“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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“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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The pulsing resonance of her screams sweeps the halls, all eyes fixed on the writhing beauty before the class. Her hips push and pull against the seat, the words and murmurs around her linger like a haze, trapped in a fog of emotions. She knows better than to ask them to let her go or to not make her cum again, yet every fragment of her being screams out to do so.

If only she had not have spoken out of turn, she’d be watching another in this position, being used as the pleasure puppet to motivate the rest of the class.

Another correct answer made her wince, knowing what was to come. As soon as the teacher congratulated the student, the class fell silent once more, drowning the girl in a sea of attention. Another question answered correctly, another orgasm… each becoming more punishing than the last.

Her body no longer felt simply her own. She wanted to disappear, to crawl into a black hole and never return. She’d give anything to simply just keep the blindfold on, to never see the faces that had all gazed upon her most intimate reactions.

Another question correct… another orgasm.

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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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”Fuck!!! P… Please… Oh God… OH GOD!”  

”That’s it… Take it… You wanted to come that bad? Then feel it over and over again.”

”N… No I… I swear, I didn’t… OH GOD!”

‘’Take it! Come again… Now.’’

”Please not again… I cant take it… I DIDN’T MASTURBATE OUT OF CLASS… I SWEAR!”

”Good girl… Scream for us, let everyone in the college hear just what happens when you come without permission.”

”Fuck… Oh Fuck… PLEASE STOP.”

”It’s not going to stop, no matter how much you beg.”

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Her Sweet Torment

Helplessly, all she could do was give in to the desires ceaselessly coursing through her body. Restrained and blindfolded, even the slightest touch from our fingertips sent a surge throughout. Never had her pleasure been so out of her own hands, to be so out of her own control.

We kept her on the edge for what felt like hours, never giving the mercy she pleaded for. Relentlessly tortured, as however much she screamed in pleasure, it was never enough to satisfy our desires.

As the wand pulled away, she begged for more until the moment that pulsing vibration settled between her legs once again, taking her breath away. Arching her back, tensing her body, hoping that this will be the moment… but again, her torment continued.

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