"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."
You may try and capture their existence with cameras, but they will make their presence known far more intimately tonight. Hear the demonic whispers as on this Halloween night pleasure becomes your treat… and your nightmare. The feeling of cuffs on your wrists and hands holding you down as you sleep certainly aren’t just in your mind…
An audio/visual experiment, capturing Nova Gold taken hold by a supernatural entity on Halloween night.
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Model: Nova Gold
“Please! Please let me come. I can’t take it anymore.”
If only her pleas could bring any mercy or respite.
Aerith had been warned about venturing off alone. She wasn’t scared of Shinra however, and felt as if there was little that could be hazardous in the flower gardens. How wrong she was; there were other things besides Shinra that had taken an interest in this magically powerful Cetra.
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She had never truly expected the spell to work, to summon a demon to do her bidding, though it seemed worth just at least trying it if there was a chance of being in possession of power that would make her life so much easier and richer. However, it was far too late to turn back once she realised that it wasn’t a mystical aide that she’d summoned, but a demon of lust.
Before she could even begin a plea for him to spare her, he had already gripped her and transported them instantly back to his kingdom.
“In my world, there is no time, I can keep you here for the human equivalent of 100 years and still summon you back to your world without a second having passed. I will only send you back once I have had my fill.”
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That complete loss of control, it is what you desire most.
Knowing you cannot stop that constant, burning pleasure, that near the unendurable pulse of the vibrator, that relentless ache of every impending orgasm. Even the slightest give in the restraints feels almost too lenient. You want it to hold you even tighter, and make you suffer even more through every agonising wave of ecstasy. That gushing, white-hot pleasure that keeps you screaming isn’t enough to crush the need for more and more. Only when the flood of sensation starts to almost hurt that you feel the need to say it’s getting too much, though just as you had hoped from the beginning, there is no chance of it stopping. Your body will give out far before your mind’s need for torturous pleasure can be fulfilled. You will always suffer so much for what you love most.
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To be taken and used by a couple had long been her deepest fantasy, though now that she was in the midst of that very experience, she wondered if perhaps she’d swam too deep too soon. There was no stopping them; over and over, they made her climax without rest, made her scream in rapture without pause. She had never delved into the act of forced orgasms, even though the idea seemed appetising, so to have been tied up and forced to orgasm repeatedly, no matter how much she begged them both to stop, was an overwhelming foray.
They took it in turns to fuck and vibrate her dripping wet pussy, the wife torturing her clitoris until it felt like it would burst from sensitivity while the husband penetrated her constantly convulsing entrance, feeling her thighs tremble as the change in stimulation renewed the sensitivity throughout her sex. Every time the man’s length pushed inside her fully and his pelvis pressed against her clitoris, she was reminded of the power of that vibrator and how it had devastated that little nerve-filled button. Every time the woman held that vibrator steadily against her, she felt a renewed need for the man’s cock within her as her pussy convulsed in orgasmic contractions around nothing, vibrated to a trembling, hot wet mess of frustrated longing.
They had spoken online for quite some time in order to safely set up their meeting, having taken all the steps to ensure absolute security and trust, though now the helpless girl had begun to worry that she wouldn’t be able to last the whole weekend with this couple. A pity for her sensitive little pussy that they were going to make sure her body was stimulated almost constantly for the entire weekend, no matter how much she believed she could endure.
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They’d met at the club, an instant attraction becoming a magnet for her long-neglected longings; she knew this blonde-haired woman could indulge her in the fantasies that had persisted so often in her life. The rest of the night had been a whirlwind of lights and motion, the white noise of music and drinks serving as a tunnel towards the sole goal of getting back to this woman’s house. Once there, all pretences were abandoned. This night was to be dedicated solely to the exploration of her sexuality.
