Say nothing and endure.

You try to speak in defiance, yet your torment leads you to only be able to splutter the words as he continues to edge you.

"N... No... I... Oh fuck.... I won't... ARGH... I won't t... talk."

Without a word in return, he works his fingers fast within you, curling up to find your g-spot and exploring your more furiously than before. Just as you reach the edge this time, he slows down just a little, enough to keep you held on the brink. The result is maddening, trapped within the confines of near ecstasy yet not stimulated quite enough to topple over. He let's this continue for nearly a minute before stopping and speaking.

"That's just a taste, my dear."

His fingers once again explore you just as cruelly, penetrating you and finding just the right spot that leaves you breathless. You are shocked that even after all this time, after all of this stimulation, he can still make your body react this way. This time once he brings you to the pinnacle, he holds you there as long as possible, until you are utterly screaming for it to stop. It is a level of frustration that verges on pain, a prison of pure agony unlike any other you could imagine.

His fingers remain at just the right speed to drag it out until you are certain another second of it would topple you over. At that moment he stops, giving you just a couple of seconds to rest before starting it again. Repeatedly he edges you in this way, keeping you held impossibly close for as long as you can endure.

As your tears, your prayers and your words do nothing to halt his **** upon you, there is nothing more you can give. All you can do is wait for any mercy. Your pussy seems to never stop dripping in a bid to entice him further. It continuously convulses, opening and closing for something more, anything. Every bodily reaction, whether voluntary or not, designed to prey on your captors empathy, merely seems to spur him on even further. Finally, after holding you on the edge for so long that you think that you'll pass out, he speaks.