Arielle spent the next couple of minutes rubbing my body all over with one of the oils she kept with the soap bottles in her basket, making sure not to miss an inch of my skin. I didn’t know what it was for, nor did I have the means to ask on account of the gag, but it felt nice and warm. Obviously the lustful demoness took special care in applying the oil to my still hard cock, taking pleasure in both touching it and seeing me twitch and shiver in my bonds as the lingering sensations of post-orgasm made the touches partly exquisite and partly unbearable.

“There we go, you’re ready now.” She smiled, reluctantly letting go of my cock, knowing she would have to let go soon lest she would be unable to stop herself.

The tailed demon put away the soaps and oils, moving to stand in front of me, smiling that knowing smile of hers. Though she was a relatively small girl, half a head shorter than Krissa and a little thinner, she still managed to unhook my cuffed hands from the hook in the ceiling, open them, move my hands to my back and cuff them again. I actually tried resisting, but the swiftness and surprising strength in which she did it left me incapable of doing anything. I was gobsmacked at my own incapacity.

Retrieving the collar and leash lying by the wall, she fastened the damned thing around my neck and proceeded to unlock the cuffs around my ankles. There was nothing I could do about it, and Arielle kissed my forehead as though to underline her superiority despite her small frame, teasing me that she could control me as easily as she did. At least I could stand up properly again, which relieved a great amount of built up tension in my lower back and legs. I sighed in relief, but had little time to enjoy my “freer” state as Arielle started dragging me by the leash, leading me out of the small shower room.

“Come with me, cutie.” Arielle said happily, walking naked in front of me and her tail gently swaying behind her.

I sighed, trying to be embarrassed by being led through the seemingly endless corridor again in nothing but my birthday suit, but for some reason I didn’t care anymore. I was naked, there was nothing I could do about it, and I probably would stay naked. Besides, thus far none of the women I had met here had worn as much as a thread of clothing on.

Still, I did feel the urge to look away when I saw two shapes further down the corridor, walking towards me and Arielle. It was two young demonesses, I assumed, both very much naked. The one to the left was slightly taller than the other, sporting a cute, short hairstyle of pink tresses completed by a pair of ivory-coloured horns on either side of her head, the keratin protruding upwards and back to form something that slightly resembled folded wings. Her eyes were bright green, her pupils similar to those of a cat, and her skin was deliciously fair. Her breasts were large, about the same size as Arielle’s, but this one didn’t sport any nipple rings. Her figure was slim and inviting, with long legs and broad, enticing hips. The other demon had dark purple hair reaching her lower back, red eyes that were a little less intense than Krissa’s, and had a skin tone similar to the pink haired girl. Like the other one, the purple haired girl sported horns as well, but hers were larger and curved downwards like a ram’s. Like Arielle, she also had a slim tail ending in a pointed tip. Her breasts were full and soft, a tad larger than the pink haired girl, and her form was as perfect as Arielle’s. The two girls greeted Arielle as we passed them by, giggling amongst themselves and clearly eying my rigid cock. When we passed them, I heard them whisper excitedly amongst themselves, but I couldn’t hear what was said.

“That was Cara and Shilkeen.” Arielle smiled, looking back at me. “You’ll get to properly introduce yourself to them later.” She laughed suggestively, and looked back in front of her. I could only guess as to what she meant by “introducing” myself to them.

We walked for another minute or so, nothing differing in the hallway the farther we went. I had no idea how the demonesses navigated here, for everything was identical down to the last torch and doorknob.

“Here we are!” Arielle happily announced and stopped by a door on the left side. Nothing about this door was different from the others, making her certainness even more astounding. “You’re so lucky.” She added, and turned the handle.

The door swung open, into a room where sounds of loud groaning could be heard immediately.

***

The room wasn’t very big, but it was larger than the shower room. It was dimly lit, and it was the same kind of wooden design as Krissa’s bedroom. It had little in terms of furniture, except for an odd chair with a very obvious purpose. For in it sat Lina.

