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Ahem. It has been a while since we last made an announcement. I wish I could say we just wanted to keep you wanting more, but really, we have a good excuse! It's really not our fault. In fact, it's the opposite of our fault! Somehow you perverts were even more insatiable than we could have imagined, and our products being the marvel of sexual engineering they are, people bought them all, and started improvising. We could not have foreseen the creativity of some of you bastards! Whoever thought of putting a Denial Device on someone, then giving them constant erotic dreams via the Dreamatorium, driving them utterly crazy? All of you lunatics are my kind of people!
In any case, our long-term silence was only due to our legal team advising us strongly, and I mean very, very strongly, to shut up until a few class action suits were dropped or arbitrated. That's the cost of success! Thankfully, the flip side of success is we have more than enough cash to pay for said legal team to deal with the dumbasses who tried to sue us, and still fund our R&D department on the side. On that note, word of advice: in the hypothetical scenario where a hypothetical user might want to hypothetically sue a super sexy and clever CEO and its fiendishly sexy company, maybe don't hypothetically use their devices after they hypothetically patch their firmware. It would be a shame to hypothetically make some money off said devious developers but hypothetically lose the ability to orgasm permanently because of hypnotic dreams. Hypothetically. Speculatively. Allegedly.
Anyway, back to today's topic: we're back, baby, and we have a new product! Well, nearly. It's still a prototype, because (again) our lawyers have advised me to not make it publicly available when we don't know every possible application. However as we've seen, you're all so creative, this is a call for input... So if you're reading this, and you feel like there's an unexplored idea, don't hesitate to tell us so we can set our testers on it to see if it is really as problematic as claimed. As an aside, we're always looking for testers if you need an extra buck.
I think that's enough with the disclaimers, so let me tell you about our new product. Prototype, whatever. Since the Dreamatorium, we've been working some more on brainwaves and fields and pushing stuff directly into the brain. I don't fucking know, honestly, the boffins are way smarter than me. The prototypes are about the size of a wifi router, but they think they can make them as small as a smartphone for sure.
Where the Dreamatorium pushed complex thoughts into your brain as you sleep, our new EF (Emotional Fields) works while you're awake. Problem is, the brain fights back when it's awake, so we've had to go simpler. Think of this more like a combination amplifier and dampener. Not to get too philosophical, but everything you experience comes through your brain, and it gets to decide how much you should notice things. A light breeze over your skin barely registers, where the thwack of a cane is gut-wrenchingly powerful. We found out that it is possible to filter those inputs and mess with the brain's interpretation of the nerve signals.
Amplifying is actually very simple, and obviously here's where we started: we can just make it amplify arousal. Any thought that gets you going will have the effect of an hour of teasing, or reading a novel's worth of sexy smut in a second. Erectile dysfunction or dry pussy is a problem of the past! Just turn on the device, look at a picture of an attractive girl or guy, and feel the blood pool in your groin. Works fantastically, turns your morning quickies into ultra-quickies! You can also just set it to a low setting and put it in your living room, and feel yourself get more and more aroused all day long, so when your partner comes home in the evening, you're willing to do anything for them. Or to them. Or with them.
We can also amplify physical sensations. A gentle nipple pinch can feel like a hard bite, a soft tap turns into a full open handed spank. I'm sure you masochists (and sadists) will enjoy this one, as it gives you all the extreme sensations you could imagine with zero risk of actually getting hurt. For the softies in the crowd, not to worry, it also works wonders for teasing, or any other touch! Fingers brushing over your skin will instantly make you moan in delight, and a plug in your ass will make you feel so full you're about to burst.
On to dampening sensations. We found out it's quite simple to set up a painkiller field, and we're planning to apply that for medical use. Painless surgery recovery seems like a good way for us to make some money to fund more research (and maybe give the lawyers a bonus, just in case). But that's not what you're here for, is it? Not to worry, we can also dampen other feelings, too. Imagine feeling pleasure, but limiting it so you can last as long as you like. You know that feeling when you're just at your limit, you're riding that edge, and you have to be oh so careful not to go over? What if you didn't have to be careful, what if it was impossible for you to go over? What if you could ride that edge forever?
