0 comments/ 496778 views/ 97 favorites Orgasm Torture By: P_V Please - feel free to comment and rate this story - there are at several more installments of approximately equal length already in the can - and more if enough people enjoy them (and I get he chance to write more) This story is inspired by, and dedicated to WomanChild - a Literotica contributor, and one who is wise, thoughtful, and sensual beyond her years. The main characters are real, though the situations and settings are fantasy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it for her... * * * * * Orgasm Torture: Part 1 Sara's head was spinning as she woke from the strange dream. She stayed still and quiet as she listened intently and slowly opened her eyes, trying to figure out where she was and how she had gotten there. Her last memory was "chirping" open the door locks of her Lexus in the company parking structure, then suddenly everything seemed to go black. Where was she now, she wondered. Her clothes felt dirty and sweaty on her - like she'd been out drinking all night and slept in them. Her neck was stiff and she realized she was sitting up in a hard wooden chair. She looked at her right hand and saw that there was a handcuff around her wrist and she was shackled to the old wooden table in front of her. The muscles in her neck protested as she raised her head to get a look around her. A small dimly-lit room built out of glazed masonry blocks - like the basement of an old public school - was her only clue as to where she was. She heard voices in the dark in front of her, but could see nothing but shadows as it seemed the only light in the room came from a bare bulb that seemed to be shining intentionally in her eyes. "Good morning Ms. Havermore, I trust you had a pleasant nap?" came the cold official voice from the shadows. A few stifled snickers caught the humor of the question. Her mouth was dry and her first attempt to speak took a moment, but her temper was quickly wakening as well. "Who are you and where the hell am I!?" she demanded. The sound of a chair being scraped across the floor followed by a tall figure appearing out of the shadows was her initial answer. "Now Ms. Havermore, I was hoping we could all keep our tempers in check and keep this discussion as civil as possible for as long as possible," the man said as he swung the chair to face her opposite the table. He sat, black suit and tie, starched white shirt, dark sunglasses and slicked-back hair. "If you cooperate with us Ms. Havermore, I can have you sleeping in your own bed in just a few hours and you can go about your promising young life. "On the other hand," he said, leaning close and taking off his glasses, revealing venomous eyes, "on the other hand," he repeated, "If you want to make this difficult, you may never see your bed or little apartment again." Sara wasn't one to be intimidated, but the tone of this man's voice and looks made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. "All you have to do is tell us a few things about the projects you're working on at the AnimalLife Pharmaceutical Company and you'll suffer no more indignities than you have to this point and be on your way. In fact, we might even be able to offer you incentives to talk to us every so often in the future. What do you say Ms. Havermore?" Her mind whirled - the projects at work - her boss had warned her whole staff that their projects would be of great interest to competitors because of the leading edge discoveries they were working on. He joked that any of them would easily get jobs with their competitors, and that their salaries and perks at APC reflected that they were Valued employees. Indeed - Sara and her staff were very well paid and given creative freedom to develop new ideas. At 22 she was the youngest team leader at the company. Her boss had taken her aside privately and reinforced what he had said, advising her to tell him at once if she was approached by anyone asking about what they were working on. Her brain put two and two together and her head snapped up to look her opponent in the eye. "Money! - That's what this is about!? Money and competing drug companies!" The murmuring from the shadows stopped as the man in the black suit leaned close and smiled a wicked smile - his straight, too-white teeth looked menacing. "I knew you were bright Sara," the sound of her first name coming from him sickenening her, "and that you would listen to reason. " He leaned back again raising an open hand over his right shoulder. "Dossier!" he snapped, and a hand appeared out of the darkness to place a manila folder in his hand. He flipped through the pages in the folder like a doctor reading a patient's chart, then looked up. "Tell me about the Feline Leukemia Vaccine Ms. Havermore. " She thought for a moment - so that's what he wants. The new formula she was working on promised to revolutionize the care of cats already infected with FeLV - stopping the disease cold and saving millions of cats that had been doomed to be euthanized. It would easily put APC at the head of the industry and make millions for the company and it's stockholders. She smiled at him and innocently asked: "What vaccine was that?" The venom in his eyes overflowed into the snarl that grew on his lips. "Dammit!" he screamed, at her pounding on the table. "I don't think you realize whom you're trifling with Ms. Havermore. Now tell me what you know about the vaccine or you will wish you were never born!" Sara was feeling something strange, fear and doubt were being pushed far from her mind and a new emotion took its place - defiance. She leaned toward him and motioned that he should do the same. He smiled and leaned close to hear what she would tell him. "I don't know who you are, or who you work for - but you can kiss my ass. " She said it calmly and evenly and slowly leaned back, a smile coming to her face. He kept his position for a moment then leaned back. "Very well, Ms. Havermore," he said calmly, demeanor restored. "I didn't think you'd tell me at first, but I know that you will eventually. Oh, by the way, don't go anywhere, huh?" He smirked as he pushed the chair back and retreated into the shadows. She heard hushed discussion from the dark end of the room - almost like some kind of negotiation was taking place. She only caught a line here and there. "Look at her file dammit," inaudible mumbles, then "no, that won't work with her," and "she's got an anti-authority thing going on here" were some of the phrases she could make out. The she heard: "Suggestions?" from the voice of her interrogator, followed by several voices all saying, "let me have her." Mostly male, 2 or 3 perhaps, but at least one's woman's voice could be heard in the darkness. More discussion and then "enough! - Let's brainstorm this and decide in a few minutes. You - put her out." Shuffling sounds and then a white-coated lab technician appeared and set a conical stainless steel device on the table in front of her. He glanced at her briefly, and then moved back into the shadows. Sara heard the sound of people leaving the room, then a door closing. She looked at the device for a moment - wondering if it was some kind of microphone. She reached her free hand forward to touch it, and immediately a fine vapor began to issue from ports around the cone's perimeter. Sara quickly felt herself losing consciousness and she shoved the cone roughly off the table. Her head slumped onto her chest again. Part 2 Strange dreams moved through Sara's sleep. Dreams of being accosted in the parking garage and drugged or chloroformed and stuffed into a waiting black limo. Dreams of being moved around like a sack of flour while in a half-conscious state, dreams of being stripped naked and bathed and finally restrained. Wow - she thought as she woke again, what the heck... She opened her eyes and saw that she was looking at the ceiling of a small room with mirrors placed on adjustable mounts in various places. She tried to move, but found that she was, indeed, quite restrained as in her dream. Lying on her back on a low table, her arms were out to her sides and fastened at elbow and wrist with soft, but strong straps. She felt a loop of fabric or webbing around her waist, but the strangest was the position of her legs. They were spread widely and elevated about a foot above the rest of her body, secured knee and ankle, much like her arms. She had visions of being at the gynecologist only this was a much more exaggerated position. She guessed that her ankles were spread at least 4 feet apart. Looking down, she saw that she was draped with hospital linen, a pastel green color, much like in preparation for an operation. She was covered from her neck to her knees and even though she felt that she was naked under the sheet, she strangely did not feel cold like one would expect to be in a doctor's office. In fact, the room was quite comfortable and in spite of the fact that she was looking at the ceiling. The lighting was subdued and not in her eyes. On her right side was a Formica counter with draped shapes on it, overhead cabinets, and a wheeled cart near her right foot - it was also draped with a green cloth. She could see the top of a chair just beyond her right hand. A door opens, shuts, then footsteps getting closer. "Good morning Sara," said a friendly and possibly familiar voice to her. She lifted her head to see who was speaking to her and saw another tall man dressed in surgical scrubs. He looked much like the first man she had seen, except that his hair wasn't slicked back and his face was soft and kind. He turned the chair around and sat in it, then placed a small pillow behind her head so that her strained neck muscles wouldn't have to labor to keep him in her sight. "Please let me go... " she whispered, thinking better of being so stubborn to the first man. He wheeled that chair close. "Will you tell him what he wants to know Sara? Will you answer all his questions?" She thought for a moment. "No," she sighed - as if she was resigned to her role of keeping the company secrets. He leaned close and placed a hand on her draped sValach. "Please Sara - won't you please tell them?" She shook her head. "Well, I had to ask - they told me that you won't talk, but I was hoping you might. " "Who are you?" she asked - demanding, but not aggressively. "I'm Mr. Wilkinson" he replied, "but you can call me Val if you like, in fact, I hope you will. May I call you Sara?" She nodded weakly - after all, her name was not one of the secrets that she was charged with keeping. She bit her lip for a second, then asked: "What are you going to do to me Val? Are you going to hurt me? Worse?" He had a sad look in his eye. "No Sara - *I* will not hurt you - but I'd be lying if I told you that others here would not hesitate to do so. " "What then, what are you going to do to me?" she almost whimpered. "You know that I have to get information out of you Sara - it's my job. I hope you will tell them what you want to know - if you don't, it will be bad for both of us." She looked at him again, she felt that she might be able to deal with him, maybe even get him to let her go. "Bad, like how?" He stood and looked into her eyes. "If I fail, I may end up disappearing entirely Sara - I know too much about this dirty business to be left to talk to the authorities. If I can't get you to talk, there are others, others who are not as nice as I am Sara, others who would hurt you, or worse... " "So if I don't tell them what they want to know, and if you're not going to hurt me, then what ARE you going to do Val?" He smiled at her - not an evil smile like the first man, but a loving smile, a sensuous smile. She thought if I met this guy in a bar, I'd have a nice conversation with him. "I'm going to torture you Sara. " He said matter-of-factly, but in such a way that almost made her giggle. "How are you going to torture me without hurting me Val? You are going to hurt me aren't you?" He smiled warmly again "No Sara - not like you understand "hurt" I'm not. I have other methods. My specialty is sexual torture, orgasm torture." She laughed. "Orgasm torture Val? - Are you kidding?" He smiled. "Never heard of it, have you? Well granted, to the uninformed the idea is a bit laughable, but think about it Sara. Ever hear of 'too much of a good thing'? Ever go to a restaurant where to food was truly excellent, but you ate so much you wished you hadn't? That's what orgasm torture is about. - Besides - you have to realize that this is business - not a war. Conventional torture leaves permanent damage, marks, evidence - and sadly, if the victim is too strong-willed - worse. I've convinced my associates that I can get the information they desire without damaging you Sara. I hope that I can. " "Lemme see if I understand this Val, you're going to torture me... by giving me orgasms?" "Exactly," he answered. She laughed nervously "Bring it on Val - I haven't had much in the way of orgasms since winter of 2000. " "Yes, I know," he said. "You know? How?" "We know all about you Sara," he answered picking up that same folder off the counter. "According to our records, you flew to Chicago for a meeting with a man to spend 2 days having sex with him. That's why you're here by the way, I convinced my associates that sex is your weakness Sara, and that you're a perfect candidate for orgasm torture. " "Well," she said, "I won't deny that I love sex, but I'd hardly call it a weakness Val. " "Really?" he smiled, running his hand over the sheet covering her sValach. "Maybe you never considered it a weakness Sara, but you crave it, want it, Your body longs for it, and to some degree, you're powerless to resist." His hand smoothly slid up her body to her breasts, her nipples hardening under the sheet. She arched her back a little in response to the pleasant feelings. "See Sara? Even this mild stimulation has you reacting unconsciously to my touch." She laughed, "So what?! It feels good, I react when something feels good. " "True," he said, "but this is hardly a romantic or even sexy setting Sara - not one where many women could react the way I expect you to." With that, he slid his hand under the sheet, to touch her naked skin directly, her sValach, then slid up to gently caress her breasts again, she moaned softly in response to his touch. "Do you think you're in control of your body Sara?" "Of course," she snorted, already