No Release for Shannon

Stacy X stood over Shannon, laughing with utter amusement as the nude police officer writhed on the floor. She had broken many like this. With expert manipulation of the pleasure sensors, a seemingly powerful person could be brought to their knees begging in minutes. True, this cop had been surprisingly quick to give in. She must be very repressed, Stacy X mused. That would explain how much pleasure overwhelmed her.

Shannon was almost a wild animal. Lust controlled her every sense. Gone with the dignity and refinement that had defined her the rest of her life. In this moment she was a beast needing release. She rubbed her bare thighs together, wishing her hands were free instead of cuffed behind her back.

"Let... me... cum!" She moaned. Stacy smiled and pulled out the control to the vibrator she'd inserted into Shannon. She pressed the button... but only for a half a second.

"UHH!" Shannon thrashed, first with pleasure, then a moment later with frustration. She had to finish! She hobbled to her shaky legs, looking around desperately. She rubbed her thighs together. Her body shined with sweat. Her nipples off her small breasts were harder then they had ever been. A gentle hand there would have been enough to get her off, but she had no hand free. She looked around. What could she use to orgasm?