I want to tell you about my dirtiest, darkest fantasy. Right now I’m laying in bed. My panties are soaking wet and my stomach aches because I just went through it all in my head and I’m so dangerously turned on. But I decided I’d have to tell you about it first before I’m allowed to do anything about the river between my legs.
It begins in a very clinical place. I’ve been captured and brought to some place,  bright, light and white. I awake in a room and a very kind person (their gender irrelevant) is washing me. I am naked.
They notice I’m awake and begin a thorough examination, they explain that I am here to serve a purpose. During these tests I am not allowed to cum. I am fingered and toyed with objects of various shapes, lengths and textures - in my ass, vagina, mouth, on my nipples and clitoris. Finally I am set onto a machine and made to ride and ride, whilst many people are watching and taking notes, until I’m sure I’m about to burst.
When they see I can stand it no longer I’m led into a chamber of complete darkness. Cleansed of my great dampness, dressed in a thin nightgown and tied to a bed so I cannot relieve myself. I fall asleep. In the fog of dreams and reality I am visited by an incubus. I can’t see anything but there are hands everywhere. It is warm and there are many voices.
I’m soon soaked again. I am filled and emptied repeatedly all while the most salacious things are whispered in my ear. The demon hisses, warning me not to cum. In that darkness I’m untied and made to ride the bedpost (yeah, I’ve come a long way since boarding school). I can’t help myself. The cool of the bulbous metal bedpost, the ache in my calves, the flicking of the demon’s tongue on my clit, the hands on boobs, in my mouth… and I cum. Loudly, painfully, shaking the bed as I do…