pleasuretorture:She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimesthe moaning sounds of fe
pleasuretorture:She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimesthe moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as thehouse of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matterwhat people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken holdafter hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women wholured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though oftenthese tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard thesound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Onceshe entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed readyfor her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth andwelcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards thesepeople who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them,any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or afigment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there tomake use of her. Stripping her down,she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her bodyand mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starvedfor every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinningher down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as ifthey had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whetherthey were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her ownunderstanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested insmothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent,ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they exploredher pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, tofinger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able tooverpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughoutthe night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantlythreatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to makesure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was nevergiven a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, theycontinued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight ofher convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeingthe smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, shebegan to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push theirhands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plentymore opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room,there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning,though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room,naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’tbeen for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream.Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleepin her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would meanthat she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason whythe women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private -- source link