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Maia bared her glistening teeth as she pulled in her stomach muscles with all her might, the tendons on the top of her foot threatening to burst through her skin. Polished titanium chains attached to her wrists and ankles clinked under the feline's stretching limbs while the leather cushions that bore her weight groaned, her sweat-soaked fur chafing against the textured hide.

Come on, get the fuck out already!

A flat-screen monitor with an ever-increasing percentage counter which now marked 80%.

A two-way mirror that stared into her soul whenever she saw the reflection of her green eyes in it.

The table she was fastened to.

A strong, wall-powered vibrator that was massaging her bare clitoris, sending rapid-fire micro-tingles of ascending lust deep into her.

These were the only things in the dark room that couldn't have been more than 200 square feet.

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The red-faced snow leopardess squeezed her pussy muscles, the same ones that locked up and throbbed during the ending of her toe-curling pleasure sessions back home--but she wasn't back home now. No. The felid's muscular handpaws balled up as another zigzagging drop of sweat made its way down her matted forehead fur. Her accelerated, plangent heartbeat drummed in her head, almost drowning out the monotonous buzzing coming from between her legs.

Yes, yes ... Almost there!

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She could feel the godforsaken contraption pressing against the smooth skin of her cervix, its hemispherical, metal tip squeezing into the squishy, pink tissue of her inner sex. There had to be a way ... She just had to get it out. Maia's chest heaved a couple of times as her mighty jungle cat lungs readied themselves, her sore lower tummy muscles preparing to clench for the umpteenth time. Summoning every ounce of mental and physical fortitude her exhausted, sweaty and frustrated body could muster, her pussy enveloped her archnemesis with the strength of a dozen bears. Blood rushed to her head as her teeth gnashed--Maia even managed to unwittingly block out the prickly, accumulating heat in her clit.

Yes! That's it!

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Maia felt the tubular intruder slide an inch out of her cunny as it rubbed against her pussy lips, no longer prodding the fleshy wall that separated her cunt from her womb. A shrill inhale escaped her maw as the cat pushed again, her arms trembling against her restraints, the tendons in the crooks of her arm protruding through her fur to reveal her light pink skin. The gizmo slid another inch out of her sex, the mild pleasure of the motion combined with the reappearing searing in her nub coinciding with an involuntary gasp-moan and hip thrust.

Oh, my God, yes ... OK, one more time!

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She cleared her throat and brushed aside her mounting arousal and, with an abdominal undulation that could put veteran belly dancers to shame, primed her body for another clench. Just before her muscles could reengage, her body froze.

No! God, no!

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With eyes wide open and pupils nearly disappearing, Maia craned her neck up. Past her ample breasts and rock-hard, brown nipples, the pivoting, machine mounted vibrator that was keeping track of her clit was about to drive her over the edge yet again. Her breath hastened to choppy huffs and gasps. She angled her hips away from the thrumming massager, all to no avail as she knew all too well--every single time she tried to interrupt an approaching climax, the goddamn vibrator, with pinpoint precision, would track her every move and keep the same pressure on her clit.

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In any other scenario, Maia would welcome the orgasm. Oh, how she would enjoy that sweet, delicious ride to the heights of sexual ecstasy, to those ephemeral yet eternal seconds of pleasure that guaranteed that her kind would keep reproducing.

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Her Kegel-enhanced pussy muscles would provide her with ample back-arching delight as the lips of her cunny forced natural lube out to ooze down her pulsing taint and coat the opening of her pink, throbbing asshole.

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Her consciousness would cloud and, with her eyes rolling into the back of her head behind sun-kissed, delicate eyelids, she would groan out the bursts of sharp relief that came with each pussy clench. Maia's toes would curl with her big toes on top of her second toes, her torso would curve elegantly, and her long, bushy tail would pound rhythmically on the leather between her legs with each orgasmic surge of explosive pleasure.

No! NO! Fuck ... !

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The doodad expanded, stretching her vaginal canal to its limit ... It even made up for the mere inch or two she'd managed to push it out, its cold, metallic tip pushing into spongy, tender, cervical flesh.