The cuffs and blindfold were an unexpected treat; with her wrists and ankles restrained, she’d finally truly experience what it was to be at the mercy of another woman’s lust. Once those fingers delved deeply within her tenderness and those lips clamped around the jewel of her sex, she soon came to realise that not only did this woman understand every aspect of her femininity so well, but she would also feel the true savage desire of a woman who knew exactly how far a girl can be pushed into sexual ecstasy. No matter how much she screamed and told the blonde tormentor that it was too much, that she was too sensitive from coming, she would not relent.
The constant sucking and thrusting of those slender fingers made her overstimulated body tremble, her fingers clasping and tensing in a futile bid to claw away from the overbearing pleasure. She thought that tonight would be her little exploration, though it turned out that she herself was the one being explored most thoroughly. Those restraints made sure that she’d come to realise just how much she could be made to scream from orgasms.
Continue reading“I hope you are enjoying watching this. Stay standing right there. It’ll be your turn shortly.”
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As of writing, the victim is still being treated and is in an exhausted state. So far, however, she has not been able to provide us with anything other than what we know from the gang’s own CCTV footage taken from their hideout.
The footage shows that they tormented the captive with a powerful vibrator in order to find out the whereabouts of one of their members who had gone missing. The fact that this victim has had, nor ever had, any knowledge or involvement with the gang or the ex-member in question suggests that they are unhinged and deluded. It is clear she knew nothing, yet they continued to press her further for information, meaning they are as sadistic as they are elusive.
No physical harm at all was dealt to the victim, though the onslaught of multiple forced orgasms, which were used to torture her brutally and relentlessly, means that the public needs to be notified of this threat before they can act again on another random target.
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You had heard of the service they offered, always curious of how a Sybian would feel, to straddle something so powerful and unforgiving. The prospect of being able to book a session with not only a Sybian but also having someone there to aid you was like a dream come true.
After booking it online, your heart was racing with excitement when the doorbell rang; an attractive man carrying both the Sybian vibrator and a large mirror had arrived. You realised what the mirror was for once you finally stripped and mounted the machine. Once he sat behind you and caressed your body while you gazed at yourself, you were ecstatic. It turned you on so much more to see yourself in such a state of ecstasy. Once you felt the immense power of the vibrations nestled deeply between your inner thighs, you were in heaven. Once his hands began to hold you firmly down, whispering that he’ll keep you held in place after every orgasm – even when you felt like you might not be able to take any more – you knew you were in for the ride of your life.
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“I was so wet all night afterwards, just thinking about it.”
The words were as enticing as the image you sent the following morning in reaction to the evening before.
How my actions affected you, and how I hope just that evening alone plays on your mind for many, many nights to come.
No restraints were needed – merely my hands and words of command were enough.
Both of us were naked, yet all the attention was lavished upon your sensitive form. My head between your thighs, your fantasies already causing your pussy to glisten. I didn’t tease you. For once that was not my intention. Instead, I simply prepared your clitoris for what it was to soon endure. I trailed my tongue along the folds of your pussy lips before circling around that tender nub, coaxing it from its hood. The rocking of your hips, along with your moans and whimpers for more, would have been enough, but I waited for the twitching of that stiffened clitoris to be my guide. Once I closed my mouth around it, there would be no going back.
At first, I simply let my tongue roll back and forth, taking pleasure in the constant little twitches of your clit, as if it wished to dance with the rhythm of my mouth. Soon I pursed my lips and simply sucked against the very tip of it, letting you know how focused that sensation will be. My hands at first caressed your thighs and your waist, letting you know that your body, just like your pleasure, remained within my firm grasp. Once I pressed my lips down to engulf the entirety of your clitoris, to spread that pleasure deeper, that’s when my hands slid upwards, caressing your chest. Every inch of your body was to partake in this dance.
When I pushed my mouth right against your apex, sucking your clitoris in deeply, as if trying to trap it against the roof of my mouth, that’s when it was helpless to the wrath of my tongue. It lashed relentlessly against the underside of your clit while I continued to suck. Each time you built to a crescendo, your rocking hips and stuttered gasps told me enough to know when to back off. Once again, the quivering of your clitoris and those wondrous convulsions of desire let me know just how close you were getting. I only paused for a few seconds each time, the intention solely to keep building you up further and further – not to deny you, but to simply prolong and intensify the moment that was to come.