biting her lip from the arousal of his touch. She felt an erotic chill run through her as his hand started sliding down, down under the sheet, she could see as well as feel his hand moving slowly down her sValach, past her waist, pausing just above her mons. He looked her in the eye as his fingers slid through her short-clipped curls, she bit her lip as his hand brushed gently over her labia, in a moment, he knew as well as she did that they were beginning to become damp and sensitive. One of his fingers slid between her moist lips and dipped into her wet pussy. "Ohhhhhhh... " her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes. His middle finger swirled around her hard clit, making it swell and throb even more as he went. A little further his finger slid in, until it started to enter her slippery vagina. She bit her lip even harder as the reality of her situation struck her; Naked, restrained, vulnerable to a man who claimed he could torture her with orgasms. She closed her eyes and relaxed as his finger plunged deeply into her wetness, probing, rubbing, and stimulating her. Without realizing it, her hips were soon moving in time to the motions of his hand under the sheet. Beads of sweat broke out on her brow as she felt a wonderful familiar tingling growing behind her belly button. Her limbs strained at the restraints as she realized that she was about to cum. "Ohmigosh... uhhhh oh... my... GOSH!!" she cried out as the powerful orgasm shook her. She started breathing again as she opened her eyes to see Val smiling down at her. "See Sara," he smiled, taking his fingers in his mouth, "You've been here less than 5 minutes, in a strange room, restrained, naked with a man you never met before, and you've already cum. Sex *is* your weakness Sara, and you will cum for me like you never have before. " Panting, she acknowledged him, "Maybe so, but that just means that I'm gonna be one happy girl from cumming so much, not that I will spill any secrets Val. " "We'll see Sara, I haven't even started making you cum yet - you'll see I'm *very* good at it, and I really enjoy my job. " With that, he reached under the sheet again and slid two fingers deep inside of her dripping pussy. She moaned as he pulled them out and put them in his mouth. "Mmmmmmm - I *Really* enjoy my job Sara. Shall we begin?" he asked, more of an advisement than a question. Orgasm Torture Ch. 02 This is the 2nd installment that follows Sara through her adventure of being "tortured" with sexual pleasure. Though "Val" and "Sara" are actual people (as well as others who show up in later parts) all of the events are *quite* fictional. Please - feel free to comment and rate this story - there are more installments of approximately equal length already written - and more if enough people enjoy them. This story is inspired by, and dedicated to WomanChild - a Literotica contributor, and one who is wise, thoughtful, and sensual beyond her years. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it for her... (She is also my "editor" - Thanks!) ***** Part 3 "Let's get a better look at you Sara," Val said. With that he tugged slowly at the sheet, gradually pulling it off of her fully naked body. Sara realized now the significance of all the mirrors in the room. A glance at a mirror slightly off to left gave her a perfect view of her widespread legs and exposed pussy. She was fascinated and embarrassed at the same time as she realized that she was quite naked in front of a man she'd never met five minutes ago. She blushed a little, but to her dismay, her nipples stiffened with excitement – (she could see them in a mirror hanging from the ceiling!) Val had turned away from the table she was strapped to and was preparing something at the counter. He turned back toward her with a smile on his face - not one that looked mean, but rather like the cat who was about to eat the canary. She smirked at the thought - that it seemed she was the canary! He had a small black device in his hand - one that had a shiny metal piece at the end of it. "NO!" she whispered, "you ARE going to hurt me!!" "No, no Sara," he comforted as he touched her cheek gently. "This little toy is hardly so exotic - and I told you that I will bring you only pleasure." "Then what is that - thing?" she asked. "This," he said softly sliding a switch along the device's side, and causing it to emit a low buzz, "is a beard and moustache trimmer Sara - and though you have no beard or moustache, I find this cute toy very well suited to clipping off those curls covering the area I plan to pay a lot of attention to." With that, he rolled his chair around her right leg and settled into it, squarely facing her exposed pussy. She felt a twinge of embarrassment, along with a familiar feeling that sexual situations always gave to her. She felt his warm hands touch her mound, causing her to jump involuntarily. She then felt the gentle vibrations of the clipper being guided over her. She watch in the mirror as he expertly clipped her mons veneris, then gently slid the tool along both labia, removing all but the short stubble of her pubic hair. Standing, he rubbed his hand over her almost-shaved genitals, avoiding letting his fingers slip between her labia again, but making her hotter by the moment nonetheless. He switched off the clipper and moved again to the counter where she heard more movement of items and the running of water. He walked back to between her legs and said, "This may be a bit warm," as he spread a hot, wet washcloth over the area he had just clipped. "Now what?" she asked. "Why, a clean, close shave of course Sara. I find that not only does removal of all that hair give both of us a better view, but also add to the sensitivity of your sweet young pussy Sara." He gently massaged the area under the washcloth, making her squirm even more. "The hot water helps to soften the hair and gives us a closer shave," he said, rubbing his own face. "And don't worry - I've never cut a subject yet." He rolled a cart with a basin of hot water over between her legs and sat down again. He picked up a ceramic mug from the cart. "Coffee break Val?" she asked, looking just a bit curious. Val laughed, "Sure, gimme a hard time if you like." he replied as he filled the mug with steaming water, then emptied it into the sink. "OK, no, really - what the heck are you you doing?" she asked. He grinned, "I'd say you were too young to remember Sara, but actually, I'm too young too." "Uhhhh - too young for what?" He picked up a round brush with a short wooden handle from the cart and swished it under the steaming water. "Don't you ever watch old movies Sara?" As she thought, he flicked the excess water off the brush, then swirled it in the mug. "No idea Sara?" he quizzed. "Ummm - no, you got me." He smiled again, "Yes, I've got you alright, but that's beside the point." "Ha ha, you're a riot Val." "Thanks, wait 'til you get to know me." He grinned again, totally enjoying himself. "This," he showed the mug and brush, "is the way that men used to shave 90 or 100 years ago." He took the now foamy brush from the mug and applied it to Sara's close-clipped mound. "Oooohhhhhh!" she reacted to the pleasingly hot lather as he covered her pussy with the soft brush. "Mmmmmmmm - I could get to like this," she purred. "Oh really?" he smirked again as he teased her clit with the bristles. After he had covered the area between her legs with the hot lather, he rubbed it into her sensitive skin with his fingertips. Somehow, she got the impression that rubbing the lather in was just an excuse for him touching and stimulating her more. She was a little surprised to find her hips gently moving again in concert with his motions. He smiled at her again. "You are a very sexy, and very sexual woman Sara." "Uhhhhh," she replied, "you're no slouch yourself Val. Where did you learn to do this?" she asked, now shamelessly undulating her hips against his hand. "Oh," he smiled, "I read a lot." Just as she felt herself to begin cumming again, he stopped. She whimpered a little. "I thought you wanted me to cum Val, 3 more seconds and I would have!" she complained, though smiling as she did so. "Sorry Sara, if you came now, you'd wash all the lather away. - Now - I'm going to shave you - and I need your to stay still - do you think you can?" "Well, just go easy down there! I'm close to cumming already. - Besides," she grinned wickedly, "You yourself said that I wasn't in control of my body." He turned away again and picked up an object from the cart. She saw a bright flash over and over as he moved the object. He looked over his shoulder to see her watching, and obligingly turned a bit to give her a better view. She saw that he was holding the lower end of what looked like a wide leather belt in his left hand, and a straight razor in his right. "Yikes - you're kidding - right?" "Kidding? Why would I be kidding?" he asked innocently. "You're gonna shave me with - That?" "Of course, why not?" "Uhhhh - people get killed with those things." "Only in the movies Sara - I've been shaving with a straight razor for years. They demand a little more care, require a little more skill, but they are a classic personal care tool that men of yesteryear used with pride and handed down to their sons and grandsons." She inturrupted, "that's great Val, I guess what I mean is am I gonna get cut with that nasty-looking blade?" "Nasty-looking? I think I've been insulted." He indicated his own face. "see any cuts here? any nicks here?" She had to admit that his face looke closely-shaved, but quite intact for having been shaved with a meat cleaver. "Like I said - I haven't a subject yet." He began to glide the freshloy-stropped straight razor over her mons with deft, sure strokes. He put his left hand on her inner thigh to help stretch the skin tight - as if he need to stretch it much more with her legs spread so widely already. Every few strokes, he paused and rinsed the razor in the basin and went back to shaving her. By now, her arousal had vanquished her embarrassment, and that surprised her - but she was happy that at least she seemed to be in control of her emotions. He rinsed again and said, "Now hold very still Sara. I'm going to shave your labia, and I will be shaving over some very tender areas - I don't want to nick you." She felt his fingers spreading her labia again, and shielding her inner labia from the area he was shaving. A few strokes on each side, and she could see that he was just adding the finishing touches - though they were the most stimulating because they were in the sensitive valley inside her labia. She consciously willed herself to remain still as he finished. "There!" he said with a flourish and began to wash the lather from her with the hot washcloth again. Once again, he seemed to be touching her much more than he needed to clean her shaved area. "You really do love your job, don't you Val?" He smiled again, "Very much Sara - A woman's body is a thing of beauty, a wonderful machine that can give so very much pleasure to both herself and the man she loves." He cut short his musing and Sara made a mental note of his words. He put the rag into the basin and pushed the cart back behind him, gazing at Sara's shaved pussy. He ran his fingers gently over it, up one side and down the other. Sara bit her lip again. "So very nice and smooth," he smiled. "Your pussy looks really lovely shaved like this Sara, see?" he motioned at the mirror. She smiled as she saw the image of her hairless pussy, and moaned gently as his fingers slide over and over her mons and labia. "You know what's the best test of a freshly-shaved pussy Sara?" he asked her, his gaze both going through her and inflaming her. "No, what?" she mouthed the words with no sound escaping. He didn't answer, but rather began to gently kiss her left knee. She giggled as he slowly moved up her inner thigh. The he began alternating between left and right inner thighs - each gentle, wet kiss getting closer to her pussy - which was beginning to saturate and drip as she watched him, mesmerized. Closer, closer his lips made their way to her steaming slit. She could feel herself shivering with anticipation already. Just an inch or two away now, she could feel his hot breath waft across her freshly shaved labia as he made the trip between thighs. Suddenly, she felt her body stiffen with excitement as he kissed her directly on her smooth mons. Then gently down one labia and up the other. She shook with excitement as his lips inflamed her further. She could feel her inner lips getting hot and swollen with arousal as he drew nearer and nearer to them. She felt his thumbs spreading her labia even wider. He looked her in the eye and said hoarsely, "The proof of the pudding is in the eating Sara, and the test of a freshly shaved pussy is as well." He dipped his head again and her back stiffened as his tongue gently pressed against her throbbing clit. "Uhhhhh," she moaned as his muffled voiced echoed an "MMMMmmmmmm," as he tasted her seeping pussy. Their muffled voices made a sexy duet together as he slowly and carefully explored her whole pussy with his lips and tongue. He seemed to get to every possible spot - missing none - and seemed to know just what to do to best stimulate each sensitive area of Sara's quivering pussy. She moaned out loud each time his treatment sent a luscious sensation through her body. His ministrations were very effective - and very specific. He seemed to have a technique that caused her the most wonderful feelings depending where his mouth roamed. His lips seemed to "wrap around" her outer pussy lips, sliding from the base of each up to the top where they met above her clit. One side, then the other - she figured it was no mistake that his lower lip nudged her hard clit each time they slid up to the top of her labia. For her inner labia, he had a way of sucking them into his mouth and gently nibbling on them. She could feel him sucking them in between tightly closed lips, and each time he did, she moaned in pleasure. For the opening of her vagina - he seemed to first press his flat tongue against it, then slowly stick his tongue in as deeply as he could, making her back arch and press against his face as much as her restraints would allow. He moaned with pleasure every time his tongue discovered a new pocket of her sweet sexy juice - and it was a vicious cycle - his tongue, in the process of seeking out her juices - caused her to create more. Her clit got the most stimulating treatment of all. First he probed all around it with his tongue, the sides of his tongue touching it on all sides - making her writhe in pleasure and occasionally jump. She braced herself as he finished the circle around her clit - knowing that now he would focus in it directly - and she was already very close to cumming. She watched him lift his head briefly - almost as though he were studying how to proceed. He looked up at her and she could see how his face was covered with the slick juice of her excitement. She saw that the look on his face was one of genuine bliss - as well as the look on her face she imagined. His eyes had a dreamy, far-away look as he gazed up at her. She knew then that he wasn't kidding about enjoying his "work" - and at the moment, she adored his "work" as well. She was unable to look away as he lowered his mouth again to her throbbing pussy, she saw his lips form into an "O" and then felt them close around her stiff clit. She moaned and lay her head back and closed her eyes - she knew her was about to bring her to a very intense orgasm - and she relaxed as much as she could to enjoy him taking her there. She felt his lips wrap around her clit, his tongue gently flicking it, swirling around it. She let out a huge sigh as her body shuddered with pleasure. His mouth didn't concentrate on just her clit - that would be too intense - he seemed to quickly move over her whole pussy, again and again, up and down her inner and outer labia, tonguing her vagina, sucking and swirling around her clit. She was so close now, her back was arching up off the table, in spite of the restraints, she could feel her pussy starting to twitch and her hips beginning to buck. She wanted so much to reach her hand down and run her fingers through his hair and feel his head working against her - maybe even pull his lips tighter against her as she began to cum. Her arms tensed in the restraints and she began to moan out even louder as she felt her orgasm begin to well up from deep inside her. