"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".
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Test Subject 0073 has been teased with the Penetrator 3.0. The constantly vibrating phallus has been highly sufficient in causing an extreme need for sexual release throughout the day. As with past test subjects, the intense vibration emitted, as well as it’s knack for teasing a woman’s entrance with the possibility of penetration, has kept her constantly requesting more. The thought of what it would feel like to have it vibrating that way within them always causes for a desperation to be penetrated as fast as possible.
The subject had also informed us that the addition of the rotating feature to the phallus made it feel ‘alive’ while it teased her labia and clitoris.
As a reward for enduring so many hours of stimulation without climax in preparation for tomorrow, she has been granted full penetration by the machine. It has been programmed to shut off at any signs of impending climax. This will continue for 60 minutes, after which the subject will rest and be prepared to return here tomorrow. I am pleased with the penetrative device’s performance in anticipation for the upcoming tests.
Feeling the throb as it gets closer. The pulsing desire flowing through like a volcano ready to erupt. The surge as every inch tingles in anticipation, knowing her lips can grant sweet release, or rapturous torment.
Let your imagination wander, your fingers will soon follow…
The tease is designed for use with a vibrator, though use whatever setting you feel best with. If you struggle to hold the vibrator or keep it against you when things get a little more intense, try using a belt around your waist to keep the vibe trapped in place (or placed beneath your underwear) while it is left on (this would also allow you to keep your arms and legs spread to further immerse you).
Do not dare orgasm until given permission of course, though if you do, be sure to stop and ruin it… then punish yourself by ruining your next orgasm.
Helplessly, all you can do is give in to the desires ceaselessly coursing through your body. Restrained and blindfolded, even the slightest touch from our fingertips sends a surge through you. Never has your pleasure been so out of your hands, entirely out of your own control.
Helplessly, all she could do was give in to the desires ceaselessly coursing through her body. Restrained and blindfolded, even the slightest touch from our fingertips sent a surge throughout. Never had her pleasure been so out of her own hands, to be so out of her own control.
We kept her on the edge for what felt like hours, never giving the mercy she pleaded for. Relentlessly tortured, as however much she screamed in pleasure, it was never enough to satisfy our desires.
As the wand pulled away, she begged for more until the moment that pulsing vibration settled between her legs once again, taking her breath away. Arching her back, tensing her body, hoping that this will be the moment… but again, her torment continued.
It isn’t merely the act itself that keeps you dripping with arousal, it’s knowing that you are the centre of our attention, the focal point of our lust and desire. That is why we haven’t let you climax quite yet. We want to keep you right at the point that we enjoy most, the moment where your own attention is on the same thing as ours, your pleasure. Where your orgasm is all your mind can focus on, the inescapable need. It keeps your pussy so wet, your clitoris so sensitive, and your moans so sweet.
I just love when you don’t know which one of us you should beg to, which one of us might say the word you crave, ‘Come’.
If she knew what he really was, she’d have run long ago. A being from a world that see’s humankind as toys to play with. A being possessing powers beyond human comprehension. A being that takes pure joy in deriving torture from pleasure.
It was the sensitivity within her body he could read that drew him to her as much as her beauty. Once he honed in on her at the club, there would be no way she could ignore that seductive gaze, an aura that seemed to hypnotize her.
Every part of her skin he touched seemed to light a fire of desire in that exact spot. She needed so much more. The more of her he touched, the more it seemed to intensify, like an electric surge of pleasure constantly sizzling throughout. It was like a magic touch; if only she knew. All she knew was that she needed him to touch her everywhere, to be inside her. At first she felt like the one in control, just as he wanted her to feel. When he was inside her, it was as if every fantasy in her life, every wet dream and sexual desire, had all built up to this moment as if preparing her for the ultimate pleasure.
His length seemed as if it were the only thing her pussy would ever need. No other man, no other toy or vibrator had even come close to penetrating her or hitting that spot the way this was. The moment she was close however, was when something felt strange. The millisecond before her orgasm took hold of her, he pulled out. Yet instead of it stopping, the pleasure seemed to trap her. It still felt as if he were inside her, every inch pressing perfectly against her every sensitivity. She could not fathom what was happening, yet she couldn’t move or make a sound. Not because of any further spell by him, but because the sensation she was feeling was incomprehensible. Not even a minute passed before it was an unbearable hell. He had trapped her at the moment of climax, locked within that final convulsion before the pure joy was unleashed.
He simply sat and watched, enjoying his work. This was what he took such delight in, seeing human females brought to realms of unbearable pleasure. While gazing at this beautiful sight, he’d have told her that he may keep this going for hours if he desired, though she was too trapped within her hellish mixture of rapture and agony to hear or respond to anything. A minute hadn’t even passed, yet she was already in tears from this horrific limbo of denial and orgasm. It was like being forced to orgasm constantly, though without there being a true beginning or ending to the orgasm itself. That first single climactic surge, frozen in time.
It wouldn’t end until he penetrated her again. He was in no rush. This time of year, when his kind could roam freely around humans, only came for a few short weeks. He was going to make the most of it.