The chair held the raven-haired demoness in a very specific position. Her back rested against a padded reclined support, her arms tied behind her head on the opposite side of the same support and a wide strap running across her lower belly. Her legs were folded against her thighs and spread, strapped to padded extensions of the chair’s main body, spreading them wide and pointing the knees upward. The chair kept her completely immobile, and the reclined design left her pussy and ass open and vulnerable. A blue ball-gag was forcing her mouth open and muffling her groans, and her green eyes were watering as much as her tender womanhood. A couple of the small, orb shaped vibrators were taped against the poking nipples on her large breasts, and a third one was fixed on her swollen clit.

Apparently she had been here for a very long time, for the floor under her was wet from the dripping juices falling from her pussy, and she looked weary. She was looking at me with wide, begging eyes.

“There you are, my beautiful boy.” A familiar voice sounded, and soon Krissa stood next to me, placing a very tender hand on my chest. “All clean and smelling so wonderful.” She gave me a peck on the cheek, getting close and pressing her warm, naked body against me. She rested her head against my shoulder, using her fingers to gently brush against my erection. The effects of her last kiss still kept me hard as a pole even after all this time. I believed the effects had lasted longer today than what one of her kisses did last night, so I got to thinking that maybe Krissa could control how much of that pheromone stuff she gave me with each kiss, and like that she could control how long my erection lasted. In which case, for how long would I stay hard now? It had already been well over an hour.

“Good job Arielle.” She praised her apprentice, who smiled and thanked Krissa happily while Lina was sobbing and groaning next to us. “Take off his collar and do what you like for the time being, but you can’t stay with us.”

Arielle was clearly disappointed she couldn’t take part in whatever would happen in this room. But she obeyed, taking off my dog-collar, tossing it aside and left the room, giving me a wink as she slid the door shut behind her.

“If only you knew how much self-restraint I need not to lie you down and mount you right here and now.” Krissa groaned sensually into my ear, barely loud enough for me to hear over Lina’s muffled groans. “But there’s plenty of time for that later.” She pulled away from me and had me shift my eyes to Lina.
“You see my plaything here?” she asked needlessly. I didn’t respond. “She has been here since about an hour before you woke up. Strapped to this wicked chair, vibrators on her clit and nipples...” she spoke with clear glee in a voice of pure lustful evil. “But her moans aren’t the same as last night, where she was cumming so much she didn’t know what to do with herself. No, now her groans are those of frustration, for in the several hours she has been here the vibrators have continuously stimulated her, but denied her climax.”

I didn’t need it explained what it meant. Lina had been here being teased to death by the demonic vibrating orbs, which would repeatedly take her to the brink of orgasm then shut down, leaving her hanging in pre-orgasmic limbo before she’d descend back down from the peak, only to start up again and repeat the process. I shuddered when I thought about how Krissa’s milking machine had done the same to me last night. It must be unbearable for Lina to be left like that, and it showed in her eyes that she was driven to madness.

“I think Lina wants to cum. Do you?” Krissa stood behind me, her hands all over my chest and belly. It was a dumb question, I knew even if I hadn’t been in the same situation earlier. She was breathing hard, tears of frustration running down her cheeks, drool flowing out of her gagged mouth, and pussy-juices dripping to the floor, her body immovable and tensed up with anticipation for a release that never came.

“Do you want to help Lina cum, my pet?” Krissa asked, licking my neck. “Because you can.”

In front of us, Lina looked at me with hopeful eyes, praying that I would do whatever Krissa wanted as long as she’d be able to orgasm. Krissa removed my gag, wanting to hear a response.

“How?” I asked, once I had made my mouth accustomed to being able to speak.
Krissa chuckled ominously, and I felt her grab the base of my cock with her hand.

“Fuck her.” She whispered in my ear.

So this was what Arielle had referred to when she had said that Krissa wanted to see me fuck another woman. She had just omitted to mention that the woman was Krissa’s other prisoner – and I wasn’t ruling out that she had several other prisoners – who was unable to do anything about being fucked.
“No.” I said, and I could see Lina’s heart sink and her eyes widen with shock as well as disappointment.

