Many have asked, and since I love you all so, I have now created the official Orgasm Torture blog! =D

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                Work had been another definite disaster. Being employed as a glorified spell-checker at the local newspaper had hardly ever been my dream profession, but then it did involve writing. My ambition to become a published writer in my own right with my own words on other’s lips – as opposed to my corrected words by someone else – was still very much alive, but the dreariness that was my current job did nothing but zap the strength from me. So yet another day and afternoon had passed, with me finding one proverbial fire after another that needed dousing, and before I knew it the clock was way past eight o’clock.

                “Fuck it…” I muttered and switched the computer off, collecting the three empty mugs of coffee on my desk – all stained with coffee in case someone was curious as to what kept me going during the workday – and tossing them into the sink in the kitchen/lunch area. Everybody else had already left – after all it was Friday, and anybody who was something in this depressing place had no intentions of putting in an extra effort if that meant losing a second of their precious weekends – so the office was dark and silent. In my zombie-like stares at the monitor, I had actually not noticed the lights being turned off, and I wondered if whoever had done it realized I was still there.

                Punching in the code for the general alarm-system hooked up to the front door, I had a generous fifteen seconds to vacate before the security switched back on, but having heard the drumming rain for the past hour did not mean I was in a hurry to expose myself to the weather.

                The town was dark and gloomy, the depressing rain having covered everything and tinting it even darker. Even though it was Friday, all the popular watering holes lay on the other side of town, and so there was hardly another person out. And if they were out, they had the good sense of sitting inside a car to shield themselves from the biting cold and rain.

                Pulling my coat tightly around me, not having prepared for a change in the weather, I prepared for a very wet walk home. Yes, I was so “active” that I employed my legs between work and my apartment, and while it was just a fifteen minute walk each way, on days like today I berated myself for taking my bike, at least. So, I stuck my hands in my pockets and started the hike, not doing much else but pout and feel sorry for myself and this fantastic start of the weekend.

                At least it was weekend. At least I wouldn’t have to do anything but lie on the couch with my video games and shows.

                So I walked, trudging, trying to avoid the puddles and being splashed by passing cars. But for all my skill at dodging water, the rain still steadily soaked through my clothes, adding to my mental misery and bitterness. The only thing I currently had going for me was the weekend. There was no beautiful, buxom girlfriend waiting for me at home with a delicious home-cooked meal and a kiss, most of my friends had moved on to greener pastures, and my closest family had just left on a six-week long vacation somewhere south of the Equator. Meaning I’d spend the time I had off alone, procrastinating and tossing off to whatever interesting material I was sure to scrounge up in the quiet hours.

                Thoroughly wet and equally as miserable, I finally arrived at my apartment. It was the loft – or “penthouse”, as I’d jokingly call it – of a three story house, every floor a separate flat. I did not really know my neighbours nor had I cared enough to get to know them, so I did not know if anybody would be around this weekend. The guy living on the first floor was a weird person who apparently believed him to be more popular than he actually was, so I had no difficulties ignoring him. The girl on the second floor was cute enough, yet an obnoxious bitch who seemed to live more at the bars than she did at home. Hoping not to see either of them as I entered the building and ascended the stairs, I let out a sigh of relief to be back inside.

                As I unlocked my front door and headed inside, my head snapped up as I could swear I felt something tapping the back of my head, the sensation so odd I did not know if it was actually inside my mind, yet looking around me in bewilderment, I found nothing or nobody around. Why would there be?

Shrugging it off, I undressed, hanging my dripping clothing up in the bathroom and turning the heat up before I stepped into the shower. There, I once again contemplated the duality of being wet. Standing in the shower like now, letting the warm water clear away all the day’s dirt and soothing my mind felt fucking amazing. Yet, this was a different type of wetness than the kind of wet I had been when walking home. In fact, being wet outside when you really did not want to be was one of the most miserable and dreary sensations there were, and thinking about it just made me all the more happy to be inside.

After having lathered, rinsed and repeated, I switched the water off and stepped out of the blissful box of cleansing, towelling myself from top to bottom then wrapping the towel around my waist as I stepped into my living room. Flicking on the TV to hear the evening news as I found a convenient microwavable dinner in the fridge and started heating it, then took a moment to sit down and close my eyes for just a moment.

Again I felt something akin to a gentle tap on my head – or was it really in my head? – and while I reached around with my hand to feel the back of my skull as my eyes looked around the flat, while I found it strange, I couldn’t do much else but yet again shrug it off. Blaming it on fatigue, I went to get the food when the microwave dinged.
 
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I discovered I had fallen asleep on the couch. The plastic tray of my dinner stood empty on the table, and the TV was still jabbering on – now showing some retarded reality show or other. Looking at the watch I was relieved to see it was only half past ten, as I knew myself well enough to know that I had slept for an hour more I would have had serious trouble going back to sleep again.

