Haven's Vault

------ Note from the author: This is a darker story than I usually write and contains elements of permanent orgasm denial, sexual slavery, brainwashing, misogyny, grooming, and lack of informed consent. ------

Jared woke up with a gasp and discovered that he was not only still alive, but he was actually quite comfortable.

He was in a small, dark room, lit only by a warm lamp on the table next to the bed he was tucked into. He was wearing soft pajamas that were not his own. When he inhaled, trying to catch his breath from the shock of waking up, he could only smell clean bedding and some sort of pleasant, mild air freshener.

Jared's last memory was of staggering through the ruined city. His home was far from here -- his home, in all likelihood, no longer existed. He had hiked for days to escape the desolation and had just about come to terms with the fact that he would die in that strange and shattered place, only to lose consciousness and find himself here.

Alive. Healed from his wounds. Clean. Mildly hungry.

A small chime sounded, and a previously unnoticed door slid open. More warm light cascaded into the room, silhouetted by the man who stepped inside along with it.

"You're awake," the other man said. "How are you feeling? Any pain?"

Jared sized him up as he came and sat by the bedside. The other man was of medium build, with a kind face and healthy teeth that gleamed when he smiled.

"Where am I?" Jared asked. "The last thing I remember..."

"You're in Haven," the man said. "And you're perfectly safe. My name is Shawn, I'm a doctor here -- I was on the team that fixed you up after our scouts found you outside."

Jared relaxed a bit. "You saved my life, then," he said. "All I can say is thank you."

"We should be the ones thanking you," Shawn said.

"No, you don't understand," Jared said. "My home was destroyed. I've been trying to find other survivors for so long, I'd almost given up hope."

"But you didn't. You made it here." Shawn patted his leg through the blankets with a friendly sort of affection. "And you're probably quite disoriented already, so I'll try to keep it simple. Haven is a special place. It's an underground complex, kept separate from the surface since before the wars even began."

"We're underground?" Jared glanced up at the ceiling, and only then realized the lack of windows. He'd assumed the room was so dark because it was night.

"That's how we survived. Our little community has survived a lot, over the years. But there is one thing we're always lacking. Fresh genetics."

Jared's sense of caution returned. He had to prevent himself from curling up and away from the doctor. "Right," he said. "And by that, you mean..."

"Oh, nothing like whatever you're thinking!" Shawn said. "No, we're not going to -- to steal your genetic material, or... or suck out your bone marrow, or clone you, no. Absolutely not. You're safe here, I promise. Nobody will harm you."

"Explain what you mean before I start running for the nearest exit," Jared said.

Shawn gave him an apologetic smile. "Reproduction in Haven is carefully monitored and controlled," he said. "It has to be. It's a closed society with limited numbers, and we have to strike the right balance between growth and inbreeding. Whenever we get a new member it's very exciting. Fresh genetic material, new breeding lines, a little change in routine for the girls... and the men, of course, never complain."

The way Shawn spoke was so matter-of-fact, Jared had a hard time determining if he should be embarrassed by the conversation.

"You want me to... impregnate people," Jared managed to say.

"Girls," Shawn said, as if correcting him. "Our last new addition was two years ago, so the poor things have been rabid -- not literally, I promise, they're very clean, merely an expression. We have an excellent stock of fertile girls in Haven. Later down the line, the Board of Genetics will probably have some specific breeding requests for you, but for now they've set aside a modest delegation for your own personal use."

Jared was speechless. He had half a mind to ask if the doctor was playing a bizarre prank on him.

Seeing his face, Shawn patted his knee again and stood up. "I'll let you get some more rest," he said. "I'll be back in the morning to take you on a little tour and then you can meet your girls and, uh... get settled in. Sounds good?"

"Yeah," Jared croaked. "Sounds good."

The room felt larger and emptier once the doctor had left. Jared had a difficult time getting back to sleep, and once he did, he had disconcerting dreams -- hospital waiting rooms, sirens, sterile gloves, a deep sense of unease. The sense of unease stayed with him after he woke up.

Jared had been with his fair share of women before the world had gone to shit. He'd struggled to keep any long term relationship for a variety of little reasons. Incompatibilities, work stress, family problems. But he'd always liked and respected his girlfriends. The way Shawn spoke about the women of Haven made him feel very strange.

The breakfast tray delivered to him by a nice male nurse cheered him up a bit, as the food was significantly better than he'd expected for underground bunker fare. And despite himself, he was happy to see Shawn's familiar face when he returned to bring Jared on his tour.

"So this is our hospital block," Shawn said, leading Jared out into the hallway. "At the end of the tour I'll show to to what will be your permanent quarters. Usually these rooms are just for surgical recoveries, as we don't have too many accidents down here."

Down the hallway and out through a keycard locked door, Shawn showed him into a surprisingly large underground concourse. The indoor space reminded Jared of a mall center. Three tiers of open floors all surrounding a central space with bright sunlamps, garden boxes, even a small water feature. At this time in the morning the space was populated with a few dozen men in casual clothes all going about their business, most of whom stopped to give smiles and waves to the touring group.

