"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".
She loves the way the little spasms in your stomach seem to follow the slight touches of her tongue. When she repeats this little pattern over and over again, you realise that she is going to take her time with you no matter how much your pussy is dripping with anticipation. It is so rare that she gets you in such a position as this, with you completely at her mercy; this is a situation to savour. You can rock your hips and moan sweetly as much as you want, nothing will rush her.
She made me promise not to join in. To be honest, simply being able to watch and film this is privilege enough. Yet still she told me not to interrupt, particularly when you are screaming out with the need to come. I can see the way she loves it when your hips start to rotate as she brings you close to orgasm. I didn’t expect her to stop so abruptly just as you were about to come, yet there is something so intoxicating about seeing her go through the cycle again and again.
It certainly is getting harder to do nothing and just watch you being teased like this. Still I carry on filming, realising why she said we’d need a lot of space on the camera’s SD card… she really is taking her time with you.
Very few people venture to this part of the island, not knowing of its beauty nor its people. The all female congregation here rarely get lucky enough to happen upon a lone female, but now that they have, they won’t let her leave until every woman in the village has had their taste of her tenderness.
They take their time to each lick and suck that delicate pussy. It will be nightfall once they have all had their turn, then the girl will wake up back in her resort, as if it were a dream.
That one moment in particular they crave. They adore the first orgasm, as well as all of the screaming for it to stop, that it’s too much; even the struggling amuses them, when she tries to fend them both off in a futile bid to protect herself from the cruel pleasures forced upon her. Yet it is that one brief moment which truly turns them on. The few seconds after she’s told them that she can’t possibly come again, then that shocked realisation that even though her pussy is so overly sensitive, even though every muscle in her body is straining to get away from the vibration, she is inevitably about to climax once again. That wonderful look of disbelief, her eyes open in shock, her mouth agape, a brief window of silence as the orgasmic tide rushes through her. They love that moment so much that they’ll want to see it again and again and again.
Always the star of the show, always the perfect princess, yet now they were going to bring her back down to reality. The changing room was empty, nobody to scream out for; she could beg and cry out all she wanted to, nobody was coming.
However long it took, whether it was 5 minutes or 5 hours, this was not going to stop, not until their goal was met… to make their rival come until she passed out. Just as they had hoped, the orgasms quickly started to become so intense, her pussy so sensitive, that she was soon praying for the release of unconsciousness to end this orgasmic torture.
Cheerleading practice was long over, though Emma’s workout was only just beginning.
She hadn’t expected to be asked to come over to Annie’s house, though she jumped at the opportunity to bridge the gap between her biggest rival on the team. Since being picked, Emma had felt much resentment from her team-mates, particularly from Annie; she was unsure whether it was her looks, her acrobatic ability, or the strong bond she alone had already developed with the coach.
She was just a newcomer and these girls saw her as a threat. They wanted to show her where she stood.
Under the pretence of wanting to bridge the gap between them, Annie had invited Emma back to her house after training. Little did Emma know that Annie had invited another friend over, both with the same intentions… both waiting patiently for their prey.
The moment Emma entered the bedroom she was surprised to see Tory there as well. Before Emma could ask what it was that they both wanted to talk to her about, Annie pulled her towards them; while the door was behind her and escape was still possible, Emma stayed still, as if trapped by the intense gazes of the two girls before her. Even though she was fully clothed, Emma felt so on display to the pair of girls in front of her, yet her embarrassment was not going to end there. Tory and Annie began to comment on how tightly the outfit fit Emma, taking delight in watching her squirm in embarrassment at the revelation of being the subject of such lustful thoughts. They tried to pour as much imagery into Emma’s mind as possible. From the way every team member watches her arch her back in every routine, as if baring her body to the world to gaze at and touch, to the way they hold her in split lifts, as if parting her thighs to every spectator to gaze at the slender curve between her legs, all with one thought in mind. Blushing, Emma stood awkwardly, the images in her own mind overcoming her while Annie moved in closer.
Time did not seem to exist anymore, all that existed in her world was the burning need within her sex, within her very core.
“P… Please… Pleeease… Oh God… Oh God… PLEASE!!!” she begged, to no reply.
She was wary about going back with them, but she had no idea this is what they had in store for her. The seduction had been fun, incredibly erotic, yet she was unaware that this was all part of their typical ploy. Once the three women had seduced her, had her all alone with them, they knew she was all theirs.
Naked and helpless, the teasing started slow, as always. A few times being brought to the edge was an unusual experience for their targets, such intense build up stirred things within them that they had never felt before. Taken playfully at first, it isn’t long until it turns to frustration… then to need… then to desperation.
They take it in turns, continuously and unrelentingly feasting on her sex, relishing in the helpless girl’s torture.
It never takes too long until the tears start to flow; it merely makes them lick, suck, fondle and tease even more.
It is like a human instinct, seeing this girl naked and helpless, wanting nothing more than to see her succumb to intolerable pleasures.
After weeks of denial, being edged continuously every waking hour, she is prepared for the auction. Her body will be surveyed and savoured, as countless men and women bid to win the delights of her body and relish in the orgasms she craves. However, the bidding will start much later, after every single one of them has a turn in bringing her to the edge of orgasm. A demonstration in what this delicate body has to offer.