Kidnapped

Toys

She was left for about half an hour. It was enough time for her to calm down and tighten up again. She was about to ponder what questions she would be asked next, and what methods would next be used to retrieve her answers, when the door opened and her captors entered again.

There were the usual footsteps, and a cluck as something solid was placed upon a desk or the floor. The click of a lock, and a rustle and clatter again. They had brought back the clit-stim. She braced herself for the stroking to begin again, trying to harden her skin against the soft, sensuous fingertips that she was sure were about to entice her once more. The stroking did not come.

Instead a hand pressed straight against her exposed access, rubbing, massaging relentlessly, widening her with every stroke, soaking her with her own fluids as she became more and more lubricated at the attention. More and more, ravaging her psychological defences, destroying the barriers that delayed her submission and breaking her mind as her body began once again to pull the strings and call the shots.

“Tell me who were you visiting? Who was the lucky bride?” The woman asked this time. Did she want to know who the members of the Hazard Team were? Or Telsia’s friends? “Until I find out, you’re going to get hot, wet and tired. As soon as I know, you can cum and you can sleep”

Her skin was already burning, her cheeks were flushed, and all around her opening and the tops of her thighs were soaked with her own lubricating fluids. The hand stopped, and Telsia could feel her pulse within the chamber of her vagina, pumping, her walls expanding and contracting with every beat.

A buzzing began again. This time different to the clit-stim, and she very quickly found out why. The vibrator was thrust mercilessly and quickly right into her passage, filling her. Telsia grappled with the urge to moan and beg as the vibrating silicone ribs dragged against her G-spot again, again, again. Then a new buzz joined in. She recognised this as the clit-stim, and it was pressed straight to its target.

The pleasure was magnificent. Every part of her body seeped pleasure and she panted exhaustively as the vibrator was dragged pitilessly in and out of her, reaching the very limit of her vagina and then moving out almost entirely. In and out, in and out, in and out. Moving her closer and closer to orgasm, closer to bliss.

The woman’s pace increased, moving the vibrator in and out almost mechanically quickly. There was a click and the clit-stim began to pulse instead of the constant vibrations that would have delivered such pleasure. Telsia twitched with every stroke of the dildo as the clit-stim made the tension build up so much that she thought she might explode before long. But there was another click and the vibration became constant again.

The vibrator took her to the climax and she began to struggle against her bonds as the orgasm took her over. Yet the woman continued, forcing Telsia to endure the pleasure and enjoy herself. Each stroke of the dildo sent a flood of sensation along the walls of her cavity, making her more sensitive, increasing the pleasure ten fold, releasing yet another cry of pleasure from her throat.

The clit-stim clicked off and was moved away. The dildo was pulled out of her, and her hopes that she might have been spared for now was shattered as she felt a pair of arms work their way underneath her legs to hold her and allow their owner easier access.

She gasped as the tongue began to graze her already sensitive clitoris. Sending spasms through her body with each lap against her. She moaned once and managed to fight the rest back down. Relishing the pleasure, knowing that she wouldn’t come close to climax, but still...she let herself enjoy it while there was no pressure.

The moments passed like hours, but she was happy not to talk. It was pure bliss for Telsia. She was enjoying the man’s attentions, and was quite willing to enjoy it for several more hours. But it seemed the man’s tongue was not as strong as her will in this exercise. After a few more moments he stopped devouring her tender area and moved away.

She wasn’t aware that it had been moved back until the buzzing and vibrations sent her skin crawling and a spasm through her spine. Like the last time, it was moved again and again, and when she was about half-way to climax the man’s fingers probed her again. Over and over he pressed against her G-spot and with the clit-stim in place, her progression towards climax was the quickest it had been yet.

And again, as the pressure was its greatest, as she was seconds from orgasm, his fingers ceased to move completely. The tension was so high within her that she thought she might break through the strain. But what would they to Juliet if they found out who she was.

The woman seemed to read the question from her mind, and answered, “This is simply a mission to gather information about you, Telsia. You have my assurance that nothing will happen to your team members.” How did she know that this was the truth? Could she take much more of this tension? “Tell me, and if we do come across her, she will be left alone. We wouldn’t want to worry her husband, now. Would we?”

“Of course we wouldn’t” said the man. She hadn’t heard him speak for a while. Telsia fought with herself for a few moments. Could she trust these people? Would they do anything to Juliet if she gave her name? What would happen if the man kept her at this point any longer?

“Juliet Jurot!” She didn’t know she was saying it until she had said it. But when she received her reward, she was not sorry.

The man continued to massage her G-spot, and her climax was the greatest she had had yet. Again and again, she screamed with the pleasure as he rubbed her tender wall, still holding the clit-stim to her. When he was satisfied that she had enjoyed it, he moved the vibrator away and turned it off, continuing to pummel her G-spot for a further moment.

When he removed his fingers from her opening, he stroked her clitoris slyly, sending a spasm through her body. She was given water this time, and left alone, once again.