PleasureTorture: The Collected Works

by J Beresford

  The group took such pleasure watching her writhe, watching her not know how to cope. They relished her closing her thighs, pulling against the restraints, throwing her head back, trying with all her might to scream out and beg. The tortured girl was unaware of the stream of tears running down her face; tears which seemed determined to signal to the captors that they had pushed this innocent body too far. All she could think, if thought was an apt enough concept, was of the desperate need to come. Now it was all she existed for, that pure wish of release.

  It might have been easier to handle if it were repetitious, to have stopped her orgasm and then started building back up again. To be kept for what seemed to be hours on the very utmost edge of orgasm and held there, forced to ride it, without the slightest shift in intensity was a different kind of hell.

  Way past the prospect of hope, way past the belief that mercy would come… without warning, it stopped. So lost in agony, the victim almost didn’t realise it. There was little time to comprehend the pause as another spell hit her; a spell which this had all built towards. A shapeless, merciless, cruelly granted surge of white hot orgasm penetrated to her very core.

  The very opposite of the Cruciatus curse, this was a torture all the same. Not the liquid, rising pleasure of masturbation or the blunt, hot pleasure of sex. This was different. It seemed to hold her in its grasp and sap every ounce of control. It was far from relief or mercy, it was pleasure the bordered on pain: an intense constant stab which could not be escaped, no matter how much she screamed or tried to pull herself away.

  The group took turns one after the other with no break in between, casting the same orgasm spell on their pleasure puppet and holding it for as long as they desired. They knew it would only be a matter of time before they were caught, but it would all be worth it for the suffering they were witnessing.

  It would still be hours before anyone would get through the common rooms enchantments they had placed, hours during which they would force orgasm after orgasm from the poor defenceless girl. She could not stop it or fight it; the sweet relief of unconsciousness would not save her. Time after time she came, at first it may have been something akin to pleasure, but soon the sensations were nothing less than torture. She thought she would die from it, but no, that would merely spoil their fun. Besides, she hadn’t yet felt what it would be like when they all cast the spell on her at once…

  The End

  Cheerleading Practice

  Cheerleading practice was long over, though Emma’s workout was only just beginning.

  She hadn’t expected to be asked to come over to Annie’s house, though she jumped at the opportunity to bridge the gap between her biggest rival on the team. Since being picked, Emma had felt much resentment from her team-mates, particularly from Annie; she was unsure whether it was her looks, her acrobatic ability, or the strong bond she alone had already developed with the coach.

  She was just a newcomer and these girls saw her as a threat; they wanted to show her where she stood.

  Under the pretence of wanting to bridge the gap between them, Annie had invited Emma back to her house after training. Little did Emma know that Annie had invited another friend over, both with the same intentions… both waited patiently for their prey.

  The moment Emma entered the bedroom she was surprised to see Tory there as well. Before Emma could ask what it was that they both wanted to talk to her about, Annie pulled her towards them; while the door was behind her and escape was still possible, Emma stayed still, as if trapped by the intense gazes of the two girls before her. Even though she was fully clothed in her cheerleading uniform, Emma felt so on display to the pair of girls in front of her. Yet her embarrassment was not going to end there. Tory and Annie began to comment on how tightly the outfit fit Emma, taking delight in watching her squirm in embarrassment at the revelation of being the subject of such lustful thoughts. They tried to pour as much imagery into Emma’s mind as possible, from the way every team member watches her arch her back in every routine as if baring her body to the world to gaze at and touch, to the way they hold her in split lifts, as if parting her thighs to every spectator to gaze at the slender curve between her legs, all with one thought in mind. Blushing, Emma stood awkwardly; the images in her own mind overcoming her while Annie moved in closer.

  Emma could do nothing while Annie lifted her skirt to expose those tight little panties. What scared her most was the feeling that she wanted to know what they were going to do next, as if being the object of these two girls’ affections was lighting a spark of curiosity within her. The moment she felt Tory’s hand clutch around her wrist, she was sprung back to reality; these girls hadn’t lured her here to entertain her lesbian fantasies, she knew that they solely wanted to dominate her out of jealousy. By the time Tory pulled on her wrist and threw her onto the bed, it was too late to do anything to get away from what they had planned.

