"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".
“If I was to tell you that I’m still going to make you orgasm another 10 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 from 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, 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?”
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”.
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.
Just remember, as you walk through the Haunted House, that even though the screams may fade out as you gain some distance, for her it does not stop. Her screams linger throughout the night, her convulsions of ecstasy and orgasmic squeals will not end until the appetite of this wicked place have been sated. Go ahead and walk along… run if you must; just know that it may be you crying out in tortured bliss soon enough.
Jessica and her friends had ventured to the PleasureTorture Haunted House having heard so much about it, how exciting and surreal the experience was. Apart from the praise, they had received little other information about what actually happened within, with each personal encounter being very unforthcoming with details, except merely stating that everyone has an entirely different experience. Once they all finally arrived and signed the waivers, it was time to begin. The strangest question within the paperwork was being asked what their deepest fantasies were, though they had already expected this to be unlike anything before.
The first portion of the haunted house was similar to most others, though with a lot more physical contact and a lot more intense scares. Their hearts were pumping from all of the extremely realistic and shocking jump scares lurking around the many corners and hiding places. Occasionally the girls found themselves being touched a little more intimately than they had expected, though the next abrupt scare left them forgetting about it fast. All they had known beforehand was that there would be a distinctly erotic element to the maze of horrors, yet aside from the occasional lingering touch from hands embedded within the walls and from the performers, they found themselves being scared a lot more frequently than expected.
It was when one of the girls found herself picked off and dragged silently from the others that things changed. While the others left behind would soon call out Jessica’s name to no avail and huddle together closer, they also would soon find themselves taken one by one. Jessica was the first to feel the real delight of the haunted house. She had given just a little insight on the waiver forms about how she’d always wanted to be manhandled by a couple of strangers; now she’d experience exactly what she had fantasised about. The figures held her down and tormented her as silently as they’d captured her. Completely overpowered by the two figures, she was helpless against those penetrative fingers, exploring her so deeply without letting her rest. It took no time at all for her body to catch up with the desires of her mind as within minutes Jessica came harder than she ever had in her life, as if they’d tapped into her most primal desire. Held down so tightly however, there was nothing she could do to stop them from giving her what she had always craved time and time again. She could play along and scream for them to stop, but they knew exactly what she inwardly yearned for.
Jessica was the first to experience what the Haunted House held within, yet the others would also succumb very soon…