I don’t know when I fell asleep. I couldn’t remember closing my eyes for long enough to fall asleep, in fact I don’t think I’d ever dare to do so knowing that Krissa was in the room with me. Maybe my body had simply finally collapsed under the treatment it had endured, maybe I had fainted, or maybe I had received some “help” in dozing off. What scared me was that the latter option seemed the most likely, and if so there was no telling what had happened afterwards.

I was still very drowsy. Though it had been blissful to get some sleep, when I came to my head was aching like I had slept too much. Right now, in my sleepy state, neither demons nor rape came to mind. It was only the comfortable warmth of the thick blanket on me that had my full attention, and the mattress was perfectly soft and felt amazing to rest on. I shifted, pulling my legs up to a snugly position and...

“My legs!” my mind raged. They were free, I could move them! My arms too! The events of the long hours of last night returned with an intense vengeance upon realizing I was no longer tied to the bed. Escape was the first thought that came to me, and the idea of getting free saw me flinging the blanket off me before I realized my hands had done it. My legs flailed to the left and off the mattress, being firmly planted on the cold and tiled floor. But as I was about to lift myself off the bed with help from my hands on the mattress, I was violently thrown back onto the bed, and I felt a very uncomfortable pain around my neck. Confused and hurting with my back once again on the bed, my hands inquisitively moved to my neck to discover why it was hurting.

My eyes widened, and I asked myself aloud how I could not have noticed it. Around my neck was a metallic collar, lined on the inside with soft pads as not to chafe or feel painful against me. It was tight around me, but not tight enough to cause any pain. That is, unless it’s silly charge had tried to fly out of bed, which had caused the chain attached between the collar and the headboard of the bed to tighten and quite painfully stop me halfway in mid-air as I had been about to get off the bed. Sighing, both perplexed and mentally defeated, I guessed that the reason I hadn’t noticed the collar was because I had been sleepy – I was fully awake now, though – and that the pads inside the metal circle was at body-temperature and thus harder to notice, especially in a less than awake state.

Naked on the bed, still fastened to it though at a lesser degree than last night, I started pondering what had prompted my new means of restraint. Last night I had been spread eagle and completely immobile, tied by my wrists and ankles as well as a strap across my waist to keep me even less able to move about. Now, all that was on me was the chain “leash”. Maybe it was because I could sleep more comfortably like this, but what I knew about my captor didn’t suggest anything that would make her look after my well-being in any way.

The light in the room was off, but having been here for who knew how many hours had made my night vision as good as it could be, so I could still see fairly well inside the room, at least the areas surrounding the large bed I was on as well as the door in front of it. The far walls and corners were draped in shadows that were impossible to see beyond, but from yesterday I already knew Krissa had plenty of gear around. She probably kept them in the darkest parts of this room where nobody could see them to instil a notion of surprise every time she’d take something out. Looking at the bed, the bonds that had tied me the night before was still there at the four points of it, and I could see several other kinds of leather and metal cuffs, chains, manacles built into the frame and posts, ropes and myriad other means of keeping a person securely bound to the bed. Sadly, I knew all too well, that person was me.

