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Halloween Season: Long Night

Tonight is going to be a long, long night.

She had bought the house having been warned against the strange occurrences within, knowing that the man who had previously rented it spoke of strange whispers and had sensed other presences within. She, however, thought little of this foolishness. Though after living there for over a month, the rumours proved quite true.

She had been masturbating before it happened, thinking of being fucked hard and fast by different men, getting so close to climax at the thought of such intense penetration. When she was on the verge, however, she suddenly blacked out. It only felt like a second later that she awoke in the bed, yet now she was wearing some other attire, her body uncovered, her wrists restrained to the bed, helpless.

The sensation of being near climax still somehow tingled throughout her body, yet there was nothing she could do to relieve the desire. After a moment, the whispers began; whispers of pure sexual desire, of how erotic she looked, how much they wanted to fuck her. Suddenly a blindfold slipped over her eyes as she called out, begging the invisible entities to let her go – still, they merely whispered their desires.

Her fear began to give way to astonishment as the sensation of cool fingertips caressed her body, lightly tracing every inch. After an hour of this, her fear had been entirely replaced by pure need. The blindfold kept her constantly in a state of uncertainty, locked in her own imagination, while the non-stop light as a feather touches kept her aching for more.

Hours went by like this, being constantly touched and teased without relief. She begged, screamed, and cried out for more, yet still the presences that feasted on her arousal seemed content to let her writhe in anguish.

After many more hours, they began to focus on those most sensitive little areas; the sensation of fingertips, tongues and lips trailing over her nipples, the unbearable sensitivity of her soaking wet sex, and her aching, pulsating clitoris.

Having resigned herself to this cruel fate, she realises that nothing will stop them. Tonight will be a long night of constant teasing torture. Her only hope is that, by the end, they might let her have the orgasm she prays for.

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The Writer’s Pen (Audio Story)

Soundgasm

Hear the writer’s torment come to life in this erotic horror audio story.

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An audio collaboration with Minxy and Creativeintentaudio.

Original story below.

Post Halloween Blindfold

Tonight, she will experience nothing but hell. It would make absolutely sure of that…

After a very entertaining Halloween night, she had woken late in the afternoon, her hangover not nearly as bad as expected. Having hoped to have hooked up with someone, the trace of unfulfilled desire mixed with the idea to masturbate as a cure for her faint headache had meant for a powerful sexual cocktail. As she started playing, fantasizing about a man holding her down on the ground and masturbating her, she realised that there was a blindfold laid out amongst the remnants of last night’s outfit. Keen to further augment her fantasy of being dominated a little by her fantasy lover, she quickly put the blindfold on. The moment it went on, her fate for the rest of the day and night was sealed.

A sudden burst of indescribable need forced its way throughout her body, a longing that seemed impossible, a sexual torment far beyond the realm of mortal torture. Though what made it even more maddening was that, at that moment when every ounce of her very being wanted nothing more on earth than to masturbate herself into a frenzy, her hand would not respond – it was being controlled by something else.

It was no accident that this blindfold, a cursed item, had found its way to her. While she would never know how it came to be in her possession, whoever had placed it on her had known just how much torment would befall the recipient once they wore it.

The blindfold, as soon as it was put on, took all control away from the hands of the wearer. All she could do was writhe her hips and hope that control would return, while the entity within the blindfold maintained its direction over her fingertips. The true horror of the cursed item however, was something which would torment this girl beyond anything humanly possible: every time that a woman had been forced to be brought to the edge with the blindfold, that sensation had been stored within it, meaning that every time a new person wore it, they experienced the build-up of every moment prior. This girl was now being tortured with the feeling of hundreds of moments of being right on the edge of orgasm, all at the same time, coursing within her – the sensation of a thousand pinnacles of orgasm rushing through her at once, a hell beyond description. She could not scream. She could barely moan. It took all her effort to even breathe with the unfathomable, agonising pleasure tearing her body and mind apart. Though the cruellest of all was that even with this horrific need forced upon her, the entity would not masturbate her. Instead, it simply made her hand tease her sensitive pussy relentlessly.

For over an hour, it traced slow fingers, brushing and sweeping over and around her pussy and breasts, all over her body, never giving her what she needed, her streaming tears of desperation doing nothing to tide the cruel torment.

Her pussy juice flowed in a non-stop torrent, her body unable to comprehend the inferno of aching need, as if she had melted into a pool of indistinguishable pleasure. She would surely die from this kind of feeling, though it certainly would not let that happen. This vessel of female bliss was far too delightful. The fingers continued to trail idly along her sex. Once whatever controlled her hand finally began to masturbate her, she was met with another level of horror – it would not let her come. As much as it felt like she’d explode from it, as much as she felt that she’d die from the intensity of an orgasm from all of this inside, there was no release from the anguish. Her suffering would continue for hours, with her fingers relentlessly masturbating herself, every time she’d have normally climaxed, simply adding to the whirlwind of countless orgasms pent up within. In any other state of mind, she’d fear just how intense an orgasm from this would feel, though right now, all she feared was how long it would take until orgasmic release came. It would be a long time before she found out.

