They made her watch.
That was the most unbearable part of the whole ordeal. The joint-wrenching bondage eventually gave way to a dull ache. Their relentless assault on her bared soles with everything from feathers to fingernails made her thrash and shriek, but she could survive it.
But being forced to watch her captor spreading her pussy lips apart so he could slowly dance a feather over her engorged clit? It was far too much. She thrashed and squirmed, begged and cried… But every day, like clockwork, he came in and began teasing her clit. Sometimes it was with a feather. Other times he used a pinpoint vibrator. Still others he spread her apart and slowly licked and sucked the little bud until she had tears pouring down her face.
But he never let her cum. Even as she bawled her eyes out for mercy, her sopping cunt dripping into her face, all he did was smile and pay her cheek before saying, quite simply, “Maybe tomorrow.”
That had been weeks ago. Her pussy had swollen and was constantly dripping. Her mind could barely fathom anything beyond her desperate need for an orgasm… And she was starting to think that “tomorrow” would never come…
…and therefore, neither would she.
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