The Writer’s Pen (Audio Story)

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Hear the writer’s torment come to life in this erotic horror audio story.

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An audio collaboration with Minxy and Creativeintentaudio.

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Post Halloween Blindfold

Tonight, she will experience nothing but hell. It would make absolutely sure of that…

After a very entertaining Halloween night, she had woken late in the afternoon, her hangover not nearly as bad as expected. Having hoped to have hooked up with someone, the trace of unfulfilled desire mixed with the idea to masturbate as a cure for her faint headache had meant for a powerful sexual cocktail. As she started playing, fantasizing about a man holding her down on the ground and masturbating her, she realised that there was a blindfold laid out amongst the remnants of last night’s outfit. Keen to further augment her fantasy of being dominated a little by her fantasy lover, she quickly put the blindfold on. The moment it went on, her fate for the rest of the day and night was sealed.

A sudden burst of indescribable need forced its way throughout her body, a longing that seemed impossible, a sexual torment far beyond the realm of mortal torture. Though what made it even more maddening was that, at that moment when every ounce of her very being wanted nothing more on earth than to masturbate herself into a frenzy, her hand would not respond – it was being controlled by something else.

It was no accident that this blindfold, a cursed item, had found its way to her. While she would never know how it came to be in her possession, whoever had placed it on her had known just how much torment would befall the recipient once they wore it. 

The blindfold, as soon as it was put on, took all control away from the hands of the wearer. All she could do was writhe her hips and hope that control would return, while the entity within the blindfold maintained its direction over her fingertips. The true horror of the cursed item however, was something which would torment this girl beyond anything humanly possible: every time that a woman had been forced to be brought to the edge with the blindfold, that sensation had been stored within it, meaning that every time a new person wore it, they experienced the build-up of every moment prior. This girl was now being tortured with the feeling of hundreds of moments of being right on the edge of orgasm, all at the same time, coursing within her – the sensation of a thousand pinnacles of orgasm rushing through her at once, a hell beyond description. She could not scream. She could barely moan. It took all her effort to even breathe with the unfathomable, agonising pleasure tearing her body and mind apart. Though the cruellest of all was that even with this horrific need forced upon her, the entity would not masturbate her. Instead, it simply made her hand tease her sensitive pussy relentlessly. 

For over an hour, it traced slow fingers, brushing and sweeping over and around her pussy and breasts, all over her body, never giving her what she needed, her streaming tears of desperation doing nothing to tide the cruel torment. 

Her pussy juice flowed in a non-stop torrent, her body unable to comprehend the inferno of aching need, as if she had melted into a pool of indistinguishable pleasure. She would surely die from this kind of feeling, though it certainly would not let that happen. This vessel of female bliss was far too delightful. The fingers continued to trail idly along her sex. Once whatever controlled her hand finally began to masturbate her, she was met with another level of horror – it would not let her come. As much as it felt like she’d explode from it, as much as she felt that she’d die from the intensity of an orgasm from all of this inside, there was no release from the anguish. Her suffering would continue for hours, with her fingers relentlessly masturbating herself, every time she’d have normally climaxed, simply adding to the whirlwind of countless orgasms pent up within. In any other state of mind, she’d fear just how intense an orgasm from this would feel, though right now, all she feared was how long it would take until orgasmic release came. It would be a long time before she found out.

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Bathing in Pleasure

The moment she sank into the bath, the desire to masturbate herself that had lingered all day finally overcame her. The moment she closed her eyes and opened them, she found herself in a different place. Somehow there was no sense of fear or shock – a warm haze drifted over her – yet the sexual longing did not subside. Instead, it seemed to be amplified. While the water was still just as warm as her bath, she could not fully control her body, as if she were being held in place. 

The moment she felt a mouth press between her thighs, she jumped and tried to look down to see who – or what – was there. It was then that she realised that even her head was being held back in the water. The water held her wrists, waist, ankles and head in place like liquid hands.

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A Halloween Feast

You may try and capture their existence with cameras, but they will make their presence known far more intimately tonight. Hear the demonic whispers as on this Halloween night pleasure becomes your treat… and your nightmare. The feeling of cuffs on your wrists and hands holding you down as you sleep certainly aren’t just in your mind…

An audio/visual experiment, capturing Nova Gold taken hold by a supernatural entity on Halloween night.

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Model: Nova Gold

Aerith’s Encounter

“Please! Please let me come. I can’t take it anymore.”