My fingers all the while traced around your nipples, keeping them achingly stiff and in need, occasionally feigning to pinch them each time you moaned and got closer to the edge. All to signal to you that they’d be pinched the moment you’d come.
So intoxicating – the softness and wetness against my chin and the way it felt like it urged my mouth to sink in further. Your wonderful moans harmonised with the sound of my suctioning mouth against your slick wet folds.
As the thrusting of your hips became shorter spasms, I knew that it was time. Latching tightly and pressing harder, the whirlwind of my flicking tongue weaving between the stop-start suction, letting you know that this time it was going to happen. With a firm pinch to your nipples, you came. As you writhed and convulsed, I held you steady by keeping my mouth in place, letting you know that the only thing on my mind was all that I wanted to be on your mind: your achingly sensitive clitoris.
You finally reached down and tried to push my head away once squeezing your thighs together didn’t cause me to back off. It wasn’t the fact that you started to beg me to stop, screaming out that it was too intense, that caused me to stop. What caused me to stop was knowing that you’d need to recover a little if it were to continue further. How helpless you looked when you were breathing deeply, your body jerking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. When I then angled myself so that my lower body was at your side, my upper body still down by your thighs, that’s when you knew it was time to start again. I didn’t position your hand around my erection just so that you could pleasure me in return. It was so that you understood how much doing this to you turns me on, how the next steps of your erotic torment would make me pulsate and throb.
As you stroked my cock with one hand, I pinned your other down and began to lick your pussy again. Those lips were already so red and swollen, your clitoris a scarlet button for me to further abuse. You protested as my tongue made a slow path up and down your folds, lapping at your dripping wetness before nestling against that tender cherry. As much as you begged me to stop, you continued to stroke my length all the while. Once I began to suck it again, your scream for mercy quickly became a scream of realisation that your body would betray you. The orgasm happened quickly. I had to keep your hand held down tightly as you struggled, though I loved how tightly you squeezed my shaft while you continued to orgasm. When you released my cock to stop me once you came down, realising that I wasn’t going to stop, I ordered you to keep stroking me. You did as told before whimpering as my tongue lapped away at that poor, hypersensitive clit.
I only had to tell you to stay still once, to stop you from trying to escape as I began sucking it again. I know you enjoyed feeling my cock continue to twitch in your grasp. As much as you begged me to stop and to just fuck you, I know that deep down you wanted me to torture you with my mouth – that’s why when I told you that I’m going to devour you until you can’t possibly come anymore, and only then will I fuck you, that you came the moment my mouth returned to your clit. The instant squeal and then silence as you convulsed alerted me that you’d passed out for a moment.
I thought at that point it was time to penetrate you, that your clitoris was too sensitive to the touch to do anything else with, particularly as you jumped every time my fingers came close to it. Though while fucking you hard, I realised that I was wrong. I had fucked you to so many orgasms that it seemed like you couldn’t come any more. After we had played a little game, having me count every thrust and telling you that I’ll only give you a break if you can take ten without coming (which you failed at for nearly ten minutes), it seemed like we were done. When you were panting and saying that you can’t come any more, that’s when I put the thought in your mind:
“Imagine if there were three of me, one to hold you down, one to fuck you like this, and another to just constantly be sucking your clitoris. Even as you cried that it was too much, even as you pleaded for mercy and screamed for us to stop, we wouldn’t stop sucking your clitoris while fucking you.”
The moment I said that, you came… and came… and came again.
It seems as if you get off at the thought of even more torment. The image you sent, with those wet clothes clinging to every enticing curve, urges me to give it to you right now. Instead, however, I’ll wait, letting you spend another few nights dripping wet from the memories. I’ll let you bask in an afterglow that seems to last for days. With this image, I’ll envision all the things I intend to do to you. I assure you, the next time we meet, I’m going to tie you up and feast on your pussy so much that last night will feel like merely a warm-up.
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