“Oh?” Krissa said emotionlessly, her hand starting to slowly stroke my shaft and her other hand caressing my inner thigh. “Why not?” She didn’t really sound like she was going to accept my answer.

“I’m not going to rape a woman for your satisfaction.” I said, putting on a fake appearance of calm and confidence. I didn’t believe for a second that Krissa didn’t see through that, but I did believe that I had no desire to become a sexual felon.

“Rape?” she asked, and then let out a hushed laugh while her hands kept touching me. In front of us Lina was shuddering in the chair and heaving for breath, the vibrators shutting down and denying her orgasm yet again. “My sweet innocent boy, I think Lina would agree that if you fuck her, you’ll rescue her.”
I looked at Lina who, despite being a prisoner of the sensations of her body hung onto our conversation. Catching my gaze, she nodded frantically, trying her best to communicate that she wanted what Krissa was suggesting. She didn’t care for much right now besides just cumming, the denied sensations ravaging her bound body more than enough to drive even a demoness’ body and mind to insanity.

“Besides,” Krissa started, her hand started to pay knowing attention to my pre-cum oozing cockhead and placing a kiss on my cheek. “If I ever give you the impression that you have a choice in anything I say, you only need to know that you don’t.” She smiled. “And also,” she paused, and I could feel her hot breath on my neck while she laughed soundlessly behind me. “Every time you tell me ‘no’, you need to face the consequences.”

I shivered from top to bottom, the thought of what punishments Krissa could dish out if what I had endured so far was merely the regularly scheduled programming chilling me to the bone, and how much I’d hate myself for ever saying the n-word to the silver-tressed demon if I knew what she would do.

“So, my pretty toy, assume the position.”

I didn’t like any of this, but it was clear that Lina truthfully wanted me to fuck her, to help her achieve what the infernal vibrators wouldn’t give her, and I suspected that Krissa had her methods to get what she wanted regardless of how much I refused. And the prospect of the “consequences” Krissa mentioned lessened my will to resist. Sighing, defeated yet again, I moved over to stand between Lina’s bound, spread legs. Lina was sitting a little low, so I had to bend my knees slightly to make our genitals level. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, so I had to navigate my straining cock with my hips to get it inside.

Lina’s pussy was seemingly spilling over with her juices, and she was as ready as she could be for a man’s asset. Getting my manhood aligned with her opening, I pushed it in, all the wetness making the gesture effortless, and with only two strokes my cock was all the way inside her. Lina’s eyes closed, her head rolled back and she cried into her gag. At first I was afraid I was hurting her, but I soon discovered that her cries was those of relief, that finally more of her was getting some stimulation.

“That’s it...” Krissa cooed, walking past me to stand at Lina’s left side. “Now fuck her, slowly.” She emphasized the last word, and while she spoke she removed the vibrators from Lina’s sweaty, trembling body one by one.
Krissa really got off on being in control, I mused. Not only was she making me fuck Lina, but she was also going to dictate how I’d go about doing that.
Lina groaned with mixed relief and disappointment when the vibrators were taken off her, her clit and nipples still aching from the sensations. When my cock had entered her body she had held her breath, the feeling of her denied cavern being filled sparking bolts of lightning inside her head, which in turn made her howl and cry into her gag. She knew that a couple dozen thrusts by my cock was all that would be needed to finally get her over the edge, but she also knew that Krissa knew that. And the latter fact meant that she wouldn’t be enjoying the release as quickly as she craved.

“Sloooowly.” She repeated, and not daring to do anything but comply, that’s what I did, dragging my cock unhurried back out of Lina’s cunt, using about two seconds an inch, and similarly when I slowly sank it back into her.
She was warm and very tight, and I could swear it felt like the neglected walls inside her vagina deliberately tried to knead my manhood to death, forcing as much contact with me as they could. Already now I felt that doing this as slowly as Krissa wanted was killing me, for my hips seemed to try and speed up on their own, so it took every last bit of my willpower to restrain myself as not to get ahead of myself. So despite the difficulty, I continued fucking Lina slower than I had ever done any girl before, trying to push my cock’s desire to go faster out of my head.

