"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun".
Waking in the brightly lit cell, she had no idea where she was or how she had came to be here. An alien abduction? Kidnapped by scientists? There was no telling, all she could recall was last being in her room masturbating, having brought herself to the edge multiple times before finally about to give in to her overflowing need, suddenly everything went black: then she was here, body still glowing with the unfulfilled promise of release.
She was only half conscious of the surroundings, feeling lost in a hazy limbo, unable to even fully notice the mechanical tendrils that were wrapping themselves around her limbs. Only when the creeping tentacles crawled down within her underwear did she seem to regain herself, though it was too late to do anything about it; now the unknown tendrils were trapped within the confines of the material and against her delicate sex.
“Oh you thought that was it, that it was going to stop just because you passed out?”
Forced orgasms were all she’d written, all she’d requested. She’d come to wish that she’d added a stipulation for it to stop. Yet there would be no escape. Even her own screams and pleas were not granted the freedom to escape her lips. The only thing that would escape her were the hopes of any mercy. She would simply come, and come, and come again.
“Forced orgasms” was all she had written, and it was what she’d receive. Once the haunted house had stolen Lily’s companions from her, she welcomed the presence of the strangers around her, all cloaked in black and leading her to the room. It was foreboding to see the mattress at the centre of the sinister looking room, though she was thankful that it was warm and rather comfortable once they laid her down on it. She had resigned herself to the fate ahead as they restrained her to it and placed the ball gag in her mouth.
“You will scream,” whispered one of the figures as the other left. At that, he removed the cloak and looked upon her body with a hunger in his eyes. She shied away from his gaze before he knelt beside her and began his exploration of her pleasure.
Carly had been so turned on by hearing the stories of “the trapped man” and how people were able to walk by and watch this man being tormented relentlessly. She had pictured him, being restrained and stroked to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, while she wrote down ‘voyeurism’ on the waiver form under what she fantasised about most.
Having been separated from her group, she was relieved to be approached by one of the performers. Carly felt a surge of arousal course through her as the woman wordlessly attached restraints to her wrists and ankles. When she soon felt hands jut out from the wall behind her and begin caressing her, she realised that this was just how the story she had heard played out; the thought of taking his place, to be teased to the brink of climax while others simply walked by and watched, set her body alight. The woman stayed and aided the hands in fondling her, the touches becoming more and more intimate. As she became more aroused, Carly noticed that a lot more people were walking by than she had seen previously in the Haunted House. At first she looked out to see if any of her friends were among these people, then she assumed that these extra people may all be part of the scenario, designed to indulge her voyeuristic fantasies even more. Even if her friends had appeared however, by the time the hands started to masturbate her, she wouldn’t have even noticed. The culmination of being so openly on display and at the mercy of these dedicated touches were enough to quickly bring Carly to the brink of orgasm: just as quickly however it was snatched away.
Being too impatient to frustrate herself during masturbation, Carly had never teased herself much during her private moments. Being brought to the edge like this was such a new sensation and it took its toll immediately. After merely the first time those fingers all pulled away, she begged them to finish her off. She wanted to come in front of all the people walking by, yet when the hands continued this sequence a couple more times, denying her the release she craved, she understood that the story she had heard of “the trapped man” was something which they wanted her to fully experience. She was too focused on her need to orgasm to ponder how they could have possibly known that she had heard of the story before.
The woman overseeing her torment did not utter a word in response to her pleas for them to stop and just let her come. Those cruel fingers simply worked her slick, sensitive pussy to a frenzy time and time again. Somehow the hands knew just how to touch her, working her body in exactly the same way she would when playing with herself. Having always let herself come as soon as possible, being made to endure this constant stop start method of stimulation was too much to handle. After 20 minutes of having her orgasm withheld, she began screaming out for the passers-by to help her come. They ignored her pleas, many simply stopping for a while to watch her sweet suffering. Never had Carly ever thought that her own pleasure could be used to torment her in this way.
