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Chapter 22 by Jenaus Jenaus

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Fourteenth, fifteenth, and... sixteenth?

Even more hours pass. My mind submits to my senses only deeper; the simmering arousal simply defies any consciousness to rear its head from its lascivious pool. I can’t even keep count of my orgasms, they become indiscernible from the general pool of hornification.

When I come round, both the electrodes and the music are silent. I have no idea how long I have remained seated while they were already stopped. My mind stumbles around in my brain, struggling to regain shrapnels of control over my body. It takes ages to even be able to look at the LCD. The clock is at 30:17, it must be deep in the night. Have I really been riding that shockwave for over 10 hours?

The number next to it is a huge disappointment, though; it still shows 15. I feel disappointed and insulted, this cannot be true? In my mind, the cummings kept bursting from my belly, even when my conscience was diminished I know there were no breaks or interruptions. Surely, there must’ve been more than just three? The plateau of my arousal was extremely high, maybe the chip in my body can’t distinguish the orgasms from it?

I shout at the mirror: “That’s not fair! That was like a flow of cummings, not just three!?!”

There is no reply, as there never is. I despair when I look at the number again. I’m completely knackered, I feel like I could fall asleep in this chair if I just closed my eyes. I’ve given all that I could today, and still it wasn’t enough, still tomorrow must be better, when I will be in an even worse state. Despair grips my throat, I will be executed in this dungeon without windows, and it is not only 30 hours away!

Then my reply comes, and it is a merciful reply. Still watching the LCD, I see the right number falling to 14.

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