Content with that I followed her order, Krissa captured Lina’s chin and turned her head so that she could look her captive in her green eyes.
“Ooh doesn’t he feel just wonderful?” she smiled mockingly, taking great delight in toying with her like this. “I know he does. He fucked me so hard this morning, his great cock filling me so perfectly, making me soar with its touches.”

Lina groaned, her eyes pleading for release, her body trying to snake away from the torturous slowness of my strokes, wanting more and wanting it harder and faster.

Krissa’s hands crept up Lina’s side to grab the black-haired demoness’ full breasts, pinching her nipples and making Lina squeal from her touches.
“Oh I know, I know.” She whispered, loving every moment of Lina’s sweet predicament. “Relax, soak up his wondrous hardness inside you.”

All of us in the room knew that Krissa telling Lina to “relax” under these circumstances was just another mockery, for if there was something that a repeatedly denied body was unable to do, it was relax. I should know, and I knew that I’d rather be without that experience. Dreadfully, I guessed that I would experience it again way too soon.

During Krissa and Lina’s short conversation – or was Krissa’s monologue a more apt description? – I had managed to thrust in and out of Lina’s yearning pussy a whole three times, the slowness driving even me crazy, and my heart went out to Lina for the madness that she must surely be enduring. Her eyes, her shuddering body and her fearful moans seemed to confirm that, Krissa playing with her breasts not helping to quell her desire to cum.

This went on for around ten minutes, me fucking Lina slower than what should be allowed, and Krissa fondling the poor bound demoness’ body and talking about sex, climaxing and everything she had thus far denied Lina.

Lina was so close to cumming, but the exasperating slowness in which I was made to thrust in and out of her made her try anything she could to speed it up, even though she knew it was all futile. She tried thrusting forward with her hips, but she was completely immobile. She tried breaking her bonds, but it was impossible. She tried relaxing and focusing on her body’s signal to expedite the climax, even if just for a few seconds, but it couldn’t be done. Like me, she was a prisoner of arguably the most devious and unashamed of demonesses, as well as a prisoner of her own body. Sobbing in frustration, Lina found she could still do nothing but wait for her body to reach the orgasm, praying and hoping that she would actually be granted it, imploring that Krissa wouldn’t abort this one as she had done every single one Lina had approached so far today.

For my part the slowness of this was getting vastly unbearable as well. I wanted to speed up, to get Lina off and myself, but I didn’t dare. I was surprised at myself for actually managing to maintain this ridiculously dawdling pace, for hadn’t Krissa specified that going against her would result in “consequences” I knew I would have broken rank and thrust into Lina’s wonderful and tight pussy hard and fast ages ago, my cock wanting so much more, and Lina’s pussy feeling far too good.

Next to us, Krissa was so enjoying the show, her crossed legs hiding the fact that her own pussy was dripping. Her level of horniness was partly due to seeing her thrall so helpless and completely under the urge to cum that everything else around her had seemed to fade away long ago. The biggest part, however, was from watching me, watching my cock dip into Lina and slide back out, the image of my hardness making her mind race. She knew that I was struggling to maintain this slow speed, but what I didn’t know was that Krissa herself was fighting not to push me to the floor and jump my bones.
“Oh, I struck gold when I picked you, my little boy.” She thought, looking at my body with the kind of awe nobody expected somebody like Krissa to look at anyone with. She made sure nobody saw her give me that look.

I wondered, if I knew just how much I turned Krissa on, would I have taken advantage of that?

I started to feel myself get close. It was undeniable that the pace in which I fucked Lina was unbearable, but her tight and wet pussy didn’t feel any less great around my manhood, making me groan with teasing pleasure, mental images of me taking this girl for a real ride forming in my head, fucking her doggy-style, pounding her, stoking my cock with her deliciously large breasts....
While I was temporarily lost in thought Krissa shifted beside to Lina. She bent down, her lips latching onto Lina’s left nipple and breasts, and her hand found Lina’s swollen, acing clit and started rubbing it potently. She didn’t say anything, but it was clear to everyone what was happening, and nobody as more relieved than Lina.

