Torment of the Unreachable Climax (Black's Orgasm Denial Training, Part 4)
Nnghooo...!
Atop the man, Black's body arched wildly as she climaxed with a raucous cry.
She'd lost count of how many times she'd cum already.
It happened so effortlessly now—every thrust sending her over the edge—that trying to tally them up felt utterly ridiculous.
"Magical girl, you're hogging all the fun. I love how much you adore my cock, but if you keep cumming like this nonstop, I won't get to enjoy myself."
"Haa... haa... ngh... eek...♡"
Black wanted to speak.
To say something like, This cock feels too good—I can't help it, or I'm feeling so incredibly good right now, I just can't control myself.
But drowned in a swamp of pleasure that melted her brain away, no coherent words would come.
All that escaped her lips were pathetic, embarrassing gasps.
"Jeez, what am I gonna do with you."
For such a pitiful Black, the man fiddled with her hypnosis program, claiming he had no choice.
Black felt something electric pierce through her body, but she couldn't grasp what it was.
She had no time to dwell—the man was already squeezing her heavy breasts, lifting them by the nipples and urging her to move.
So she mustered her strength and started riding again.
The pleasure hadn't faded at all. Even after cumming like that, his cock still felt amazing, serving him felt amazing, being touched felt amazing, exposing her naked body felt amazing.
But something was different from before.
...?
Black furrowed her brow in confusion. Her mouth still leaked those pathetic sighs.
Her hips bucked wildly, her fierce grinding threatening to crush the man's waist beneath her.
Her plump ass and crotch slammed down onto him again and again, echoing with wet slap-slap-slap sounds. The thick penis plunged deep inside her, and Black moaned in rapture each time.
Yet that change—that odd sensation—grew sharper with every thrust of her service.
Wh-what... why...?
"Can't cum anymore, can you, magical girl?"
"?!"
The man said it with a sleazy grin.
And sure enough, Black couldn't climax now. Just moments ago, this much would have sent her soaring...
"You kept cumming over and over, so I restricted your orgasms."
"N-no...!"
"Don't worry. Satisfy me properly, and I'll let you cum as much as you want. For now, just focus on making me feel good, you worthless sow."
His degrading words sent a shiver down her spine.
Still, every impalement filled her with blissful pleasure.
Yet she couldn't cum. The sensations were as intense as ever, but the peak eluded her.
But he'd promised release if she satisfied him.
Believing that, Black moved her hips desperately.
Not just grinding—she deployed every technique she'd learned, coquettishly pleasing him.
She draped herself over him, pressing her body and those luscious tits flush against his chest; she licked his skin, nipped at his neck.
She even clung to him for a deep kiss, whispering filthy pleas: Please cum... Make this meat-toilet sow's pussy feel good...
"Ngh... ah... haa... hii... nngh...♡"
Midway through, on her own initiative, she spun around, presenting her ass while continuing to grind.
She'd learned here that men loved front-facing rides, but watching her ass bounce was even better for them.
Please, please cum quick... Cum inside me... Please, let me cum too...
I wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum so bad...!
Incredible pleasure flooded her body beyond belief.
But with it grew an unbearable impatience.
She wanted to cum. Desperately.
The disconnect—feeling this good but denied release—stirred an unbelievable anxiety in her heart...
"Heh heh, your pussy was eager at first, but your technique sucked. Now you're finally getting the hang of it."
Her efforts paid off; the man grinned sleazily and gripped her ass.
Then, syncing with her grinding, he started thrusting up, stirring and pounding her depths.
Before she knew it, Black was face-down on the bed, the man railing her from behind.
His movements hit entirely new spots.
Her own grinding seemed like child's play now—he targeted every nook, especially her weaknesses, with ruthless precision.
Of course, it was pleasure enough to make her cum dozens of times over.
Black clutched the sheets, screeching like a beast with her throat raw.
Their bodies collided in resounding splat-splat-splat-splat bursts, each impact jolting through her, rippling up to her scalp.
"That's it, magical girl—I'm gonna cum now...! When I do, you can cum too! I'll crank it up so you explode like never before!"
"Aah, aaaahhh!!! Hyaaaaahhh♡!!!"
Black wailed amid the ecstasy. She even nodded faintly—had she heard him?
The man pistoned harder, grinding against her walls relentlessly, mercilessly battering her womb entrance.
That long, thick rod effortlessly ravaged her deepest spots, plunging her into profound bliss.
Gloop... gloop... gloop...
And at last, the monster came.
Thick, scorching semen erupted in heavy spurts, flooding her insides.
After waiting so long, Black felt every pulse vividly.
And then.
"N-nyaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"
Black climaxed in sync.
He hadn't lied. The moment he came, her restraints shattered, unleashing her orgasm.
But it wasn't just any climax.
A cataclysmic one—several times stronger than before—cascaded through her in endless waves.
It should have ended, but another followed. And another.
The orgasms wouldn't stop; Black thought she'd gone mad.
She thrashed and screamed for ages before suddenly stiffening bolt upright.
Finally, as the peaks subsided, she collapsed limply.
His cock slipped free in the process.
"Ah... hik... hi... hah... kuh..."
She clung to consciousness by a thread. A magical girl's willpower, indeed.
But barely aware, her thoughts weren't coherent. Her eyes spun dazedly, her mouth drooling beastly pants as her body convulsed nonstop.
Her urethra slackened from the shock, and she pissed herself right there on the bed.
The sheets soaked in Black's urine, but a magical girl's is fragrant and sweet—the man beamed with delight.
Ah... nooo... no more... waa... it's too much...♡
In her swirling mind, Black inwardly begged for it to end.
She wanted to black out, to sever the thread of awareness. Truly.
But instead, hands groped her ass.
They kneaded her plump, springy cheeks before a finger probed her anus.
Black shuddered at the chill.
"We're not done yet, magical girl. This is just the beginning."
"...N-no... can't... no more... hate it... pleeease..."
"What're you saying? Slaves don't get to refuse. ...Though forcing a whiny bitch like you is even more fun."
His finger dug into her ass as he spoke.
Black could barely move, but at his command, her body obeyed on autopilot.
Her mouth cleaned his filthy cock, then she repositioned, offering her pussy once more.
And so, denied even unconsciousness, Black endured round after round.
Each explosive orgasm shattered her further; she screamed herself hoarse, tears of ecstasy streaming as her magical girl resolve crumbled.
It was agonizing, grueling torment.
Yet more than that, it was blissfully euphoric.
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I hereby notify you. Due to circumstances, we will be retrieving the magical girl. Refusal is not permitted.
Meanwhile, at that very moment.
In some underground facility of the "Underdog Club" where Black had been kidnapped and confined.
In the office room Black was often summoned to, the Navi Drone—Navi-kun, who had led her here—delivered those words.
The room held the man who seemed to be the Underdog leader, along with a few other members.
"...I must've misheard. Say that again?"
We will be taking the magical girl with us. We request her release. There are unavoidable circumstances, so please understand.
The unbelievable words, delivered in a flat mechanical tone, stirred unrest among the men in the room.
Only the leader-like man glared at Navi-kun, as if grasping the true intent.