by J Beresford
“It’s okay sweetheart,” came the consoling female voice to her left. “We are going to make you feel amazing for the study. Just relax,” she assured, before again re-joining the other on Andrea’s right in nibbling and licking down and under her neck and upper body.
Andrea’s mind was blank with desire, unable to protest, while the fingertips continued to flitter along her legs and inner thighs. The sheer number of hands and fingertips were lost in a haze of sensations; she had never felt so utterly bewildered and turned on at once.
Warm and astonishingly soft hands curved around her heaving breasts, fingers clutching around those soft curves so sensually. Her breasts seemed to ache with longing for more. She was certain that the fingers which slid up and down her cleavage could feel her heart stuttering quicker.
‘Please touch me more!’ she wanted to cry out as her chest was fondled more, fingertips circling around her nipples but not touching them. She fought the urge to indicate her desires, yet the fingers teasing along her thighs made it so hard for her to not rock her hips in desperation.
It was a losing battle with her own body after mere minutes of this attention, spurring Andrea to speak up. “Please, how much more? What do you need to know now?” Even that quiet roundabout admission of need cracked her will; her hips started to sway ever so slightly, her body wanting more and more.
The reply came from the male between her legs, just as he slid a lone fingertip up between her legs as he moved it to her navel, making her gasp and jump.
“I see you are exceptionally aroused. That is perfect, as we want to see just how far we can push you.”
His answer made the helpless girls head swim with questions, but she could not find words as the many fingers suddenly increased their exploration of every inch of her body. The lingering touches lit up her skin everywhere except her most delicate areas; her nipples and sex throbbed like never before.
Her entire body writhed as the hands caressing her were joined by more pressing lips; along her tummy, across her chest, along her legs and thighs. Tongues soon followed, sliding along her soft, warm, succulent skin. Andrea sighed and moaned gently as a pair of soft, slippery tongues circled around her nipples, daringly close yet never quite touching them, no matter how much she swayed her own body towards them.
“Please, why?” The mindless question rose from her last vestiges of reason.
She received no reply. Instead her question was met with fingers tracing along the front of her panties, making her hips sway in longing for them to just move an inch more, to touch her mound which was so clearly swollen and on display in the tight white panties. The fingers trailed up and down over the fabric with utter precision, never quite pressing to her soft lips, but getting so close it was agonising.
Andrea did not care about anything in those moments except for them to touch her sensitive parts. Just then, one of the female voices whispered gently in her ear, the tone so seductively wicked and hungry like a predator addressing its prey, ready to pounce.
“We’re going to keep you on the brink of pleasure.”
Before Andrea could respond, oil was being drizzled over her near naked body, the hands all over her smothering it around every crevice and curve, though still avoiding that little patch between her legs. The silky, smooth, oily sensations over her made the helpless girl writhe and breathe heavily, her lust completely taking over her senses, drowning her in sensation. The hands slipping and sliding all over made her back arch in pleasure, allowing fingers to slide under and trace along the curve of her spine; Andrea shuddered in arousal, knowing she was helpless, but still twisted and turned against the restraints hopelessly — for a second she wondered whether being helpless was what turned her on even more.
‘Oh fuck! Please just touch me, finger me; make me cum!’ her mind was trying so desperately for her mouth to utter.
The writhing girl’s body was shimmering; the wet sounds of oily hands massaging her did little to mask her heavy breathing. Although her breasts felt so wonderful to be massaged all over in such an oily caress, her nipples went still untouched, so erect it was almost painful. The girl, so utterly on display, was too aroused to even care that her panties were so visibly wet; in fact, she could not remember her pussy being this wet before. The fingers that were tending her inner thighs were making her throb without making contact with that special little area. While the eyes of those around her savoured the wetness of her white panties clinging to her swollen lips, they still made no effort to give it more attention.
“Oh god…please…my body is on fire,” Andrea finally managed to say, but to no answer. The only reception was that now lips and tongues began tracing more closely to her delicate areas; two mouths tended to her breasts, each licking and nibbling in circles around her nipples, while two mouths on either side of her thighs nibbled and licked along the line of her moist panties, toying with her cruelly.
“Please… more!” she exhaled as her moaning increased every time the tongues curled and met just above her apex. ‘I can’t take this teasing anymore,’ she internally cried out.
Suddenly her hips bucked as a finger gently brushed up and down the front of her panties. A single fingertip pressed unbearably delicately up and down the wet fabric, tracing along the slit between her swollen pussy lips and sending hot surges through her body. It may have been minutes, but it felt like hours as this unyielding dedication to teasing her continued; coupled with the constant licking, nibbling and massaging of her hot, oily body, Andrea gave in.
“Do something more! I’m so horny, just let me cum!” The words were practically yelled out, unable to put up pretences anymore; her walls had been broken down.
