Orgasm Torture By J-Cal Submitted: February 26, 2010 Updated: June 16, 2016 A story about a young man captured by the demoness race to serve as their eternal sex-toy and source of "food". Provided by Hentai Foundry. http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/j-cal/3477/orgasm-torture Chapter 1 - The First Hour 3 Chapter 2 - A Long Night 7 Chapter 3 - Building 12 Chapter 4 - Hunger 18 Chapter 5 - Toys 25 Chapter 6 - The Apprentice 32 Chapter 7 - A Moment's Respite 38 Chapter 8 - Her Will Be Done 44 Chapter 9 - Declaration 49 Chapter 10 - Confession 54 Chapter 11 - Damp Sensations 61 Chapter 12 - Supervised Threeway 68 Chapter 13 - The Cell and the Guards 75 Chapter 14 - Throne 83 Chapter 15 - The Young Ones 90 Chapter 16 - Lina 96 Chapter 17 - Tables Turned 105 Chapter 18 - Sex Slaves 114 Chapter 19 - Sensory Overload 121 Chapter 20 - Rough Play 129 Chapter 21 - Triple Trouble 135 Chapter 22 - Abduction 141
Chapter 23 - Mother 147 Chapter 24 - A Different Experience 157 Chapter 25 - Reward 164 Chapter 26 - On the Edge 171 Chapter 27 - Dominance 177 Chapter 28 - The Night Before 182 Chapter 29 - A Week in Training 188 Chapter 30 - Orgasm Torture 195
1 - The First Hour I don't know how I ended up here. I'd been walking home from town in the biting chill and rain, hurrying along to avoid being exposed to the razor winds for more than what was needed. I had entered my front door, then nothing. I don't know if I blacked out or of something made me black out, all I knew is that I wasn't home anymore. I was inside a softly illuminated room, lying on my back in a large, soft bed. And I couldn't move. A young, beautiful and naked girl - apparently she intended to be without clothes- with cascading curls of silver had introduced herself as Krissa and my captor. Though I was still hazy from whatever had knocked me out, I started to become very nervous, and the fact that I was tied down didn't help. Krissa told me I shouldn't resist and save my strength. You're going to need it. She had said. She also informed me of her nature. Apparently she was a demon, and I would have laughed even to entertain that idea under other circumstances, but Krissa's glowing, red eyes and wolf-like teeth had me quiet. Why am I here? I said, unsure of what else to comment on. The demoness smiled - a hungry smile, I noticed, but for what? - and climbed into the bed. Because I'm going to play with you she growled softly. Upon seeing my insecure, slightly terrified expression, she asked You think you're the unlucky one? in an erotic, yet menacing voice as she gazed into my eyes with her own crimson, terrifying orbs. She looked over at Lina on the other side of the room. She's been here for nearly two hours already. She grinned, displaying her vampiric teeth in the dimmed light of some unseen source. The dark haired demoness was lying on her back on a padded table. Tight rope had been fastened around both her thighs, and the same rope was used to tie the middle part of her legs that had been tightened to plaster the underside of her legs against her thighs. Another set of ropes was fastened around the rope that connected her legs and thighs and used to pull the legs wide open whilst secured to the underside of the table, leaving Lina's shaved womanhood exposed and on display. Her arms were tied similarly like her legs, and secured under her head to the table, leaving all of her limbs completely immobile. Her mouth was opened around a large red ball-gag slathered with her own saliva that was fastened around her head, and all her yelps and whimpers were effectively muted into muffled groans. Her pussy was leaking, and it ached from overstimulation, her ragged breath making her large, exposed breasts jiggle slightly. What really made this more than Lina could take was the vibrator. A rod with a vibrating and rotating round head had been fastened to a short pole that stuck up from the foot of the table, and angled so that the head was trained on the poor demoness' swollen clit and labia, making her cum often without pause. The device itself looked akin to some human contraptions which purpose was the same, but the design and general look made me state that it was indeed demonically fashioned. Lina tried to shriek through the ball-gag as another orgasm ravaged her, the vibrator never ceasing to
stimulate her worn womanhood, inflicting as much pain as it did pleasure on the sobbing demon. Her eyes watered as much as her pussy, and with a grin, Krissa made it quite clear that Lina would not be getting any sort of reprieve anytime soon. In fact, the silver haired demoness had instructed one of her female protã gã es to come by in a little while to help the vibrator pleasure Lina further. The nubile, silver haired demoness turned her attention back to me, making sure that I - like Lina - could not escape her talons. I was lying on my back in Krissa's very large canopy bed, both arms and both legs securely tied to the four bedposts in each corner. Yes, like Lina, I was very much unable to move, but unlike Lina I hadn't been gagged. I suspected that was only for the moment. Krissa was on all fours between my legs, her huge breasts hanging down between her arms. Looking at me, smiling, she said Now, where were we. She leaned in close towards my cock, which unfortunately/fortunately - I didn't know which - was semi erect already, a reaction from both seeing and hearing the tied down demoness on the other side of the room cum and whimper over and over again, and also from being presented with Krissa's sublime body in all its naked glory. Like Lina, Krissa's body had every curve down to an art. A perfect art. Her butt was tight and shapely, her figure a perfect hourglass and her breasts large, soft and perfectly rounded. I'll begin the `natural' way she grinned wickedly, giving me a good view of her sharp fangs as she brought her wet tongue out of its home. Immediately when she barely touched it to my cockhead I started gently shifting in my restraints. Smiling as we heard Lina being forced to yet another orgasm, her womanly fluids starting to drip off from the padded table to the floor, Krissa started working me, her tongue only just touching my hardening meat as it went from head to balls several times, up and down, sometimes stopping to give the more sensitive places around my head and glans a little extra attention, but the way she touched me she might as well have been using the very tip of a thin feather. It was maddeningly teasing, but it saw my manhood stretched to its fullest within a minute. There we go she purred, using one finger - and I was scared of her sharp talon - to gently rub the tip of my cockhead, spreading the small amount of pre-cum around in small circles. nice and hard. Now resting on her knees and elbows - giving Lina a grand view of her shapely buttocks and shaved pussy had the continuously cumming demoness been able to focus enough to see it - Krissa used one hand to take a surprisingly tender hold of my balls, cupping them and massaging them expertly with gentle gestures. I groaned with my mouth closed, attempting not to give the demoness the satisfaction of hearing me grunt, and then felt Krissa's other hand take a firm grip around the base of my cock. She starred at me with those red eyes, smiling that smile of hers that told me that she had plans, plans I'd learn as she went along. I'll start slow, in the background Lina was letting out another gagged moan, building you up, and then the real fun begins. My stomach churned when she spoke, for though she spoke with a soft, sultry voice, there was an undertone of something wicked, something that made me believe that all this was for her pleasure more than it was for mine.
