"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."
“Forced orgasms” was all she had written, and it was what she’d receive. Once the haunted house had stolen Lily’s companions from her, she welcomed the presence of the strangers around her, all cloaked in black and leading her to the room. It was foreboding to see the mattress at the centre of the sinister-looking room, though she was thankful that it was warm and rather comfortable once they laid her down on it. She had resigned herself to the fate ahead as they restrained her to it and placed the ball gag in her mouth.
“You will scream,” whispered one of the figures as the other left. At that, he removed the cloak and looked upon her body with a hunger in his eyes. She shied away from his gaze before he knelt beside her and began his exploration of her pleasure.
ToysMultiple-Orgasms Bondage. Stephanie couldn’t decide what fantasy turned her on the most, the waiver form showing clearly that she had many desires on her mind. The Haunted House did not want to deny her any satisfaction.
When Stephanie and the remaining companions entered a room full of smoke, they all started to become drowsy.
“We need to get out of here,” yelled one of her friends.
As they all began to sprint through the room, a case of the blind following the blind as they aimlessly pressed onward, Stephanie became sluggish and fell behind, succumbing the most to the effects of the smoke, which seemed to possess the quality of sleeping gas. Once the rest of the group exited the room, only just about making it out before giving in to unconsciousness, they realised Stephanie was gone. They did not dare venture back, leaving the sleeping girl to whatever fate the haunted house had in store for her.
An orgasm doll, locked in a state of never ending ecstasy. You can try to twist and pull away, but you will always go back to doing the only thing you can do… scream.
She loves the way the little spasms in your stomach seem to follow the slight touches of her tongue. When she repeats this little pattern over and over again, you realise that she is going to take her time with you no matter how much your pussy is dripping with anticipation. It is so rare that she gets you in such a position as this, with you completely at her mercy; this is a situation to savour. You can rock your hips and moan sweetly as much as you want. Nothing will rush her.
She made me promise not to join in. To be honest, simply being able to watch and film this is privilege enough. Yet still, she told me not to interrupt, particularly when you are screaming out with the need to come. I can see the way she loves it when your hips start to rotate as she brings you close to orgasm. I didn’t expect her to stop so abruptly, just as you were about to come, yet there is something so intoxicating about seeing her go through the cycle again and again.
It certainly is getting harder to do nothing and just watch you being teased like this. Still, I carry on filming, realising why she said we’d need a lot of space on the camera’s SD card… she really is taking her time with you.
I remember when we were out in public, and you whispered to me in that sultry little voice of yours, “If I wanted you to give me 25 orgasms right now, what would you do?” I didn’t answer, I just looked at you, and I know that even now, you haven’t forgotten that wicked, devilish smile and intense look I gave you.
It didn’t take long for me to get the chance to show you just what I would do, the chance to get you alone here, to tape you up in just the way that makes you tingle inside.
How did it feel to have that first orgasm denied? To think you were going to feel the first of 25 orgasms in an instant hit you hard, only to feel the vibrator pull away. However it felt, I could certainly hear the anguish in every moan for me to give it to you, pleading with me to stop teasing you once I had done it a further 10 times. After denying you of 25 orgasms in succession, it was clear that you never expected to be put in this kind of state, in such desperate need for the orgasms you had whispered for. I was consistent; not only did I deny every single orgasm right at the final moment, but I also made you beg for it after every single one.
Now I am going to use this vibrator on its highest setting and not move it away from you. I am going to make you come 25 times in a row, just like how you wanted. The thing is, I’m not going to give you any rest. This vibrator isn’t going to move away from your pussy for a second.
Now… this blindfold can stay on, just so you can focus even more on these powerful vibrations, concentrating on that delicate little part of your body. Every single time you tell me that it is too intense, that you want me to stop, I am going to remind you that you begged me for every single one.
Yes, I can hear you… but you begged me to give them to you, remember? Every. Single. Orgasm.
To be forced to orgasm beyond her limits, a concept that she could not have comprehended, would become a reality, yet when she laid eyes on the website listing the services available, she wanted to jump into the experience with both feet.
Now she realised how naïve she had been not to tread cautiously, having envisioned simply a night of erotic stimulation and the constant stream of orgasms, the reality had surfaced; she was being engulfed in pleasure so intense it was torturing her beyond comprehension.
Unending and unwavering, trapped in a prison of ecstasy.
As expected, once she arrived at the hotel room she had chosen to carry out the session in, she was stripped and restrained instantly. Even as the ball gag was put in place to stop her screams from resounding throughout the hotel, all she could think about was the orgasms in store. It was only when the vibrator was strapped to her that she realised this could be more intense than expected; the way it clasped so tightly to her already wet pussy made her tingle at the thought of not being able to escape the vibrations.
As she had requested, the man who tied her did not interact with her. He simply made sure she was secured and helpless to stop the vibrator from working her body relentlessly. It was only after the first orgasm hit her hard and suddenly that she realised just how much of an effect having such unyielding vibrations against her post-orgasmic clitoris truly would be. Having thought that the sensations would rise and fall again and again, this was a shock; to feel the vibrations drill through her clitoris was too much to handle. Each climax afterwards seemed to hit harder than the last, no matter how much she tried to scream out and pull on the restraints, nothing would give in. Orgasm after orgasm torn from her body without mercy, this was what it was to truly be forced to orgasm.
This was the joyous torment that she had long fantasised about, never expecting it to become a reality, yet if she knew it would feel like this, never would she have selected the service to last for a full hour.
Naked, defenceless, teased to a frenzy… succumb to the sweet surrender.
At first, you’ll take it. You’ll relent to the desire erupting from your sex right now. Every trail of thought had led to this moment, your hips rising as you are carried off into a wave of intoxicating bliss. Overcome by pleasure as if being lost in a dream.
Suddenly you will be ripped back into the world once more, his world, when you feel that burning sensitivity quiver beneath his tongue, within his mouth. Your body tries to fight it, to repel the addictive, cascading torture being heaped upon it, but your mind knows it is useless; you are his. The shackles deny you the mildest chance to protect your throbbing pussy. The torment you feel now is nothing compared to the knowledge that you are helpless, defenceless to stop the unrelenting feast of your epicentre for as long as your consciousness can withstand.
You give in to the torrent of pleasure that floods through you; you are nothing more than his orgasm doll. Every twitch, every shudder, every convulsion of pleasure drives you deeper into the realms of wonderful agony that you are buried in.
You won’t break the cuffs. You won’t crawl away. You won’t be given a rest.
“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, succumbing 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.
“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.”