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she tried in vain to touch something at this time - her need for even more closeness. She wanted to touch her face, her breasts, her pussy - hold it open even wider for him. The table she was restrained to began to shake with her body as her orgasm came crashing over her in wave after wave of pleasurable spasms. Her mouth opened and a cry of passion came from deep in her throat as every muscle in her body stiffened with ecstasy. Such warmth and tingliness came from within her that she cried out loud and without self-restraint. His lips still wrapped around her throbbing clit as she came, wave after wave of heat sweeping through her shuddering body. She'd never had an orgasm while restrained before, and the sensations in her body were magnified by the tenseness of her muscles. He continued to lick and suck on her climaxing pussy as she slowly came down from her orgasm, keeping gentle stimulation going to make her orgasm last as long as possible - but not over stimulating her sensitive clit. Her breath came in deep, ragged pants now as she slowly relaxed and enjoyed the warm afterglow of such a huge orgasm. "OHMYGOD!" she panted out when she could finally speak. "I've never cum like that before!" She saw him rise up from between her legs and come to her side. He ran his warm hand over her stomach and breasts and bent down to kiss her hot, swollen lips with his slick, wet face. She kissed him back hungrily, tasting the juices of her orgasm on his lips, moustache and chin. "No - you never have cum like that before Sara, but I can assure you, that was just the beginning. One of many, MANY strong orgasms you will be having over the next several hours. Are you sure you don't want to talk now?" She grinned back at him, still panting, "Never Val - not after that - in fact, I think I'm going to enjoy this even more than I thought." He smiled at her and smoothed the hair from her eyes. "Yes, I know you will - and I will as well." ***** Don't forget to "vote" - and - send me feedback if you have feelings to share! Orgasm Torture Ch. 03 More of the story that follows Sara through her adventure of being "tortured" with sexual pleasure. Though "Val", "Sara", and "Rose" are actual people all of the events are *quite* fictional. Please - feel free to comment and rate this story - there are at *least* 3 more installments already in the can - and more if enough people enjoy them. This story is inspired by, and dedicated to WomanChild - a new Literotica contributor, and one who is wise, thoughtful, and sensual beyond her years. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it for her... (She is also my "editor" - Thanks!) ***** Part 5 "So," came a voice from the doorway, "How is Dr. Feelgood and his young lover?" the woman smirked as she strode through the door. She was about 5'3", shoulder length brown hair that was clipped "up" on the back of her head. Her clothes were the most unusual thing about her - starched white blouse, tight tan riding pants, high black boots. The woman was not remarkable looking, but fit and muscular, mid-forties she guessed. From the fit of her clothes, she also guessed that she had no underwear under the jodhpurs, and under the white blouse was a lacy demi bra - obviously intended to show off her full breasts. Sara's eyes were drawn to the woman's tight black gloves and riding crop she held in her left hand, tapping against her boot as she spoke. "What can I do for you Rose?" Val asked politely, but obviously a trifle upset about her attitude and the interruption. He dried his Sara-slicked face on a green surgical towel as he repeated the question. "Rose - what can I do for you?" She smiled sweetly. "Calm down Val - I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" she asked, knowing full well exactly what she had interrupted. "My my my - so this is young Sara, hmmmmm? Seems that Jones figured you would be able to get a few trade secrets out of her. I grant you this - she does look sweet." She slid her gloved right hand up Sara's leg from the ankle to the knee. "Now Rose," Val warned sternly, "You be nice to Sara - none of your nastiness!" "Oh relax Val! Just admiring your young lover here - and my gosh!" she exclaimed, "Your handiwork is marvelous as always! Look at this!" Her hand continued to glide to Sara's shaved pussy, and she gently rubbed her gloved hand over the smooth mons and slick labia. "Nobody shaves a woman like you do Val! When will you do mine again? Soon? Please!? I have such a hard time getting to all those tough places - and I usually end up nicking myself, and that really stings." Val smiled – even blushed, thought Sara. Rose went on commenting as she continued to feel Sara's shaved pussy. "You're very lucky you have Val, dear. He is a master - both at shaving women, and making them feel so - so marvelous!" "My GOSH!" she laughed, "I wonder if I looked so wonderfully lewd and sexy strapped to this table as you do dear! Val had me here for three hours one day dear - three wonderful hours....." She seemed to be reminiscing. Sara was sure she saw Rose's nipples stiffen as she talked. "Of course, Val may not have enjoyed the three hours he spent as my guest." She laughed a wicked laugh as she thwacked the riding crop against her boot with a loud snap. "Though I really can't say who made more noise that day." Sara looked at Val and he answered her question without further prompting. "Rose and I had a little bet Sara - whose torture was more effective. We both had a secret told to us and the other had three hours to extract it from them. Rose spent three hours where you are - and I spend three hours tied over a saddle rack in her interview room. Rose is a spanker, you see. Not really a fair contest - any woman can take cumming for three hours - in fact, I think most crave just that." "GOD Yes!" Rose exclaimed. "When can I spend another afternoon with you Val?" she cooed. "Tell you what - let me have your young lover for a few minutes. I'm sure I can drag a few juicy secrets out of her! Why, the way you have her tied like this," she said, sliding her riding crop over Sara's soft inner thighs and shaved pussy, "I could make quite an impression on her with just this crop Val." "NO Rose! - Don't you even think it!" "Calm down Val - just musing - with her sensitive inner thighs and that wonderful shaved pussy all nice and exposed like this, I could have her telling me anything I wanted to know." Her wicked smile came again. "Well, that's not going to happen here Rose!" "I know Val, just thinking." Sara felt her gloved hand still playing over her pussy - it felt strangely different to have a woman touching her like this. Exciting, gentle, forbidden. She tried hard not to move in response to Rose's hand - afraid to show she liked the feelings it was causing. She saw Rose smiling at her, then felt two of her gloved fingers slowly sliding into her sopping pussy. She bit her lip and let out a stifled moan as Rose worked her leather-clad fingers in and out of Sara's slit. "Careful Rose - only pleasure in this room - no pain!" Val warned again. "Yes, yes - I know," she answered, working her fingers in and out faster now. Sara had given up trying to hide her response - Val's tongue had inflamed her, and now this woman was bringing her to another orgasm as he watched. Rose's fingers were flying in and out of Sara's pussy now, and her thumb was bumping against her clit with each stroke. Sara's hips were bucking again as she felt herself going over the edge again. "uuuHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried out - thrusting her hips against Rose's gloved hand and cumming intensely once again. Part 6 "My Val – you may have been right! Sara here is quite the sexy young thing. She came for me so easily!" Rose exclaimed as she slid her slick gloved fingers from Sara's quivering pussy. She inhaled Sara's aroma, and then licked her juice from the black leather glove. "Rose – can you excuse Sara and I for a moment?" he asked bending near to Sara's ear. "Sara," Val whispered, "I want you to know that you will only experience pleasure while with me. I think Rose would like to have sex with you. Does that excite you? Would you like to? I'll stay here with you the whole time – but it's up to you." Sara thought for a moment, still panting from her last orgasm. She'd been excited by the thought of being with another woman – and as menacing as Rose could be, she found her especially arousing – to be touched by her, her authoritative demeanor, her intrinsic sexiness. She whispered to Val, "You'll stay with me though?" "Yes Sara, you're my responsibility – I won't let anything bad happen to you." "Then yes, I want to have sex with her." "OK – that might work in our favor – be quiet for a minute while I talk to Rose – trust me." He walked over to where Rose stood, still licking Sara's juices off of her glove. "OK – here's the deal," he began. Sara couldn't make out too much. He seemed to be bargaining with Rose. She seemed quite adamant at times, disagreeing passionately, the relenting when Val made a "take it or leave it" gesture to her. She finally saw that Rose seemed to agree to all conditions and was smiling and looking at Sara quite lustily. Sara thought that she saw a darker spot in the crotch of Rose's tan jodhpurs – she smiled as she thought she was the reason that Rose was so aroused. Val started walking back to Sara – then turned to Rose. "When was the last time you shaved yourself Rose?" "Well," she blushed a little, "I've been so busy that it's been weeks, no – two months since I have – it looks like I never shaved it at all!" Val grinned. "Actually, for my purposes – that's perfect!" "Why?" Rose sidled against him. "You gonna shave me now, here, in front of your lover, Dr. Feelgood?" she smirked. "No, Ms. Smartass," he joined her game, "I just think that BEFORE I do shave you, Sara might like to experience you unshaved." "Now remember Rose – Sara is my guest. She is to experience nothing but pleasure and arousal, and I will be watching to make sure you are nice to her. And go easy on her – you're her first woman." Val wheeled a platform over to between Sara's widespread legs for Rose to stand on so Sara could see her. "OK – have your fun Rose, but remember – be nice!" Rose gave him a half-nasty glance and stepped up onto the platform. She ran the flap tip of her ever-present riding crop over Sara's smooth-shaved mons – then flung it over her shoulder. Val and Sara both breathed a sigh of relief to see Rose relinquish her favorite spanking tool. Val whispered in Sara's ear, "If you want this to stop at any time Sara – just squeeze my hand, ok?" Sara nodded nervously and squeezed his hand right then as a test. "Never done it with another girl before dear, huh? – Well, I think you're gonna enjoy this quite a bit." Sara felt her juices beginning to flow just hearing Rose talk about what was to come. Rose stood on the platform, fully visible to Sara even in her lying position. She started removing her gloves by biting the tips of the fingers in her teeth and tugging each finger out one at a time – finally tugging each glove off and dragging it over Sara's shaved mons – then dropping them on the floor. She reached behind her head and took the clip holding her hair in place out – and shook her hair out of its "put-up" condition. It fell over her shoulders, softening her hard appearance a bit more and making her sultry eyes look even more aroused. Sara was feeling like she was starting to drip about now. Her gloves gone, Rose started to unbutton her white blouse. She quickly unbuttoned it, too excited to go slow, and tugged the tails out of her riding pants, exposing her white lace bra. She quickly shucked the blouse off of her shoulders. Sara saw that she was definitely a muscular woman – she had broad shoulders. almost as broad as some men – definitely a strong woman. Sara felt a ripple go through her stomach as Rose reached behind her back, and she realized she was about to take her bra off. Rose quickly slipped the bra down her arms, exposing her breasts to Sara (and the room). Sara couldn't help but notice that she had large, dark nipples that protruded about ½" when they were erect (which they were – quite!). Sara saw her hands slide down