The pulsing resonance of her screams sweeps the halls, all eyes fixed on the writhing beauty before the class. Her hips push and pull against the seat, the words and murmurs around her linger like a haze, trapped in a fog of emotions. She knows better than to ask them to let her go or to not make her cum again, yet every fragment of her being screams out to do so.

If only she had not have spoken out of turn, she’d be watching another in this position, being used as the pleasure puppet to motivate the rest of the class.

Another correct answer made her wince, knowing what was to come. As soon as the teacher congratulated the student, the class fell silent once more, drowning the girl in a sea of attention. Another question answered correctly, another orgasm… each becoming more punishing than the last.

Her body no longer felt simply her own. She wanted to disappear, to crawl into a black hole and never return. She’d give anything to simply just keep the blindfold on, to never see the faces that had all gazed upon her most intimate reactions.

Another question correct… another orgasm.

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”Fuck!!! P… Please… Oh God… OH GOD!”  

”That’s it… Take it… You wanted to come that bad? Then feel it over and over again.”

”N… No I… I swear, I didn’t… OH GOD!”

‘’Take it! Come again… Now.’’

”Please not again… I cant take it… I DIDN’T MASTURBATE OUT OF CLASS… I SWEAR!”

”Good girl… Scream for us, let everyone in the college hear just what happens when you come without permission.”

”Fuck… Oh Fuck… PLEASE STOP.”

”It’s not going to stop, no matter how much you beg.”

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The Trapped Man

When you walk through the Erotic Halloween Haunted House you’ll see him, though you’ll have heard all of his begging and moaning even from the entrance. It certainly looks erotic, seeing him being teased to the edge constantly while pleading with all of his heart for someone to let him come. It feels as if he’s calling out to every single person walking through. You’ll think to yourself about how good the acting is, you’ll perhaps wonder if they keep him in that state for the duration of the night or let him rest now and again. You might even wonder if or when they let him come at the end of the night, but once you move along, the thought will pass and the rest of the venue will gain your attention.

If only you knew though, that this was not an act, that there was no relief in sight for this tormented man. Nobody recalls quite how long this display has been one of the  focal attractions of the venue, whether it was years or decades. Yet every year it is the same, seeing his anguish at being stroked and teased relentlessly to the brink yet never allowed to come. Those hands caressing every inch of his shaft, massaging those balls so tight with the anticipation of orgasmic release. For you it is merely a sight to behold for a few hours of a single night. For him, it is a torture endured endlessly. Those deep groans and cries for mercy have all been pent up for these brief moments in the year, hoping that somebody may have the power to release him from this hell of denial. Trapped on the cusp indefinitely. Never aging, never needing anything other than the heavenly climax that has been withheld for years without a minute of respite. Maybe if you knew, you’d help. Or maybe you’d still walk on by in fear that if you tried to end his suffering, you’d take his place and suffer the same fate.

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