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"I want to play a game," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "You see, I invested in a lovely little something that's supposed to make little toys like you so desperate and so horny that you can only focus on cumming. But I want to see if that's true, and if so, how powerful it can be."

I can hear him rustling around and the metal clinking of different things makes me even further on edge. I whimper and flinch when I feel him rub something cold against my arm and the smell of rubbing alcohol hits my nose. Before I can process what is going on, I feel the sting of a needle going into my arm. He'd injected me.

It doesn't take long for me to figure out that he'd injected me with an aphrodisiac, the "investment" he'd mentioned. I can feel my whole body heating up, my nipples harden into peaks, my clit pulses, and I feel my pussy clench rhythmically. I'm panting slightly as I feel my body completely overwhelmed with need and I know that if he were to take my gag out, I'd be begging him to touch me, fuck me, please make me cum.

I can feel my pussy leaking onto the bench, creating a puddle. He laughs softly from behind me and suddenly, I feel his hand wrap around my throat. He tightens his grip slightly, restricting my airway just enough to make breathing a little more difficult and the lack of oxygen makes me even dizzier with need.

"I want to see if you'll pick your needy little cunt over your need to breathe," he murmurs darkly. I'm too delirious to fully comprehend what that means as my hips start to thrust slightly, desperately trying to create some kind of friction on my clit to relieve the pressure.

He lets go of my throat and I gasp as much as I can over the gag. I feel him walk away for a brief moment before he's back. He brushes something lightly over my neck and I realize it's rope. He loops the rope over my head and wraps it around my neck, tying it loosely. Then, I feel him walk away again and I hear the sound of more rustling and I start feeling slight tugs on the rope. The tugs become more insistent and I have to stand up from the bench I'm straddling just to keep it from choking me.

Eventually, I feel the tugs stop, but now I realize that he'd tied the other end of the rope so high up that I can't sit back down without restricting my own breathing by essentially hanging myself. I hear him laugh as he watches me, "Have you figured it out yet, honey? Maybe this will help."

I hear the buzzing of a vibrator break the silence and then I feel it. He presses the bulb of the toy against my clit and I moan deeply as my hips start to move. He pushes the vibrator hard against my clit and I'm whimpering from the pleasure. The aphrodisiac has made me so sensitive and needy that the few seconds of the vibrator has pushed me to the brink of an orgasm. But before I can fully enjoy it, he pulls it away. I whine into my gag and beg as best as I can.

"Now, here comes the fun part," he says, "I'm going to put this vibrator right here on the bench. Right where your little clitty would be if you were sitting. Now the only problem is, if you want to sit, you're going to have to choke yourself with that rope. And that is the game." He laughs darkly as the realization of my predicament hits me.

I desperately try to rub my thighs together to relieve some of the burning need but it doesn't help. My clit is throbbing at the idea of the vibrator, and I'm so, so needy that I can feel my pussy clenching.

I tentatively try to lower myself down a little bit. I can barely feel the vibrator brushing my clit before I reach the limit of the rope. I whimper when the severity of my predicament hits me. The slight sensation of the vibrator is making my eyes roll but it doesn't help to relieve any of the need that's been building up inside of me.

I can feel my body begging my mind to rearrange its priorities. I'm so desperate to cum that I'm willing to deprive my body of oxygen just so I can make this need go away. If I were more coherent, I would be humiliated by myself, but right now, I'm too far gone to care.

The desperate part of my brain takes over and I let myself sit down fully onto the vibrator. A choked gasp leaves me, both from the relentless pleasure that overwhelms me and from the tight rope around my neck that restricts my airway. The rope isn't tight enough that I can't breathe at all, but it's enough to make my head spin.

