Well I guess I'm gonna have to take control

As you feel yourself about to be drained of everything, and feel it's hopeless, you remember the words the doctor said to you before you entered the pleasure room.
"Now this is a typical computer program, so if you keep that in mind, you'll be able to control the rate of which you orgasm increasing the amount of time you are pleasured."
Remembering this fact, you begin to feel the urge to continue cumming supress. Inga looks at you with a puzzled look.
"You should be dying, not getting into it!!! What's going on???"
Soon, she could no longer hold herself together. She untied your bonds, and continued fucking you. You flip her onto her back and begin pounding her so-called "super pussy." She begins to plead for you to stop.
"Ohhhhhhhh...ppppppppleasssssssssssse sssssssssstoppppppp!!!!!!! I'vvvvvvvvvve cummmmmmm too mmmmmmmanny tttttttttimes!!!!!!!!! OH I'M CUMMING! OH YES! YES! YES! YES!!!!!!!!"
Your administrations of your cock grinding against her tight pussy, and your tongue on her tits has sent her over the edge for the fifth time. She passes out on the bed. As she begins to regain strength, she looks at you and says,
"Let me come vith you. I need your cock. No von has ever been able to please me like that before. Please, I'll get you out...just stay with me forever..."