No - you try not to give in...

"No... I won't let you control my pleasure like this."

"So you think that pretending you aren't craving more is going to make me stop? I guess there is at least some resolve in you, something which I'll break soon enough. You'll wish you had continued to tell the truth. Do you have any idea who I am?"

Your silence is enough of an answer for him. You struggle to even think of any response while your body continues to betray you, burning red-hot with **** longing. As much as you are internally crying out for more, you don't want to give this interrogator the satisfaction of thinking he has defeated you. You continue to avoid looking at him, not wanting to see him smiling down at you. He knows exactly what you are feeling, keeping his hand pressed against your inner thighs as he continues speaking.

"I am Telepath C23P. I can read every sensation in your body. Not only does this allow me the ability to know just when you're telling the truth or not, I'm also able to access every sexual sign within, that's exactly how I know when you're about to come. I can also **** you in other ways of course." At that, his fingers slip within you, bringing you right to the edge once again and keeping you there, riding it until you are screaming with need.

Telling him that you told the truth, all he does is laugh before replying.

"Oh I know you told the truth. However, nobody is coming to save you, and there isn't a thing you can do or say to escape. I enjoy nothing more than torturing my victims with pleasure. You will want for nothing while here in this facility. Every day you will be fed and bathed and tended to in the finest of accommodations, though we will ensure that you are unable to masturbate of course. I can spend as many weeks and months with you as I wish," as he spoke, his fingers began working within you once again, setting every nerve alight.

Just as you hit the pinnacle once again, sure that nothing on earth could stop the earth-shattering orgasm that approached, he stops. You scream out in frustration, in shock at how he could read you well enough to leave you dangling on that knife edge. He repeats this multiple times, each time holding you on the edge by moving his fingers just a little slower to keep you from tipping over the brink. The effect is devastating, making you scream out in agony.

After what feels like an hour of this ****, you beg him to let you come, that you need it, spluttering as tears course down your face. When he edges you again in the same manner, you squeal out desperately that you are enjoying it, that you lied before, that you will do anything for his forgiveness. None of this changes his routine.

Hours go by with no respite. You began giving up information you hadn't been asked for. You begin offering things you could never truly give. You begin crying for mercy, for anything else. Nothing at all will make it stop.

At no point does he address you or speak further, he simply keeps you riding the edge for minutes at a time before stopping. After only a few seconds to let the threat of orgasm dwindle, he starts again. Never could you have imagined that pleasure could be used in such a torturous manner - the cruelty of having your most sensual, erotic, joyous moment used against you so wickedly.

He begins increasing the time he holds you on the edge. The first time he manages to get to the ten minute mark, you are a sobbing mess, past the point of being able to even speak coherently. He soon switches to using a wand vibrator on you, letting your overstimulated clitoris feel the electric shock of vibrations for a few seconds before needing to remove it. He taps it on and off that twitching nub in order to keep you held back from coming, but never quite letting the sensation recede fully.

As your tears, your prayers and your words do nothing to halt his **** upon you, there is nothing more you could give. All you can do is wait for any mercy; you will not be granted such a thing as mercy. Your pussy seems to never stop dripping in a bid to entice him further. It continuously convulses, opening and closing for something more, anything. Every bodily reaction, whether voluntary or not, designed to prey on your captors empathy, merely seems to spur him on even further. Finally, after holding you on the edge for so long that you think that you'll pass out, he speaks.

"I love seeing someone trapped at that point. You should thank me, very few people get to experience pleasure of this magnitude. The pinnacle of the human experience is right at that moment, after the build up and before the orgasm itself, where your every thought and very being is trapped in that single experience for a brief moment. Few ever get to remain there for as long as you have experienced, and now I'm going to try and take you beyond what any other human has experienced. I am going to see if I can hold you there for an entire hour. There's a good chance you'll pass out, but that's okay. We'll keep trying; with my ability and the **** we can continue to administer, I'll be able to experiment with you for as long as it takes until I can hold you on the edge for the full hour. No, screaming for help isn't going to change anything, I can see by the way your clitoris is twitching that the thought of it deep down has you longing to see what it might feel like."

Every day you will be **** to endure being held on the brink relentlessly, never given the orgasm that your body burned for. Your body remained 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. Each attempt would seem to make it worse, making it harder for your body and mind to handle being held at the limits of pleasure that no human is built to withstand. Telepath C23P would enjoy this fact even more, knowing that it meant for many more attempts at keeping you on the edge of orgasm, more times hearing you whimper and cry and plead for anything other than this torment. He'd deny your orgasms so many times, for so long, that you'd forget how it felt to fully come. All he cared about was trying to hold you on the edge for that entire 60 minutes - **** beyond comprehension.

You had sought to find a story, to expose this organisation; instead you had found your own hell, and you were here to stay.

The End.