Resist for several minutes

For the next while you are kept helpless, never knowing when or where your tormentor will stimulate you next. You expect her to immediately begin working your most sensitive areas. You focus yourself in preparation for this, ready to fight off the immediate **** of pleasure that should be coming any second now. What you get, however, is infinitely more tortuous than that. Instead of the all-out attack you expect, she does not touch you at all. for a while. While blinded your sense of the passing time has warped, but as the seconds tick by the anticipation begins to drive you crazy. You fight back the temptation to begin squirming, using more and more of your willpower just to remain perfectly still.

It is then that the first, light as a feather touch to the small of your back makes you nearly jump to your feet. A high-pitched squeak leaks out of your mouth before you can regain your composure again. Several more agonizing seconds and a single finger brushes up your left forearm. Then again down the top of your right thigh. Then again across your cheek. Then you jump a little as she circles your left areola with a single fingernail. Your mind begins to race as you try to predict where the next touch will be. She keeps you on your toes, metaphorically speaking, interspersing increasingly pleasurable sensations between otherwise mundane contact. A momentary grip on your arm is immediately followed by a quick tug on both nipples. A pinch to several of your toes precedes a sensual caress of your inner thigh.

Soon every single touch, not just the inherently sexual ones, makes you more and more aroused. Your previously perfect posture slacks, your knees spreading and your back arched. Your hands, previously obediently resting on your knees, turn backwards to hold yourself up as you throw your head back, trying to give any way to release your continually growing pleasure.

The onslaught only accelerates. You wish you could see what is going on as you swear you feel at least three or four hands touching you at once - she must be using some sort of magic to do this to you. She is taking advantage of your entire body at this point, from poking your toes and calves to the occasional tug of your flowing hair. Interspersed are every single type of sensual contact you could think of and more, from a kiss on the nape of your neck to a slap on your booty to a wet, sloppy lick across your nipple. At this point you have stopped trying to keep your voice down. Every touch has you constantly moaning and squealing.

Then, suddenly, everything stops. You are left to yourself for a moment, wondering what is going on. The only things you can pick up on with your reduced senses are the sound of your heavy breathing and the tingling of many beads of sweat dripping down your curves.

The moment of calm is broken by a sudden, firm poke between your legs. Instantly you are overwhelmed. Your hips buck and your chest heaves as the climax you had been slowly building to over the past few minutes of teasing finally pays off. If your mind was not so preoccupied processing the intense pleasure shooting straight from your crotch to your brain, you would have been impressed with the precision with which she isolated your clit and the skill with which she is now continuing to stimulate it. Though you have completely lost your composure, she continues to flick your bean, bringing you higher and higher through your orgasm.

She continues until after your orgasm has fully subsided, seemingly contented with allowing you to revel in the moment of pleasure. As you are left to recover, you can hear her mention to you from across the room, "Pretty good for a virgin. Minimal body modifications required - initial measurements top-tier, too. Will need to go in for sensitivity modification." She then begins addressing you directly. "Well done, virgin. Part one of the assessment is over. Now for part two..."

You still haven't fully recovered from part one. What will you be subject to next?