Denied Release

Stacy rolled Shannon onto her back. Shannon, helpless, flopped over gracelessly, bare booty exposed. She writhed on the ground, so close to an orgasm it could almost bring her to tears!

Stacy unclipped a pair of handcuffs from her belt. Pink, fuzzy ones with cold steel underneath. She crossed Shannon's unresisting wrists and cuffed them together.

Standing over Shannon for a moment, giving her camera's plenty of time to capture the nude cops butt, Stacy once more pressed the button controlling the remote vibrator. Shannon once more felt an explosion of pleasure, and lay panting on the ground in sheer bliss... until it was turned off a moment later. She moaned in despair. She'd never been denied and taunted physically like this, and it was crushing any resolve and dignity she had. She rubbed her thighs together, desperate to get off.

Once more Stacy pressed the button, though this time for half a second. Shannon shivered and moaned, now in a pool of her own sweat. She squealed in desperation as the pleasure stopped. Her hands struggled to find her crotch and find release, but they were bound behind her.

Shannon crawled up to her knees. Bare body exposed, uncaring, to cameras beaming the signal all over the globe.

"Please... let me cum..." She begged, so pathetically Stacy almost laughed.