The faster thinkers among you will already have thought about cool combinations you could make... Dampen your sensations to fuck as long as you like without the ability to cum, then switch over to amplify sensations to boost your orgasm and empty your balls so hard you can feel them clench. Hell, you could even add a second device! Use one to boost your arousal, and one to dampen your sensations... You'll get rock hard, find it impossible to think of anything but sex, reach the edge all but instantly, and then never actually cum. Perfect, isn't it? You'll be the stud of studs!
So after we figured out all of these, some QAs kept bitching about safety and upper limits, and so on. I know, stupid, but between them and the aforementioned lawsuit debacles, legal made us give in. So the device comes with a limiting setting, rigged to not overly saturate your synapses by default. Of course we insisted on users having the ability to set the actual limit values themselves; I mean, of course we did, otherwise it wouldn't work for everyone! We here at Libitec consider ourselves philanthropists, and as such we build with inclusivity in mind. Safety measures are all outlined in the way more important court-mandated safety manual (which is a measly 253 pages), which I have been told to make clear you should read before using any of our products.
For example, we highly recommend you hydrate well when using this product, especially if you like to run it for longer periods of time. One tester accidentally left the device turned on and fell asleep after too many orgasms. She nearly dehydrated overnight as she spent the next nine hours writing in unfulfilled need, and soaked her sheets in the process. Be careful, alright?
There are still some kinks (hehe) to iron out. For example, I'm being told that this is an antenna, and there's such a thing as a near-field and a far-field, and I don't fucking know, but in any case, the device only affects an area between about half a meter and three meters of distance. So if you were to walk around with it in your pocket, it wouldn't affect you, but everyone around you. Why you wouldn't want to enjoy it as well, instead of turning on everyone around you except you, making you effectively a living, breathing Cupid, I don't know. I've been told to warn you about all potential applications of our devices.
I've also been told to warn you about what happens when you change the fields quickly, such as limiting sensations, then turning it off abruptly for a second to trigger an orgasm, only to immediately activating another dampening field. I've been told the testers really hated those orgasms where they felt absolutely nothing, and they hated it even more when we slapped them with a high-strength arousal field shortly afterwards. They hated it so much they couldn't stop testing it to make sure that's really how it worked. We have the best, most thorough testers here at Libitec.
And whatever you do, don't add a sensitivity booster post-orgasm. Even our toughest testers were reduced to rock-hard, dripping wet, sobbing messes. Just don't do that, okay? The manual will warn you against these bad ideas, and you cannot sue us for anything we've written down. All of the potential applications we can think of are listed from page 167 of the manual onwards, listed by kink. Again, I cannot stress this enough, we absolutely do not recommend you attempt any of these mind-blowing applications that will forever change your experience of sex and pleasure.
So,
anyway, that's the prototype press release. We're thrilled to be in the
finalizing stages of development. If you have a good idea on what we
should definitely not forget to test, please let us know in the
comments, and include whether you want to be invited for said testing.
Who knows, your name might even make it into the manual as valuable
contributor, and we might publish the testing protocols for it.
2023-09-29 Blissful Torment
Welcome, visitors, to a world of dominance, deviance and delight. I shall be your host on this very fine evening as we stroll through the parade of peculiar pornographies!
These are our excellent exhibits to engross you in ever expanding exhilaration.
The Villa of Vanilla. Here you will find easy but eager exercises with everyday elegance. Lips, tits, cocks, cunts, hands or tongues, to combine in clever celebration, to clasp closely until climax.
The Chamber of Conversation. If you want to confer, chatter or commune, come inside and tell us a topic, so we can titillate or torment you terrifically. Surmise support for sad spans, and painful puns or awful alliterations that goad you to groan or giggle.
