Much later

It had been 60 years. Hannah was now 70, Roy was 88 and Tony was 90. They kept up the sharade for all this time, no one ever finding out where Hannah was, and Hannah never getting the orgasm she wanted. A few people would occasionally join in, but that was it.

Tony: you ready?

Roy:… yeah..

They go over to the tied up girl. The clit was still wrapped in a zip tie, but now much more swollen. So swollen, it could be mistaken for a small penis. Being carful, Roy took some scissors to cut the binding.

Hannah:… what are you doing…?

She was confused.

Tony: we’re gonna let you cum!

Hannah: REALLY!?!?

They invited a ton of their close friends over, grabbing as many materials as possible. They untie her from the bed, filling the tub with a mix of different oils, soaps, itching and tickling liquid. Close pins we’re across her body, ice in her pussy ans wel as in the tub, and even some in her ass, they all spend some time with gloves groping, tickling, teasing, and milking her before they get the scissors. Hannah lays in sensory agony, awaiting the removal of the zip tie. Everyone gathers around the tub, playing with the swollen clit for a good hour or 2 before finally starting to cut.

Tony: ready?

Hannah: yes! Please!!!

The strap was finally off. And with that, everyone dog piled on it with every form of **** she had received over the years. And… she came.