her chest - cupping her breasts. Rose looking her in the eye as she slid her hands down her stomach – hooking her thumbs in the waist of her jodhpurs. She kept right on sliding her hands down, pushing the tight, stretchy pants off her hips and bottom. Sara saw that she was, indeed, not wearing any underwear under those pants, and her dark bush of hair came into view as the pants rolled down her legs. Sara felt herself get even wetter as Rose alternately lifted her feet to slide her boots off and take the pants off the rest of the way. Rose now stood in front of Sara – fully naked and looking very aroused. Even from where she was, Sara could smell the scent of Rose's arousal, and it made her feel even more excited to know that she was so lusty. Part 7 Sara's stomach was doing flip-flops as she realized that something she'd always fantasized about was about to happen. Val leaned near her ear again – still holding her hand – and asked: "Still want this Sara?" Sara nodded nervously – wanting it, but being so nervous that she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Val whispered again in her ear, "There's a lot I could tell you about making love to a woman Sara – but I think I will let you discover it for yourself. Don't worry – I think you will enjoy it very much." He squeezed her hand again in encouragement, and she squeezed back. She felt a strange connection to this man – even though he was her captor, she sensed a genuine care and concern for her in his voice, actions, and demeanor. She looked in his eyes and saw a softness and affection that she'd only seen one place before – her lover's eyes. The association made her think for a moment, but seeing Rose stepping down off the platform drew her full attention. Rose was standing between her legs now, close to her, running her hands up and down the smooth, soft skin on Sara's inner thighs. She leaned up against the edge of Sara's restraining table, and leaned against her wide-open crotch. Her hips were pressed between Sara's thighs and she knew that Rose must be feeling the heat and humidity centered at her pussy. Rose started climbing up on Sara's table, stalking her like a cat would stalk her prey. She moved like a graceful lioness as she slowly climbed up over her, her hands and knees straddling Sara's body. Soon, she was directly over her and Sara was feeling paralyzed in Rose's gaze as she saw her lowering her head towards Sara to kiss her deeply and passionately. 'I've never been kissed by a woman like that,' she thought, as Rose's lips pressed against hers, her tongue pushing into her mouth as Sara opened her mouth to receive it. She tasted her own juices on her lips as she did. Sara was panting heavily with excitement as Rose lowered her body against Sara's. She ran her hands over Sara's shoulders and arms, then down to caress her breasts, tracing circles around her nipples and teasing them with soft pinches. Sara felt her nipples stiffening as she did so. She felt Rose's coarse pubic hair grinding against her smooth shaved mons as Rose toyed with her. Rose broke her lip lock and Sara and lowered her lips to Sara's ear. "I'm going to have you now Sara," she whispered to her, "or maybe you're going to have me." She grinned as she said it. Rose climbed up even higher on Sara's table, on just her knees now – Sara could see what she had in mind, and she expected it, though she was still very nervous about it. Soon, Rose had straddled Sara's face, and Sara had her first close-up look at a woman's pussy. She couldn't see much because of the thick curls covering her pubic area – but she could immediately smell the scent of Rose's arousal. Sara found that the heady aroma made her feel even more aroused herself, and felt an irresistible urge to taste the woman straddling her face. She lifted her head to meet Rose's furry pussy and stuck her tongue into the dark mass of curls. Rose responded immediately with an "oh my god!" as Sara tasted her first woman. Like her own taste, it was sweet and salty at the same time, with a quality that she could only describe as "incredibly sexy." Sara flicked her tongue up and down in Rose's wet, sexy slit and Sara noticed that her fluid was almost a creamy consistency and feel on her tongue. Very slippery – and she found the taste made her crave even more. Rose slowly lowered herself until Sara was able to rest her head on the padded table again. Rose held still as Sara's tongue explored her fur-covered depths. She slid her hands up her thighs and taut belly until she was cupping and squeezing her breasts while Sara's tongue filled her with pleasurable feelings. Her lubrication began to flow in earnest as Sara's tongue stimulated her. She shifted her position to bring her clit to Sara's tongue and her body stiffened in response as Sara found that hard nub of a target. Rose gasped in pleasure and stayed stock-still to allow Sara to continue to lick that spot. Rose slid her hands back down her body to just above her curls, then slid her fingertips through them to rest on each side of where Sara was licking. She reached down and spread her labia apart, giving Sara a better view of her inner labia and clit, but more importantly, better access to lick her – which she did. Rose began to moan as Sara's tongue flicked over her sensitive clit again and again. She was trying to hold her hips still in accordance with Val's directives – to be nice to Sara and not maul her this first time with a woman. Sara could see Rose's hard nipples pointing straight out and her large breasts gently swaying with each lick she gave her. Rose's juices were streaming down Sara's cheeks and her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now. Val bent to whisper in Sara's ear again, "You're about to find out that Rose cums in a very powerful way Sara." Rose began to moan loudly and bounce against Sara's lips a little harder now. She saw her spread her labia apart even further and saw the dark pink hue of Rose's engorged inner labia. Sara was having a hard time keeping her tongue in contact with Rose's pussy as she began to buck a little more each minute. Rose's cries were getting more frantic with each passing moment, and Sara was smiling – not that it was visible – to see and hear the profound effect she was having on this woman. She could see that Rose was very near to cumming, so she changed her tactics a little and wrapped her lips tightly around Rose's clit and began to suck and nurse on it while flicking it with her tongue. "OHMIGAWWWWDDDD!" Rose cried out as her body stiffened and shuddered. She let go of her labia and began to undulate her hips as she put her hands in her hair and surrendered to her imminent orgasm. A cry stuck in Rose's throat as she came powerfully, shuddering as a gush of her fluid washed over Sara's face. To her credit, she was able to swallow most of what entered her mouth while continuing to suck on Rose's clit. Rose convulsed three or four times before falling forward, panting, her breasts heaving in the wake of her powerful orgasm. Sara turned her head sideways to get a breath and swallow the rest of Rose's juice while blinking to clear her eyes. Val quickly dabbed off her face with a towel he seemed to have handy. As he dried her face he asked her, "How was that Sara – did you like it?" She smiled and let Val dry her face. "I did Val – I liked it a lot. I think that this isn't a good position to do that though!" He laughed and smiled. "Yes, especially, with Rose, one can get a little wet down there – but I didn't want to spoil your surprise by telling you too much." "Thanks," she snorted, coughing a bit, clearing her throat. "I did like it though – do you think she'll let me do that again?" They both looked at Rose, still half-straddling Sara's face as she recovered from her orgasm. "Oh," Val laughed, "I think she'll let you do that as much as you like Sara." Orgasm Torture Ch. 04 These are the latest parts of a story that follows Sara through her adventure of being "tortured" with sexual pleasure. Though "Val", "Sara", and "Rose" are actual people all of the events are *quite* fictional. Please - feel free to comment and rate this story - there are more installments already in the can - and more if enough people enjoy them. Thanks to all the readers who have sent such inspiring feedback! I'm so happy! (You like me, you *really* like me!) Please keep the suggestions cumming as well - after a few more parts - I have to actually *write* some more of these! This story is inspired by, and dedicated to WomanChild - a Literotica contributor, and one who is wise, thoughtful, and sensual beyond her years. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it for her... (She is also my "editor" - Thanks!) ***** Part 8 Sara looked over to see what Val was up to as Rose still was panting, recovering from the orgasm that she had experienced at Sara's tongue. She was on her hands and knees on the extended table that Sara was restrained to, Val seemed to be pressing a button on a stainless steel panel on the wall over his work counter. "Yes Sir?" an official-sounding voice came through the speaker. Sara looked at Val, and he merely gave her a "shhh" sign – his finger to his lips as he answered. "Who is this?" he asked. "Why it's Franklin sir, is there a problem Mr. Wilkinson?" "No Franklin," Sara could see Val was grinning a bit – like he was playing a bit of a joke on the man on the other end of the intercom. "Franklin, where are you?" Val asked. "Why Sir, I'm just outside your door at my station – are you *sure* there's no problem Mr. Wilkinson?" "No Franklin – just demonstrating our security systems for our guest. Franklin – do you have a sidearm?" "You know I do Sir, a Colt .45 automatic – standard issue." "Anything else?" Val quizzed. Franklin's voice went from concerned to a bit annoyed as he answered. "Yes Sir, I have my issue Taser and stun gun – like all the rest of the security personnel have." "Very good Franklin – one last thing – tell me what your directives are." Franklin sighed as if he had repeated the following line 500 times that morning. "My mission is to prevent unauthorized persons from entering or leaving the premises using whatever force is necessary, up to and including.." Val cut him off – "Thank you Franklin, that will do, sorry for disturbing you." Sara thought she heard Franklin mutter under his breath before the intercom clicked off, but the meaning of Val's conversation was not lost on her. He meant for her to know that she was a prisoner in this room, and that escape was unlikely – if possible at all. Val helped Rose down off the table and sat her in a chair while she regained her composure. Sara could se that her face was flushed and she was still panting from her orgasm. Val moved around to Sara's right arm and started removing the straps from her wrist and elbow. "What are you doing!?" She sounded almost alarmed. "I'm taking you off the table for a while Sara – you heard Franklin – even free to leave the room – you wouldn't get far." She looked even more puzzled. "Why then?" Val grinned widely. "So Rose can have a turn!" Rose shot to her feet. "WHAT!?" she demanded. "Now Rose – you know how much you enjoyed your last session on my table – besides, we need to shave you, and I think that Sara would really enjoy having you be the restrained one as she brought you to another orgasm or two – wouldn't you Sara?" Sara grinned as Val moved to the foot of the table and unfastened her ankles and knees. "Sara – don't move your legs too fast – after being stretched that widely open, you're gonna feel some muscles protesting for a few minutes." Sara slowly flexed her right knee – grimacing as she did so. She did feel a little 'stiff' even being as young and flexible as she was. Val hurried to unfasten her left side and to help her to a sitting position in another chair. He motioned to Rose, and she hesitantly stood and walked to where he stood at the foot of the table – she still looked uncertain – but allowed him to help her into position. "Sara – help me restrain Rose." Sara slowly stood as her legs adjusted to normal angles and secured Rose's arms as Val finished her ankles and knees. Rose eyed her hungrily, and Sara's gaze told her that she desired more of this sexy older woman. "Now Rose – you said you wanted to be shaved again – and that's exactly what I had in mind, but I wanted Sara to get a good look at you as I did it. Don't worry!" he said in response to a look Rose gave him, "I'll do the shaving Rose – you know it's only pleasure in this room – not even a razor nick is allowed!" Val hurriedly gathered his supplies and had Sara fill the basin on the moveable cart with hot water to shave Rose. "I also wanted to acquaint Sara with the female anatomy from a whole new angle – I knew you wouldn't mind helping out!" he grinned at Rose – she smirked back at him – partially trying to hide her excitement at the very thought of Sara exploring her. Val's clipper buzzed as Sara watched him deftly shearing away Rose's curly muff. Sara handed him a hot wet washrag to soak the stubble of Rose's pubic hair and then he moved toward Rose's torso. "Sara – see Rose's nipples, how they stand out when she is excited?" He reached out and gently caressed Rose's breasts and she arched her back to push against him. He moved to the other side of the table and motioned to Sara. "Go ahead – touch her." Sara cautiously reached out to caress Rose's large round breast and trace circles around her taut nipple with her index finger. She marveled at how her nipple got even harder, and the skin of her areola puckered at her touch. She was watching Rose's expression as she touched her, and saw that a soft smile had come over her face as she was being caressed from both sides, Val on her left breast, and Sara on her right. "A woman's nipples are very sensitive to stimulation Sara – why don't you see what happens when you kiss one." Sara grinned and Rose was having a hard time keeping her smile under control as Sara's lips moved to her nipple and started kissing and sucking on it. Her moans soon enough betrayed her enjoyment of the stimulation that she was getting. Sara's right hand moved to Rose's left breast as her lips pleased the right one. Val quietly moved to his position between her legs to continue Rose's shaving. Sara kept Rose so busy moaning and whimpering with delight that she hardly noticed Val whipping up