PleasureTorture

  "When you are pulling against the restraints... when your back is arched and your hips are writhing... when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture... you will know that my work has begun." 

[johneroserotica]

Just imagine your pleasure in my hands. Now, I want you down to just your panties, the last line of fabric protecting that delicate sex.

Trail your hands straight from your shoulders in towards your neck.

Just feeling how soft your skin is.

Sliding your fingers up your neck, towards your chin.

Then back down.

Down between your breasts, just travelling your fingers along your cleavage down your body.

Towards the hem of your lingerie.

Just let your fingers trace along the waistline.

Then down towards your thighs.

Just caress your thighs, stroking your fingers up and down.

Think of my fingertips stroking along your body.

Now back, up your stomach, towards your chest.

Stroke along your cleavage.

Let your hands just brush along the inside of your breast. 

Now, slide your hands in circles around your chest, right around your breast.

Nice, slow circles.

Make the circles smaller and smaller, tracing your fingers over your skin.

Slowly hone in towards your nipples.

Nice, slow circles getting smaller and smaller. Until finally, you are just circling your fingertips around your nipples.

Stop.

Now slide your fingers again down to your cleavage, down your tummy, down towards that sensitive little slope.

Just feeling every delicate, gorgeous curve of your femininity.

Caress your body.

Now, focus on your chest once again, caressing your breasts, but avoiding those nipples.

Gently circle them now.

Good. So close.

Now, with the tips of your fingers, slide down over the very tips of your nipples. Barely touching.

Now back to circling.

Good girl. keep circling. Just think of my slow, soft tongue teasing you there. Feeling how stiff they are, ready to clench my teeth gently around them. My lips pressing to them.

Now, back to sweeping the tips of your fingers over them.

With your thumb and finger, ever so gently, just wrap them about your nipples as if you’re about to pinch them.

Apply only the slightest pressure.

Gently roll them between your thumb and finger. Barely touching. So frustrating, isn’t it? Wanting to pinch them so much.

Now caress your breasts harder. Fondle them while you feel your nipples pressing against your palms.

I know you want so much more attention.

Imagine someone behind you, those arms wrapping around and caressing you, squeezing your chest firmly.

Slide your hands down your body.

Let your hands travel over your thighs again. As you caress your thighs, stroking up and down, let your thumbs just brush along the fabric of your panties

Now slide your hands back up, sliding across your chest and then back down.

Now just stroke your finger over your panties, feeling the softness of your mound.

Let one finger slip underneath your panties, slowly down over your sex.

Feel how soft and inviting it is.

Apply a little pressure against that little opening.

Not too much. Just how much do you want your finger to sink inside?

And now back up, back up to your chest

Circle your nipples.

Now just sweep the tips of your fingers over the tips of your nipple.

Keep going.

Now remove your panties. Take them off and expose yourself. Naked before me, every inch of your body, mine to torment, to torture with pleasure.

Now, slide one hand down between your legs.

Just let your palm rest on your sex.

Feel the heat of that little place.

I want you to expose that little clitoris.

Circle it for me.

Keep it nice and exposed, and circle your fingertip around it. As close as you can get without touching. Just think of a soft tongue tracing circles around it, ready to lash against it. Knowing that I have already told you that I’m not going to stop, no matter how much you come and beg, that it is too much.

Slip a fingertip over it five times.

Now back to circling.

Imagine it being sucked. Feeling it trapped within my lips as my tongue lashes against it relentlessly.

Stroke it 5 times.

Good girl, back to circling.

Now just slide your finger down your pussy, down to your entrance and just let it sink slowly inside.

Feel that warmth, that wetness, but keep it still… just holding it within.

Now, masturbate yourself as your desire, get yourself right to the edge.

You’re not going to come until I let you, and then you won’t stop until I command it.

Keep going. Keep going.

Don’t stop. Closer. Closer.

Get right to the edge.

 Stop.

feel the heat emanating from your sex, radiating through your body. 

Again, right now.

Don’t you dare stop. Think of tongues trapping little clit,  working you to the edge relentlessly. Mouths wanting to feast on every tender morsel. 

Don’t stop even if you get to the edge – hold it for me.

Take it… Ride that edge and do not dare come.

Stop.

Back to circling, nice slow circle around your tender clitoris. Think to yourself how the harder I get, the wetter and softer you get.

Masturbate yourself for me again. As fast as you can.

You are going to hold it. Don’t you dare come. Hold yourself on the edge as long as possible.

Hold it.

Imagine me strapping you down, sucking your pussy ferociously. Imagining the intensity of my desire to fuck you.

Stop

Now, pinch your nipples hard. Pinch and tweak them between your fingers. caress your breasts as you pitch.

Let go. Slide your hand back down.

Make sure you keep your body as still as possible, as if you are strapped down, your legs spread. Imagine yourself completely helpless. Try not to move at all.

Now, circle your clitoris once again.

I know you want to come, but I’m not going to let you, not yet.

Get yourself to the edge once again.

You’d better get ready to come…

Stop… back to circling your clit.

Gorgeous.

Slide your finger down your sex, down to your entrance. Just seek your finger just at the entrance, so close to slipping inside.

Imagine just the slightest bit of penetration as it sinks in barely… and back out. Slowly again, just sliding in… and back out. Slowly, all the way inside.

Just hold it fully inside.

Feel your sex clenching on it.

Keep it there while you imagine my finger inside you, whispering to you exactly what I’m feeling, pussy contract. Telling you that this very second, I can feel it squeezing around my finger, telling you how I could think of my hard length having it quiver around me like this.

Now masturbate yourself for me.

Keep working your finger inside, thinking of fucking yourself for me. I want you to edge by fingering yourself. Keep going, you’re not going to come. You’re going to get on the edge for me. Get right on the edge. Imagine my palm slapping against you while I fingerfucked you hard.

Stop. Slide all the way out.

Slide it back inside again.

Work it hard. Think to yourself about being stripped down and mercilessly fucked, your pussy juices trailing down those fingers, down that cock, down that mouth as it sucks you hard. Keep going. Hold it. Don’t you dare stop. Hold it. 

Stop. Now. Keep your finger inside.

Don’t you dare move it.

Keep it inside.

Work yourself to the edge once again.

Keep it going. I want to get you so close to the edge that you can feel your sex contracting.

Hold it. That pussy is so swollen and dripping for me.

Just imagine how it feels for every inch of my shaft buried inside. Feeling those contractions around it.

Stop, give your nipples a pinch, and grope your chest just as you desire.

Now, with your thumb and finger, just take your clitoris between them as if you’re about to pinch it, but just roll it between them. So slowly and gently, that tiny little sensitivity at my mercy.

Now work yourself to the edge however you desire.

I know you want to come so bad.

Stop.

Again, now.

Keep going, no rest in between.

Feel how sensitive your body is. Every inch of you is on fire.

Again, now

Imagine being pinned down, not being able to stop the constant stimulation of that sensitive clit. Hearing the sounds of your own desperation merging with the sounds of me sucking on that little spot.

Come for me now… 

Do not stop, no matter how intense the sensation becomes. Climax for me, and keep your fingers working.

Stop only when it becomes too much to possibly handle.

Just let your palms rest on your thighs.

Just relaxing, breathe deeply.

Just let one finger slide up your thigh.

Just let it press gently and steadily against your clitoris. Without moving, completely still.

Just the slightest movement now… very slowly shudder your finger from left to right. Very, very gently. Such a slight movement that you can barely see the motion.

As if your finger is vibrating barely.

And just slowly build it up. As if you are turning your finger into a little vibrator, keeping it right on that little spot.

Keep it just building slowly

Slowly get a little faster and press a little harder. Keep it vibrating against it. Feel it building inside. The heat rising, feel it inside you now… I know you’re closer, keep it going. Faster, faster, faster.

Get ready.

Let your body arch, your hips rising. Keep it going. Keep it going, concentrated on that little spot.

Come hard for me.

You can take it…

Keep going.

That’s it.

Now just just slow down.

Move your finger away.

Let your palms just rest on your legs.

Just nice deep breaths.

Nice and slow. Your gorgeous chest rising and falling. Feel so calm, so at peace. The pleasure washing over you. Knowing that next time, I’m not going to take it easy on you.

[elizamidnight]

Oh...please master...I'm sorry! Just let me cum~ I need it so much!

I'm sorry I teased you so much~ Please...I need it~

It tickles...it aches...please master...please let me cum!!

[cherryyyyyyangel]

Oh god, do that to me for hours. PLEASE

[johneroserotica]

No matter how many times it happens, it's always a thrill seeing content I've created circulating. I always love it when my work is shared :)

[johneroserotica]

Test Subject (transcription)

Transcription from the audio tease 'Test Subject' Test Subject

You are going to strip naked. You are going to lie down on that bed, on your back, your arms and legs spread wide, imagining them tied in that position. For now, you are our test subject, ours to tease and torment until you are crying and screaming in need. Your body is our experiment.

As you lie back and imagine being strapped down on that table, feeling us around you, before the darkness of the blindfold covers your eyes, you look up and see the machines above you, all registering every single sensation coursing through you. Registering the signals your body gives us to let us know that you’re right on the edge. There’s no escape.

Now let your fingertips just glide down your cleavage, along your stomach, just stroke up and down as you feel our fingertips gently explore the curves of your body.

Just feeling your form and stature, tantalising every little curve of your fine, adoring the softness of your skin, the warmth of you. Paying attention to your cleavage, you can almost tell that we can feel the quickening beat of your heart. Feeling the rise and fall of your chest as you know it’s begun, and you know it won’t stop.