I vaguely hear him laugh but all I can focus on is the pleasure rushing through me. I can feel myself barreling towards an orgasm and if I had more air, I'm sure I would be screaming and moaning from all the sensation. I feel my face redden from the lack of oxygen and I'm becoming lightheaded. I'm so close to cumming but before I can push myself over that edge, I feel my body lift up from the vibrator as my instinct to breathe kicks in. Air floods my lungs as the rope loosens and I feel tears well up in my eyes. My own body betrayed me, picking oxygen over my orgasm.

He laughs in delight, "Oh poor honey, looks like you don't want to cum that badly yet."

I'm panting and shaking slightly, my legs barely having enough strength to keep my body up. I want to sob at how unfair it all is but I'm too focused on drawing in as much air as possible.

"Hm, let's tip the balance honey," he says and I feel him wipe my arm again with an alcohol wipe. I whine when I feel the second injection. He dosed me again. Immediately, I feel the effects of the aphrodisiac grow exponentially. My pussy flutters and my clit pulses even harder. The need multiplies inside of me, pushing me towards the brink of my sanity.

I'm so desperate that I don't hesitate this time when I sit down onto the vibrator. I feel my eyes roll up into my head as the sensation on my clit pushes me toward the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. The lack of oxygen makes everything more sensitive, and I let out a gurgled scream when my orgasm hits, my pussy spraying my release all over the bench and the vibrator. I let myself ride out the orgasm before I get my feet back under me, standing to let myself breathe and to let my clit recover a little from the onslaught of stimulation.

I'm panting from the rope and the orgasm as I shake slightly. But as my orgasm fades, the need rebuilds. "Oh honey, you're going to need more orgasms than just one to burn through all the drugs in your system." His voice barely breaks through the haze in my mind, and I briefly wonder what I must look like right now, tied up and strung out.

My body drops back onto the bench and I let the vibrator ravage my clit, relieving some of the torturous need inside of me while I gasp for air that just won't go into my lungs. I chase every orgasm like this, pressing myself to the vibrator for as long as I can before the need for air forces me to leave it behind. I cum three more times but still, the drug-induced need doesn't fade, despite the overstimulation that makes me want to stop.

I'm crying after my fourth orgasm, face permanently pink from the stimulation and air restriction. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my neck. I whimper when I feel him step closer to me and I let myself lean into him.

"Are you enjoying the game, honey?" He murmurs into my ear before kissing the side of my neck softly. I whine in response and before I can even get my bearings, he shoves me down onto the vibrator. I'm not prepared this time and I lose what little air I have in a scream. He doesn't seem to care as he pushes my body down onto the vibrator, keeping me from coming up for air. I'm writhing, the vibrator pushing me toward another orgasm as I gasp uselessly.

He's too strong for me and I can't do anything but accept the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen. The lightheadedness makes my head spin when my body clenches as I cum. My cunt flutters around nothing and my clit burns with overstimulation. He doesn't let up, forcing me to ride out this orgasm as another builds quickly. I don't even know if it's a separate orgasm or a continuation of the earlier one when my pussy gushes again and squirts all over the bench. I'm shaking as my vision goes white and the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen breaks me. I feel myself fade out of consciousness as my body goes limp under his hands.

A sharp jolt of electricity shoots through me.

My body convulses, muscles locking in agony as my vision whites out for a second. A strangled scream tears from my throat before I can even process what is happening. I force myself back up onto my toes, trembling, panting, my calves already burning from the effort.

"Oh darling, did that hurt?" came a voice. Smooth, amused, and far too casual for the horror unfolding. He steps into view, his sadistic eyes gleaming in the dim light, his smirk wide and mocking. "Don’t look so scared. We’re going to have so much fun together.” He laughs, the sound light and musical, as if this were nothing more than a playful game.

My body trembles, my strength fading fast from the unnatural strain of balancing on my toes.

"W-why are you—"

"Why?" He cut me off with a scoff. "Because it’s fun. Watching you squirm, watching you struggle. Your weakness is so entertaining." His fingers trail down my cheek before gripping my chin, forcing me to look ahead.