"It's a great community," Shawn told Jared. "You'll make plenty of friends. All our new residents settle in quite quickly once they see what we have to offer. Now, down that way is the boring block -- our analysts, community planners, engineers, that sort of thing. And next door is the Board of Genetics. The big wigs. Down at the end is the Fertility Center. Right beside that is what I like to call the breadbasket -- our hydroponics, water treatment, livestock, basically everything that goes into that delicious breakfast you had earlier. A lot of fellows either work there or work at the neighboring Industrial Center to recycle and manufacture whatever Haven requires."

Jared was stunned at the complexity and self-sufficiency of this underground space, even just hearing about it.

"We don't need to tour all that today," Shawn said, breezing along. "Once you get settled, we'll do some interviews, see what kind of role you'd fit into, and you can take a look at the facilities to see where you'd like to work. It's boring stuff."

Evidently Shawn felt that quite a bit about his underground miracle was boring.

"The best part of Haven is the Educative District," Shawn said, now taking Jared lightly by the elbow and leading him across the concourse. "We have excellent programs available for both boys and girls. I was born here, so I'm perhaps a bit biased, but an education here is twice as good as anything you're likely to receive aboveground. Even before the war, I'd say."

"Speaking of girls," Jared cut in, "I didn't see any women out on the concourse."

They'd entered a long corridor leading off the green space and were now entering what appeared to be a cozy lobby for an office.

Shawn glanced at him. "Why would they be out there?" he asked. "It would cause a real disturbance. Most of our fellows are quite limited in their options, and with how intense our girls can get, well... it's not often a pretty scene."

Jared frowned at Shawn as he walked up to the receptionist's desk and grinned at the man seated there.

"Hey, Carl," Shawn said. "I'm taking Jared for a spin around."

The receptionist, Carl, returned the grin, although he also shook his head. "Lucky bastard," he said. He gave Jared what was no doubt meant to be a meaningful look. "Enjoy the tour."

A door on the left buzzed open and Shawn gestured for Jared to go through. He noted a sign above the door indicating this was the girl's entrance.

"Now," Shawn said, in an almost hushed tone, "I know you're from the surface, so some of our ways might be unfamiliar to you. Maybe things are different up there. But I want you to know that we treat our girls very fairly and ethically here. All girls under eighteen receive good educations on physical health, nutrition, gender roles, theater, dance, music, and their choice of electives. In fact, we're about to pass our first classroom. Don't worry, the windows are one-way mirrors. They can't see us."

The corridor they walked down did have a large window on the left side, and Jared peered in to see a big, colorful classroom full of what appeared to be teenage girls at work on different assignments. Some of them were writing papers at their desks. Others were in small groups of their peers, caught up in intense conversations. One girl at the back of the room was busy constructing something out of papier mache and wire, aided by two of her friends.

The class was watched over by two much older women, both taking turns helping the girls as they roamed about the classroom.

Jared's unease dissipated once again. This was the sort of scene he'd feared the world had lost forever. There was nothing sinister about this.

"There's more classes down that branch, with different age groups," Shawn said. "But I wanted to make sure you knew our ethics. We're very concerned with the health and wellbeing of our girls here."

"Don't worry, doctor," Jared said. "You're preaching to the choir, I'm convinced."

Shawn's smile was now relieved. "Good," he said. "Now we'll go down a level and see our graduates."

They stepped into an unusually large elevator and descended one floor.

"Once the girls turn eighteen, they graduate into a secondary program," Shawn said. "Now, up until this point, we try to keep them as... well, as innocent as possible. They have no interactions with our fellows before this age. We teach them about their bodies but we make sure to discourage self-exploration. It's best if they enter the secondary program with a metaphorical blank slate."

The elevator stopped and both men got off on a dimmer, more hushed corridor. The walls, Jared noted, were insulated with foam.

"Our forefathers were experts in human nature," Shawn said as they walked along. "The fate of a society rests upon the birthing sex -- upon girls. Too many cultures have fallen due to the reluctance of girls to bear children. When they designed Haven, this was their primary focus. Everything revolves around this point. How can we encourage girls to breed? How can we encourage girls to desire reproduction? And eventually our great forefathers came across a novel idea that seemed so small, so easy to implement, that it was ridiculous to imagine it bore the weight of a society's future. But it did. And for fifty years now, Haven has flourished because we hold this one rule above all others. Take a look inside this next window and see if you can guess what that is."

With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, Jared peered in through the window.

And felt his jaw drop open.

Four girls, perhaps in their late teens or early twenties, each stunningly gorgeous with long limbs and smooth skin all on open display -- strapped into what resembled gynecological exam chairs, legs spread wide -- hooked up to an array of wires and sensors and beeping machines -- and being fucked, with mechanical precision and force, by thrusting machines mounted with massive dildos.

