The orgasm was a cataclysm, a supernova of bliss that incinerated Natasha's thoughts and left her a quivering, sobbing husk.
Her body convulsed in the silken bonds, a torrent of her juices flooding the obsidian toy still buried deep inside her.
For a precious, fleeting moment, there was only the white-hot rush of release, a blissful emptiness where her defiance had once been. But the emptiness was immediately filled again.
The toys didn't stop however.
The relentless, deep vibration within her continued, now amplified by the clenching of her post-orgasmic muscles, pushing her straight from the peak of one orgasm into the agonizing buildup of another.
The ivory toy still flicked her hypersensitive nipples, sending sharp, electrifying jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core.
"Please..." she whimpered, the word a ragged, pathetic sound, "No more... I can't..."