I decided I couldn’t give up. With my limbs free and enough chain on the collar to move relatively freely on top of the bed, I rose to a kneeling position facing the headboard, using my hands to follow the chain attached to my collar I aimed to find where it was fastened to the bed. Maybe it was poorly secured to the frame, maybe I could pull it free if I tried hard enough, maybe... My hands traced the metal string, and despite the lack of light I could already see that it vanished behind the headboard. Since the head of the bed was almost all up on the wall behind it, there wasn’t much space between the bed and wall to get my hands in there, but I reckoned I could make it if I squeezed and pressed. Sadly, that meant that trying to rip the chain off its base would be problematic, if not outright undoable, but I kept my spirits up. I had to. Leaning against the hardwood board, I pressed my cheek against the wall and tried to peer down between it and the bed. Unsurprisingly I couldn’t see anything. Holding onto the headboard with one hand to support myself, the other hand followed the chain in the narrow space. I cursed under my breath when I discovered that the chain went further down than I could reach. Almost panicking, knowing that every second wasted was a second when Krissa could come through the door, I grabbed the chain as far down as I reached and pulled as hard as I could. Thankfully I was able to yank the chain enough to make it tighten against its base, so keeping it as tight as I could I shifted my grip and used both hands to pull as powerfully as I possibly managed. The first attempt yielded no result, but I was prepared for that. After another seven yanks, however, my hopes started to dwindle, and after another four I knew that my arms would give in before the chain would. Cursing loudly, I hit the headboard with closed fists, making it creak weakly as I closed my eyes in anger and desperation, as if mocking my inability to free myself when I actually had the chance.

“You shouldn’t swear so, my dear.” Krissa’s voice was low-pitched, but with an undertone of mild amusement.

I froze in my position kneeling in front of the headboard, eyes wide as saucers and body shaking. Now I could feel the demoness’ hot breath against my neck, but I hadn’t noticed her enter. If even it was possible that I didn’t become aware of her entering the room, it had to be utterly impossible not to notice her taking up position directly behind me. I was dumbstruck and paralyzed, terrified of what would happen now that Krissa had caught me in the act of attempted escape. Surely the repercussions wouldn’t be as “enjoyable” as what I had previously experienced in this place.

The sultry demon was kneeling behind me, her knees on the mattress between my legs. She rose on her knees and pressed herself against me, pressing her large, soft breasts against my back. Her nipples were already hard, and were poking my skin insistently. I remained frozen in place and starring straight into the wall, too scared to do anything. Her slender hands reached around my waist and started to gently pet and stroke my chest and belly.

“Now, let me see if I understand what is happening here...” she said with a playful chuckle. “Is my little cum-toy trying to wreck my bed, or is he trying to free himself?” her hands moved further up, and her fingers started to softly flick and rub my nipples. I cursed my body which clearly found the demoness’ hands felt good.

“So which is it?” she asked almost tenderly, leaning her head in next to mine and putting us cheek to cheek. Her face felt as warm as her breasts and torso, almost burning, and her silver tresses felt like silk against me. How could a demon feel so much like an angel?
“Well?” she pressed, playfully pinching my nipples which made me jolt in her grip.

“I...” Still paralyzed with fear, nervous sweat starting to form on my forehead, I didn’t know what to respond, and I was too scared of Krissa and what she might do that my throat dried and closed up, making it even more difficult to form words with my lips, and my body trembled with dread.

Krissa noticed my shaking body and the cold sweat that surfaced over my skin. “My dear boy,” she giggled, and started tracing circles around my hardening nipples with her fingers. “Are you scared of me?” her laughing persisted, as though she hadn’t given me any reason to fear her.

“Yes.” I managed to stumble, remaining immobile as though it was some kind of hopeless defence mechanism.

“Aww...” Krissa cooed, using her arms to embrace me like we had been lovers for years. “There’s no need for you to fear me.” she said, the tone of her voice far softer and kinder than she had used on me before. “Why would I do anything to harm my most precious possession?”

I didn’t know what she meant by that, and though curious I decided I didn’t want to know what she meant.

“W-will you let me go?” I dared.

“Hmmmm....” Krissa acted with obvious poor quality. “No.” She grinned. “Why would you even want to leave?” she asked, and sultrily licked my ear, making my body stiffen with unwanted pleasure.

“I...”

“Do you even realize how lucky you are?” She cut me off, her tone that of an older sister lecturing her brother. “You’ll get to fuck literally hundreds of gorgeous girls, several every day, and you’ll experience pleasures you haven’t even dared imagine before. You’ll be envied by every man alive.” She said, truly believing what she was saying, then added “And best of all... You get to be my private fuck-toy...” with an undertone of something I couldn’t distinct between threatening or invitingly.