Feel our fingertips trace along your shoulders, up your neck and down, teasing around your body, all the way down your sides, along your waist, around your hips, along your thighs, feeling palms pressing to your inner thighs, fingertips cradling just around your sex but never touching it, not yet.

Just tease around that little area and back up your body, countless hands, countless fingertips, losing track of the sensations until they all become one. Keep those fingers pressing on you, teasing up to your chest. Circle slowly around your chest, knowing all those fingers want to push against your sensitive spots, want to grope and tweak you.

But you know we’re not going to give in to those urges. You are our experiment, and we’re going to take as long as we need with you to see just how far you can be pushed. Slowly tracing around your chest. Circle slowly around, closing in towards your nipples.

Circle around your nipples. And now, back further away, the circle’s getting larger until again you’re just circling around your chest. Just keep those palms sliding up and down again along your body, down to that little bump, the curve of your mound, but back up, not allowing those touches to get too intimate. Slow trails of fingertips caressing you, painting a picture across your body, a picture of pure desire, wanting to grasp you, to penetrate you, to feel you, to explore your pleasure, but that will come later.

The faint, dim glow of machines above you, the screens registering you. You can hear them working, knowing they can sense every feeling you have. And we can sense easily just what you want. We can feel the slow rocking of your hips, the rise and fall of your chest, the twitch of your body as you beg us wordlessly for more.

Keep stroking up and down, massaging yourself, feeling us caress every inch of you, knowing that soon you’ll be straining against the restraints, that you’ll be pulling and writhing, twisting and turning with all your might. Soon you’ll be screaming, but not yet. Let your palms just pass over your chest to feel your nipples just rise along those palms, and now circle them. Slow circles.

Thinking of all the things we can do to you, the instruments we could use on you, preferring though to just feel your skin with our own. How you can feel the warmth with those hands, the silky softness of the fingertips trailing along your body. Keep working yourself gently. Now, just glide your fingertips over the tips of your nipples. Good girl.

Hearing us whisper, whisper into your ears that we can see how much you love it, how much you want us to explore you further, whispering to you that day after day will do this.

Imagine us telling you that we won’t let you come, that we’ll just keep teasing you repeatedly as our fingers trail along your body, how it would cause you to writhe as we tell you that we’re going to explore the limits of your pleasure, to edge you day after day, repeatedly for hours, until you’re in tears with need. And then all I’ll do is stop and tell you that we’ll start again tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. You’re begging what would be like music to our ears.

Now keep stroking your body. Up and down. Down close to your pussy, your fingers so close to touching, and then back up. Gently caress your chest, groping yourself, feeling our hands curled around those mounds, squeezing, gently rolling your nipples between our fingertips.

Gently… nice and slowly. And now a quick pinch and release. And back to circling, circling the nipples, stiffened for us and ready for more. A pinch again, hard, tweaking, and stop. Release as their fingers circle again. And now grope hard, squeezing your chest, feeling them not wanting to let go.

Now slowly slide your fingers down, feeling those hands creep down, down to your inner thighs, massaging them. Countless fingers tracing so close to your sex.

Keep slowly sliding up and down, feeling those fingers trail along the edges of your pussy, just rubbing the lips of your entrance.

How much you’d give us to explore your pussy, to suck and lick every inch, to capture your clitoris between our lips and devour it, each taking turns to suck on it, to feel it swell within our lips, to feel it tremble against our tongues, for your legs to try and clench as we suck it hard, mercilessly ravaging your body. But now, you don’t need that yet. Now slide your fingers back up and caress your chest once again.

We delight in feeling every movement of your body. Imagine a hand pressing to your neck, clenching it and pushing down slightly, making you feel completely under our control. We tell you that this is how you’re going to feel every single day. You’re our prisoner of pleasure.

It will be torture. Now pinch those nipples hard. Pinch them and tweak. Keep tweaking them.

Pull them. Tweak and pull them hard. And release. And now back to simply groping yourself, kneading your chest in our palms.

Now slide your fingers down, down to that little mound, and just slide your fingers slowly down it as we feel the crease of your sex. We feel the warmth of it already. And back up and back down slowly, up and down. That’s it.

You want us to do so much more, but we won’t quite yet. Give it a slap, and again and again and back up to your chest and grope yourself once again. Those little slaps let you know that we own your body, that every expression is for our amusement. Your pleasure is completely in our hands.

Now pinch your nipples again. Pinch them while your palms caress your chest. Keep pinching hard, tweaking them as we grope and fondle you. Now slide your hand down and just let it slip over the tip of your clitoris, feeling it protected by that little hood.

Keep sliding up and down over it. Good girl. Now just circle it gently. Slow circles.

We have plenty of time to tease you. Plenty of time to bring you to the edge. Keep circling, and now slide your finger left and right over it. Nice and slow.

And back to circling it. Keep it going. Keep circling it as you hear the machines above you honing in on your body, examining every inch of you just as we are with our fingers. Now, back to sliding over it, pressing gently against your clitoris.

Now, with your other hand, peel that little clitoral hood back, expose it for us as you feel the fingers pulling on it, ready to tease that exposed little bud of pleasure, helpless to do anything. Though you aren’t straining on those restraints quite yet, that will come. Circle that exposed clit. Thinking of us all watching, our eyes peering at your most intimate little place.

Now that we’ve seen it, what else could we do to you to make you think more of your own body? As you feel our fingers circling, knowing that we can do anything to you, knowing that we can make you feel so much more. Just at that moment, the finger sweeps over your clitoris. The tip of that finger just sweeps over the tip of your clit, left and right over it. Good girl. Keep sweeping over it.

And now circle it again. No matter how much you ask us to do more, we do not pay you any attention. We do not answer your requests. We simply do what we desire to make you suffer the most.

Now circle directly over your clitoris. Keep that finger moving in circles over it, teasing it so delicately. Imagine the view, the scene, the fingers exposing that little clit, keeping that hood pulled back while we all peer at the sight, at the wonder of your body as one fingertip controls it. All watching, gazing at that one finger moving in such a slight motion.

Keep it going. Good girl. Keep going. Back to circling around it.

Slow circles. And you know that any time you get close, we’ll know it and we’ll stop. And there’s nothing you can do to relieve that pressure that will build up inside you. Now back to circling on your clit.

Keep circling. That’s it. Keep going. And back to circling around it now.

You hear us whisper, chatter of how wonderful your body is, of how pleasurable it is to tease you. After days, you think of how it would feel to hear us continue to talk of how much of a wonder it is to have you in this state. How much we enjoy seeing you cry with need, to seeing you so utterly desperate, to be melting in an abyss of pure torture, pure need, so helpless that you’d do anything, anything at all to make a stop, to at least give you the orgasm you will truly crave. Now we masturbate you fast.

Work those fingertips as you feel us working your body, rubbing your pussy just the way you need, as if we’ve been examining your masturbation techniques for years, knowing just the way that feels perfect to you. Keep it going. Keep those fingers working. Nice and fast.

Keep going. Good girl. Keep going faster. It’s not stopping.

It’s not stopping until you reach that edge, and we’ll know it. Keep going right to that pinnacle. You feel it build and build until you feel like not a second would go by without you coming, without you letting go, without that gasp of pleasure taking hold. Just as you reach that edge, it stops.

We watch the rocking of your hips, and without much rest, we start again now, right to the edge as we work you fast. Good girl, keep going. Not daring to stop, wanting you to suffer, whispering to you that this is just the beginning. With our machines, we can tell just when you’re there, and we can tell just how to keep you right on the edge.

Get to the edge and hold it. Think of us crowded around you, whispering to you, whispers telling you how much you want to come, how you’d love to give in, how we can see your juices trailing down your thighs, down your ass cheeks, how you keep dripping for us. How your pussy looks so red and swollen, gushing with need. Keep it there. We’re not letting you come.

Hold it. Hold it. Keep going.

Stop.

Rest a moment. As we watch you breathing deeply, you feel our hands occasionally caressing you, touching your breasts, your nipples, your body, your thighs. The trail of lips on your nipples, occasionally, the sharp sensation of a pinch to the nipples, pulling them, clenching them. You’d love to feel that mouth press to your clit.

Just as you think of that, you feel the masturbation again. Now, right now it comes, bringing you there to that pinnacle as it works fast, masturbate right to the edge, getting you close.

How does it make you feel to hear us all talk of that sound, that wet sound of masturbation? Any other time it would embarrass you, but all you can think of now is how much you want to have so much attention on your body, on your pleasure, revelling in your ecstasy.

Keep it going right to the edge, holding you there. Never before had you thought you could be held on the edge for so long, to be tortured like this without coming. Soon, you’ll wish you’d never felt it as it becomes an agony beyond anything. Keep going.

Don’t stop. Faster. Keep right on that brink. Don’t stop.

The wet sound of the finger rubbing you, rubbing that wet little pussy. Feeling lips pressing to your body, licking around your nipples, occasionally biting and pulling on them, sucking them.

Stop.

And again, right now. We don’t let you rest now. Now it’s time for you to experience pure torment. Keep it going right to the edge.

Don’t stop. Keep it going. As fast as you can. Hold it.

Hold it right there. Keep going faster, faster. Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare.

You’re not going to fall off that pinnacle. Not yet. We’re not going to allow it.

Stop.

And again, just as you try to get your breath back, they attack your body mercilessly. Relentlessly, the fingers press upon you, savouring in your cries and moans. Keep going right to the edge, holding it there, feeling that knot within you, wanting to unravel, only getting tighter and tighter as we keep going on. Don’t stop.

Keep going.

Stop.