She was finally letting her bound plaything cum.

With Krissa personally and masterfully working Lina’s nipple and clit, she passed the point of no return the very next time my cock sank all the way into her to the hilt. She drew her breath, head rolling back and her back arcing as best it could while her eyes seemed to roll back into her skull before closing.
“Fuck her as hard and fast as you can, now!” Krissa told me, parting her mouth from Lina’s big breast just long enough to speak that sentence. She didn’t have to tell me twice, and I started banging away into Lina, my balls slapping against her perineum with every forward stroke.

And Lina came.

A long, loud and intense howl radiated within the four walls of the dimly lit room, her body trembling and spasming so hard it sounded like the chair she was bound in was going to fall apart. A hundred denied orgasms ravaged her body like a thunderstorm, and the added stimulation of me fucking her harder and faster, as well as Krissa’s fingers rubbing her clit and the mouth sucking her nipple made the sensations all the more intense.

I watched with amazement and disbelief at the beautiful captive’s body heaving and shuddering as she weathered the forceful climax while I pounded away, an orgasm of my own quickly appearing in the distance. I didn’t notice it, but when Lina’s orgasm started to recede, Krissa moved away from Lina’s side, smiling, to stand behind me between Lina’s spread legs.

Krissa giggled to herself, and pressed her bare body up against me, her soft, big breasts pillowing against my back. “Don’t get ahead of yourself now, my dear pet.” She said and grabbed my cock when it was taken halfway out of Lina’s pussy which seconds ago had gone berserk, apparently trying to eat up my manhood when it finally achieved the climax it had demanded for several hours. Krissa placed her other hand on my hip, and I wanted to protest when she dragged me and my cock back and out of Lina, making it spring out of her wet cave. My cock was completely covered with a generous amount of Lina’s climactic juices, and it was straining and ready to burst, but I managed to suppress my desire to speak up, knowing that whatever I had to say wouldn’t do much good.
I wanted to speak up because I thought Krissa was now going to deny me my orgasm, but she soon proved otherwise. The hand gripping my cock started stroking it, the hand gliding wonderfully on Lina’s juices, her other hand moved from my hip to grab and caress my balls.

“Come on, my pet.” She sighed lustfully. “Shoot all over her, come on...”
Her hand was holding my cock tight and pumping it as fast as she could, her fingers a blur as she jacked me off, making me cum in record time. I groaned and tossed my head back, spurts of thick white semen jetting out of me with incredible velocity. Krissa aimed my cock so that the ropes of cum splattered against Lina’s breasts and her belly, a couple ropes going far enough to streak her face, some getting in her hair as I whimpered and breathed irregularly.
When my climax receded and I started descending from the peak of orgasmic bliss, Krissa’s hand slowed on my cock, but didn’t stop. Looking at Lina, Krissa’s mouth watered from seeing her prisoner messed up by a good amount of my cum, and while she wanted little more in this world than go over and lick it all off of her, she had other priorities at the moment.

“Good boy.” she whispered, giving me a surprisingly affectionate kiss on the cheek. I was panting, amazed to see so much semen on Lina when I had shot a big load on Arielle not that long ago.

Letting go of my cock and balls, the red-eyed demon walked past me over to Lina. “Someone will be around to play with you some more in a little while.” She smiled evilly, and picked up one of the vibrating orbs, placing it back on Lina’s clit. In her state of post-orgasmic vulnerability, the vibrator wasn’t a welcome addition. Unable to help herself, Krissa bent down and licked Lina’s breasts clean of my cum, leaving the rest on her.

“Me and my pet are going in the other room.” She looked at me, and I saw something in her eyes that, while probably much fun for her would not be as fun for me. Collecting the gag, she put it in place around my head, silencing me yet again, reattaching the collar around my neck and started leading me towards the door.

“We’re going to address that ‘no’ immediately...”