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Commission-Stories by J-Cal CHAPTER 1 It was a well-executed ambush, to be sure. That they had been waiting for him was beyond a shadow of a doubt, and while he had found himself in hairier situations than this in the past, he had somehow fallen victim to a trick so old he had not considered it as anything he needed to concern himself with. Fending off a flurry of sword-strikes and high kicks, Red Robin, one of Gotham’s masked protectors, had backed himself into a tripwire. Activated by his passing hee…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Better late than never, but better sooner than later? Greetings, readers! Sure has been quite a ride, and a wait, to get this story done. When I first submitted the first chapters of Orgasm Torture way back in 2010(!!!) I had no idea it would garner such a loyal and devoted fanbase. You, readers, have been wonderful and your feedback has helped get this story to its inevitable conclusion; I only apologize for taking so long to finish it. As always, I hope you'll leave a comment after rea…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Still bound to the padded log, Lina had endured another three orgasms forced upon her by Krissa and her double-penetration vibrating strap-on. Each orgasm had been more powerful than the last, and every time she came Krissa had used less time to achieve that orgasm than the last. The captive demon panted, another slim dribble of slobber escaping her still gagged mouth. Every now and then Krissa would smack her captive’s butt-cheeks, and prior slaps had made Lina’s bum red and receptive, making …

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Content with leaving me as the machine raped my sensitive body for the third orgasm in as many minutes, Krissa’s mind was now with her other thrall. The clit-ring she had placed on Lina as she left her alone had done its work admirably in the while the black-haired demoness was left to her fate. It’s unremitting vibrations easily pushed the bound demon to several orgasms, and though they were far less intense than others Lina had weathered in this room, her cunt and body was still overly sensit…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal I don't know how I ended up here. I'd been walking home from town in the biting chill and rain, hurrying along to avoid being exposed to the razor winds for more than what was needed. I had entered my front door, then… nothing. I don't know if I blacked out or of something made me black out, all I knew is that I wasn't home anymore. I was inside a softly illuminated room, lying on my back in a large, soft bed. And I couldn't move. A young, beautiful and naked girl - apparently she intended…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal 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. …

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal “I call it the ‘trifecta’-machine!” Arielle beamed, presenting her new hand-crafted device to Krissa, who took the machine and beheld it with mute interest – whilst I, open mouthed, regarded it both with expectation and trepidation. Arielle explained the functions of the machine with pride. It was a thick metallic cylinder with a tight, self-lubricating fleshy opening where a cock would be inserted, exactly most other milking-machines I had so far seen. But this one had tw…

The Hamilton Facility by J-Cal The screen had resumed showing porn as soon as Christie left, and this time, want it or not, I was far more receptacle to it. The scene currently showing – the fourth since Christie had left a while ago – showed a busty Asian girl giving a very tender, very hot titjob in a pool, the surface of the water rippling with the bouncing of her boobs on the cock nestled in the cleavage. My own cock was bouncing with anticipation, pre-cum already wetting the tip, and watching the screen…

Orgasm-Control---Mean-Girls-and-Their-Playthings by J-Cal “I trust you aren’t having any ideas about release,” she grinned wickedly as she put the last belt through the metal clasp and tightened it. “I was not joking yesterday when I said that any time you are brought down here, you will not, ever, be granted that.” The chair from yesterday had been exchanged for an X-shaped wooden frame upon which he lay, four thick leather straps on each limb that held him firmly down, barely allowing him the freedom to move his head and fingers…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal ************************************************************* AUTHOR'S COMMENTS: 1. Had to change my avatar because of HF's new rule about not using nude material in the avatars. I promise everyone that despite the little picture, it is still I. =p 2. As I am a whore for feedback, much like the demonesses are for semen (heyoooo!), I would like to urge everyone who enjoy "Orgasm Torture" to leave a comment after reading new chapters. Tell me what you like, what you might like to see hap…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Krissa entered, locking the door behind her and coming towards the table I was strapped to. She was wearing but a skimpy, thin black thong that hardly even covered her front part. I had just finished climaxing and was catching my breath when the silver-haired demoness stepped into my static field of view, and while Lina hadn’t been nearly as intense as last time I was still relieved that Krissa showed up. I assumed to rescue me from Lina’s clutches. She looked down at me, s…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Krissa sucked me off, taking the last amount of seed I had left in me and swallowed it happily, stating it was her supper. As per usual, she released me from the throne but restrained me with my hands behind my back with ease, and retrieved the leash and started walking me out of the “throne room” and back to her bedroom. I was tired beyond anything I had ever been before, and I had to fight not to doze off in that infinite hallway and fall flat on my face. Instead I merely followed Kriss…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal ( New artwork; finally Arielle is drawn to life! =D ) *** The following hour was a mind-numbing flurry of countless sensations and experiences. Rav worked my cock with continued perfection, stroking me into delirium and pleasure-coma, actually emptying her bottle of lube in her quest to drain my balls, but in her calm, caring and affectionate manner that kept enthralling me. And while my loads became smaller and smaller, my ejaculations were never dry, something Rav …

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal I was definitely not being denied anymore. The next few hours, or however long it really was, was a blur of intense sensations and forced orgasms. The giantess sisters’ expert touches and alluring voices dragged load after load from my spent cock, and I could do nothing but lie in my bonds and pant and sweat and shiver. Rav and Vere were insatiable, every load of cum drunk with ravenous hunger, and each taste made them even hungrier despite my ejaculations offering them less and less. I st…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Nervous sweat formed on my forehead and back as Krissa marched me out of that room, leaving poor Lina at the mercy of a single vibrator all alone, and set the course up the hallway where Arielle had led me down earlier. I regretted more than ever telling the silver haired demon no, yet I still believed that I did the right thing under the circumstances. But the fear of what my captor would do because of that “no” was making me an anxious mess. The fear of not knowing what she might do was the w…