Getting increasingly daring though still in the hands of my captor, I asked “If you’re doing this for my sake, for my benefit,” for it was that she was trying to get at. That what she did to me was the best thing that could have happened. “Then why do you keep me tied up all the time?” I said and tugged the chain connected to the metallic collar around my neck.

“Apart from that it is such a turn on for us to have you restrained and helpless for us to play with in any way we want?” she grinned widely, and continued using her hands to play with my chest and nipples. “As you already are quite aware of, your body still isn’t used to the extreme amounts of powerful sensations that come from orgasming more than a human is supposed to, so we have to keep you restrained so that you won’t get away from neither us nor our methods. But eventually you’ll get over that phase. We merely have to make you accustomed to the output and performance we expect from you.” Her tone changed to a low, ominous yet enthralling whisper. “But you should keep in mind that even after we’ve completed your training and you’ve become what you were born for, we’ll still want to tie you down, keep you helpless and have our way with you from time to time.”

What I was born for? What they expected from me? What the hell was she getting at? From what she was saying, it appeared that I was some kind of investment worth the kind of time she was describing, meaning that she was planning on keeping me here for a very long time. The mere thought of that sent chills into the core of my spine, and my hopes of escape dwindled by the seconds.

At this rate, there would be no escape from here.

“What do you expect of me, really?” I asked. I had to know. If I were to be forced to stay here I had to know why.

Krissa grinned widely, anticipation and lust burning in her crimson eyes behind me. “To service me and my kind sexually and provide us with your delicious cum forever.”

***

Strangely, the first thing that came to mind was that there was no way I could do that forever. As a human, I was mortal and would someday die, but I had no knowledge on neither demons nor their span of life. Yet when it all sank in, it really did sink in. Krissa had just stated, like it was the most natural thing in the world, that I was to be some kind of sex slave for her and her friends for as long as I would live, and apparently I hadn’t any say in the matter. True, in the deepest recess of my soul the thought of getting to fuck these gorgeous demonesses on a daily basis was something that was too awesome to be believed possible, but my denied freedom and my being forced to stay here overshadowed the part of me that wanted to be here by a clear margin.
Krissa had turned me around and made me lie down on the bed with my head resting on the pillows, actually taking care to move the chain so that I didn’t lie on it. How I had gotten to this position eluded me as my mind was busy with other things. Krissa lay next to me on her side, propping her head up with one arm as her other arm trailed my body every which way, and she eyed my body with genuine interest and what seemed like adoration.

“Why me?” I eventually managed to ask, but I avoided the silver-tressed demon’s gaze as best I could. “You said you took me when I was in my apartment. How would you even know where to find me?”

“My dear boy...” Krissa smiled, her hand venturing down to start caressing my limp manhood. I didn’t stop her. What was the point? “Like I mentioned last night, I have been watching you for a long time. From here, I found you in your little human world, and for some reason I just thought that *you* would be perfect for us. Watching your life, gazing at your body when you weren’t aware, I knew that you were the one. And when I first tasted your cum...” she started to tenderly stroke my semi-hard cock and giggled deeply. “Well, then I knew that I’d never want to part with you...”

I didn’t know what to think, much less what to say. Had she really been spying on me? How long time were we talking about? A couple of months? A year? More?
“And speaking of cum, I’m more than ready for my first taste of the day.” Krissa announced, and moved over to settle in a kneeling position between my legs, using one hand to stroke my still hardening shaft while her other hand playfully caressed my balls.

“Where am I? Where is this place?” Though my cock was responding to Krissa’s stimulations and was quickly growing, I was too set on what the buxom demoness had just told me. Still I believed, the one part of me that hadn’t lost all hope yet, that the more I knew the better my chances *if* the chance for escape presented itself.

