Star Of The Show

You could have been cautious, though perhaps you wouldn’t have done a single thing differently.

For the first few days in college, you kept to yourself as you always had. Buried in your books as if raising your head would necessitate the need to interact with the world outside of them; a safe haven from the complications and discomfort that interactions can bring. It wasn’t that you didn’t occasionally look fondly at the relationships of others around you, it’s just that the fear of the unknown wouldn’t allow you to traverse outside the safe haven of your solitude. 

‘The shy girl,’ that’s how Julia first referenced you. Few terms could make you withdraw further than being directly labelled as shy, yet the more Julia spoke to you throughout your first week in college, the more that you realised this person, who you deemed  ‘the cool girl’, wanted to befriend you. It took a little while to coax you out of your shell a little more, yet the prospect of not just making a friend, but befriending one of the most popular people in college, allowed you to feel more accepted. 

Often in the past you’d looked on, wanting to not just win people over but also be admired, yet too afraid of any imagined repercussions and confrontations to commit yourself and push past your fears of rejection. Yet here you were, the first couple of weeks of college and already friends with THE Julia. 

You had known before when people’s eyes were lingering on you, since Julia befriended you, her remarks on how attractive you are helped you not only appreciate the gazes but also meet them head on. While you weren’t quite ready to actively hang around with Julia’s clique, you couldn’t deny that the thought of being amongst the popular group was enticing. Being around Julia had helped you realise that your interests and hobbies weren’t a cause to be the outsider – she shared many of the same likings. In fact, she admired your love of reading, writing and photography. For once your pastimes weren’t making you feel like the outsider. 

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As of writing, the victim is still being treated and is in an exhausted state. So far however, she has not been able to provide us with anything other than what we know from the gang’s own CCTV footage taken from their hideout.

The footage shows that they tormented the captive with a powerful vibrator in order to find out the whereabouts of one of their members who had gone missing. The fact that this victim has had, nor ever had, any knowledge or involvement with the gang or the ex-member in question suggests that they are unhinged and deluded. It is clear she knew nothing however they continued to press her further for information, meaning they are as sadistic as they are elusive.

No physical harm at all was dealt to the victim, though the onslaught of multiple forced orgasms which were used to torture her brutally and relentlessly means that the public needs to be notified of this threat before they can act again on another random target.

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Test subject 0106

Test subject 0106:            

Test subject remains in a desperate need to climax following the administration of the DimensionStop drug. Due to her extreme reactions, I advise that the subject be restrained immediately following the study and monitored so that she does not cause any harm to herself through over-stimulation from intense masturbation. The subject had complied with the requests to not masturbate at all for the last 7 days; this coupled with the drug has caused for her to now be completely oblivious to all verbal tasks, direct conversation and feedback now that the study is in its 3rd hour. Her only focus is the need for climactic release.

It appears that aside from solely inhibiting orgasm, the effects of the drug also cause for a constant increase in the level of pleasure which the recipient is exposed to. Readings show that the subject’s levels of arousal have constantly increased while the vibrators stimulating her breasts and vaginal region have been kept in place, rather than simply plateauing after the first hour, which had previously been the case. The researcher administering the stimulation has been told to apply more force with the vibrators yet the subject still has not experienced any level of over-stimulation: this suggests that her need for orgasm has overridden the typical responses to being overstimulated.

While normally very cooperative in research, for the last 60 minutes test subject 0106 has continued to beg and scream for the test to stop and be granted the mercy of climax, all while constantly trying to move her body in a manner to apply greater pressure on her clitoral region in an attempt to elicit an orgasm. I propose that the subject be denied orgasmic release for another day, with testing to continue again tomorrow, with the aim to continue daily to examine how long the effects of the drug can be replicated. I suggest therefore that only after another week of testing shall the test subject be taken off the drug and be allowed to orgasm, needless to say that the orgasm she shall experience will be of an extreme intensity.