There was no sound through the glass. Jared could only imagine the sounds pouring from each girl's mouth, their eyes squeezed shut in either ecstasy or torment, the dildos pounding away at their shockingly bright red pussies. Wetness pooled over the edge of each exam chair and dripped onto the tiled floor.

As he watched, stunned, one girl's dildo suddenly went still. The girl's reaction was as if shocked by a cattle prod as she tried to break free from her restraints, thrashing and twisting, howling loud enough that Jared could just faintly hear it through the thick glass.

She was begging. She was screaming, "Please, please, please!" over and over again.

After a minute, her struggles died down. She was clearly exhausted. Then the machine very slowly started fucking her again, and the look on her face was obviously one of despair.

Static roared in Jared's head. In his pants, he felt his cock stir to life, and he had to clear his throat and blink a few times before he trusted himself to speak aloud.

"She, uh," he said. His voice was rough. "I don't think she got... is the machine defective?"

"Not at all," Shawn said proudly. "That's exactly what it's designed to do. A lot of girls struggle to orgasm without clitoral stimulation, which makes this machine a good low risk way to keep them occupied, but that lucky girl can cum without her clit being touched at all. So the machine stopped."

"Oh," Jared said, and felt as though he'd been hit by a truck. "Your rule is you don't let them cum."

"I knew you'd understand," Shawn said. "Girls who cum either get greedy for pleasure or stop wanting to reproduce at all. Early in secondary training they are allowed to orgasm a few times to learn how it feels, and so our machines can learn their biorhythms, but then they are prohibited from orgasm for the rest of their lives."

Jared stared at him. "Forever?"

Shawn winked back. "That's one of our best kept secrets. We never tell them how permanent their denial is. Instead we tell them they just need to be a little more eager. A little more seductive. A little more... whatever we think they need to hear. But we always tell them their orgasm is right around the corner."

"Isn't that cruel?"

Shawn pointed at the girl who had just been denied an orgasm, who was now thrusting her hips as much as her restraints would allow, frantically riding the dildo in hopes of finding release this time around.

"Does she look unhappy?" Shawn asked.

"She looks desperate," Jared said.

"Of course. But do you think there's anywhere else she'd rather be? Anything else she'd rather be doing?"

Jared watched her. The way her strong, sinuous hips rolled up and down. The sweat gleaming off her hip bones, the small mound of her stomach, her perfect tits. The swollen mess of her pussy, and how he could practically see it clenching around the dildo, trying its hardest to squeeze an orgasm out of the unforgiving machine.

Shawn patted him on the back and laughed. "Your silence speaks volumes, my friend. Let's see the next room."

"N-next room?" Jared choked out.

"We have dozens of these training classrooms in the secondary program," Shawn said. "This one is just to get them used to penetration. It's vital in a girl's education. We keep them on these fucking machines for at least eight hours a day in the early phases, and then slowly taper them off. By the time they graduate into their tertiary program, they crave a good hard fucking almost as much as they crave orgasm."

"Tertiary -"

"All in good time," Shawn said.

They proceeded down the corridor. Jared's cock felt like a steel rod in his pants, and he hoped Shawn hadn't noticed. He couldn't decide if he was ashamed of his reaction to the helpless, desperate girls or not. On one hand, he felt a bit like a peeping tom, staring in at them while they had no idea he was witnessing their private torment. And he had every intention of jerking himself off to the memory of that girl's denied orgasm later on, while she would stay aroused and without release, and wasn't that unfair? Wasn't it cruel how hard that idea made him?

Didn't he like it when a woman came during sex? He'd always enjoyed feeling his previous girlfriends squeeze around his cock during orgasm, had always felt proud of doing a good job satisfying their needs.

But that girl's pussy was squeezing just as hard on the dildo without requiring an orgasm first. And as for her needs...

"Do girls... do girls get frustrated eventually?" Jared asked, even though he knew it was a stupid question. "Isn't there a point where the denial makes them, ah... reluctant to reproduce?"

"This was one of the forefather's fears as well," Shawn told him. "Us men, of course, would suffer horribly under such conditions. But we've been conducting studies over the program's lifespan tracking the wellbeing of the girls -- physically, mentally, emotionally -- and after enough time spent denied, they begin to prioritize the edge over the orgasm."

"So they like it," Jared said. "They like being denied."

Shawn laughed amiably. "Like it? They don't just like it, they worship it. It's all they talk about, all they think about. When the girls are old enough to start teaching other girls, they're only too happy to introduce a younger generation to the same pleasure. It's practically a religion for them. Edging and denial is everything, it's -- well, frankly, it would be crueler to take it away now."

The last vestiges of unease and reluctance faded from Jared's mind. These girls were probably feeling pleasure the likes of which he would never understand. His body was built to cum. Their bodies were built to be denied, and in the denial, reach impossible new heights of fulfillment.

"Of course," Shawn added, "it doesn't stop them from begging to cum. But I think the begging is part of the joy for them. We've done tests. Denying them actually increases their arousal response. They're fascinating creatures. But, as I was saying -- the next window."