If only her pleas could bring any mercy or respite.

Aerith had been warned about venturing off alone. She wasn’t scared of Shinra however, and felt as if there was little that could be hazardous in the flower gardens. How wrong she was; there were other things besides Shinra that had taken an interest in this magically powerful Cetra.

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The Village Ritual

The flame of pleasure once again scorches through her, though again it is not enough. All she can do is grind up and down on the rock-hard member that continues to feed on her ecstasy. The demons needed her to continue, and they wouldn’t be satisfied until they had their fill.

Every year she had to perform the same ritual for the sake of her village. There was no telling what these beings would do if they were unleashed upon the village to search and satiate their appetite, so she did what she must every year – offer herself as the sacrifice to their lustful needs.

For the entire night, they use her body one after the other, caressing, groping and penetrating her, each year growing more accustomed to just what turns her on the most. Although she is used to it now, however, the first time was quite a shock, a level of torment that she had not expected. The demons fed solely off of her pleasure, therefore, every time she came, that orgasm was sapped from her into the beings. Not only was the orgasm taken from her in the sense of its energy, but also the very sensation itself, meaning that every time she came, only the first millisecond of it could be felt before it was stolen so cruelly from her. The first couple of years were torture – when she had originally submitted herself to be the martyr of the village – now she knew exactly what to expect, though it never made it any easier to withstand.

In order to build up enough sexual energy for it, she abstained from sex for most of the year, meaning she came very few times throughout the year, making it all the more difficult to endure this torment of being kept from experiencing a full orgasm. The demons, of course, seemed to enjoy this sense of torment, making sure she had little rest. There was no denying that it was a pleasure, unlike anything else, for her to be the very centre of such sexual energy, to have her own body being the object of their lust and very being. Even the minuscule bout of pleasure from the orgasm torn from her was enough to keep her wanting the next – if only they’d give her respite just once, to let her enjoy it just that one time.

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D27X

“We’ve received another video from them, though this time it appears to be a regular human civilian. We can only assume that she may have been dressed like one of our members for Halloween, completely unaware of the possible dangers; another reason why our battle with these fiends should have been made public, as I had requested.

As you are aware, D27X’s ability to slow down one’s perception of time has caused for even our top agents to succumb to his interrogation techniques. Previous agents who had been captured after infiltrating their facility had given up all they knew after no time at all, and these were people who had been trained vigorously to withstand such methods of torture. Now that they are on the offensive, this poor girl has been caught up in the middle, completely unaware and with no chance at all. 

It is unclear from the video whether they are already aware that this girl is not one of our agents. The start of the video simply shows her screaming out that she doesn’t know who they are or where she is. It is clear, however, when the time manipulation starts. It seems like he started it at the moment she climaxed. She is clearly unable to vocalise, trapped in a constant cycle of orgasmic sensations. Those of you who have encountered D27X or studied him can attest to his ability to make one second feel like one hour. Although the video cuts out after 30 minutes, the constant whimpers and tears from the girl, trapped in the torturous sensation of an ongoing orgasm in extreme slow motion, show that he was using his abilities on her to the fullest. Whether to gain what he thought would be information from her or simply for his own sickening delights, this currently unknown girl has had to suffer through unimaginable sexual torment. We must warn the public of what dangers are out there. Otherwise, this cruel situation will present itself again and again.”

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I want to play a game…

Welcome. I want to play a game.

For so long you have spent so many nights of your life scouring the internet for people to take control of your pleasure, to indulge you in your own fantasies to no avail. So long searching but never finding what you truly desired. Tonight, you have the opportunity to control your own dream.

The device you are strapped to can be controlled by your own voice, a powerful vibrator that can register how close you are to orgasm. Say ‘up’, and the machine will vibrate higher. Say ‘down’, and it will turn down lower. The machine will automatically bring you to the edge of orgasm every 5 minutes and hold you there for 20 seconds. If you can hold yourself at a high level of arousal until the end, you will be released, and you can leave. There will be no indication of how much time it will take or how long you have left. If you slow the machine down too low, or If you succumb to the need for orgasmic release, your orgasm will be cut short, and the machine will begin a succession of ruined orgasms repeatedly. How many? That would be for you to find out.

Control your pleasure or let it consume you. Make your choice…

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Telepath C23P: The Interrogation

How will you cope as you try and withstand the cruel torments of The Facility? Try to hold out as the threat of teasing, edging, orgasm denial, and more await you.

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