In front of me is another platform. This one lower, padded, just the right height for my knees if I kneel forward to take the weight off my feet.

"You can stay like this," He muses, tapping the shock plate behind me, making me flinch. "But oh, your poor little legs. This is a lot of strain, isn’t it? Or…" He crouches in front of me, grinning. "You can kneel. Rest those aching feet. Doesn't that sound nice?"

I clench my jaw. There is no way this is that simple.

He laughs at my hesitation, standing again and circling me like a predator. "Oh, you're smart. You know there's a catch. But here's the thing, sweet thing. You don't get to refuse. You will kneel. One way or another."

My calves tremble violently. I can’t hold this position forever. But the alternative…

My body chooses for me when my legs give out.

My heels hit the plate.

Another shock rips through me, worse than the first, my body seizing as my nerves scream. My muscles lock, my back arching against the restraints, and I sob as the pain echoes through every nerve ending.

I barely manage to scramble back onto my toes. My breath comes in ragged bursts, my vision swimming.

He shakes his head. "That was avoidable, you know." He crouches again, tracing a finger along my jaw. "You could have taken the nice, soft option and just rested your legs. But no, you had to be stubborn."

Tears pricked my eyes. I can’t keep this up. The pain was unbearable, but the thought of kneeling, of the unknown that awaited me there, terrified me just as much.

His smirk deepens. "Aww, you’re adorable when you’re scared. Just kneel, darling. I promise it won’t hurt.”

This time, I give in.

I let myself drop forward, knees hitting the padded platform. The second I do, the catch makes itself known. A vibrator hidden beneath my view roars to life, my kneeling form exposing my pussy perfectly to the toy pressing mercilessly against my clit.

A shocked gasp tears from my lips as pleasure, too much, too intense, floods my nerves. My back arches, my body jerking instinctively, but the restraints hold me in place.

His laughter echoes around me. "There we go! See? Was that so hard?" His voice drips with mock sympathy as he watched me writhe. "Oh, you’re sensitive, aren’t you?"

I jerk, a moan tearing from my lips before I could stop it. The sensation was horribly overwhelming, far too intense, far too fast.

He laughs in delight. "This is much better than the shocks, right?"

I shake my head desperately, trying to lift myself, but my legs are already weak, my muscles exhausted. The pleasure is too much, a rapid-fire assault on my senses, and within seconds, my body is betraying me, heat coiling tight in my stomach.

"N-no—fuck—I can't—"

"You can," He purrs, leaning in close. "And you will." He reaches down, pressing my hips harder against the vibrator, forcing me to take every punishing second of it.

I whimper, my thighs trembling. The orgasm builds too fast, a rising wave I can’t stop, my body clenching as it crashes over me. A broken cry escapes me as I cum, the pleasure tipping into pain, the overstimulation making me squirm.

But it doesn’t stop.

The vibrator keeps going, relentless. I sob, trying to pull away, but he just chuckles and holds me down.

"Ah-ah, no escaping now," he coos. "You chose this, remember?"

"P-please—" I choke out, tears pricking my eyes. "Stop—I can’t—!"

He tilts his head, his grin widening. "Oh? Tired already?" He tsks. "You just started. But fine, if you don’t want this, you can always… stand up."

My breath comes in ragged gasps.

I can’t stay here. I can’t.

I have to get away. With a desperate gasp, I force myself up, my heels slamming back onto the shock plate.

Zap!

Another scream tears from my throat as electricity burns through me. I thrash, my vision blurring, but at least the other torment is gone.

For a few precious seconds.

Then my legs give out again.

Kneeling. Vibrator. Pleasure-pain. Overstimulation. Another orgasm ripped from me against my will, tears streaming down my face as I writh.

Back to the shocks.

Back to the vibrator.

Over and over.

He watches, amused, as I break apart, my body no longer my own, my mind dissolving into a haze of pain and pleasure and helplessness.