<strong>Emma, giving in</strong><br/><br/>She felt his finger press past her nether lips. She inhaled sharply as he touched her clit, trying to stifle a moan. It was difficult as he fingers stroked along her slit, while he rubbed her tender bud. She closed her eyes and raged against the feelings she was  having. Wrong, wrong, all wrong. He humiliated her just to build her back up? She didn't want to be his toy, but she could feel her strings being pulled, just like a puppet in his grasp.<br/><br/>As her sex burned for him, needed his touch, so did her breasts. Emma enjoyed his hand on her soft orb. Pressing it into her, touching her, piniching and molding her. Her soft sighs became louder, emanating fromthe masks she wore. Her breathing became ragged, as he pushed on, bringing her closer to climax. A moan slipped from her lips, then another, and then a string of them one right after the other.<br/><br/>Her body pressed against his legs, shaking and quivering. Why? Why would he do this? He was breaking her resistance by giving her what she wanted, what she needed. He was evil, pure evil. He had now driven Emma to the edge, and she was ready to go bounding over the edge with a climax that would flow over his fingers and onto the cell floor.<br/><br/>With a little squeak and groan, Emma let go, let her orgasm wash over her. She turned red once more ashamed she had let him bring her over the edge. She was more mad at herself than with him. She should have been stronger, resisted him, but it was too late for all of that now. Emma stayed there, kneeling, still as she wondered what he would do to her now that he got her to cum once more.