"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".
Category: Forced Orgasms
Being tormented with multiple, intense orgasms.
How tormenting it must be to feel that intensity right there where you cannot take any more, your thighs trying to protect that little sex, succeeding only in trapping it further against yourself.
Try closing your legs all you want, there is no stopping it.
The moments when you realise, as you pull uselessly against the restraints, just how intense being forced to orgasm over and over again would be; realising that the more you fight it, the more rewarding it is to see you overcome by unendurable ecstasy.
Unable to stop the constant vibration against your sex, unable to rock your hips to relieve some of the intensity, unable to see or say anything. You are simply locked within your own thoughts, thoughts solely of when the next orgasm will come, and whether you’ll be able to take another… even though there is little choice.
Every time you masturbate, you want to push yourself further into the depths of pleasure.
You imagine someone else in charge, forcing you to endure a more intense level of stimulation than you can normally take, forcing you to keep that toy pressed right on that sensitive little spot no matter how much your body wants to thrust it away.
You think of his eyes boring into yours, how he can see your need for more without you having to vocalise it, the way you want to be dominated, to be rendered a slave to every orgasm. Craving that presence, you keep it in place, wanting to feel your pussy tortured with sensations beyond your own control.
You don’t masturbate to simply fill the cravings of your body; you masturbate to quell the desires of your imagination.
“Now is the time to find out just why I wanted you to abstain from masturbating at all for 2 weeks – I wanted this gorgeous pussy to be so sensitive. I know how sensitive your clitoris usually is, so I can’t even imagine how it is going to feel once this torments that little cherry. These feathers are going to constantly spin against your clit for as long as I want, and I’m feeling cruel today…
Oh dear, it must be torture not being able to move away from these constantly whipping feathers. You can’t take it anymore? Don’t be silly, you’ve been telling me for the past 15 minutes that your clitoris is too tender, yet that hasn’t stopped you from coming so hard. No, I won’t be stopping quite so soon.”
If you do well, you get rewarded; if you do badly, you get punished.
This was the simple, unwavering stance of the cheerleading team, yet still Sarah pleaded with all her heart for their forgiveness without having to endure what she feared. It had only been a simple matter of a misstep, yet on the field, in front of such a large audience, before the final game of the season, it was noticeable; ‘noticeable’ was more than reason enough to suffer the wraith of the team.
The coach and her two top cheerleaders always took much pleasure in giving the punishments, Sarah knew this all too well. The slightest mistake from any member would earn such cruel attention, yet Sarah seemed to be most regularly targeted by the coach and her chosen disciplinarians.
Barely any time after the night was over and the game had finished, Sarah was summoned into a section of the changing room that the coach had set up just for these occasions. No time was wasted as they stripped her, telling her that she knew why she needed this, why the team needed this. The familiar feeling of leather cuffs were fasted to her wrists, to be held up by the coach, while her legs were kept spread by the spreader-bar. It had been the biggest game of the season, the final match, to make a mistake under such scrutiny was unforgivable; they were going to make her come until she could not stand.
Sarah was wise enough now to hold no protest, yet still the desire to close herself to such intense stimulation was overbearing – though no matter how much she tried, they kept her body spread open for their wicked delights. The vibrator made little work of her attempts to halt what she knew would come, the maw of tortured pleasure that would ensnare her and never let go. Even before the first orgasm, the sensitivity of her sex against the devastating pulsations was nearly unbearable; once the orgasm hit her with all its force, she was thrown into a descent of hellish pleasure. They held her tight, making sure to give not even a second of remorse. No matter how much she begged and told them she could not come anymore, they worked her back towards another. Sarah felt as if her own body was forging an alliance against her, cruelly making her endure each orgasm after the other, each more unendurable than the last. Throughout every shudder of her limbs, through the constant convulsing of her body, the coach and her fellow punishers gave no respite, keeping Sarah held open for the vibrator to continue until either she passed out or her body could no longer give them the orgasms which they so longed to always see.
Sarah knew they would not stop, no matter how much she screamed through every orgasm and the following over-stimulation which always cruelly led to another; they loved seeing her tortured with pleasure. This was a punishment she’d not forget any time soon.
