Give up the name and details.

As you focus on the woman receiving exactly what you need, seeing so many people now standing around her, ready to take turns feasting on her pussy, you break down. You state all the details of your employer. Even though the woman is clearly suffering from the constant orgasms, starting to plead with them that she is too sensitive while they continue to take turns sucking her clitoris, you still want nothing more than to be in her position. Anything would be better than this frustration you are feeling.

"I don't blame you, I know just how quickly that **** takes hold. I bet you envy that woman, feeling so much pleasure right now. When we were testing the **** 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.

His fingers begin trailing up and down your body while you 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 finally 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 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.

"Let's see how much you enjoy this by the end. I can read every sensation in your body. Not only does this allow me the ability to know just when you're telling the truth or not, I'm also able to access every sexual sign within, that's exactly how I know when you're about to come. I can also **** you in other ways of course." At that, his fingers slip within you, bringing your right to the edge once again and keeping you there, riding it until you are screaming with need.

Telling him that you told the truth, all he does is laugh before replying, his fingers halting and remaining still while your pussy twitches around them.

"Oh I know you told the truth. However, nobody is coming to save you, and there isn't a thing you can do or say to escape. I enjoy nothing more than torturing my victims with pleasure. You will want for nothing while here in this facility. Every day you will be fed and bathed and tended to in the finest of accommodations, though we will ensure that you are unable to masturbate of course. I can spend as many weeks and months with you as I wish," as he spoke, his fingers began working within you once again, setting every nerve alight.

"I'll make you suffer far more than the women on screen."

When you reach the edge, he doesn't stop. Your orgasm tears through you, making you scream out with shock having not expected him to let you come. However, the moment your climax takes hold, he stops, tearing his fingers from you to leave the orgasm to peter out cruelly. With the lack of stimulation and with nothing for your pussy to clench around, you thrash around in pure frustration. Your orgasm snatched away, you cry out for more, wanting desperately to feel the fulfillment that had been stolen from you. Again his fingers slip inside, working you to the brink, the **** coursing through your body causing you to feel as sensitive as before you had come. Just as you cry out in climax, he again ruins the orgasm to leave you to squeal in the agony of it being ruined.

As much as you beg and plead, he continues this pattern of forcing you to orgasm and then ruining it just as it takes hold. The combination of this and the **** you had been administered is a **** unlike anything you could have imagined. You had thought that giving up the information would spare you from such cruelty, yet instead you are having to endure a a torment which no other person has ever had to suffer through. You wouldn't have been able to count the amount of times even if you were trying to, yet whether it was the 1st ruined orgasm or the 20th, each one felt as horrifyingly intense as the last. Your pussy continues to drip and convulse with arousal as if it hadn't been touched, and with Telepath C23P's ability to know precisely the moment you come, there is no chance of tricking him that you haven't been pushed over the edge.

Hours go by with no respite. You begin giving up information you hadn't been asked for. You begin offering things you could never truly give. You begin crying for mercy, for anything else. Nothing at all will make it stop. It doesn't take long before you dread the orgasm to come; while at first you welcomed that brief moment of pleasure, as time went by, you associated that brief second of respite with the excruciating convulsions of the ruined pleasure that followed. Even begging him to simply edge and deny you does nothing to stop him.

Whether it was for giving up the information so soon, or whether it was for his own sick amusement, it didn't matter; mercy was not coming your way. Telepath C23P smiled at every **** plea, every trembling declaration and every tear stained promise.

Even when you would pass out from the **** sexual torment, the cruelty will not end. When you come to, the stimulation would never cease. Due to the aphrodisiac concoction coursing through you, their terrifying yet effective wonder-****, you would always feel as shockingly sensitive and receptive. Experiencing the constant build up and eruption of orgasm without the relief of riding it out, causing a never-ending cycle of arousal, you would be the perfect toy for his amusement.

Hours turned to days, only when you were fed or bathed or slept did you receive any rest from the incessant ruined orgasms, though the havoc they caused to your body did not relent. Your body remained racked with need, your pussy seeming to never stop convulsing on its own as if hoping that it might cause for the sensations of orgasm that were never granted. Every day you were brought back to the room, ready to begin the **** anew, he would be grinning in joy as you begged and pleaded with every ounce of your being for mercy, to at least be granted one full orgasm. It would never work. The only change that would come would be from whether he decided to use his fingers, his tongue, his cock or toys to torment you with.

You had sought to find a story, to expose this organisation; instead you had found your own hell, and you were here to stay.

The End.