And again, right now, right now, keep going, having us tell you that if there was any way that you could dare come without the permission having been given, you would experience ruined orgasms day after day. The moment after you came, making sure that you experienced five ruined orgasms in a row, telling you that you wouldn’t come for another week after that.

Stop.

I hope that has been made clear to you. The whispers trail through your mind. Again, now, right to the edge.

Right to the edge, and do not dare stop. Faster. Keep it going. Hearing their enjoyment of the torment of your body.

Keep going. Hold that edge. Hold it. Hold it.

Keep it going. Don’t you dare stop. Hold it. It’s not stopping.

No matter how much you beg, no matter how much you ride those hips trying to entice us, trying to make it show just how badly you want to come, no matter how much your juices leak from that trembling little hole, it’s not going to stop. Keep it going.

Stop.

And again now, hearing the machines buzz above you, registering the pinnacles of your pleasure, informing them that they’re not allowed to stop, knowing that if they do, they’ll have failed, failed in exploring the limits of your ecstasy.

Stop and slap your pussy five times.

You hear the sound of the slaps echo throughout the room.

Suddenly, again, it starts. The masturbation begins once again right to the edge, fast as you can, whispering in your ears how it feels to have that clit exposed and sucked on, tongues trailing around it, imagining a dildo thrusting inside you, a machine controlling it, nonstop penetration, vibrating, constantly working your little quivering hole until you are convulsing nonstop. We’ll be watching your clitoris twitch.

Stop.

It’s not over.

Not even nearly. Again, get to the edge right now.

You’re going to suffer. Keep going faster. Faster right on that edge. Hold it until it is unbearable.

Keep going. Keep going. Faster. Faster.

Hold it. Feeling the hand press against your neck, pinning you down even further. You can clench your legs. You can do whatever you want.

It’s not stopping. Keep going. Keep going.

Stop.

And again, right now, hearing that whisper, good girl, over and over, tormented, bound to your own agony, a victim of your own pleasure. Keep going faster. We’re not going to stop taking turns masturbating you.

Stop as another finger presses against your entrance.

Again, right now, masturbating until the need makes you cry, not giving you the release you really need. Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

Don’t you dare stop holding it right at that brink. I know it’s agony. That’s just what we want.

Stop.

And again now, I know you want to come. I know it’s too much. We want to go beyond too much. Keep going.

We want to feel your clitoris twitching, to watch it almost vibrating in constant need. Your pussy is convulsing. We want to feel every morsel of your pussy clenching in constant desire.

Stop.

Again, right now.

Oh, you want to rest? We can see that. We can see that, boy, how your hips are constantly jerking up and down. How you’re straining against those bonds.

Every muscle seems to tremble. That’s just what we want. Keep going. I know it’s hard being held on the edge like this, but you don’t exactly have a choice.

Keep going. But once we do make you come, we’re not stopping. We want that to be just as torturous as this. Keep going.

Stop.

And again now, faster, you hear the sounds of licking, the wet nibbles, the sucking, all masked underneath the sound of that finger working your wetness, never relenting, holding you on that edge.

Stop.

And again now, so many mouths latched onto your delicacy.

Those tongues sweeping up and down. Imagine how your pussy would be feasted on after being held on the edge for so long, for so many times. How their mouths just pressing to you would almost be enough to set you over.

Keep it going faster, faster.

Stop. Now slide that finger inside yourself. Feel the heat. Feel how that little hole trembles.

Every movement… every movement of that finger makes it clench. And back out.

And masturbate yourself again fast. Feeling this pleasuring you so hard, so cruelly. Don’t stop.

Keep going. That’s it. Faster and harder. That edge is all you will feel.

That orgasm wants to be unleashed.

Stop.

And, again, right now, think of how good it is gonna feel to come, that gushing of pleasure erupting from you. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.

Keep it going, wanting that penetration, masturbating just the way you desire.

Stop.

Just breathe a moment. Again, now.

Keep it going. We want to see your frustration. We want to hear your agony. We want to feel the pure need in your body as you’re made to hold it, forced to endure it, to hold yourself on that edge.

Keep it going.

Stop.

And again, right now. I know it’s torment.

Keep going. Don’t you dare stop. We don’t let you rest as our hands caress your body while you’re held on that brink. Keep going faster.

Stop. And again, right now, right now, as we whisper to you that we’re going to make you come. Keep yourself on that edge. We’re going to make you come, and we’re not going to stop.

Hold it. Hold it. That’s it. Right there.

Hold it. Keep going until you can’t take it, until it’s just too much, and keep holding it. That’s it.

Come.

Come right now.

That’s it. Come.

Good girl, come for us as we watch your body thrash and void, convulsing in pure pleasure.

Keep going. Keep it going. Making you draw that orgasm out, not letting you rest, watching your body heave and thrust for us. Keep going.

It doesn’t stop. No matter how much you pull on those restraints, our fingers keep working on you. Our mouths keep pressed to you, sucking and licking, nibbling and teasing. That’s it.

Keep going. Come again.

Come.

Come.

Don’t you dare stop. We’re going to keep going until it’s too much. Keep going. Faster.

Faster. You tell us over and over that it’s too intense, that you can’t take it, but we don’t reply. We just keep rubbing and masturbating you, fondling and teasing and caressing and groping, owning you, exploring your pleasure as deep as we can. That’s it.

Keep going. Come. Come. Harder and harder and harder.

Don’t you dare stop. The most intense, constant orgasm you can take. Keep going. Keep going.

Even when you can’t take it, when it’s too much, we keep working your pussy. That sweet wet depth penetrating, masturbating, devouring you. Keep going. Don’t you dare stop.

Work it. You’re ours. We control your pleasure. Keep it going.

I know it’s too much. That won’t make us stop. Keep going. Scream for us.

Beg us. Plead with us. Keep going. Faster.

Keep coming. It’s not stopping. That’s it. Take it.

Take it. Take it. Faster. Faster.

Feeling your hypersensitive pussy rubbed while your nipples are pinched and bitten, sucked and licked. Keep going. Keep going. It’s not stopping.

We don’t care how much your pussy juice leaks from that tight little hole, how red and swollen it gets, how much your clit twitches on its own. Keep going. It’s not stopping.

Faster. Faster. Don’t you dare try to stop it. It doesn’t matter how much you beg, how much you cry out.

It’s not stopping. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.

Keep going. Keep going. If you can come again in ten seconds, we’ll stop. Otherwise, it won’t.

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Come.

Come for us. That’s it.

Keep going. If you’re coming, ride it, and then stop. If you haven’t come, keep going. That’s it.

Feeling our palms caress every inch of you, our fingers coated with your wetness, the warmth of your sex against our fingers, your heaving chest rippling for us, coated in your own juices as we slide our fingers all around you, pinching, tweaking, slipping in and out of you, enjoying your moans very much. It’s not stopping. We simply say that your begging and whimpering of overstimulation pleases us greatly. You feel our bodies pressing in so close to you, so tightly.

That’s it. Keep going. Keep going. We don’t want this agony to ever stop.

We want you to truly suffer. Good girl. Take it. Take it.

Just a little more.

Stop.

Good girl. And just rest and recover.

Feeling our palms just gliding over you gently now, massaging your body. And as you keep feeling that massaging motion and palms cradling every inch of you, you recover and wait, knowing that soon enough it will all start over again for you, once we know you’re ready for it.

We love tormenting you. Our Test Subject.

[johneroserotica]

In those most sensual recesses of your mind, you can escape into your deepest fantasies. Whether you wish to experience them in reality, or simply bathe in them through your imagination, you can let your desires to be touched, fondled and explored so intimately consume you as you gasp sweet syllables of intense stimulation.

Imagine yourself strapped and spread apart, your body felt by many hands eager to caress you. Imagine the way your legs would buckle as those fingers relentlessly rubbed against your delicate sex, feeling the heat from all those bodies surrounding you, each delighting in your moans and shudders of ecstasy. Imagine how you would not want them to stop, no matter how intense it became. Give in to your longings; the more you fantasise, the more vivid they become.

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Wherever they had come from, those fetching panties that she had discovered in her drawer were going to inflict a night of passion upon her that she would never forget.

The silky softness of that tight little piece of fabric made her hunger for the touches against her sensuous mound; never in her most erotic dreams could she imagine that those panties would embody something which hungered for her just as much.

From the moment she put them on, she longed to caress her sex. The cool silk seemed to enhance every sensation. After mere seconds it seemed as if every nerve ending in her body had focused its attention on just that one space between her legs. The deep longing grew and grew until simply the slippery stroke of a fingertip was not nearly enough. She had felt the joy of being teased plenty of times before, yet this longing was unlike anything else – as if every passing second added an hour’s worth of tantalisation.

She removed the lingerie hastily, unaware that its spell had long been cast upon her body the moment they were worn, the moment they encased her sensitive womanhood.

Completely naked and exposed, she still felt the familiar sensation of the cool, soft silkiness clinging to her sex, though all her attention was on the uncontrollable longing which burned between her legs. Her fingers magnetised towards it, yet instead of the fulfilling comfort of masturbation, they were stopped. As if they were being held back, she could not push her hands any further down. No matter how much she tried to slide her fingers down to quench the fire raging within her sex, she was left held so cruelly close. While the unendurable longing did not seem to die down, her pussy seemed to be throbbing with more need with each second.

The tingling seemed to increase to a burning need, until moments later it was like she was trapped in the vice of an impending orgasm that wouldn’t come. Still, her pussy was inexplicably out of reach. Suddenly her arms were pulled back and came to rest above her head, pinned in place as if they were being held tightly. Just as fast, her pussy was embraced by sensations she could not explain or comprehend. Even while her pussy was bare, she could feel the familiar sensation of the silky material embracing her. This sensation seemed to combine with the stimulation of being touched by the softest of fingertips, of being licked by the most precise tongue, of being nibbled by the most eager mouth.

