bondage – Page 7 – PleasureTorture

That complete loss of control, it is what you desire most.

Knowing you cannot stop that constant, burning pleasure, that near the unendurable pulse of the vibrator, that relentless ache of every impending orgasm. Even the slightest give in the restraints feels almost too lenient. You want it to hold you even tighter, and make you suffer even more through every agonising wave of ecstasy. That gushing, white-hot pleasure that keeps you screaming isn’t enough to crush the need for more and more. Only when the flood of sensation starts to almost hurt that you feel the need to say it’s getting too much, though just as you had hoped from the beginning, there is no chance of it stopping. Your body will give out far before your mind’s need for torturous pleasure can be fulfilled. You will always suffer so much for what you love most.

To be taken and used by a couple had long been her deepest fantasy, though now that she was in the midst of that very experience, she wondered if perhaps she’d swam too deep too soon. There was no stopping them; over and over, they made her climax without rest, made her scream in rapture without pause. She had never delved into the act of forced orgasms, even though the idea seemed appetising, so to have been tied up and forced to orgasm repeatedly, no matter how much she begged them both to stop, was an overwhelming foray.

They took it in turns to fuck and vibrate her dripping wet pussy, the wife torturing her clitoris until it felt like it would burst from sensitivity while the husband penetrated her constantly convulsing entrance, feeling her thighs tremble as the change in stimulation renewed the sensitivity throughout her sex. Every time the man’s length pushed inside her fully and his pelvis pressed against her clitoris, she was reminded of the power of that vibrator and how it had devastated that little nerve-filled button. Every time the woman held that vibrator steadily against her, she felt a renewed need for the man’s cock within her as her pussy convulsed in orgasmic contractions around nothing, vibrated to a trembling, hot wet mess of frustrated longing.

They had spoken online for quite some time in order to safely set up their meeting, having taken all the steps to ensure absolute security and trust, though now the helpless girl had begun to worry that she wouldn’t be able to last the whole weekend with this couple. A pity for her sensitive little pussy that they were going to make sure her body was stimulated almost constantly for the entire weekend, no matter how much she believed she could endure.

When you were dancing with me in the club, you had no idea that I’d be the thrill you were seeking. When I asked you what your name was, did you ever expect that you’d be crying out mine while I took you with such animalistic ferocity? When our hips swayed to the music on the dance floor, did you possibly imagine that I’d be fucking you so relentlessly while your wrists were bound helplessly just the way you like, my bedroom set-up to accommodate the kinky desires you relish in? When you first saw me looking so inconspicuous amongst the crowd, did you have any idea that I’d delight in making you come until you could take no more? I’m going to fuck you until I’m certain that you’ll never forget just what I can do to you.

No matter what position I take you in, I always want you to feel completely helpless and at my mercy.

They’d met at the club, an instant attraction becoming a magnet for her long-neglected longings; she knew this blonde-haired woman could indulge her in the fantasies that had persisted so often in her life. The rest of the night had been a whirlwind of lights and motion, the white noise of music and drinks serving as a tunnel towards the sole goal of getting back to this woman’s house. Once there, all pretences were abandoned. This night was to be dedicated solely to the exploration of her sexuality.

The cuffs and blindfold were an unexpected treat; with her wrists and ankles restrained, she’d finally truly experience what it was to be at the mercy of another woman’s lust. Once those fingers delved deeply within her tenderness and those lips clamped around the jewel of her sex, she soon came to realise that not only did this woman understand every aspect of her femininity so well, but she would also feel the true savage desire of a woman who knew exactly how far a girl can be pushed into sexual ecstasy. No matter how much she screamed and told the blonde tormentor that it was too much, that she was too sensitive from coming, she would not relent.

The constant sucking and thrusting of those slender fingers made her overstimulated body tremble, her fingers clasping and tensing in a futile bid to claw away from the overbearing pleasure. She thought that tonight would be her little exploration, though it turned out that she herself was the one being explored most thoroughly. Those restraints made sure that she’d come to realise just how much she could be made to scream from orgasms.

“I hope you are enjoying watching this. Stay standing right there. It’ll be your turn shortly.”

“If I was to tell you that I’m still going to make you orgasm another ten times, no matter how often those tears of over-stimulation roll down your cheeks, would it make it easier to take, or harder?”

She had wanted to explore so much with him. The promise of being restrained more securely than she’d ever experienced was too enticing to pass. Having a friend who understood her needs seemed like a blessing; it turned out that having him know her needs so well would be more like a curse.

