“Take him to the ‘throne’.”

“Fuck him sore.”

“And leave him for the young ones.”

The pair spoke to each other with great glee and anticipation, my throbbing and painfully spent cock between their faces, playful tongues lashing out at it. It was difficult just to weather the continued stimulation on my weary shaft of still rigid meat, but the thought of being fucked again then left like pieces of scraps for someone else was a bit terrifying. No they hadn’t said why they were going to leave me for the “young ones”, whoever that was, but if I had learned anything in my short time wherever I was, it was that most everything was about taking my seed.

Whatever the “throne” was, however, was more of a mystery. Well, I could easily assume it was some kind of chair to which I’d be strapped to, but then again why not call it a chair? What made it a “throne”? Naturally I didn’t really care to find out, but then again it didn’t seem like it was the habit of this all-female group of demons to acquiesce to my wishes.

And last but not least, getting fucked “sore” was neither on my list of things I wanted to do right now.

I grunted in that – sadly familiar – sensation of hurt and pleasure when one of them, I didn’t rightly know who, gave the head of my cock another hard suck. Then both Saya and Ceri climbed off me, giving each other looks of contentment and other things that I was unable to read. Though I guessed I wouldn’t like it if I knew what they were thinking.

With a far too swift motion, the pair flipped the table I was tied down to making it stand straight with me still in it, the speed in which I was moved from the lying to standing position making my body feel like it was catapulting into the straps holding it fast. The gesture hurt, and I got the sensation of chocking when my organs seemed to get pushed up inside of me. Standing on either side of me, the demonesses freed me from the table – still slick with my sweat – and effortlessly bound me again. Saya attached the damned collar around my neck– easily the most humiliating thing Krissa and her kin made me wear – as Ceri bound my wrists uncomfortably tight behind my back. Even despite her fetish of keeping me “nice and bound”, Krissa at least didn’t hurt me with her bondage-skills. Clearly these two enjoyed a rougher approach.

Giggling and speaking to each other with hushed voices in a language I didn’t understand, the white-haired one unlocked the door leading out of this room while the brunette took hold of the leash attached to my collar and bid be follow her, as though I had a choice when she started dragging me out of the room with Saya walking behind me, her hands unashamedly caressing and squeezing my ass as we walked.

***

We walked for around five minutes down the torch-lit, infinite doorway. All the while the demonesses wearing naught but their boots spoke to each other, and I could make out the sexual innuendo laden in their speech despite that they were speaking in their native tongue. Saya, still walking behind me was stroking my body up and down with her hands as we walked, while Ceri on point every now and again reached back a hand to cup and playfully squeeze my balls, every time making me think she was going to rip them clean off. Thinking back to how different these two demonesses treated me from Krissa or Arielle, I wondered if Krissa had permitted them to be as “harsh” as they were. After all, Krissa never used more force than she “had to”, and Saya and Ceri clearly were senior to the apprentice Arielle. Maybe these two with me now did things a little differently than Krissa, maybe purposely “acting out” was Saya and Ceri’s thing, or maybe it was jealousy that made them go against orders. I really didn’t know what was up. Maybe Krissa had instructed them to manhandle me slightly so I’d feel safer being with Krissa.

Choosing a door seemingly at random, which I always thought they did when selecting one of the endless number of identical doors, the pair brought me into the room, and I froze in place.

It was a circular chamber, dark crimson flagstones covering the floor and walls, large magical torches running the circumference of the room making it brightly lit, yet slightly darker in the centre where the throne stood. Yes, it definitely was a throne, but it was a strange, sinister kind which made me shiver with cold sweat running down my back, and I ventured I really wouldn’t like being in it. It was an odd construct, the chair made from seemingly a lightweight metal with soft pads covering everywhere where the person would be sitting in it. And from the look of it, a person – me – would be sitting on a narrow half circle type-of seat, barely wide enough to support the very back of my backside. My upper body would be resting on a wide, actually comfortable-looking slightly reclined back, except that it seemed like my hands would be tied behind it. My thighs would be resting on two thin growths spurting from the half circle-type seat in a wide angle, and my knees would be squeezing the ends of the growths, then my ankles would be restrained on the underside of it by my ass, making my legs fold against themselves. Additional leather restraints was visible where my upper body would sit, as well as at where the legs and thighs would be. I also spotted something attached to the underside of the thin curved seat thing, and while I couldn’t make out what it was it looked like it would be pulled out yet remaining attached to the contraption.
What I supposed made it a “throne” was the elaborate demonic wood carvings framing the metalwork all around, giving it a very distinguished yet highly disturbing look.

