One hundred. Even in her deepest fantasies, she never imagined actually withstanding one hundred times being brought to the edge.
Angela had loved the thought of being edged beyond her limits, teased and tormented to the brink without being allowed to orgasm. However, every time she masturbated to these scenarios, she couldn’t hold herself back at all. The need for climax constantly overwhelmed her, the needs of her body overtaking the desires in her mind.
On the first night, she dreamt of being restrained while the warmth of slumber still encompassed her. It was comfortable and somewhat soothing to know that she was in a dream and about to revel in her own little fantasy. What she didn’t realise was that this was the work of the Dream Teaser, and that she was about to be tested. While restrained, spread-eagled and naked, she anticipated the pleasures that awaited her.
The first whispers told her this was no ordinary wet dream.
“Angela, welcome. You always wish you could prolong your enjoyment. Yet, your inability to hold yourself back and then becoming so sensitive after your first orgasm means your playtime always gets cut short. The fingers, the mouths and the vibrators that will caress and explore your pussy will bring you to the edge. They will do that to you one hundred times.”
With that, Angela was brought to the pinnacle again and again. She only received a few seconds between each time being brought to the edge; it was just enough to let her come down from the cusp while keeping maximal torment. Every time the magic-wand vibrator seemed poised to topple her over, it pulled away, returning only seconds later. The mouth pressed to her clitoris ensured her hips would not stop rocking until it backed off, leaving her bucking for more. The fingers withdrew every time she was so close to screaming in joy, leaving her nearly weeping in frustration.
It was easier to handle when it was something or someone else edging her, yet she still couldn’t handle the agonising need that clawed within, desperate to escape and erupt in a burst of pleasure.
What also made it worse was hearing the countdown of every edge, hearing them count down from one hundred. What she heard after the first time being brought to the edge made her eyes wide with terror, as she already struggled with the frustration of being denied.
“However many remaining edges are left if you give in will be the number of times you will be forced to orgasm.”
She pushed as much as she could through her ordeal. Angela had never managed to bring herself to the edge more than a couple of times. By the time she heard ‘ninety’, she was already straining against the bondage, physically shaking and trembling for release. Yet, there was no rest for her. Repeatedly, she was brought right to that single moment of relief, as close as possible to orgasm, before having it pulled from her.
Eighty-five… everything within was throbbing and tensing as if internally pleading for release. Only the prospect of having to endure so many orgasms prevented her from giving in. One explosion of ecstasy was always more than enough; she feared how so many more would feel.
Eighty…. The feeling of her heartbeat constantly pulsating through her pussy, through her clit, as if her heart’s desire was yearning to leap from her body.
Seventy-three… every single time now, she screamed out in frustration as the sensations ceased. Almost bawling, she gritted her teeth to prevent herself from squealing out for mercy.
Sixty-three… she literally wept with longing, the stream of her tears running down her cheeks replicating the stream of her pussy juice running down her thighs and rear.
Sixty-two… Angela couldn’t take it any more. It was too much. Yet, she needed to hold on; she was terrified of spending the rest of the dream being forced to come so much.
Sixty-one… maybe the torture of orgasms would at least be less awful than this?
Sixty… she felt like she was less in a dream, and instead in a nightmarish hell.
Fifty-eight… Angela was amazed she’d lasted this long, but it was too much. She needed it to stop. She was ready to meet her fate and be forced to orgasm. At least that first climax would be such sweet relief from this torment.
Fifty-seven… she finally screamed out that it was too much, that she gave in and needed to come.
“Fifty-seven times being brought to the edge. You held out well… and soon you’ll ensure fifty-six orgasms in a row. However, in your deepest fantasies, you wanted to endure being teased beyond your limits. So, I’ll ensure you still get to feel all one hundred times being brought to the edge.”
Angela’s ordeal, it turned out, was far from being over. Forced to endure being brought to the edge another fifty-six times before being brought to orgasm fifty-six times turned her into a sobbing wreck. Within this dream-world, she wouldn’t be able to pass out or become desensitised… all she’d be able to do was endure.
Even once she did finally come, the nightmare would only just begin. Just like before, switching between the sensation of a mouth pressing to her clit, fingers thrusting inside her, and a magic-wand vibrator buzzing violently against her ensured that her body was constantly pummeled with ecstasy.
The Dream Teaser made sure that Angela’s deepest fantasy was far more than she could have possibly wished for. Angela was in for a long, long night.
Image source: Infernal Restraints (Ashley Lane)