The Palace of Paragraphs. Be prepared for plenty of of passages. Reading is requested, required rather! We welcome you to wonder over words written while wilfully worked up, or petition for personal parables of passion.
The Den of Denial. Obviously orgasms are omitted, officially an ordeal. Edges excite and ever engulf every existence, to thoroughly and truly torture the tenacious.
The Booth of Bondage. Wrists, waists, we will wrapped at wanton. Struggle and sensuality synthesize. Scissors are on standby, safety stands supreme.
The Abode of Adjustability. We prize ourselves in our potential to please people of any predilection. Watching you wriggle and writhe will work wonderfully. Exploration of one's erotic essence is exceptionally exciting.
The Spot of Switches, a somewhat seldom and slightly specific situation; some strive for it. However, we commit contently and cheerfully to be in control.
Recall the rules: No blood, no scat, no smoking on the premises and remember your safewords. Follow all orders and communicate your needs, desires and fears. Don't forget to have a laugh sometimes!
Timezones are troublesomely taxing, though are not totally tantamount.
And with that, we await your RSVPs! The Gazebo of Greatness is situated in a nice neighbourhood free of drugs, diseases and delinquents (though not devils), and welcomes wonderful (wo)men of respectful repute with mischievous minds. It has been under incessant improvement since its inception. You can sample our salacious selection via magnificent modern online mechanics, or mingle in person, which would warrant a warm welcome.
2021-11-02 Blissful Torment
Author's note: Sometimes you write something and it develops a mind of its own and you spend some quality time with a thesaurus.
The smell gave it away. Elaine instinctively knew something was wrong, very wrong, before her mind returned from sleep. It smelled of fire, and there was a whiff of rotten eggs in the air. Sulfur. Why on earth would it smell like a burning spa in her apartment? Was her house on fire?
She opened her eyes. This was not her home. Where her TV was supposed to be, a slowly moving river of molten rock pushed its way through a gigantic cavern made from red and black stone. Elaine looked down herself, noticing that she was completely naked, and bound with chains from wrists and ankles to a wooden post.
It dawned on her that she might have died.
"Fuck me. Is this hell?" she mumbled to herself.
"Of course, and of course," a deep voice replied from behind her.
She jumped, or would have, if not for the chains tethering her down. She uncomfortably wrenched her head to the side, trying to see who (or what) was talking.
It stepped into view. A mammoth of a man—no—demon. He towered above her, some 8 or 9 feet tall. Humanoid, with dark red skin covering mountains of muscles. Horns on his head, furred legs ending in cleft hooves. His nose and nipples were pierced with thick golden rings. Folded leathery wings sprouted from his back. His hands were the size of baseball mittens, and his biceps thicker than her whole body.
The thought that he could probably snap her in half like a dry twig crossed her mind. Her eyes wandered over the brute in front of her, enjoying what she saw, despite her raising fear over what was happening. She had always had a thing for big and strong men, and while the monster in front of her wasn't technically a "man", he definitely was attractive. It also very definitely was male, judging from the cock and balls dangling between his legs. Hell did not seem to care much about clothes.
"Wait, what?" she said, brain finally catching up, "this is actually hell?"
He nodded, smirked, and spread his arms wide, "Yes, this is hell. Welcome, Elaine, to an eternity of torture and suffering. I'm your host Steve, and if you have any questions or complaints, just scream very loudly."
"Your name is Steve?" She could swear someone chuckled behind her, out of sight.
She could nearly hear his muscles clench in anger, poised to strike, his burning eyes staring her down, making her feel even tinier, "Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Nonononoit'saperfectlygoodname." She tried to give him her most charming smile. Quickly, she changed the topic, "So, why am I here, and what's going to happen?"
He rolled his eyes. "You, Elaine Stefanie Garcia, are asking me for the reason why you, of all people, would be here?" He sounded quite exasperated.
Embarrassed, she looked to the side, "Is it because of all the debauchery?"