She thought her engorged mound would explode with need as repeatedly she was brought so close to orgasm and held there before it backed off just enough to leave her hips thrusting for more. She wanted to touch herself, to touch anywhere, just to feel the soft curves of her heat-stricken body. Still, she remained held in place, tormented to a state of craving that she had never thought possible. The constant writhing of her hips did nothing to increase the formless yet ever-present and unyielding manipulations of her soft, delicate mound.

Finally, when she thought her consciousness could not stand any more of that tantalising torture, it happened. Her pussy felt like it had suddenly been devoured with pure stimulation, as if her entire sex were being sucked. Every tiny detail and sensitivity of that swollen mound seemed to be being latched onto by the air itself. After so much time spent in the hell of denial, the sudden avalanche of suction was a heaven of orgasmic bliss. Her orgasm seemed to never end – she didn’t want it to. All she cared about was the unparalleled pleasure that confined her to the bed. Wave after wave of orgasm was sucked from her. The mixture of such long denial and the longing brought about by the lingerie kept fuelling the orgasmic fire. As if reading her mind, the sucking stopped, ceasing just as the almost painfully intense orgasms started to cross the line of being unbearable.

Once she was able to move her arms, she knew it was over. All was still and quiet in the room. Finally able to catch her breath, as if her lungs were also finally her own now, she simply lay there motionless, recovering from the fiercest orgasms she had ever experienced.

As she lay there, she thought to herself that she may wait at least another week before putting those back on.

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Sweet Surrender

Naked, defenceless, teased to a frenzy… succumb to the sweet surrender.

At first, you’ll take it. You’ll relent to the desire erupting from your sex right now. Every trail of thought had led to this moment, your hips rising as you are carried off into a wave of intoxicating bliss. Overcome by pleasure as if being lost in a dream.

Suddenly you will be ripped back into the world once more, his world, when you feel that burning sensitivity quiver beneath his tongue, within his mouth. Your body tries to fight it, to repel the addictive, cascading torture being heaped upon it, but your mind knows it is useless; you are his. The shackles deny you the mildest chance to protect your throbbing pussy. The torment you feel now is nothing compared to the knowledge that you are helpless, defenceless to stop the unrelenting feast of your epicentre for as long as your consciousness can withstand. 

You give in to the torrent of pleasure that floods through you; you are nothing more than his orgasm doll. Every twitch, every shudder, every convulsion of pleasure drives you deeper into the realms of wonderful agony that you are buried in.

You won’t break the cuffs. You won’t crawl away. You won’t be given a rest.

You will simply come.

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Alone With Your Desires

Strip down and tease yourself, following the instructions and indulging in your own pleasure.

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Centre of Attention

An audio tease for females featuring edging, orgasm denial and multiple forced orgasms.

After holding back for so long, finally you'll receive the orgasm you crave while being watched and tormented by so many around you, all wanting to witness your pleasure.

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Suffer Sweetly

She hadn’t expected to be so desperate so soon. She hadn’t expected every ounce of her being to have been reduced to a single moment, a single morsel of her body clinging to a prayer for release.

She had spent the entire day being teased and tormented, kept on the brink without any hope for orgasmic release. That’s what made it worse… hope. The hope that in the evening, there would be a chance for release. A hope that all of the begging and pleading would amount to some small display of mercy. Even during the evening before the new session began, thinking back on the earlier events had ensured that the relief of an orgasm populated her mind.

The thoughts of being edged by that cruel tongue while the restraints held her helplessly in place were replaced by thoughts of how it would feel to climax in that state of utter submission. Feeling those hands running so delicately up and down her body, as if savouring every inch of her, kept her wanting to be trapped in that state. Trapped with that mouth and those fingers devastating her endlessly.

She hadn’t counted on the restraints being tighter, on the fingertips and brushes feeling even softer, on that relentless tongue exploring even more attentively.

Being made to writhe and grind against every touch and every motion, the realisation begins… that there isn’t any relief in sight. Knowing she’s going to be watched, to be seen at her most intimate, most primal state of need, and knowing that the viewers want to see her suffer as much as possible. She shivers, knowing how much joy you take in seeing her cry out in frustration, knowing that if you have your way, she’ll be denied for days and days.

What makes it so much worse, and so utterly arousing, is that she knows that you know exactly how it feels.

You know how deep that need resides, how much it consumes you and threatens to burst forth at any second. You know how much the flame of need burns, how it turns into an inferno. How unbearable it is, and how you couldn’t withstand it. So, instead, you watch her torment and take pleasure in every second of cruelty. You can at least have your release while you watch.

She squirms and shivers, knowing that you can watch her be denied while you can give yourself the ecstasy and release that she yearns for. If only those fingertips would show just a little mercy.

You can make her suffer more.

She knows many more will soon see the torment and the denial. Yet, there’s so much that she needs to endure. It arouses her unbearably knowing so many can see her desperation. With every deliberate touch, with every moment of denial, her need grows.

You can aid in adding to the cruelty, in having her endure even more. Every addition to SubscribeStar.Adult will add to the goal. The goal of causing her to weep with need while those fingertips, those lips, that tongue, those brushes, and toys, all continue their wicked work.

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https://subscribestar.adult/pleasuretorture

Dearest gentle reader,

While this writer has found Patreon to have been dismantled, all hope is not lost for those who wish to show their support for the content.

From the ashes, SubscribeStar.adult shall serve, in the meantime, as a platform for those who wish to support the upkeep and maintenance of PleasureTorture.com, with early access to posts and stories offered as a small token of thanks. There will also be some goal-focused content devised as well... where the more subscribers and donations generated, the more ability there will be to create extra content (some ideas being more video content, and a Marks of Eros audio book, for example). 

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The Marks of Eros: The Cult

The following is the chapter I posted on Patreon, which was the final strike in getting my Patreon account deleted for violating their adult content policies.

I will attempt to recreate the Patreon page, now that I know the best way to avoid such issues in future. In the meantime, I will be setting up an alternative to Patreon, which may be far more flexible.

I still have the Ko-Fi account for anyone who wishes to get a digital copy of The Marks of Eros outside of Amazon (as well as to purchase the premium video content, ‘Deliberation’).

Book 1 of The Marks of Eros can be purchased in Hardback, Paperback and Ebook here: The Marks of Eros

But without further ado, here is the chapter that brought down my Patreon. In a world where pain no longer exists, pleasure is used as both reward AND punishment. Here, we are introduced to a strange new presence in Eros…

Her hands brushing over the soft petals of Flufferbells that lined the trail she was on, Ashlee walked serenely through the farmland, admiring the vibrant colours that marked her weekly walk.

Being just on the outskirts of Haven, the farm was visited regularly enough that Ashlee typically saw others walking by on her stroll. She gave a little nod to passersby here and there, the only thing that took her attention away from the serenity. With the amount of trees and large bushes that littered the path, it was always difficult to tell how many people were out and about.

Her only real distraction came from someone with whom she smiled, who handed her a large, freshly cut rose. It caught her entirely off guard. She stuttered over a thanks as the man continued along without skipping a beat. Confused yet appreciative, she walked along while holding the flower by her side.

A large, dilapidated barn sat along the trail, serving as a central landmark that many winding paths coiled around. Ashlee’s focus, however, was diverted by a woman who approached her. The lady didn’t say a word; instead, she gave her a little pamphlet.

The piece of paper simply had a five-score marking on the front, with just a single sentence on the back: ‘Will you surrender your pleasure to the chosen one?’

Ashlee laughed a little but tried to hide it while politely handing back the pamphlet, trying to be as friendly as possible while declining whatever this strange proposal was.

Walking as briskly as possible, Ashlee turned back once she got to an area at the rear of the barn to disappear from view. The woman was simply walking along slowly, as if without a care in the world. Ashlee was glad that she hadn’t hurt the lady’s feelings. Though she couldn’t deny how strange her walk had been today.

Proceeding along a few winding paths, ensuring she could thoroughly enjoy the cool early afternoon air without running into anyone else, Ashlee spent the next thirty minutes pleased with her solitude. Deciding to head back, she wasn’t aware of the figures that had been waiting for her to be entirely alone and far enough away from others that she’d be easy to apprehend.

With the rose acting as a beacon for them, they carefully crept out from behind the trees, careful to tread lightly and not alert the lone woman. The three figures, clad in simple, grey robes, nodded to one another and pounced.

Ashlee didn’t have a chance to make a sound before she was grabbed, hands covering her mouth as she was whisked away, pulled into the trees and away from the path. Whatever she was made to breathe in caused her to instantly drift off into a deep sleep. All that signalled she was ever there was the single rose, the very item that had been used to mark her as a target.

*****

“Wh-what… what do you- Mmmph… want with me?”

Once again, there was no response to Ashlee’s question.

It must have been hours later that she woke up in their camp. She’d been stripped, bathed, and her wrists were bound high above her, suspended from a beam overhead. The early evening sun bathed her in a warm amber glow. Her ankles had been tied to stakes that had been hammered into the ground to keep her legs spread apart. It felt as if they’d been caressing her for hours before she’d woken, her body felt alight to the touches she was being lavished with as she gained consciousness.

A multitude of people, men and women, all draped in loose-fitting grey robes, stood watching. A couple were standing beside her, their fingers playing up and down her back. None spoke or answered her. They all watched in silence.

