beggingforpermission:

You’ve been such a good girl this week, giving me great blow jobs every night and never once complaining about your needy cunt. As a reward I’m going to let you have 1000 strokes in your pussy with my cock, in the position of my choice. If you can make yourself cum, you’ve earned it.

Oh, I know you usually need clit stim to cum. I was only offering it as a “if you need it so badly and can cum without any clit stim at all, then you may.” A safety valve. I don’t expect you to cum tonight. But I do expect you to make each stroke count, make each one feel like the most amazing stroke you’ve had so far. Who knows when I will let you have this privilege again? Take advantage of the moment.

doctortease:

“And all the girls in this dorm have had a standard dose?”

“An average of 10 ppm in the drinking water, yes. It took eight days to build up to steady-state accumulation. There is some natural resistance—about three of them haven’t displayed any effects at all.”

“Three out of two hundred. Not bad.”

“We’ve sequestered them for further study. The rest of the subjects have… well, as you see, largely sequestered themselves.”

“Physical condition?”

“The fugue state only lasts about four hours at a stretch, so they seem to be able to take care of themselves. Eating, drinking, sleeping, all sufficient if a bit groggy. Then we play the trigger frequency and… this… begins again.”

“She’s really incapable of stopping, isn’t she?”

“And rather frustrated, from the evidence. We plan to verify when we can, but if they are capable of orgasm, it certainly doesn’t seem to satisfy them.”

“Have you seen any effects of… how do I put this… physical restraint?”

“Tie her hands, she’ll hump anything within reach, animate or otherwise. Bind her completely and… well… we think the effects are harmless, but I’ve never seen anyone quite so desperate. I think she would have agreed to just about anything to be touched.”

"Hmm.”

“Yes.”

“We may have to add a new protocol to the test. See what their behavior is like if they’re all, say, frogtied, and locked in a room together.”

“Noted. And do you still want to reserve the most promising two or three subjects for your personal tests at the lab?”

“Do you really have to ask?”

pleasuretorture:

Surely a reflection… a mirror image of your own quivering body, yet you know that it is yourself you are seeing, turning to the side and watching the footage on the screen as if watching a stranger writhing with need.

It is these short moments of rest that linger the most cruelly; you know by now that begging for them to give you what you need so badly will do nothing. You can merely turn and watch yourself from the angle of the recording, watching them zoom in and adjust the camera filming every moment of your blissful suffering. You have long since given up the struggle of pulling on the restraints to your wrists; all efforts are focused on the pulsating desire within you.

You had agreed so naively, thinking it would simply be a little erotic fun; agreed to be filmed, thinking it would simply be something arousing to masturbate to in future, seeing pleasure being focused on you more than you have been used to in your hectic schedule. Yet now that seems so long ago, never had you realised that this coursing pleasure would burn so deeply inside you, never dying down, simply simmering within.

From the moment your hands were tied above your head, it seemed as if it was their goal to tease you to madness; taking turns, they made sure there was always at least 3 pairs of hands touching you at all times. The way their fingertips, lips and tongues worked so slowly seemed to stimulate your body as if you had never been touched before in your life.

For 30 minutes they tormented you, yet not even touching your nipples or clitoris until the final minutes. All the while they whisper into your ears, telling you exactly what the cameras are showing, telling you just how delicate the movements of your body are as they started to brush and flicker over those most sensitive little peaks. In the last seconds they finally brought you to edge… then always left you alone, walking away behind the camera to leave you teetering cruelly on the pinnacle. One minute always passed, the camera picking up every display of uncontrollable longing, then another 30 minutes of relentless teasing… on and on until this point in time, where you feel as if your throbbing clitoris is the only thing in the room with a pulse.

They toy with you in unison, an orchestra of pleasure playing your body like an instrument, leaving you to watch yourself bucking your hips up and down with need, silently screaming for the climax. As you writhe in tortured pleasure, you think about what they had just whispered to you… that in one minute you should keep your eyes on the screen to watch yourself as a mouth finally sucks against your clitoris. A shiver runs through you at the thought.

 Any second now, a tongue will find the pulsating, agonising beauty of your tender cherry.

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