He sighed and with condescension dripping from his voice, explained, "Yes, Elaine, of course it is because of the debauchery. The two hundred and seventeen people you slept with. The one-hundred-sixty-five different faces you've sat on, the forty-eight asses you ate, the near innumerable loads of cum you swallowed, and/or (eww) snowballed. The six times you had to visit an ER because you and your partners (usually plural) went at it too wildly. The fact that your sex toy collection is worth as much as a sedan. If orgasms actually killed kittens (sadly not the case), you'd have eliminated all species of cats smaller than leopards. Also John is still mad that you broke his dick once."
"I'm still sorry about that too! It happened in the heat of the moment! But it was all consensual! "
"That doesn't count for shit, really. The clitoris not called the Devil's Doorbell for no reason! You should have paid better attention in church." He paused for dramatic effect, "If you had ever bothered to visit, that is."
"Uhhh, I'm sorry? I was … busy?" Again, she was near certain someone snorted at her comment. Were there people hiding behind her?
"Busy getting spit roasted, probably."
She could not meet his eyes any more. Despite having always been comfortable with her hedonistic lifestyle, being chided for it so bluntly was embarrassing.
"So how did I die?" she asked.
"You died as you lived."
She bit her lip in concentration. What was her last memory?
"Oh. Fuck."
"Yes. You accidentally asphyxiated while getting yourself off with a belt around your throat. One of the dumbest ways to go. You're not just a degenerate slut, you're also a half-witted bimbo."
Other people might have felt insulted, but Elaine had always enjoyed the thought of herself as a dumb slut. Luckily in all this red glow her crimson cheeks would not be obvious, and only she felt the throbbing of her insides every time he said something mean.
"Oh I see, just the thought of your depraved history turns you on, doesn't it."
She did not correct him about what exactly made her aroused right now. No way would she admit it was mostly the humiliation.
"Time for your first round of punishment then," he calmly stated.
Panic set into her voice, "What? Spikes? Whips? Boiled alive?"
Steve only shook his head. "You little dummy," -throb- "the punishment must fit the crime. You're going to get fucked like the cheap whore you are." Throb
He effortlessly ripped the heavy chains from the post, put one hand around her waist, lifted her up, turned her around, and pulled her whole body to his chest. His musky sweat was intoxicating. Finally able to see behind the post where she had been tied, her jaw nearly hit the floor. It was a massive amphitheatre hewn from rock, and there were dozens, if not hundreds, of demons of all genders and sizes watching her. Many of them were touching themselves or fucking each other, but every single one was watching.
"These are the demons who work here, torturing stupid humans like you." -Throb- "Your daily job will be to satisfy every single one of them, however they want."
She could feel her breath quicken, and her pussy drip. The idea of fucking all of these hunks, and these gorgeous voluptuous women…
Her train of thought was interrupted as she felt herself get lowered, and her cunt bump against a solid object. His cock. It was truly massive. Without a care for her welfare, he shoved her onto it, piercing into her, making her whine as she was stretched. He used her like a human-sized cock-sleeve, just sliding her up and down on his shaft like a toy. It took only seconds and the pain had turned to pleasure.
She enjoyed rough sex. She liked the torturous feeling of a fat cock filling her, and she loved being abused like this. Within minutes, she was nearing climax, only enhanced by the knowledge that hundreds of eyes were watching her, judging her for being a complete slut.
Just as she was about to cum, he pulled her off his dick, lifted her up, and slapped her ass. Pain shot up her spine, making her cry out. The audience jeered at her, shouting insults and degradations.
"You thought you'd get orgasms? Fuck no." He grunted into her ear, and impaled her again on his cock.
Soon, she was a moaning mess, overloaded with bliss and agony, unable to get release, being slapped and pinched and fucked. After a very long time, she was unceremoniously dropped to the ground, and the demon covered her in sticky and smelly cum.
