The Test - Sex Stories

The Test

... clit and pussy. She's right there, teetering on the brink, but she can't get over. Her hips hump against the broad, round, buzzing head, the source of all her pleasure and--right now--frustration.

It doesn't stop. Erica has never held an edge so long--couldn't hold it normally; she'd have to stop and break, to prevent going over. But the orgasm never comes. She moans and thrashes, words escaping:

'Please... please...'

'Begging starts six minutes and twelve seconds after hitting the first edge,' a disembodied voice states.

'I told you she wouldn't take long.'

'Thirteen more minutes like this, then start the next level.'

Erica can hardly register what they're saying. She's never felt so horny and it's only just started. How is she going to survive?

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She doesn't know how much time has passed. She could have been here forever. She's forgotten the reasons. She's forgotten the agreements. She's forgotten that I'm here for science. She's just a throbbing, aching, dripping mess of need. She can't make it stop. She doesn't want to make it stop; the vibrations feel too good. All she wants is to cum, and she can't have that either. Only the edge, again and again and again.

The woman with the gloves has been back a few times, to give her water through a straw and massage more creams into Erica's clit. She tells Erica what the creams are for, but the information doesn't stick. Increase arousal. Prevent numbing or chafing. All of it fades as soon as they turn ...

... the vibrator back on.

They've run it through every speed and pattern that seems possible. Low settings that have her groaning for more, high ones that are stronger than she's ever imagined before, feeling her brain crack under the intensity, surely impossible that she's not going to cum at that level... but she doesn't. Pulsing patterns that ebb and flow, building her need and then letting it ease away. She's too exhausted to struggle; she can only squirm. Her whole body is slick with sweat.

And then, just as she hits another edge, the vibrator running high and fast, it stops.

No stimulation at all on her clit, and immediately she wants it back. She moans and humps the air as the vibrator withdraws an inch or two.

A door opens and for a moment she thinks the woman is back again, but the footfall is heavier than hers, no click of heels.

'How are you doing?'

It's Matt. And he sounds amused.

Erica can't even speak to answer him. She just blinks up at him through the haze of need and lets out a whimper.

'Oh, that good, huh?' he says with a grin. 'Well, you've done two hours, well done. You get a break now. Ethics and all that.'

He moves around her, undoing the straps around her wrists. She flexes them, trembling, still struggling to think or speak. She doesn't want a break. She wants to cum. He must know that.

'Here,' he goes on, pulling over a table on wheels with a large glass of water with a straw. 'Have a drink. Gabbi's bringing you something to ...