattering orgasm starts to build on the tail end of my first and I have no way to cope with it. I scream and I start to hear ringing in my own ears as he maintains the horrible vibrator on my clit.

Some incomprehensible amount of time later, I’ve cum so many times I’ve lost count and I can’t do anything but whimper softly as my body takes everything he forces onto me. My head is spacey and I don’t have a single ounce of energy left in my body when he finally pulls the vibrator away and takes my blindfold off. I stare up at him with dazed eyes and see him laugh at the fucked out look on my face.

He captures my lips in a rough kiss, and I see that he has one hand fisted around his hard cock. He hasn’t even bothered to take his clothes off, just unbuckled his pants enough to pull himself out. “I’m not done with you yet, just because I gave you choices to make doesn’t mean you have control. I’m going to fuck you until I’m satisfied and show you who you belong to, pretty girl,” he says, eyes meeting mine as he lines up his cock with my dripping cunt.

Without any other warning, he slams into me and I scream. He sets a ruthless pace and despite the countless orgasms he forced me through earlier, I can feel the pleasure beginning to build again. I’m helpless as he takes what he wants from me, his groans of pleasure filling my ears as my own whimpers start to raise in pitch as I feel myself getting pushed closer and closer to another orgasm.

His fingers find my clit and he expertly draws me to the edge as each thrust buries his cock against my cervix, making me lightheaded with pleasure. “Fuck, nothing like having your perfect cunt throbbing around my cock, you’re so fucking good, darling, just like that,” his voice is deep in my ear as I feel his hips start to lose their pattern and I know he’s close too.

I let out a guttural cry when he pinches my clit between his two fingers and buries himself inside of me, the combination of everything making me erupt one final time. My cunt spasms around his cock and I feel him shudder and explode deep inside of me with a groan. I tremble through my orgasm, feeling my pussy milk his cock as I come down from my high.

I watch through bleary eyes as he pulls his cock out, forcing a soft whimper out of me as he leaves me feeling empty. He reaches out a hand to cup my face. “You are perfect, pretty girl. How’d you like that, hm?” His voice is soft and gentle and I nuzzle my face into his hand before replying, “It was perfect, I loved it all.”

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