Forbidden Romance

Princess Sohia had quickly found that her fantasy and reality were not at all in sync. After the long and perilous journey from Helm to the Vaunt Empire, she was greeted not by the welcoming arms of her lover, but by guards and a swift imprisonment. 

“You’ll be sorry if you don’t release me. Prince Tobias will not stand for this, he’ll punish you once he finds out I’m here.” Her protests and threats meant nothing to the guards.

She had expected to be led to the Prince once she had passed through the gates to the great empire of Vaunt. While always seen as a hostile territory to her own Kingdom, there had always been a certain level of respect for the majestic stone architecture which encompassed the mammoth realm she was now a captive of. At once she was separated from her personal guard and led towards the central castle. Led to a cell and imprisoned within the dungeons, she had hoped that the next person she would  see would be Prince Tobias. Dangling from her shackled wrists held above her head, at the centre of the cell, Princess Sophia was approached by a group of women. With their plain white robes, she recognised these as the castle maidens. Accompanied by guards – who simply stood around the room and watched – the maidens stripped the captive and began bathing her. Sophia’s protestations did nothing to dissuade them. Neither the guards nor the maidens made any sound at all as sponges and hands soaped up and cleaned the completely naked girl. 

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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”.

Tonight was her night to savour.

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Many Hands

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. 

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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”.

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Late-X

“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.”

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“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.”

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On Display

“Please! Please! I’m begging you!!” 

Depending on what time you arrived, that plea could either have been a desperate cry for anyone to let her come, or a tortured scream for the orgasms to cease. 

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Telepath C23P

While she had trained for years to withstand all kinds of interrogation techniques, she was not prepared for this.

This wasn’t about finding out information, he could find out anything he wanted in mere seconds: this was simply about entertaining his own desires. After a while, she would be screaming out every secret of her organisation, telling them everything they wanted to know, begging for mercy, pleading for it to stop; he would savour every second of it.

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Playing Doctor

The future and the past all feel like a dreary haze, a liquid entity that would merely slip through her fingers, the only solidity is in the present: the longing, the torment, the unendurable present that consumes her.

Occasionally the instances that brought her here flash in her mind, an insignificant check-up with the doctor… that check-up which had stirred so much within. She had thought the prescription would be of little consequence, yet the constant arousal within her after taking it seemed to be too out of the ordinary to ignore. When she had brought it up with the doctor at subsequent visits, he simply gave her a short examination, one which involved him touching her more than she had a feeling was necessary; it was as if he could see her thoughts and had delved into those locked away fantasies. After the examination, he’d given her a stronger dose to take, unsurprisingly, it made her even hornier. The more she masturbated, the more the desire seemed to consume her. Day and night, sexual thoughts clouded her mind while the desire to touch lingered without respite. She couldn’t take it, she had to return. She did not even question it when she was made to change into a gown, as if she were to be staying for a long duration, nor did she question him requesting that she changed there in his office, the idea turned her on even more. All she wanted was for the sensations to die down, yet the thought of his eyes lingering on her made her melt inside, she tried to pretend that it was the prescription that had made her lust after this man even more.

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Thirty-Minutes

Surely a video of somebody else, a doppelganger of your own quivering body, yet you know that it is yourself you are seeing, turning to the side and watching the footage on the screen as if watching a stranger writhing with need.

It is these short moments of rest that linger the most cruelly; you know by now that begging for them to give you what you need so badly will do nothing. You can merely turn and watch yourself from the angle of the recording, watching them zoom in and adjust the camera filming every moment of your blissful suffering. You have long since given up the struggle of pulling on the restraints; all efforts are focused on the pulsating desire within you.

You had agreed so naively, thinking it would simply be a little erotic fun to be filmed, thinking it would just be something arousing to masturbate to in future. The joy of having pleasure being focused on you, something that had been missing in your busy life and hectic schedule. Yet now that seems so long ago, never had you realised that this coursing pleasure would burn so deeply inside, never dying down, simply simmering within.

From the moment your hands were tied above your head, it seemed as if it was their goal to tease you to madness. Taking turns, they made sure there was always at least three pairs of hands touching you at all times. The way their fingertips and palms worked so slowly seemed to stimulate your body as if you had never been touched before in your life.

For half an hour they tormented you, yet not even touching your nipples or clitoris until the final minutes. All the while they whispered into your ears, telling you exactly what the cameras were showing, telling you just how delicate the movements of your body are as they started to brush and flicker over those most sensitive little peaks. In the last seconds they finally brought you to the edge… then always left you alone, walking away behind the camera to leave you teetering cruelly on the pinnacle. One minute always passed, the camera picking up every display of uncontrollable longing, then another thirty minutes of relentless teasing… on and on until this point in time, where you feel as if your throbbing clitoris is the only thing in the room with a pulse.

They toy with you in unison, an orchestra of pleasure playing your body like an instrument, leaving you to watch yourself bucking your hips up and down with need, silently screaming for the climax. As you writhe in tortured pleasure, you think about what they had just whispered to you: that in one minute you should keep your eyes on the screen to watch yourself as a mouth finally sucks against your clitoris. A shiver runs through you at the thought.

 Any second now, a tongue will find the pulsating, agonising beauty of your tender cherry.

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