A Game You Can not Win – BDSM

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The game had barely started and Lucy was already going insane.

She was bound spread eagle on the carpet, a soft but impenetrable silk scarf over her eyes. There was nothing she could do, nothing she could see, nothing to distract her from Hannah and her devilish vibrating wand.

For what felt like an eternity she’d been trapped inside her body, at the mercy of the sensations her slave sister forced on her. Like a machine Hannah would go through the same cycle over and over. For a few seconds, Hannah would crush her clit and pussy with the vibrating wand, sending her to the very edge. Then she’d stop all stimulation for a brief moment, only just long enough to prevent the impending climax, before sending her spiraling towards it again.

Lucy knew better than to beg for mercy. This was all part of the game and Hannah was acting within the rules they’d agreed on, although she was being a sadistic bitch about it. Lucy was no stranger to being edged. None of the girls in the harem were. But usually getting edged meant to be brought to the brink of orgasm and then left hanging. It was deliciously frustrating to feel the pleasure slowly seeping away while your clit throbbed in need, but at least you got some sort of a break. However, Hannah never stopped long enough for Lucy to get off the edge. She made her ride it forever, Lucy’s pussy permanently clenching on the brink of the explosion that wouldn’t be granted, never allowed to relax for even a second.

When Lucy heard the door open, she could’ve cheered from relief. She’d done it. Half an hour had past. There was still a lot more ahead of her, but she wouldn’t think about that. For the moment only one thing counted: Time was actually passing. After being stuck in edging hell for fucking forever, that simple knowledge was soothing to her soul.

Hannah didn’t give her any rest, though, and Lucy had to fight with all her willpower to drone out the maddening vibrations and focus on the sounds the new girl made, every little detail that might help her. The footsteps were barely audible over the noise of the wand. Likely the girl went on tiptoes. That wouldn’t rule out many of the other slave girls, but it could still be a valuable piece of information.

Soft and lean thighs brushed against Lucy’s cheeks when the newcomer settled down on her face. She felt like Ashley. Or maybe Veronica? Small, moist pussy lips pressed against Lucy’s mouth. At this point she was at least ninety percent sure it was Ashley on top of her.

“The time starts now!” Hannah said.

Lucy got licking immediately. After only a few seconds she was convinced that it was Ashley. That adorable pale redhead had at all times had problems staying silent and her soft gasps gave her away. But even though she already had all the information she needed, Lucy wasn’t gonna let the two minutes she was given go to waste. Hannah was still mercilessly making her ride the edge and eating pussy was the best way to work off some of the tension. Also, Lucy derived a bit of malicious joy from making it extra hard on Ashley, giving her her best oral game.

None of the girls she tasted for the game were allowed to come. For most women, there wouldn’t have been much risk of that happening anyway, with just two minutes of getting licked, but while pleasure was handed out generously in the harem, orgasms were a rare treat. Their Mistress loved her slaves to be constantly half-delirious with need, so she could pick from a flock of desperate fuck toys any time she pleased. Lucy knew that Ashley had displeased their Mistress two weeks earlier and that she’d spent most of that time in a tight chastity belt, plugged back and front. She must’ve been glad for this opportunity to lose the belt for a short time, but the vigorous licks Lucy forced on her needy clit would’ve been easily enough to send her over. It had to be hell for her, having to restraint herself when the relief she’d been denied for weeks was tangling right in front of her eyes.

The only remaining question was if Lucy should answer with the wrong name on purpose. She needed four correct guesses in total to win the game, but every time she correctly identified the girl she was eating out, it meant another half an hour of Hannah edging her. If, however, she guessed wrong, she got an orgasm and the next girl would enter immediately. It was a fucked up system, but Lucy could use that to her benefit. She’d gotten the first girl right without a issue and Ashley had been just as easy. With how much time Lucy had spent pleasuring the other girls in the harem, she should’ve been able to identify everyone within seconds. Which meant that she could just as well relax and allow herself a treat.

“Time’s up!” Hannah announced and immediately Ashley lifted her twitching pussy off Lucy’s lips. “So, who was it?”

“Veronica,” Lucy answered without hesitation.

“Wrong. It’s Ashley.”

Well, duh. Whatever. Moving on. One orgasm, please.

“Tell the next girl she can come in right away,” Hannah said to Ashley. “This will be over quickly.”

Lucy didn’t even hear Ashley leaving the room. Hannah pressed the wand into her needy pussy and this time she didn’t tear it away within seconds. For a few terrible moments Lucy’s body kept teetering on the edge, the tension building and building, as if it’d forgotten how to come. But then, finally, she pushed through and her pussy exploded in pleasure. Lucy didn’t bother keeping her voice down. It’d been only two days since her last orgasm, but after what Hannah had put her through, the relief was glorious.

Hannah kept the wand firmly against Lucy’s pussy, drawing her orgasm out endlessly. Waves of pleasure washed over Lucy and instead of slowly fizzling out, a second climax built up within her, right on the heels of the first one. Lucy gritted her teeth and steadied herself for the second explosion. Which never arrived. The moment before she’d have come again, Hannah ripped the wand away.

“What the fuck?”

“The rules said one orgasm,” Hannah said, her voice dripping with vicious glee. “You had one. Now we’re back to edging.”

Lucy screamed in frustration. Her pussy was still tingling from the orgasm, but the next edge was already fully built and almost painful in its intensity. But Hannah didn’t care how sensitive the climax had left her. She shoved the wand right back into her pussy. For a few seconds, that was. Then two seconds break. Another couple of seconds of hellish vibrations. Rinse and repeat.

