"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".
It was her turn tonight, to be taken in just the way she had heard the other girls be taken night after night. They were all there to experience the most intense of orgasms, to have him study their responses after various lengths of masturbation free nights; they adored his dedication to the exploration of female pleasure.
This night was hers, time for the other girls to lie awake and try desperately to stem the desire for their fingertips to wander at the sounds of moans and screams of passion, the sounds of flesh against flesh. He of course knew how much they craved the touch, knowing that each time he played with them, the deepest secrets of their sexuality were being unravelled by him. His appetite to explore the boundaries of their pleasure simply grew more each time.
Tonight he was to do as he always did, to bring her to a place beyond pleasure, to tease her past the pinnacle of longing, knowing that she indulged in every second of it. His whispers were to melt her thoughts, his soft, slow touches were to turn her body to vapour at his fingertips.
“I know that soft, dripping wet pussy hasn’t been played with for so long, I know that when I expose that twitching little clitoris, you are going to be begging me to touch more. If you carry on being a good girl like you have been for the last few days, to restrain yourself from touching, to keep those sweet lips spread for my fingertips, to keep your hands away from the rest of your body and leave me solely to stimulate you, I will reward you by finger fucking you hard. Just think of how if my fingers can do all that to you, how will it feel when soon my throbbing hard cock is pushing against that little entrance, ready to slide deep inside and fuck you hard”.
She had never expected to experience such torment, to repeatedly feel the sensations that continued to ebb away at her will-power.
Every night she turned up, like a moth to a flame. The advertisement had requested a female to be used for the class of massage students to practice on. She had not expected them to practice on her all at once, every night to be touched so much by so many soft, oily hands.
The massage instructor had told her not to masturbate for the duration of the week so that she remained most sensitive and responsive. The need overwhelmed her night after night, yet she somehow managed to hold out after every class. The thought of holding herself back was not only a challenge she wanted to succeed in, it was also something that had aroused her the moment she was first told it – the thought of trying to contain her own desires.
Each night she lay on the massage table as they circled around, each caressing her body and sliding their hands sensually all over. The girls took so much pleasure in arousing their subject, knowing that such a long, sensual massage – night after night – must have been unbearable. Occasionally one or two of them would let their fingertips brush against the lips of her sex, taking much delight in letting her arousal simmer, though never giving her the exploration she began to internally beg for. They kept gliding their palms so gently and slowly along the girl’s body, always working in unison to constantly stoke the flame.
Her mind could not follow the patterns of so many hands; soon it became a constant motion of erotic sensations sweeping over her skin.
By the end of the week, the classes, as well as the indescribable need afterwards, had become torture… yet still she went, with only one more night left.
Writhe, struggle, tense every muscle, it all makes no difference, I will still show no mercy. How does it feel knowing that I can feel every sensation that you experience? How does it feel knowing that I am in control of every touch?
You feel like a puppet on strings as I once again control your fingers to work faster, feeling your body draw to the very edge of an orgasm, before I make those fingers slow down, keeping you constantly held on the brink, riding it out repeatedly and so cruelly.
In your mind you continue to beg me over and over, pleading with me to stop torturing you with denial, yet still I simply reply with erotic whispers trailing through your consciousness. I once again tell you that I had always wanted to experience the intensity of the sensations a girl must feel when she gets close; now that I have taken control of your body for the night, to share it and feel your pleasure, I will make the most of it, I will push you beyond anything any human has ever experienced before. You aren’t the first girl I have taken control of and teased for the night, for her to wake up and think it was a dream, though you will certainly suffer so much more than any of the others have.
My last whispers in your mind make you wish you could wake up…
“If this is what it feels like to keep this body on the edge of orgasm for two hours, I look forward to feeling what it is like after ten more of them”.
“Tell us, where is she? We have the still images that were taken with you and Faith yesterday night.”
“I hope you enjoyed the broadcast.”
“You’re going to go away for a long time if you don’t cooperate. We’ve spent years working to take down your operation. Now, where is Faith?”
“But just look at that image darling, you can see that I wasn’t doing anything to her that she didn’t truly crave. I bet that when she infiltrated our lab, she was just praying that she’d be captured and taken by us. Just look at her face and tell me that this isn’t the expression of someone who is having every desire fulfilled.”
