Say nothing and endure.

"Impressive," is his only response as you continue to hold your tongue. As much as you may beg and scream for the release you are being mercilessly denied, you are still able to somehow hold out against this awful ****.

Once again he masturbates you to the brink, this time simply taking his hand away entirely just as you are close, then after merely a second, continuing again. Repeatedly he edges in this manner, not ever giving you enough rest in between and making it feel like a never ending cycle of heat being being applied, constantly keeping you simmering and threatening to spill over.

Finally, when you feel as if your fate is to be tortured to **** in this way, that your body would shut down from this level of cruelty being enacted upon you, he speaks to you. He seems to address you in an manner that understands that you can't respond or formulate any sentence other than 'please, let me come.'

"I genuinely am impressed. You’ve lasted longer than any other. So I’ll reward you with the truth. You see, your employer actually works for us. They tried to stop you from digging, but you went against their wishes, so this is your punishment. I’m not here to get information from you, I’m just here to see if you’d break. They will be pleased to know that you didn't give out and squeal... well at least not in terms of squealing out the information at least," he says with a laugh, his fingers continuing to stimulate you. "Now that I know, now that you've proven yourself, I can just do what I enjoy most, and that’s simply torturing you. Hush, don't try and protest, I'll at least give you a little of what you want."

His fingers quickly work you to a frenzy, not stopping just as you reach the climax. Screaming in ecstasy, you come hard, harder than you could have imagined possible. Even as the air leaves your chest, your mouth remains open, straining in silence as pleasure tears you apart from within. The orgasm is so intense that it verges on pain. Still he does not stop, his fingers exploring intently, his ability to read your body causing him to be able to string the orgasm out for as long as possible.

His ability along with the **** leads him to be able to work you towards another orgasm almost instantaneously. The thought of having such an intense orgasm so soon afterwards is terrifying, yet all you can do is pull on the restraints helplessly, feeling even more defeated than before. At least previously you had hoped that at some point, help would arrive. Now that you know the truth, you succumb to the despair that nobody is coming to save you. What horrifies you the most, as you are brought to the verge of another orgasm just as intense, is that there is now nothing you can say that could possibly make it all stop.

The orgasm is brutal, making you reel from the pleasure, wanting to curl up and get away from the overstimulation. Instead you are **** to ride it out with the knowledge that it won't stop. His fingers continue at the exact same pace. You struggle to breathe, gulping air as best you can in the brief few seconds between being pummelled with each climactic surge.

The **** ensures that you remain as receptive to the ordeal as possible, while Telepath C23P's abilities ensure that every waking moment you are either convulsing or screaming in rapture. You not only lose count of the times you come, but you quickly begin to lose count of the times you may have passed out; even as you come to, he is still continuing without pause. This would repeat itself, every day, whether it would from fingerfucking you, driving his cock inside you, torturing you with vibrators or lashing your clitoris with his tongue - each time you passed out regained consciousness, you'd find yourself met with the same cruelty and moments away from coming once again.

He forces you to come beyond merely begging for it to stop, he brings you to the point where you are begging him to go back to edging you. You implore him that you'll do anything for him to simply edge you relentlessly, to stop forcing you to come like this. Brought to the point where you are dreading every orgasm, your own pleasure used as an instrument of **** against you, all you can do is wonder when it will stop.

"I know I'm going to enjoy tormenting you for a long long time. They want me to return you to them because you didn't give up the information, however I can still keep you for as long as I want before freeing you. I want to keep you here for a few weeks at least."

For the coming days and weeks, nearly every waking moment - between being bathed, fed and well looked after by the facility - you will know nothing other than the hell of being **** to orgasm beyond your limits. The worst part is knowing what is coming every day, and being helpless to stop it.

Perhaps you shouldn't have shown him how strong-willed you were.

The End.