Jared now eagerly looked into the next viewing window along the corridor.

Four new girls, equally as appealing as the last, were suspended against a wall with their wrists restrained high over their heads and their legs held far apart with ankle cuffs. Older women, probably in their forties, attended to each girl with small but powerful looking vibrators.

The girl closest to the window had long dark hair, and ribbons of it clung to her temples and cheeks as she cried, squirming in her restraints. Her attendant was teasing the very tip of her clit with the vibrator, bouncing it on and off the swollen little thing, evidently keeping the girl trapped at the edge of orgasm. Slick strands of desperation clung between her trembling, spread wide thighs.

"You see what I mean," Shawn said, although his voice sounded far away as Jared stared at the girl's clenching pussy. "Any of these older girls could make the younger ones cum if they wanted. But they know just how good denial feels. They would never let that happen. And besides, they still believe that someday they'll get to cum, and they would never risk a potential future orgasm on some fleeting pleasure for a girl in training."

"How long have they been edging these girls for?" Jared asked. His mouth was dry. He wanted to taste the girl's desperation perhaps even more than she wanted to cum. He could just imagine how her soaked, plump pussy would taste, how soft it would be, how hot and easy to tease.

Shawn checked his watch. "It's still early in the morning, so maybe an hour? They'll take a break at the four hour mark for lunch and stretches."

"I see," Jared said, because he could think of nothing else coherent to say.

"There's a lot more to see on this floor, but I think you get the gist of what happens in the secondary program," Shawn said.

"I could see more," Jared replied.

Shawn laughed again and elbowed him playfully. "Oh, trust me. I make quite a few trips down here myself on little health and safety checkups. One more elevator ride, and one more classroom, and then I'll introduce you to your delegation. While we're touring, I've had some fellows deliver the girls to your quarters and get everything set up."

Jared honestly wondered if he would have to excuse himself to go jerk off quickly. But no, he wanted to wait, he wanted to save his first orgasm until he could have it deep in a hot, clutching, denied pussy.

Fuck. He had to calm himself down.

He took some deep breaths as they got into the elevator again and descended.

"The tertiary program is the last stage of education for girls," Shawn said. "After five years in the secondary program -- and five years without a proper orgasm -- they've become quite sweet girls. You'll notice that with all of them, no matter how they come into training, they leave as sweet, quiet, docile, gentle girls. Extremely eager to please. If you can get their minds off their cunts for long enough, they also enjoy conversation and entertainment. They're all talented with classical instruments and singing. But I digress -- now that they've become sweet and docile girls, they're ready to learn about a man's pleasure."

Another long corridor, with another window that Jared was only too eager to look through. And inside was a room resembling a college lecture hall, although all twenty or thirty girls in attendance were naked in their seats.

On a projector, an older woman was pointing to a large photo of a man's erect penis, with several areas circled as points of interest.

Unlike a typical college lecture hall, every girl was watching the presentation with rapt attention. Eyes wide. Some squirmed slightly in their seats, but their gazes never left the projected image as their teacher moved to the next slide, which showed a woman now with the man's penis in her mouth.

"This round of the program is shorter," Shawn said. "Only a year. They'll learn all the essential skills for pleasuring and entertaining a man. Throughout the day they get a few edges, but nothing as severe as the secondary program. They're told at the end of this program they'll get to have a real orgasm."

"Which is denied," Jared mused.

Shawn grinned at him and leaned against the wall. "It's ingenious, really. One at a time, in front of all their peers, the girls are taken behind a curtain and edged. And denied, of course, but we have a very convincing actress moan and scream over the sound system as if she really is cumming. Most of the girls won't see their classmates again, as they get sent off to different posts around Haven, so there's no harm in the ruse." Shawn sighed in bliss. "Every year it's hot competition to be on the medical staff observing the process. Most of the girls know that all the previously promised orgasms didn't happen, but this one seems so real. They watch their classmates go behind the curtain and hear their real moans, their real cries of pleasure, and then are convinced they hear that lucky girl have a real orgasm. Over and over again. There's no reason to believe this one is a ruse. To be behind the curtain, to look into that girl's eyes as we deny her most trusted orgasm... it's almost better than cumming yourself."

"What do you tell them?" Jared asked. He felt feverish with arousal.

"When we deny them?"

"Yes. What do you say when you deny them like that?"

Shawn shrugged. "Depends. Sometimes we say their grades weren't good enough. Sometimes we say they didn't perform well enough. Most of the time we just say it didn't seem like she really wanted to cum, and maybe next time she'll actually want it."

"Jesus," Jared whispered.