Here we go opening her mouth and moving in closer, she started taking me inside. I was terrified of her vampire-like teeth, scared to death that they were going to scrape along my cock, or worse, stick them in and start sucking blood out. But none of her fangs touched me, she moved down on my shaft expertly, not closing her mouth until her lips touched the base of my shaft, and I felt myself deep in her mouth and throat with her tongue starting to rub against the underside of my manhood. It felt incredibly good, and it didn't take more to make me groan aloud as she slowly started sucking me, and pulling her lips achingly slow up my shaft. When nothing but the head of my cock remained in her mouth, I felt her tongue rub against the very sensitive raphe that connected the underside of the cockhead to the underside of the shaft, and it had me groaning again. She has done this before, I thought, inhaling sharply as she slowly moved her mouth down my shaft again, plunging my cockhead into the waiting muscles of her warm throat. Krissa continued deepthroating me for a while, sucking expertly and using both hands to cup and massage my balls, as if asking to produce more cum. Often I heard Lina, still helplessly strapped down to the table moaning and sobbing as she came over and over, and as her entire body trembled from incredible pleasure and unbearable pain she would sometimes try to call out to Krissa, begging her to stop the vibrator. Krissa, of course, ignored her stifled cries, content on tormenting me with the most incredible blowjob I'd ever gotten at the slowest pace imaginable. Every now and then she opened her eyes to look at me, making me go crazy as mine connected with hers and somehow forcing me to - some kind of demon magic, I supposed - keep looking at her gorgeous face whilst she was sucking me up and down and caressed my balls. When she released my gaze, my head slumped backwards onto the pillow as I let out another long moan of frustrated bliss. Sometimes she gave me a feel of a true demon's tongue, for when she had my shaft about three quarters into her mouth, I felt something moist and warm cling to the rest of my shaft and poke at my balls. When looking up I saw what I thought was one part disturbing and two parts insanely arousing. Keeping my cock in the same depth in her mouth, Krissa's tongue had slid out of her mouth and was licking my lower shaft and the tip was playing with my nuts, displaying an impossible length, before it snaked back into her mouth and her slow bobbing continued. This is torture! I yelled in my mind. Krissa was so incredibly adept at giving head, yet she refused to make me even close to orgasm, just keeping me feeling heavenly sensations as she slowly, sloooowly built me towards said orgasm, slobbering my cock and testicles with warm saliva. One of her hands kept playing with my balls, and the other - using some of the excess spit to lube itself - was tickling the sensitive area between my scrotum and anus, only adding to the overall intensity, and making me cry out again. Krissa smiled with my member in her mouth, and kept sucking. Garrrrhhghh..!!! Lina, sweat-drenched and exhausted, cried into the ball-gag as she was forced into yet another climax, her body shaking violently on the table as her watery eyes closed tightly shut, doing her best to weather another extreme orgasm that wreaked havoc on her senses and body, panting and gasping for air. Though a demon was superior to a human in every way, Lina knew even she would soon pass the point of no return and pass out, then remembered - with added dismay - that Krissa had cast a spell over her that would ensure she couldn't faint no matter what, just as she had cast an enchantment over this room that denied any other demon inside to use his or her own powers, leaving Krissa the dominant one without challenge. Sobbing in overwhelming bliss and sparking hurt as the relentless torture-device kept stimulating her sore, leaking pussy, Lina began dreading the next orgasm. And the
next one, and the next one, and the next one I don't know for how long I lay like this, terrorized by the most wonderful sensation I had ever felt in my entire life. Though Krissa had moved on from leaving me lingering at the halfway point, she was now insistently keeping me on the verge of orgasm without letting me, which left me shifting often in my bonds, my mind filling with nothing but let me cum! I suddenly felt myself race towards the finish line, and the reason was Krissa's increased tempo. She was deepthroating me at a menacing pace, her head bobbing up and down violently, making my cock plunge into the deepest recesses of her mouth and being taken out again every second as one of her hands stroked my shaft in tune with her mouth, and the other rubbed my balls with expert touches. Closing my eyes and clenching my jaw tightly, I was almost certain the demoness was going to stop this heavenly blowjob just before I came, and then I noticed she wasn't, increasing the stimulation of her mouth and hands which had my breath increase at an alarming rate. I'mhhh I-hhm cumming! I groaned loudly as a mind shattering orgasm ravaged me, the painful minutes of being denied release intensifying my sensations `till I saw stars and thrashed on the bed. As I came, Krissa latched herself on the base of my shaft, humming with delight as my cum filled her throat as her hand kept kneading my balls. When the spurts of semen started to dwindle, she bobbed her head up and down quickly and used both hands to jerk me off to force whatever cum was left out me, sucking mightily and having me moaning loud and toss about in my bonds at the intensity of the orgasm, leaving me trembling and heaving for air. Mmmmmh I knew I made a good choice picking you. Krissa laughed and gave my over-sensitive cockhead a kiss. You taste so delicious I panted, trembling with a myriad of powerful sensations, relieved of finally being able to cum from the most amazing head I had ever received. The demoness started to slowly stroke my shaft again that showed no signs of softening, and the post-orgasmic sensations made Krissa's touch one part enjoyable and two parts unbearable, especially since the red-eyed demon seemed to know just where to put more pressure to intensify my stimulation and senses. I admit the first round is the most selfish one, Krissa said. as it is only meant as a taste-test, which you passed with flying colors. She giggled, more to herself I supposed as she firmly kept stroking me. I didn't know what she meant by the first round, but I had a growing fear she was going to show me without me having to ask. Now we have to establish how long you can last she grinned ominously. Behind Krissa, Lina came again.