100% -- ORGASM PHASE COMMENCING. CURRENT ORGASM COUNT: 4

As the burning in her clit peaked, her tail coiled up, and her eyes squeezed shut, her powerful predator teeth exposed in an exaggerated grimace. In any other situation, this is where she'd start moaning in sheer relish as everything between her legs squeezed up and released in a hearty climax, and like always, everything did try to clench and relax--but the accursed thingamabob wedged in her cunt kept her otherwise powerful pussy muscles locked.

"AHH! ARGHH!"

CONTRACTIONS INHIBITED IN CURRENT ORGASM:

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The clammy, disheveled leopardess grunted each time her snatch tried to contract around the vile gadget, not in the usual moan of bliss that ended in an erotic, catlike rumble of orgasmic satiation, but pained, pathetic vocalizations of failed potential. Another battery of salty fluid broke off from the corners of her clamped eyelids and ran down her tear-streaked face as her tailed straightened out and wrapped itself around her thigh like a wet noodle.

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Her failed, utterly ruined orgasm was a contemptible blend of crampy discomfort, sexual frustration, and anger at herself. There was no freaking way this much suffering was worth twelve undergrad credits. Two subjects? Just so that she could avoid Prof. Crookedsnout's classes? At this point, she was willing to take every single course Crookedsnout taught just so that she could cum properly.

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Pussy juice. Scientists had discovered it contains biochemical agents capable of curing diseases that, for decades, had eluded the brightest medical minds. But it had to be lube that was generated a specific way ... The juice that came out when a female masturbated herself lacked the necessary chemical makeup. An external agent had to induce orgasm--but then came the ethical dilemma.

"Should we be masturbating girls to orgasm?"

"Well, we could just have them come in with their partner and have them do it, and then can collect the samples."

"Nah. We need to record the session, and if we film a couple of doing anything sexual, that's considered pornography, and we'd need to get a lice--"

"Yeah, yeah, I get you."

"Hmm ..."

"So, the idea is that they have to cum, right? And not by self-stimulation."

"They have to 'climax' or 'orgasm', Ralph. We're not shooting a porno flick here ..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, hear me out."

"Yeah?"

"So, what exactly is the problem if we stimulate them ourselves somehow? I'm asking for real, here--not trying to be argumentative or boneheaded or whatever."

"Dude, well ... It's just wrong. It's a gross violation of scientific ethics. The pleasure of orgasm should be reserved for masturbation or for intimate contact with a sexual part--"

"Wait. Did you say the pleasure of orgasm?"

"Yeah. Like, the pleasure is what bonds romantic partners. It's what makes it unethical, really."

"Well, what if we made them cu--sorry, orgasm without feeling any pleasure?"

"Hmmm ... Well, is that possible? Like, doesn't orgasming mean you feel pleasure?"

"Well, I think for females there's muscular contractions in the pussy, and that's the source of the pleasure for them."

"In the what , now?"

"OK, dude, fine--the vagina. Whatever!"

"So, let me get this straight. You think that by somehow blocking those contractions, the pleasurable aspect can be eliminated, yet they still orgasm and produce the necessary chemicals in the lubrication?"

"I think that sounds about right, yeah."

"OK. So how do we go about making those contractions not happen?"

"Well, Dr. Crookedsnout from the Anatomy department was working on something last I spoke to him at a conference. Something about helping pregnant women with their painful contractions ..."

With the help of the good professor and a few modifications later, the Contraction Inhibitor was born--Crookedsnout even helped build in a wireless module to connect it to a digital display, as well as a lubrication fluid collector. This way, they only needed one device to do everything.

Now, all they needed were test volunteers to see if the liquid collected this way was good enough for medical purposes ...

Acing all her pre-med classes, the nineteen-year-old snow leopardess's curvy sides, perfect 36C size breasts and slightly upturned button nose made heads turn wherever she went. On the fast track to medical school, one thing stood in Maia's way--Prof. Crookedsnout. The old codger, a badger as old as the hills and the bane of all straight-A students, was an inventor beyond compare and every bit as ruthless as a grader.

