Twentyninth

I am appalled when I look at the countdown. 01:06, it says. Hours have flown away, and that is all I have left to evoke two more. I’m simply too slow, I realise, if I keep going like this, I will never make it. Feverish thought. Desperately, I come off the machine to paste my pussy and the cheeks of my ass with the TENS electrodes. Then I quickly re-climb the table. The dildo is hungry for me, and when he drives into me again there seems to be a new vigor in him. When the electrodes also start sending their shocks into my ass, I am grabbed again to head off for my next orgasm.

It’s isn’t easy or comfortable or pain-free to be driven into cumming like that; but I really don’t care, enduring this will save my life. It takes 49 minutes of rough riding and jolting shocks to squeeze number 29 from my desolate body. I know that so precise, because the LCD says that I have 17 minutes left for the last one. There is no time for rest now, my only chance is when I roll into the next one rapidly. The machine feels my need, and the electrodes feel my need. A cacaphony of thrusts, bolts, demanding, driving, submerging me into arousal as best they can. Yet with all that arousal gripping me, my body has simply become too weak to reach for the final edge. If I could stretch for it, just an arm's length, and I could plunge into 30… And then every time, I just can’t stretch so far, the wave is lifting me as high as it can, I’m getting so close… but I simply don’t have the strength to finish it. Yet every time, these bursts and the limit of my stretches get me a centimetre closer, half a centimetre, a millimetre…. I can’t do it… but I must…. Gimme strength…. Almost there…. SO fucking close…