the hot lather and brushing the fragrant shaving soap over her wet mons and labia. He smiled as he saw Sara enjoying her distraction as well, and carefully began to shave away all the remaining traces of Rose's pubic hair. Within 5 minutes, Rose was a smooth as a little girl. He was just blotting her dry as Sara looked up with a far-away look in her eye. He took her by the hand to bring her to where he stood. Sara stood between Rose's widespread legs, gazing at her shaved pussy and exposed nakedness like someone seeing a sunset for the first time. Val took her hand and placed in on Rose's inner thigh – getting her started. Sara ran her hands up and down Rose's smooth thighs – causing tingles to shoot through Rose's body as she did. She looked at Val and he nodded at her – as if to give her the "go ahead" to move on in her exploration. Sara softly stroked her hand over Rose's smooth mons, and traced along the plump lips of her labia – each light touch driving Rose mad with needy desire. Val stepped up again and guided Sara's hand. He showed her where Rose's sensitive clit was, showed her how it was erect and ready for stimulation, showed her how each motion against her labia transmitted this motion to her hard nub. Finally, with a mischievous grin on his face, instructed Sara to point her index and middle fingers out from her hand. The he took Sara's hand, and guided it 'til the tips of her fingers rested just outside of Rose's vagina. He paused a moment, then slowly guided her hand to slide her fingers deep into Rose's wet, slippery pussy. Rose moaned in response to feeling Sara's fingers, and Sara felt faint from the excitement of having her fingers deep inside this woman. Val grinned at her as he took his hand away. "Go ahead Sara – explore!" Part 9 Sara felt a grin creeping over her lips as she looked down and saw her fingers buried to the hilt in Rose's throbbing pussy and the thought of the effect she was having on her gave her chills of excitement. She looked over at Val – he seemed to be grinning as well, and, she thought – rather excited himself. She hadn't really noticed it before, but the thin scrubs he was wearing left very little to the imagination, and she could not only see that he was hard, but that several damp spots had formed at the front of his thin pants. Feeling Rose's muscles clamping around her fingers brought her attention back to the task at hand. Even though Rose's vagina was looser that her own, Sara could feel that she had very strong muscles that were gripping her fingers quite tightly. It almost seemed that Rose was beginning to get quite stimulated just from working her muscles around Sara's fingers. She began to stroke her fingers slowly in and out of Rose's pussy and heard Rose's sighs and moans as her arousal built. Val stood behind Sara and whispered in her ear, "Sara, there's a very special place in a woman's vagina called the G-spot – hold your palm up and feel with your fingertips as you bend them upward, like you're gesturing for somebody to come to you." Sara flexed her fingers like Val mentioned, and not only did she feel a rougher spot at the front surface of Rose's vagina, she also saw Rose react by arching her back and moaning loudly. Sara grinned even wider as she repeated the motion, feeling around to explore the size and position of Rose's G-spot. She noticed that it seemed to swell and bulge a bit in response to her attention, and Rose's arching and thrusting grew more frantic with each passing minute. "Slowly Sara – slowly..." Val coached, "You'll make her much hotter, much more ready and needy and wanting to cum – don't go too fast. Slow circles with your fingers on that swollen spot you feel... there.. that's it – yes! – look at her Sara – you're making Rose feel so wonderful – building her excitement gradually, bringing her to a wonderful orgasm." Sara looked at Rose, and it seemed her body was alive with motion – her legs were quivering in the restraints, her hips moving in time to her hand's motion, her back was arching, thrusting her large breasts toward the ceiling. Sara could see her nipples were erect and stood out like large pencil erasers, she could see the muscles in her abdomen and shoulders flexing and pulling against the restraints. Rose was gnawing on her lower lips, head tipped back and eyes closed, every so often, she would open her mouth wide to pant and look at Sara with fire of arousal in her eyes. "You're building up pressure inside her Sara – just like if you were to slowly stimulate a man." Sara noted that Rose's moans were getting louder, more desperate with each passing moment. Soon, she was panting out "oh...oh...oh..." with each in-thrust of Sara's fingers. Sara felt the muscles of Rose's vagina contracting around her fingers every couple of seconds. "OK Sara, now you're going to make Rose cum, are you ready?" Sara smiled broadly and hoarsely whispered "yes" to Val. "Do you want to taste her as she cums Sara? – I highly recommend it." Sara remembered the gush of Rose's juices over her face as she came the first time, and she was so aroused by the thought, all she could do is nod her head in reply. "OK – she's going to cum soon." He helped her get into position, bending down slightly and placing her mouth at Rose's pussy, encircling her clit, just above her working fingers. "Mmmmmm," Sara moaned as she tasted Rose's seeping juices. "There will be even more than there was last time Sara – you're intentionally causing her body to build up a lot of fluid that she will spurt as she cums – be ready for a good mouthful!" Sara sealed her mouth tightly around Rose's pussy as she continued to hump her with her fingers. "OK," Val interjected again, "now a little more pressure upwards with your fingers, and speed up just a little." Sara did as he said, and immediately Rose started moaning loudly and bucking her hips against Sara's mouth and hand. "Oh...My...GOD!!" Rose cried out and began to fairly vibrate with the force of her orgasm. Sara kept pressing and moving her fingers around her G-spot as she felt strong contractions in Rose's pussy. Rose stiffened, and then Sara felt – and tasted – a huge jet of fluid spurting from Rose's pussy directly into her mouth. In spite of her effort, she was not able to swallow it all fast enough and her face. Rose's pussy and buttocks, and Val's table were soaked by the sudden torrent. Sara straightened up, swallowing the last of Rose's savory juices – but had the presence of mind to keep her fingers moving in time to Rose's hips. Her back was arched up away from the table and her face and chest were flushed with a pink hue of excitement. Sara could se the muscles in Rose's neck rigid with tension, and aside from her initial outcry when she first began to cum, she seemed unable to make a sound. Sara kept up her slow circling until she saw Rose began to relax, settle back to the table, and finally, breathe again. She gradually slowed the motion of her fingers inside Rose and allowed her to come down from her climax. Val leaned over her shoulder, kissing her cheek, and whispered, "Your turn is coming Sara – soon." Orgasm Torture Ch. 05 Please - feel free to comment and rate this story - there are at *least* 2 more installments already in the can - and more if enough people enjoy them. Thanks to all the readers who have sent such inspiring feedback! Please keep the suggestions cumming as well - You people are reading them faster than I can write them! This story is inspired by, and dedicated to WomanChild - a Literotica contributor, and one who is wise, thoughtful, and sensual beyond her years. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it for her... (She is also my "editor" - Thanks!) ***** Part 10 Rose lay panting on the table as Sara slowly raised her head and showed her grinning, glistening face to Val – he smiled broadly at Sara's delight at her new skill of pleasing a woman. She had a far-away look in her eyes, but he understood completely – he imagined it was the same look he must have on his face after sampling an especially sexy woman – like Sara. Sara was still swirling her tongue and sucking Rose's juices off her lips as Val helped her to her feet. "I think that Rose would like to return that wonderful favor you just did her Sara, go on up." He helped her climb up onto the table so that she could begin "stalking" Rose as she did to her a few minutes ago. She trembled with excitement to be straddling Rose's restrained body, and she stretched herself out flat atop Rose, feeling her hard nipples pressing into her swollen breasts as she hungrily kissed Rose while grinding her shaved mons against Rose's. Sara lifted up a bit, keeping her pussy pressed against Rose's, but giving her hands room to access Rose's hard protruding nipples. She gently pinched them between her fingers, and was rewarded with a moan from Rose that encouraged her to squeeze a little harder. She added a rolling motion to her fingers while grinding her pussy against Rose's. Rose's reaction told Sara that she was already close to cumming just from the stimulation she was providing her nipples. Sara squeezed a bit harder still and Rose cried out in pleasure as she bucked against her and came a second time. While Rose still lay panting, Sara made the rest of the trip up to straddle her face, sitting up and lowering her dripping shaved pussy to Rose's mouth. She saw Val making a gesture that she should spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers, and she smiled and did just that before settling the rest of the way down onto Rose's waiting mouth. Rose emitted a loud moan and immediately began to lick and suck on Sara's wet, throbbing pussy. Sara looked up to see Val again motioning to her - he had his hands on his hips and was moving his hips around in small circles. Sara quickly followed suit, grinding her slick pussy lips and clit against Rose's swirling tongue. She looked down and saw a look of absolute delight on Rose's face as she enjoyed Sara's sweet pussy as much as Sara enjoyed her mouth. Sara felt Val's hands around her wrists, taking her hands off her gyrating hips and moving them behind her. She felt him place them on Rose's breasts, and after caressing them for a moment, her fingers returned to Rose's hard nipples. Rose moaned in response to her nipples being rolled and squeezed again, increasing her attack on Sara's pussy. Sara giggled as she noted that the tighter her fingers pinched those nipples, the faster her tongue flicked against her clit. She allowed one of her hands to trail further down Rose's taut belly until it reached her shaved mound. Rose responded by thrusting her pelvis up against Sara's hand. She allowed her fingers to snake down to her wet slit, and gently slide over her hard button of a clit. Rose jumped and moaned as her fingers slowly slid between her slick lips, and began to slide into her. Sara began to rhythmically pump her fingers in and out to the time of her hips grinding against Rose's mouth as the two women brought each other closer to orgasm with each moment that passed. Sara's left hand moved up to caress her own breast and gently pinch it's nipple as her right fingers continued to thrust hard into Rose's sopping pussy. She rode Rose's mouth hard and felt herself beginning to cum. She reached back with her left hand to find the nipple of Rose's left breast and began to pinch it tighter and tighter – trying to make Rose cum when she did. Sara's loud moan joined with Rose's muffled one as they both came together. Thrusting, licking, pumping, squeezing, cumming hard. Part 11 Sara slowly opened her eyes to see Val grinning at her as her vision cleared. She panted and felt her heart slow to a more normal pace, then slowly started to lift herself off Rose's face. Rose's tongue flicked at the air as if she wasn't ready to stop her assault on her young partner yet. He helped her off the table and sat her in a chair so that she could recover fully from her latest orgasm. As she sat, she saw that the bulge in Val's thin pants was right at her eye level, so she carefully reached out to caress it through the thin fabric. Val stopped what he was doing and stood still to allow Sara to touch and stroke his cock through the scrubs, and she saw it grow and stiffen even more as she did. She looked up at him - "I want you Val – I want your cock in me, in my mouth and in my pussy. Do you intend to make me cum that way as well?" He looked down at her and stroked her damp hair. "Yes Sara, I do – quite a lot. Would taking me in your mouth please YOU Sara? Because not all women enjoy that." She looked up at him with a dreamy look. "Yes, please Val – let me take you in my mouth….." She reached for red fabric drawstring that cinched the scrubs around his waist and began to tug on it. He grabbed her wrist. "Not just yet Sara – we have to finish with Rose." Sara let go of the drawstring with an audible "awwww" but gave up her approach for the moment. "Most women never get to see another woman the way that a man does Sara – never get to see what men find so magical and fascinating about a woman's body – how her body can open up to take a man deep into her. I think before we send Rose back to work, I'd like to show you one of the things I find so delightful about making love to a woman." Sara looked surprised. "You mean you're going to make me watch you make love to Rose Val!?" "No Sara," he smiled, "I only intend to make love to you – but I think you might want to experience entering a woman for yourself." Sara laughed. "That would be some trick," she said, reaching forward to stroke Val's stiff cock again. "I lack some of the basic equipment, don't I?" He laughed again, "Yes, I guess you do, but I think I may have something that will help. " He turned her to watch as he pulled one of the surgical drapes off of one of the carts against the counter. There was a fairly large selection of dildos and penis-shaped vibrators. Sara giggled, "Wow! – I haven't seen stuff like this since some girlfriends and I got brave enough to check out an adult bookstore!" He moved her closer to the cart and asked, "What would you like to slide into Rose's waiting pussy Sara?" She turned her attention to the selection at hand – they were arranged from small to large on the tray – from slim ones less than an inch in diameter, to a hulking monster that looked like it would be better for a female horse to experience. Sara