Heather breaks you.

After what feels like hours but in reality wasn't more than maybe thirty minutes, Heather ups the ante.

"Hey, Slut. I'm impressed you've lasted this long." She moves to you and leans down to kiss your forehead. "You're fun." She lowers herself beside you and runs her fingers down your body. Your skin is so hot from the flogging that her fingers actually feel soothingly cool to the touch.

"It's time to end our game, however." Her hand slips between your legs and suddenly the vibrator taped to your clit goes into overdrive. It's probably not enough that it could make you come all on its own, but you're quite worked up, and it's certainly stronger. If it had been on this setting the entire time, you'd be a real mess by now.

She smiles. "And did I mention that if you come during the game, you lose? No? Well, you do. And now that you're all warmed up, we can start counting strokes."

That bitch! She'd been going easy on you! This wasn't even the deal! Your angry protests come out as a throaty moan thanks to the thing on your tongue, and Heather actually laughs at you.

"Oh, poor thing. Let's begin. Mark will count."

She draws back the flogger and this time when it touches you it feels like being pierced with a hot needle. Trying to flinch away from the attack reminds you how totally helpless you are, immobilized in the middle of the room. The loud crack of the tails across your skin is sharper, more whip-like. Your cry of surprise comes out a whorish moan. You know that should have hurt like hell, but your body can't seem to make the distinction between pain and pleasure any longer. Your pussy clenches, and you're once again **** to feel the huge plug in your ass, filing you in a way that leaves you confused and aroused.

"One." Mark says from the couch, grinning and touching himself through his pants.

Crack! The tails find you again.

"Two."

Crack! It burns!

"Three."

Crack! Oh god, it huts, but why does it feel so good?

"Four."

You shut your eyes and clench your fists. Heather isn't trying to peat you into submission, she's trying to **** you to come. That crafty bitch, she wins either way! As she continues her ****, you lose track of the counting. You turn inward and focus on your breathing. Every time she strikes you, your body flinches and you feel a wave of pleasure from the plug and the vibrator. You just need to control your response and you can't lose... but every time you feel the flogger's bite, you drift a little closer to the promise of release.

Crack! This time the flogger caught you directly between the legs. She hadn't warmed that area up at all, and it stings like a bitch. Your scream is twisted into a high whine by the tongue-trap thing, and you look at Heather accusingly. That really hurt! Your mental sanctuary is ruined as everything your body is feeling springs back to full strength in your awareness.

"Fifteen." Mark counts, amused.

"Eyes up, Slut." Heather teases. "Don't go anywhere, now. That's not fun for me."

Crack! Fuck, that was a good one.

"Sixteen."

The vibrator is driving you absolutely crazy.

Crack! The buttplug is starting to feel really good, too.

"Seventeen."

Heather narrows in on your aching tits, somehow managing to spread the impact over both of them each time. It feels amazing.

Crack! If you come, you lose.

"Eighteen."

Crack! Shit, what was the sign again to surrender?

"Nineteen."

You're getting really ****, writhing uselessly in your restraints. You've never been so hot and horny, so **** to come or **** not to. You're just a hot bundle of barely-contained pleasure.

Crack! You're going to come.

"Twenty."

No, no, no, no, no! You can't take another one. You can't. You're about to explode.

Heather draws her arm back to deliver the final stroke that will send you over the edge. You squirm uncontrollably, wanting it so badly, but desperately hoping to stop her at the same time.