Once she would finally be given her moment of release, she’d have to endure the same wicked stimulation all over again from the start.
“Let’s try that again shall we?” said the woman at last.
Knowing how long they had kept her in that state of need, and how merciless they were at teasing her to the brink time and time again, the thought of enduring it further was unbearable.
Laying him down on the table was easy once the zombie nurses whispered to him that he was soon to experience the delights he had written down on the haunted house waiver. The thought of having his cock teased without him being able to stop it aroused him greatly. Once they laid him face down, his cock slipping through a hole in the table, he sensed what was to come, particularly when they strapped the cuffs around his waist, wrists and ankles to hold him helplessly in place.
David still had no idea where his friends were even after spending the last ten minutes searching for them through the maze of pitch black corridors. He had welcomed the clutches of the performers once they found him, particularly once they started to strip him, though they never told him where the others were no matter how much he quizzed them. Just as he felt something touch his exposed manhood, speakers began to play the moans and screams of the friends who had vanished. Those sounds alone aided the slight touches in stiffening his sensitive length.
Just remember, as you walk through the Haunted House, that even though the screams may fade out as you gain some distance, for her it does not stop. Her screams linger throughout the night, her convulsions of ecstasy and orgasmic squeals will not end until the appetite of this wicked place have been sated. Go ahead and walk along… run if you must; just know that it may be you crying out in tortured bliss soon enough.
ToysMultiple-Orgasms Bondage. Stephanie couldn’t decide what fantasy turned her on the most, the waiver form showing clearly that she had many desires on her mind. The Haunted House did not want to deny her any satisfaction.
When Stephanie and the remaining companions entered a room full of smoke, they all started to become drowsy.
“We need to get out of here,” yelled one of her friends.
As they all began to sprint through the room, a case of the blind following the blind as they aimlessly pressed onward, Stephanie became sluggish and fell behind, succumbing the most to the effects of the smoke which seemed to possess the quality of sleeping gas. Once the rest of the group exited the room, only just about making it out before giving in to unconsciousness, they realised Stephanie was gone. They did not dare venture back, leaving the sleeping girl to whatever fate the haunted house had in store for her.
As Olivia ventured deeper into the haunted house, she noticed that it seemed to start brimming with plant-life, gorgeous flowers that seemed to breathe a new lease of life into what had been such a dark, claustrophobic setting. It was only when she entered a large, garden-like open space that she realised that she had unknowingly been separated from her friends. Before she had time to call back out to them, a group dressed as zombies sprang forth from the surrounding foliage and apprehended her. She had no time to react or even cry out for help as she was stripped naked and thrust onto a table at the centre of the thriving garden. The moment she was held down on it, she realised that the garden itself wasn’t simply a prop, it was pulsating with life; the greenery seemed to undulate as if breathing in and out. The movement above, with the rhythmic churning of branches and petals, almost hypnotised the naked girl for a moment, though the realisation that the hands were no longer what kept her held down brought her back to reality.
Jessica and her friends had ventured to the PleasureTorture Haunted House having heard so much about it, how exciting and surreal the experience was. Apart from the praise, they had received little other information about what actually happened within, with each personal encounter being very unforthcoming with details, except merely stating that everyone has an entirely different experience. Once they all finally arrived and signed the waivers, it was time to begin. The strangest question within the paperwork was being asked what their deepest fantasies were, though they had already expected this to be unlike anything before.
The first portion of the haunted house was similar to most others, though with a lot more physical contact and a lot more intense scares. Their hearts were pumping from all of the extremely realistic and shocking jump scares lurking around the many corners and hiding places. Occasionally the girls found themselves being touched a little more intimately than they had expected, though the next abrupt scare left them forgetting about it fast. All they had known beforehand was that there would be a distinctly erotic element to the maze of horrors, yet aside from the occasional lingering touch from hands embedded within the walls and from the performers, they found themselves being scared a lot more frequently than expected.