They had planned to explore her desires for pain and pleasure, though when the first attempts at pain, inflicting little elastic-band-induced slaps against her feet, turned out to not be to her liking, his only other avenue was pleasure. While he instantly stopped when she signalled that she wasn’t into painful play, he certainly had no intention to stop when her orgasms became too much. The arousal caused by being rendered so helpless and exposed made her body so instantly susceptible to being completely overcome with pleasure. It only took a few seconds for his fingers and the vibrator to bring her to orgasm, though the whole idea was to fully explore the limits of her pleasure, and he knew that she truly wanted to have those limits entirely tested, no matter how much she begged him to stop. The more her tears of orgasmic torture streamed from her eyes, the more she screamed in overwhelming pleasure, and the more he wanted to make her endure the orgasms.

“I wonder how much more intense the situation feels now that you realise that I intend to make you come until you pass out?”

Star Of The Show

You could have been cautious, though perhaps you wouldn’t have done a single thing differently.

For the first few days in college, you kept to yourself as you always had. Buried in your books as if raising your head would necessitate the need to interact with the world outside of them, a safe haven from the complications and discomfort that interactions can bring. It wasn’t that you didn’t occasionally look fondly at the relationships of others around you. It’s just that the fear of the unknown wouldn’t allow you to traverse outside the safe haven of your solitude.

‘The shy girl,’ that’s how Julia first referenced you. Few terms could make you withdraw further than being directly labelled as shy, yet the more Julia spoke to you throughout your first week in college, the more that you realised this person, who you deemed ‘the cool girl’, wanted to befriend you. It took a little while to coax you out of your shell a little more, yet the prospect of not just making a friend, but befriending one of the most popular people in college, allowed you to feel more accepted.

Often in the past, you’d looked on, wanting to not just win people over but also be admired, yet too afraid of any imagined repercussions and confrontations to commit yourself and push past your fears of rejection. Yet here you were, the first couple of weeks of college and already friends with THE Julia.

You had known before when people’s eyes were lingering on you. Since Julia befriended you, her remarks on how attractive you are helped you not only appreciate the gazes but also meet them head-on. While you weren’t quite ready to actively hang around with Julia’s clique, you couldn’t deny that the thought of being amongst the popular group was enticing. Being around Julia had helped you realise that your interests and hobbies weren’t a cause to be the outsider – she shared many of the same likings. In fact, she admired your love of reading, writing and photography. For once, your pastimes weren’t making you feel like an outsider.

As of writing, the victim is still being treated and is in an exhausted state. So far, however, she has not been able to provide us with anything other than what we know from the gang’s own CCTV footage taken from their hideout.

The footage shows that they tormented the captive with a powerful vibrator in order to find out the whereabouts of one of their members who had gone missing. The fact that this victim has had, nor ever had, any knowledge or involvement with the gang or the ex-member in question suggests that they are unhinged and deluded. It is clear she knew nothing, yet they continued to press her further for information, meaning they are as sadistic as they are elusive.

No physical harm at all was dealt to the victim, though the onslaught of multiple forced orgasms, which were used to torture her brutally and relentlessly, means that the public needs to be notified of this threat before they can act again on another random target.

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Test subject: 0106

The test subject remains in a desperate need to climax following the administration of the DimensionStop drug. Due to her extreme reactions, I advise that the subject be restrained immediately following the study and monitored so that she does not cause any harm to herself through over-stimulation from intense masturbation. The subject had complied with the requests to not masturbate at all for the last seven days; this, coupled with the drug, has caused her to now be completely oblivious to all verbal tasks, direct conversation and feedback now that the study is in its 3^rd hour. Her only focus is the need for climactic release.

It appears that aside from solely inhibiting orgasm, the effects of the drug also cause for a constant increase in the level of pleasure to which the recipient is exposed. Readings show that the subject’s levels of arousal have constantly increased while the vibrators stimulating her breasts and vaginal region have been kept in place, rather than simply plateauing after the first hour, which had previously been the case. The researcher administering the stimulation has been told to apply more force with the vibrators, yet the subject still has not experienced any level of overstimulation: this suggests that her need for orgasm has overridden the typical responses to being overstimulated.

While normally very cooperative in research, for the last 60 minutes test subject 0106 has continued to beg and scream for the test to stop and be granted the mercy of climax, all while constantly trying to move her body in a manner to apply greater pressure on her clitoral region in an attempt to elicit an orgasm. I propose that the subject be denied orgasmic release for another day, with testing to continue again tomorrow, with the aim to continue daily to examine how long the effects of the drug can be replicated. I suggest, therefore, that only after another week of testing shall the test subject be taken off the drug and be allowed to orgasm. Needless to say that the orgasm she shall experience will be of extreme intensity.

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