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 the 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 however 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.

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I want to play a game…

Welcome. I want to play a game.

For so long you have spent so many nights of your life scouring the internet for people to take control of your pleasure, to indulge you in your own fantasies to no avail. So long searching but never finding what you truly desired. Tonight, you have the opportunity to control your own dream.

The device you are strapped to can be controlled by your own voice, a powerful vibrator that can register how close you are to orgasm. Say ‘up’, and the machine will vibrate higher, say ‘down’ and it will turn down lower. The machine will automatically bring you to the edge of orgasm every 5 minutes and hold you there for 20 seconds. If you can hold yourself at a high level of arousal until the end, you will be released and you can leave. There will be no indication of how much time it will take or how long you have left. If you slow the machine down too low, or If you succumb to the need for orgasmic release, your orgasm will be cut short and the machine will begin a succession of ruined orgasms repeatedly. How many? That would be for you to find out.

Control you pleasure or let it consume you, make your choice…

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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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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. 

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Whether one of her subjects or one of her customers, Madame Fleurs slow, deliberate touches were always difficult to endure, though with her students she made sure they had to endure the most intensely erotic experience of their lives without faltering before she’d agree to take them under her wing. Her skills as a sensual, full body masseuse were highly sought, with many wishing to undertake her teachings, though few ever were able to endure the torturous entry test, to prove their mental and physical control by remaining still as possible throughout her lengthy massage demonstration. The way her hands cupped and caressed so delicately, knowing ever sensitive little spot to keep captive to her touch, it made it unbearable; an agonising pleasure that the masseuse knew how to manipulate and prolong as if time itself was under her command.  While her customers were always granted the release they came to her for within the hour, her potential students were never granted such mercy. For nearly 2 hours they would always be kept teetering on that maddening brink. If they could last without begging for an orgasm or shifting position, she’d take them on as her apprentices, teaching the tantalising techniques of her erotic massages. Under her control, every second can feel like an hour.

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To say she was suffering would be quite the understatement. Having agreed to participate in the drug trial which promised to net her a tidy little sum of money for what seemed to be quite an erotic experience, she had no idea that it would become this torturous. 

While she fully understood that a drug would be administered to entirely debilitate her, rendering her unable to move, she did not expect this level of stimulation. When they had told her that they wanted to test her levels of sexual response while under the drug, she thought they’d meant some light touching and fondling for a few minutes; now that she’d been here for over an hour, she realised just how wrong she was.

Trapped within the near motionless prison that was her own body, she was only able to moan; no matter how much she tried, she could not scream out and beg for them to stop torturing her pussy with stimulation. Repeatedly the woman in charge of administering the stimulation finger-fucked her dripping wet opening and massaged her pulsating clitoris without relenting for even a moment. It hadn’t taken long for the tormented girl to realise that the drug not only inhibited any motion, it also prevented her from being able to climax. The rushing tide of orgasm seemed to ceaselessly push against the barriers of her sexual need for release to no avail, just constantly building without respite, making her body and mind feel ready to explode, unable to cope nor control it. 

The test would be over once the drug wore off, which would be when her orgasm could finally tear free from the shackles of her drug-induced denial. It would be an orgasm that, once it arrived, would be enough to make her pass out, though sadly for her, it would be nearly another hour of tortured longing before such wonderful, much needed release.

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“How is it that the girls give in so easily?”

“Well, the denial we put them through makes them want it so badly, having an orgasm is all that is on their minds.”

“I still can’t imagine just not coming for a while would make someone that desperate enough to give up the chance to walk away with a grand in cash.”

“Trust me, being denied so many times really does work, especially when we promise to let them come after and not stop even after their first orgasm.”

“Hmmm, they must just be weak willed.”

“How about we put you through what they experience and see how well you cope.”

She later regretted doubting the effects such need could have…

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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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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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