As much as she tried her best to pull away and find any give in the bondage she was in, Ashlee couldn’t help but shiver and sigh as the fingertips of the couple worked in unison along her back. They touched her so softly and delicately along her spine, across her hips and along her rear that she instinctively arched her back, awaiting more. Their fingertips glided so softly that it almost tickled. The sensations as they trailed across the curve of her ass and up her lower back made it feel like a constant electric current running through her body.

As the touching continued, as they traced up her back, along her shoulder blades, and along the back of her neck, Ashlee wanted to just sink onto the ground and touch herself, away from the prying eyes of this eerie crowd. She didn’t even feel like how she imagined it would feel to be on stage during a punishment; this smaller group being so close to her made it feel so much more personal, so much more intimate.

“Why?” she asked, simply, as the pair began kissing the sides of her neck while continuing to stroke along her back.

The response remained the same as before: silence, as the fingers swept around her back, her rear, and behind her thighs. Their mouths pecking along her neck and towards her shoulders kept her shivering along with the gently erotic touches.

A sudden ‘smack’ against her ass made her gasp in surprise. As the hand that spanked her left her ass cheek, the pair both walked away, only to be replaced by another pair that also stood on either side.

Just as before, they touched and teased Ashlee without giving any explanation or answer to the constant pleas. This pair, however, focused on her front.

Ashlee knew that the rose from earlier was what caused her to be targeted, but she couldn’t figure out why declining the invitation would have caused her to be in this predicament.

“Who… ffff… Mmmm… Who is… the chosen one?” she asked, unsure what she could say to make them stop or to acknowledge her.

The pair continued their ministrations, easing their fingers across her shoulders, down her neck, down her cleavage, down to her mound, before stopping short of touching her where her body screamed out for.

While the hands glided over her body, caressing her thighs, her waist, her sternum and upper body, the pair was much more direct in their intentions. They circled around Ashlee’s nipples and caressed around her pussy, constantly making her yearn to touch a little more inwards each time.

With her nipples so pronounced and her pussy so swollen with need, there was no denying just how intently Ashlee needed to be touched more. Continuously, the fingertips eased as close as possible without giving her what she needed, constantly fuelling her desperation for more.

Finally, someone addressed her.

“Give your pleasure to him, and join us.”

Ignoring this and the several people in the crowd who repeated it, Ashlee remained silent as the pair beside her continued to wreak havoc on her body. Their gentle touches and tender caresses made her shake with need. Her hips continued to rock back and forth, yet the fingers never once pressed against her most sensitive points.

Another pair stepped forward and joined in, though this pair focused on Ashlee’s rear while the other pair continued to ease their fingers up and down her front. Having all four caress her body from every angle in this way was maddening.

“Give your pleasure to him, and join us.”

As much as Ashlee wanted to ignore it, she couldn’t help but ask who the chosen one was. She had no intention of succumbing to whatever this cult was about, but she needed something, anything, more than what they were doing to her.

After asking, they replied.

“We are the Hadearchs. We follow the chosen one, Hadeon. To give him our orgasms is to certify our position in the heaven that awaits us. An eternity of bliss for those who worship him and give themselves over to Hadeon. Surrender your pleasure to him, choose to wear the marks of Eros and succumb to the light of Hadeon. Let him guide you to a world of unending ecstasy.”

Ashlee simply shook her head. She didn’t want to join these lunatics. Living in Haven, she’d already spent her adult life so far avoiding interactions with Vaunt and their tyrannical approach to suppressing pleasure.

At the lack of response, the rest of the cult surrounded Ashlee. Dozens of Hadearchs all working in unison to tease and tantalise the woman before them.

Being entirely naked, while everyone surrounding her and exploring her body were clothed, made Ashlee feel so vulnerable. Being completely helpless as they fondled her made her feel so sensitive to every touch.

All the while, the group worked like a well-oiled machine, touching and caressing her in turns while leaving their fingertips to only graze a fraction away from her engorged clitoris and her erect nipples.

Even without being explored as intimately as she was yearning for, Ashlee was still breathing heavily and rapidly, hands covering almost every inch of her body. Being felt up and touched in this way made her want to cry out for more. Yet whenever she asked them why they were doing this to her, she received the same reply.

“Give your pleasure to Hadeon. Join the Hadearchs.”

Enough time had passed that Ashlee was pulling and straining against the ropes that held her in place. Less to actively escape and more as a means to show the group around her just how desperate she was. Her pussy was dripping with need, yet still they hadn’t touched her there.

They all smiled hungrily at her, a look in their eyes showing they were all enjoying the sight. The way she moved, how she arched and writhed, it was an erotic dance that excited them profoundly.

While trembling with need and looking imploringly from one cult member to the next, Ashlee saw one of the Hadearchs brandish a thin wire crown with petals woven into it. Ashlee knew at once what this was, but before she could protest, it had been placed atop her head.

The effect was felt instantly. Just as it touched her head and sank around her forehead, time seemed to stop. Except it hadn’t truly stopped. Instead, her perception of time had slowed down to almost a standstill. Every touch, every lingering stroke, and laboured caress seemed to move in slow-motion.

The Loomer had a reputation as being the most dangerous of all plant life in Eros. Anyone caught up in a garden of the tall, bulbous plants would find themselves trapped in a state of slowed time. The victim would be helpless to the Loomer plants, as well as any other creature lucky enough to stumble upon the unfortunate victim.

Ashlee had heard of the leaves being turned into a crown, for use in punishments, but she had done nothing wrong, nothing to warrant such cruelty.

The countless fingertips and palms easing all over her were slowed down to a crawl. Ashlee had always been extremely sensitive to soft touches; these hyper-slowed, lingering, calculated touches were absolute torture. The slowdown seemed to make her body even more alert to every teasing touch.

Worse still, the actions in real time could still be felt, just at a much slower rate. This meant that all of the sensations seemed to pile on top of one another, heaping erotic pleasure upon her.

In this state of warped time, Ashlee was forced to focus on every detail: the softness of each fingertip, the way every curve of their palms slid along the curves of her own body, the care with which every person trailed as closely to her intimacy as possible without touching.

What caused her the most torment, however, was the focus on her own body that it imposed. Every minute detail of the stiffness of her nipples made her cry out for them to be pinched. The delicate glancing touches over those tender tips made her shudder, yet it wasn’t enough.

The throbbing of her heartbeat seemed amplified throughout her body, fluttering right down her body until even her clitoris pulsed with every surge. Her ears rang with the sounds of her own moans and sighs, as if echoed back to her long after the sounds had been expelled.

The worst, however, was feeling every bead of her own arousal crawl so slowly down her inner thighs. She could almost trace every movement of her liquid need, seeping so slowly from her desperate folds, and across her swollen lips, as if trying to invite those cruel fingertips to follow that path inwards and within.

Without being able to see the current manipulations of her body, enduring everything in slow motion, Ashlee was surprised by the sudden feeling of soft bristles gliding in circles around her nipples and up and down her pussy lips. In slow motion, she was able to focus on what felt like every individual bristle of the gentle paintbrushes, which was maddening.

Soon, more of the Hadearchs started using paintbrushes on her, sweeping them up the arch of her back, over her rear and along her shivering torso. Ashlee’s frustration was immeasurable.

Once they asked her to join them once again, it took everything in her willpower to decline. She could feel the teardrops forming in her eyes, yet these tears of hopelessness would pale in comparison to how she’d soon weep once her clitoris was exposed. They’d soon begin teasing her pulsing cherry mercilessly, all focusing on circling it without touching it directly.

Once the whispering motion of the bristles first cradled the tip of her swollen clit, Ashlee would be begging for more. However, it would be too late. The Hadearchs had a new victim to play with as they waited for their leader to return.

As much as Ashlee dreaded what horrors might await once Hadeon showed up, she hoped it would be soon, unable to bear any more of this slow torment. Unfortunately for her, she’d have many hours of the slowest attention from countless fingertips and paintbrushes, all aiming to drive her to near madness with need.

It wouldn’t take long until she was screaming out that she’d join the cult, but it was already too late… her fate was sealed as a prisoner of the Hadearchs.

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They had been waiting so patiently for this… to have her all alone; she knew it was coming, she fantasised about it, craved it, yet it was still a surprise when they did finally make their move.

It was the perfect opportunity, secluded in the holiday resort with the object of their desires. She had given them more than one hint that she was curious.

She had, however, not quite expected them to restrain her once she woke. Even though sleeping naked made it clear she was welcoming it, the feeling of being helpless was quite intense, particularly with knowing that they had been yearning for the opportunity to show her the joys women could give for a very long time. There was no teasing, no gentle introduction. They simply pounced on her at this opportunity and had their way with her, their intentions quite clear – to make her come harder than ever before.

The feeling of those slender fingers exploring her, caressing her swollen jewel, made her shake in anticipation, feeling as if they knew her body better than any previous lover ever could. 

The first orgasm hit hard and fast. She was still swimming in the abyss of pleasure before realising that her legs were being tied; now, even her own legs were under their control. The sensation of that initial hard penetration took her breath away, yet there was no place to cower or hide. She was open and at their mercy. No matter how much she shook, convulsed in orgasmic tidal waves and screamed out, they were not going to stop.

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The Gift: Year Two

‘One orgasm this Christmas. I will return every Christmas with one extra orgasm each time. All you need do is lie back and close your eyes, just the same.’

You remembered the words. You didn’t need to be reminded, as they’d swum in your mind for the last twelve months. You hadn’t spent a single night not thinking about the way she was teased and seduced to the most intense climax of her life last Christmas.

As before, a note under the tree reminded her of the command: ‘Remember, keep your eyes closed.’ 

