Another demand for the codeword. Another wrong answer. Another orgasm extracted from her convulsing body.
No matter how much she wept from the intense pleasure, no matter how much she pleaded with her captors that she wasn’t a spy and that it was just a costume, Harmony never received a moment of rest.
Since returning from the Halloween party and waking up to find herself in this strange lair, Harmony had been tortured with orgasms relentlessly while being asked for the codeword. Never in her darkest nightmares could she have imagined the warnings had been about waking up in this type of situation. Whatever concoction her captors had given her meant that not only was she horrifyingly sensitive to stimulation, but it also ensured there was no refractory period or desensitisation.
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