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Soothing waves of ecstasy emanated from her groin; the chains that held her down were taut, her stomach was sucked in to the point where her bottom ribs protruded, and her hind paws danced and flexed wildly.

The mouse always wanted to explore the world of bondage, but she had no idea it would be this awesome. The vibrator kneaded away at her clit through her black lace panties; nothing else was on her mind.

Her captor preferred light but effective bondage - only wrist and ankle straps held the girl with the tan fur down, as well as a couple of thigh restraints and a large belt that went over her velvety belly fuzz. Try as she might, there was no escaping the vibrations. But why would she, right?

She tried to control her level of arousal with deep breaths, but the vibrations were rather intense, and the mouse was struggling. You see, she had stern instructions not to cum before a three-minute counter was up. Money was at stake.

To help, she was given the opportunity to ask for one 10-second break from the vibrator in case she got too close and couldn't control it - but she despised the idea of having the massager snatched from her clit, so she considered it a last resort.

Two and a half minutes were up, and the girl was taking deep breaths, thinking of other things, trying to block out the buzzing pleasure in her womanhood. "I can do this, I can do this, ..." was her train of thought.

2:35

"Money. Money. I can do this, I can do th--Oh, God ..." her train of thought was interrupted by a fizzing, searing sensation in her clit. It was the feeling of an imminent climax - she was about to cross the point of no return.

Our damsel in distress had two seconds to think whether to give in to temptation and cum or control herself. She was torn. This was going to be a mammoth orgasm, but she had orders not to climax before the three minutes were up and she needed the cash.

The rodent grimaced. "O--OK, take it off, take it off!" She grimaced as the massager was taken away for 10 seconds, leaving her on the edge and frustrated; the tickling in her clit started to fade. Her stomach heaved as she drew in deep breaths to calm herself down ... then the 10 seconds were up.

2:47

She sighed as the electrifying feeling returned to her nub, her tummy quivering involuntarily. The mouse almost forgot for a moment she was not to orgasm before the three-minute buzzer sounded, but quickly regained her faculties and fought hard against the pleasure.

2:52

Her breath shuddered and stopped for a split-second as the white-hot pleasure of impending climax was focalized on her clit once again. "No! No ... Control yourself, stop, stop ... Gonna win that money ..." she thought as the tingling tempted her to stop her struggle and just give in to the gargantuan orgasm, but she refused to let her willpower falter - she was not about to go home empty handed.

2:55

The burning sensation of the looming orgasm was getting harsher; she was hyperventilating, trying to drive the feeling away. This was the first time she was trying her best to avoid satisfying, sweet release.

2:56

"Oh, God, fuck, so close ..." she thought, the white-hot pleasure in her loins threatening to break into delectable orgasmic contractions. Her stomach quivered as she waged a climactic war against her own erogenous desires.

2:57

Her resolve and stamina could no longer cope. Lust got the best of her as she let the pre-orgasmic feelings hit an all-time high. "Fuck it," she thought, all within the span of half a second, "if I'm not getting the money at least I'm getting to cum!"

2:58

A mere two seconds before the timer went off, the vibrator managed to get the best of her and coax her to cross the point of no return. She lifted her head with her arms tugging at her restraints, her eyes clamped shut, anticipating the best climax of her life. The searing sensations in her clit dissipated - a sure sign that her vulvar region was about to go into blissful orgasmic contractions.

2:59

As her pussy snapped shut for her first orgasmic contraction, without warning the vibrator was cruelly withdrawn and switched off. The sudden loss of stimulating contact made the red-faced rodent gasp in a silent shriek. Her captor observed as the mouse girl suffered the worst kind of release: a ruined orgasm.

3:00

The girl desperately thrust her pelvis to get anything touching her clit as the timer went off; her vulva convulsed like a turbocharged machine gone haywire, futilely throbbing against the lace fabric of her panties. Her handpaws clasped in tandem with her denied pussy as she pointed her toes, trying to bring her thighs together for just a tap, a nudge, anything, but her restraints were too resilient.

During a normal orgasm, each throb was exquisitely pleasant and pleasurable, but during a ruined climax, even though the orgasmic contractions were there, they came with an achelike sensation of extreme unresolved frustration, of what could have been, of spoiled potential - it was the worst thing ever.

Grimacing, the mouse grunted in unison with her vulva - for the first time in her life, she wished she'd stop cumming. The contractions were cruel; they threatened to erupt into the toe-curling, blasphemy inducing ecstasy that she desperately craved, but instead they fizzled out into a vague, obnoxious ache.

Finally, the orgasmic ordeal drew to a close. The mouse girl's stomach jerked with less force each time as the intensity of the waves of denied pleasure waned. A minute after the worst orgasm of her life started, it mercifully ceased. Her head slammed back into the padded headrest of the table and she let out a frustrated, pained groan.

"Well, it seems you unsuccessfully managed to hold back an orgasm. While you forfeit all rights to any prize money, I do hope you enjoyed cumming! Bet it was worth it to lose $250 ..." His voice dripped with irony and condescension as he observed the girl's suffering body, his paws resting on the lower left corner of the table, the vibrator pinned beneath his left appendage.

"Why'd--Why'd you do that, you bastard?" she reproached between frustrated groans, her pussy still crying out for actual release.

"Do what, my dear?" started the captor, his voice almost too deep to sound natural. "I figured that I'd let you have an orgasm since you weren't getting that cash ... Come, now - don't tell me you don't like cumming!" The last sentence was appended with a sinister chuckle; it was clear he was feigning ignorance, he knew exactly what he did.

Too angry and sexually flustered to answer the quips, the girl just "hmphed!" and broke eye contact with her captor and looked to the side.

"All you needed to do was resist another second ... If you had started when the timer went off, I'd have let you cum fully ... But you were weak and let your guard down ..." explained the cruel captor, his grin more insidious than usual - slightly yellowed fangs glistened in the sparse lighting of the room.

"A fucking second? Are you kidding me?" The mouse girl cursed herself mentally. "God fucking damnit, I was gonna cum so hard, too! And I ain't got no money, either, great ..." Fuming, the exasperated rodent sighed to the sound of Velcro straps unfastening; she was being let go, frustrated beyond belief and moneyless to boot - all because of one second.