"It's not like it isn't true," Shawn said. "They'll beg and plead for an orgasm like their lives depend on it, but deep down, they don't want it. No girl ever actually wants to cum. They love denial -- don't forget that. The best thing you can do for a girl is keep her denied." He gestured at the class, where an aide was now handing out a box of dildos, potentially for some oral training. "I wanted to show you this so you'd know that they're trained in your pleasure too. They're not selfish girls who only want to cum. Your pleasure comes first, so to speak. And after enough use, they'll start to link your orgasm to their pleasure. My girl -- I've had her for ten years now, and sometimes I have to send her back here for edging up, because she wants my orgasm more than she wants her own sometimes. And I love her, she's the sweetest little thing, but part of her charm is her desperation, of course. Anyways. I've talked enough, and we should get you set up in your quarters now so you can meet your own girls."

Jared's mind was a roaring blur as they left the Educative District and headed towards the residences.

"You'll have three to start," Shawn was saying, and Jared was halfway listening. "But because you're new, you can always request more. We have plenty of girls. If one isn't to your liking, we can replace her if needed, but that's a rare case. You've got a blonde, a brunette, and a very pretty dark-haired girl -- I saw that one caught your eye, the one we've sent over could be her twin. You'll be impressed. They have names but feel free to rename them. They'll learn to accept anything. Even pet names. My girl was called... Edith, I think, or something similar, but I just call her Sweetie."

Another elevator took them several floors down a quiet residential building. Quiet, Jared realized, for the same reasons as everywhere else -- insulated walls designed to absorb and mute sound.

They stopped outside a door, where Shawn passed Jared a black keycard.

"This will unlock your front door," he said. "The place is yours. I'd give you a tour, but... well, I think you'll figure it out. The kitchen is stocked and your girls know how to cook. I'll give you all a few days to, ah... get to know each other."

"Thanks," Jared choked out.

Shawn gave him a salute. "Good luck," he said, turning and going back towards the elevator. "And stay hydrated!" he called over one shoulder.

Jared stared down at the keycard in his hands. Then the door. Once Shawn left, the hallway was completely silent, and his entire body buzzed with an anticipation that bordered on unbearable.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Whatever his impressions were of his new home, they were lost as he instead took in the three girls inside.

They were restrained against the wall in much the same manner as the girls in the edging room had been. Wrists bound over their heads, legs bound apart. Either someone had teased them ahead of time or their long period of denial had caused them to become excessively wet, because even from the doorway Jared could see how their wetness had dripped down their thighs and onto the floor.

His lust warred with his desire to build a proper relationship with these girls who now, if Shawn was to be believed, belonged to him.

Their eyes followed him like three starving animals as he shut the door behind him and tried to compose himself enough for an introduction.

"Hello," Jared said cautiously. "I'm Jared. I'm, uh... I'm new."

They weren't even looking at his face. They were all focused on the bulge in his pants.

"So," he said. "What are your names?"

The blonde finally tore her gaze away from his crotch to look him in the eye. "Daisy," she said.

"Lilac," the brunette said.

"Rose," the dark haired girl said.

"Are all girls named after flowers?" Jared said without thinking.

Daisy's hungry observance of him turned mildly contemplative. "No," she said. "But when there's a trio, they like to give us all matching names. You really are new."

Jared, again with caution, crossed the room to get closer. All three girls leaned forward in their restraints as he approached. He was halfway tempted to jerk himself off just like this, with them watching.

"Please," Rose murmured. Her voice was husky.

Fuck. He couldn't think straight about what he was going to do with these girls when he was this horny. He needed to cum first, and then he would figure this out.

"You want me to fuck you?" Jared asked.

"Please!" was the unanimous response.

He started undoing Rose's ankle restraints, which were padded and fastened with a velcro strip. He had to kneel to do it, and before he had thought it through, he was suddenly faced directly with the girl's clearly very needy pussy.

She was bare, save for a small strip of dark hair, and while she wasn't as swollen and red as the girls in the edging rooms, she was pink enough to be gorgeous. And wet enough to smell absolutely incredible.

Jared couldn't stop himself. One moment he was trying to undo her ankle cuffs, the next moment he had buried his face into her pussy.

Rose let out a keening whimper as his tongue stroked through her folds, swirled around her clit, and Jared felt a shudder go through the girl as he sucked it into his mouth. His brain shut off as her juices hit his tongue. All he wanted was to be down here, tasting her, feeling her hot and swollen and slippery in his mouth, feeling each little twitch and tremor as he worked her up.

"Please!" Rose gasped. "Please, please -- please let me cum!"

He had just enough presence of mind to pull away from her, panting, and then watched in spellbound fascination as her now reddened pussy clenched around nothing. She groaned as if in agony.

"Does that feel good?" he asked her.

"Yes!" she said, her voice hitching, "yes, please! Please let me cum!"

"They told me not to let you," Jared said.

"Just one," Rose said. "Just one time. Nobody would know, we wouldn't tell anyone!"

He'd had his mind made up when he'd entered the room. Shawn had convinced him that denial was good for girls. But still...

"When was the last time they let you cum?"

"Six years ago," Daisy said. Jared had almost forgotten the other two girls were present, and looked up at them now, where they were both watching him and Rose with expressions of pained jealousy.

A plan began to form in his mind.

