Star Of The Show

You could have been cautious, though perhaps you wouldn’t have done a single thing differently.

For the first few days in college, you kept to yourself as you always had. Buried in your books as if raising your head would necessitate the need to interact with the world outside of them; a safe haven from the complications and discomfort that interactions can bring. It wasn’t that you didn’t occasionally look fondly at the relationships of others around you, it’s just that the fear of the unknown wouldn’t allow you to traverse outside the safe haven of your solitude. 

‘The shy girl,’ that’s how Julia first referenced you. Few terms could make you withdraw further than being directly labelled as shy, yet the more Julia spoke to you throughout your first week in college, the more that you realised this person, who you deemed  ‘the cool girl’, wanted to befriend you. It took a little while to coax you out of your shell a little more, yet the prospect of not just making a friend, but befriending one of the most popular people in college, allowed you to feel more accepted. 

Often in the past you’d looked on, wanting to not just win people over but also be admired, yet too afraid of any imagined repercussions and confrontations to commit yourself and push past your fears of rejection. Yet here you were, the first couple of weeks of college and already friends with THE Julia. 

You had known before when people’s eyes were lingering on you, since Julia befriended you, her remarks on how attractive you are helped you not only appreciate the gazes but also meet them head on. While you weren’t quite ready to actively hang around with Julia’s clique, you couldn’t deny that the thought of being amongst the popular group was enticing. Being around Julia had helped you realise that your interests and hobbies weren’t a cause to be the outsider – she shared many of the same likings. In fact, she admired your love of reading, writing and photography. For once your pastimes weren’t making you feel like the outsider. 

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As of writing, the victim is still being treated and is in an exhausted state. So far however, she has not been able to provide us with anything other than what we know from the gang’s own CCTV footage taken from their hideout.

The footage shows that they tormented the captive with a powerful vibrator in order to find out the whereabouts of one of their members who had gone missing. The fact that this victim has had, nor ever had, any knowledge or involvement with the gang or the ex-member in question suggests that they are unhinged and deluded. It is clear she knew nothing however they continued to press her further for information, meaning they are as sadistic as they are elusive.

No physical harm at all was dealt to the victim, though the onslaught of multiple forced orgasms which were used to torture her brutally and relentlessly means that the public needs to be notified of this threat before they can act again on another random target.

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Test subject 0106

Test subject 0106:            

Test subject remains in a desperate need to climax following the administration of the DimensionStop drug. Due to her extreme reactions, I advise that the subject be restrained immediately following the study and monitored so that she does not cause any harm to herself through over-stimulation from intense masturbation. The subject had complied with the requests to not masturbate at all for the last 7 days; this coupled with the drug has caused for her to now be completely oblivious to all verbal tasks, direct conversation and feedback now that the study is in its 3rd hour. Her only focus is the need for climactic release.

It appears that aside from solely inhibiting orgasm, the effects of the drug also cause for a constant increase in the level of pleasure which the recipient is exposed to. Readings show that the subject’s levels of arousal have constantly increased while the vibrators stimulating her breasts and vaginal region have been kept in place, rather than simply plateauing after the first hour, which had previously been the case. The researcher administering the stimulation has been told to apply more force with the vibrators yet the subject still has not experienced any level of over-stimulation: this suggests that her need for orgasm has overridden the typical responses to being overstimulated.

While normally very cooperative in research, for the last 60 minutes test subject 0106 has continued to beg and scream for the test to stop and be granted the mercy of climax, all while constantly trying to move her body in a manner to apply greater pressure on her clitoral region in an attempt to elicit an orgasm. I propose that the subject be denied orgasmic release for another day, with testing to continue again tomorrow, with the aim to continue daily to examine how long the effects of the drug can be replicated. I suggest therefore that only after another week of testing shall the test subject be taken off the drug and be allowed to orgasm, needless to say that the orgasm she shall experience will be of an extreme intensity.

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“You know why I’m here… If you want to truly be one of us,you’ve got to know who is in charge.”

The team leader had planned to pay a visit to this rookie cheerleader’s apartment for some time. Now that she had her all to herself, she was going to take her time playing with her prey. The newcomer was certainly talented during rehearsals, though to truly test her, there was only one way to be sure that she’d be the right pick for the team.

“Complete control of your body is of uttermost importance in our world, I’m going to test your control out for myself. No matter what I do you are going to remain perfectly still. Fail and I’ll know you aren’t cut out for it.”

