Forced Orgasms – PleasureTorture

The Angel Costume

“You’ve told us again and again that you were only dressing up as a sexy angel for Halloween. Continuing to scream it out again and again isn’t going to stop us from taking turns making you come in every manner possible. You’re in our domain now; Succubi and Incubi just can’t get enough of angels like yourself.”

The Monster Costume

Jane tried with all of her might to communicate with the scientists, yet they acted like they didn’t understand her. All she was to them was a test subject. As much as she strained, screamed and pulled hard to get away, they continued their experimentation on her.

It felt like days had passed since she’d woken up here. Having been dressed as a sexy monster with fangs and horns, Jane found herself suddenly strapped down on an examination table, stripped of the little clothing she had worn for the Halloween party.

The Schoolgirl Costume

It all seemed like some crazy, diabolical dream. Yet it happened. I know it happened. I felt it, every touch, every vivid sensation. I can almost still feel those palms, those fingers. I tried to wake up, tried to close my eyes and will myself back here in my bedroom. It never worked. I was stuck in that classroom until every university student had their turn with me.

I knew it would be a classroom, though. The schoolgirl outfit I’d worn for the Halloween party sealed my fate, I’m sure. I was walking home, and as soon as everything went dark, I knew I’d wake up in a classroom.

The Prisoner Costume

“Fifty!”

“Fifty… minutes?”

“No. Fifty orgasms. However long it takes.”

The Princess Costume

It was as if the mercenaries were a concoction of her deep desires. Every action they took seemed pulled directly from her fantasies.

Isabel had told her captors that she was only dressed in a Princess costume for Halloween. She even tried to play along, stating she’d give them anything in her kingdom if they let her go. Instead, they told her that the King and Queen of her rival kingdom had paid them each a princely sum to continue to torment her until they received word to stop.

At first, she was restrained against a chair, her legs wide open while only her tight-fitting white lingerie protected the last remnants of her modesty. They left her crown in place as if to mock her – a figure of royalty degraded to a whimpering wreck. With soft-tipped paintbrushes, they teased her thoroughly, making sure that no matter how often she wriggled her hips or pleaded for more, they never gave enough stimulation to topple her over into an orgasm.

The Spy Costume

Another demand for the codeword. Another wrong answer. Another orgasm extracted from her convulsing body.

No matter how much she wept from the intense pleasure, no matter how much she pleaded with her captors that she wasn’t a spy and that it was just a costume, Harmony never received a moment of rest.

Since returning from the Halloween party and waking up to find herself in this strange lair, Harmony had been tortured with orgasms relentlessly while being asked for the codeword. Never in her darkest nightmares could she have imagined the warnings had been about waking up in this type of situation. Whatever concoction her captors had given her meant that not only was she horrifyingly sensitive to stimulation, but it also ensured there was no refractory period or desensitisation.

The Heroine Costume

‘During the Halloween season, we advise extreme caution. There have been multiple reports of supernatural entities targeting victim based on their costume choices.’

Alicia wished she’d heeded the warnings. Instead, she ignored them, heading to the Halloween costume party dressed as a superheroine. On her way back from the party, she had lost consciousness and awoke to find herself trapped in the clutches of the VibroVolt gang as they had introduced themselves. They ignored her no matter how much she told them she had no idea who they were and that she had only been attending a costume party.

All they told her was that they would wreak havoc upon the city and intended to send a message to any other heroes that dared try to cross them. Before Alicia could question her captors or even contemplate whether she was merely trapped in some crazed fever dream, their hands made her gasp.

“Sir! As the footage shows, the faction had caught and imprisoned our agent three days ago. Communication with her had ceased at approximately 1600 hours. The footage we have been receiving indicates that they have been continuing their interrogations as recently as ten minutes ago today. The footage has been coming in every thirty minutes. There seem to be thirty-minute intervals every ninety minutes, indicating breaks in their administration of torture, before they begin once again.”

“At what time did they begin torturing her?”

“When they captured her three days ago, the video footage we received indicates they began at 1700 hours, sir.

Currently, we are unable to pinpoint their location and have no further information.”

“Damn it. She’s truly on her own. God, have mercy on her. Has there been any change in the footage throughout the ordeal?”

“No, Sir. The same two women have been continuously tormenting our agent. It has been the same continuous process. They have been using vibrators to bring our agent to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, stopping every time she has been close. They appear to take it in turns; as soon as one of them has brought our agent to the edge of orgasm, they switch around.

Earlier footage shows our agent screaming out for us to find her. As the footage continued, it changed from her screaming for us to screaming out for anyone to help her to then screaming out for mercy from the assailants. However, nothing had changed their pattern or methods of torture throughout the three days.”

“What pattern?”

Good girl. Take it until those hips are shuddering from the ecstasy.

It doesn’t matter whether you come. All that matters is that you adore every second of having me explore you.

We’ll sit outside, and I’ll slather you with oil. I’ll strip you and let you bask in being so exposed while out in nature.

I’ll massage you, I’ll expose you, I’ll explore you.

As I press my fingers up against that firmer little patch inside you, pushing upward and rubbing it directly, I don’t care whether you squirt. I just want you to let yourself go and give in to the sensations wreaking havoc within you.

I know that what makes you shiver in pleasure the most is that, under the sunlight, with me exploring you so intimately, as I delve so deeply, there is absolutely nothing left to hide. Exposed in every way.

It’s all about wanting to pleasure you until there is no more pleasure left for you to take.