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...”