"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."
Tag: forced orgasms
“Now is the time to find out just why I wanted you to abstain from masturbating at all for two weeks – I wanted this gorgeous pussy to be so sensitive. I know how sensitive your clitoris usually is, so I can’t even imagine how it is going to feel once this torments that little cherry. These feathers are going to constantly spin against your clit for as long as I want, and I’m feeling cruel today…
Oh dear, it must be torture not being able to move away from these constantly whipping feathers. You can’t take it anymore? Don’t be silly, you’ve been telling me for the past 15 minutes that your clitoris is too tender, yet that hasn’t stopped you from coming so hard. No, I won’t be stopping quite so soon.”
If you do well, you get rewarded; if you do badly, you get punished.
This was the simple, unwavering stance of the cheerleading team, yet still, Sarah pleaded with all her heart for their forgiveness without having to endure what she feared. It had only been a simple matter of a misstep, yet on the field, in front of such a large audience, before the final game of the season, it was noticeable; ‘noticeable’ was more than reason enough to suffer the wraith of the team.
The coach and her two top cheerleaders always took much pleasure in giving the punishments. Sarah knew this all too well. The slightest mistake from any member would earn such cruel attention, yet Sarah seemed to be most regularly targeted by the coach and her chosen disciplinarians.
Barely any time after the night was over and the game had finished, Sarah was summoned into a section of the changing room that the coach had set up just for these occasions. No time was wasted as they stripped her, telling her that she knew why she needed this, why the team needed this. The familiar feeling leather cuffs were fastened to her wrists – to be held up by the coach while her legs were kept spread by the spreader bar. It had been the biggest game of the season, the final match, and to make a mistake under such scrutiny was unforgivable; they were going to make her come until she could not stand.
Sarah was wise enough now to hold no protest, yet still, the desire to close herself to such intense stimulation was overbearing – though no matter how much she tried, they kept her body spread open for their wicked delights. The vibrator made little work of her attempts to halt what she knew would come, the maw of tortured pleasure that would ensnare her and never let go. Even before the first orgasm, the sensitivity of her sex against the devastating pulsations was nearly unbearable; once the orgasm hit her with all its force, she was thrown into a descent of hellish pleasure. They held her tight, making sure to give not even a second of remorse. No matter how much she begged and told them she could not come anymore, they worked her back towards another. Sarah felt as if her own body was forging an alliance against her, cruelly making her endure each orgasm after the other, each more unendurable than the last. Throughout every shudder of her limbs, through the constant convulsing of her body, the coach and her fellow punishers gave no respite, keeping Sarah held open for the vibrator to continue until either she passed out or her body could no longer give them the orgasms which they so longed to always see.
Sarah knew they would not stop, no matter how much she screamed through every orgasm and the following over-stimulation, which always cruelly led to another; they loved seeing her tortured with pleasure. This was a punishment she’d not forget any time soon.
The soft, stuttered sound of cloth tearing as his fingers rip open her last garment, indicating that the photo shoot was over and that his true intent was to begin. He had piqued her curiosity by mentioning the vibrator, which he had himself created, yet when she asked him to show her, he had much more in mind.
He had told her to simply tell him to stop when she wanted him to, yet when his vibrator met her pussy, she gasped and swayed in shock at the power of it, speechless and engulfed in sudden arousal beyond expectation.
He held her tight, feeling such a delicate body in his arms, steadying her as if his life depended on it. Every shiver and surge of that feminine structure seemed to radiate through him. It seemed to be giving him strength. From what must have been mere seconds, he heard the music of her moans and utterances of joy fill the room; barely a minute had passed before she was shaking in her first orgasm. He relished in the ecstasy that his creation was eliciting from her. When her squeals of bliss turned to cries for it to stop, that it was too intense, he knew that it couldn’t end so soon.
He kept it pressed to her, holding her tight while those wonderful hips tried to twist free from his clutches. He was going to make sure she never forgot him, make sure that she always remembered the pleasure of this day, a pleasure that would never be rivalled. This vibrator in his clutches was going to make her come more than anybody else could, more than she herself would dare attempt. He knew that however much she screamed and begged, she would always dream about the sensations he had given her – she would always fantasise about the way he pushed her to the brinks of pleasure that she truly wanted but would never seek.