2 - A Long Night Still recovering from the massive climax forced on me by Krissa, I had finally settled down in my bonds as I got my breathing under control. Krissa had decided to pay her other thrall a little visit on the other side of the room, leaving me alone to recuperate for a little while. Though she was exhausted from cumming countless times without reprieve whatsoever, Lina realized - between her muffled shrieks of stinging agony and the sweetest bliss - that though she wanted to be released and away from the infernal vibrator's reach more than anything, another part of her was yelling More!, which had her worried that the continuous cumming made her delusional or even mad. Every time another orgasm approached she would close her teary eyes shut with dread, but inside of her bound body anticipation for the pleasure that would come with the pain threatened to overshadow the fear of said pain. Krissa was manipulating her, Lina knew, confusing her as to what she really wanted or not. Over her, the silver-haired demoness grinned frighteningly at her. Poor little Lina... she murmured, stroking the bound demoness' sweaty black hair as she watched her mouth open and close around the saliva-slathered ball-gag. It hurts so good, doesn't it? Lina tried to force herself to respond, but all that passed her ball-gag were incomprehensible grunts courtesy of the vibrator between her legs. But not nearly enough. Krissa giggled, and bent down under the table. Though she wanted to see what Krissa was doing, on account of the way her hands were bound behind her head and fastened to the table, she couldn't move her head much, and the coming of another orgasm had her mind trapped with the approach. Rising back up, Krissa held two orb shaped objects in her hand. The spheres had a deep purple tint, and were no bigger than a grape. Upon seeing them, Lina's watering eyes opened in fear, and she shifted forcefully in her restraints and shaking her head as much she could, the fear of a mere orgasm forgotten upon seeing the cordless vibrators in her captor's hands. Oh yes. Krissa smiled contently. Let's give your tender, neglected nipples a little stimulation as well. She giggled, a sound Lina felt was more ominous than anything else. Bending down, Krissa gave both of Lina's tender, hypersensitive nipples a series of long kisses and licks, granting Lina her next orgasm a little faster than what just the vibrator would have accomplished. Screaming into the red gag as her mind flashed white, Krissa placed each of the orbs on Lina's trembling breasts, fastening them to the nipples with something as mundane - for a demon - as tape, a cross shape holding each of the balls in place. Running a finger over each of the small globes and emitting a small magical spark with them, the vibrators churned into life, vibrating steadily and insistently. Still struggling with her last orgasm, the bound demoness cried another hushed moan as her sweat-coated breasts now were given the same relentless treatment as her overstimulated and leaking pussy. Had she been human, Lina might have perished from dehydration, but a demoness had little to fear from such. Content that her female prisoner could be left unattended again, Krissa turned and headed back to me,
still bound in the bed but oddly drawn to the spectacle before me on the far wall. As I said... Krissa purred, almost sweetly as she crawled back into bed and settling on her knees between my spread legs. Unfortunately, I noticed, my rigid cock seemed without will to soften even a smidgeon after my hard cumming....now I'm going to establish how long you can last before you orgasm... she stated, shifting to kiss my mouth, very tenderly, which I found unexpected from a woman - or rather demon - like her. And the way we do that, she ran her dexterous tongue over my chest and belly - purposely avoiding my cock that lay stretched over me - as she moved her head away from mine. Is like so. She smiled as she wrapped her large breasts around me, fishing up my dick to stand betwixt her womanflesh. Her warm, soft breasts squeezed against my cock, the head barely poking out of her cleavage. God they feel heavenly! I thought, well aware of the irony of describing something a demon could do with a metaphor pertaining to the kingdom of God. Try not to hold back. The silver haired demoness said with that ominous tone of hers, eyes on my cockhead as she let a long string of spit lube it. If you do my test won't be accurate. Pressing her breasts against my hard manhood with her hands, Krissa started moving them up and down in a slow pace, spreading the fresh saliva inside her cleavage and on my cock. It felt incredible beyond belief. She was expertly kneading my meat with her soft mounds, keeping a steady pressure and moving them up and down with her hands, maintaining a very slow pace, but the pressure of her breasts and of the warmth of her bosom left me with no illusion: I wasn't going to last long. I whimpered with delight, tugging gently on