“Stop it! That drug you gave her-”
“Oh darling! It’s far too wonderful a creation to simply refer to it as a drug. Late-X is one of our most brilliant concoctions. She put up a little struggle of course when we slipped the latex suit on her, but doesn’t she look wonderful in it? Her gorgeous curves, so on display for you. Fuck – I just want to go back and make her scream all over ag-”
“Enough! What is the drug you gave her?”
“Don’t interrupt me, and I’ll tell you. So anyhow, when we slipped that enticing latex suit on her, she soon realised that our much coveted aphrodisiac was laced within. She squirmed and writhed as we restrained her. She tried her best to maintain her composure though once I brought out the vial of Late-X. We started the timer the moment I applied a drop of it to her clitoris, though she couldn’t understand the effects yet. She struggled to focus on anything other than the desperate need coursing through her body. You can see the delight on my face as I started using the toys on her.”
“So Late-X is another aphrodisiac?”
“Oh not at all. There was enough aphrodisiac in her outfit to keep her writhing and begging for attention for days. No – the effects of Late-X were apparent to her once I slid that dildo inside her and pressed the vibrator right on her pulsating little clit. With how desperate to climax she already was, she should have come right at the second the vibrator pressed against that hypersensitive little jewel. Just look at how her cute little clit is so eager for attention.”
“Get to the point!”
“Demanding aren’t you? Well, she tried her best to compose herself. You should be proud of her. Every other test subject only lasted a few seconds before they started screaming for their orgasm. She lasted an entire two minutes. The timer was set for ten minutes. Though once she realised what was happening, she let it all out. Pleading and begging non-stop… you see, Late-X keeps the victim unable to orgasm until the effect wears off, yet every sensation of pleasure is amplified. We have managed to measure the exact quantities needed for specific time frames – which is how we are able to count down the orgasm to the exact second. Impressive isn’t it?”
“You’re sick. I’ll make sure that we bring your entire organization crumbling down, you-”
“Oh darling don’t be so dramatic. Look at her expression – utter bliss. If only you could have heard how much she cried out for me to let her come. Her pussy just would not stop constantly dripping. I must admit, I almost felt sorry for her. Just that short time must have been hell; she wouldn’t stop screaming for me to show some mercy and let her come. She knew she was being watched, broadcast to so many eager eyes, she just couldn’t contain herself as you can clearly see- don’t you want to watch more of the footage?”
“…and once the timer hit zero?”
“She got what she craved. Though all the orgasms that had been halted over the course of that ten minutes, all of those peaks of ecstasy that were halted while I tormented her pussy, all were released in succession. Can you imagine the sounds, the shrieks of someone having orgasm after orgasm torn from them in succession. How she thrashed in the restraints, needing to escape the onslaught of pleasure that was torturing her. I can assure you, I was relentless.”
“You’ll pay for this!”
“Oh it didn’t stop there… I just had to do it again and again. Ten minutes every time. I think the worst part for her was knowing exactly what was going to happen, but unable to do anything to stop it.”
“Enough! Where is she now? What did you do with her once you were done?”
“Done with her? I don’t think you understand. You may have captured me last night, but in all the time you have had me here, you should have been looking for her. Since I had my fun last night, we haven’t stopped since.”
“That’s it, good girl. I know you haven’t come in over a week but your master made it clear that if you moan or make any sound from my touch, you’ll have to wait another week before you have another chance for that sweet release. I could do this to you all day. Isn’t it so hot to have him watch you while I do whatever I want to you? You are doing very well to keep quiet.”
“Well you made it, very well done. Still, you aren’t going to get off that easily. You have to hold back your orgasm for another 10 minutes, otherwise, if your master sees you coming, you will spend the next 3 weeks being teased by me without any orgasm. I really want the chance to see you suffer like that, so I’m not going to go easy on you now. Come for me and your master and embrace your punishment, I know you can’t take any more.”
Wracked with the ever intoxicating cocktail of nervousness and excitement, she was shaking as they shackled her wrists and ankles, leaving her hanging in the restraints, spread and completely at the mercy of the facility. She had an idea of what kind of cruel delights they may have had in store for her, yet the anticipation of what was to come, even though she knew how pleasurable it should be, was still overwhelming.
The facility had quite the reputation for bringing girls to their limits of sexual endurance, which is why there was not only always a surge in demand for whatever new product they were unveiling, but also a surge in requests to be involved in the testing process.
