The idea of two strangers watching you as you writhe on the floor in front of them is too awful to contemplate. With no thought beyond making it through the next half minute you start to twist your wrists against the coils of rope that hold them, seeking the pain that might distract your mind from the sensations in your crotch.
“No, I won’t. I won’t. Ahhh… Let me go.. Let…”
You press your bound wrists into the small of your back, trying to alleviate the tightness of the rope between your legs.
Nothing you can do can move the vibrator that throbs inside you, or reduce the pressure of the rope on your engorged clitoris.
Oh God, you should have let yourself cum a minute ago. You’ve kept the lid on for too long, and the pressure inside is now so great that you’re now actually afraid of the orgasm that is going to engulf you.
“ No.. Ahhh… Ahhh… I… Ohhh… Urghh… AHHHH….”
The orgasm hits you like a truck. Your limbs spasm against the ropes that bind them. The internal muscles of your pelvis clamp down on the vibrator inside you. Your vision fades to grey. An animal moan escapes your lips, fading away as the breath leaves your body. You can’t breathe in again – your diaphragm and the muscles of your chest are no longer under your control.
You orgasm in silence. It goes on and on. Perhaps you’ll die like this.
After what seems an eternity you take a gasping breath. As the contractions subside you can take another, then another. Normal breathing is resumed.
You’re soaked in sweat and as weak as a kitten. Even if you weren’t tied you wouldn’t be able to sit up, let alone stand.
“Ohhh.. please. Please don’t let it happen again. Please untie me.”
You turn your head to one side. Amy is sitting on the sofa, watching you open-mouthed. For the first time you get a look at the second man, who’s a well-built guy in his thirties. He grins at you and speaks.
“Girlie, that was some show. So you want to be untied? Why should we? What’s in it for us?”
How can you persuade them? Another orgasm like that will kill you.
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