the ropes that held my wrists as the red-eyed demoness titfucked me. She looked at me all the time as she stroked my boner with her heavy chest, apparently taking much pleasure from looking at my squirming face as my head would roll from one side to the other, controlled by the sensations that shot from the tip of my cockhead to every finger and toe in my body. I noticed that Krissa was playing with her hardened nipples as she worked on me, and I saw a depthless hungriness in her eyes; the demoness bringing out her tongue to lick her own lips as her breasts kept slowly pumping my shaft. After a little while - the short time it took Lina to reach another two orgasms - Krissa felt the need to re-lube my cock. Without stopping the persistent strokes of her breasts, she bent her neck slightly and let another good drop of saliva hit my cockhead, which was quickly picked up by her breasts when they came up, dragging the spit with them and applying a fresh coat to my hard rod on the way down. She noticed the disappointment in my eyes, as I had hoped to see the demoness close that wonderful mouth of hers over my manhood again to add to the already fantastic feelings the tit-job were giving me. She just smiled, shaking her head as she licked her lips once more as if to say Nu-uh... Behind Krissa, Lina was tossed over the peak of another soul-crushing climax. Had she could move, she would probably have shrivelled into a little ball to shield herself from anything touching her. Instead, she could only lie still despite the muscles in her arms and legs tightened as they tried to do anything at all, but found that they could not just as they hadn't for over three hours when Krissa had strapped Lina to this table. Her body trembled sharply with the vibrator on her clit and pussy keeping up its unrelenting motion. It ground and shook the bound demon's throbbing womanhood that had long since passed the
point of willingly reaching orgasm, and was instead dragged through forced orgasm upon involuntary orgasm, and with the added shakes of the orbs fastened to her nipples every climax felt as though it would knock Lina out. Her pussy sent sparks of lightning through her from head to toe, passing by the nipples to pick up more force before continuing up and down Lina's tied down form. She shook all over, her breasts heaving and sinking raggedly, her heart thundering against her chest and her crying eyes staring straight up at the poorly lit ceiling as she bravely weathered the current orgasm, fighting to keep control over her breath, too exhausted to properly moan. Instead, her hurting jaw merely mouthed around the ball-gag, silent whimpers and begs for relief falling upon selectively deaf ears. As the orgasm died down, Lina managed to blink and relax in what small way she could, knowing all too well that the three vibrators would see her to another orgasm in no more than a minute. Half an hour ago the black-haired demon had still been able to hear what happened around her; her own cries of pain and pleasure, the slow drips of her cum falling off the table to the floor, and the occasional grunt from Krissa's human captive. Now, all she could hear were the vibrators, the trembling of the devices upon her making her deaf and blind to anything but her own hypersensitive body. Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... the three vibrators continued. *** Having applied another layer of lube to my manhood without touching it with her mouth, it seemed as though Krissa became aware of the rapidly increasing sensitivity in my shaft between the valleys of her breasts. Either that, or she just deduced it from my attempt at pulling my limbs towards me without success as I tensed in anticipation of my climax. That's it, my sweet... Krissa purred in a low, sexy voice....let go. And I did. Hard. The moment I cried out and my back arced as I came, Krissa sank her head to take the tip of my cock into her mouth, sucking it lovingly as she squeezed her breasts even tighter around my rod. My load splurted into the demoness' mouth, and Krissa greedily swallowed every pump that came out, humming contently as she ate everything I gave her. I shook and I moaned, oblivious to anything and everything but the intensively incredible ecstasy I experienced with eyes clenched shut. Drained by Krissa's vacuum-mouth, I slumped back onto the mattress, the dim light inside the room playing off the sheen of sweat that covered me where I lay panting for air. Releasing me from her mouth with a wet *pop*, Krissa looked up, sucking on her lower and upper lip in turn to make sure she had gotten all my seed. I can't get over how excellent you taste, my little human. She smiled slyly, making me shiver with fright when she insinuated that I was some kind of property to her. And you lasted nearly seven minutes between my breasts. Not bad at all. She added with a toothy grin, her protruding corner-teeth reaching farther than the others, making the silver-curled demoness look more like a vampire.