It was clear that this new applicant was very nervous and somewhat apprehensive, yet the moment when the lead research analyst began smearing the latest chemical product over her, those shivers of nerves gave way to shivers of pure physical arousal. The lotion had been made to bring about the highest levels of female sexual arousal from merely making contact with the skin; they made sure to test it most thoroughly on this gorgeous guinea pig, smearing it all over her from neck to toe. It took less than 30 seconds before the girl was breathing heavily and moaning with the need for more stimulation, yet the researcher continued to apply it.
Even without any sexual stimulation, with only the faintest touches and strokes from having the oil applied, the girl’s heart was thumping as her body continued to burn more and more with need: somehow her pussy was twitching and convulsing even though they had barely just started. With every second, the heat within her rose until finally the application of the oil stopped. The unbearable need did not die down, the oil caused for the sensations to continuously intensify even as the analyst left the girl, hanging restrained and stewing in her maddening arousal. Only when the rest of them circled her did she realise that the application of the oil was merely the beginning of her teasing torment.
The research had been scheduled to last the duration of the day.
In this moment, she is nothing but a helpless exhibition of lust.
The show had been a hit for the night, the audience all applauding at every expected moment, yet the erotic dancing and the simulated displays of passion were all merely a warm up for the main act.
After an evening of enjoyable yet light entertainment, the audience were anticipating what they had been truly waiting for, ready for the curtains to open once more for the final show.
Silence descended over the room as the curtains opened, revealing the nameless starlet, hanging helplessly and exposed to the female teaser standing beside her, ready to give the crowd what they wanted. A wet, tantalising heat seemed to radiate from the stage as the teaser wordlessly began her work.
The audience sat in silence, appreciating the beauty before them, each devouring the visual splendour, soothed with the delicious whimpers of arousal drifting through the room like the softest notes of music ever played. The starlet could not stop herself from whimpering and moaning with pleasure while the silence of the audience – locked in awed concentration – seemed to amplify the sound of every wet slap to her pussy. Every stroke and teasing touch made her shiver in need for more, yet she knew that the teaser was not here to give her such relief: the audience was here to see much more.
The teaser knew just when to hold back and just when to push a little further, just when to nibble the girl’s pussy lips and just when to push forward and suck on her clitoris hard. The only time the audience made any noise was when murmurs of appreciation spread amongst them once the starlet began to beg. This is exactly what the audience had come to see, desire at its rawest, at its purest, at its most intense.
The mark of a believer, all the proof he needed that this girl was the one he was after. Having shared much company together, becoming comfortable enough to send one another more and more racy pictures, his patience had finally paid off. Finally this mark on her arm signified what he had expected: this girl must know the whereabouts of the relics that the mark of the Deathly Hallows signified.
When he arrived at her house he played it coolly at first, she was already waiting for him, stripped down to only her pretty white lingerie, her tattoo proudly displayed on her arm. His lust for her nearly overcame him, wanting to quell the desires she was so clearly displaying, yet he kept his mind on the task, ready for the right moment to reveal his true intent. Having spoken with her for a long time previously, he knew that she had been in a state of orgasmic abstinence, having wanted to make this moment so much more intense for herself; now he was going to use this to his advantage. In such a state of longing, having spoken of finally meeting for a sexual encounter for a long time, she let him restrain her, shivering in anticipation of such pleasures he could give her while helplessly spread-eagled within the magical bonds.
He teased her with his fingertips, wanting to really work her up before revealing his true intentions. His tongue danced along her cleavage, down her body, trailing between her thighs, his nose pressing gently to the delicate plumpness nestled against the soft white cotton. His tongue then trailed back up her body to circle her nipples. Taking his wand out of his back pocket, he gave it a slight flick in the air; the movements of his tongue – slow circles around her stiffened peaks – seemed to continue without his physical presence there. She arched her back and moaned as the sensation of that tongue licking around her nipples continued, a ghosting effect which did not stop. She told him to hurry up, that she wanted more, yet still he took things slowly. With a trace of the wand down the slit of her sex, so visible beneath the thin lingerie, he made her pussy tingle with intense arousal as the sensation of a single fingertip stroking up and down continued… again without his physical contact.
