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.