I didn't see any kind of timer nearby, but then I supposed someone like Krissa didn't need such devices to count time. It felt like I had lasted much less, the enjoyment I had felt seemingly racing me towards the hard cumming, but if she said seven minutes I wasn't about to argue. My shaft still embedded in her cleavage, I found myself asking So why am I really here?, daring to look straight into the female-demon's crimson eyes. Like I said before, she started, releasing me from the grip of her chest, my still rigid member falling to my stomach like a cut tree. I want to play with you. She used her hands to juggle and gently squeeze my balls. But what does that mean? I said, the notion of nervousness I had felt earlier returning with a vengeance. You don't need to know everything right now, she said, ignoring Lina's stifled cries as she came yet again, now using one hand to cup my balls and the index finger of the other to tickle the raphe on the front-side of my dickhead that was still covered in a shallow layer of Krissa's saliva. But basically I'm going to make you cum, like Lina over there, again and again, either by milking or by fucking. And who you'll be fucking or be fucked by is a surprise. She winked, and I shifted nervously in my restraints. Milk me? Though I had a fair idea of what she meant I was hesitant to ask, and the `surprise' part of who I'd apparently be having sex with unsettled me further. After all, like this I didn't have much choice. You won't keep me here as long as her, right? I asked pleadingly, gesturing towards Lina with my head. Arcing an eyebrow and looking at me as if amused, Krissa leaned her head towards my cock, picking it up with both her hands placed around my base. Oh you'll be here for a long time... she whispered with a suggestive tone, sticking her tongue out and touching it to my cockhead like a feather, and I stared at her dumbstruck with saucer-wide eyes. S-surely you don't mean... Yes. She cut me off. I'm going to milk your cock dry, build you up, and then I'll milk you dry again. Over and over `till I'm satisfied. She gave my cock a brief kiss. And I like to play... She didn't need to finish the sentence, for I knew what it was. For a long time... Momentarily gripped by panic, I thrashed on the bed sheets as though I believed that would free me, desperate to escape this demon, this room and wherever this room was situated. Giggling at my obvious helplessness, Krissa got out of bed and moved to my side. She bent her knees and grabbed something beside the bed that I couldn't see, but was soon revealed to be a leather strap the breadth of a common belt. She slung it over my moving belly as I still struggled to be free, the belt's abrupt stop telling me it was fastened somewhere under the bed, then Krissa moved to the other side of the canopy bed and fastened the strap there, tightening it to hold my belly down on the mattress, making my violent moves nearly impossible.
There! she said contently, climbing back into bed slowly, showing off the sublime curves of her voluptuous body and straddled my waist. She leaned down towards me, dangling her breasts over my chin as she supported her weight with her palms placed on either side of my head. We don't want you to get out of control, now do we? About to speak up, begging words on my tongue, Krissa lowered herself by wrapping her arms around the back of my head and kissed me, almost like a girl would her lover, effectively silencing me as I was taken aback. You're so cute when you struggle. She smiled softly, but I knew her smiles were anything but. Oh, and don't worry about going soft. Krissa said through grinned fangs, reaching one of her arms between our bellies and her legs to tap my still rock-hard manhood with a finger. When I kiss you, I release a very potent aphrodisiac and pheromone mix orally which keep you `at the ready' for quite a while. She smirked, then added And I'll remember to kiss you as often as needed, so I'm afraid control of your manhood, and your entire body for that matter, is effectively mine. In all ways. She winked, indicating my restrained position. I felt defeated. `In all ways', as Krissa had said, knowing that my cock would stay erect and at the demon's service for as long as she wanted, and she had hinted that it would be longer than if I had any say in the matter. Much longer, if the spent but still being used demoness on the padded table was any indication of Krissa's `playfulness'. Her arms began searching for something beneath my head, and what it was soon was made known when she pulled forth a fairly long strap of thin white cloth. Humming gentle tones, she nimbly put the cloth over my lips and tied the strap tightly - but not too tight, actually - around my head. There we go... she muttered, regarding my still shocked eyes with much delight. Let's continue. She almost groaned softly in my ear. I want to play more...
3 - Building Krissa s face still hovered above mine, blood red eyes watching me and probably seeing nothing more than an item of her possession rather than a person. I tried to look away, but her gaze held me, mind and body frozen on the bed. She was terrifying, but her beautiful face and hourglass figure made her disturbing features easy to forget. My little boy... she snuggled me, resting her face on my shoulder. I really don t understand this behaviour of yours. She said, only audible enough to be comprehensible over Lina s continuing groans and whimpers. I knew she was talking about my battering on the bed which made her restrain me further, and I would have spoken up had it not been for the cloth tied tightly over my mouth and around my head. Instead I grunted, attempting some form of communication in the hope that she d remove the gag. One hand stroking my chest and the other my hair as though we had been together for years, the demoness giggled softly when my efforts to speak fell short. Because I know you, my dear... she whispered in my ear. I ve watched you for a long time. It was unsettling me further to learn that this demoness had been studying me, apparently for quite some time, but I remained motionless, defeated in the knowledge that I couldn t do anything even if I tried. You ve lived a secluded life for the past three years, no girlfriend to speak of, and you ve been hoping for something, anything to happen in what you yourself think is a dreary life. She was right. Then she lifted her head and looked at me, grinning wide. And out of the many things I know you d like to experience, I just happen to know for a fact that being helpless around a gorgeous domina who controls you and forces you to orgasm is your most desired fantasy... And here I have you, tied and bound, with promises of emptying you over and over, and you resist? she shook her head, an amused expression painted across her features. Maybe you just hadn t counted on which girl would do all these things to you... And for how long. She laughed, sliding off my torso to lie beside me on the bed, taking my still rock-hard cock in a firm grip with her hand. And maybe you ve never thought about just how powerful a woman who knows what she is doing can make you cum... I looked at her, truly afraid, but also drawn to her by my lustful side. You think the last orgasms I gave you were intense... she whispered in my ear. Oh... You ve felt nothing yet... I m going to make you cum harder than you have ever cum before. Her expression shifting to that of a child awaiting candy, Krissa clapped her hands together. Tell you what; we ll do it baby steps! she smirked, caressing my shaft again. Let s just take one day at a time!
