“We know how these lustful thoughts, these erotic visions, always cloud your mind… how they seem to rule your life… we can cure you, we can set you free of the constant search for stimulation. Let us help you.”

Every day she knew it was to come, yet never could she truly prepare herself for what was in store for her. Like clockwork she moaned out and screamed to no avail.

Locked away in the unit, she was completely at their mercy, to succumb to their ‘therapy’ every single day. Restrained and helpless, the powerful vibrator fastened against her swollen, red, delicate pussy for what must have been hours at a time. They said it was to cure her, to exorcize the cravings for sex, yet the end never seemed in sight.

In the night she would hear the screams of pleasure from others like her, the echoes of lust; by the morning she knew it was soon to be her turn.

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Lowered into the dungeon, she knew what to expect, though this did nothing to calm her. She knew she would be theirs, a helpless feast thrown to the wolves. Sex starved and ravenous for the sweet touch of a woman, these men were confined here in the dungeon merely for the amusement of the royalty, a royalty which this young woman had gravely offended.

These sex craving beasts, turned more animal than man, had no interest in what the girl had done to deserve the punishment of being tied and lowered into the dungeon; constantly kept aroused and pumped with aphrodisiacs, their attention was solely on the the feast before them.

The scent of testosterone seemed to engulf her, she knew screaming was useless, yet as they were released one by one onto her to each have their turn, all she did was scream and scream. Conditioned to forego sexual penetration, they each fondled her body and devoured her pussy like starving animals… sucking and eating her out like it was the last thing they would ever do, not stopping until their jaws locked up.

No matter how sensitive her pussy got, this rough feasting on her sex would not cease. After the last had taken his turn with her, having savoured her sexual essence, the whole pack would be released at once, to each fight over her still throbbing, swollen red pussy. She would be able to do nothing but writhe in the centre of the battle for her sex, feeling her delicate womanhood being ravaged by lusting mouths, each being pulled away for the next aggressive victor to have his fill.

Once a woman of luxury, now reduced to nothing more than a prize. Having lived such a sheltered life, she had truly fantasised about being put in this scenario, to feel such helpless pleasure. Deep down, she almost hoped to suffer this punishment from the royalty she had offended. Now that she was here however, the experience was beyond what she had imagined… an intensity beyond her comprehension. For the first time in her life, she knew what it felt like to climax so hard it almost hurt. Whenever she masturbated while fantasising about the scenario, she could at least stop when it got too much; here, she would be given no such mercy.

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“Go ahead, try and move. I want you to suffer. I can see you want to move so bad, as if it would give you any relief at all, maybe you wouldn’t feel so helpless. The fact is, you ARE helpless, there is absolutely no escape for you, my dear. Go ahead, scream out again, scream for me to let you come.”

“I said fucking scream. Tell me who your body belongs to, then maybe I’ll give this soaking wet pussy just what it craves. Look me in the eyes and listen; it’s going to hurt by the time I’m done. It’s going to be so intense that you will want to pass out… but you won’t, you will take everything I give. Now… beg for it!”

“Good girl, keep going. Don’t you dare stop coming, you are my orgasm doll, my little toy. No I won’t move it off of your clitoris, I know just how sensitive your pussy is. Fucking come for me hard!”

“No, I will not stop. You were begging for this orgasm, now you are begging for it to stop? Look at me when I’m talking to you… If you ask me one more time to stop I’m going to turn it on high. Now… come again.”


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A weekend all to herself, finally the chance to try out the PleasureTorture outcall service had presented itself. Having made the call and booked for the entire weekend, she started having second thoughts, though by this time, it was too late. As per the service she had chosen, there was no warning or introduction; as soon as the door was answered, she was stripped and tied. She was shaking, her heart pounding, yet even through wondering whether this was all a mistake, it somehow felt so perfect.

The first hour was pure bliss, not a word was spoken to her, all part of the package that had been chosen. Of course, after a couple of hours, the denial period would take its devastating effect; soon she’d be begging for an orgasm, begging for just a word or acknowledgement at all from the masked tormentor.

A weekend of orgasm denial and forced orgasms… once chosen, there is no going back. She had asked to be teased to the extreme, wordlessly brought to the brink until she was crying with need, then forced to endure orgasm after orgasm until the weekend was over. This was the service she asked for; it was the service she would undoubtedly receive.

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Cheerleader Rivalry

She hadn’t expected to be asked to come over to Annie’s house, though she jumped at the opportunity to bridge the gap between her biggest rival on the team. Since being picked, Emma had felt much resentment from her team-mates, particularly from Annie; she was unsure whether it was her looks, her acrobatic ability, or the strong bond she alone had already sprung with the coach.