Getting my manhood to full length and hardness, Krissa let a thick drop of spit fall from her lips onto my cock, which her fingers dexterously spread over the head and shaft, then she started really pumping me while her other hand juggled and gently squeezed my balls, making me groan with the potent mix of pain and pleasure. She had become so busy playing with my cock that I had to repeat the question.

“Right now you’re in my personal bedroom, in ‘our world’.” She leaned in closer towards my cock, stars in her eyes as she played with it. “Surely you wonder where ‘our world’ really is, and the easiest way to put it is that it isn’t where you are from. It’s just ‘here’.” Unable to control herself any more, a very hungry expression on her face and licking her lips, she opened her mouth and took my cock in her mouth, apparently done talking.

I wasn’t any the wiser, really, but now I was unable to ignore what Krissa was doing. I still didn’t have the will to even attempt resisting yet, so I lay still and actually just tried to enjoy the sensations for once. Though I already knew it, this was the first time I was calm enough to actually notice just how skilled Krissa was at giving head. Her mouth was a strong vacuum, warm and intense, and her slick spit was the perfect lubricant for her hand that jacked me off while her head bobbed up and down. Additional stimulation was added by the hand that kneaded and played with my balls. A moment later and I was unable not to groan from the demoness’ expert oral treatment, apparently much to Krissa’s enjoyment.

Krissa herself was becoming increasingly turned on. Every time she laid eyes on her captive’s cock she’d get wet, and now, with it in her mouth and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum her pussy was practically aching with horniness. The hand that gripped my shaft reluctantly let go, but she compensated on going further down on my cock with her mouth, almost deep throating me all the way which had me wriggle with incredible sensations as the walls of her throat clamped and throbbed around my increasingly sensitive cockhead. Her now free hand was put through her legs, and with my cock deep down her throat Krissa groaned with built-up anticipation as her fingers graced the very receptive skin of her vulva. Not wanting to dally around, she quickly plunged two fingers into the wet and tight confines of her pussy and started to eagerly finger-fuck herself whilst keeping on sucking my cock. She groaned with pleasure, and the vibrations in her throat were picked up by my cock and then I started to moan again.

Initially, when Krissa had sucked my cock for the first time, I had been terrified of the demoness’ vampire-like teeth, dreading if the sharp fangs would scrape against me. Thankfully, Krissa was quite adept at keeping all of her teeth away from my skin. Despite myself and my wish to be away from this woman and this place, when Krissa started to deep throat me all the way to my base and her hand continued to massage my balls while her tongue rubbed on the underside of my shaft inside her mouth, I placed one of my hands on the back of the demoness’ head, whimpering with delight from the all too enjoyable blowjob.
“That’s it, my sweet toy...” Krissa thought when my hand was placed on the back of her head. “Give in to me...” Her fingers were eagerly plunging in and out of her dripping pussy, and had her craving for my cum been just a little less insisting she’d stop sucking and mount me straight away. She planned on doing that after she had made me explode in her mouth, but her burning libido made it difficult not to just give in to herself right now.

My cock felt improbably good, and I knew I wasn’t far off. A couple dozen more bobs of her head from my cockhead to the base of my shaft and I would be shooting my load. And I wondered how many times these demons, and Krissa in particular, would make me empty my balls today.

Even before I announced that I was going to cum, Krissa had – very unwillingly – taken her hand from her pussy and grabbed my cock with both of her hands, keeping my cockhead in her mouth as she sucked very hard and jacked me very fast. My hands gripped the sheets of the mattress, my head fell back and my mouth opened in a loud roar as my body was overcome by a powerful orgasm that had me shaking on the bed. I panted and groaned, shooting jets of thick sperm straight into Krissa’s mouth. The demoness took great pleasure in the taste of my seed, as she always did, and she greedily swallowed everything I gave her, sucking my dry and using her hands to assist her mouth.