let her fingers slide over a few of them, some smooth plastic, others a more lifelike textured vinyl – some with ridges and nubs, others with quite realistic veins and thicker cockheads. She selected one that looked to be about 7 inches long and a bit over an inch thick – but very realistically shaped. She held it up for Val's approval. "That one might be good for your tight little pussy Sara, but remember how Rose felt when you put your fingers inside of her? Larger, not as tight as you are – that one would feel good, but to give her the most stimulation possible, I think you should take this one." He selected and handed Sara one that looked like the "big brother" of the one she had selected. It was well over 10 inches long, and almost 2 inches around. Even as she felt it in her hands, its sheer weight made her eyes open wide. "This big Val? Will it fit?" "Oh yes, I know it will – I'd wager that Rose has had much larger things slid into her – remember, a vagina is very elastic Sara." Sara turned to Rose, who had been watching and listening quite attentively through the selection process. She saw the long thick cock in Sara's hands and smiled. "You gonna fuck me with that Sara? Good! I am so hungry for a good fuck!" Sara playfully flicked her tongue against the tip of the dildo's bulbous head. "I think you should have Rose get her 'lover' wet Sara," said Val. She knew what he meant, and moved to the head of the table. Sara dangled the thick cock above Rose's mouth, just letting her tongue flick against the tip of the fake cock. She rubbed the tip of it against Rose's lips, and as Rose opened her mouth to accept it, slowly slid the whole head of it into her mouth. She could see that even if Rose's pussy could take this entire monster, her mouth was already stretched quite a bit just taking the head. She pushed it in a little deeper, and Rose did her best to take in all she could – a few inches were all she could manage. Rose worked her lips around the massive cock for a few minutes before Sara pulled it out and moved back to between her widespread legs. Sara pressed the thick cockhead against Rose's glistening pussy lips, sliding it up and down to spread her slick lubrication around a bit and looked to Val for how to proceed. "Give it to her Sara," were his only instructions. Sara slowly began to push the large cock into Rose – the way that her lover had done with her those years ago – little by little – she knew that the feeling of having her pussy lips parted by a thick cock was one to be savored. Rose moaned as Sara did her work, slowly, little by little Sara worked the thick head of the cock into Rose's pussy until the head was fully inside. "Maybe you should move over here Sara," Val indicated a place by Rose's right hip. "It will allow you to thrust that thick dildo deep and hard into Rose's hungry pussy while your other hand is better able to pinch her hard nipples." Sara giggled as she realized that his lewd description was meant to further arouse Rose – just as it was causing the moisture to trickle down the insides of her thighs. Sara took the position he suggested and watched Rose's pussy open and accept the invader she was beginning to slide into her. Her gaze was transfixed as she pushed – seeing inch after inch of that long, thick shaft disappear into Rose's pussy – her slick lips spreading her own personal lubricant on the shaft as she did. She marveled at how the shaft tugged at her labia, and how they in turn sent the pulling motion up to the pink nub of her clit. Soon, she felt the top of her hand pressing against Rose's labia – and realized that she had slid 7 inches of that thick cock into her. Val watched and added, "She can take a bit more Sara – Give it all to her!" Sara moved her hand back and slid the cock a bit further into her. Rose's moans had been steadily growing – then when Sara felt firm resistance to the forward motion of the dildo, Rose moaned out, "Mmmmmm – therrrrrre's the spot that needed the attention…" Sara felt Val move up behind her, felt the hard bulge of his cock pressing against her bare bottom – she playfully ground her checks against his erection. He kissed her neck and whispered to her, "Let's give Rose a good, hard fucking so that you and I can get down to business, shall we?" His left hand slid down her stomach to finger her erect clit as an added emphasis that she couldn't ignore. She moaned out her agreement with his plan. His right hand joined hers on the base of the thick cock embedded deep in Rose's pussy and he began to guide her in the thrusting motions of fucking Rose. Together, they began to slide the thick cock in and out of Rose's sopping pussy – slowly at first, but gradually building speed and force. Sara watched as Rose's expressions went from anticipation, to wonder, to bliss to excitement as she and Val deftly stroked the thick cock in and out. Sara couldn't help but hear all the noises going on in that room – Rose's moans, the squishy, slurping sounds of the cock being thrust into her, Val's panting breath and occasional pointers in her ear, but the sound that was loudest to her was her own heartbeat and the sound of her blood coursing through her ears. She was beside herself with sexual excitement – sandwiched between the woman she was fucking with a dildo, and the man pressed against her back who had already made her cum several times that day – and promised to do so many more times. Sara's own needs began to seize her – she needed relief soon, and not from Rose. She needed to feel a cock – a real cock, deep inside of her, in her pussy, in her mouth – and she needed it now. Leaving Val's hand behind, she began to pump the thick cock in and out of Rose's pussy very rapidly. She pulled it out until the head began to show, then savagely thrust it back in as fast as it would go, in-out, in-out. Rose's moans and cries of pleasure were coming loud and fast now as Sara reached up to pinch her right nipple. Rose arched her back up and Sara could see the muscles in her legs and belly trying to thrust back at the dildo. Her moans quickly turned to an "oh, oh, oH, Oh, OH, OH!" and Sara pumped the cock even harder into her. She saw Rose's hands ball up into tight fists and the muscles in her neck stand out as her body stiffened. She felt the muscles of Rose's vagina clamping around the dildo, gripping it with surprising strength – giving the sliding motion a different feel as she continued to pump it into her. She saw Rose stiffen, and begin to shake in the throes of orgasm as she continued to pinch Rose's nipple and ram the cock into her. Her head was thrown back and mouth wide open though little sound escaped. Val whispered in her ear, "She's cumming for you Sara – does that make you hot?" Sara could only nod her affirmative reply as Rose's orgasm ran its course. Rose collapsed on the table and Sara suddenly worried that something bad had happened. "Don't worry Sara – sometimes after a very intense orgasm, a woman may even pass out for few seconds – it's perfectly all right. Let's start to unstrap her so that you and I can be alone, huh?" Sara didn't need to hear that twice. She slid the dildo out of Rose's now-relaxed pussy and laid it on the counter as she quickly joined Val in loosing Rose from the table. Rose regained her senses with the look and sound of someone waking from a brief nap and a very pleasant dream. "Oh my Gosh – that was wonderful," she said, beginning to sit up. "I think that you may have a good apprentice if you ever wanted to pass on the family business Dr. Feelgood." She grinned as she wobbled her way to a chair and sat as she tried to regain her strength. "Hmmmm – never thought of that Rose – you may have something there – and given me an idea or two." He went on, "But I'm in a bit of a hurry here, you don't mind if we get back together later again do you Rose? Oh – your clothes look a bit damp." He grinned. "Why don't you just grab a set of scrubs out of the cabinet there and I'll throw your stuff in with the laundry?" Rose actually seemed to blush a bit. "You mean I made my pants that wet in the 3 minutes I wore them in here!? – I guess I was more excited than I thought." Taking the loose-fitting green shirt and drawstring pants from the cabinet, she slipped them on. Val guided her to the door with a firm hand in the middle of her back. "That's good Rose, see you later." "Well!" Rose grinned, muttering a bit at the "bum's rush" treatment, "I guess I'd better leave you two to your 'work'- but I'll hope you'll have me back soon!" she quipped as she let the door click shut behind her. Val turned to see Sara, sitting on the edge of the table. "Dr. Feelgood? I have this little problem that needs your attention, do you think you could help me out with something?" She was grinning like a Cheshire cat again as he walked over to her. He pushed her knees apart and stood right against the table between her legs as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. She tugged on that drawstring again – no objections this time, and felt the loose scrubs fall down off his lower body. She grabbed his rock-hard cock in one hand, and his bare bottom with the other hand and moaned, "I need you now Val – please – don't make me wait any longer…." into his mouth as they kissed. "No lover, no more waiting," he moaned back. Orgasm Torture Ch. 06 These are the *last* parts (so far) of a multi-part story that follows Sara through her adventure of being "tortured" with sexual pleasure. Though "Val", "Sara", and "Rose" are actual people all of the events are *quite* fictional. Please - feel free to comment and rate this story! Your response has been wonderful - and very inspiring! I will try to get more written soon! (You guys are reading them faster than I can write them!) This story is inspired by, and dedicated to WomanChild - a Literotica contributor, and one who is wise, thoughtful, and sensual beyond her years. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it for her... (She is also my "editor" - Thanks!) ***** They kissed like lovers separated for 6 months, deep kisses, tongues exploring, panting, hands grabbing furiously, Sara took a moment to fairly rip the shirt from Val's back without losing contact with his lips. She could feel his hard cock throbbing in her hand. He moaned as she gently squeezed that hard shaft – but she was careful not to stroke him. She knew that will all the sex and cumming that she and Rose had the past few hours must have him incredibly aroused and near cumming already. She knew that the very act of laying back and parting her legs for him may very well cause him to be so close to orgasm that she worried that he could barely enter her before he released his pent-up store of hot, salty cum. A waste, she told herself, a waste she could not abide. She was so needy herself that the thought of an abbreviated coupling with him was very unsatisfying. Another hunger had been growing inside her this whole while. A hunger, a need to show Val that she was far from "conquered," far from ready to give up – or give in. She needed to show her power, her strength and resolve – and she would demonstrate it through her desire. She slid off the edge of the table into his embrace. "No Val," she hoarsely whispered in his ear. "You've been the puppetmaster too long already – and I think you know that passivity is not my strong suit." She pushed him back, kissing all the way, around the side of the table, around the leg support and into the "crotch" of the table. With a final kiss she pushed him gently back onto the table in a sitting position. "Lay down Val," she softly ordered him. He slowly lay back, more curious than anything else. She reached down and lifted his right ankle up to the table where hers had been earlier, and fastened the restraint about it. She bent down to take his left ankle and she felt his hand on her shoulder. Their eyes met, but no words came. His eyes asked questions of authority, trust, intent. Hers answered back with strong statements of assurance, resistance, and desire. He watched as she secured his left ankle, then turned to kiss him again, and to gently push him back into a supine position – the position he had put her in at the beginning of this adventure. She moved quickly around to each side and secured his wrists to the table, her eyes darting between his eyes, and his throbbing cock. She could feel the moisture fairly dripping from her hot pussy as she anticipated the treat she was about to reward herself with. She could see a small pool of Val's clear, slippery "pre-cum" forming on his belly under the tip of his hard shaft. She licked her lips unconsciously. Fully secured now, he made the matter-of-fact statement: "You know, if you could manage to escape here – leaving me like this – things would not go well for me." She laughed and tossed her long blonde hair. "I think you know very well that I have no intention of leaving here Val. You promised me an awful lot of orgasms – and I intend to have them, but first – I intend to be in control for a little while – and to enjoy you in the process." She bent to kiss him deeply again, then moved to the tall chair between his secured legs. "I've always wanted to have a man like this – captive, in my control, unable to deny me the time I needed to fully enjoy him – and I plan to enjoy you now Val." Her hands slid up his inner thighs softly, slowly until they came together around the base of his cock and balls. She gently cupped his hairy sack and ran her fingernails ever-so-lightly along the shaft of his throbbing cock. He could see a positively wicked grin spreading across her face as she raised his shaft to vertical, then bent forward to gently kiss a clear drop from the tip. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned as he licked his fluid from her lips. She tipped his throbbing shaft aside to access that puddle of heady liquor on his belly. Her warm tongue flicked out to lap up his juices, she moaned with each lick, shivers went through his body – half in response to the feel of her tongue against his skin, half at the sound of her desirous expression of pleasure. He felt another drop of his fluid sliding up the length of his shaft, and as it emerged, her lips were there, ready to roll them around, spreading that slippery juice along the inner margin of her lips, mixing with her saliva to create a slippery wet mix. He watched, mesmerized as she formed her lips into an "O" shape and placed them gently around the throbbing dark head of his cock. A gentle movement of her head moved her lips down over the head, coating it with their mixed lubricant. She looked up at him, fixed her gaze on his eyes as she started to slide her lips slowly down the length of his thick shaft. Moving slowly, ever downward, making each fraction of an inch of his cock disappear slowly into her hot, wet mouth. This was the stuff of her dreams – a desire dwelled on - but unrealized for so long. She concentrated on his cock as she kept her gaze into his eyes steady. Down, down her lips slid, his cock all but engulfed by her stretched lips. She felt the head of his cock beginning to touch the back of her throat, but she continued, relaxing her throat, slightly changing her position, the angle of her head and his cock, slowly sliding farther and farther. He moaned as her lips slid so wonderfully over spots no woman had ever cared to caress before. He closed his eyes momentarily to bask in the wonderful sensations she was giving – then opened them again to watch her efforts. She felt her lips come to rest against the thick base of his hard cock, and saw him let out a breath – as if he was trying to maintain his composure. She smiled – as well as she could with her mouth totally filled with his hardness. Now who was the master and who was the captor she thought to herself. She had him in her control – she knew it – and even if he wasn't strapped securely to his own table, she knew he would not have tried to leave. Her tongue played gently against the underside of his throbbing organ. She felt every twitch of his cock against the back of her throat. She had him right where she wanted him – not just as a matter of control, but one of pleasing herself – she'd wanted to feel his cock in her mouth since she'd first seen it bulging inside of his loose pants. She savored the taste, the heat, the throbbing manhood in her mouth – lips stretched tightly around it's thick base – right up against where it rose flagpole-like from his nest of dark curly hair. She thought to herself that she'd like to clip and shave his hair as he had hers – to feel the smooth base of his cock against her lips instead of the dense tangle of wiry curls. Later – she told herself – she had no patience for that now – she wanted more. Later, later – she'd tease, stroke, clip and shave the base of his cock, his hairy sack, the dark triangle that her nose was buried in. For now – she needed more – and she needed it now – she needed to feel that thick shaft sliding slowly in and out of her slick lips – and she knew that he needed it as well. She slowly moved her head up, back, slowly off of his now glistening-slick cock – but not all the way, No – she kept the soft sensitive head inside of her lips. She flicked her tongue over his sensitive glans – saw his muscles tense in response to the tingles she created that felt to him as if they originated deep inside him rather than from the tip of his swollen throbbing shaft. Her tongue probed the tiny slit at the tip of his cock, savoring the taste of his slightly salty lube, and coaxing more of it to be produced and delivered to her waiting mouth. She thought about what Rose had said – that she was his "apprentice" and how that thought made her even wetter between her thighs – she didn't look, but she was sure that her moisture was running down her legs at the thought. The though of spending more time by Val's side – or more correctly – under him – was making her mood even hotter by the second. Maybe she'd get to experiment with "torturing" Val more later – but for now – SHE had a need to be filled – and she didn't have the patience to go slow! She wanted something from this man she had spread-eagled before her now – and she set out to get it – with complete assurance that she would not be disappointed. She slid her lips more quickly down Val's throbbing shaft – and was rewarded by a moan of pleasure that he could not suppress. She grinned again – as well as she was able - as she began a steady rhythm of up and down on his throbbing shaft. Her lips coated and caressed every inch of his thick cock as she slowly alternated her motions – down – slowly taking his shaft deep into her mouth – all the way – until her lips were pressed against it's base. Then up – slowly pulling her mouth off of his cock – her lips clinging to it's thickness, tugging on the skin that covers it, her tongue pressing against it's underside, milking another couple of drops of his fluids from it's length and to her waiting tongue. Each cycle, her lips caressed the new spots that she discovered, drawing an audible sigh of pleasure from his lips, and a shudder from his belly. She wanted him so badly! She had to force herself to go just a little slower. She was so fixated on the reward that she would be extracting from his cock, from his body – the liquid pleasure from deep inside of him. She tried to balance her extreme need, her desire to make him cum now – knowing that she could have him again and again – yet wanting to savor every moment of his slick cock sliding through her lips. She concentrated on the feeling of his slick shaft sliding between her lips, her tongue gliding along the underside – and flicking and tasting the tip with each upstroke. She brought her hands into play, placing them on his knees, then slowly sliding the up his twitching thighs, up, up until they came together at the apex to his legs. She caressed and cradled the hairy sack of his balls – already tightening up against his body – signaling her that he was nearing orgasm. She slowed her movements a bit even as he moaned in response to her hands' fondling of his delicate manhood. She placed her hands around the base of his throbbing cock – having to move them back with each downstroke to allow her lips and nose to press against the base of his cock. Up further they softly glided, sliding up his flat belly and to his smooth chest – playfully pinching his nipples gently. His breathing slowed and deepened – she knew he was reaching the point of no return – and still – she wanted it so badly – but hated for this moment to pass by so soon. "Oh, Sara," he moaned softly "Oh, oh yesssss, yess Sara – I'm gonna cum…" She knew it without hearing it, but she grinned again to hear him say those words. She slid her hands down again – down over the tight muscles in his stomach – the muscles preparing for orgasm. Down over his hips, to the sides, to grab his ass as she sped her pace a bit now. "Oh – oh – Sara – I'm gonna cum Sara – I'm gonna cum in your mouth Sara…." She knew it – she wanted it, and had she not been so intent upon not missing a drop, she might have said "Yes Val, cum now for me – cum in my mouth – fill my mouth. I need your cum Val!" These thoughts raced through her head as she felt his cock begin to pulse and twitch – then swell, filling her mouth still fuller. "Oh baby – don't stop, don't stop!" he moaned out, his eyes closed in pleasure. She had no intention of stopping, of course – though that would be a torture, wouldn't it? She couldn't bear the though of that torture – it would be depriving herself as well as him. She wanted his cum in her mouth – she wanted it NOW! His first thick spurt erupted from his jerking cock, splashing against the back of her throat and coating her tongue with the musky, salty, heady flavor of his semen. She sped the movements of her lips over his cock now – shallowly – the near-purple head of his cock almost popping from her mouth at times. His second spurt shot full onto her tongue, and she swallowed it greedily down as she kept up the now furious bobbing of her head. She looked up to see Val convulsing in pleasure. Each muscle in his body was pulling against the restraints, giving him exquisite pleasure with each wave of his orgasm. She saw his head tip back as another jet of his cum filled her mouth, and another, and another. She held them all in her mouth now – wanting him to quite fill her mouth with his love potion. More spurts followed, threatening to escape at the corners of her mouth. She tightened her lips around his throbbing rock-hard shaft to receive the rest of his offering. A few more diminishing spurts pumped up through his cock now – the last of his pent-up semen was hers now. She slowed her motions – knowing that the head of his cock could not tolerate too much stimulation, but as she slowed her pace, she saw aftershocks of pleasure make him twitch and shudder with each wave. She kept up the slow movements until his breathing returned to normal. She held his throbbing cock between her lips as his eyes opened and he looked down at her – panting, sweating – grinning a grin that was unmistakably one of pleasure. "Wow….." he panted, looking at her, his cock still between her slick lips, "that was….. wonderful," he managed weakly. She slowly lifted her head up, letting his still-hard cock slap wetly against his belly. "You're still hard…" she commented – partly in surprise, partly in delight. "Yes," he said, "I'm too turned-on to get soft now." She grinned "Really?!" "Yup – I could probably stay hard for another 20 minutes or half-hour with all the stimulation I've had today." Sara grinned wickedly at the man strapped to the table, Val saw the look on her face and smiled back – albeit a bit nervously. "What are you thinking Sara?" he asked. She planted a soft kiss, then another on his throbbing cock. "Oh – just that since you are strapped down here, with this nice (kiss) hard (kiss) thick (kiss) cock here – with nothing to do…." She did her best imitation of Rose's "stalking cat" as she climbed up on the table with Val, her eyes locking on his, her mind clear in her purpose. When her lips were even with his, she kissed him, hard, passionately – as she pushed her knees outwards, lowering her hips, lowering her hot, wet pussy until it grazed Val's hard shaft. He felt the heat from her swollen labia as they cradled his throbbing cock. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned as her clit pressed against the hardness below. She held herself up on her straight arms and gently undulated her hips, causing her slick labia to slide up and down the hard shaft lying against Val's belly. "Ever been strapped to your own table and tortured Val?" she asked in a sweet voice – sweet like the witch asked Hansel and Gretel if they'd like a bite to eat. "No – what did you have in mind?" he asked as nonchalantly as he could. "Ohhh – maybe just keeping you here and enjoying that nice hard cock as long as it lasts." "Really…. And would you experience orgasms Sara?" "Yes, lots." He smiled, "I think that was my plan all along then Sara." She grinned at him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself forward to plant another wet kiss on his lips. On her knees, straddling him, his hard shaft nestled between the slick lips of her pussy, she raised herself partially up again – a little at a time – until she felt what she was looking for. That angle, that perfect angle that caused her swollen clit to come into direct contact with his throbbing shaft. "Mmmm," she whimpered gently. He watched as she adjusted the position of her hips slightly – bringing her pussy into even closer contact with his cock. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward and raising her head – all while putting sweet pressure against his cock with her clit. Her fingertips lightly grazing his chest and stomach now – she began a gentle rocking, just a small movement that slightly varied the pressure against her clit. Her hands moved from his body to hers. Upward and outward from her shaved mons – as though she was smoothing the hair that used to grow there. Higher – until her palms pressed against her stomach just under her ribs. Meanwhile, her rocking had evolved into a short sliding motion – up and back a fraction of an inch as her clit ground against the underside of his cock. She cupped her breasts now – her eyes fully open again. Val could see the animal fire in them, burning lust, carnal need as her hands slid up to gently pinch her nipples and roughly flatten her breasts against her chest. His eyes traveled down her stomach – to see her hips moving her sopping pussy lips up and back on his cock. She added a "twist" at the end of each end of her stroke now, fairly riding his cock as she might ride a horse. She felt the heat in her breasts, her skin as she abandoned herself to her needs. The time, the place – no longer mattered. Any cares or concerns of modesty, concern, even fear were gone – forgotten – burned away by the flames of desire burning in her neck and cheeks. She slid her hands up to feel that heat now as her eyes remained locked on Val's. Beads of sweat began to cover her forehead and her chest as she felt her temperature rise steadily by the second. She looked down to see Val's cock as she slid her hips up and back, a small pool of her nectar giving the whole area a glistening sheen. She licked her lips as she took in the view of his swollen, purplish head that she had just taken deep into her mouth, her labia coating and recoating it with the juices of her excitement. She was ready – ready to have her craving satisfied, ready to have that swollen head deep inside of the very center of her desire. Sara rose up on her knees a bit, reaching down with one hand to aim Val's cock skyward, while using the other to part her engorged labia fully. She slid his cock fore and aft a bit as she slowly lowered slightly – positioning its head at her dripping opening. Lowering herself a bit more – she felt the welcome stretch of her pussy begin to accept his thick cock inside of her. Steadying herself with hands on his chest, she lowered herself slowly, fully onto his throbbing shaft. Orgasm Torture Ch. 07 to my patient fans - sorry for the very, very long delay - life just seems to demand my attention and it takes away from my writing time. Enjoy, leave feedback - more is coming. PV ***** Sara rose up on her knees a bit, reaching down with one hand to aim Val's cock skyward, while using the other to part her engorged labia fully. She slid his cock fore and aft a bit as she slowly lowered slightly – positioning its head at her dripping opening. Lowering herself a bit more – she felt the welcome stretch of her pussy begin to accept his thick cock inside of her. Steadying herself with hands