Author: pleasuretorture

Test subject: 0095

Observing the subject using regular vibrators on herself had shown that over-stimulation caused for the girl to stop 2.00 minutes post-orgasm. This device, referred to solely as the ‘Amplified Vibrator’ has proven effective in pushing the subject past previous points of over-stimulation. The device maintains a low vibration consistently without fault until the first orgasm is achieved, after each subsequent orgasm, the vibrations increase. Due to the increase in vibrations after each orgasm, which in turn leaves the subject’s sex in a more sensitive state, it is advised that all future test subjects will also need to be restrained to continue observation.

37.00 minutes of stimulation have proven to elicit responses which had previously not been experienced by the subject. The scanners show very high physiological effects with the continued use of the Amplifying Vibrator, though attempts to draw coherent responses from her have been useless, indicating that cognitive processes are focused solely on the sensations of the device.  Any attempts by the examiner to communicate with the girl have been met with screams and pleas for the vibrator to be moved away. The agonised screams correlate with instances of extreme pleasure, which indicate that the vibrator continues circulating her orgasmic state; the device has been left pressed firmly against the subject’s vaginal opening and clitoris throughout.

Preliminary interviews show that subject 0095 rarely experienced an orgasm in her private life and gets too sensitive to have more than 1 orgasm during masturbation. So far 8 orgasms have been registered, with the vibrator increasing in intensity after each one without fault. The subject is registering a level of intense pleasure which she has never experienced before, causing for her to scream for it to stop.

Readings certify that orgasm no. 9 is nearing; I will continue the test to see if the highest intensity of the vibrator can be reached, therefore another 11 orgasms will be needed. The likelihood of this occurring before the subject loses consciousness is low. I request that further tests are carried out using this device.

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Naked, defenceless, teased to a frenzy… succumb to the sweet surrender.

At first, you’ll take it. You’ll relent to the desire erupting from your sex right now. Every trail of thought had led to this moment, your hips rising as you are carried off into a wave of intoxicating bliss. Overcome by pleasure as if being lost in a dream.

Suddenly you will be ripped back into the world once more, his world, when you feel that burning sensitivity quiver beneath his tongue, within his mouth. Your body tries to fight it, to repel the addictive, cascading torture being heaped upon it, but your mind knows it is useless; you are his. The shackles deny you the mildest chance to protect your throbbing pussy. The torment you feel now is nothing compared to the knowledge that you are helpless, defenceless to stop the unrelenting feast of your epicentre for as long as your consciousness can withstand. 

You give in to the torrent of pleasure that floods through you; you are nothing more than his orgasm doll. Every twitch, every shudder, every convulsion of pleasure drives you deeper into the realms of wonderful agony that you are buried in.

You won’t break the cuffs. You won’t crawl away. You won’t be given a rest.

You will simply come.

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“We know how these lustful thoughts, these erotic visions, always cloud your mind… how they seem to rule your life… we can cure you, we can set you free of the constant search for stimulation. Let us help you.”

Every day she knew it was to come, yet never could she truly prepare herself for what was in store for her. Like clockwork, she moaned out and screamed to no avail.

Locked away in the unit, she was completely at their mercy, succumbing to their ‘therapy’ every single day. Restrained and helpless, the powerful vibrator fastened against her swollen, red, delicate pussy for what must have been hours at a time. They said it was to cure her, to exorcize the cravings for sex, yet the end never seemed in sight.

In the night, she would hear the screams of pleasure from others like her, the echoes of lust; by the morning, she knew it was soon to be her turn.

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No matter how much she begged and pleaded, she was nothing more than a plaything, a pleasure doll to use at their whim.


She had been able to read the two girls for a while, almost sensing the seductive glares they gave her. Yet her admission that she had fantasised about a lesbian experience pushed these two sultry-eyed vixens to a new level of desire.


Something within her tried to stop herself from agreeing to the card game, knowing that they’d make sure she lost, knowing they’d use her forfeit as a way to take control of her, yet still, she carried on.

If she had realised they were cheating, that it had all been carefully planned for them to beat her so easily, would she have stopped them? Would she have even wanted them to stop?

“You have to obey us for the rest of the weekend… we’re going to make you our little sex slave.”


