"Now this," she says, smiling sweetly as she holds up the syringe, "this will kill the nerves in your glans, and in your prostate. It'll take a little while to work, but after it's done, you'll never have an orgasm, ever again. Of course, you'll want it real bad, but you've learned that you don't always get what you want, haven't you?"
"Please," I beg, "can't we talk this over? Can't you do something a little less permanent? I can be reasonable. I--"
She cuts me off. "Oh, I know you can be reasonable. I'm the one who isn't being reasonable here. Too bad for you, though." She flicks the hypo a few times. "Mustn't leave any air bubbles in there, isn't that right? That would ruin the whole point, wouldn't it?" She brings the syringe down to my cock.
The enormity of what's about to happen to me hits me suddenly, and I start straining uselessly at my bonds. "No! Please, you can't do this to me! Please, I'll do anything, just don't do this!"
She says nothing, but laughs carelessly as she holds my cock, caressing it softly until it gets hard, in spite of the situation. She searches with her fingertips for my glans, and the pleasure--all the more acute for the reason she's giving it to me--paralyzes me. I watch helplessly as she slides the needle into my cock and the drug begins to do its deed. After the syringe is emptied, she withdraws it and casually strokes my cock.
"You want me to finish you off one last time, don't you? It feels so good, doesn't it?" She leans down and licks it, sending tremors of insane pleasure through my body.
"Yes," I whisper, trembling. She breathes hotly on the head of my cock, and in this last encounter, even that feels almost as if her pussy itself were wrapped around me. Then her tongue again, like a hot iron snaking around my shaft, making me arch my back. She whispers dirty words to me, speaking to me through my cock, telling me all the things she'll make me do when she has me completely enslaved by my want, how she'll tease me and torment me, all in complete safety 'cause I'll never come again. And now, at last, her velvety lips wrap around my cockhead, slowly drawing my come to the tip. I clench my eyes shut, waiting for the final moment--
And just as I'm about to explode in one last tremendous climax, she takes her hand and mouth away. I open my eyes in surprise and dismay, only to see her move that hand to her own crotch and start playing with herself. My protest dies in my throat as my eyes are glued to her delicious pussy, unable to tear away.
"I know that was cruel and selfish of me," she says, her voice heavy with desire, almost sounding as if that is precisely what she's getting off on. Knowing she could have taken pity on me, given me that one last gasp of pleasure, but no. She's taken even that away from me. "You'll have to excuse me if I don't say a lot when I come." She works even harder at her clit, while my cock points rigidly at it, and she comes with a voiceless wail punctuated only by a short, sharp yelp at the end. Then she collapses, exhausted, pressing her soft, panting breasts against my chest.
When she recovers, she gets up off of me, smiles knowingly, and leaves. Before passing through the door, she turns and says, "I'll come back in about 20 minutes, when it's done killing each and every one of your future orgasms. Then we can fuck to our--oops, I mean, my--heart's content."
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