If this was her trying to calm me down, it was a terrible attempt. First day?! I wanted to yell, but everything Krissa heard was two throaty grunts. How long was she going to keep me here? I felt another bead of sweat roll off my forehead and down, getting soaked up into the silencing cloth around my head. Yes, and one hour at a time within the same day. She added, hungry eyes now looking at my cock. You ve already cum twice, so I think we need to start building you up again before we continue, though. She seemed to be changing the subject, but neither sounded good to me. But how should we go about doing it? We do have a lot of options, after all. She giggled, clearly counting said options in her head as I dreaded to hear what she decided upon. A loud series of groans made Krissa turn to see her other captive having another orgasm forced upon her. I know! she turned back and suddenly exclaimed, clearly with much delight. Letting go of my shaft and getting to her feet on the bed, Krissa seemed to be looking for something hidden in the canopies. A moment later she came back down, grinning wide with beaming eyes and holding something in her hands. She held a lightweight metallic tube, about 9 inches long and roughly 7 inches in diameter with clear, flexible tubing running out of the end of the metal that disappeared somewhere above the bed. I didn t need to speculate much as to the purpose of that thing. Settling on her shapely butt back in bed, she didn t need to tell me to listen to her as my eyes were staring dreadfully at the device in her hands when she descended. As we need to re-fill your ballsack, she said, holding the tube in front of her face as if she was inspecting it. I ll leave you in the capable caresses of my friend here while I go over to play some more with Lina. Krissa turned the machine to show me the entrance, displaying a deep pink-coloured insert with a small hole in the middle. She stuck two fingers into the opening, as deep as she could and then retracted them. Her fingers were now coated in a clear, slick substance. This device can be so many things to you... she cooed, re-inserting her fingers into the tight hole. For the next hour, though, you ll find it to be overwhelmingly frustrating. The demoness laughed. The way it works is, that I impale it upon your cock, and the self-lubing sleeve will cover your meat with a good amount of slickness, making the work to follow very easy. she took hold of my still hard cock in her free hand, and guided the device s entry-hole to perch on my cockhead. Just barely touching it, I could feel the tightness clearer than what the small hole showed. The way it works is that it lubricates when necessary, pumps, sucks, churn and stroke your meat and is generally so intense that you won t be able to withstand cumming for more than a minute. She emphasized the last sentence with much enjoyment, I noticed, still eyeing the machine with trepidation. But that is on the milk setting. She said, and indicated a small knob on the side of the tube that stood in the up position. Krissa flicked it down, and proceeded to press the device down my rigid shaft, all the way to the base. I throated a groan, the tightness of the sleeve wrapping my cock with a wondrous squeeze that was tighter than any pussy I had penetrated. Now it is on the build setting. Krissa stated, content that the machine kept my cock pointing straight up in the same direction as the rubber tubing. Which means that it will squeeze and pump you, stimulating all the right places until you almost climax, keep you on the verge for as long as it can, then it ll shut down without giving you relief. When your cock has returned to a less sensitive state, it ll start
again, and it will go over and over until I shut it off. Again Krissa seemed to get more and more excited the more she explained, whereas I became increasingly nervous, more droplets of sweat surfacing on my forehead as the demoness prepared to torment me. So don t worry about cumming. She lay down beside me. You won t. She added with a low, sensually threatening voice, and dragged a finger along the length of the machine, injecting a demonic power-spike that awoke the device to life. I inhaled sharply when I felt the inner sleeve start to move about inside the metallic tube, kneading and moving on my cock with a perfect amount of pressure, making me surrender more muffled moans as I tried to comprehend just what was happening. The pussy-like feeling and warmness of the sleeve had me shifting with bliss where I lay strapped and immobile, the sensations my hard manhood was feeling leaving me oblivious to everything but the feeling. My God it felt amazing! Pleased, Krissa left the bed and headed over to Lina, and I didn t even notice her go. The machine emitted a low whirring-like sound as it moved, and I could even see it go gently up on my shaft about an inch before going back down again, and combined with the gentle twirling and pumping sensations I felt I was in heaven. I had even forgotten about Krissa s promise regarding cumming as I lay there, enjoying the expert treatment of the milking-machine. *** Lina sobbed. Her jaw ached, her skin was tortured by the air that passed around her and her senses were shot. She couldn t cum anymore, but still she did, averaging eight orgasms in ten minutes now, and every time she came her body was murdered by feelings too intense to describe. She trembled constantly, water being pressed out of the corners of her eyes, and she always fought to breathe. The vibrator on her clit and the bullet-vibrators on her nipples never stopped, and didn t care about the state of their victim. They relentlessly tortured the dark-haired demoness, orgasm to orgasm, never tiring and as dispassionate as could be. They had one purpose, which was creating orgasms. And they were never satisfied. She bit down on the gag with whatever strength she could muster as she was forced to another climax, shaking on the padded table and offering what mute groans she could. She was so tired she couldn t believe her nerves had what it took to be stimulated like this over and over, but to Lina s great dismay every orgasm seemed to be more intense than the last. Laughing evilly as she approached Lina, the silver-haired demoness stopped beside her captive to regard her with much pleasure. Do you see what you do to me, Lina? she purred, rubbing her hand gently against the soft lips of her own pussy. Do you see how wet your little predicament makes me? Krissa brought her hand, fingers dripping with her own juices, up to her face, and vigorously slurped up everything. Tasting her own delicious sap, Krissa eyed Lina with gleeful lust. You didn t think I d forgotten about you? she said. I ve decided to work on you personally for a while... Running her hand over all three vibrators, they stopped.