He looked back at Rose's dripping pussy. "Can you cum without your clit being touched?" he asked.

Her clit twitched at his question. "Yes," she whispered.

"I'm going to fuck you," he told her. "And if you can cum from me fucking you, I'll let it happen. I don't want to stop. But if you cum, it's a secret, you understand? It has to stay a secret between the four of us."

"Yes!" Lilac whispered.

"Yes," Daisy said, "we won't tell, we won't."

Rose stared down at him with huge eyes. He remembered that the last time she'd been promised an orgasm had likely been at her graduation, and no doubt she thought he was lying to her again now.

"I won't tell," she said softly.

He felt guilty about contemplating the betrayal of Haven's values like this. But he needed to fuck Rose. He needed it right now.

Jared stood up and struggled out of his pants, kicking them off as his cock sprang free. He lifted Rose by the thighs, got her to wrap her legs around his hips, her arms still suspended over her head, and then without any preamble at all he shoved inside with a choked groan of pleasure.

If she'd felt good on his tongue, she was unimaginable wrapped around him. Impossibly hot and tight. Little tremors squeezed his cock every time he moved even the smallest amount inside of her, and he could feel the fluttering beat of her heart. He'd never felt pussy like this before. Never.

"Jared!" she gasped. "Oh, fuck!"

He stayed fully sheathed inside her for a second, panting, his mind whirring over his two torturous choices. He did want to make her cum, he did, if only to cement her loyalty to him and ease six years of suffering -- but Shawn said the girls loved being denied. And he could feel it in Rose's denied pussy just how good denial made her. A girl who came all the time would never feel like this.

She squirmed as much as she could. "Please," she groaned.

It was up to her, Jared resolved. "You can cum as long as you do it before me," he told her. There. Now it was out of his hands.

"Please! Please fuck me!" Rose begged him.

One hand supporting her thigh, the other wrapped around her slender waist, Jared couldn't hold back any longer. His hips jerked and he buried his face into her shoulder as he began fucking her with vicious force.

Somehow she became even tighter, a vice around his cock.

"Oh," she said, her voice deeper. "Oh. Oh. I'm -- please, I think I'm -"

With another girl, Jared would have felt deeply shameful about his lack of stamina. But he'd just spent all morning watching the hottest fantasies play out in front of him and Rose's grip on his cock should have been illegal and within seconds, he was shouting in pleasure as he came.

And not a second too late. Exhausted, as he pulled out of Rose, she began to shake and whimper in a way he hadn't seen before.

"No," she sobbed. "No, no, no, please -- please, touch me, please, I'm..."

Before his eyes, and completely untouched, her pussy spasmed as if in the throes of an orgasm, leaking both his cum and her own juices. But there was no pleasure on Rose's face. Her body locked up and her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned as if in pain.

The other two girls watched her with wide eyes.

"Is she...?" Jared asked, still out of breath and still reeling from the shock of his own orgasm.

"You ruined it," Daisy whispered fervently.

"Is that good? Or bad?" he asked.

"Generous," Lilac murmured. "When we're very, very good, sometimes we get a ruined orgasm."

Rose began to cry. Unable to stop himself, Jared helped her out of her wrist cuffs and pulled her into his arms, where she clung to him and sobbed. "Thank you," she cried. "Thank you."

He took a seat on the couch with her still in his arms, smoothing back her wild black hair and surprising himself at how natural it felt to kiss her forehead and comfort her.

This was perfect, Jared realized. Obviously the girl had not experienced a pleasurable orgasm, but it had still be a release of some sort, and not one that was forbidden by Haven. He could ration out a healthy supply of ruined orgasms to these girls and convince them they were being spoiled, while still keeping their pussies denied of any real pleasure.

"Rose," he told the girl in his lap softly. "You were very brave, and very good. Will you sit on the couch like a good girl while I give the others their ruined orgasms too?"

He heard the rattling of their restraints as both girls jolted upright in surprise. Evidently they had not expected to receive anything themselves.

"Well," Jared said. "It only makes sense. That way we're all keeping the secret, right?" He felt it was best to maintain the secrecy of their ruined orgasms, even if they were technically allowed. All the better to secure their bond.

Rose sniffled, and raised her head. "I'll sit on the couch," she said in a small voice. He couldn't stop himself from kissing her then, tilting her chin up and tasting her soft lips. She was immediately receptive, winding her arms around his neck, meeting his tongue and deepening the kiss.

It took serious effort to stop and attend to the other girls. But at this rate he'd probably be back in action sooner than he'd thought, and able to provide a proper fucking instead of his frankly embarrassing performance earlier.

He wrapped a blanket around Rose's shoulders and stood up to evaluate Daisy and Lilac.

Daisy's big tumbles of blonde hair fell nearly to her waist. She had the largest breasts of the three, and although her back was to the wall, he could tell her ass was equally plump.

And Lilac's soft brown hair was like a sheet of silk, coursing over her shoulders like water. She was an athletic girl, with strong arms and clearly defined thigh muscles.