on his chest, she lowered herself slowly, fully onto his throbbing shaft. Dreamily, she shifted her gaze to his face – it had been a few moments since she had focused on more than the hard cock buried deep inside her pussy. Now she was cognizant of the whole man she was using for her pleasure. What a turn of events! Sara thought, here she was kidnapped, stripped, threatened and violated – and her thoughts we of sex and pleasure and lust. It was more than most women her age could have dealt with, but strangely, Sara felt more aroused than ever before in her life. She looked down at Val, secured and helpless, but his cock as hard as could be. "So Val, looks like the shoe is on the other foot," she cooed at him. "I love your 'shoes'," he joked. "Oh?" she quizzed, he hips gently starting to rise and then settle onto his stiff pole. "Mmmmm yes – why would I not?" He was right – dammit, she had to admit. As much as she was enjoying gently 'riding' his hard cock, it's not like she could be having all the pleasure of this coupling. Still, she didn't mind, she was feeling the need for sexual pleasure, and that didn't mean that he wasn't allowed to enjoy this as well. She leaned forward and braced herself by putting her hands on his chest. A wicked grin came over her face as she slid her hands down to caress, then suddenly pinch his nipples. "OW!" Val objected. Without breaking her rhythm, Sara gave her best impression of being surprised. "Is that too rough for you lover?" she asked seductively. Her terminology took them both by surprise, but she seemed to realize the appropriateness of the title and smiled as she realized it was essentially true. "Aren't you my lover Val?" Enjoying the feelings her ride was producing in his loins, Val hesitated a bit before answering. "MMMMMmmmm, I thought I was your captor and tormentor." Sara rose up and settled down on his hard cock several times before she took the time to answer. "Looks like I'm the captor now Val. Feel like arguing the point?" she asked, glancing at his bound wrists. She continued her slow up and down ride, deliberate and unhurried, his hard throbbing cock alternately massaging her labia, and pushing deep into her. The squeezing of her vaginal muscles held nearly all of his attention, so a dreamy "No Sara," was all the answer he could manage. Sara was enjoying her slow ride as well, true to his prediction, Val's cock was remaining quite hard, and Sara was enjoying the slow pace she was setting. She enjoyed being in charge, and being able to direct the pressure and friction exactly where she wanted it. She found herself approaching another orgasm much more quickly than she was used to. She couldn't help but speed up her pace a little, it just felt too good to resist. A bead of sweat trickled down between Sara's breasts as she rode her restrained tormentor more urgently now. Her fingers still alternately pinching his sensitive nipples, and grasping his pecs as she used his chest for leverage and balance. She grinned wickedly as she contemplated her enviable position – not only being able to control the speed and angle, assuring that there'd be less chance of Val cumming before her than if he was controlling the movement, but also that since he had already cum once already, his second orgasm could take much longer. Sara moaned to her captive steed, "I hope you know I'm going to ride you until I've had my fill Val." "That was my plan all along Sara," he smiled back, wincing a bit as her enthusiastic pinches to his nipples bordered on pain. She changed her movement to one more forward and back than up and down, pressing her swollen clit hard against the base of his still-hard cock, and she felt an orgasm closing in on her. Leaning forward more now and bracing her hands on his shoulders, she began to thrust her hips down and forward harder and faster, causing her to bite her lip. Val bit his lip too – more because Sara's motion was actually a bit hard on his cock – still great feeling – but she was definitely getting the stimulation she wanted at the cost of his comfort. Even with the rough riding she was giving him, he grinned – after all – he wanted her to cum. "Yeah Sara, ride that cock hard," he moaned out. Sara could only moan in agreement as complied with his encouragement, driving her hips forward with hard thrusts that caused the base of Val's cock to massage her labia and clit. "MMmmmmm, ohhhh, yessssss," her breath came in ragged monosyllabic pants and breathy gasps. Val fairly grimaced as her fingernails dug into his chest. Sara was cresting the peak of her orgasm mountain, and all of her attention was focused on the area where her pussy and Val's cock meshed together. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, OH!" She cried out as the last couple of thrusts pushed her over the edge and the muscles in her vagina clamped down on the hard cock she was riding. Her body shuddered as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her long hair hung down her naked back, almost reaching the top of her bottom. Val admired her firm breasts thrust out above him, out of reach of his mouth unfortunately, but perfectly round and smooth, her nipples standing out like twin raspberries surrounded by puckered pink areolas. He stoically endured the pain of her orgasm-induced viselike grip on his pecs as she convulsed in pleasure for a few more seconds. After a few aftershocks of pleasure caused her body to twitch and jerk as her orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes, smiling down at Val, and realizing that she had been so lost in her own pleasure that she had gotten a little carried away in her ride. "Sorry," she quietly laughed as she released her grip on his chest, "did I hurt you?" "No, not really," he lied, "I loved watching you cum again." "The pleasure was mine – really." She laughed huskily. Sara reached down with one hand to explore the area where his cock and her pussy met. "Oh my god – you're still hard!" She beamed as her other hand reach behind her and down between his widespread thighs. "Yum!" she cooed as her fingers wrapped around his balls, drenched in her juices, and looked down at him devilishly. "I'm not going to waste this hard cock!" She leaned down to plant a wet, passionate kiss on her torturer, pressing her hard nipples against his fingernail-scarred chest. She bounced her hips a few times, unable to resist the feeling of the hard cock still buried deep inside her. Sara reluctantly disengaged herself from that hard cock to stretch up to unfasten the straps around Val's wrists, then balancing carefully to turn and undo the straps around his ankles. Whether she intended it or not, Sara gave Val a completely exposed view of her glistening, swollen pussy and widespread thighs as she worked to free his ankles. Val's cock ached with pressure as the sight of her high state of sexual arousal was displayed so openly to him, and he had a sudden urge to plunge his hard cock into this young woman again – for his own enjoyment and pleasure this time. Wanting exactly the same thing, but completely for herself, Sara finished freeing him and hopped down off the table, and moved over to the counter against the wall. "Get over here – now." She fairly ordered him as she bent over and leaned on the counter, spreading her legs wide. She turned her head to see Val getting off the table and moving over to her. Impatiently, she called back over her shoulder. "Get over here and fuck me Val, now!" She arched her back and raised up on her toes, displaying her openness to him even more obviously. "Fuck me Val, please." She hoarsely whispered. He stepped behind her, placing his hands on her waist and bring his cock within inches of her swollen pink pussy. "With pleasure Sara," he grinned wickedly, and drove the full length of his aching cock deep into her tight, young pussy. Orgasm Torture Ch. 08 I really must apologize to my appreciative fans -- both the long-suffering and new ones. I'm overwhelmed with your response to my little yarn and really wish I had been able to get you more chapters sooner. Like most of us, work and "life" sometimes get in the way of more entertaining activities like reading and writing Literotica stories. I can't promise to deliver more on any kind of reliable basis, but I hope this offering will be a satisfying "fix" until I can get more out to you. I love reading your public comments -- I didn't realize so many comments had been made! I hope you'll feel free to send me some as well. I will reply to ones with e-mail addresses. Who knows -- if you give me a good idea, I may even write YOU into the story. At any rate -- enjoy -- but do keep in mind that this is written for "Sara" -- but I don't think she'll mind if they excite you too. ****** "Oh Gawd Yes!" Sara gasped as he cock filled her again, even more fully than before. Val smiled, not only at the obvious pleasure of having this young, willing woman for his sexual pleasure, but also that her response to his "torture" was just what he had planned on and hoped for. To say that he "loved his job" was a profound understatement. "Ready to talk yet Sara?" he asked in his most sinister voice as he tightened his grip on Sara's waist and drove his cock into her even harder. "Oh my gawd.... Yes, I'm ready Val..." she panted, laying her head and chest down flat on the counter, giving him an even better angle to take her deeply. "You are?" he asked, surprised, but not enough to lose a stroke in his attack on her inflamed pink pussy. He drove into her hard and deep again. "OH!" Sara gasped, as she was penetrated to new depths. "Well?" he asked, driving into her even harder. "Oh my gawd.... Yes Val, I'm ready to talk." She moaned weakly as his thrusts almost knocked the wind out of her. "Tell me Sara. Tell me what I want to hear..." he coaxed softly as he fucked her hard. "Fuck me Val, Fuck me hard." She panted. "That's all?" he quizzed, still thrusting deeply into her. "That's all I have to say now.... Oh yes.... Fuck me..." she moaned as he drilled her. He grinned, not expecting her to be ready to tell him any secrets yet anyway. "Oh yes. I'll fuck you Sara -- like you've never been fucked before." He promised, giving her a hard thrust to accent each word. He reached forward, taking her wrists from the counter and putting her hands behind her back. He pinned her hands against the small of her back and held them there, pressing her body flatter against the counter, arching her back and rolling her hips to open her still further. "I'm gonna fuck you 'til you cum Sara, again and again. You're mine. Your body is mine. Your pussy is mine. Your soul is mine. You'll do whatever I ask, tell me whatever I want." His hips thrusting drove the words home as they drove his cock home -- deeply into her with each thrust. Sara was unable to reply. His cock seemed even bigger than before and he was impaling her with it again and again. Her mouth gaped open as she breathlessly received the pounding thrusts. Unable to steady herself were her hands pinned behind her, each of his thrusts drove her breasts and sensitive nipples against the countertop. She truly felt as if she was being "taken" -- completely under his control -- almost brutally -- and she was loving every moment of it. Her head spun under the attack of his cock on her pussy -- on her soul it seemed. It seemed they were directly connected -- and that Val had indeed staked a claim on them both. Sweat tricked down Val's chest as he put all of his strength into thrusting into the sexy young woman pinned to the countertop before him. He grunted with the effort of each hard thrust of his cock deep into her wet pink folds. He admired the sight before him, and especially seeing his cock driving in and out of her engorged pussy. He enjoyed seeing her open for him, presenting her pussy to be taken by him, asking him to fuck her. He grinned and renewed his passionate attack on Sara's helpless body. "Oh my gawd...." Sara panted out again as his thrusts brought her closer to orgasm. She tossed her head with each thrust, her hair often covering her face. All thoughts left her. Nothing seemed to matter anymore -- her whole world was between her legs and her focus was on that small area of her body. Her face and breasts were pressed and ground against the counter top and her legs were cramping from the position, but she ignored everything except the intense but very welcome assault on her pussy. Val sensed her nearness to climax and urged her on. "Cum for me Sara. Give me your orgasm, surrender to me. You're mine, cum for me Sara." His hips sped up and his cock pistoned rapidly in and out of her. "Oh, Oh... Yes... oh, cumming.... " Sara threw her head back and gave a low moan as her body convulsed with ecstasy. Val held his shuddering victim down against the counter as her muscles clamped down on his cock and her juices flowed from her spasming pussy. He continued to thrust as she experienced yet another intense orgasm that left her body and mind completely spent. Sara went limp and laid motionless on the countertop. Weak with exhaustion, she lay there panting, sweating, dazed and unable to focus her eyes. Val slowly slid his still-hard cock out of her dripping pussy, released her wrists -- they limply dropped to her sides. He stepped back and enjoyed the view before him -- Sara laying over the counter, her upper body supported, her bottom at the edge, her legs spread wide with her feet on the floor. Her clean-shaven pussy was pink, glistening, and engorged at the inverted "V" where her thighs met. Her swollen labia gaped open slightly where his cock had just been vigorously thrusting. Trickles of her moisture mingled with his semen slowly rolled down her smooth inner thighs and a few larger drops seeped from between her open labia and clung there for a moment, then dripped onto the floor. He admired the shape of her bottom and thighs so lewdly displayed for him. His cock -- still erect -- throbbed as he gazed on the sight. He contemplated taking her again -- right there -- but even though he was still hard enough to penetrate her again, even he had to admit that he was getting a little sore and he was still panting from the exertion of driving into her so hard. He let her rest for a moment as he washed and toweled himself off, slipped into a fresh set of green scrubs, and contemplated the next phase in Sara's torture by sexual pleasure.