The soft, stuttered sound of cloth tearing as his fingers rip open her last garment, indicating that the photo shoot was over and that his true intent was to begin. He had piqued her curiosity by mentioning the vibrator which he had himself created, yet when she asked him to show her, he had much more in mind.
He had told her to simply tell him to stop when she wanted him to, yet when his vibrator met her pussy, she gasped and swayed in shock at the power of it, speechless and engulfed in sudden arousal beyond expectation.
He held her tight, feeling such a delicate body in his arms, steadying her as if his life depended on it. Every shiver and surge of that feminine structure seemed to radiate through him, it seemed to be giving him strength. From what must have been mere seconds, he heard the music of her moans and utterances of joy fill the room; barely a minute had passed before she was shaking in her first orgasm. He relished in the ecstasy that his creation was eliciting from her. When her squeals of bliss turned to cries for it to stop, that it was too intense, he knew that it couldn’t end so soon.
He kept it pressed to her, holding her tight while those wonderful hips tried to twist free from his clutches. He was going to make sure she never forgot him, make sure that she always remembered the pleasure of this day, a pleasure that would never be rivalled. This vibrator in his clutches was going to make her come more than anybody else could, more than she herself would dare attempt. He knew that however much she screamed and begged, she would always dream about the sensations he had given her – she would always fantasise about the way he pushed her to the brinks of pleasure that she truly wanted but would never seek.
This wouldn’t be the last time she’d come back to him. The way he forced multiple orgasms from her with his vibrator was going to be what always kept her coming back for more, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
She had fantasised about it for so long, to put herself at the mercy of this couple who had promised to show her pleasures beyond her imagination.
The way they whispered things into her ear as she dined with them, how their words made her tremble. The way they nibbled the nape of her neck as she drank with them, how their teasing made her quiver.
She sighed and moaned while they massaged her smooth, supple, sumptuous body, dancing their fingertips across her sleek oily skin.
Once her wrists were held down, she knew her fantasy had been brought to life; the girl was ready to climax harder than ever before. She shuddered the moment the vibrator grazed across her tender mound, arching her back as it soon built her body to a crescendo….
…She felt the pure white hot pleasure engulf her.
When it did not stop, and the hands did not release their grip, she realised this was an intensity she had not ever dreamed of.
She will try and free herself to make it stop; her body defending itself against pleasure it cannot take.
The hands won’t keep her down much longer… but the cuffs will.
Even when it is just the slightest morsel of fabric protecting your delicate sex, once it is removed it feels like a new world of unbearably pleasurable stimulation. Once the vibrator buzzes against your now fully exposed, hyper-sensitive pussy, you feel a new dimension of defencelessness has been granted.
1 Hour 16 minutes – Subject 0083 remains conscious and fully engaged. The subject has so far not displayed any signals beyond typical levels of overstimulation expected within these studies. Given that the subject had not been able to cope with post orgasmic stimulation for any duration over 20 minutes in past observations, it can be seen that this device is greatly impacting the refractory period previously caused through hypersensitivity of her clitoris.
This model of self-regulating vibrator has proven effective in keeping the female in an orgasmic state. Subject 0083 had been chosen for the study for her post orgasm sensitivity; the device has been able to coax more orgasms from her than had been previously possible. While the subject had still been exceptionally vocal for the duration (hence the inclusion of the ball gag for this study), the wand has continued to force orgasms from her by automatically changing the power of vibrations to adapt to her arousal and sensitivity. It has proven highly effective.
2 Hours 03 minutes – Her body is now showing signs of extended over-stimulation even with this vibrator. It is time to test the self-adjusting dildo…
2 Hours 28 minutes – Subject 0083 has been successfully stimulated to multiple orgasms following over-stimulation, meaning that the self-adjusting dildo has had a positive impact. While her sex is visibly extremely red and swollen, showing the vibrator had caused for intense stimulation, the dildo has been able to overcome this sensitivity by monitoring the subject’s responses and adjusting its own pace and angle to maintain stimulation with the intent to bring about further orgasms. The dildo has been observed slowing down greatly throughout the duration, indicating the subject’s orgasms have been sensually and physiologically overwhelming.
The dildo has not faltered in adjusting to the girl’s sensitivity. It would appear that the main feature of the dildo, to maintain consciousness and avoid desensitization of the sex in the subject, has proven effective; readings indicate a state of orgasmic torture. I will continue to monitor further.