Twenty-Five

I remember when we were out in public and you whispered to me in that sultry little voice of yours, “if I wanted you to give me 25 orgasms right now, what would you do?” I didn’t answer, I just looked at you, and I know that even now, you haven’t forgotten that wicked, devilish smile and intense look I gave you.

It didn’t take long for me to get the chance to show you just what I would do, the chance to get you alone here, to tape you up in just the way that makes you tingle inside.

How did it feel to have that first orgasm denied? To think you were going to feel the first of 25 orgasms in an instant hit you hard, only to feel the vibrator pull away. However it felt, I could certainly hear the anguish in every moan for me to give it to you, pleading with me to stop teasing you once I had done it a further 10 times. After denying you of 25 orgasms in succession, it was clear that you never expected to be put in this kind of state, in such desperate need for the orgasms you had whispered for. I was consistent; not only did I deny every single orgasm right at the final moment, I also made you beg for it after every single one.

Now I am going to use this vibrator on its highest setting and not move it away from you. I am going to make you come 25 times in a row, just like how you wanted. The thing is, I’m not going to give you any rest, this vibrator isn’t going to move away from your pussy for a second.

Now… this blindfold can stay on, just so you can focus even more on these powerful vibrations, concentrating on that delicate little part of your body. Every single time you tell me that it is too intense, that you want me to stop, I am going to remind you that you begged me for every single one.

Yes, I can hear you… but you begged me to give them to you, remember? Every. Single. Orgasm.

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Naked, defenceless, teased to a frenzy… succumb to the sweet surrender.

At first you’ll take it, you’ll relent to the desire erupting from your sex right now. Every trail of thought had led to this moment, your hips rising as you are carried off into a wave of intoxicating bliss. Overcome by pleasure as if being lost in a dream.

Suddenly you will be ripped back into the world once more, his world, when you feel that burning sensitivity quiver beneath his tongue, within his mouth. Your body tries to fight it, to repel the addictive, cascading torture being heaped upon it, but your mind knows it is useless; you are his. The shackles deny you the mildest chance to protect your throbbing pussy. The torment you feel now is nothing compared to the knowledge that you are helpless, defenceless to stop the unrelenting feast of your epicentre for as long as your consciousness can withstand. 

You give in to the torrent of pleasure that floods through you; you are nothing more than his orgasm doll. Every twitch, every shudder, every convulsion of pleasure drives you deeper into the realms of wonderful agony that you are buried in.

You won’t break the cuffs, you won’t crawl away, you won’t be given a rest.

You will simply come.

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When those fingers command your over-sensitive sex, every single word and whisper seems to possess you. Even when your body takes over and your legs close on their own, you know they will open up no matter how intense it feels… that is when you know that you have completely succumbed.

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“We know how these lustful thoughts, these erotic visions, always cloud your mind… how they seem to rule your life… we can cure you, we can set you free of the constant search for stimulation. Let us help you.”

Every day she knew it was to come, yet never could she truly prepare herself for what was in store for her. Like clockwork she moaned out and screamed to no avail.

Locked away in the unit, she was completely at their mercy, to succumb to their ‘therapy’ every single day. Restrained and helpless, the powerful vibrator fastened against her swollen, red, delicate pussy for what must have been hours at a time. They said it was to cure her, to exorcize the cravings for sex, yet the end never seemed in sight.

In the night she would hear the screams of pleasure from others like her, the echoes of lust; by the morning she knew it was soon to be her turn.

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Lowered into the dungeon, she knew what to expect, though this did nothing to calm her. She knew she would be theirs, a helpless feast thrown to the wolves. Sex starved and ravenous for the sweet touch of a woman, these men were confined here in the dungeon merely for the amusement of the royalty, a royalty which this young woman had gravely offended.

These sex craving beasts, turned more animal than man, had no interest in what the girl had done to deserve the punishment of being tied and lowered into the dungeon; constantly kept aroused and pumped with aphrodisiacs, their attention was solely on the the feast before them.

The scent of testosterone seemed to engulf her, she knew screaming was useless, yet as they were released one by one onto her to each have their turn, all she did was scream and scream. Conditioned to forego sexual penetration, they each fondled her body and devoured her pussy like starving animals… sucking and eating her out like it was the last thing they would ever do, not stopping until their jaws locked up.

No matter how sensitive her pussy got, this rough feasting on her sex would not cease. After the last had taken his turn with her, having savoured her sexual essence, the whole pack would be released at once, to each fight over her still throbbing, swollen red pussy. She would be able to do nothing but writhe in the centre of the battle for her sex, feeling her delicate womanhood being ravaged by lusting mouths, each being pulled away for the next aggressive victor to have his fill.

Once a woman of luxury, now reduced to nothing more than a prize. Having lived such a sheltered life, she had truly fantasised about being put in this scenario, to feel such helpless pleasure. Deep down, she almost hoped to suffer this punishment from the royalty she had offended. Now that she was here however, the experience was beyond what she had imagined… an intensity beyond her comprehension. For the first time in her life, she knew what it felt like to climax so hard it almost hurt. Whenever she masturbated while fantasising about the scenario, she could at least stop when it got too much; here, she would be given no such mercy.

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“Go ahead, try and move. I want you to suffer. I can see you want to move so bad, as if it would give you any relief at all, maybe you wouldn’t feel so helpless. The fact is, you ARE helpless, there is absolutely no escape for you, my dear. Go ahead, scream out again, scream for me to let you come.”

“I said fucking scream. Tell me who your body belongs to, then maybe I’ll give this soaking wet pussy just what it craves. Look me in the eyes and listen; it’s going to hurt by the time I’m done. It’s going to be so intense that you will want to pass out… but you won’t, you will take everything I give. Now… beg for it!”

“Good girl, keep going. Don’t you dare stop coming, you are my orgasm doll, my little toy. No I won’t move it off of your clitoris, I know just how sensitive your pussy is. Fucking come for me hard!”

“No, I will not stop. You were begging for this orgasm, now you are begging for it to stop? Look at me when I’m talking to you… If you ask me one more time to stop I’m going to turn it on high. Now… come again.”


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A weekend all to herself, finally the chance to try out the PleasureTorture outcall service had presented itself. Having made the call and booked for the entire weekend, she started having second thoughts, though by this time, it was too late. As per the service she had chosen, there was no warning or introduction; as soon as the door was answered, she was stripped and tied. She was shaking, her heart pounding, yet even through wondering whether this was all a mistake, it somehow felt so perfect.

The first hour was pure bliss, not a word was spoken to her, all part of the package that had been chosen. Of course, after a couple of hours, the denial period would take its devastating effect; soon she’d be begging for an orgasm, begging for just a word or acknowledgement at all from the masked tormentor.

A weekend of orgasm denial and forced orgasms… once chosen, there is no going back. She had asked to be teased to the extreme, wordlessly brought to the brink until she was crying with need, then forced to endure orgasm after orgasm until the weekend was over. This was the service she asked for; it was the service she would undoubtedly receive.

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