The next orgasm was harder in coming. The egg, though
nestled between her pussy lips, was nowhere near her clit,
where she really needed the stimulation. As a result, the
sensations between her legs had plateaued at a point that
was maddeningly just below the point she needed for release.
And no matter how she twisted or positioned her body, she
just couldn't coax the little egg to touch her magic button.
She could feel her nerves tingling in every part of her
body. She felt hot, flushed, full of energy but with no
outlet for it. She tried again to squeeze her legs together,
but Jack had not only tied her thighs to the bottom of the
chair, but to the sides as well. Squeezing her cunt muscles
had no effect either. It was as though her sweat and juices
had provided a vacuum seal to keep the egg in place, not
allowing a single bit of movement up or down. Her whole body
was covered in a sheen of sweat, and she could easily detect
the smell of her own juices as they mixed with the sweat.
The shaft inside her ass had ceased to be a problem, and
only by clenching the muscles back there could she even
detect the thick member inside her. No, it was the egg that
obsessed her. The egg and its incessant buzzing.
Desperate for release, Kelli closed her eyes and tried to
recall the way Jack's cock had felt inside her, hoping to
push herself over the edge through will alone. She
remembered the brutish ways he'd fucked her, taking her like
a soldier might rape a conquered enemy. She remembered the
violent spankings, and how he'd probed her cunt after every
round, as though testing to see if the heat of her ass had
spread inside her pussy. She remembered his savage assault
on her tits, the feel of her nipples painfully stretching
and reaching their limit. She remembered the humiliation of
running naked through the church parking lot, and the fear
of getting caught while being fucked in that very same lot.
She imagined how she must look right now, tied naked to a
chair, a dildo hanging from her ass, panting and straining
like a wild animal in heat. And she imagined Jack standing
before her, his cock giant and throbbing, and her lying on
the deck, legs spread, begging for him to spear her, split
her, thrash her with his powerful rod. She imagined her
words, not caring as they spilled incoherently from her
lips, "Take me. Fuck me. Use me. Push me. Pull me. Fill me.
Whip me. Spank me. I'm your slut slave. Your slut, your
slut, your slut! Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Fuck my cunt.
Just fuck me!"
With that a wave of heat, light and pleasure crashed over
her, causing her to tremble violently as her mouth continued
to spew out her feelings, "Oh, god, god, god! Aaaaaah! Yes!
God! Yes, fuck me! Yes, fuck me, you big fucker! God, yes, I
want your cock! Oh, please, I want your cock!" Only after
she had calmed down did she realize how much she had taken
the Lord's name in vain. And on camera, no less! But she
could only give it a moment's notice because the egg
continued to buzz.
This time's Jack's visit was brief and silent. Kelli's eyes
widened in despair as he showed her the size of the dildo
he'd be inserting into her ass this time; it was thicker
than Jack's whole cock! Having braced herself for the
invasion, she was surprised to feel how smoothly it slid in.
Evidently her repeated orgasms had loosened all her muscles.
After checking her bindings for looseness, Jack changed the
routine slightly, this time pulling the black box from his
pocket and pushing the next button. Immediately she felt the
egg begin buzzing faster, but unfortunately not any harder.
As Jack headed back into the woods, the egg continued to
buzz.
Kelli never knew pleasure could be so torturous. Though her
cunt burned with the need to cum, she couldn't find release
no matter what she tried. Her visualization just wasn't
enough, not even when she imagined Jack fucking her up the
ass with his hard, hot cock. She could feel the layers of
sweat drying on her skin, her hair plastered to her back,
her skin flushed and her eyes wild with desire. Her nipples
had been hard for who knew how long, and literally demanded
attention. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she'd found
herself sobbing at how desperately she needed release. No
amount of twisting would bring the egg in contact with her
clit. For a time she'd almost thought she'd found the
secret, pushing down with her toes to raise the front of the
chair off the ground. But while it had shifted the egg
slightly, it wouldn't move enough to bring the blessed
contact.
Kelli glared hatefully at the dark eye of the camera, seeing
a warped image of her naked body reflected in the glass. If
Jack had been behind the camera, she could at least beg him
for release. She would, she realized, do anything to cum, or
at least to end the buzzing between her legs. Anything. She
thought of the images she'd encountered the last few days on
the internet. Yes, she'd even do some of those, though most
disgusted and sickened her. She closed her eyes and imagine
d herself kneeling at Jack's feet, with him peeing on her
face and body. Yes, she'd do that. She imagined herself with
a man's cock in her ass, one in her cunt, and sucking Jack
off as he looked down at his whore wife. Yes, she'd do that.
She imagined herself strapped to a rack while half-naked men
and women whipped her skin with crops and flogs. She
imagined herself kneeling to lick Jack's cum out of the
topless dancer's snatch, and spreading her own legs while
the woman's tongue probed her pussy. She would masturbate
with a coke bottle. She would beg to have her tits put in a
press. She would suck a stranger in a restroom. Let a
trucker watch her pee. Be a sex slave to a black rapper.
Anything. Anything at all, if only she could cum. But even
these images didn't set her off. Not caring who might hear,
Kelli screamed in anguish.
"Something wrong?" Her eyes snapped open to find Jack
standing before her, clad only in a tight pair of briefs,
the outline of his hard cock ballooning under the cloth. A
wave of relief washed through her. She'd never been so happy
to see him. He could put an end to her torture with just one
thrust of his beautiful dick. Just one thrust.
"Jack, please, I'll do anything. Anything," so desperate she
was almost crying.