This wouldn’t be the last time she’d come back to him. The way he forced multiple orgasms from her with his vibrator was going to be what always kept her coming back for more, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
She had fantasised about it for so long, to put herself at the mercy of this couple who had promised to show her pleasures beyond her imagination.
The way they whispered things into her ear as she dined with them, how their words made her tremble. The way they nibbled the nape of her neck as she drank with them, how their teasing made her quiver.
She sighed and moaned while they massaged her smooth, supple, sumptuous body, dancing their fingertips across her sleek, oily skin.
Once her wrists were held down, she knew her fantasy had been brought to life; the girl was ready to climax harder than ever before. She shuddered the moment the vibrator grazed across her tender mound, arching her back as it soon built her body to a crescendo….
She felt the pure white hot pleasure engulf her.
When it did not stop, and the hands did not release their grip, she realised this was an intensity she had not ever dreamed of.
She will try and free herself to make it stop, her body defending itself against the pleasure it cannot take.
The hands won’t keep her down much longer… but the cuffs will.
“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 are 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 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.”
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.
1 Hour 16 minutes – Subject 0083 remains conscious and fully engaged. The subject has so far not displayed any signals beyond typical levels of overstimulation expected within these studies. Given that the subject had not been able to cope with post-orgasmic stimulation for any duration over 20 minutes in past observations, it can be seen that this device is greatly impacting the refractory period previously caused by hypersensitivity of her clitoris.
This model of self-regulating vibrator has proven effective in keeping the female in an orgasmic state. Subject 0083 had been chosen for the study for her post-orgasm sensitivity; the device has been able to coax more orgasms from her than had been previously possible. While the subject had still been exceptionally vocal for the duration (hence the inclusion of the ball gag for this study), the wand continued to force orgasms from her by automatically changing the power of vibrations to adapt to her arousal and sensitivity. It has proven highly effective.
2 Hours 03 minutes – Her body is now showing signs of extended over-stimulation, even with this vibrator. It is time to test the self-adjusting dildo…
2 Hours 28 minutes – Subject 0083 has been successfully stimulated to multiple orgasms following over-stimulation, meaning that the self-adjusting dildo has had a positive impact. While her sex is visibly extremely red and swollen, showing the vibrator had caused intense stimulation, the dildo has been able to overcome this sensitivity by monitoring the subject’s responses and adjusting its own pace and angle to maintain stimulation with the intent to bring about further orgasms. The dildo has been observed slowing down greatly throughout the duration, indicating the subject’s orgasms have been sensually and physiologically overwhelming.
The dildo has not faltered in adjusting to the girl’s sensitivity. It would appear that the main feature of the dildo, to maintain consciousness and avoid desensitization of the sex in the subject, has proven effective; readings indicate a state of orgasmic torture. I will continue to monitor further.
Something within me just wants to keep making you come. The more I hear you moaning and screaming in orgasmic ecstasy, the more I want to elicit from you.
Those words she had uttered so long ago would be used against her over and over again.
Victoria had suspected something was unusual about the photo shoot, considering how abruptly her friends seemed to have planned it, yet she couldn’t deny that the idea enticed her. Doing a fully nude erotic shoot, with all four of them posing together, was never something that she’d have admitted to fantasising about, yet she agreed the moment they suggested it.
The moment her friend’s boyfriend entered the room and began setting up the camera was when she realised something was off. She looked at him, blushing at the thought of their night together only a week ago, and saw his smirk as a sign that the girls knew their little secret. Her friends pounced, pulling her down onto the makeshift bed and wrapping her in a blanket of skin and eager fingers. Part of her wanted to escape, to push them away and run from the room, yet her deepest desires kept her locked in place.
“You told him not to stop making you come? You just couldn’t get enough, could you? Don’t worry; we’ll abuse your pretty little pussy just the way you wanted him to. ”