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“You know why I’m here… If you want to truly be one of us,you’ve got to know who is in charge.”

The team leader had planned to pay a visit to this rookie cheerleader’s apartment for some time. Now that she had her all to herself, she was going to take her time playing with her prey. The newcomer was certainly talented during rehearsals, though to truly test her, there was only one way to be sure that she’d be the right pick for the team.

“Complete control of your body is of uttermost importance in our world, I’m going to test your control out for myself. No matter what I do you are going to remain perfectly still. Fail and I’ll know you aren’t cut out for it.”

The first ten minutes wasn’t so bad, with the team leader kissing her and fondling her; she knew to expect this, having been told that she often preyed on the newer members in the most obscene of ways. It was when her pussy became the target that she began to struggle to keep her legs and body from moving involuntarily. As if sensing the difficulty, the older, much more experienced girl bound the girl’s wrists together and slid a blindfold over her.

“Don’t you dare move or say a word.”

The next 45 minutes was a tormenting exercise in self-control as the girl’s body was slowly teased by such cruel, calculating fingertips, before her pussy was cruelly tantalised by such faint, delicate strokes of a devious tongue. It took all of her effort and will-power not to thrust her hips up, though somehow, even as her whole body burned with need, she maintained her composure.

Only during the last 5 minutes of the seemingly never ending hour did her pussy get much more direct attention. The feeling of those lips pressing around her clitoris, feeling it being sucked and rolled around under that expert tongue nearly made her cry out, though she managed to only let out a gasp of pleasure. While her heavy breathing and occasional high pitched moan from the back of her throat worried her, she could barely think of the fact that failure may mean being kicked out of the cheerleading team, all that was on her mind was of the hungry mouth enveloping her dripping wet sex. The fact that it did not stop however made her feel in the back of her mind that the little sounds being made were not an issue. It was when the heat of orgasm reared its head however that she gave in.

She had been so quiet, though as that red hot climax burned through her, a gasp of unconstrained ecstasy escaped her lips. She came hard just as the woman stopped. Her orgasm seemed held in limbo, needing that mouth to return as her body convulsed, though she was left without any more contact. She wanted to scream out for her to not stop, but stopped short of doing it. The team leader simply watched as the girl was overcome by the contrasting agony of climax and unfulfilled pleasure. Once the ruined orgasm receded, the girl breathed heavily and remained still and silent, curious as to what the verdict would be.

“Well done, you controlled yourself well, and didn’t say a word even when I ruined your orgasm. Welcome to the team.”

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‘I’m all yours.’

Those words linger in your mind as you feel the tight embrace of the tie around your wrists. The thoughts race back through your mind of what you had pictured this experience to be, how you pictured giving up all control. You feel a deep surge of arousal course through the deepest regions of your sex as you wait for the toys to be presented to you, ready to be dominated. You wonder how long you will last, how much you’ll scream and beg once you are teased relentlessly; perhaps it will all be too much for you, though you know that won’t mean it will stop.

The scene plays out in segments in your mind as you lie waiting, feeling more helpless and turned on than ever before. You envision a paintbrush tracing around your clitoris, the thought alone makes your legs tense; though when you have that delicate clitoral hood peeled back to reveal that swollen little bud, you wonder whether you’ll be brought to tears from the cruel teasing. The closeness of your tight lingerie feels more evident now as you wait for them to soon be removed, knowing that your tender, wet pussy will be devoured, knowing your hips won’t stop rocking once it is. You expect to be able to handle what you are to endure, though something deep down within you hints – maybe even wishes – that you won’t be able to handle it. The thought that when the vibrations against your clitoris, the pinches on your nipples, the thrusts within your sensitive sex, are all unleashed upon you, the image of your will-power and control will be shattered entirely.

You envisioned being tortured with inescapable pleasure, now it will be a reality as your eyes convey what your body will soon understand, ‘I’m all yours’.

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