Lina s eyes widened as far as they could, and she wanted to cry out as the incredible reprieve of the vibrators being turned off overwhelmed her. Though she hadn t the strength to cry like she felt she had to, it was a very welcome notion nonetheless, one she had been waiting for since Krissa had first strapped her to the now sweat-and-vaginal-juice-covered table. She did nothing but tremble and gasp, but the kind of shivering and panting that came with sweet relief. Lina didn t see it, too busy with her most sensitive parts being granted pause, but Krissa had shifted into the poorest lit area of her room, where she grabbed something large. It was another table, like the one Lina was in, but a little longer, and every corner sported half-circled manacles embedded into the table. In the middle of the padded board sat a curved pillow of sorts, made of the same material as the pads and similarly fastened to the woodworks, and was about 6 inches high at the middle, sloping down on both ends to form a kind of immovable cushion. Finding it easier to control her breath as her burning pussy and nipples started to cool, Lina didn t notice Krissa rolling the table to the foot of the one she was in now, and locked the wheels to ensure the table stood firmly on the floor. The green-eyed demoness did notice, with surprise, that Krissa started untying her feet and legs, sensing a slight pain of soreness as she tried to stretch them once the bonds were removed. Krissa also untied her arms and hands, and though this was Lina s chance to escape, she was too fatigued to even attempt it. So instead, she could do nothing but let Krissa pick her up. She still had the ball-gag firmly secured around her head, so she was still unable to speak straightforwardly. Then she saw the new table Krissa had brought, and immediately began stirring, fighting to get away even though she knew it would do her no good. Moving over to it and putting her down, Krissa secured Lina s arms and legs in the manacles, leaving her spread eagle, with her lower back on the raised cushion that lifted her thighs and pussy higher than the rest of her body. Again Lina was unable to move, but at least this time her limbs were stretched out instead of tied in, not that it was much consolation as she was still in the mercy of Krissa, who had thus far shown none of it. In the canopy bed Lina heard me groan through my clamped-shut mouth as the machine very slowly built me up towards what I sensed would be a wonderful orgasm. The device knew exactly where to rub and stroke to maximize sensations whilst still doing it slowly, and though the slow approach was pure torture it also felt indescribably good. Sometimes some excess lube would trickle out of the tight opening, running down on my balls and drenching them with its warmness. In my position I could do little to expedite my impending climax, the short thrusts I did instinctively against the machine doing nothing but raising my cock and the device with it the little distance I could before the bonds around my waist and ankles stopped me. My head moved from side to side, my eyes closed and my breath ragged and increasing in speed. My cock was being massaged, head to base simultaneously by a contraption that knew precisely what it was doing, giving me enormous pleasure but on the same time making sure I didn t get enough. And though I couldn t be sure, it felt as though the inner sleeve was working on the head of my manhood more than the shaft, though that wasn t saying much as my shaft was being worked over pretty good as well. I felt myself nearing orgasm, faster now than since Krissa had first started the machine. The device stroked as the slick and warm sleeve rotated around me, gentle suction intensifying what I already felt. Then my mind blanked as I reached the precipice, needing but to fall to impact a thundering orgasm,
and I moaned as best I could as the machine held me there, held me there, held me there, and when I just knew I was a millisecond away from busting, the device simply shut down. I cried in dissatisfaction as the sensations in my cock started dwindling, slowly returning to being a mere boner. I tugged and pulled on the ropes, thrust with my hips, all to no avail. Breathing forcefully and sweating profoundly, I watched in disbelief the device merely holding my manhood instead of rubbing and stroking it as it had done for longer than I dared guess. Then I remembered with beseeching exasperation what Krissa had told me. The device wouldn t let me cum. Sensing my cock had calmed sufficiently down, the machine started up again, it s warm and lubricated sleeve slowly working me towards a second orgasm it wouldn t give me. I cried in desperation, but nobody listened. *** Or at least so I thought, for Krissa had been watching all of my denied orgasm with glee, fingering her dripping pussy with eager fingers, turned on by my desperation and gagged pleads. No, not yet. She said as she discovered her dexterous fingers would move her to orgasm if they kept it up. It was not her time to shine just yet. Turning back to Lina, Krissa displayed for her captive the strap-on dildo she was going to fasten around her hip and thighs. It was a thick rod, probably ten inches long, the entire length ribbed with small swells for additional stimulation to the clitoral walls and the g-spot. Smiling devilishly when Lina saw the huge pseudo-manhood, Krissa fastened the straps attached to the purple rod around her midsection, then crawled onto the table, settling to kneel between Lina s raised thighs. Now then, she said in a low voice, peering into Lina s pleading eyes. Let s give you a real working over... Reaching for a bottle of lube as Lina tried to voice her protests, Krissa smeared a handsome amount of the liquid on the rod, stroking it with her hand like a man would touch himself, and put the bottle away. Keeping a firm grip around the toy, Krissa tickled the tip of the strap-on against Lina s battered pussy, making the already fatigued demoness groan distinct no sounds trough the ball-gag. Nodding a definite yes back with a satisfied smirk, Krissa moved her hips forward and penetrated Lina s womanhood, the lubricated tip easily pushing aside the tied down demon s pussy lips and continuing into her overstimulated, aching canal. Tugging on the manacles, Lina tried to writhe away despite knowing the futility of even trying. She still wasn t going anywhere, and another tear rolled down her chin as her sore and tender pussy began receiving more unwanted enjoyment from the silver-tressed demon. Krissa was content on starting with slow, long strokes, easing the dildo all the way into Lina s womanhood before retracting it and repeating the process, smiling wickedly as she watched Lina s expressions shift from dread, pain, unneeded pleasure and desperation as she was fucked by Krissa.