Breathing deep, my eyes met Krissa’s as she let my cock go from her mouth, but she still held it with her hands, stroking it carefully. She hadn’t kissed me yet, so I guessed that until she did she would have to keep my cock hard by “normal” means.

She held my gaze, licking her lips to make sure she had gotten every drop of my ejaculation. Without a word, she started crawling on top of me, and quickly placed my cock into the opening of her pussy. She was so incredibly tight I had to grit my teeth when she started gently impaling herself on me, making an uncharacteristically cute face of effort with an equally adorable squeal as my cock started filling her inch by inch. Inside her pussy, the muscles were hungrily churning against my manhood. When she had gotten all the way down on my cock, we both let out a deep sigh. Though my manhood was overly sensitive from just cumming, the sensation was less painful than I had expected.

Placing her hands on my belly and tucking her legs against my sides, Krissa started to slowly ride up and down on my cock, groaning with sweet delight when her yearning pussy finally had a rigid cock inside of it. I couldn’t help looking at the demoness as she started fucking me. For a moment the qualities of Krissa that I was afraid of seemed to subdue, and what I beheld straddling me was an incredibly sexy silver-haired woman – with sharp teeth – who genuinely loved my cock. Since her hands were planted on my belly, her supple breasts were squeezed together by her upper arms, and I looked at them and realized my mouth was watering. Her rosy nipples were rock hard, and for the first time I knew that I wanted to taste them.

As if reading my mind, or probably just so, Krissa grunted and leaned forward, never stopping the rhythmic movements of her hips, and placed her hands on the sides of my head, making her large breasts dangle just inches above my chin. She looked at me, and her red eyes now seemed to have a quality of longing in them, and she mouthed to me that she wanted me to do what I wanted to. My cock being stroked and pleasured by the demoness’ heavenly pussy, I let go to temptation, and my hands reached up to grab her heavy breasts.

Since Krissa had given me more than one titjob, I already knew they were soft and supple, but feeling them in my hands was a different experience completely. They were, perfect – at a lack for a better word – in every sense that they could be. They were large, warm, soft and just a privilege to touch. Krissa whimpered softly as my hands explored her mammaries, and her throbbing pussy fucking my cock with a steady pace had her groaning continuously. Happy to play with her wonderful breasts, my thumbs found and started trailing circles around Krissa’s nipples. Apparently they were very receptive, for my initial touch had Krissa moaning again as though I had shocked her.

Krissa kept riding me steadily as I played with her breasts and nipple. My cock felt amazing inside of her, and quite evidently Krissa loved having my cock in her. Unable to hold back any longer, I lifted my head to allow my mouth access to my captor’s breasts. Opening my mouth, I closed it around Krissa’s left nipple, and I sucked it vigorously. Krissa gasped upon feeling my mouth on her, and as if in response she started grinding me faster. My mouth dislodged momentarily when her pussy suddenly started stroking me faster, but I was quick to reattach it. Her breasts tasted sweet, and had a shallow layer of sweat on account of her riding. I suckled and tickled the nipple with my mouth, my hands gently kneading both breasts, and then I licked my way over to the other breast and gave that nipple the same treatment as the first had.

A few minutes later I knew I was going to cum again. Krissa was too, and the pace of our fucking increased dramatically. I let go of her breasts though I didn’t want to, and I placed my hands on her hips to assist her up and down movements. Pleasure radiated from our joined genitals, and we moaned and gasped like true lovers. Soon I passed the point of no returned and started shooting cum into Krissa’s pussy, my cock seemingly radiating extreme sensations of pleasure through my entire body. As I came, Krissa orgasmed shortly after, and her shriek of bliss was far louder than mine, her hungry pussy finally granted the first release of the day. Collapsing on top of me, both of us heaving for air, Krissa laughed softly. At first I didn’t know why, but when she raised her head and her eyes peered into mine I knew exactly why.

I had been given the chance to resist her, to stop her from using my body, and I hadn’t.

She had won, and she kissed me.