Lucy already regretted choosing that orgasm. It might’ve felt great in the moment, but with no break at all she was right back where she’d started, suffering the agony of riding the edge. Only that now her pussy complained even more fiercly against the abuse. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.

The fire between her legs completely distracted Lucy from the sounds of the next girl entering. She only noticed when the newcomer started riding her face. Lucy got licking right away, but with rising panic she realized that she wasn’t sure who it was this time. The girl felt and tasted similar to Ashley. Was it actually Veronica this time? Or maybe Katy? Katy also had such small pussy lips.

“Time’s up. Who was it?”

Fuck! Lucy still wasn’t sure, but she had to give her best guess anyway, otherwise it would be an automatic fail. “Katy!”

Hannah laughed. “Nope. It was Ashley again.”

Lucy groaned. Technically this wasn’t against the rules, but she still hated Hannah for tricking her like that. She didn’t have time to linger on this notion, though, as she had to steel herself for what was to come.

The second orgasm felt great. Almost too great. The pleasure ripped through her with a vengeance. In other circumstances she would’ve been grateful for such a powerful orgasm, but she knew that the harder she came, the more sensitive her pussy would get when it was over.

Once more Hannah tore the wand away just when the next round of pleasure would’ve started and the abrupt denial was every bit as brutal as the last time. Lucy doubted if another orgasm would even feel good anymore, but her pussy still cried out for it. Her inflamed clit was burning and twitching, but Hannah showed it no mercy and crushed it under the wand. Lucy screamed and thrashed against her bounds, but there was no give in the knots.

“Ssh, calm down. The next one’s here already.”

Lucy tried to concentrate, but it was impossible to focus on anything while Hannah drilled right into her hypersensitive clit. She forced herself to endure her torment in silence, at least. She had to, if she wanted to lick the next girl as good as she needed to.

This time she had someone bigger on top of her, someone with strong legs and puffy pussy lips. Of course Hannah would do this to her. There were two slave girls in the harem that matched this description: Lana and Lena, the twins. Lucy knew them well enough to be familiar with their tiny differences, only that it was impossible to focus on minute details when you were overstimulated to madness.

When the time was up, Lucy still had no idea, so she picked Lana on a whim. Of course it was Lena. Or rather: Hannah claimed it was Lena. Blindfolded and with the other girl not saying anything, it was impossible for Lucy to verify. For all she knew, Hannah and Lana had made a silent pact just to make her suffer.

The third orgasm was already more pain than pleasure. Lucy prided herself on the fact that out of all the girls in the harem, she was the most resilient one when it came to sexual torture, but Hannah’s unusually cruel edging tactic drove even her to the limits of what she could handle. Every nerve between her legs was aflame as she was forced to ride out yet another earth-shattering climax, only to be dropped onto the brink of the next cruel edge.

When the next girl came in, Lucy was a complete mess. She desperately needed a break, but still Hannah didn’t even grant her the small mercy of pauses between the edges. Her slave sister wanted her to suffer, and suffer she did. Lucy already knew that once this game was done, she’d take the rest of the day off from the harem’s sexy shenanigans and retreat to her room with a lot of cooling palms for her pussy. Unless her Mistress felt particularly cruel that day and had other plans for her, of course. If her performance wasn’t satisfactory, maybe Mistress would leave her there, bound and blindfolded, with only a generous splash of ginger oil on her clit to keep her business.

Lucy forced that idea out of her head. The mere wondered of having such unspeakable cruelties inflicted upon her poor body triggered a new flash of arousal, which only made the edges even more painful. She had to concentrate. It she had another orgasm forced out of her in such quick succession, she’d lose her mind.

Another small pussy. Was it Ashley again? Not likely. Then again, she felt and tasted like Ashley. And was that a soft, barely audible whimper? Maybe they were using this game to punish Ashley as well. After all, every time her turn was over, they’d make her slide the giant plugs of her chastity belt into herself, only so she had to rip them out again when she was called to suffer another two minutes of Lucy’s tongue. It definitely sounded like something their Mistress would enjoy.

“Time’s up. Who was it?”

“Ashley.”

Hannah left her hanging for a moment. “Sure you don’t wanna rethink that?”

Lucy silently cursed. It could also be Veronica. Or Katy. And if she guessed wrong, she’d pay dearly for it. But no, Hannah wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t Ashley. She’d have wasted no time to rub it in that Lucy had guessed wrong again.

“No. It’s Ashley.”

Another agonizing second of silence. “You’re right.”

Lucy laughed from relief. She’d done it!

“Okay, tell the next one that we need some time.”

Lucy realized that she hadn’t won much of a victory. Her correct guess had only earned her another half an hour of brutal, merciless edges. The tension in her overworked pussy was already nail-bitingly painful and even if she managed to get everything right from then on, she still had more than one hour and a half of this torture ahead of her.

“May I have a gag?” she asked. Having something to bite down on would help her deal with these overwhelming sensations.

“Of course not. If Mistress had wanted you to have a gag, she would’ve given you one.” Hannah’s voice became a malicious whisper. “But I’m sure you’ll not make a single sound anyway. Because if you do, I’ll tell Mistress what a bad girl you’ve been.

Lucy swallowed. She shouldn’t have said anything. Now the tiniest gasp would directly send her on a date with the ginger oil. Or worse. She clenched her teeth. Her request had only made her situation ten times more unbearable. But she took pride in the knowledge that if anyone was able to endure this diabolic ordeal in silence, it was her. If she used all of her willpower, she might just be able to hold out. And if she did, maybe she’d deliberately make a big ruckus at the very last minute. Just to see what happened. It would be fun.

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