  With her wrists pinned down, sensations coursed through Emma that she had never felt before. Yet, they were not unwelcome feelings. Tory kept her pinned down, making the young, petite girl feel more powerless by the second.

  Emma knew from the start that she was fighting a losing battle. The visions in her mind, as if right behind her eyes, told her of humiliation, of loss… yet something much deeper, something less visible, told her of the longings of submission, the joys of giving in. She felt as if these intangible desires were pulled to reality once Annie’s lips locked on hers and her panties pulled down. Emma was helpless against her desires, which felt like deeply held liquid at her core that had finally been let free to seep through her.

  Even though she had spent so long hiding her curiosity, so long wondering how it would feel to be touched more intimately by another girl, Emma still tried to fight against the sensations being forced upon her. She had spent so much time during training feeling those long, slender fingers pressed against her body, feeling the grasp of those hands against her thighs while they held her up, her thoughts had long lingered on experiencing a closer touch.

  Annie and Tory were relishing in the sensations their touches were bringing their little sex toy, the way her body so clearly responded, how she writhed in pleasure against them made it clear that she was all theirs. Her clitoris was so sensitive it made them smile. If it was this tender already, they would have much fun with her once she came. After all, they weren’t just going to make her come; they wanted her to know that they could dominate her any time they wanted…

  This wasn’t just for their sexual entertainment: this was a lesson.

  No matter how much Emma’s internal struggle for control fought against the pair, she was held down firmly by them, unable to control anything being done to her. Her hands held tightly, her legs kept apart, nothing would stop the assault on her soft pussy.

  Fingers curled inside her while another pair of fingers rubbed unstoppably against her clitoris; the pair continued to manipulate their prey, turning Emma’s pleasure into a weapon against herself.

  The intensity too much for her, the joyful eroticism of a girl’s inner lust was replaced with the intense sexuality of her predicament. Her body was simply their plaything.

  After Emma felt like her pussy couldn’t take any more, that it needed to rest, the girls stripped her further. They weren’t done with her yet; they wanted to push her to the very limits, to make her come until she begged them to stop.

  Tory had so often held those legs apart, held them tight while peering along those thighs, trying to maintain the routine while holding back thoughts of wanting to explore that gorgeous body further. Now that the girl was in her grasp, under their control, she would make up for all the times she’d wanted to dominate her. Her hands grasped those ankles tightly, enjoying the straining of Emma against her while her mouth worked tirelessly, sucking on that pussy without paying any attention to how much Emma’s clitoris would be throbbing from such constant, rough attention.

  Everything in her body wanted it to stop, every muscle clenched in def
ence, yet the pair gave her no mercy. The world around Emma soon became a blur; the pulsating surges of pleasure which inflamed her sex were the only things her mind could focus on. Even as the girls completely stripped her, ready to penetrate her and truly claim her as their toy, Emma could merely respond with moans and whimpers of pleasure.

  Her final line of defence told her to try and get away, that she was spent and finished, yet something older and more daring within her kept her motionless; even the struggle against the hands that clenched her wrists was a weak one. Now armed with a dildo in hand, they slid it in slowly; revelling in how her body arched while her sex lips wrapped around it, inch by inch plunging inside her twitching, swollen entrance. She whispered that she had come too much, that her pussy couldn’t handle any more, though it did nothing to stop the thrusting increasing in pace, the wet sounds of the dildo sliding into her, covered in her juices.

  Annie whispered in Emma’s ear, telling her how hot it is to watch her breasts sway with every thrust, to see her go from being the pride of the coach to nothing but a little fuck toy. The image of herself, being taken and dominated like this, almost looking at herself from the view of an observer, made Emma’s pussy convulse around the length inside her.

  Her mind’s eye was pulled back to reality once the attention focused on her poor clitoris once more, already so overstimulated it seemed to resonate throughout her from the slightest touch.

  Even as Emma climaxed, so audibly and visually intense, they did not hold back. Even as she tried to pull them towards her and protect her sensitivity, they made it clear that she would not be given any mercy.

  Annie and Tory kept telling her that things will change, that from now on Emma would know her place within the team… that she is above nobody. As if to make the point clearer, they continued to push her long after she had suffered more orgasms than she ever dreamed she could handle.