Chuckling in a low voice, Krissa gently started speeding up tormenting Lina, as I for the second time reached the threshold of cumming. And the machine held me there. Held me there. And held me there, and then it shut down. I cried out again, denied another orgasm.
4 - Hunger I don t know for how long I lay like that, but when the machine started the fifth cycle of building me towards a climax I wouldn t reach I started to go insane. Though my ability to tell time was shattered, I just somehow knew that I was closing in on the full hour Krissa had told me I would stay like this, if not more than that hour. The worst part about the device and its carefully placed gestures and gentle suction was how it played with my body beyond my cock. Every time the infernal tube thrust me towards orgasm I d think This is the time it ll go too far and push me over the edge to sweet relief! But it never did. It kept me on the verge of cumming as long as it could, and I swore the seconds numbered towards half a minute, before it abruptly shut down, leaving me hanging and mad for release. My throat was parched. I tugged on my bonds, shifting on the bed and thrusting uselessly against the machine, all in attempts to either free myself or try to make myself cum. As always, I was defeated. The device was now building me painfully slow towards the fifth orgasm I would be refused, the warm and soft pussy-like insert of the cylinder jerking and squeezing on my sensitive, incredibly frustrated manhood. It did everything so perfectly and so intensely I couldn t believe it didn t accidentally push me over the edge, but I kept reminding myself with a great feeling of helplessness that this contraption was of demonic-design, and could probably do things I couldn t even attempt to fathom. In my mind I screamed Please let me cum!, but my body did little apart from shiver with dissatisfaction while my mouth futilely grunted loud. The muscle-like insides of the milking-machine started a slow rotating motion around the entire length of my cock, the pressure around my cockhead tightening as it slowly churned my meat, uncaring of the intense sensations it bestowed upon me whilst keeping my body in spasms and jerks, uninterested in the fact that it made me mad where I lay spread and helpless on Krissa s bed. As the lengthy seconds moved at a snail's pace, another five minutes passed by, and I was right around the corner for an extreme orgasm. This time! I thought, sincerely convinced. This time it will stay on half a second too long and make me cum! Praying as all four limbs tugged hard against the ropes, holding my breath and arcing my back as much it could and my hips thrusting to no avail, the machine brought me to the verge. I was so close I swore I could but reach out a finger and touch it, and my orgasm would come. But of course, it was a fingernail too far away. Ten seconds later, the machine shut off. My gagged mouth wailed and I tried to toss about on the bed as I was uncompromisingly deprived of release yet again, I shrieked as loud as I could and was overcome with an animal determination to break free or toss the machine off my cock. Of course, my resisting did nothing, and the device remained tightly clamped against my meat. When it started the sixth cycle of moving me towards that unobtainable orgasm, I lay completely still and began sobbing in despair.
*** Krissa had no words for the pleasure she took in fucking her other bound captive, licking her fangs with her long tongue, a generous sheen of sweat covering her back with a single drop running between the crack of her perfect ass. Though this was much less intense than what she had endured the hours leading up to this, Lina s pussy was still tender enough that the invasion of the big, ribbed dildo was still way too much to be enjoyable. Thin strings of drool ran out of the corners of Lina s ball-gagged mouth, eyes watching in fear and enthrallment at the purple rod being plunged in and out of her aching womanhood without pause. Krissa s demonic constitution saw her barely breathing hard from an hour of fucking, and could keep doing this for days on end. Laughing maniacally, watching the rod force itself in and out of Lina s worn out pussy, Krissa eventually slowed down her pacing, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, panting with delight and watching the quivering demoness under her sigh in great relief when the motion stopped. Sounds like my little human needs some attention for now. Krissa said, eying her thrall with a glimpse in her orbs that Lina just knew she didn t like. But we don t want to leave you here all alone and unstimulated, do we? Lina groaned and shook to confirm that yes, she did want that. Not that it helped, for Krissa was not paying attention to her for the moment. This was, after all, not a place Lina was supposed to relax. Putting away the cum-covered purple strap-on and fishing out a very small ring from the corner draped in darkness inside her room, the red-eyed demon returned to her captive, stopping to stand by her head and stroking her sweaty hair. See this? she smiled, all too happy with Lina s expression pleading no. Kissing Lina mockingly on her ball-gag, Krissa placed the tight ring around Lina s swollen, overstimulated clitoris, and adding a spark of magic to it, the small halo whirred soundlessly as it started vibrating around its charge. Whimpering, flashing sensations ravaged her body from her clit that were too intense to be enjoyable, Lina didn t see Krissa move over to the bed where I was groaning my powerlessness. *** Crawling into bed to lie on her side beside me, her face next to my sheathed cock, her eyes hungrily looked at my swollen balls, drenched with excess lubrication that sometimes trickled out of the machine. I don t know how she knew, but she indicated she was aware of that this was the device s seventh cycle, keeping me crazy and uncaring about anything save cumming. You think those balls of yours are full yet? she asked playfully, cupping my slick balls in her hand, gently rubbing them in her palm. I grunted by way of response, aware of Krissa s presence but too caught up in being denied relief with a battered body to do much else.