You masturbated so intensely for many nights since last Christmas, yet nothing could match the sensations that had been unleashed upon you last time. You hadn’t uttered a word to anyone else about it; this was your little gift and yours alone.

Finally, Christmas had arrived. As soon as you lie back against the mattress and close your eyes, it begins instantly.

Instead of feeling the cool fabric of the mattress against your back, you are welcomed by what feels like the warmth of a man against your back. Lying back against him, you try hard not to open your eyes, wondering if you’d see anything at all. But you don’t dare open them, knowing it would all stop the moment you did so.

The hands press to your wrists, keeping your arms pinned to your sides and slightly behind you as you remain leaning back in the warm embrace of his body. It makes you gasp suddenly to feel hands drift along your front, as if he were caressing you, his arms wrapped around you. Unlike last year, where you imagined multiple people surrounding you, this time you picture more than one set of arms extending from his torso to restrain you and caress you at once.

Those fingertips trail up and down your sides so slowly, purposely avoiding your nipples and between your legs. Instead, they outline the curves of your chest, your waist, your thighs, and your shoulders, easing you gently into this slow rhythm of ecstasy. You wish he’d kiss or nibble your neck, maybe whisper something to you, or even touch you more intimately. Those fingertips continue easing down those same paths until you begin arching your back against him.

Suddenly, he stops, letting your wrists go at the same time. Because he doesn’t touch you anymore, you take this as your cue to touch yourself. At first, you press your hands to your chest, giving them the firm squeeze you had hoped for. Instantly, he pulls your hands back away and holds them again behind you, returning to touching you in just the same way as before.

Those fingertips seem to paint the most detailed portrait of your body with every touch, outlining every inch without ever adding the finishing touch of pressing directly where you need it most. As soft as skin could touch, those fingers continue to ease around you without any sign that you’ll receive more intimate attention.

The anticipation of how intense it felt last year, coupled with the slow teasing around your breasts and down your body so deliberately, ensures that your body is already burning with need.

Once again, your hands are released. This time, you touch yourself in the same way, easing up and down and around your body to tantalise every inch of skin without giving in to your deepest urges.

Minutes pass, simply caressing yourself in the same way that you do to yourself at night when you want to see how long you can tease yourself. However, you’d have given in long before now when you were this turned on. Finally, the pair of hands joins in, also caressing your arms and shoulders, your upper back and sides.

You feel that deep, gushing heat between your legs start to take over. You need to feel more. As soon as you just sweep your thumbs over your pussy lips, the hands once again pull yours away to hold you in place.

You give a deep groan of frustration, uttering the word ‘please,’ as the hands return to continuing to tease you. You’ve never been more aware of how stiff your nipples are, how alight with sensation your pussy feels, the tingle of need between your legs turned to a swarm of longing.

Once your hands are released again, you know that you must obey, otherwise you’ll be screaming with need soon if this carries on. You follow his motions, gently gliding every fingertip against yourself in the softest manner, only barely touching, soft enough to nearly tickle, yet devastating every part of you with absolute longing.

Finally, giving you just a little of what you need, the hands start focusing a little closer to where you yearn to be touched. They circle around your nipples and ease along your pussy lips.

Shaking in need, your trembling fingertips follow in their wake, fearing your hands will be snatched away once again. Thankfully, you are allowed to replicate their touches. As much as it tortures you to caress so closely to where you are desperately in need of attention, it’s still wondrous to touch yourself like this at last, knowing mercy will soon enough be granted.

You’d spent months dreaming of this, having your erotic lover lavish you with touches and kisses along your body, fantasising about his mouth wreaking havoc on your hot, swollen, dripping wet pussy. Perhaps if you recalled more about how much you were teased and tormented last year, you’d have understood that you’d not get quite what you wanted. It was clear that this entity of lust would ensure the utmost cruelty was granted. The realisation once again made you shiver in arousal.

Once you finally start to beg for him to touch you, you feel your wrist being held, guiding your fingertips down your cleavage, slowly down your body and over your pussy directly. It takes everything in you not to simply finger yourself, rapidly, to relieve the pent-up need that threatens to burst. You simply follow the same gentle strokes, masturbating yourself slowly while he continues to glide his hands all over you.

Several other hands join in, sliding up your ankles, along your legs and over your waist while you still feel him press warmly against your back. You fight the urge to open your eyes, wanting to ensure this never ends. The constant attention to every part of your body while you stroke yourself quickly has you boiling over to the edge of orgasm.

Just as you hit the pinnacle, your hand is pulled away. Your murmur of frustration is overtaken by a little moan of pleasure as his fingertips circle over the tips of your nipples. Before you can even start to rock your hips to signal the need for more, your hand is released, allowing you to work yourself to the brink once again.

As if reading your mind, the moment you are about to plead to be allowed to come, his hand presses to your mouth, muffling your words to merely a whimper of desperation. This simple action ignites something within you, delving into a deep fantasy that urges you to stroke yourself faster, relishing in something within being brought so effortlessly to the surface.

Once again, just as you get to the edge, your hand is pulled away.

Time and again, you are allowed to bring yourself to the edge this way, stroking yourself until your hand is pulled away. Every time you are about to cry out and beg for mercy, your mouth gets covered, muffling your whimpers and ensuring your body burns with excitement.

Something about edging yourself in this way makes it so much harder to handle. Forced to torment yourself by your own hand is a cruelty you could never have prepared for, no matter how much you tried throughout the year.

You just wonder to yourself for a moment what you’d see if you could open your eyes without it all ending, wondering if you’d see multiple hands caressing your body, or if they would be invisible, or even if they’d be attached to multiple people lifted right from your fantasies. The thoughts are quickly replaced with the focus on the man you are leaning against, as his mouth presses right against the side of your neck.

You hit the brink instantly while his warm mouth kisses along your neck and along your shoulder. This time, he doesn’t force you to stop.

You explode. Your orgasm cuts through you as your scream pierces through the hand that suddenly clasps your mouth. This action, this little display of dominance over you, seems to make you come even harder. Your hips rise off the mattress a little, your pleasure unleashed while your body longs for more of what it was deprived of for so long.

As you start to slow down a little, your rear sinking into the mattress while you push your back against this mystical lover, his hand grasps your own to continue at the same pace. He ensures that you continue masturbating at the same speed, riding out your orgasm beyond what you could do to yourself, verging on being too intense, yet overwhelmingly erotic.

It doesn’t stop, even long after you need it to. All of the other hands keep you held in place; your other hand once again gripped and pulled behind you.

Just as you are about to plead for it to stop, to at least give your sensitive clitoris a rest, a pair of fingers slides into you. You gasp as it feels like it knows exactly where to touch you deeply to make you squeal in ecstasy.

As your pussy contracts longingly around those wonderful fingers, your hand and your lover’s from behind work your clitoris in unison while you shake your head, trying to signal that it’s too intense.

Feeling mouths caress either side of your neck and along your shoulders, just as a hand once again clasps over your mouth, sends you crashing into the reality that another orgasm is building within you. You want to scream, your entire body wants to scream out in a storm of blissful release, yet the hands pinning you in place and the one covering your mouth all seem to trap you within yourself. It’s like it is causing the ecstasy to well up within, a stopper trapping your climax as more pleasure bubbles up.

Suddenly, knowing you were right on the cusp, the hand at your mouth moves away, letting you fully cry out as your orgasm bursts forth. The fingers inside you remain motionless while your pussy trembles around them, seeming to squeeze every ounce of ecstasy and friction from those intruding digits. Thankfully, the hand coaxing your fingers to stroke your tender clit begins to slow down.

Somehow, the second orgasm felt even more intense than the first. It didn’t seem to last as long, yet it left you breathless. As you come down from the plateau, the hands all around you seem to stay pressed against you. The man behind you remains motionless, letting you breathe deeply and relax into his embrace.

A fingertip gently and unexpectedly grazing over your hypersensitive clitoris shocks you, making you open your eyes. Suddenly, it’s just you alone on your bed, now able to reach down and press your hand to your overly sensitive sex.

As you ponder whether you’d be able to work yourself to another orgasm before the night is out, being so filled with arousal and fantasies, you notice the note beside you.

‘Two orgasms this Christmas. I will return every Christmas with one extra orgasm each time. All you need do is lie back and close your eyes, just the same.’

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An erotic story with a dash of Christmas magic.

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The Marks of Eros: Ruiners

An excerpt taken from The Marks of Eros, out November 21st. A peek into the lands of Eros, fraught with the dangers of being teased, tormented and tortured in the most erotic ways by all manner of devious entities.

The melodious chirping of birds spilt from the canopy of the woods. The Southern Edoria Woods hummed with the gentle rustle of leaves and branches; twigs cracked beneath the movement of squirrels and other small creatures. Yet, in an instant, all sound seemed to become muted as Emma stumbled upon a sight that made her gasp. It was as if the woods held its breath as she looked at the figures standing in a clearing before her.

A succession of humanoid figures stood motionless, at least ten of them, all facing Emma’s direction. Their bare bodies and faces were featureless, resembling a near-reflective surface that made them appear to be entirely made of glass. They looked surreal. It was as if they had stepped from another world into this place.

A horde of Ruiners.

Emma stood frozen to the spot. She had no idea where her partner, Lance, was waiting, only that he had asked her to meet him here. All she knew was that she needed to run, yet her legs didn’t seem to obey her will.

Their bodies, each the exact same height and build, glowed with the reflection of sunlight and foliage. All at once, the turquoise of Emma’s dress seemed to shine on the bodies and faces of every Ruiner. Emma felt almost hypnotised; thoughts of what they were going to do to her flashed through her mind. Erotic scenes of being passed around by the featureless entities, being penetrated and fingerfucked while she thrashed and writhed, clouded her mind. In that time, the figures had slowly moved a little closer. She hadn’t even noticed them take a step, yet they were undoubtedly nearer.