The first ten minutes wasn’t so bad, with the team leader kissing her and fondling her; she knew to expect this, having been told that she often preyed on the newer members in the most obscene of ways. It was when her pussy became the target that she began to struggle to keep her legs and body from moving involuntarily. As if sensing the difficulty, the older, much more experienced girl bound the girl’s wrists together and slid a blindfold over her.

“Don’t you dare move or say a word.”

The next 45 minutes was a tormenting exercise in self-control as the girl’s body was slowly teased by such cruel, calculating fingertips, before her pussy was cruelly tantalised by such faint, delicate strokes of a devious tongue. It took all of her effort and will-power not to thrust her hips up, though somehow, even as her whole body burned with need, she maintained her composure.

Only during the last 5 minutes of the seemingly never ending hour did her pussy get much more direct attention. The feeling of those lips pressing around her clitoris, feeling it being sucked and rolled around under that expert tongue nearly made her cry out, though she managed to only let out a gasp of pleasure. While her heavy breathing and occasional high pitched moan from the back of her throat worried her, she could barely think of the fact that failure may mean being kicked out of the cheerleading team, all that was on her mind was of the hungry mouth enveloping her dripping wet sex. The fact that it did not stop however made her feel in the back of her mind that the little sounds being made were not an issue. It was when the heat of orgasm reared its head however that she gave in.

She had been so quiet, though as that red hot climax burned through her, a gasp of unconstrained ecstasy escaped her lips. She came hard just as the woman stopped. Her orgasm seemed held in limbo, needing that mouth to return as her body convulsed, though she was left without any more contact. She wanted to scream out for her to not stop, but stopped short of doing it. The team leader simply watched as the girl was overcome by the contrasting agony of climax and unfulfilled pleasure. Once the ruined orgasm receded, the girl breathed heavily and remained still and silent, curious as to what the verdict would be.

“Well done, you controlled yourself well, and didn’t say a word even when I ruined your orgasm. Welcome to the team.”

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The Club

She had been to this sex club many times before, if nothing more than to simply watch and enjoy the spectacle throughout the rooms; when she heard of the forced orgasm play room however, she thought that she’d have to finally get involved. She’d always wanted to experience the thrill of being made to come beyond her control, yet when her wrists were securely strapped she began to wonder how much she’d be able to take. She was happy to let anyone have a turn using the toys on her, so long as her lingerie was kept on. Once she felt the immense vibration of the wand vibrator however, she felt entirely naked, the powerful buzzing against her pussy made it feel as if there was nothing between the vibrator and her delicate skin.

With the combination of such excitement from taking part and the intense new feelings that the toy was bringing her, the first orgasm took little time to hit her – and hit her hard it did. Her breath was taken away in an instant as her climax wracked her body, only the chains could hold her up as her legs gave way, the vibrator and its handler not giving any respite. The second and third orgasm shook her to the very core, so unrelenting and penetrating was this vibration to her sex that it almost scared her how much of an effect it was having. Still it did not stop.

No matter how much she tried to close her legs, they would not stop using the vibrator on her. No matter how much she looked at them in a pleading way, begging with them that she couldn’t orgasm any more, they still continued to make her come. Only after her clitoris became numb with over-sensitivity and her pussy lips were swollen red were the cuffs on her wrists removed.

Once carefully taken down she was led to a chair to rest, yet little did she know that it was not over yet. While collecting herself and regaining her breath and composure, they began restraining her to the chair. While she could have easily told them that she had reached her limit, somehow the words wouldn’t come out; she wanted to see where this would take her. While in her mind she was curious as to whether she could come again, her body was not ready for it; the vibrator pressed to her overstimulated pussy and made every muscle in her body clench. Screaming, she tried all she could to get away from the stimulation but it did no good. After fighting to swivel her hips and close her thighs to the torrent of torturous pleasure, she gave in and said she was finished. While it stopped, the man now in control of the wand spoke.

“Okay… just one more orgasm and then we can untie you.”

Screaming, writhing and almost in tears of pleasure, that was the most intense, rewarding orgasm she would ever have.

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Within Your Mind

Free within the confines of your mind, you can surrender yourself to your fantasies. You tease yourself to the thought of letting your lust overcome you, unconfined to thoughts of fear, doubt and security; sex is all there is.

The electric surges of pleasure flow throughout you as your body slowly succumbs to the scenarios your mind creates. The more your sex convulses to the touch of your fingertips against those soft petals of flesh, the more your imagination wanders further, deeper. Even as the pleasure builds to something more, you try to control it and hold it back, not allowing yourself the release you will soon truly crave. Hips swaying as you imagine stripping for a stranger, ready to ride that hardness your feel between your thighs, unleashing your animalistic desires, you are only just getting started…

Letting your imagination take you further than reality ever could, you fight back that need to let your fingers sink inside yourself. You relish in the thought of being put under another’s control, to be teased and tormented mercilessly.

