Times up

Angel was dying to cum. As the reality of the situation set in she knew she was going to hate it so much. She began to lose her arousal but then dildo vibrated faster and made sure she was kept on the edge of orgasm. "Master I'm sorry! Please, please sir I beg you, let me cum! I'm going insane! I need to cum sir! I'm sorry!" She begged but master wasn't around to here her pleas. She started sobbing as another orgasm came just out of reach and the slipped away. She tried squeezing the dildo with her pussy but that made it slow down. She tried moving her pussy around it, trying to make it stimulate her more but it didnt work. She finally gave in and accepted her situation, two hours into it she could not speak any more. Her mind was too wrecked from the intense feeling of denial to form words. She screamed and howled, cried and sobbed but nothing would stop her torment. After the third hour She lost all sense of time and reality. The timer rang and the box turned off after six straight hours of denial. Angela's mind is gone. She can't thing, talk, move, nothing but mumble nonsense.

The next six hours where hell for master, maybe more so that for angel. He worried that he was to harsh and was tempted to go back and stop the box and fuck her till she came. But he steeled himself, no she deserved this. The timer rang and he ran back to the room she was in, room 25. He new she could here foot steps in the rooms so he **** himself to walk. He opened the door and walked in and closed it behind him.

Angel was a mess, her body as well as the bed where soaked with sweat, her hair was a wreck from all the thrashing. And she was mumbling nonsense. He undid the strap and slowly pulled the dildo out, her body convulsed at the stimulation . Angel mumbled a protest as she felt her slit empty. She had no strength left to fight, beg, plead, nothing. She was spent. Master uncuffed her hands and feet, took the electrodes off and put them away. Pulled a blanket over her, undresses and crawled into bed with her.