A Night To Remember (Overstimulation, Bondage, Short)

She couldn't take much more. Well, that was what she'd thought an hour ago. Two hours ago. Three hours ago.

By now, she was beyond screaming. she was whimpering. The gag in her mouth tasted of leather. Her body was on fire. Nerves screamed and crackled with sensation, thundering and pounding in a dance of ecstasy.

Her chest rose and fell as she heaved for air. Her nipples were hard, the man's fingers tweaked and rubbed them. Slowly, sensually. Building her up and up and up until she would have begged.

She wanted to beg.

She wanted to beg so much. Tears streamed down her face. Her body was a single, echoing throb of feeling. Pleasure, pain, simple exhaustion. All mixed together and flowing through her. Her mind drifted, she didn't know where she was or how long it had been.

But she knew the pleasure. Unrelenting. Not stopping. Not slowing. The vibrator pressed against her sensitive clitoris was a sea of sensation that seared through her mind. Her legs felt like jelly. There was nothing she could do but try to endure.

Yet how could one person endure this? It was beyond anyone! Her hands clenched, nails dug into her palms. The rough rope bit into her wrists. The softness of the bed felt more like a prison now. Her legs **** apart by the spreader bar.

He was lying beside her. On his side. Casual as could be. His hands drifted, stroking her naked, trembling body. Enjoying her moans. Her whimpers. His fingers were soaked with her arousal. His mouth pressed into her neck. kisses trailed across her throat and down her sides.

She moaned in desperation. In utter, frenzied surrender. It was too much! It was just too much! She'd told him she didn't want him to stop, but not like this! She bucked and spasmed. Another orgasm rippled through her until she wanted to scream into the gag!

Her world had been reduced to a tight little ball of heat and pleasure. Her pussy screamed, aching to be filled even as her clit blazed with the pounding beat of the toy. Even as spears of pleasure and lust and agonised ecstasy stabbed through her like never before.

Was it pain? Was it pleasure? She didn't know anymore. All she knew was orgasm after orgasm. Climax after climax. Each time she thought for sure that the human body couldn't go any further, couldn't take any more, he proved her wrong.

His fingers dipped and traced and caressed. They explored her, lazily stroking the outline of a trembling nipple or sweeping up the pale, smooth skin of her thigh. He explored her pussy, roving back and forth along her soaking labia. Until at last, she just wanted him to stop playing.

Fuck me! She wanted to scream. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME! But she was gagged. The only sound she could make was the whimpering gasps as he turned her into his own personal toy.

She wanted him so much. Even as the pleasure mounted and built on itself and compounded. Even as her world was shaken to bits. She wanted his cock. She wanted his body pressed against her own.

More than anything else, she just wanted the machine to stop! Her clit was pounding. It was tight and hot, waves of pleasure danced and rippled through her most sensitive area. She bucked and whimpered. Her eyes rolled. It had gone beyond pleasure now. Gone beyond any feeling she'd ever experienced.

It was as if her whole world had narrowed to just her pussy. To the intense, stabbing drum-beat of the toy against her clit. To the lazy, more low-key feeling of his fingers as they dipped into her soaking folds.

Her whole body shook as she came again.

And this, she knew, was only the start of her night.