Your hips rock as the images flash through your mind, being tied and helpless, ensnared by another woman. Her tongue torments you while you can do nothing but strain against the bondage, restrained for her desires, blindfolded to feel even more helpless while she feasts on your pussy. The slow trickle of your fingers mimic the motion of her cruel tongue, keeping you dangling on the knife edge of pleasure. No matter how much your body screams out for the mercy of an orgasm, you will wait; your fantasies have so much more in store…

Your fingers torment your delicacy at the whim of your imagination, never letting you give way to the orgasm you so desire. He returns to add to your torment, that stranger, that embodiment of male physicality, a hunger for your soft, tender, sensitive body. You feel her spread your pussy for his pulsating length, your body tensing in both your mind’s eye and in reality. Your fingers act out the cruel teasing, slipping part in and out, the tip of his cock penetrating you then pulling out just as your pussy lips quiver for more, your tight hole convulsing for the shaft that is not there. You wonder why you don’t allow yourself the release: the way your body shudders repeatedly on the brink, yearning for that sweet orgasmic eruption, yet still something within you keeps you locked within the confines of pleasure torture.

Over and over you slide in and out, feeling his cock tease you, feeling it slick with your own juices as it slips effortlessly back inside once again. You want to come so much you scream, the feeling of him thrusting in and out a few times is alone enough to nearly send you over the edge, yet still you stop yourself as his stiffness slips from within you once more.

Once you can no longer take the feeling of welling pleasure, fit to burst, you masturbate hard and fast, his cock drilling you intensely while your female captor sucks on your nipple. Having wordlessly tormented you, brought you to the edge repeatedly until your pussy was almost painful from engorged need, they give you what you want, to be fucked relentlessly. Suddenly it happens, all thoughts and images vanish, and the blank white wall of orgasm overcomes you, as if every halted climax has built up to this one moment at once.

You come, hard.

Even when it’s too much to take, when you feel as if you couldn’t possibly make yourself come any more, your fantasies continue to take hold, to push you further. However much your fingers torment your clitoris, it won’t compare to just what that tongue could do to you. You will force yourself to orgasm for as long as that cock and that mouth would force you to endure.

Within the confines of your mind, you are free to trap yourself in pleasure. Let ecstasy take hold, it will never let go.

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Your fingers torment your delicacy at the whim of your imagination, never letting you give way to the orgasm you so desire. He returns to add to your torment, that stranger, that embodiment of male physicality, a hunger for your soft, tender, sensitive body. You feel her spread your pussy for his pulsating length, your body tensing in both your mind’s eye and in reality. Your fingers act out the cruel teasing, slipping part in and out, the tip of his cock penetrating you then pulling out just as your pussy lips quiver for more, your tight hole convulsing for the shaft that is not there. You wonder why you don’t allow yourself the release: the way your body shudders repeatedly on the brink, yearning for that sweet orgasmic eruption, yet still something within you keeps you locked within the confines of pleasure torture.

Over and over you slide in and out, feeling his cock tease you, feeling it slick with your own juices as it slips effortlessly back inside once again. You want to come so much you scream, the feeling of him thrusting in and out a few times is alone enough to nearly send you over the edge, yet still you stop yourself as his stiffness slips from within you once more.

Once you can no longer take the feeling of welling pleasure, fit to burst, you masturbate hard and fast, his cock drilling you intensely while your female captor sucks on your nipple. Having wordlessly tormented you, brought you to the edge repeatedly until your pussy was almost painful from engorged need, they give you what you want, to be fucked relentlessly. Suddenly it happens, all thoughts and images vanish, and the blank white wall of orgasm overcomes you, as if every halted climax has built up to this one moment at once.

You come, hard.

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Letting your imagination take you further than reality ever could, you fight back that need to let your fingers sink inside yourself. You relish in the thought of being put under another’s control, to be teased and tormented mercilessly.

Your hips rock as the images flash through your mind, being tied and helpless, ensnared by another woman. Her tongue torments you while you can do nothing but strain against the bondage, restrained for her desires, blindfolded to feel even more helpless while she feasts on your pussy. The slow trickle of your fingers mimic the motion of her cruel tongue, keeping you dangling on the knife edge of pleasure. No matter how much your body screams out for the mercy of an orgasm, you will wait; your fantasies have so much more in store…

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