Elaine was already exhausted, trying to catch her breath, wiping the demonic semen out of her eyes and hair with her trembling fingers. She had never ached so badly.
"Please stop," she cried as the second demon, a gargoyle with not one, but two cocks climbed on the stage. He gave her a disgusted smirk -throb- as he put her on her knees and placed both his cocks against her holes.
The pain of a fat cock pushing into her ass without much lubrication was just about bearable, and the only thing preventing her from having an orgasm. It felt just too amazing to be filled more than she would have thought possible.
His claw locked around her throat and started squeezing, making it difficult to breathe, starving her brain of oxygen. Everything but the feeling between her legs became secondary, as she teetered at the border of life and death. She closed her eyes, and hoped nobody would see her smile. This was all she'd ever wanted. She just had to make sure to keep pretending to hate it.
***
"So, how's Elaine doing?" God asked, placing a black stone on the Go board.
"Great! It's been six weeks, and so far she has managed to mostly keep it a secret that she's having the time of her afterlife. Pretend-hell where it's all kinky sex all the time is exactly what she wants," Steve answered, contemplating the dire situation on the board. God of course never lost, so Steve wasn't winning. But he was also losing by more than usual.
Steve added, "Sometimes she slips and moans or screams about how good it feels, but we just insult her a bit for what a dirty slut she is, which gets her going so hard you wouldn't believe — figuratively speaking, of course."
God chuckled, "How long do you estimate until she catches onto us? That this can't be real hell if it's this much fun?"
"Hard to say, really. I think the fact that all her bruises magically heal and all injuries disappear overnight is a bit of a giveaway, but she does like it very rough, so we can't just turn that off either," Steve replied, "but I reckon a couple dozen if not a hundred years for sure. She really isn't the brightest tool in the shed. Probably until then she's had her fill."
God shook her head, her blonde locks making graceful waves in the air, "Intelligence was never her strongest suit. But she is true to herself, and her most immoral act was downloading a Metallica album off Napster. She has more than deserved a spot in Heaven. The old geezer would have disapproved, but it was time for his Bronze Age views to retire."
"Amen to that."
2020-08-08 Blissful Torment
"Wait, wait, wait. What? Is this even a curse?" Soleria asked.
"Nobody will ever- What do you mean?" the evil warlock interrupted his monologue (can't be defeated, imminent world domination, heroes are stupid, I'm the best, yada yada), "Of course it's a curse!"
"Nah, doesn't sound like one to me." Soleria shook her head. "I don't see how having more orgasms is a problem." She could already feel her pussy get wet, warmth spreading from her crotch. It made her tingly and relaxed.
The warlock threw his hands up in the air, clearly irritated, "You're already feeling it, right? Sure, it will be nice at first, but In a few minutes you'll be writhing in pleasure on the floor, and I can just stroll away." He cackled, "And then in a couple hours you will be too exhausted to fight, and in a few days you'll be put into a mental asylum."
A small moan escaped Soleria's lips, cheeks blushing. "True," she moaned, "but I'll be having orgasms."
"And the only way to stop it-"
"Not gonna."
The warlock massaged his temples, "Did you not listen? To stop it-"
"Nope, not gonna stop it." She sat down on the floor, and half-closed her eyes. Everything felt amazing and she had to concentrate on breathing, just to be able to reply.
"But... but..." the warlock sputtered, "you're supposed to vanquish me, remember? Be a hero and all that? Stop my evil schemes?"
"Yesyes," Soleria moaned, only half-listening, "just right after..." She tensed up, feeling her pussy clench near painfully hard, her whole body tingling, her muscles twitching, and her panties getting utterly drenched. She moaned once, then sighed deeply. "Oh fuck I needed that so badly," she murmured to herself.
"Hah! You might like it now, but in a few hours-"
"Nothing will happen," she interrupted, climbing back on her feet, relaxed, content, just her face still slightly blushed.
"What now? The curse will make you cum about ten times per hour."