  Emma’s punishment for rising above her team-mates was sexual domination, they were going to make it clear that any time she tried to outshine them in practice or on the field, she’d be punished again.

  “If you make us need to punish you again, next time we'll get the whole team involved…”

  The End

  Doctor

  The future and the past all feel like a dreamy haze that merely slipped through her fingers, the only solidity is in the present… the longing, the torment, the unendurable present that consumes her.

  Occasionally the instances that brought her here flash in her mind, an insignificant check-up with the doctor… that check-up which had stirred so much within. She had thought the prescription would be of little consequence, yet the constant arousal within her after taking it seemed to be too out of the ordinary to ignore. When she had brought it up with the doctor at subsequent visits, he simply gave her a short examination, one which involved him touching her more than she had a feeling was necessary; it was as if he could see her thoughts and had delved into those locked away fantasies. After the examination, he’d give her a stronger dose to take, unsurprisingly, it made her even hornier. The more she masturbated, the more the desire seemed to consume her. Day and night, sexual thoughts clouded her mind while the desire to touch lingered without respite. She couldn’t take it, she had to return. She did not even question it when she was asked to change into a gown, as if she were to be staying for a long duration, nor did she question him requesting that she changed there in his office, the idea turned her on even more. All she wanted was for the sensations to die down, yet the thought of his eyes lingering on her made her melt inside, she tried to pretend that it was the prescription that had made her lust after this man even more.

  “Do you feel a heat within your body? Does this turn you on?” his words seemed to still echo; that visit was filled with so much touching, yet she wanted more and more. It was beyond an examination, it became a full exploration of her body, yet not once did she protest, this was something she had dreamed about, something that she’d expected would never be fulfilled in her lifetime, yet here it was, a dream launched into reality.

  She remembers being touched until it was unbearable, until the need to orgasm right there in his office made her whimper the one word “Please!” It made him stop and look at her as if she were a new prized possession, one he had wanted to add to a personal collection for years, a look of victory and fascination. She was too aroused to even object to the restraints he fitted her with, cuffing her to the examination table, all that ran through her mind were thoughts of sexual relief, of fulfilment. Those thoughts still trickle amidst the inferno of desire.

  All day she is teased and tormented, brought so close to orgasm that the need nearly hurts. Her body is like the doctor’s own personal experiment, bringing her to the brink in new ways every time, yet the now overly familiar horror of being left on the edge, in a state of delirious longing, never changes. The medication continues its effect, never letting the feelings dull within her, no matter how many times she screams out and thrusts her hips or arches her back. He keeps her in the restraints all the time, knowing she’d masturbate herself endlessly to orgasm after orgasm the second her hands were free. While being explored by those cruel fingers, she is an addict to the pleasures her flesh has succumbed to, craving for more, just to tip her over; when left alone to fight the urges, she is a writhing mass of desperation and need.

  Cruelly he teases her for so long, treating her like a typical patient, telling her in a painfully relaxed manner exactly where he is touching and what reactions they are getting out of her.

  “Upon sliding back the clitoral hood it can be seen that after an hour of being left without any stimulation, the clitoris continues to twitch of its own accord. I see it makes your back arch and hips rock just by touching it directly for a second. I will trap it between my fingertips and roll it between them for twenty minutes now, stopping at the point of climax and then continuing; your pussy juices are flowing down your thighs once again just at the mention of this, perhaps the drug is having more of an effect than I had anticipated.”

  Just thinking about the things he had said makes her clench her teeth in agonised lust.

  The worst part is when the doctor’s female assistant comes in to bathe and feed her, never touching her more than she needs to and never responding to the pleading that always greets her. Only when the doctor returns does the physical stimulation return again, the steady descent into a living hell of arousal.

  He leaves the keys in sight all the time, just to tease her even when he is not there. Yet sometimes she wonders whether, if she had them, she would truly try to escape. One thing she is sure of though is that once he does let her leave, her mind will never escape from the fantasies instilled in her, she will never be free of the all-consuming desires that she has been locked in here with.

  The End

  Silk garment

  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 those tight little panties made her hunger for the touches against that 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 to 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 panties 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 need more by each second.

  The tingling seemed to increase to a burning need, until moments later it was like she were 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 a 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.