Glory of Dawn 8

His eyes widened in fear and frustration, and she groaned at the sexual thrill it sent through her. She pumped the vibrator even faster.

"Oh God Derek. You have no idea how that look on your face turns me on.  So horny.  So frustrated.  So helpless!  YEEEEEESSSS!"

And then she was incoherent, screaming in orgasm and writhing in the chair as Derek, hopelessly frustrated, pushed his hips silently upwards against nothing in time to her writhing orgasm.

Glory continued massaging herself with the vibrator until her aftershocks subsided and until, sighing in relief, she sat relaxed and smiling at Derek.  Without a word, she walked over and actually kissed his throbbing erection.  It twitched and stood harder than ever.  She caressed it with her fingers and, if he had not been gagged too tightly to make a sound, he would have cried out his need to her.

"Hmm," she teased, "I don't think I'm going to be able to get the device back over you right now, you're so hard and ready to perform.  I’m sure you would be such a stud if you were given half a chance.  It almost seems a shame to waste it."

Smirking, she slowly worked the panties back up over her ass, giving him a full view of everything.  She caressed and stroked the vibrator in front of him, finally putting it into her purse before she strode out, high heels emphasizing her long legs and the swaying of her ass.

Derek just lay there staring at the ceiling for a minute.  Then he roared with rage- it seemed a roar to him although not a sound could be heard in the room, and started madly humping at the air until he collapsed in exhaustion, more frustrated than ever.  For the next hour he slept fitfully, waking in a cold sweat every time he started to dream, waking to a nightmare that was worse than those dreams.

A nurse eventually came in and placed his genitals back into the device and then slowly washed him.  The touch of her gentle fingers and the coolness of the water aroused him more than ever. She fetched him a a drink, only a glass of water but the sight of it made him realize how desperately thirsty he was.  She started to loosen his gag.

"Now,” she warned,  “This room is soundproofed so nobody can hear you.  I know your jaws must be sore.  If you promise to be a good boy and not to speak so much as a single word, I'll leave you ungagged after you drink and eat.  Even though we are feeding you intravenously, we'd like to switch you back to normal meals.  I know you must be hungry and thirsty."

She loosed the straps restraining his head.

"Do you promise?" she asked.

He eagerly nodded, ‘Yes.’

She removed his gag.  He coughed and working his sore jaws.  She held the glass to his lips and he drank greedily, then gulped at the food she spoonfed to him.  After giving him a little more water, she said, "You've been very good.  I'll see you tomorrow."