The words caught fire within her, yet she did not run, did not hide away, did not protest; something long hidden away seemed to yearn for this, for these two girls to dominate her in a way she had never believed could become a reality.

That was a full week ago, since then they have teased and tormented her every single day, the prospect of granting her an orgasm keeping her constantly at their beck and call. Every day, they took pictures of her in such states of need, always keeping her in the same position; knowing exactly what was to happen made it all the more unbearable. The craving within her kept her coming back for more, kept her from disobeying them, keeping herself denied of an orgasm every night, that swollen pussy dripping wet as soon as they came around to the house.

The girls undressed her every day so slowly it hurt; those soft touches and glancing fingernails across such delicate skin were too much to bear, yet this internal conflict was exactly what these two girls were after. They watched as, time and again, this seemingly sweet, innocent girl’s body shuddered with frustration as the panties were left on once more, sucking and nibbling every exposed inch of flesh before sliding the little vibrator in place. The moment it pressed to the girl’s soaking-wet sensitivity, the squeal that filled the room made them smirk in triumph. They left it there and sat back to watch the display, to bathe in the delight.

It was pure torment; knowing that they were watching her, surveying the bucking of her hips and the arching of her back, made it more erotic than she could have ever imagined. These sensations drove her to maddening heights, though she dared not disobey, forced to keep her hands away from herself and from the vibrator. The girls would control the device at their whim, pushing her to the very edge, turning it down to hold her there until it was a writhing agony.

They knew every sensation and could almost feel the anguish it was giving, the torture of such constant denial, yet seeing this girl under their complete control was like nothing else. The whimpers, moans, screams and pleas for an orgasm that would not come kept them soaking wet.

“We’re going to masturbate now, just keep your hands away from your pussy and the vibe, and don’t you dare look down at us… just listen to the sounds of us enjoying you.”

The soft, wet sounds of two girls masturbating to her, the tight panties trapping that unforgiving vibration against her, the sensations of total submission… it was all too much. Everything within her screamed out to let herself come, to give in to what her body ached for, yet no matter how much her thighs shook and her body trembled, she would remain their pleasure doll until they finally showed mercy.

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submission from: littlefeministminx formerly littleredminx

Dungeon

Lowered into the dungeon, she knew what to expect, though this did nothing to calm her. She knew she would be theirs, a helpless feast thrown to the wolves. Sex starved and ravenous for the sweet touch of a woman, these men were confined here in the dungeon merely for the amusement of the royalty, a royalty which this young woman had gravely offended.

These sex craving beasts, turned more animal than man, had no interest in what the girl had done to deserve the punishment of being tied and lowered into the dungeon; constantly kept aroused and pumped with aphrodisiacs, their attention was solely on the the feast before them.

The scent of testosterone seemed to engulf her, she knew screaming was useless, yet as they were released one by one onto her to each have their turn, all she did was scream and scream. Conditioned to forego sexual penetration, they each fondled her body and devoured her pussy like starving animals… sucking and eating her out like it was the last thing they would ever do, not stopping until their jaws locked up.

No matter how sensitive her pussy got, this rough feasting on her sex would not cease. After the last had taken his turn with her, having savoured her sexual essence, the whole pack would be released at once, to each fight over her still throbbing, swollen red pussy. She would be able to do nothing but writhe in the centre of the battle for her sex, feeling her delicate womanhood being ravaged by lusting mouths, each being pulled away for the next aggressive victor to have his fill.

Once a woman of luxury, now reduced to nothing more than a prize. Having lived such a sheltered life, she had truly fantasised about being put in this scenario, to feel such helpless pleasure. Deep down, she almost hoped to suffer this punishment from the royalty she had offended. Now that she was here, however, the experience was beyond what she had imagined… an intensity beyond her comprehension. For the first time in her life, she knew what it felt like to climax so hard it almost hurt. Whenever she masturbated while fantasising about the scenario, she could at least stop when it got too much; here, she would be given no such mercy.

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“Go ahead, try and move. I want you to suffer. I can see you want to move so bad, as if it would give you any relief at all, maybe you wouldn’t feel so helpless. The fact is, you ARE helpless, there is absolutely no escape for you, my dear. Go ahead, scream out again, scream for me to let you come.”

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