The throne stood on a slightly raised dais, and as we approached it, between the gently swaying shadows draping the construct, I could make out that the throne could be slightly adjusted if it was desired; the back could be reclined even further, seemingly down to a horizontal position, and the growths that would bind the person’s legs could be spread even more or closed. Still I couldn’t make out what was mounted to the underside of the seat, but it seemed metallic as it gleamed dully in the torchlight.

“Up you go.” Ceri giggled and dragged me by the leash up onto the dais, Saya coming up right behind us. Coming face to face with the ominous-looking chair, I found that I wasn’t very interested in sitting in it, though I didn’t want to sit in it the first time the demon-guards mentioned it. It was all too clear how vulnerable I’d be when strapped to it, and by now I should know that if it was anything the demonesses loved, it was having me vulnerable and defenceless so that they more easily could do as they pleased.

I started resisting when they had taken the leash off the collar and unbound my wrists, intending to place me on the “throne”. I knew it was a bad move before I even started, and I was painfully reminded of that “resistance is futile” immediately. While they clearly weren’t out to really hurt me – a lot – the guards gave me a significant knock to the back of my head and a tap in my stomach, which effectively made my body sag as my head clouded over and my vision became blurry. The two of them laughed menacingly as to underline how stupid I had been as they dished out the punishment. Groaning in pain, I didn’t have time to be impressed with how easily the two of them got me onto the throne, binding my hands together behind the back-rest, and strapping my folded legs to the growths, restraining them by the ankles on the underside, and wide leather belts clamping my legs and thighs around them. A final leather strap was fastened over my belly to the reclined back.

Again, I was immobile and completely at the mercy of the – thus far – scariest of the demons I had met.

While my head slowly returned to normal and the pain in my gut started to recede, I started to instinctively test my restraints, but I could guess before I started that I wasn’t going to be able to do anything about them. Sitting like this, I was comfortable even though the only part of my backside actually sitting on the seat was the very end by the tailbone, exposing my ass as much as my groin, which I guessed wasn’t in my favour.

In front of me, seemingly paying me no heed at the moment, Saya and Ceri were content with me being securely bound to the throne, and was speaking almost leisurely to each other in their native demonic tongue as they removed their long boots, showing me their long, smooth legs. In was unsettling, how I found my captors so beautiful despite sometimes fearing for my life around them.
“Comfortable?” Saya smiled, one hand running through her white spikes and one hand eagerly playing with her breast. Next to her Ceri’s copper-coloured eyes were glaring at me with hunger while one of her hands were massaging Saya’s ass and the other rubbing her clearly eager clit.

I didn’t answer. Not that I could with the gag, but I didn’t even give them the satisfaction of a grunt. Instead I lay still, just wishing them to do whatever they were going to do and be done with it, because I knew there was no escaping from it. What was it they said? They were going to “fuck me sore”?
“Aww, little boy looks unhappy.” Ceri said with mock pouting lips, and the pair walked over to flank me on either side.

“Let’s make him feel better...” Saya cooed, one finger tracing her tattoo in her cleavage as the two of them bent down to come face to face with my cock, which until now had enjoyed a rare moment of peace and flaccidness.

Warm tongues assailed me, slowly licking my shaft and coating me with saliva. I tried my best not to get hard, with the effect of Krissa’s kisses having dissipated and the guards’ choice to get me going by “conventional means” actually giving my body a chance to resist. Sadly, it didn’t take long to make me realize that it was a losing battle. Their efforts were far too knowing, far too good for my body to attempt to ignore. Even steeling myself, forcing myself to think about being somewhere far away and doing something as little sexy as possible I still couldn’t stop my cock from starting to rise, making Saya and Ceri reward my manhood by having their wet tongues caress it even more, and before long my spent and tired cock was straining and erect again, ready to receive more stimulation even though it had gotten more than enough for a week in a single day.

Soon as my cock was fully hard, both demonesses attempted to seize my cockhead with their mouths, but Saya was slightly faster and sucked the spongy tip roughly into her mouth, making me shudder with pleasure and fear when I felt Ceri’s teeth playfully sink into my shaft when she admitted to losing the “race” to Saya. Ceri licked her way down to my balls, and stretched her tongue out even more to swirl and curl it around them, licking them masterfully and giving them butterfly kisses while Saya started bobbing her head up and down on me, making me groan which in turn made them giggle with glee. Saya sucked my cock all the way in, deep throating me with ease and making the walls inside her gullet squeeze against my meat. Seemingly for fun, while my shaft was embedded into Saya’s throat Ceri sucked both of my balls into her mouth, and the two of them laughed quietly to each other with their mouths’ stuffed when my entire reproductive organ was inside of their mouths, hungry tongues lashing against me and suction pulling not only at my manhood but my mind as well. It felt far too good.