"Can either of you cum without your clits?" Jared asked.

Both girls shook their heads.

"That's fine," he said. He took a pillow from the couch and knelt on it in front of Lilac. "Tell me when you're close," he said, and licked a broad stripe up her pussy.

If she had appeared needy before, she was doubly so now after watching Rose receive a coveted orgasm. Her clit had swollen to a ridiculous size with her torment. It was almost too easy to suck it into his mouth and lash at it with his tongue, and when he slid two fingers inside her and curled them, she made a choked sound of pleasure.

He wasn't the only one who would have to work on his stamina, he thought, as Lilac's legs began to tremble.

"I'm close!" she cried out, and Jared pulled away to watch her pussy twitch in denial.

"You'll have to learn to hold out for longer," he told her. "I don't want to always have to stop so soon."

Her eyes brightened with tears and she nodded. "I'll try," she said.

"Daisy," Jared said. "Would you count down from thirty? If Lilac can make it to thirty, she'll get a ruin. Otherwise we'll start over."

Lilac moaned hopelessly.

"Yes, sir," Daisy said. He liked the 'sir'. "Ready?"

"Go," he said, and returned his attentions to Lilac's dripping pussy.

"Thirty," Daisy said. "Twenty nine. Twenty eight."

He had no intentions of making it easy for Lilac. She was obviously a shyer, quieter girl than the other two, and he wanted to see her struggle. He wanted to see how loud he could make her get. He dug his fingers hard into the hot, swollen spot inside her, swirling his tongue around her prominent clit as he applied as much suction as he dared.

Lilac made a small, squeaking noise.

"Seventeen," Daisy said. "Sixteen. Fifteen."

Lilac's legs were shaking again. She must have been tensing every muscle in her body trying not to tip over.

"Ten. Nine. Eight -"

"I'm close!" Lilac shrieked. "I'm close, I'm -"

Jared pulled away quickly and Lilac wailed like a wounded animal through clenched teeth. He watched in amazement as, through what looked like sheer force of will, she held back from an orgasm. Her pussy openly drooled thick strands onto the floor as it throbbed.

"Good girl," he said, stroking her thighs. "Very good girl."

"Please," she sobbed. "Please, please!"

"You'll get a ruin soon. Let's try again. From thirty one more time."

"No!" Lilac begged.

"Thirty," Daisy started counting.

"No, please!" Lilac cried out, but Jared sucked her clit right back into his mouth and felt it twitching there.

She only made it ten more seconds before she had to tap out again. Her clit was absolutely enormous, bright red and clearly beyond desperate for release. Jared had no doubts that this was the hardest she'd been edged in a very long time.

"Seems like thirty is no good," he said. "Let's try twenty."

He went a little easier on her, although it must have felt just as torturous based on the sounds Lilac made as he teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. He massaged his fingers in slow circles over that spot inside of her and her pussy clenched around him in rhythmic pulses. Later he'd have to try fucking her. Knowing she couldn't cum from that would make her cries for release so much sweeter.

"Eight," Daisy counted down. "Seven. Six."

"Please, I can't hold it," Lilac moaned.

From the couch, Rose chimed in. "You can do it!" she encouraged. "Don't cum, Lilac."

"Five," Daisy said, adding, "don't cum yet, honey. Four. Three."

"Please!" Lilac howled.

"Hold on," Rose said. "No cumming."

"Two. One."

Jared pulled away and brushed Lilac's straining clit with the tips of his fingers. "Cum for me, Lilac," he said.

Lilac let out a guttural scream and for a moment, nothing happened, although her entire body was tensed and her expression was agonized. Then slowly, slowly, her pussy started clenching in a perfect ruined orgasm. Each spasm was met with a shocked grunt from the poor tortured girl.

"Good girl," Jared soothed immediately. "Good girl, so good, so good, come here, baby." He undid her restraints before the ruin was fully over and pulled her close, feeling her body shaking with need.

That gave him some more ideas. In the moment, he just held her, told her again how good she was, and after a minute set her down on the couch next to Rose so the two girls could cuddle each other.

"Thank you," Lilac murmured. Her eyes were far away and distant, and Jared imagined that the post-orgasm haze could be even more potent for ruined orgasms. Perhaps a ruin was more pleasurable for denied girls. He shouldn't feel any guilt about stealing away a chance for release.

But then it was Daisy's turn. The girl shook in her restraints, no doubt out of a mixture of pent up arousal and anticipation.

"Now, Daisy," Jared said. "For this to work, I'm going to let you down from the wall, and you're going to lay on the couch and let your friends hold your wrists steady."

She was obedient as he gave her instructions, setting her on her back on the couch, her head in Rose's lap, her wrists held over her head by Lilac.

By now Jared was fully hard again and very much wanting another orgasm. He positioned himself between Daisy's legs on the couch, cock bobbing as he watched her beautiful pussy spread open for him.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said. "And I'm going to tap on your clit. Same rules as Rose. You can cum as long as you do it before me, although you should thank her, because I'm going to last a lot longer this second time around."

