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right up until the moment the suit retracted the mask and she was able to see and hear once more.
    Everything on her body was throbbing so hard she wasn’t sure, at first, that the torture had stopped.  She could still feel phantom squeezes and pulls as she slowly sat up and rubbed her aching thighs.
    She saw that food had been delivered.
    That, she supposed, was why she’d been released from her torment.
    They didn’t want to starve her to death.  They wanted to keep her alive to torment her!
    She was tempted to ignore the food, but there was no ignoring it.  She was starving—proof if she needed it that her ‘punishment’ had lasted well over an hour—possibly as much as two or three.
    She felt nauseated when she’d taken the tray and settled on the bunk with it, but she ate slowly and the nausea vanished.  When she’d eaten and drank all she could, she returned the tray to the drawer and headed into the bathroom to relieve herself.  She studied the shower, but she had no idea if she could take the suit off since she had no idea how it had been put on her.  He’d just touched the dang thing and it had curled around her.
    She decided she didn’t care if she couldn’t get it off.  She wanted a shower.
    And if it short-circuited the dang thing—oh well!
    To her disappointment, she discovered the shower didn’t seem to have any effect on the dang suit!  It did make her feel refreshed, however, and more relaxed.  It banished the last echoes of the stimulation that had tormented her and although she was left with a residual shakiness and tension inside and a vast sense of disappointment because she hadn’t climaxed, she still felt better.
    She lost control of her body when she stepped out of the bathroom again.
    She crossed the room and climbed onto the bunk and resumed the position of before.
    Dismay filled her, but no amount of resistance had any effect.  The suit controlled her as if she was nothing but a puppet.
    The torment resumed, starting lightly, building until she was on fire with need once more, so tormented by the pleasurable sensations flooding her that it became more pain than pleasure.  She was so delirious with the chemicals bombarding her mind that she had no awareness of when she ceased to be alone until she felt something huge pressing against her sex.
    She would’ve jumped if she could’ve moved.
    She would’ve struggled to see what it was if she could’ve lifted her head, opened her eyes.
    She could do none of that, however.
    She could feel the strain of her flesh increase as the huge thing pressed relentlessly against her.  Despite the moisture generated by the constant stimulation, the object was so large the skin began to burn as it was stretched beyond its limits.
    Despite the discomfort of his entry and his pounding rhythm, Tilly felt her body rising toward climax, burning for it until she could hardly catch her breath.
    And yet she never reached the pinnacle she was striving for.  Despite the fact that the pounding went on and on until she was nearly mindless, it brought her only to the precipice and held her there until he reached his own crisis and spilled his seed into her.
    She wept when he withdrew and she felt certain that he’d left.  She wept because her body was aching and throbbing for relief.
    She’d been disappointed—quite often actually—because she’d had sex and almost got off and then didn’t make it.
    She was usually only mildly disappointed, however, and the discomfort went away fairly quickly. 
    The difference now was like comparing a wave on the beach to a tsunami. 
    She couldn’t just dismiss it because her body never completely returned to normal.  The stimulation stopped completely, she discovered, every hour or so and then built her back up to fever pitch. 
    Whenever one of the aliens came into the room, the suit blinded and deafened her with the mask, covering even her mouth—to prevent her from screaming if she’d been so