"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".
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To say she was suffering would be quite the understatement. Having agreed to participate in the drug trial which promised to net her a tidy little sum of money for what seemed to be quite an erotic experience, she had no idea that it would become this torturous.
While she fully understood that a drug would be administered to entirely debilitate her, rendering her unable to move, she did not expect this level of stimulation. When they had told her that they wanted to test her levels of sexual response while under the drug, she thought they’d meant some light touching and fondling for a few minutes; now that she’d been here for over an hour, she realised just how wrong she was.
Trapped within the near motionless prison that was her own body, she was only able to moan; no matter how much she tried, she could not scream out and beg for them to stop torturing her pussy with stimulation. Repeatedly the woman in charge of administering the stimulation finger-fucked her dripping wet opening and massaged her pulsating clitoris without relenting for even a moment. It hadn’t taken long for the tormented girl to realise that the drug not only inhibited any motion, it also prevented her from being able to climax. The rushing tide of orgasm seemed to ceaselessly push against the barriers of her sexual need for release to no avail, just constantly building without respite, making her body and mind feel ready to explode, unable to cope nor control it.
The test would be over once the drug wore off, which would be when her orgasm could finally tear free from the shackles of her drug-induced denial. It would be an orgasm that, once it arrived, would be enough to make her pass out, though sadly for her, it would be nearly another hour of tortured longing before such wonderful, much needed release.
When you were dancing with me in the club, you had no idea that I’d be the thrill you were seeking. When I asked you what your name was, did you ever expect that you’d be crying out mine while I took you with such animalistic ferocity? When our hips swayed to the music on the dance-floor, did you possibly imagine that I’d be fucking you so relentlessly while your wrists were bound helplessly just the way you like, my bedroom set-up to accommodate the kinky desires you relish in? When you first saw me looking so inconspicuous amongst the crowd, did you have any idea that I’d delight in making you come until you could take no more? I’m going to fuck you until I’m certain that you’ll never forget just what I can do to you.
They’d met at the club, an instant attraction becoming a magnet for her long neglected longings; she knew this blonde haired woman could indulge her in the fantasies that had persisted so often in her life. The rest of the night had been a whirlwind of lights and motion, the white noise of music and drinks serving as a tunnel towards the sole goal of getting back to this woman’s house. Once there, all pretences were abandoned, this night was to be dedicated solely to the exploration of her sexuality.
The cuffs and blindfold were an unexpected treat; with her wrists and ankles restrained, she’d finally truly experience what it was to be at the mercy of another woman’s lust. Once those fingers delved deeply within her tenderness and those lips clamped around the jewel of her sex, she soon came to realise that not only did this woman understand every aspect of her femininity so well, she would also feel the true savage desire of a woman who knew exactly how far a girl can be pushed into sexual ecstasy. No matter how much she screamed and told the blonde tormentor that it was too much, that she was too sensitive from coming, she would not relent. The constant sucking and thrusting of those slender fingers made her overstimulated body tremble, her fingers clasping and tensing in a futile bid to claw away from the overbearing pleasure. She thought that tonight would be her little exploration, though it turned out that she herself was the one being explored most thoroughly. Those restraints made sure that she’d come to realise just how much she could be made to scream from orgasms.
Susan had explained to her colleague about her deepest desire one drunken night out, she’d forgotten all about it since then, until without warning it happened; subjected to the whim of two women who were hungry for her screams of pleasure, wanting to take advantage of her while she was alone at work.
Her work colleague had used the female forced orgasm service before when she herself was alone in the office, fondly recalling how rough they were with her, the way they made her endure orgasms far beyond what she could handle. Even though she had expected to be dominated by the people she’d paid to force pleasure so intensely upon her, it was still a shock to have her own body in the control of other women; she knew that was exactly what Susan needed. Susan was unwittingly about to experience just how these women relished the sight of another woman submitting to their techniques. There would be nobody visiting the office again until the next morning… it would be a long night of orgasmic torture for Susan.
To feel trapped, wedged within a world of ecstasy. Whichever way you push your hips, there is no escaping it even if you wanted to. What makes it so intense is knowing that there is no controlling it, that whatever you do or say, their lips and tongues will do all they can to crush your body beneath the pleasure.
“If I was to tell you that I’m still going to make you orgasm another 10 times, no matter how often those tears of over-stimulation roll down your cheeks, would it make it easier to take, or harder?”
She had wanted to explore so much with him, the promise of being restrained more securely than she’d ever experienced was too enticing to pass. Having a friend who understood her needs seemed like a blessing; it turned out that having him know her needs so well would be more like a curse.
They had planned to explore her desires for pain and pleasure, though when the first attempts at pain, inflicting little elastic band induced slaps against her feet, turned out to not be to her liking, his only other avenue was pleasure. While he instantly stopped when she signalled that she wasn’t into painful play, he certainly had no intention to stop when her orgasms became too much. The arousal caused from being rendered so helpless and exposed made her body so instantly susceptible to being completely overcome with pleasure. It only took a few seconds for his fingers and the vibrator to bring her to orgasm, though the whole idea was to fully explore the limits of her pleasure, and he knew that she truly wanted to have those limits entirely tested, no matter how much she begged him to stop. The more her tears of orgasmic torture streamed from her eyes, the more she screamed in overwhelming pleasure, the more he wanted to make her endure the orgasms.
“I wonder how much more intense the situation feels now that you realise that I intend to make you come until you pass out?”