Stretching and yawning, uncaring to the fact my towel had slid off, I walked about my flat naked as I tidied up and switched off the tube before sitting down by my computer to find something to… keep myself awake with, at least for a little bit.

After my relatively new computer finished booting up, I went online in search of something to stroke it to, and checked the usual sites where I knew where to find the material I was… particular to. It was not something I announced to anybody, and when I was being honest with myself, I almost tried to convince me that I was not really into it, but that did not stop me looking for bondage stuff, preferably the kind with women in the dominant roles.

Scrolling down one of the usual blogs, my manhood now completely hard and ready for attention, I heard a voice from behind me, accompanied by warm breath against my neck.

“Well well well…”

I screamed in surprise, and managed to jump out of my chair rather than fall off it, spinning around to locate the source of the sensual, female voice…

…and my jaw dropped when my eyes registered who had, seemingly, appeared in my apartment out of thin air.

“Aren’t you a boy with naughty interests?”

It was an unrealistically attractive woman, but so fantastical in appearance my first thoughts dribbled the notion that she was not entirely human. She had cascading hair of silver, silken and smooth, hanging past her shoulders. Her skin was pallid, but the apparent softness was clear to anybody who looked at it. Her face was both sensual and alluringly beautiful, yet there was a sinister nature to her expression that it seemed she was well aware of. Her lips and nails were black, a stark contrast to her pale skin, and yet it was impossible to tell if it was actually makeup or the natural colour. Then I noticed her eyes. They were dark red, beaming her nature to me by the raw power of her look, and gazing into them, I just knew this was a scary woman, but for so many reasons I did not understand. She was grinning at me, presenting sharp, vampire-like fangs, and the way she looked at me made me shudder. I contemplated running away, and yet I found my feet seemed rooted to the ground.

Then, finally, I took notice of another thing as the initial shock started to – slowly – recede. She was completely naked but for a pair of black panties that were so skimpy one had to debate whether or not it counted as an actual garb. Me being me, my eyes first landed on her huge chest. The breasts were the largest I had ever seen, with perky nipples and a fullness that was clear even from just looking at them. The way she stood with her arms crossed in front of her made her upper arms push them together, and I think my still-erect cock actually twitched at the sight. She had a very sensual and tight belly as well, broad hips and shapely thighs, and I did not actually have to see it to know that she’d have a spectacular ass. Her legs were long and smooth, in fact there wasn’t even a hint of any sort of hair on her body that wasn’t on her head.
“What… why… what… what…?” I tried communicating, and neither my vocabulary nor intelligence currently shone through.

“Finally we meet face to face.” She smiled, her crimson eyes fixating on my cock, and she bit her lip. “And you even dressed up for me.”

“Who are you?” I finally managed, then reached for my towel to hide my shame in front of the intruder.

The sinister woman walked towards me, which in turn made me step back until I hit the wall behind me, seriously contemplating whether it would be best to run away from her, whoever – whatever – she was.

“Ah yes, I probably should introduce myself.” She said, turning away and walking towards the single window in my living room, looking outside then closing the drapes. “After all, I know everything about you, my sweet.”

My eyebrows raised and my heartbeat raced, and I don’t think I have ever managed such a completely perfect look of bewilderment.

“My name is Krissa.” She said with a confusing smile, indulging in an overdramatized curtsy. “And I have come to bring you to your new home.”

My thoughts were spinning and, while the initial surprise was starting to wind down, the fear I was feeling still did not recede. It was not because I had an overwhelming feeling that this woman would harm me…

…rather it was an alien sensation deep in my marrow that told me she would change my life in such a way that returning to a normal existence would no longer be possible.
“What?” I managed, still not being very literate.

Krsyté sighed with a short giggle, looking me up and down with hunger in her unnatural eyes.

“My sweet little boy.” She began. “Without you knowing it, I have taken an active interest in you for the better part of a month now. I’ve come to this world in search of a new, shall we say “partner”, for me and my kin. I found you one day, sitting at some café. Your appearance was immediately pleasing to me, and I decided to keep an eye on you for a while.

“Through the weeks I watched and learned, always in your shadow, always out of sight. I learned of your life, of your yearns, of your joys, your sorrows, your body, your personality, and indeed, the workings of your mind. And while you’ll probably not admit to it now, you are not quite content with the life you lead, are you?”

Stunned silence was all she got from me, which seemed to give her another reason to smile that smile which made my blood run cold.

“No matter. One day you will thank me for what I mean to do.” With that, she made a slow gesture with her hand, and I watched in shock and disbelief as my towel shredded in my grip, the tortured pieces scattering by my feet. “No need to wear anything for my sake.” She grinned.

“But why?” I stammered, still trying to wrap my head around what she was saying. She had spied on me, that much was clear, but “in my shadow?” How was that even possible? And then, how was my towel ripping into pieces by itself possible?

