Yes - you desperately need to come...

"Yes... yes I am! Just please, please... GOD just please let me come!!! I gave you what you want!"

"Let's see how much you enjoy this by the end. You certainly are an honest one. It doesn't take much to make you open up. So you might be wondering how I've been able to read your body like this. 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 your 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, his fingers halting and remaining still while your pussy twitches around them.

"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.

When you reach the edge, he doesn't stop. Your orgasm tears through you, making you scream out with shock having not expected him to let you come. However, the moment your climax takes hold, he stops, tearing his fingers from you to leave the orgasm to peter out cruelly. With the lack of stimulation and with nothing for your pussy to clench around, you thrash around in pure frustration. Your orgasm snatched away, you cry out for more, wanting desperately to feel the fulfillment that had been stolen from you. Once again his fingers slip inside and works to you to the brink, the **** coursing through your body causing you to feel as sensitive as before you had come. Just as you cry out in climax, he again ruins the orgasm to leave you to squeal in the agony of it being ruined.

As much as you beg and plead, he continues this pattern of forcing you to orgasm and then ruining it just as it takes hold. The combination of this and the **** you had been administered is a **** unlike anything you could have imagined. You had thought that giving up the information would spare you from such cruelty, yet instead you are having to endure a a torment which no other person has ever had to suffer through. You wouldn't have been able to count the amount of times even if you were trying to, yet whether it was the 1st ruined orgasm or the 20th, each one felt as horrifyingly intense as the last. Your pussy continues to drip and convulse with arousal as if it hadn't been touched, and with Telepath C23P's ability to know precisely the moment you come, there is no chance of tricking him that you haven't been pushed over the edge.

Hours go by with no respite. You begin 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. It doesn't take long before you dread the orgasm to come; while at first you welcomed that brief moment of pleasure, as time went by, you associated that brief second of respite with the excruciating convulsions of the ruined pleasure that followed. Even begging him to simply edge and deny you does nothing to stop him.

Whether it was for giving up the information so soon, or whether it was for his own sick amusement, it didn't matter; mercy was not coming your way. Telepath C23P smiled at every **** plea, every trembling declaration and every tear stained promise.

Even when you would pass out from the **** sexual torment, the cruelty will not end. When you come to, the stimulation would never cease. Due to the aphrodisiac concoction coursing through you, their terrifying yet effective wonder-****, you would always feel as shockingly sensitive and receptive. Experiencing the constant build up and eruption of orgasm without the relief of riding it out, causing a never-ending cycle of arousal, you would be the perfect toy for his amusement.

Hours turned to days, only when you were fed or bathed or slept did you receive any rest from the incessant ruined orgasms, though the havoc they caused to your body did not relent. 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 were 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 full 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.

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.