It was so easy, so simple, all she had to do to end the torture was admit.  Admit and beg.  <"I'm a dirty, nasty, filthy slut!  I enjoy getting molested and having something pounding away in my hot, wet pussy!  I'm so easy that when I fall down my legs open!">  That last one would probably need some work, but the general idea of it was clear, hopefully.  <"I get all wet and horny just<em>thinking</em>about people touching me, about people using me for their own little pleasures...!"><br/><br/>She was positively writhing now, just wanting the torment to end, to feel that explosion of happy that Elisabeth had described so well earlier in the day, to let her quim spray all over.