Diana's Torment

Diana sat on the bed, her legs open, her clit achingly sensitive. Even the feeling of the air against it was noticeable, and the harsh binding of the rope drawn about it kept her constantly shifting, trying to find balance where none could exist. She could feel it pulsing in time with her heart, the surging of her blood bringing waves of erotic feeling. It was a feeling he had never before experienced, to be so totally exposed, beyond merely being naked. Her clitoris was visible to everyone, made large by the pump, and tied in place so it could not shrink back down easily or quickly. Everyone could see her in a way she had never even seen herself.

She felt humiliated, ashamed and aroused in equal measure.

Lisa seemed to sense or even share some of that feeling. Though, the two of them had shared a special bond since they were born, she'd never expected to see her older sister so cruelly exposed. It was even worse as she removed the next item from the bag, a thick handled toothbrush. Instantly, Diana's eyes were drawn to the bristles, thick and stiff. She imagined what they would feel like when placed directly against her exposed bud, and tried to shy away from it. Lisa caught her eyes, and gave her an apologetic look.

"Really sorry." She said. "But the chat sort of have us both by the pussy here."

As though to punctuate her words, the vibrator that she was **** to wear kicked into a higher gear, eliciting a soft moan of shock, and a small tensing of her legs. Lisa shivered, and tried to get her focus back, moving towards her older sister with obvious intent. Diana shook herself, and tried to get ahold of her rising feels of panic. She could do this, she knew she could. She had set it in motion, so she would have to go all the way through. If she didn't like it, she could change it later, but for now, it was the best she could to endure.

She flinched as she felt Lisa's shadow loom over her,the toothbrush in hand. She knew at that moment, that she had **** at all. The chat had taken control, and would do what they wanted with her. There was nothing she could do to object, or to fight back, she was simply trapped, trapped in the scenario that she herself had created.

Diana took a deep breath and gathered her courage.

"Do it." She whispered.

Lisa nodded, and bent down across her. A moment later, Diana felt the bristles press against her engorged clit. The smallest, gentlest touch sent waves of lightning running through her nerves, pain and pleasure mixing together. Her eyes shot open, widening in response to the stimulation. Her legs pulled taut, and her hands clenched behind her back. Lisa continued to stroke her with the brush, running it back and forth against her skin, the thick brush making her wince and writhe under its touch. Her arms pulled against the rope binding them, she twitched and jumped at each touch, and yelped when Lisa put on too much pressure. Each stroke of the brush made her whine and shiver. Every single touch was a challenge, making her body buck and writhe.

Diana endured as best she could, pressing her eyes closed did not help, for it only strengthened the feeling. She could not resist, and felt totally open, her legs spread, and her clit exposed to this torment. Lisa went as easy as she could, but she soon began to receive her own punishment. The chat kicked her vibrator up level after level, until she was half leaning, one hand on the bed, gasping for air as the thing buzzed loudly between her legs. Lisa's body trembled, but she could not climax. Diana remembered what the rulebook had put in place, the whole thing about twin baiting, not allowing them to climax until they had done as they were ordered. Lisa did her best to resist, but her lower self grew wetter and wetter, and her flushed face grew redder and redder.

And so, driven to near madness by her own mounting arousal, Lisa tortured her sister. She drove the brush in small circles, making Diana twist and kick. She gently brushed across and under the bud, catching her where she least expected it. She pressed harder, stealing Diana's breath away with each electrifying touch.

Diana was shaking her head, her hands twisted, her arms pulling at their bindings. Her pussy burned with pain and pleasure in equal measure, and she realised that her arousal was growing. She felt the climax coming long before it arrived, sweeping through her body, jumping from nerve to nerve like electricity. With each tug and push of the brush, it came closer, with each gentle or not so gentle torment, another barrier came crashing down.

Diana threw back her head, feeling her pussy aching and boiling as the climax reached her core. She braced, tensed for the feeling of release to sweep through her. It boiled up, rising through her being, through her body, tingling and dancing as it came, her mouth was pen, her eyes pressed closed as she lost herself in the feeling of the euphoria as it-

Stopped.

It stopped.

Her eyes snapped open, her release stolen from her. She could feel it squashed back and bottled down, waiting in the back of her mind and loins. She shot a look of confusion and betrayal towards Lisa, and then towards the chat.

The fuckers.

They hadn't let her climax!

She wanted to scream and rage. It was so unfair! Her body burned with desire! Need screamed through her! Her climax had been powerful enough to shake her muscles, to make her tremble! Now it had been stolen, and worse, the need was still there. She could feel it, that helpless, mad desire, trembling behind a barrier erected by the chat. She still wanted, needed to cum.

Lisa was in the same situation. Under her dress, the vibrator was now going full tilt. Her pussy was soaked, liquid leaking down her legs. Every second breath was punctuated by a soft moan or groan, and her movements were jerky, her breath hard and fast. Yet she could not climax. The chat would let never of them do it until they had their fun.

Hands shaking, Lisa put aside the brush, for a moment, Diana dared to think that it was over, but it was not of course. This was merely the next stage. Lisa reached for something else, a small clamp with a metal hook on the end. As Diana watched, she opened the clamp, and pressed it against Diana's engorged clit. A moment later, Diana felt the prongs close against it, gripping her tightly, and eliciting a long, low moan from the back of her throat. Diana felt so helpless in that moment, so totally and completely weak. The strength had been stolen from her limbs, and she felt totally exposed. Even more so as she felt the tiny prongs dig into her clit, drawing out more moans, more grunts, more writhing as she tried to deal with a new source of pain and pleasure.

Next, Lisa reached for the clamp, and clipped something to it that took Diana a moment to recognise. It was a weight! A small weight, the size of a marble, but as soon as it was in place, Diana felt it, dragging her bud down, so that each and every movement made her more aware of the friction as it gripped her. Again, she felt the climax building and building, again it soared outwards, sweeping in its magnificence and perfection, an ocean of pleasure waiting to swallow her up. She wanted to give herself up to it, to lose herself in it. But she couldn't. It was snatched away again before she got the chance. She wanted to scream, to deny it, to demand that the chat let her climax.

She didn't though, she looked to the chat, to the camera, and she could guess what they wanted. Diana took a deep breath, then a second, and then a third. She tried to find herself, to lock down her inner strength. Even breathing made her clit ache with desire, the weights dragging it down, reflecting each movement back on her. She gasped, and groaned, writhed and fought to have her climax. It was so close! So close she could just reach for it!

But it was just out of reach. Always just out of reach.

She steadied her feet, pushing herself forwards, groaning as the weight of gravity took hold of the thing clamped to her bud. She strained, feeling it digging into her clitoris, taking her breath away with cruel and pleasurable punishment. Her legs trembled. Her toes curled.

Stand! She had to stand up! She had to find the strength!

She took another heaving breath, uncaring now of how it showed off her breasts. She managed to get to her feet properly, though she felt as though she may fall over at any minute. Her heart pounded, her blood raced, her skin burned with desire.

Diana looked towards the camera, towards the people watching, the ones who had done this to her and the ones who had the key to her release. She knew what they wanted, her memories told her as much. She took a deep breath, pushed down her pride, and begged.

"Please..." She moaned. "P-please let me cum...I feel so hot, and it's just beyond my reach...I-I'm sorry that I lost the game and I-ah!- I accept my punishment, please show mercy and let me cum."