She was just a newcomer, though these girls saw her as a threat, they wanted to show her where she stood.

Under the pretence of wanting to bridge the gap between them, Annie had invited Emma back to her house after training. Little did Emma know that Annie had invited another friend over, both with the same intentions… both waiting patiently for their prey.

The moment Emma entered the bedroom she was surprised to see Tory there as well. Before Emma could ask what it was that they both wanted to talk to her about, Annie pulled her towards them; while the door was behind her and escape was still possible, Emma stayed still, as if trapped by the intense gazes of the two girls before her. Even though she was fully clothed, Emma felt so on display to the pair of girls in front of her, yet her embarrassment was not going to end there. Tory and Annie began to comment on how tightly the outfit fit Emma, taking delight in watching her squirm in embarrassment at the revelation of being the subject of such lustful thoughts. They tried to pour as much imagery into Emma’s mind as possible. From the way every team member watches her arch her back in every routine, as if baring her body to the world to gaze at and touch, to the way they hold her in split lifts, as if parting her thighs to every spectator to gaze at the slender curve between her legs, all with one thought in mind. Blushing, Emma stood awkwardly, the images in her own mind overcoming her while Annie moved in closer.

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The camera pans around her, allowing the viewers to linger on her naked, taut body. Just as her fantasy dictated, kidnapped for the pleasure of everyone watching online, she will find no mercy here. The muffled screams are heard only by the viewers of this cruel display.

Unable to move her limbs or the unforgiving vibrator away at all, her only ability is to shudder and clench every muscle, feeling every orgasm tear her further away from the hope of release. She cannot even beg, in the hope that it may curb their desire to torment her further.

Left alone with the automated camera, there is no sign of compassion for her to cling to. Even if there is any mercy from the viewers, it is not being shown, as the chime of another donation being sent to the website is heard.

The sound delights the viewers, who all know exactly what it means. Each donation adds more time onto how long the girl will be kept like this, how much longer she will suffer the vibrators wraith.

She has no idea how much longer it will last.

Again, another donation… another hour of torment….

…It will be a long, long night.

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‘’Hold her hands still, she is going to answer my questions, no matter how long it takes.’’

They worked her pussy over for hours. She would tell them anything they wanted, anything to stop climax after climax being drilled from her tenderness. No matter how much she begged and pleaded that she knew nothing, that they had the wrong person, they were going to keep torturing her with orgasms until she was a broken, whimpering wreck.

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‘The Darkest Arts: Sex Hexes Most Tormenting.’

They had learned many new incantations from the sex education classes, but this small group knew that there must be a genre of spells harvested from the dark arts to also try out… and so they were right.

The restricted area of the library was a treasure trove of wicked delights, though one book stood out, ‘The Darkest Arts – Sex Hexes Most Tormenting’. They were cautious at first, yet upon closer inspection they realised just what kind of spells they were dealing with. They wanted to see them in action; they’d only be able to master them with plenty of practice.

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She knows she cannot get away, that she is secured with no chance of escape. Yet she will try, she will strain against the rope.

Her body will twist and writhe, doing all it can to evade that constant vibration pressed so mercilessly to her sex.

What began as a simple flutter against her pussy has now become a tremor, one she cannot escape from, no matter how much she struggles.

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In these times of peace, the lord of this region had honed his methods of dominance in other ways. Having trained his mind and body to astonishing levels of control and endurance, he had become a living sex machine beyond any other parallel. At his whim, he would have his servants bring him a new girl freshly chosen to serve as his pleasure doll.

While this girl was treated like a princess, she would soon succumb to an experience no other woman could ever prepare herself for.

The servants would tease her for an hour without orgasm, making sure she was ready. Stripped, seduced and succumbing to her body’s needs, she was all his for the taking.

Holding her in his grasp, he began the motion which, to her, seemed to never end. Over and over he would thrust into her, never stopping, never slowing down, never speeding up. The same constant pounding always brought the same tortures to his pleasure dolls. Whether the girls could last for hours or merely minutes, he was a machine to whom sexual stamina nothing at all…

At first she pleaded for him to speed up. A while later, she was begging him to slow down, yet still his pace did not falter. His grip on her tight, he continued to fuck her without mercy or empathy, forcing orgasm after orgasm from her while he held his own back, feeling her continuously quivering around his always twitching shaft. No matter how much her cries echoed throughout his palace, no matter how often she passed out or begged him to stop, he continued tirelessly for hour after hour. By the time the next week came, she’d once again be hoping that it was her time to be chosen.

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