Maia purred in satisfaction as she scanned the flyer she'd been handed. She didn't see the upright, stiff and pedantic font of a scientific publication that the leaflet had printed on it, but mental images of herself in the coveted white coat of a medical practitioner--this was going to be it. Her ticket straight to medical school. No need to take stinky ol' Crackedsnatch's class, nope.

If only her academic stupor didn't prevent her from reading the big notice at the very bottom ...

"SUBJECTS WILL NOT EXPERIENCE SEXUAL PLEASURE DURING THE INDUCED ORGASMS"

A couple of days later, she was ready to forfeit medical school, college, everything ... Just as long as she could get one good orgasm.

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This was the fourth time the demonic machine had prevented her from orgasming--or rather, had denied her the most enjoyable part of climaxing. Absolutely everything else was there ... The endorphin and oxytocin rush; strong, visible pulsing of her taint, asshole and clit; the sex flush on her upper chest and face; nipples that could scratch diamond. Maia felt her cunny muscles flinching and gnarling up, sore and exhausted from their feeble attempts to provide the poor girl with the toe-clenching sensations she desperately craved.

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Her nub was on fire from the nonstop stimulation. She couldn't decide what was worse: her post-"orgasmic" clitoral hypersensitivity, or the climaxes devoid of all gratification. Her very last ex-boyfriend was a massive fan of forced orgasms, so she was all too familiar with jarring, unyielding vibrations on her nub just after a satisfying climax. However, with her former partner, for every bout of harsh, rough post-orgasmic overstimulation, her pussy would eventually lapse into the most amazing contractions, and all would be forgiven.

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There was no reprieve here, however. The first time had caught her by surprise, and it was the worst mindfuck ever. Maia had wiggled her toes a couple of times to relieve the tension from the toe pointing and she'd arched her back with a lung full of the laboratory's air, ready to let out a moan of satisfaction as those first eruptions of erotic pleasure washed over her. This is the best, cumming and not taking that old fart's courses, she had thought in the seconds leading up to what she thought would be an amazing climax. The doohickey that had been pushed deep into her had stirred and she'd felt it pressing against her insides. She had paid it no mind, thinking it was some science toy taking measurements. The cat had braced herself as her mind's eye focused on her clit--when being vibrated, whenever that pleasant white-hot feeling in her knob spread to the rest of her vulva, she knew she'd crossed the point of no return.

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Just as Maia was about to release her breath in a long, sensual and erotic moan to accompany the lovely sensations of climax, her delicately closed eyes had jerked open--the thing inside her had inflated, stretching her pudendal opening to maximum capacity before it could start to hurt. What?? No! In a cacophonous mental scramble, she realized all at once that she had started climaxing, but since the stupid thing was holding her pussy wide open, she was being cruelly deprived of the best part of cumming.

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She had tried everything--angling her hips every which way; clamping down herself on her pussy muscles to try and squeeze out any sensations of ecstasy during her ruined orgasms; bearing down to try and push the device out. Nada.

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As her fourth devastated climax was coming to an end, she let out a shrill cry of defeat. Maia's toned stomach muscles finally gave out. Her entire abdomen was on fire. The denied pulsing had become more separate and weaker with each futile contraction. In a way, her Kegel exercises worked against her--when her pussy was free to throb, they'd made her cum her guts out, her vaginal opening clamping down with enough gusto and strength to snap twigs. With nowhere to go, however, the powerful muscles not only failed to provide her with ecstasy but also cramped up horribly.

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Her cunt finally stopped twitching. It was odd for Maia to wish for a climax to stop, and not only did she wish for it, but she begged for the ruinous cramping to stop. Her perspiration-soaked body only had a few second of relief--the vibrator still pummeling away at her clit made its presence known as the raucous, unbearable sensations of clitoral hypersensitivity took her breath away with a high-pitched inhale and made her abdomen writhe and twist.

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