Doomed by the Bell [(f)fm][bdsm][throatfucking][orgasm control]

Saliva was dripping from Eva’s swollen lips in slow little spurts, splashing against her bare breasts as they bounced to the beat of the moment. Her chest was glistening, some of it shaking free off her nipples and rolling down her naked thighs where she was sitting on her feet. She didn’t have her mouth to herself for a good 90 minutes. Two hours, that was her goal, her light at the end of the tunnel, what she prayed for and who she prayed to. Wide eyes fluttering under a mask of long ruined makeup freed another tear that dutifully sped across the black streaks on her cheeks to join the rest of the mess.

Through the hazy tear-filled vision of barely breathing and perpetually gagging, she didn’t look at the cock that kept pushing down to wrap her throat around it over and over and over again. She looked at the guy the cock belonged to. Tried to, anyway. There wasn’t much room in the way of posing but she made use of it. Arms tied over her head at the wrists as high as they would stretch, back straight, glistening tits forward. Her butt wiggled against the vibrating wand she was perched over, little shakes of pleasure converted to sultry hip-rolls.

The game was simple. Two hours of non stop face-fucking. If he makes it, he gets to cum down her throat, if he blows early, she gets to cum. A severe punishment awaited whoever came out of turn. Cumming. It’s been at least a week for Eva, and even then she was edged for hours and abandoned right on the point of no return, left to rub her thighs together and whimper in frustration. The thought pushed her closer, close enough to lift her butt off the toy a little. She knew of the effect it had on men, watching her skirt this close to orgasm, and she tried to use it to win. But this guy wasn’t joking around. The game started at 30 minutes, and if he wins today, it will be two and a half hours tomorrow. Edging, choking, coating herself in tears and spit while she silently begs for sweet release. A little bit higher off that toy, the vibrations are still too much.

He was tied up, too, hands strung up to the same beam on the ceiling, hips his only weapon. His rhythm was familiar by now, edging in earnest, rough and deep inside her little mouth, straight down her throat in fast, thirsty little thrusts. And then, when the throbs vibrating through his cock become a little too violent, too frantic, slow – extremely slow – but even deeper. She hated it slow. It gave her less moments to breathe, made her feel so much more helpless. Made her need to cum that much worse. She needed to win this, but she was close enough to scream. Pressing down hard on that vibrator, little moans broke free from somewhere deep inside her, and squeezed their way through her stuffed mouth to spill from her lips. It instantly made him slow down, hips shaking, his own moans taking a tortured tone at the way his cock started vibrating and twitching. She all but shot her butt off her toy in reply.

Heels clacked around her, barely audible through the pressure of craving and violence. It was their Mistress, strolling around them in ever tighter circles in heels that weren’t meant for walking. Eva tore her eyes to the side, pupils quivering from the strain. Looking at Mistress, wanting to please her, helped. She was so close, vibrations mercilessly looming half an inch below her gushing cunt, splattering drops around from the puddle she already made, while that big hard cock kept taking her face without a shred of regard for her. So close. Eva repeated her mantra in her head. The one Mistress taught her. ‘Desperation is my natural state, suffering my pleasure. I’m ugly when I want or take, I’m pretty when I cry and scream. Desperation is my natural state …’ Mistress stepped closer, sending Eva’s thoughts into a mad spiral, screaming gargled moans into the cock that vibrated with the need to explode almost as hard as the toy between her feet.

She ran a hand into his hair up the back of his head, making a fist. The other slid against his chest, palm sinking, brushing over his sweat-bead, straining muscles until her fingers slid around his balls, coiling and uncoiling in a cruel massage. “Look how close my little pet cock is to bubbling over. It’s not long now. I’m not gonna tell you how long it is, but you’re soooo close to getting to blow that load.” The last few words came out in a gleefully mischievous whisper. Her foot slid over Eva’s thigh, pushing her right down onto that toy, heel poking into her skin. The vibrations climbed up her body like molten lava, panting even while she couldn’t breathe, muffled screams remaining helplessly stuck inside her tossing, squirming body. Sweat started to bead every inch of her skin all at once as she flared up, cramping every muscle she knew how to move in an effort not to succumb to the pleasure. She tasted precum. That didn’t count. It just made it a lot worse.

And just like that, mistress was gone again, leaving them to their own little dance. If it was unbearable before, now it was beyond mere human experience. Nerve endings howling, clear though so far out of reach it might as well not have been evolved yet, leaving only a visceral primal struggle.

On the shores of their rising ocean of lust sat the audience, pointing and gawking, some of them pleasuring each other to the spectacle, some of them exchanging whispers and slips of paper. Bets. That’s what paid for this place, for their beds, their food, their pain. They were gladiators, and this was their bloodthirsty mob. But they didn’t give them a show. Both of them were long past that, desperately flailing to take hold of the same lifeline, trying to push each other under. Completely bare, reduced to the basest of instincts and most carnivorous of cravings. If there was beauty in this scene, it wasn’t the result of dignified seduction. In their world, the world of obedient little toys, there was no mask that could slip, only a rapid fire of desperate prayers to the darkest of places.

‘Desperation is my natural state. Desperation is my natural state. Desperation is. Desp. Desperation.’ Eva couldn’t hold on to even that. Instead, another thought took over, echoing over itself as it bounced through her rambled thoughts. ‘Don’t ring. Don’t ring. Don’t ring.’ Holding back from cumming already started to hurt a little, her jaw still split apart, drops of precum coating her throat so deep she couldn’t even taste them. Any time now a bell would ring, and if her mouth wasn’t flooded with cum by then, it would be so much worse tomorrow. He was so close now, his shaft so full of cum it couldn’t stop leaking, throbs stretching her throat even wider. ‘Please please please don’t ring. Please. Don’t ring. Please don’t ring.’

Her heart was racing faster and pounding harder than she knew how to take. It skipped a beat when she felt Mistress brush against her from behind, fingers carrassing her shoulders, playfully climbing down. Cradling Eva’s head in her lap, she rolled both nipples between two fingers and gave them a hard squeeze right when she started to thrust in the other direction, fucking back the cock that was fucking Eva’s face. Even the voice in her head was crying now. This was too much. She was too close. She couldn’t breathe. Or stop. Or take it. ‘Please,’ her mind sobbed, ‘please please please ring.’

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Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed my messed up little scene. Audience decides who wins, and if enough people are interested, I’ll write that ending.

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