Whether it was the sexually hypnotic effect of their presence or Emma succumbing to her own fantasies, she wasn’t sure. However, the crack of a twig as one of the Ruiners stepped forwards, followed by a flurry of birds taking flight, snapped Emma out of her daze.

She turned and sprinted away as fast as possible. She could sense the Ruiners tailing her. They were fast, though she knew that they wouldn’t pursue her further if she could just make it out of the woods and back into the safety of the grassland skirting Edoria.

Suddenly, a hand grasped her ankle. One of the Ruiners had leapt for her. It couldn’t take hold, yet it was enough to knock her off balance. She hit the ground and rolled, facing upwards, just in time to see another Ruiner airborne coming straight down for her. While they looked human in build, they could sprint and leap like hares.

Instinctively, Emma pulled a dagger from the beltline of her dress and slashed at the descending Ruiner. The dagger caught it mid-air, knocking it aside. It landed and rose as she did, but she was ready.

While Emma had never been inclined to pursue a life as an Expeditioner, as many with natural combat instincts often did, she was still capable. With a swift movement, she hurled a small incendiary device. It burst on impact with the Ruiner just a few feet away.

It stumbled back a few paces, but to Emma’s shock, it regained its stance and looked entirely unharmed.

While she was fully aware of the dangers of even a single Ruiner, she was surprised by their speed and their durability; she had blasted down brick walls with far less than what she’d just hit that one with.

More Ruiners burst through the underbrush as she turned and bolted, though she barely made it several meters before feeling their hands grip her shoulders and push her to the ground. She was caught.

The horde dived towards her one after the other. The first one to have apprehended her swung her around so that it was behind her on the ground while she lay facing upwards. The Ruiner acted as a living bed, Emma’s back pressed against its chest as she struggled uselessly to pull her outstretched arms free from its grip on her wrists.

The others began caressing her body, gliding their fingers beneath her dress to massage her legs and thighs while pinning her ankles down as she tried to kick at them.

While their reflective bodies made them appear as if their touch would be cold, instead, they were wonderfully warm, generating a light electric sizzle wherever they touched, a means to arouse their victims further. The intoxicating arousal coursing through her meant that she did indeed need relief. However, she knew that with these beings, that would be the last thing she’d receive unless she could get away.

Others massaged her arms and teased along her cleavage, playing around the exposed areas of her chest that were pressing against the dress, straining against her heaving breasts in her outstretched position.

Emma screamed out, hoping there might be someone close by. As one of the Ruiners placed its hand over her mouth to stifle her calls, Emma noticed some of the others slightly adapting their forms. The mostly featureless creatures were a mix of male and female-shaped bodies, though the feminine ones quickly morphed into fully masculine frames. They were all now attuned to Emma’s sexual preferences.

She gasped and gave another fruitless jerk of resilience as they easily tore away her dress. Her light peach, lacy lingerie became the focal point of countless fingers. Tracing along the hem of her bra and panties, they ensured that Emma was constantly aware of those concealed areas by the lack of stimulation compared to every other inch of her body. They even pulled her lingerie tight against her skin to brush their fingers as closely to her pussy lips as possible.

In no time at all, they had removed her bra, though they continued to avoid touching her chest directly. As they touched and caressed her all over, she could see the reflection of herself at times in their bodies and slightly curved faces. They were like living mirrors, casting her near-naked reflection back at her.

It was unnerving having them all looking directly at her. Ruiners possessed no eyes, yet they seemed to focus so intently on her that it was as if they could see into her very soul. She almost wished that they did have eyes, something that she could look into and plead with, some kind of common ground to give the illusion of humanity, the slightest glimmer of mercy. Similarly, they had no mouths, so her own stifled screams and whimpers were the only sounds to be heard. A solitary fingertip trailing down her throat, cleavage, stomach and down to her mound coaxed further moans from Emma.

The fingertip stopped just above her mound, right at the hem of the fabric concealing her intimacy. It moved back up and down so slowly that it kept her mind’s eye on it even while she was massaged all over. Once it finally moved further down, over the material and along her plump curve, she raised her hips to meet its touch.

Instead of a firm touch, the brushing fingertip became a literal brushstroke; every fingertip touching her became like soft bristles. They focused their attention on her chest and inner thighs, all sweeping their fingers up and down as if wielding five paintbrushes on every hand. She loved the softest touches when masturbating and loved using her makeup brush to sweep over her nipples and clitoris. This was driving her mad with arousal, and they knew it.

The fingers swished up and down along the deepest recesses of her inner thighs, up along the sides of her labia, the fine hairs they had formulated brushing her skin softly and sensually. She watched herself in their reflections, arching her chest towards the many fingers sweeping over it, brushing in circles over her nipples and down her body.

The Ruiners ensured that the touches were light enough to set her body alight with a need for more, but not so soft as to tickle her.

Ruiners like to play with their food for a long, long time. After thirty minutes of having brushstrokes lick at every inch, her nipples were stiff while her lingerie seemed to cling to her body like a second skin, soaked with her arousal. The Ruiners had pulled the lingerie as tightly up as possible to ensure her pussy lips were exposed enough to be teased with their fingers directly.

Emma sighed in relief as the last remnant of her lingerie was torn off, exposing her entirely to the horde of Ruiners. While she knew what was coming and dreaded it, she still couldn’t deny the longing within her that they had stirred. Her following attempt to scream out against the hand over her mouth was cut short by the paintbrushes sweeping back and forth over her nipples and clitoris at once.

With only a single digit being needed for each nipple and her clitoris, the rest of the Ruiners simply watched, motionless.

It was eerie being surrounded by tens of figures soundlessly watching her, the centre of the cruellest circle of voyeurs. Yet, she couldn’t stop looking back at herself in their reflective faces and bodies, seeing her most sensitive spots being gently brushed. The vision was so close and detailed, as if they were broadcasting specifically for her. She was certain they were doing this on purpose, as occasionally, the fingers would move away for a few seconds, allowing an unobstructed view of her nipples and clitoris up close. In one of their faces, peering closely between her legs, she could see her clitoris magnified entirely so that she was able to witness it twitching in striking detail. It made her entire body convulse in arousal to see.

Repeatedly, the brushstrokes gained speed over her clitoris, every little swipe pushing back against her clitoral hood and over her bulbous, ripe cherry. When she was close, they knew it and stopped.

Many more of them leaned closer between her legs, while others pushed her head forwards to ensure she was watching as the touch stopped, to watch multiple angles of her clitoris twitch at the lack of friction once more.

They were doing this solely to torment her. They wanted her to watch the torment of her own body parts in the finest detail possible.

For a second, she was glad they couldn’t speak. They were already evil enough without being able to vocalise their intentions. As she thought this, suddenly, she let out a squeal as her clitoris felt a rush of sensation.

The Ruiner that was covering her mouth let go; they didn’t want her crying out for help, but they did want to bask in her pleasure. She panted and moaned as her clitoris was attacked so wonderfully.

The soft, minuscule bristles at the end of the Ruiner’s finger had moved autonomously. Less like a paintbrush and more like living cilia, the fine bristles each wrapped around her clitoris and embraced it tightly, squeezing and massaging the sensitive bead to leave her squealing in shock and delight.

Emma’s nipples received the same treatment. They also pushed her head forwards again, wanting her to watch as her most sensitive points were squeezed and tugged. She had never experienced anything like this before. As she rocked her hips, another Ruiner began sweeping its soft paintbrush-like fingertip over the tip of her clitoris, which was exposed and lassoed by the other.

She felt her moment speeding towards her and knew the Ruiners would be aware of it too. Through touch, Ruiners can sense the experiences of their prey; everything Emma felt, they could also feel

The rush of climax came upon her faster than she anticipated. She knew what was coming, though it didn’t make it any easier to handle.

Just as the first convulsion of orgasm hit her, the Ruiners manipulating her pleasure points stopped in unison, their hive mind at work, leaving Emma untouched save for the Ruiner she was lying on, holding her in place.

She thrashed and cried out in frustration, her orgasm like a forgotten memory lost to the calamity she was experiencing now. Her pussy convulsed as if trying to cope with the loss of sensation. She snapped her legs shut, trying to squeeze her thighs together and gain a little friction, though it was useless. Her orgasm was entirely ruined.

Ruiners pried her legs open while the distant echoes of her climax continued to surge through her body. She cried out, less as a means to call for help and more out of anguish. The Ruiners once again went for her clitoris and nipples, this time pinching her nipples with regularly formed fingers while a paintbrush-like fingertip again swept over her clitoris.

Her body seemed to be obeying their rule over hers. The sexual arousal caused by so many of them being around her meant that she wouldn’t have stood a chance even if she wasn’t so multi-orgasmic.

With only the paintbrush strokes being applied to her clitoris, it was a longer, softer ride towards her peak. Other Ruiners pressed against her mound, pushing back her clitoral hood to fully expose her tenderness to every delicate bristle.

While the teasing was slower, the reflections on their faces showed her clitoris as closely as possible and seemed to slow down the motions so that she could see every single bristle slip up and over her swollen nub. She could see it enlarged enough to be able to witness her own heartbeat twitching back in full view through her clitoris. They wanted to torment her visually as much as physically.

With just the soft motion of the bristles back and forth, it took a while before she felt the ripples of orgasm growing and growing.