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Bathing in Pleasure

The moment she sank into the bath, the desire to masturbate herself that had lingered all day finally overcame her. The moment she closed her eyes and opened them, she found herself in a different place. Somehow there was no sense of fear or shock – a warm haze drifted over her – yet the sexual longing did not subside. Instead, it seemed to be amplified. While the water was still just as warm as her bath, she could not fully control her body, as if she were being held in place.

The moment she felt a mouth press between her thighs, she jumped and tried to look down to see who – or what – was there. It was then that she realised that even her head was being held back in the water. The water held her wrists, waist, ankles and head in place like liquid hands.

A Halloween Feast

You may try and capture their existence with cameras, but they will make their presence known far more intimately tonight. Hear the demonic whispers as on this Halloween night pleasure becomes your treat… and your nightmare. The feeling of cuffs on your wrists and hands holding you down as you sleep certainly aren’t just in your mind…

An audio/visual experiment, capturing Nova Gold taken hold by a supernatural entity on Halloween night.

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Halloween Feast Is Upon Us…

The Village Ritual

The flame of pleasure once again scorches through her, though again it is not enough. All she can do is grind up and down on the rock-hard member that continues to feed on her ecstasy. The demons needed her to continue, and they wouldn’t be satisfied until they had their fill.

Every year she had to perform the same ritual for the sake of her village. There was no telling what these beings would do if they were unleashed upon the village to search and satiate their appetite, so she did what she must every year – offer herself as the sacrifice to their lustful needs.

For the entire night, they use her body one after the other, caressing, groping and penetrating her, each year growing more accustomed to just what turns her on the most. Although she is used to it now, however, the first time was quite a shock, a level of torment that she had not expected. The demons fed solely off of her pleasure, therefore, every time she came, that orgasm was sapped from her into the beings. Not only was the orgasm taken from her in the sense of its energy, but also the very sensation itself, meaning that every time she came, only the first millisecond of it could be felt before it was stolen so cruelly from her. The first couple of years were torture – when she had originally submitted herself to be the martyr of the village – now she knew exactly what to expect, though it never made it any easier to withstand.

In order to build up enough sexual energy for it, she abstained from sex for most of the year, meaning she came very few times throughout the year, making it all the more difficult to endure this torment of being kept from experiencing a full orgasm. The demons, of course, seemed to enjoy this sense of torment, making sure she had little rest. There was no denying that it was a pleasure, unlike anything else, for her to be the very centre of such sexual energy, to have her own body being the object of their lust and very being. Even the minuscule bout of pleasure from the orgasm torn from her was enough to keep her wanting the next – if only they’d give her respite just once, to let her enjoy it just that one time.

Telepath C23P: The Interrogation

How will you cope as you try and withstand the cruel torments of The Facility? Try to hold out as the threat of teasing, edging, orgasm denial, and more await you.

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Summoned

She had never truly expected the spell to work, to summon a demon to do her bidding, though it seemed worth just at least trying it if there was a chance of being in possession of power that would make her life so much easier and richer. However, it was far too late to turn back once she realised that it wasn’t a mystical aide that she’d summoned, but a demon of lust.

Before she could even begin a plea for him to spare her, he had already gripped her and transported them instantly back to his kingdom.

“In my world, there is no time, I can keep you here for the human equivalent of 100 years and still summon you back to your world without a second having passed. I will only send you back once I have had my fill.”

The Writer’s Pen

“Good girl, don’t stop – keep rubbing that throbbing clit for me. I want to just jump through the monitor and torture you with my own fingertips.”

“Please!! It’s too much, I need to come… I neeeeeed to come. Fuck I can’t hold it!”

“Don’t you dare come or I’ll ruin your next 5 orgasms in a row.”

“Pleeeeeease!!!”

“Stop. Just circle it for 10 seconds. No, begging isn’t going to help. How badly do you need to come?”

“Oh God… fuck. OH GOD. More than… I can barely talk. More than anything. I’ve been desperate for days. I’m begging you to let me come. Please. My pussy can’t take it anymore.”

“Get close again. Just think of my mouth torturing you right now, my tongue slipping back and forth over your mound, flicking your twitching little clit until your hips are shaking.”

“PLEEEEASE! My hips are already shaking. I need to… I’m going to-“

“-Stop. Hands away. Good girl, I love seeing your hips rocking in need. If you travel and visit me, perhaps I’ll be able to give your pussy what it needs most. Just imagine me fingerfucking you hard right now while sucking your clit mercilessly.”

“Can I please touch it? Just the thought alone nearly has me on edge.”

“No… that’s enough. You’ll have to wait.”

“Oh no please please please. That’s too cruel. It’s been two weeks. I’m desperate. I just HAVE to come.”

“No. Not today. Suffer with need until we next can play. I have to continue writing more for today.”

“One day you’ll know just how it feels,” she growled in warning, though was met only by a cold laugh from the one who had brought so much pleasure along with so much frustration.

With that, the writer ended the webcam session, putting an end to any hope for her to receive the relief she desperately needed. Another follower, another victim, whom he had brought to a knife edge, left dancing in his web of cruel ecstasy.

You reap what you sow.