Lie and make up the details.

You lie to him in a **** bid to receive some relief from the cruelty. Telling him a made up employer name, you wait for him to finally start touching you. Still he continues to circle your clitoris, leaving you trapped in this cocoon of arousal, the screams and pleas in the background becoming like white noise.

Finally, after what felt like an hour of him slowly circling your clit until it was humming with need, he speaks.

“Silly girl, I know exactly what you are thinking, and I also happen to know that you are lying. I can bring you to pleasures that you only could ever fantasise about. I can also make you suffer beyond your wildest dreams… and for that, I’ll certainly make you suffer”

Finally he begins stroking your clitoris directly, instantly making you feel the rising tide of orgasm, though he stops before it gets too close, not even letting you get to the edge of orgasm. After a few times, you think that he is doing this to simply arouse to maximal levels before unleashing true pleasure upon you, though it never comes. Instead he repeats this for an hour, constantly building you up but never actually bringing you to the edge. The result is maddening. You cannot even hear the noises on screen, drowning out there squeals with your own declarations for more.

Still he continues to **** you in this way, spending the rest of the day and night bringing you close to edging but never quite getting you there, always leaving you dangling close to the moment.

He continues this while you whimper and cry for even just the relief of getting to the edge, but you never receive that slight, brief mercy. The **** coursing though you also ensures that you never become desensitised to the sensations, your clitoris always pulsating with need while your pussy convulses desperately. You remain as aroused after hours of this as you were from the very first time he touched your trembling clit.

Finally, once you began to wonder if you could expire from over-arousal, he addresses you.

“You’ll be very well looked after in this facility, you certainly will not want for anything… other than the pleasure you will always crave. Every day, you will endure teasing without relief. I hope you’re terrified of that prospect… you should be.”

This will become your new hell. To be teased and tormented with arousal nearly every waking moment without the possibility of orgasm. You'd begin to forget what the sweet relief of orgasm even felt like. Even simply the pinnacle of getting to the edge of orgasm would become an all too brief and fleeting reward. The daily footage of your own torment would be what Telepath C23P used, to show others what kind of frustration bound misery they would be **** to endure if they dared try and lie to him. For you, each day the facility would ensure that you could watch the orgasms of others; ruined orgasms, **** orgasms, brought to the edge of orgasm repeatedly for a day, these are the pleasures which you'd witness, the pleasure you'd endlessly pray for.

Teased to madness, all you will know is frustration.

The End.