Give up the name and details.

It's too much to handle.

You tell him the name of your employer and every detail he asks for. At this point you'd tell him every detail of your life just for release.

Without any reply to you, he brings you to the edge once again. You are ready for him to stop, yet shockingly, he continues. He masturbates you hard, tipping you over the edge and into a screaming fit of bliss. He doesn't stop, letting you experience the joy you had begged for. Every muscle clenches while you convulse in the chair, paralysed in the sweet relief of orgasm. Finally, once it settles and his fingers begin to slow down, he speaks.

“I wanted you to experience that, because it’s the last orgasm you may ever experience again while I am in control of your fate.”

Even having just climaxed, the combination of the **** coursing through you and the unbearable level of stimulation you had received previously causes you to already need more. The orgasm itself was the most intense you had ever experienced, yet your hips are swaying as if you haven't come in days. His fingers once again start to trail along your body, massaging and caressing you, teasing your nipples and clitoris as he had done earlier. He continues speaking.

“The truth is that the company you work for actually works for us… so I've known the truth all along. I am impressed with how long you held out. But the fact is that you talked… and they said that if I got you to talk, they’d let me do what I want with you, and what I want is to watch and hear you suffer like you've never suffered before.”

From there, he spent the rest of the day and night edging and teasing you, bringing you close to orgasm and holding you there until you were once again crying in need for the orgasm you had felt earlier. That wonderful release however would not come your way.

Every day you would be **** to endure this ordeal, feeling your orgasm kept at bay again and again until your mind was numb to everything other than the single focus of a climax that would not arrive.

You body would remain racked with need, your pussy seeming to never stop convulsing on its own as if hoping that it might cause for the sensations of orgasm that were never granted. Every day you would be brought back to the room, ready to begin the **** anew, he would be grinning in joy as you begged and pleaded with every ounce of your being for mercy, to at least be granted one orgasm. It would never work. The only change that would come would be from whether he decided to use his fingers, his tongue, his cock or toys to torment you with. Telepath C23P would constantly dangle the hope of orgasm in front of you, though you'd never know whether it would be days, or weeks, before you might see that brief act mercy once again.

The End.