Instantly she heard the snip of scissors and felt the waistband of her panties parting; the fabric fell open, the final barrier of nakedness. In any other circumstance she’d be beside herself, outraged that she was naked and exposed, but as the girl lay there so utterly, beautifully vulnerable, her mind was solely on the thought of releasing all her sexual frustration, to have never before been so desperate to cum.
Any further demands for sexual release were muted as female lips pressed to Andrea’s, the woman’s hair falling along the trapped girl’s shoulders as their lips locked together. The tenderness of the kiss was fuel to Andrea’s sexual fire, making it rise further as their tongues began swirling around one another’s. This moment did little to hold Andrea’s attention though, as suddenly her now overly sensitive body was being lavished with the sensation of paintbrushes gliding around her. She moaned into the mouth that kept her from crying out in frustration; nothing had ever felt so torturously erotic. Being kissed so sensually, as soft tipped paint brushes worked over her body, tickling gently along her sensitive folds, made Andrea squirm and pull on the restraints in desperation. The soft, oiled bristles were methodically brushed around her most sensitive areas so cruelly; they circled around her areola, just barely darting around the stiffened peaks, while between her legs brush strokes eased slowly up and down the delicate petals of her sex.
Andrea bucked and wriggled her hips to get what her mind screamed for, every moan and attempt to cry out muffled by the seductive mouth.
Her pussy was dripping wet, glistening every time her lips were brushed softly, yet never enough to push her over into the deeply burning release she craved.
The moment the kissing stopped Andrea took the first chance to scream out.
“STOP TEASING ME, I NEED TO COME…pleaaaaase!!” her desperate plea resounded, but the only sounds in return came from the humming of the scientific equipment around her, as if scanning her.
Her body was shining wet as sweat mingled with the oil, looking like a surgical procedure as her helplessly restrained body was surrounded by the scientific team as well as scanners, all attention dialled in on her writhing, moaning, squirming frame.
‘I have to cum, I HAVE TO COME!!!’
“MAKE ME COME, PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU!” The throbbing, pulsating fire in her loi
ns could not build any longer, like a dam fit to burst.
Suddenly, her pussy lips were delicately spread open with calculated fingertips as her clitoral hood was slowly peeled back, making Andrea squeal, unable to contain herself. She wanted to scream the moment the thin, soft bristles of a brush circled around her exposed clitoris.
“OH MY GOD… It’s too much… Pl… Please, I’m so fucking hot,” she kept squealing as her clitoris twitched, her legs now shuddering while her back kept arching for sensations that her mind could barely comprehend. The moment a pair of mouths clamped down around her nipples her mind erupted, awash with joy the moment they sucked on those achingly stiff little nubs.
So close to orgasm, her teeth gritted, head flung back and open mouthed as their teeth trapped each achingly erect nipple, trapping it for their tongues to lash against gloriously.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!!!”
The paint brush slipped just over the tip of her clit, a scream of bliss filled the room as her body trembled… she knew she was going to come now, the paintbrush flicking back and forth over her button of pleasure; it was unbearably sensitive, but at that moment her entire universe was the enormous orgasm about to drown her.
Andrea’s toes curled, she held her breath as every muscle in her body seemed to tense…
…Suddenly it stopped.
“NOOOOO PLEASE, I WAS THERE, I WAS THERE… PLEEEEEASE,” she cried out, on the verge of tears, feeling like she wanted to burst.
The rapid rising and falling of her breasts with each deep breath was hypnotically beautiful to gaze upon.
As quickly as it stopped, it started again, this time two brushes now on either side of her red little button and along her lips; all she could do was clench her jaw at the teasing sensations, until another brush-stroke fluttered over her clitoris once more. The sensation would have made her jump up if she wasn’t restrained, yet all she could do was throw her head back in a soundless scream as the brushes worked her hypersensitive clitoris towards a crescendo until…
“AAAAARGHHHHH PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DON’T STOP!!!”
The brushes were all withdrawn at the same instant, making the girl strain on the bonds in desperation. In silence they watched as she thrust her hips up and down as if trying to grind against the air, before setting on her yet again with the soft brushes.
While her most sensitive little places were being tormented with every dedicated brushstroke, Andrea pleaded with them throughout.
“Please let me come this time, I have to come, I’m begging you.”
Her muscles began to tense.
“I… I… I’m going to come!” she gasped, but she was wrong.
Once they pulled away from her again, Andrea could feel her pussy juices running down her ass cheeks; never had she been so aware of her pussy, of how it felt, so sensitive to even the coolness of the air on her hot, wet womanhood.
Before she could moan in frustration, a steady authoritative tone spoke out.
“There has been such little examination of female denial. But now, we can detect just when that delightful peak is upon you.”
