That complete loss of control, it is what you desire most.

Knowing you cannot stop that constant, burning pleasure, that near unendurable pulse of the vibrator, that relentless ache of every impending orgasm. Even the slightest give in the restraints feels almost too lenient, you want it to hold you even tighter, make you suffer even more through every agonising wave of ecstasy. That gushing, white hot pleasure that keeps you screaming isn’t enough to crush the need for more and more. Only when the flood of sensation starts to almost hurt that you feel the need to say it’s getting too much, though just as you had hoped from the beginning, there is no chance of it stopping. Your body will give out far before your mind’s need for torturous pleasure can be fulfilled. You will always suffer so much for what you love most.

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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.

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To be taken and used by a couple had long been her deepest fantasy, though now that she was in the midst of that very experience, she wondered if perhaps she’d swam too deep too soon. There was no stopping them; over and over they made her climax without rest, made her scream in rapture without pause. She had never delved into the act of forced orgasms, even though the idea seemed appetising, so to have been tied up and forced to orgasm repeatedly, no matter how much she begged them both to stop, was an overwhelming foray. They took it in turns to fuck and vibrate her dripping wet pussy, the wife torturing her clitoris until it felt like it would burst from sensitivity, while the husband penetrated her constantly convulsing entrance, feeling her thighs tremble as the change in stimulation renewed the sensitivity throughout her sex. Every time the man’s length pushed inside her fully and his pelvis pressed against her clitoris, she was reminded of the power of that vibrator and how it had devastated that little nerve filled button. Every time the woman held that vibrator steadily against her, she felt a renewed need for the man’s cock within her as her pussy convulsed in orgasmic contractions around nothing, vibrated to a trembling hot wet mess of frustrated longing.

They had spoken online for quite some time in order to safely set up their meeting, having taken all the steps to ensure absolute security and trust, though now the helpless girl had begun to worry that she wouldn’t be able to last the whole weekend with this couple. A pity for her sensitive little pussy that they were going to make sure her body was stimulated almost constantly for the entire weekend, no matter how much she believed she could endure.

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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.

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“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?”


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As of writing, the victim is still being treated and is in an exhausted state. So far however, she has not been able to provide us with anything other than what we know from the gang’s own CCTV footage taken from their hideout.

The footage shows that they tormented the captive with a powerful vibrator in order to find out the whereabouts of one of their members who had gone missing. The fact that this victim has had, nor ever had, any knowledge or involvement with the gang or the ex-member in question suggests that they are unhinged and deluded. It is clear she knew nothing however they continued to press her further for information, meaning they are as sadistic as they are elusive.

No physical harm at all was dealt to the victim, though the onslaught of multiple forced orgasms which were used to torture her brutally and relentlessly means that the public needs to be notified of this threat before they can act again on another random target.

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You had heard of the service they offered, always curious of how a Sybian would feel, to straddle something so powerful and unforgiving. The prospect of being able to book a session with not only a Sybian but also having someone there to aid you was like a dream come true.

After booking it online your heart was racing with excitement when the doorbell rang; an attractive man carrying both the Sybian vibrator and a large mirror had arrived. You realised what the mirror was for once you finally stripped and mounted the machine. Once he sat behind you and caressed your body while you gazed at yourself, you were ecstatic. It turned you on so much more to see yourself in such a state of ecstasy. Once you felt the immense power of the vibrations nestled deeply between your inner thighs, you were in heaven. Once his hands began to hold you firmly down, whispering that he’ll keep you held on it after every orgasm – even when you felt like you might not be able to take any more – you knew you were in for the ride of your life.

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The Club

She had been to this sex club many times before, if nothing more than to simply watch and enjoy the spectacle throughout the rooms; when she heard of the forced orgasm play room however, she thought that she’d have to finally get involved. She’d always wanted to experience the thrill of being made to come beyond her control, yet when her wrists were securely strapped she began to wonder how much she’d be able to take. She was happy to let anyone have a turn using the toys on her, so long as her lingerie was kept on. Once she felt the immense vibration of the wand vibrator however, she felt entirely naked, the powerful buzzing against her pussy made it feel as if there was nothing between the vibrator and her delicate skin.

With the combination of such excitement from taking part and the intense new feelings that the toy was bringing her, the first orgasm took little time to hit her – and hit her hard it did. Her breath was taken away in an instant as her climax wracked her body, only the chains could hold her up as her legs gave way, the vibrator and its handler not giving any respite. The second and third orgasm shook her to the very core, so unrelenting and penetrating was this vibration to her sex that it almost scared her how much of an effect it was having. Still it did not stop.

No matter how much she tried to close her legs, they would not stop using the vibrator on her. No matter how much she looked at them in a pleading way, begging with them that she couldn’t orgasm any more, they still continued to make her come. Only after her clitoris became numb with over-sensitivity and her pussy lips were swollen red were the cuffs on her wrists removed.

Once carefully taken down she was led to a chair to rest, yet little did she know that it was not over yet. While collecting herself and regaining her breath and composure, they began restraining her to the chair. While she could have easily told them that she had reached her limit, somehow the words wouldn’t come out; she wanted to see where this would take her. While in her mind she was curious as to whether she could come again, her body was not ready for it; the vibrator pressed to her overstimulated pussy and made every muscle in her body clench. Screaming, she tried all she could to get away from the stimulation but it did no good. After fighting to swivel her hips and close her thighs to the torrent of torturous pleasure, she gave in and said she was finished. While it stopped, the man now in control of the wand spoke.

“Okay… just one more orgasm and then we can untie you.”

Screaming, writhing and almost in tears of pleasure, that was the most intense, rewarding orgasm she would ever have.

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She was right where they wanted her, and just like the other girls they brought back, they weren’t going to let her rest until they were through making her come more than she had ever thought possible to endure.

Once the couple had seduced a girl back to their apartment, it was only a matter of time before they were able to talk her into a little bondage play. Once she was helpless to them, they were free to keep her there all night and all day long, taking turns fucking her, eating her out and exploring her body like she was their prized possession. After they had had their fill, the girl was always taken care of before being free to leave, however, more often than not, after enduring so much non-stop stimulation, she would be too tired to leave so soon; if this was the case, she’d be in for another long, long night.

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