If there were any doubts as to this woman’s humanity – or lack thereof – the last of them vanished as she gestured again, and my body manipulated my limbs without me actually doing it. My arms raised up over my head as if suspended by invisible rope, and my legs spread as if held by ethereal clamps. Like this I could not move in any useful manner, and my fear spiked anew as the demonic woman approached me, her slender hands starting to caress my chest and hair.

“Look, I could tell you everything you could possibly want to know right now, but I am afraid a side-effect of the manner of transportation we’ll shortly employ on a mere mortal like you, is temporary loss of memory. In fact I doubt very much you’ll remember anything of this evening when we arrive on the other side.” This was only partly true, Krissa thought with a hidden grin as she felt up my body. She would make sure the events of this evening remained locked away in my psyche until, after a good while, she was satisfied that I’d be able to look back on my soon to be old life and not miss a single part of it.

“For now, just be content with that you have been chosen by me because I see potential in you to become our new lord.”

I was as perplexed – seemingly all I could be whenever she tried explaining something – but I had at least finally understood that this woman really meant to abduct me, and I panicked. Of course, I could not move, and now I found I could not speak either, fuelling my terror even further.

“Shhh.” Krissa said, cupping my face in her palms and giving me something like a maternal, loving smile. “You have nothing to be afraid of. If there is one thing I won’t do, it is cause your body harm. While you do not understand everything right now, and probably won’t for a long time, take solace in the fact that your body is what we really need. And we need it badly…”

Who “we” were I of course had no idea of, but even in my sorry state I could deduce that Krissa was talking about more beings like her, but her words really did little to ease my fears at the moment.

“You see, we are a society where men are never born, and while our world is a beautiful one, I fear you will not see the outside world until you are deemed worthy. And the only way you will do that, is win us all over with this.”

Krissa kneeled in front of me, and when she seized my manhood, I noticed it was still hard.

“We feed on semen,” she said matter of factly, giving my shaft a few gentle strokes while she talked. “And it has been many generations since our last lord passed.”

She brought my hard cock to her mouth, running it all over her lips, and the expression on her face – her eyes closing – seemed to be that of a person reunited with the love of their life.

“We need another lord badly. We have been without a man for too long.” She said softly, nearly whispering, and locked her black lips around my tip, making me groan immediately as she started sucking.

Despite myself, I immediately took note of the woman’s expert oral skill. She sucked with passion, with vigour as though her life depended on how good she made me feel, and her warm saliva soon coated my erection from tip to base. One of her hands found my balls and began kneading them gently, wondrously, and shortly after she moved her head down on my length, taking my cock all the way down her throat, urging another series of groans from me.

She sucked me like nobody had ever sucked me before, deep-throating me without effort, massaging me with the muscles in her throat, and her hands rubbed my balls and my thigh, fast forwarding me into a land of pleasure I could not even have imagined.

Unsurprisingly it did not take long for her to make me cum. She pulled herself off my cock so that just the head was inside her tightly sealed lips, and she sucked me with such force I momentarily wondered if she’d make my manhood pop off my body. As I started shooting my load directly into her ravenous mouth, one of her hands pumped my spit-covered shaft hard and fast, the other hand gently tugging on my ballsack. I groaned and weakened in my invisible bonds, unloading into her vacuum-like mouth and shuddering in pleasures I had never experienced.

Krissa detached from my cockhead with a wet suck, and her expression looked like a woman who had had her first mind-shattering orgasm.
“Ooooh yes.” She groaned under her breath, then exclaimed “That is so good!”

She hadn’t had fresh semen for so long, for she did not believe in finding herself a random man and draining him dry, like some of her sisters were fond of whilst waiting the coming of the next lord. To Krissa it was all about quality, and the quality of the subject of her interests the past month was the only unanswered question she had had. Now there really were no reasons not to bring me back home.

After all, when all was said and done, her reputation and desire not to become a slave for a year – like poor Lina, currently tied up in Krissa’s chambers with only vibrators for company – depended on that the human she brought back would be their next lord. Having sampled my seed and found it perfect, if not as voluminous as she’d like, she would now start the training program she had planned and perfected since long before laying eyes on me for the first time.

“Oh yes, you will do nicely.” She winked as she stood back up, giving my spent cock a few playful strokes. “Tonight you start your new life, and I promise it will be better than you can imagine.”

She drew a circle in the empty space in front of her with a finger, and a moment later a thick cloud-like substance, violet in colour with dancing sparks going around and through it, materialized in my apartment, and despite my fright I was stunned at what I witnessed.

“Let us go to your new home.” She smiled, releasing me from whatever held me, but I was still not master of my own body. As though voluntary, I took her hand and she led me towards the unnatural, billowing purple smoke dancing in front of us. Upon touching it, Krissa started disappearing through it, and with a hammer for a heart, questions and fear storming through me, I too was pulled into the strange, surging matter.

And though I did not know it yet, I was leaving Earth behind.