Then they swapped, Saya shifting to work on my balls and Ceri taking my cockhead and shaft between her moist lips, and then the process started all over again with the girls orally working me over. Deep in my loins I noticed my next orgasm building, but that I had climaxed several times already this day was also felt, giving that odd sensation of pleasure and slight stinging pain that I had learned lingered in my cock after being forcefully stimulated more than I’d like. Right now that feeling was weak, though, but it was there.
“Let’s get on with this.” Ceri’s said with mock impatience, her head slipping off my cock which fell to my belly with a wet *slap*, and the brown-tressed guard straddled me, facing Saya who shifted to kneel between my legs.

“Mm, yes, get on it.” Saya cooed, holding my cock at the base and pointing it straight up, letting Ceri easily slide her wet pussy down on it after she had placed her legs on top of my thighs and supported herself with her hands on my hips. Taking it all the way inside, she took great pleasure in hearing my grunts as her incredibly tight insides began kneading my cock.
And so she started fucking me. Not slow and calm, but rather starting at a brisk tempo of stroking me with her pussy, making me shudder and tug at my restraints as my cock soaked up the delicious feeling of being inside of the brunette again.

Between my folded legs and out of view on account of Ceri being on top of me, Saya looked with increasing desire as her demonic girlfriend rode me with a passion, and Saya moaned on her friend’s behalf as she looked at the almost hypnotic gestures of Ceri’s soft pussy pumping my cock up and down with significant speed, almost drooling at the sight of my balls jumping from the force of the riding demoness’ backside slapping against my pelvis. Letting out another hushed moan, Saya moved her face closer and started to lick Ceri’s clit, moving her head according to Ceri’s motions to let the tip of her tongue remain on the brunette’s swollen love-nub and give her additional stimulation while she rode me hard and fast.

Ceri groaned loudly at the feel of Saya’s tongue on her, and in combination with her quick strokes on my cock saw her climaxing a minute later. She screamed on top of me, her nails digging uncomfortably into my hips while her body shuddered and tensed as she weathered the orgasm that was only prolonged by Saya’s relentless oral assault on her very sensitive clit.

I wasn’t far away from an orgasm of my own, and despite having had my share already today I found that I wanted this one too. Needed it. However my release came to an abrupt stall when Ceri, having enjoyed fucking me to an orgasm and having her spiky-haired companion lick her all through, climbed off of me and slid to my side, panting and softly giggling as she grabbed my cock and licked her juices off of it, making me groan with delight and the need to orgasm.
Saya joined the brunette, adding her tongue to my straining manhood as well, greedily taking the remains of Ceri’s sap and giving her a look as if scolding her for having almost licked up everything already. Their tongues ran all over me cock and also my balls, however they were very careful not to increase the stimulation and make me orgasm. Instead, they merely played with me, waiting for me to descend from the precipice of pre-orgasmic bliss. When they were content that I had, Saya quickly climbed on top of me and slid my cock into her very tight, very wet pussy.

Unlike Ceri, the tattooed one of the demonesses sat on top of me facing me, her hands on my chest where her nails scratched and pinched playfully, making grunts of pain mix with those of pleasure from my rigid shaft deep inside of Saya. Ceri moved between my legs where Saya had been, and shortly after I felt a warm tongue starting to play with my balls, and a wet finger starting to explore my asshole, making me tense and clench, another series of ragged grunts escaping my gagged mouth.

Saya was clearly enjoying herself, starting off a bit slower than Ceri had but quickly increased her tempo fucking me, and with Ceri suckling my balls I felt myself race towards climax again, my sweaty body starting to tremble again and my bound limbs restarting to tug uselessly on the restraints. Saya clearly knew that I was close, but she paid me little mind. Her upper arms were pressing her large breasts together, the pair jumping up and down as she rode me, blissful moans emanating from deep within her as she licked her fangs and lolled her head back, closing her eyes. While I couldn’t see it, between my legs Ceri had started playing with herself, two hands eagerly rubbing and stuffing her still hungry pussy while her mouth enthusiastically kept sucking and licking my testicles.

Around two minutes later, as if on cue, both me and Saya came. Her nails dug deep into the skin of my chest as her body grew rigid on top of me and she let out a long moan of ecstasy. I too groaned, my body spasming violently as it felt like my cock was being devoured by Saya’s inhuman pussy, the walls and muscles inside seeming to churn and grind against my tender meat to give us both as much satisfaction as was possible. And all the while my balls were being roughly tugged on by Ceri’s mouth, warm saliva running down to my asshole where she had re-inserted her finger.

