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Punished

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 leather cuffs were fastened 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, and 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.

They had been waiting so patiently for this… to have her all alone; she knew it was coming, she fantasised about it, craved it, yet it was still a surprise when they did finally make their move.

It was the perfect opportunity, secluded in the holiday resort with the object of their desires. She had given them more than one hint that she was curious.

She had, however, not quite expected them to restrain her once she woke. Even though sleeping naked made it clear she was welcoming it, the feeling of being helpless was quite intense, particularly with knowing that they had been yearning for the opportunity to show her the joys women could give for a very long time. There was no teasing, no gentle introduction. They simply pounced on her at this opportunity and had their way with her, their intentions quite clear – to make her come harder than ever before.

She knows how it feels when you want to clamp your legs shut from climaxing so hard, afraid to open them, your legs still shaking. That is why she holds you tightly in her grasp, to keep you pinned in place. You won’t be stopping anything. You won’t be moving anywhere.

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Her Christmas wish, to experience the pleasure of women, which she had been too insecure about pursuing in her day-to-day life, was finally granted. However, even though she went to sleep vividly imagining the scenario which had now unfolded, she had not specified at all just when it would stop. This would be a Christmas day – and night – she’d never forget.

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Just Watching…

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.

It is early… she is still standing.

Very few people venture to this part of the island, not knowing of its beauty or 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, and then the girl will wake up back in her resort, as if it were a dream.

It is early… her legs begin to shake.

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.

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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.

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No matter how much she begged and pleaded, she was nothing more than a plaything, a pleasure doll to use at their whim.

She had been able to read the two girls for a while, almost sensing the seductive glares they gave her. Yet her admission that she had fantasised about a lesbian experience pushed these two sultry-eyed vixens to a new level of desire.

Something within her tried to stop herself from agreeing to the card game, knowing that they’d make sure she lost, knowing they’d use her forfeit as a way to take control of her, yet still, she carried on.

If she had realised they were cheating, that it had all been carefully planned for them to beat her so easily, would she have stopped them? Would she have even wanted them to stop?

“You have to obey us for the rest of the weekend… we’re going to make you our little sex slave.”

The words caught fire within her, yet she did not run, did not hide away, did not protest; something long hidden away seemed to yearn for this, for these two girls to dominate her in a way she had never believed could become a reality.

That was a full week ago, since then they have teased and tormented her every single day, the prospect of granting her an orgasm keeping her constantly at their beck and call. Every day, they took pictures of her in such states of need, always keeping her in the same position; knowing exactly what was to happen made it all the more unbearable. The craving within her kept her coming back for more, kept her from disobeying them, keeping herself denied of an orgasm every night, that swollen pussy dripping wet as soon as they came around to the house.

The girls undressed her every day so slowly it hurt; those soft touches and glancing fingernails across such delicate skin were too much to bear, yet this internal conflict was exactly what these two girls were after. They watched as, time and again, this seemingly sweet, innocent girl’s body shuddered with frustration as the panties were left on once more, sucking and nibbling every exposed inch of flesh before sliding the little vibrator in place. The moment it pressed to the girl’s soaking-wet sensitivity, the squeal that filled the room made them smirk in triumph. They left it there and sat back to watch the display, to bathe in the delight.

It was pure torment; knowing that they were watching her, surveying the bucking of her hips and the arching of her back, made it more erotic than she could have ever imagined. These sensations drove her to maddening heights, though she dared not disobey, forced to keep her hands away from herself and from the vibrator. The girls would control the device at their whim, pushing her to the very edge, turning it down to hold her there until it was a writhing agony.

They knew every sensation and could almost feel the anguish it was giving, the torture of such constant denial, yet seeing this girl under their complete control was like nothing else. The whimpers, moans, screams and pleas for an orgasm that would not come kept them soaking wet.

“We’re going to masturbate now, just keep your hands away from your pussy and the vibe, and don’t you dare look down at us… just listen to the sounds of us enjoying you.”

The soft, wet sounds of two girls masturbating to her, the tight panties trapping that unforgiving vibration against her, the sensations of total submission… it was all too much. Everything within her screamed out to let herself come, to give in to what her body ached for, yet no matter how much her thighs shook and her body trembled, she would remain their pleasure doll until they finally showed mercy.

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How wonderfully the vibrations pierce to her very core, with only this thin piece of cotton between the wand and her tenderness; devastating her without even touching her skin fully.