It was only then that he told her why he was here, that he wanted the whereabouts of the Deathly Hallows. She thought he was joking at first, unable to suppress a moan as her body continued to pulse with need. In response, the man – now sitting between her legs – simply flicked his wand again in the air and muttered something she could not hear. With another flick, the speed of the movements of licking and stoking to her body increased, bringing so much pleasure yet nowhere near enough to give the orgasm she had gone without for nearly three weeks. He repeated his question, this time the writhing girl simply told him she did not have any idea, and that she merely is fascinated by them, before sighing in pleasure. Unfortunately for the helpless girl. he did not believe her.
With a swipe of his wand, her lingerie, which was soaked with her arousal, tore to pieces. He knelt forward and began to tease her sex with his tongue, replacing the sensation of being stroked. Up and down that tongue slipped, tracing the softness of her swollen pussy lips, teasing the stiffened little nub of her clitoris. Only when she started begging for him to let her come, urging him that she truly didn’t know anything more about the Hallows, did he turn up the heat.
A murmur and a swish of the wand, then finally his mouth clamped to her sex, eating her out fiercely… yet something was different. Even though she was in so much need for this after the duration of abstinence, the sensation was still so much more intense than she had ever experienced from someone going down on her. As he sucked and licked, feasting on her pussy like it gave him strength, she realised that the sensations seemed to increase every moment yet still she would not come.
It became too much for her, yet there was no escape, as much as she begged and strained against the ropes, it would not stop. She only stopped screaming for her orgasm when he suddenly stopped and spoke, though even with his lips removed, the feeling of him devouring her pussy continued. With a cruel smile, he told her that a spell had been cast on her that would prevent any orgasm until it was lifted by him. He had also then placed a charm on her body that would cause a rippling effect from any stimulation applied; the feeling of his tongue on her pussy would repeat itself, with any further stimulation also repeating itself, causing for his bout of feasting on her pussy to have resulted in a tidal wave of non-stop pleasure. This combined with her inability to climax resulted in an excruciating torment of being unable to orgasm from the kind of pleasure that would have had her coming over and over again in seconds. She was trapped between two spells which were causing her unbearable pleasure beyond any realms she had thought possible.
No matter how much she begged and screamed that she knew nothing of the whereabouts of the Hallows, he would not relent. She could barely form words through the constant torture as he simply watched her body convulse on the constant brink of an orgasm which would not arrive. He did not tire of this display of beautiful agony, casting further spells to perhaps make her give in: a spell that made her clitoris vibrate constantly, a spell that made her feel like her g-spot was being sucked directly, all while the sensations of being eaten out intensely continued to amplify across her dripping wet, engorged red sex.
Only when he finally cast a spell of pure pleasure on her, the direct opposite of the Cruciatus curse, did he realise she couldn’t possibly know. After all that teasing and torment, the feeling of a curse that would instantly make her climax, yet not being able to, took her breath away. When he stopped to let her breathe and she still did not give him the answer he wanted, he knew she could not possibly know a thing about the Hallows’ locations. Nobody could handle such an onslaught of agonising pleasure without giving in, he knew that from experience. He still however used the curse on her for another long while, enjoying the look of tortured ecstasy on her face, those wonderful desperate pleas for mercy. The dual torment of unrelenting pleasure and the inability to climax, such an exquisite feast of over-stimulation.
Little did she know that through all of this, one more surprise lay in store; once he removed the spell to allow her to orgasm, all of the orgasms that had been denied will have stored up, ready to be unleashed on her in succession. Once the cruel man had taken his fill in denying her further, she was going to have to endure a constant stream of orgasms without rest. He wondered just how many times she had been denied an orgasm throughout all of this, the thought made him smile as he uttered the incantation.
As Olivia ventured deeper into the haunted house, she noticed that it seemed to start brimming with plant-life, gorgeous flowers that seemed to breathe a new lease of life into what had been such a dark, claustrophobic setting. It was only when she entered a large, garden-like open space that she realised that she had unknowingly been separated from her friends. Before she had time to call back out to them, a group dressed as zombies sprang forth from the surrounding foliage and apprehended her. She had no time to react or even cry out for help as she was stripped naked and thrust onto a table at the centre of the thriving garden. The moment she was held down on it, she realised that the garden itself wasn’t simply a prop, it was pulsating with life; the greenery seemed to undulate as if breathing in and out. The movement above, with the rhythmic churning of branches and petals, almost hypnotised the naked girl for a moment, though the realisation that the hands were no longer what kept her held down brought her back to reality.