"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".
Observing the subject using regular vibrators on herself had shown that over-stimulation caused for the girl to stop 2.00 minutes post-orgasm. This device, referred to solely as the ‘Amplified Vibrator’ has proven effective in pushing the subject past previous points of over-stimulation. The device maintains a low vibration consistently without fault until the first orgasm is achieved, after each subsequent orgasm, the vibrations increase. Due to the increase in vibrations after each orgasm, which in turn leaves the subject’s sex in a more sensitive state, it is advised that all future test subjects will also need to be restrained to continue observation.
37.00 minutes of stimulation have proven to elicit responses which had previously not been experienced by the subject. The scanners show very high physiological effects with the continued use of the Amplifying Vibrator, though attempts to draw coherent responses from her have been useless, indicating that cognitive processes are focused solely on the sensations of the device. Any attempts by the examiner to communicate with the girl have been met with screams and pleas for the vibrator to be moved away. The agonised screams correlate with instances of extreme pleasure, which indicate that the vibrator continues circulating her orgasmic state; the device has been left pressed firmly against the subject’s vaginal opening and clitoris throughout.
Preliminary interviews show that subject 0095 rarely experienced an orgasm in her private life and gets too sensitive to have more than 1 orgasm during masturbation. So far 8 orgasms have been registered, with the vibrator increasing in intensity after each one without fault. The subject is registering a level of intense pleasure which she has never experienced before, causing for her to scream for it to stop.
Readings certify that orgasm no. 9 is nearing; I will continue the test to see if the highest intensity of the vibrator can be reached, therefore another 11 orgasms will be needed. The likelihood of this occurring before the subject loses consciousness is low. I request that further tests are carried out using this device.
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, 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.
“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.”
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.
They had learned many new incantations from the sex education classes, but this small group knew that there must be a genre of spells harvested from the dark arts to also try out… and so they were right.
The restricted area of the library was a treasure trove of wicked delights, though one book stood out, ‘The Darkest Arts – Sex Hexes Most Tormenting’. They were cautious at first, yet upon closer inspection they realised just what kind of spells they were dealing with. They wanted to see them in action; they’d only be able to master them with plenty of practice.