Emma couldn’t stop her hips from writhing, wanting more stimulation. The soft touch from the bristles was only barely enough to keep her climbing, though the pinching and pulling against her nipples was welcome. The stimulation of her nipples in this way, while being groped by their firm, powerful hands, and the slow ordeal between her legs meant that she was heading towards a full-body orgasm.

The softness of the paintbrush-like fingertip was agonizingly slow in how it built her towards the climax. It was such a gentle sensation, sweeping up and down, gliding over her jewel as if time meant nothing.

As much as she wanted a firmer touch, the soft bristles, indifferent to her needs, worked her towards her moment. The delicacy of the stimulation dragged things out much longer than before, though it meant that the gradual rise would build to something even more powerful.

She wanted to hold it back, to prevent what was coming, knowing it would be cruelly torn away from her the moment she received it. Yet there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

As gentle as a butterfly’s wing grazing her clit, the paintbrush-like tip fluttered back and forth a little quicker. Emma let out a squeal as the orgasm rose to the surface. She hadn’t climaxed yet, though she wanted to milk as much enjoyment as she could from the current sensation; her entire body felt electrified.

The Ruiners were applying just enough pressure to her nipples while sensing the build-up from the teasing of her clitoris. They wanted to ensure this would be one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced.

Emma was breathing deeply. The blend of slow, delicate stimulation, her helplessness, and knowing that she was the centre of all attention built towards a cataclysmic level of pleasure.

She began shaking before her muscles tensed, and she screamed out so much that one of the Ruiners covered her mouth again. It was a bomb of ecstasy exploding throughout her body without a clear source. Every inch seemed to pulsate as her eyes clamped shut. However, the stimulation stopped instantly once again.

She clenched her teeth and tried to curl up, though the Ruiners kept her arms and legs spread wide so that she had to ensure the full sensation of her orgasm being ruined, to feel every shock of unfulfillment.

All she could do was clench every muscle and grunt in frustration. The most intense orgasm she had ever felt was ripped from her possession and lost forever. She wanted to cry, but felt too empty to do anything other than yell out, “Please!”

As soon as they felt her orgasm wane entirely, the Ruiners quickly went back to work. This time, a firm fingertip pressed directly against her sensitive clitoris, stroking it left and right, though a little more to the left side, just as Emma herself masturbated. The Ruiners could always sense what their prey wanted most through touch and used it against them.

There was no deliberation this time. The Ruiners worked with speed, massaging her body while pinching her nipples hard. The speedy masturbation brought Emma to the brink quickly.

Breathing rapidly, Emma tried again to pull herself free, but they were too strong. She shut her eyes, ready for it.

It launched itself upon her; the orgasm seemed to clutch at her chest and drag her to the heavens for a split second before she was thrown into hell. Being held with her arms and legs spread wide ensured that every unfulfilled orgasmic contraction seemed to be even more devastating. She was being forced to focus more on every sensation. Every twitch and convulsion felt amplified.

The moment the ruined orgasm started to subside, the Ruiners began once again, not giving her a moment to collect herself. They again went for her clitoris, rubbing her in just the right way to bring her to the brink as fast as possible.

This time, she bucked and twisted as much as she possibly could, trying to defend herself from the onslaught, yet they held her down even more tightly to ensure constant sexual friction.

She threw her head back and cried out as the attention to her clitoris thrust another orgasm upon her. Instantly, the fingertip at her clit, the fingers pinching her nipples, and the hands groping her chest and caressing her body all let go, leaving only the Ruiners securing her arms and legs remaining in contact.

She knew better than to beg. She knew that the sexual anguish was their feast and that imploring them would be as much use as talking with the surrounding trees. She needed to fight it. Yet, this time, as the fingertip pressed to her clitoris and as she tried to steel herself against the pleasure, a finger suddenly slipped within her dripping wet entrance.

Her vaginal walls clung to it desperately, as if her body held onto this intruder as its salvation. The finger seemed to morph and elongate, moving in ways no human finger could, as if it were seeking out her most sensitive areas.

Emma tried desperately to think about anything other than the pleasure engulfing her, though the internal and external exploration ensured she never stood a chance.

Her hips rose, thrusting her mound towards the sky as if it were to be blessed by the joy of release. Instead, as the fingers within her pussy, on her clitoris and around her body sensed the first twinge of orgasmic convulsion, they all retreated together in one motion. Instead of rising towards ecstasy, her pelvis pushed up towards the air for a merciful touch, just a little more friction.

Once again, as the hellish emptiness and unfulfillment were barely over, the fingers returned. This time, a pair of fingers explored inside, her pussy clenching around them tightly in an effort to ensure they gave her more. The fingers seemed to form bulbous, textured tips as they pushed upwards, pressing firmly against her G-spot to rub back and forth.

Fingers against her clitoris and nipples did the same thing; the tiny bulbous protrusions seemed to move constantly, ensuring the most minuscule massage against the most sensitive points of her body.

Her eyes were wide with shock at the sensation. Seeing the Ruiners all looking right back at her, able to see her own reflection on their faces, made her feel so on display. The overwhelming sensations and the exposure of being put on display brought her instantly to the pinnacle.

She came hard enough to strain, not to escape, but just to gain some control over the implosion of pleasure that felt like it would break her. Their fingers left her alone, though their grip did not cease.

She yelled out, writhing.

“No, no, no, no, no.”

The Ruiners merely watched silently. Her pussy, as well as what felt like every muscle in her body, convulsed desperately for something more.

The pattern repeated itself again and again, fingerfucked and stroked intensely for a short duration until she came, all for it to instantly stop.

The barrage of ruined orgasms was too much to handle. Unable to control herself, even though knowing it was useless, she broke down and began begging them.

“Please…. Please…PLEASE. Fuck fuck… Please fucking stop. Fuck… Don’t ruin it again… no. No. Arrgggggghhhhh FUUUUUCK. Please don’t do this to me. PLEEEEASE.”

There was no change in their manner at all. One would think they couldn’t hear at all.

But they could hear everything. They delighted in it, making the feast all the better, feeding on every ruined orgasm and squeal of despair.

“No more, no more, no more. Pleeeeeeease. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, no more!!! Stop it! Sto-’’

With her eyes shut tight, wailing to the sky, she hadn’t noticed a Ruiner kneeling before her, having grown a long, rigid length between its legs. Suddenly, it thrust inside her. Her breath caught in her lungs as the joyful penetration made her look down.

It thrust fully into her and stayed still. With no blood supply fuelling it, it remained entirely motionless inside, like a hot glass dildo pressed within.

The Ruiner simply peered at her like the rest, who weren’t even caressing her body this time. They all knelt around her, watching.

She rocked her hips up and down, slamming against the penetrating length, hoping that it might stay in place. Her entire existence right now seemed to be in search of experiencing just one full orgasm.

The cock inside her seemed to adjust itself perfectly, matching every nuance of what felt best, until it became the ideal manhood, one she was now eagerly fucking herself with.

She had stopped begging and screaming, determination fuelling her as her hips continued to slam forwards and back.

Just as she was right there, her pussy tightening and loosening in convulsions around the shaft, the Ruiner suddenly pulled its hips backwards, its cock popping out of her.

Her pussy seemed to open and close in convulsions as if clenching for something more and not understanding why everything had suddenly stopped. Nothing could be crueller than a ruined orgasm. To experience it countless times without rest made Emma weep.

Tears flooded her cheeks as she bawled in absolute frustration.

“Please… l-l-let me… fuck… mercy. Mercy!”

Once again, the phallus pushed at her gates and entered; this time, the Ruiner gripped her hips and took charge to pump inside. Ridges had formed all along the top of the length, ensuring that her G-spot was constantly being stimulated as well through the motion. It was heaven and hell all at once, and again, just as her body was forced to come, it pulled out of her to ruin the moment.

She needed it to stop and would have preferred never to come again if it meant she wouldn’t have to endure this any more.

After numerous ruined orgasms caused by the Ruiner’s cock, after continuing to cry in utter hopelessness and agonising frustration, as the horrifying aftershocks of an unfulfilled orgasm gnawed at her, she was released.

The moment the Ruiners’ hands let go, she curled up as if trying to protect her body from the constant convulsions. She wanted nothing more than to start masturbating, though while still surrounded, she couldn’t risk spending another second with them.

She quickly got up, breathing heavily and shocked to see them simply looking at her, letting her get away.

She bolted off; her will was overcoming the shakiness through her body, dashing towards the nearest tree line without a care in the world about whether it was the right direction. She simply had to get away from them. If she didn’t, she knew she’d succumb to them, forced to endure the torment until she no longer had the strength to run. Her body and mind would give way entirely, drifting off into eternal unconsciousness.

She couldn’t hear them following her, so she sprinted towards the trees in sight. She’d soon be free.

Suddenly, she noticed a strange glimmer in front of the trees and hedges she was heading towards. She stopped in her tracks before them, realising to her horror why it looked like a mirage. A line of Ruiners was blocking her way, their reflective bodies simply setting a trap.

“NO!” Emma breathed out, the word tumbling from her lips.

Utterly defeated and deflated, she remained in place, knowing there was nowhere to run.

Swiftly, she pressed her fingers between her legs and began stroking her clit rapidly, hoping she could give herself at least one orgasm before her torture began anew.

A Ruiner from behind had crept up on her. As it yanked her arms back before she could reach the pinnacle, another Ruiner pressed its hand to her mouth to smother her frantic screams for help.

They had been toying with her, giving her hope of escape and snatching it away just as they had snatched away her orgasms, just as they would soon snatch away more of them…

See the rest of the chapter, along with the rest of the story, in the full novel “The Marks of Eros” on November 21st