Forced Orgasms – Page 8 – PleasureTorture

Don’t Stop

“Don’t stop!”

Those words she had uttered so long ago would be used against her over and over again.

Victoria had suspected something was unusual about the photo shoot, considering how abruptly her friends seemed to have planned it, yet she couldn’t deny that the idea enticed her. Doing a fully nude erotic shoot, with all four of them posing together, was never something that she’d have admitted to fantasising about, yet she agreed the moment they suggested it.

The moment her friend’s boyfriend entered the room and began setting up the camera was when she realised something was off. She looked at him, blushing at the thought of their night together only a week ago, and saw his smirk as a sign that the girls knew their little secret. Her friends pounced, pulling her down onto the makeshift bed and wrapping her in a blanket of skin and eager fingers. Part of her wanted to escape, to push them away and run from the room, yet her deepest desires kept her locked in place.

“You told him not to stop making you come? You just couldn’t get enough, could you? Don’t worry; we’ll abuse your pretty little pussy just the way you wanted him to. ”

Birthday Gift

The moment her legs were strapped apart, she knew there was no going back; every inch of her body tingled with anticipation for her gift. Finally, she was going to be made to succumb to pleasures beyond her most intense experiences. Her voyeuristic longings and kinky desires – all wrapped up in a perfect little package.

Feeling a sudden surge throughout her womanhood as they exposed her, the cool air on her hot pussy let her know that they could do anything they wanted: the thought made her shiver slightly in delight.

Sybian

How does it feel? I cannot imagine the sensation of having a Sybian vibrator devastating your sex so intensely, such a brutal machine with complete mechanical indifference to the sensitivities of your delicate pussy.

Another orgasm? It must be drilling against your clitoris, shuddering through your entire body; though you are doing well, just five minutes left to go, don’t give up now.

That look of pained ecstasy – pure perfection!

Oh! Have you had enough?

Poor thing, you were so close. You only had to last a few more minutes, and it would have been over. I’d have let you off. Oh well, it looks like we’ll be getting the leg restraints out. If you thought that was intense before, think how it will feel now, being strapped to it and unable to pull away. In a minute, you’ll be wishing you had endured for those last few minutes – time for you to experience true orgasmic torture.

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“These wand vibrators have always been too powerful for me to handle, but with you strapped down like this, I can play and experiment to my heart’s content.”

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Punishment

She had been told to masturbate to the edge in front of her lover’s gaze every night, holding herself back and showing how much she could control it. Now she was paying for the mistake of giving in to her urge to keep going. She was not stopped, instead, those hungry eyes fed on seeing her yield to desperation, already knowing how to punish her properly.

There was a sadistic glee in seeing her tortured with unyielding pleasure, a pleasure so intense it verged on pain. How those hips had rocked and swayed in pleasure when she came the other night. Now she was being made to suffer, held immobile, desperate to thrust her hips and pull her body in all directions, yet unable to move an inch away from the buzzing torture device she once thought of as merely a toy.

“That’s it… you wanted to come, didn’t you? Now you can have all the orgasms you want, sweetie, plus you don’t have to worry about that powerful vibrator moving away from your pussy. It’s a good job I put the ball gag in; I’ve never heard you scream like that! Good girl, I think I’ll just sit here and watch you suffer from orgasm after orgasm…such a wonderful sight.”

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Tendrils

Waking in the brightly lit cell, she had no idea where she was or how she had come to be here. An alien abduction? Kidnapped by scientists? There was no telling. All she could recall was last being in her room masturbating, having brought herself to the edge multiple times before finally about to give in to her overflowing need. Suddenly, everything went black: then she was here, her body still glowing with the unfulfilled promise of release.

She was only half conscious of the surroundings, feeling lost in a hazy limbo, unable to even fully notice the mechanical tendrils that were wrapping themselves around her limbs. Only when the creeping tentacles crawled down within her underwear did she seem to regain herself, though it was too late to do anything about it; now, the unknown tendrils were trapped within the confines of the material and against her delicate sex.

“Oh, you thought that was it, that it was going to stop just because you passed out?”

Forced orgasms were all she’d written, all she’d requested. She’d come to wish that she’d added a stipulation for it to stop. Yet there would be no escape. Even her own screams and pleas were not granted the freedom to escape her lips. The only thing that would escape her were the hopes of any mercy. She would simply come, and come, and come again.

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Haunted House (Lily)

“Forced orgasms” was all she had written, and it was what she’d receive. Once the haunted house had stolen Lily’s companions from her, she welcomed the presence of the strangers around her, all cloaked in black and leading her to the room. It was foreboding to see the mattress at the centre of the sinister-looking room, though she was thankful that it was warm and rather comfortable once they laid her down on it. She had resigned herself to the fate ahead as they restrained her to it and placed the ball gag in her mouth.

“You will scream,” whispered one of the figures as the other left. At that, he removed the cloak and looked upon her body with a hunger in his eyes. She shied away from his gaze before he knelt beside her and began his exploration of her pleasure.

Just remember, as you walk through the Haunted House, that even though the screams may fade out as you gain some distance, for her, it does not stop. Her screams linger throughout the night. Her convulsions of ecstasy and orgasmic squeals will not end until the appetite of this wicked place has been sated. Go ahead and walk along… run if you must; just know that it may be you crying out in tortured bliss soon enough.

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Haunted House (Stephanie)

~~Toys~~ ~~Multiple-Orgasms~~ Bondage. Stephanie couldn’t decide what fantasy turned her on the most, the waiver form showing clearly that she had many desires on her mind. The Haunted House did not want to deny her any satisfaction.

When Stephanie and the remaining companions entered a room full of smoke, they all started to become drowsy.

“We need to get out of here,” yelled one of her friends.

As they all began to sprint through the room, a case of the blind following the blind as they aimlessly pressed onward, Stephanie became sluggish and fell behind, succumbing the most to the effects of the smoke, which seemed to possess the quality of sleeping gas. Once the rest of the group exited the room, only just about making it out before giving in to unconsciousness, they realised Stephanie was gone. They did not dare venture back, leaving the sleeping girl to whatever fate the haunted house had in store for her.