Give up the name and details.

Reeling from the effects of the ****, you dread what enduring any more would feel like. Your body is on fire with arousal, **** for more. The prospect of being tortured more for information terrifies you.

You tell him every detail, giving up the information in order to spare yourself from more torment, knowing full well that merely a few minutes of interrogation would be unendurable in your current state.

"I don't blame you, I know just how quickly that **** takes hold. When we were testing it on some of our previous captives, I had them literally crying with need after only fifteen minutes of edging them, something I am sure you would crave right now," he spoke gently, keeping his eyes fixed on you.

Your begin to writhe in the seat as the flames of arousal continue to lick at you, **** for more stimulation. The **** continues to course through you, increasing your arousal tenfold with no sign of stopping. You want to ask for anything to make it stop, or to know how long it would last, but before you can speak he suddenly presses his fingers back to your pussy. Delicately and with precision, he strokes your clitoris in a way that has you moaning deeply.

After a short time, thrusting your hips towards his exploring hand and ready to cry out in pleasure, you feel him stop just as you are right on the brink of climax. Even though it is a wonderful relief to finally feel him continuing to that point, it is still unbearably frustrating to have the moment of orgasm taken away at the last second.

"Oh no, not yet. Let's see how much you can take."

Just as you are about to ask him why, that you'd already given him the information he asked for, his fingers slide within you and work you intently to the brink. In a matter of seconds you are right there, at that beloved precipice, yet once again the moment is taken away. Before you can voice your disapproval, the fingers return again. Multiple times in a row he fingerfucks you to the edge of orgasm, and each time just as you are right there, his fingers pull out, leaving you dangling so cruelly on the edge. Each time you try to protest or beg for him to keep going, his fingers drive deep inside, taking your breath away and leaving you rendered speechless.

What makes it worse was that even after the 5th time having his fingers pull away, your pussy still felt as sensitive to the touch as the very first moment he parted your dripping wet petals. Once you can't take it any more, when your muscles almost start to hurt from pulling against the restraints, he finally addresses you while keeping his fingers buried inside.