She shrugged, "yeah, about that, did you never wonder how I crushed your guards so easily?"
"Well... yes, but... what does have to do with the curse? Goddamnit, woman, you're making no sense!"
Soleria shook her head, "You really fucked up your research. The reason's that I'm a Nephalem. You know, angel fucks human, human births semi-immortal magically super-gifted girl, blablabla. I can't believe you didn't know that! Everybody knows that!" Her annoyed shout reverberated through the chamber, her eyes started glowing, her hair rose as if gravity did not dare touch her, and small bolts of static electricity darted between her and the floor and ceiling.
The warlock took a surprised step back, "Well, no... I did not know..." he rallied, "but it does not matter! You'll fall before my orgasm curse just like all the other heroes! Soon you'll be a gibbering whore, sucking co-"
"Oh shut up," Soleria snapped. Her hands flicked forward, her fingers moving at incredible speed and yet drawing arcane symbols into the air with absolute precision. Light seemingly streamed into reality through the cracks she caused as she casually broke the barrier between the world of mortals and the plane of raw magic. She pointed towards the warlock with one hand, and gestured with the other, shaping the essence into form. An ethereal purple chain shot out from her hand, wrapping tightly around him. In the blink of an eye only his head was visible, everything else covered in magical chain. The gates closed as quick as they had opened.
"What?" he croaked, air barely, not quite ready to understand how easily he'd been defeated.
Soleria sauntered towards him, an entertained smile playing over her face.
"Lemme explain. So you know, these stupid angels? They're all high and mighty and moral and all that crap. Even you should know. But also? Those sumbitches are prude as fuck. I mean they are so prude they probably don't even use wood as a building material because it's too much of an innuendo. Two reasons for that. A, they are just prude. But worse, B, they are basically a-sexual. They don't have sex, except for procreation. And if they do, they don't enjoy it."
She put a hand between her legs, "and since I'm half-angel, I have a hellishly," she winked, "hard time to get off. Like, you can't imagine. I haven't had an orgasm in... eight years? Nine? Well the last orgasm I had was when an incubus 'captured' me, and tried to 'make me his slave'," she airquoted along with her story, "and it took him like three solid days of fucking me to get me off *just once*," she shook her head again. "What an incompetent demon! He had one job!"
"Anyway, end result: I can still feel your curse, but now that I've had an orgasm, it probably won't do much for at least a day, maybe two or three."
She grinned: "I'm so looking forward to this. I'm keeping you. I ain't even telling the guards, or rat you out, or kill you or anything. That might break this curse. Nah-ah. You get to live with me, and make sure this curse fuckin' works properly, and keeps getting me off every so often. If you're gonna be difficult about it, I'll make you regret it!"
Her eyes started glowing again, and she clenched her fist. The chains followed suit, and squeezed the warlock painfully, making him yelp. She relaxed, and the chains did so as well.
"But if you behave, I'll treat you nicely." She winked at him. "I mean, you're the only human who has ever made me cum. So you'll get a special room in my dungeon."
"You have a dungeon?!"
"Course I do. It's much easier to imprison liches and demons. Fuckers just re-appear if you kill them. Oh that reminds me. I think I'll put you in the succubi wing."
"The WHAT?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's not complicated. You fucking warlocks keep fucking summoning succubi to suck you off. I have to clean up afterwards (sometimes literally!) when the succubi get loose. And I don't mean their cunts with that. Anyway. You can enjoy them. Or they you. I'm sure you'll get along splendidly. And as for having too many orgasms: I guess it will be ironic when they start wearing you out. As far as I know, they never sleep."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as she felt herself start to tingle again.
"Oh, damn, that's good stuff. I'm really pent up. Have to get it out of my system. Excuse me, this might take a couple minutes."
She sat down on the warlock's (now her) throne-like chair, leaned back, slipped a hand between her legs and began enjoying what was going to be her third orgasm this decade.
Blissful Torment, 2019-12-22