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Test subject: 102

Following 40 minutes of high-intensity stimulation from the self-regulating vibrator, the subject remains unable to orgasm, indicating that the strength of the orgasm-blocking pill (herein referred to as Climex12) is more potent than expected. 

While the subject had previously experienced the effect of Climex12 during a study into its impact on masturbation, she had further requested to administer the automated wand to herself during this study. Due to the intent of use for Climex12, having the subject be in control would not only not allow for the highest intensity of readings to be performed, but it would also lack ecological validity. 

A ball gag had to be applied due to excessive screaming and begging; this should be noted due to previous studies with subject 102, which have shown that she is relatively quiet throughout experiments. This may further indicate the potency of Climex12 when used with the self-regulating vibrator. Readings show that the vibrator is now at its highest level of stimulation. The combination of this wand, designed solely to regulate and pinpoint the precise levels for generating maximal pleasure and administering intense orgasms, along with Climex12, is causing a heightened state of anguish. 

While the precise length of time for Climex12 to wear off and allow the vibrator to induce climax is unknown for this higher level dose, past experiments estimated a maximum time of 90 minutes. Judging from the subject’s responses, she is currently trapped on the verge of orgasm and being held there. I hypothesise that this intensity level will cause Climex12 to weaken and the vibrator to induce orgasm before the 90-minute duration. Currently, however, Test subject 102 has been held at that point for the last 22 minutes and still shows no sign of the drug wavering. I will continue the examination. 

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“Oh, you thought that was it, that it was going to stop just because you passed out?”

Forced orgasms were all she’d written, all she’d requested. She’d come to wish that she’d added a stipulation for it to stop. Yet there would be no escape. Even her own screams and pleas were not granted the freedom to escape her lips. The only thing that would escape her were the hopes of any mercy. She would simply come, and come, and come again. 

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Haunted House (Lily)

“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. 

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The Service

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.

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“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.

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