[IceMaiden]

Hallie tossed fitfully. It had been several hours since the woman had left her alone, free to enjoy the constant stimulation from the toys. She'd fought back so many orgasms that she had lost count of exactly how many what seemed an exceptionally long time ago. The constant pressure was driving her insane, the sensations becoming more and more torturous as time passed by and she wasn't sure how long she could keep fighting them back.

Several times she'd attempted to free her hands in the hope of removing the toys and allowing herself some relief just for a few minutes, always to no avail. She felt another orgasm approaching and desperately fought it back. She could feel her heart beating faster, feel the enormous effort she poured into each and every muscle in order to successfully push it back and when she succeeded once more she breathed a sigh of relief and waited for her breathlessness to pass. This was becoming downright exhausting.

She'd never realized how much effort it would take to hold herself back from the pleasure she craved and she was quickly becoming spent in every way possible. She desperately craved for some water as she felt the sweat rolling down her body from her forced exhaustion. She was beginning to wish either of her captors would return, as she silently thought about the other forms of torture and pain she'd readily take if it meant she would receive a break from this specific style of cruelty.

The thought of just riding the orgasms out had crossed her mind more than once, always to be shoved back into the furthest corner of her mind as she reminded herself that she could indeed be, and most probably was, being watched. She didn't want to experience another lashing for disobeying, the pain from the original one was still very fresh and in the forefront of her mind.

Her body tensed and she noted with frustration that the impending orgasms were becoming closer and closer together. At first she'd easily been able to fight them back given they were coming every twenty minutes or so but as time passed they were beginning to become more frequent and the last two had been less than five minutes apart. How long could she continue fighting them successfully? More to the point, did she even want to?

She admitted to herself she was worried about what would happen if she came without prior permission but the longer the torture continued, the less she began to care. Her entire body was crying out for release and she knew without touching she'd long since passed the point where she could focus on other things in order to lessen the frustration and arousal. Now she was permanently wet and desperately craving those orgasms that were explicitly forbidden.

As the thoughts flitted through her mind, she almost didn't realize she was once more on the verge of coming until it was too late. She attempted to squeeze her muscles together in the hope of preventing it but she was far too late, she hadn't caught it in time and shudders ran up and down her body as she finally experienced the thrill of orgasm. Her mind was hazy as she tiredly noted that the orgasm lasted much longer than any other had ever done and she wondered it if was because she had fought it back for so long. Regardless of the reason, she didn't really care, the pleasure felt way too good. Her body twitched and shook and after what seemed an eternity she came down from her high, her body still jerking uncontrollably from the pressure still being inflicted upon her now most sensitive spot. It took her a few seconds to register the words, so lost was she in her hazy world of arousal and pleasure.

"Shame."

Male voice. Or to be more exact, a disapproving, angry and disappointed male voice.

"Bad girl. You were warned explicitly. Now you'll have to pay the consequences."