Panting and sweating, both me and Saya seemed to momentary collapse, however Saya quickly rebounded and, taking great pleasure in seeing me twitch and eye her with pleads for her to stop, immediately started riding me again. Between my legs, Ceri pushed her finger all the way in to find my prostate, and in that moment I relived the sentence that had been said earlier, with that one word which was pronounced with far more glee than the others.

Raw...

***

Again, under sustained sexual assault from two very sexually hungry, very capable women, time had no meaning. We were there for hours, though, of that I was sure. And in those hours, for every orgasm Saya and Ceri raped me to achieve, I had one of my own. Needless to say, we all lost count relatively quickly.

They continued fucking me one at a time whilst the other found some other means to “contribute”, either by playing with my balls, my ass and prostate, my nipples, or just feeling me up, and at times playing with each other while the fucking continued. Then they’d take a “break” from fucking me, continuing to get my hypersensitive and aching cock off with their hands, mouths, and breasts, the latter being where they sandwiched my meat between both pairs and jacked me off repeatedly.

Even though they hadn’t used anything, magic or other, to force my cock to remain hard throughout, they didn’t give me a second to rest and so my overstimulated manhood had no time to even think about going limp. Sweaty, weak and drooling, I could do nothing whilst this pair of overly excited and overly horny guards quite literally fucked my brains out, making my mind flash painfully and a couple of times almost making me black out.

It was odd to think about, but it seemed like Saya and Ceri were in some kind of “cum frenzy”, for their eyes had grown wide and menacingly over the hours, and for each time I came the more eager they were to eat it all, and for each time they finished getting it all they tried to make me get off even quicker, much to my body’s protests as every touch against my red cock was a sting of pain that blended with the pleasure, but by now the pain was winning. Of course, there was no stopping them, and gagged and helpless as I was, I couldn’t exactly voice my concerns to them.

By now, though, when I ejaculated nothing came out. There was no cum left in me, the past few orgasms only producing a few drops. This didn’t make the pair go any easier on me, though. Quite the contrary. Their hands stroked harder and faster, their mouths sucked with more force, and they fucked me as though their lives depended on my seed. Snarling and apparently desperate for more semen, I witnessed a much more demonic side of these women than I had previously seen in any of the demonesses thus far while they assailed my cock with rough caresses.
But they didn’t stop. As I continued thrashing and crying as best my restrained body could, overstimulation and hypersensitivity depriving me of everything save the electric sensations coming from my crotch, they forced me to cum four more times before they actually realized that they had taken everything I had, and blissfully they took their hands off of my cock.

My body was drenched in sweat. I panted hard, but weak. My limbs shook. My vision was unclear and my head was a daze of a million confusing things. My cock, finally given the half a minute it needed, began shrinking, seeming to wither away, but even in its flaccid state it still stung.
Tears were rolling down my cheek, mixing with the drool that poked out of the drenched cloth in my mouth, and I had serious difficulties remembering where I was.

I heard the demonesses talking; apparently they had calmed down from the earlier craze. But I couldn’t make out what they were saying or even the language. I did take note of their giggling, though, and even as battered as I was I knew that was scarcely a good sign.

When my vision returned and my mind started to clear, while I was unable to distract myself from my aching manhood I was able to place myself in this room again. Next to me the demonesses were kissing each other, gazing into each other’s eyes while their hands stroked and rubbed against one another. When they noticed that I had, again, noticed them, they detached from their embrace and walked to stand beside me again, their soft and naked bodies looming over me and their eyes regarding me with... contentment?

“I’m starting to see what Krissa sees in you.” Saya smiled.

“Though your output still isn’t good enough.” I assumed Ceri meant how much cum I had given them. “Good thing that will be rectified eventually.”

I didn’t even want to think about what she meant by either “rectified” or “eventually”. Right here and now, all I was taken up with was the weariness of my body and my lingering apprehension for being taken for another ride.

“We will be leaving you now.” Saya said, kneeling down beside the throne and starting to work something under the seat.

My relief was short lived, as Ceri added “But we’ve got to fill your balls back up so that Krissa has something to give to the young ones.”

My eyes widened and my body tensed all over when I saw what Saya had retrieved from under the throne was a new kind of milking device, and from under the seat some kind of half rubber, half metallic plug had been swung out, which menacingly pointed at my exposed rear.