They Show Mercy

For a long moment, Diana had no response. She stood there, her senses screaming, the cold clamp pressed against her clit, holding itself in place stiffly and dragging her down with a rough heaviness that made her legs shake from want, and made her throat dry from lust. She could feel the promised orgasm, somewhere in the back of her mind. Not present and yet not forgotten, lingering on as a ghost of what could have been. She raged and raged, trying to reach for it, to drag it into reality, but the control of the chat was iron, the very rules she had set now turning upon her.

Diana realised that she was breathing heavily, unevenly, desire making her squirm and shake. She looked to the camera, begging for release, but could not find the words. A profound sense of helplessness had spread through her being, she was robbed of the very ability to climax, and all she could do was sit and endure. The ghostly tingling of what could have been taunting her, mocking her. She looked to the camera, to the people who watched, and waited. Seconds ticked by, her anticipation grew. They would help her, wouldn't they? They would let her cum. The only sound was the growing vibration of Lisa's own torment, her younger sister moaning now, her fists tightly clenched, but she too had no release. Captives of their own bodies, the sisters waited.

At last, the chat showed mercy. Diana didn't realise it at first, all she knew was the wall in her mind start to thin, started to break, and the pleasure rushed forth. Not all at once, but in a growing cycle, wave after wave of it coursing through her body. She opened her mouth wide in a silent gasp as it dug into her. Her skin burned with it, and she shivered; she tried to speak, but words were stolen, the air was taken from her lungs. She staggered, the weight pulling on her clit, making her shudder even more. Her limbs were shaking, her strength was fading, fading away in the face of the pleasure. It swept through her body, coursing like a river, rising from her core, spiking, spiking so very hard. Each time, it reached the peak, and she was sure it could go no higher, yet it did. Her nerves screamed, her skin stung, her pussy writhed, yet still it rose and rose. It was as intense as the light of a star; as personal as the touch of a lover. She had never felt anything like it, that feeling of climax that seemed to boil forth from her every nerve and muscle. Each wave stronger than the last, each one making her more and more numb to the world.

She threw back her head, and opened her mouth, her eyes were wide, but words were gone from her. As each peak hit her, the best that Diana could do was loose a low, animal moan. Her body tingled, and she felt her legs go numb. She collapsed backwards onto the bed, the motion tugging at the weight, and making her spasm in sudden elation.

She climaxed then. As hard as she ever had before. No, harder, harder by far. The primal pleasure raced through her body, her heart beat so quickly she felt it might explode. Waves of pleasure crashed against the shore of her mind, and she felt she was drowning in her own body's response to it. She cried out, again and again, not caring that he whole world was watching, not caring that she was making such a scene. The camera watched her, recording everything as she experienced the most total and complete orgasm that she had ever felt.

Shuddering, shivering, moaning, she lay on the bed, her legs thrashed, her hands clenched. The climax took her and refused to let her go. She strained, she fought, she gave in and let it wash over, her rational mind seeming to melt away until all she knew was the feeling, the sensations of her skin touching the sheet, the feel of the rope wrapped around her clit. The cold air against her naked skin. Such things only added fuel to the fire of her arousal. She jerked and spasmed, her own muscles betraying her in the wild rush of her climax.

Finally, just as she was sure that she could go no higher, just as she was confident that she must burn out, her body's limits now met and passed, Dana felt it start to fade. Slowly at first, but faster every moment. She gasped, heaving for ragged breaths of air, her hair a tangled mess, plastered to her face with sweat. How long she lay there, her legs spread, she did not know, but eventually, she almost felt able to move again.

Someone - Lisa probably - had undid the ropes which bound her hands at that point, and so, arms shook as she used them to pull herself up. Her hands were numb as they clutched at the rope which bound her clit. Shaking, she undid it, and detached the clamp as well, breathing a sigh of relief as she was released

Diana looked to the camera, finding that it was now turned off. Muzzily, she wondered just how long she had lain there, lost in the glow of her own release. She felt that it could have been days, though she was fairly sure it was much less than that.

That was....that was something else. An experience that she had never before had. As Diana felt her body slowly come back under her control, she nodded to herself.

All in all, it had been a worthwhile use of the rulebook.

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Well, that's the route, guys and gals. Hope you enjoyed it. If you did, leaving a comment would be much appreciated, since I have been working on this one for a while. Tell me what you liked, what you didn't, you know the works.