Daisy tilted her head back. "Thank you, Rose," she whispered.

Rose smiled down at her. "Enjoy him," she said.

Jared pushed inside and once again felt the tight, almost scalding grip of a denied pussy around his cock. There really was no going back from fucking a cunt that wanted to cum so badly. And he imagined it had to feel better for them too, getting fucked after such a long and total denial. Everyone won. Especially him, getting to cum in that vice grip.

But he'd just had a spectacular orgasm in Rose and he was going to take a while to get going again, so he set to work fucking Daisy just the way he liked. Strong, powerful strokes, grinding the head of his cock against the top of her channel, and with every few thrusts he gave her clit a cursory little tap with his thumb.

It was certainly not enough to make a normal girl cum. Any girlfriend of his would have been pissed at him for such a cruel tease.

Daisy, however, writhed underneath him and cried out in pleasure every time he touched her desperate clit. And he felt the small nub swell up as he continued to fuck her, pushing forward in hopes of more friction, more attention, that he was careful not to give.

After a few minutes she was beyond coherence.

"Please," she slurred. "Please. Yes. Please."

Her walls had tightened around him like Rose's had, but she wasn't tipping over yet. The poor thing couldn't cum without proper clit stimulation, and he was at this point just brushing over the very tip in long intervals. She had to be trapped on the extreme edge of cumming.

"You can do it," Jared said. "Don't you want to cum?"

"Yes. Yes. Please."

He gave her clit another soft, barely there flick.

"You can cum now," Rose whispered in her ear.

"It's going to feel so good," Lilac told her. "Just let go. Let him make you cum."

Daisy made a drawn out, tortured noise, and Jared waited even longer before tapping her straining clit again. Idly he wondered just how long he could keep her in this state. The way she gripped on his cock felt unreal, and he'd already had to slow down a bit to prevent himself from cumming too fast.

But he wanted his orgasm all the same.

"You're running out of time," he told her. He wasn't sure if she could even comprehend what he was saying, but her moan of despair seemed to imply she got at least part of the message. "I'm only going to give you three more taps. Then you'll have to try to cum only on my cock."

She clenched even harder around him, and he remembered Shawn saying that denial seemed to increase arousal. Maybe encouraging her to cum was the wrong thing to say.

He thrust into her and held still. "You know what?" Jared said. "I think I changed my mind." He glanced up at the other two girls and winked, knowing that Daisy with her eyes closed in concentration wouldn't see it. "I don't think you really want to cum. No more cumming, Daisy."

Her eyes flew open with a look of wounded betrayal, just as her pussy squeezed and he could have sworn she nearly squirted. "No," she gasped. "Please! Please!"

"No," Jared said, and stroked his finger very slowly across her clit. "Hold it. Don't cum."

That was all it took. He saw the expression shift on her face, and felt the rippling inside her, and knew she'd just tipped over the edge. If he wanted to make it a very hard ruin he would have pulled out at that moment. But he wanted to feel her ruin on his cock, and so he held her pussy open and thrust in as deep as he could go and held there, ensuring her clit would receive no attention at all.

"No!" she squeaked. "Please, I'm -- fuck! Please! I'm cumming!"

When the ruin struck her, he felt her bear down on him with shocking force, her pussy trying desperately to wring any pleasure out of the aborted orgasm and failing to receive any friction. Her little clit twitched as if trying to reach out for him. Daisy struggled briefly, but Lilac was strong, and held her arms out of the way as she was forced to endure the ruin.

"No," Daisy moaned. Her pussy was still fluttering around his cock. "I would have cum. I would have."

"You did cum," Jared said, his voice rough. "That was a beautiful ruined orgasm." He pulled out, and then slammed back in, and Daisy shrieked. "Now you get to feel mine too," he told her.

Perhaps her pussy had become oversensitive after her ruin. Jared wasn't really sure what she was feeling, as she quickly became hysterical while he fucked her soaking cunt through the last of her ruin, crying out with every thrust and squirming around wildly in Lilac's grip.

It only took him a minute longer to cum under those circumstances. The orgasm struck him with violent pleasure, a lightning bolt from head to toe, emptying his balls into Daisy's desperately unsatisfied pussy, and then collapsing on the couch to try and catch his breath.

"Good girl," Rose cooed to Daisy, mimicking him. "You were so good."

It was Daisy's turn to seek comfort after her ruin, but this time Jared was on the couch with them, and all four ended up cuddling together. Jared's warm afterglow was only intensified by the knowledge that none of the girls had received real release. He could fuck them again. Anytime he felt like it, probably.

He would have to carefully ration out the ruined orgasms, however. Once a week. No, maybe once a month. It wouldn't do for anyone outside of this room to start thinking his girls were less desperate than the others.

His line of thinking caught him off guard.

These were HIS girls.

And Haven was his new home.

(potentially to be continued!)