Before Andrea could truly take in that the words were being directed to her, and what they meant, her thoughts were brought straight to between her thighs the moment she felt a tongue lick up from beneath her pussy, slowly up to her mound. Her hands clenched and toes curled as the tongue trailed up and down, parting her pussy lips slightly as it nestled along her labia before trailing over her clitoris. The speed gradually increased as on and on the soft wet sensation of an eager tongue played havoc with Andrea until it built up again, leaving her breathless for a second, before the tongue moved away.
“I can’t take it, I have to come,” she whimpered. The sound of pure frustration made those around her smile as they paid careful attention to the monitors which, unknown to Andrea, were keeping track of her arousal.
“Oh fuck…YES, oh God, yes yes…please don’t stop!” she squealed as without warning soft lips clamped around her clitoris, sucking on it greedily.
A female voice whispered into her ear “Mmmm… you look so sexy. I want to keep you like this forever,” the woman giggled sweetly at the end.
Andrea shook and screamed out, “I’m coming!’’
But she was wrong again, the mouth pulled away at the last instant, his chin smothered with her pussy juice, smirking.
Andrea was thrusting her hips up and down, trying to entice him, or anyone, into giving her more. She wriggled and moaned as temptingly as she could, desperate to seduce someone into taking pity. Mercy did not come, as they allowed her to calm down again, before two tongues swirled around her clitoris while her nipples were being sucked. The feeling of two tongues down there was like a dream to her, yet in this predicament all she wanted was relief. The tongues played with her stiffened little swollen bud for what felt like hours, ever so slowly lapping around and over her clit, then trapping the little button between their tongues and tormenting it.
When they brought her to the edge again, both pulling back at the same time, Andrea could feel her clitoris throbbing while she screamed.
“I’ll do anything, please just stop it and let me come.”
It was only after a brief moment that a finger rested on her clitoris; such a solid sensation on it made her body twitch suddenly, until the fingertip began rubbing over her engorged clit slowly. They had hardly let her come down, meaning she reached the edge very quickly, but she tried to say nothing, to see if they’d make her orgasm.
However, as soon as the peak was reached, the masturbation stopped.
“Aaaaaaarghhhh….LET ME FUCKING COME…PLEASE!!!…I’ll give you anything, do anything…’’
Before the overwrought girl could finish, the torment started, again not giving her sex a chance to rest.
She was masturbated to the edge multiple times, screaming and pleading throughout the cruelty her sex had to endure, her body an inferno of need as they gave her just enough rest after every peak to stop her from toppling over into the orgasm she craved.
“Pleeeeeeeease! Please fuck me, I’m begging you… fuck my pussy, Oh God please, please, please!” She whimpered, tears trailing down her cheeks, not from pain but from utter frustration, an intensity she could not have even fantasised about experiencing. In her dreams she may have desired such pleasure, but to experience it and have it thrust upon her so unrelentingly was more intense than she could have believed. Her pussy was constantly twitching and quivering, red and swollen while it glistened with her sexual essence leaking uncontrollably.
The feeling of someone blowing gently on her pussy made her moan and sigh, a soothing relief, yet it still made her yearn for more and seemed to make her throbbing clitoris twitch further. At that moment, her pussy was the centre of the universe for the girl who lay bound and blindfolded helplessly; never had Andrea felt so deeply every minute part of her sex. It almost felt heavy; the throbbing of her clitoris and the pulsation of her contracting pussy seemed to course through her being like never before.
The feeling of a lone finger trailing slowly up and down her twitching wet pussy made her buck her hips uncontrollably. She was purely animalistic in her need, driven solely by sexual desire. To the surprise and utter delight of Andrea, the fingertip pressed into her pussy hole, softly sinking into her feminine folds; although her pussy was so tight, the amount of teasing had made her entrance deliciously lubricated. The tight little hole seemed to be constantly contracting on its own, desperate to swallow and cling tightly around the penetration. One inch… then two… until it was withdrawn just as devastatingly slowly, leaving a string of pussy juice following the finger. Before Andrea could cry out further however, the finger slid back inside again, making her moan in pleasure as it was thrust fully into her, her walls clenching and pulsating around it.
“Finger fuck me hard… I’ll scream and come hard for you,” Andrea cried out as a second was slid inside.
“Tell me when you are close, and then I will count do
wn to your orgasm. Understand?” uttered a male voice.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck yes!” Andrea squealed out in response as the fingers thrust in and out faster, sending her juices flinging every time they drilled back and forth.
Faster and faster he finger fucked her, until finally she reached the edge.
“I’m… I… It’s coming… Please!!” she yelled out breathlessly.
“On zero.” A woman beside her replied, before the countdown begun.
“10…9… 8…7…”
Andrea was writhing and moaning in complete ecstasy, on the verge of climax, her impending orgasm ready to flood her like a tidal wave.
“4… 3…”
She was there, mouth wide open to scream into the heavens, eyes shut tight under the blindfold.