Say nothing and endure.

Defiantly, you remain silent. Your clitoris hums with need, your pussy dripping uncontrollably with arousal, yet you hold your tongue.

“Trust me, your employer doesn’t care about you… why not give in and simply spare yourself the torment?”

Without giving you chance to reply, he strokes your pussy intently, bringing you instantly to the edge before stopping.

"I hope you're enjoying the sounds of people coming intensely, it's something you won't feel unless you talk."

The **** continues to course through you, increasing your arousal tenfold with no sign of stopping. He suddenly presses his fingers back to your pussy. Working your intimacy just the way you would masturbate yourself to a climax.

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 orgasm. 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.

"I promise you, you'll suffer far more than this," he speaks as you moan just as his fingers slide within you and work you instantly 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. 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 7th 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.

"You had your chance to talk, so let's have some fun now."

Time itself has lost meaning, the only thing you can focus on is trying to determine the amount of times he has brought you to the brink. You lose count around the 20th time. At this point, you are already crying with need. Telepath C23P merely smiles, continuing to fuck you with his fingers as if seeing you weep in desperation has been his goal all along.

You want to pass out, or to explode in pleasure, but not this - you can't endure being tortured with pleasure so precisely and so sadistically.

Finally, he asks you once again...