penetration – PleasureTorture

Test subject: 03

Following the administration of substance S-zero to test subject 03, the subject has proven to be incredibly efficient at delivering the sexual spectacle we had hoped for. Our research analyst, who had previously worked with the subject, was very willing to test his abilities, though perhaps did not expect quite how potent S-zero would be.

1 hour 13 minutes have passed, and there has been no pause nor cause for a refractory period. His stamina has reached record levels, with only 2 orgasms so far. Both moments of climax have produced the desired effect from S-zero, with ejaculate consisting solely of lubricating fluid. The speed and force of penetration did not decrease at all at any point around the moments of climax, with the test subject maintaining a dominant demeanour throughout.

Overall, it appears that test subject 03 has become a sexual being beyond previous natural human capabilities. Substance S-zero has successfully halted the possibility of impregnation while allowing for maximal penetration for as long as the subject desires, or until S-zero wears off. The research analyst had stated that the duration is typically 2 hours.

After 50 minutes, she had begun begging that the subject stop forcing her to climax, or to at least slow down following post-orgasmic sensitivity. He has not complied at all, seeming to even speed up his thrusts, indicating that our work to instil an intense desire for female pleasure as opposed to his own has been fruitful. This researcher believes that the subject is ready to be tested with members outside of the research team.

Halloween Dreams: Katie

Since those nights, I’ve tried to tell anyone who would listen to me about the dangers that lay in wait at night. The dangers lurking within our dreams. Nobody believed me at first. Now everyone is cautious of sleep during the Halloween season. The Dream Teaser awaits.

The first night I just assumed was a regular wet dream, only far more vivid than anything before. It felt like a lucid dream, yet I was entirely restrained and unable to get away. When I heard that voice, asking me if this was indeed my deepest fantasy, I agreed. That was where I went wrong. If only I had known.

In that moment, when you’re looking deeply into my eyes, when you’re moaning wildly, when everything within you wants to both clench and burst at once, it will feel like nothing could be more intense than this.

Yet, when my fingers are exploring you and finding those little hidden treasures that make you whimper with joy, I want my eyes to convey something to you. The look that I give you will signal that, even though this feels like ecstasy at its pinnacle, I want you to know that I have so much more in store for you.

When my sensitive, pulsing cock thrusts into you, you’ll know that everything my fingers were doing to you was just to prepare you for what was to come, to give you a taste.

So, while I’m fingerfucking you, keep your eyes on mine. Soon enough we’ll both be picturing the same thing: exactly how I’ll be holding you when I’m buried in this same soft little place.

I want that intensity you felt, that sensation of being pushed to your limits, to be a foreshadowing of what you’d feel when I’m now buried inside you.

Surely you didn’t think I’d let your clitoris receive any rest, did you?

You know you deserve to be punished with ecstasy. Punishing you for how hard you make me throb while inside your body. Punishing you for how your moans and squeals make light up my fantasies. Punishing you for making me want to come so badly yet never wanting this situation to stop. Like a battle between our bodies, between how much pleasure you can take and how much I can give.

All the while, I see that look in your eyes that tells me everything I need to know.

‘More!’

It is not simply a want or merely a desire. It is absolutely a need. The need to feel you at your limit, to know that you are experiencing pleasure that your mind craves yet your body struggles to handle.

The need to feel your sensitive pussy clench as your delicate body succumbs to the inevitable. The need to hold you back and make sure you fully endure it, to prevent you from protecting your hypersensitive clitoris from what you truly crave. The need to feel you trying to make me stop, yet never actually trying to get away.

The necessity to never stop hearing you moan and scream in ecstasy, to feel you shudder and shake in overstimulation. A need, an addiction, an obsession with your pleasure.

I need it just as much as you do.

Every little moan makes it somehow even stiffer, harder. You wonder if she can feel every pulse and twitch the same way you feel every convulsion of her pussy as she comes so intensely once again. You forget how many times you’ve reached the edge, how often you’ve come so close, that silky, slippery, wet little entrance caressing every inch so tightly. All you know for certain is that you won’t stop. As long as she can scream, she’ll take it. Every time she says she can’t come anymore, the next orgasm proves otherwise, which makes every hard thrust and little squeal of pleasure that much sweeter.

Those minutes at the fastest and most intense. It isn’t about making myself come, it isn’t about making you come. The real drive is, just for a moment, to know and feel exactly what you are feeling right now. Every moan, every scream, feed off it then hunger for more. Just don’t stop while your pleasure becomes mine.

Decisions

The little gasps of pleasure that you imagine him eliciting from you. All those delicate touches, those firm grasps, those tender strokes, your fingers trying to replicate each and every one. Repeating each scene you want to linger on, holding yourself on the edge as you try to keep every thought of penetration held in slow motion. Keeping yourself held back and on the brink of orgasm is the closest you can get to feeling that aching desire right against your core, the kind that only the anticipation of sex itself can give. Those thoughts of him masturbating you, of going down on you to prepare your pussy for his length, to feel his cock pulsating within your grasp as he whispers what he’ll do to you. It all keeps building that deep longing for penetration.

You don’t let yourself come, not yet, not while you can still focus on thinking of just what your pussy would be making him feel. How you can imagine the same sensations coursing through every throbbing inch of his shaft. In your mind, he makes you come so many times, yet still, your fingertips ease back to prevent the first. His mouth, his cock, his fingers… which will you come for first? You want to wait until the last moment – until it’s too much for your body to handle — before you decide… or at least your body decides for you.

The eroticism of pleasure. How it formulates and changes. It begins as something to tease and tantalise you with, then becomes something to inflict upon you – pleasure: gentle and devastating all at once.

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Just keep teasing yourself, don’t lower yourself down any further. Just let that inch penetrate you, making you want so much more. I know you want nothing more than to take it all deep inside you, but you’ve got to wait and anticipate it until every inch of you screams out for it. After all, you must know how much I also want to feel that tight, soft wetness wrap around my entire length. Good girl, keep letting just the tip slip up and down. If only you could feel how much the rest of my cock is pulsing in anticipation of being inside you. I want you at that point where you know that you will come the moment you take every inch of me within you.

Get ready to thrust down on me…

Now… take it all.

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Test subject: 03

Halloween Dreams: Katie

Decisions

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