It was when one of the girls found herself picked off and dragged silently from the others that things changed. While the others left behind would soon call out Jessica’s name to no avail and huddle together closer, they also would soon find themselves taken one by one. Jessica was the first to feel the real delight of the haunted house. She had given just a little insight on the waiver forms about how she’d always wanted to be manhandled by a couple of strangers; now she’d experience exactly what she had fantasised about. The figures held her down and tormented her as silently as they’d captured her. Completely overpowered by the two figures, she was helpless against those penetrative fingers, exploring her so deeply without letting her rest. It took no time at all for her body to catch up with the desires of her mind as within minutes Jessica came harder than she ever had in her life, as if they’d tapped into her most primal desire. Held down so tightly however, there was nothing she could do to stop them from giving her what she had always craved time and time again. She could play along and scream for them to stop, but they knew exactly what she inwardly yearned for.
Jessica was the first to experience what the Haunted House held within, yet the others would also succumb very soon…
If only she could do something to stop it, to even be able to speak and beg for its mercy. The demon however would not even give the mercy of letting her scream out from the sensations tearing throughout her body.
The tape still covered her, the necessary markings to summon the demon. How foolish she had been. The spell-book had stated that it would grant her a single wish, yet occasionally the being repeated the same message it had used to greet her once she had summoned it.
“Pitiful human female, long has passed since I have bestowed gifts of power and wealth to your kind. You dare bring me back with such demands. Let this punishment be a reminder that I am not your lackey.”
Nothing other than this was conveyed. Unable to speak, the only sound in the room, when the message was not being relayed to her, was the slick sound of her fingers constantly stroking her overly sensitive pussy. The demon’s victim had no control of her movements, all she could do was think of how desperately she needed it to stop. For what felt like hours, she was forced to masturbate relentlessly. Each orgasm thrust upon her swollen red sex after the first few would have brought her to her knees, made her curl into a ball and try to recover: yet it kept her standing.
The demon could have done anything to her, could have terribly contorted her body or made her act out any number of horrors. Though it delighted in this instead, being able to relish in her sexual torment, able to feel the physical anguish brought about by an act that would normally comfort her. While she could not scream out, it could feel and almost hear the screams emanating from this human girl’s clitoris every time she was forced to orgasm, the swift strokes honing in on that spot and never ceasing.
The first few times left her breathless, having never played with herself beyond the point of coming once; it was a pleasure she could not have ever experienced under her own administrations. The rest of the night however was spent exhaling through gritted teeth, internally praying that she may be spared from more ceaseless torture. By now she had expected to have become numb from the over-stimulation, yet the demon must have been stopping her body from protecting itself in such a way. Her assumption was correct.
The relentless attention to that delicate little nub was unbearable. Every muscle strained in a futile attempt to stop the onslaught to her clitoris, hoping to surface from the sea of agonising pleasure she was drowning under. It felt so horrifyingly cruel, to take such a sweet sensation and use it against her in this way. If she could speak, she’d have pleaded with the demon to take her if it wished, to penetrate her and use her for it’s own physical pleasure if it so desired; anything to just stop herself from coming for just a moment. It would have been a little easier if this wicked entity was the one who was touching her this way; knowing that her own fingertips were the ones tormenting her pussy made it so much worse, so much harder to comprehend.
Finally, once she was sure that she’d perish if she were to orgasm much more, certain her heart would give out, it all stopped. She gulped for air, every orgasm had caused for her to struggle for breath, and not being able to scream or moan out made it seem so much harder to inhale or exhale. Suddenly, the demon spoke once more, but this time was different.
“Your punishment is not over. You wished to take from me a gift, yet instead I shall take from you. Your orgasm, humankind’s moment of utmost rapture; this belongs to me now. Only on this date each year may you ask for it back for one night, but to do that you must summon me, and again I shall have my way with you the same. Farewell… for now.”