The Hamilton Facility by J-Cal I would have been fascinated by the technology behind the machine currently slurping and spinning on me hadn’t it been for the fact that I knew it wouldn’t let me orgasm. I mean, I was fascinated. The awesome, life-like feel of the warm, fleshy insides and the way it moved in different ways in perfect unison was nothing short of spectacular. As a masturbatory aid, this slick steel tube put any other toys for men to shame. It was cock worship on a biomechanical level, the bumpy, lubed interior m…

Orgasm-Control---Mean-Girls-and-Their-Playthings by J-Cal 1 - Operation All of her best friends had joined her for her latest assignment; the dark of night, the overcast sky, and the black-within-black shadows, all of which assisted her as she walked on soundless feet across the compound. Hugging the walls of what her pre-mission briefing had labelled some sort of administrative structure, the deadly end of her handgun with a built-in suppressor leading the way, the black clad operative stalked towards her target, her controlled, practised b…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal I don’t know for how long I lay like that, but when the machine started the fifth cycle of building me towards a climax I wouldn’t reach I started to go insane. Though my ability to tell time was shattered, I just somehow knew that I was closing in on the full hour Krissa had told me I would stay like this, if not more than that hour. The worst part about the device and its carefully placed gestures and gentle suction was how it played with my body beyond my cock. Every time the infernal tube t…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Author's Comments: Finally, here it is, chapter 29! Just one more chapter to go! My sincere thanks to all of you for your patience and kind words. Without you, I know I would not have made it this far. *** I awoke, presumably several hours later, feeling slightly disoriented. My teeth gritted and my eyes clenched shut, a hand automatically seeking my head as an intense throb shot pained spikes down my entire body. After a bit I registered that I was lying in Krissa’s bed, the thin cov…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Time was no longer an aspect of my existence. A minute could be as long as an hour, and half an hour would feel like half a day. How I managed to stay conscious during that time still amazed me. I was convinced that whatever demon-magic was keeping me in this room and refusing to let me pass out as a normal human should had to be of epic strength, for surely no human had ever endured this kind of treatment. “Orgasm torture” felt like the appropriate term, yet it was odd to couple those two word…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Who could say for how long it went on, me being milked by Arielle’s diabolically effective machine whilst the apprentice herself was pounded into submission by Krissa. Though towards the end I was pretty sure I was about to lose consciousness. My manhood felt aflame inside the churning machine, and my balls desperately tried to escape from the drooling prison in which they were being perpetually massaged and licked. When Krissa finally stopped enjoying thrusting her dildo i…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal 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 …

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Still recovering from the massive climax forced on me by Krissa, I had finally settled down in my bonds as I got my breathing under control. Krissa had decided to pay her other thrall a little visit on the other side of the room, leaving me alone to recuperate for a little while. Though she was exhausted from cumming countless times without reprieve whatsoever, Lina realized - between her muffled shrieks of stinging agony and the sweetest bliss - that though she wanted to be released and a…

The Hamilton Facility by J-Cal As job interviews went, this one seemed to be progress very well indeed. The lady seemed to like me, seemed to believe in my marketable skills, and definitely enjoyed the respectful yet unformal social skills I laid upon her as we conversed at the little café. It was one of those joints that had very few seats inside by the bar, but had a larger amount of seats outside on the street in the pedestrian zone; the dozen or so tables effectively screened from the bustling crowds by three sides of wa…

Doctor's Orders by J-Cal The hours crept by unbearably slow, the after-effects of the three denied orgasms not helping in the slightest. Even after my manhood had lost sensation it took well over an hour for it to grow soft, presumably because of the remains of Katherine’s drug, and in such as state it was impossible not to focus on it, much less rest. The only thing I managed to do, somewhat, was calm down, and that was just because that was the only thing I could actually do. The room was completely dark, save …

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal 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-o…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Despite my fatigued protests – perhaps encouraged further because of them – the two demonesses smiled quite pitilessly as they got the new toys into position. The first thing was a rubber and steel – it looked like – construct in the shape of an egg, which was fastened to a few swing- and turnable rods that connected the contraption to the underside of the “throne”. Relishing in my horrified, if drained look, Ceri lubed up the egg and started pushing it into my ass. My sphincter closed up all o…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Arielle, the incredibly sensual apprentice demoness came towards the bed, her slender tail swinging casually behind her. She was smiling broadly, her canine fangs glinting against the candlelight, giggling as she approached. She was holding something in her hands, something that seemed roughly cylindrical, but it was wrapped up in cloth, and so making out a definitive shape was difficult. “Hi there!” she beamed, putting what she held down next to the bed and climbed into it, unashamed…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Trin sat, her ankles still securely fastened to her thighs, a ring-gag still forcing her wet mouth open, her arms still bound behind her back by tight ropes around her wrists and above the elbows. Legs spread, her tight young womanhood had still the eight inch fake manhood inside her, vibrating as powerfully as ever, with one strap of the dildo’s harness pushing against her clit. She huffed and groaned softly, sweat beading on her face and elsewhere. Under her, a small pool of her womanly juice…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Content leaving me in the very capable caresses of her apprentice, Krissa turned her attention back to Lina, still bound and spread on the table that elevated her lower back, and thus presenting her womanhood for all to see. And do whatever they wished with. Having been given several minutes of rest – the ball-gag had even been removed to allow her jaw to relax – Lina would have been content, but she knew all too well that if Krissa gave her a reprieve between sessions, the next one would proba…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal “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…

Doctor's Orders by J-Cal It was Friday night, I had met Katherine at the local watering hole just two hours ago, and already we were barging in the front door of my first-floor apartment, kissing feverishly and tearing off our jackets as the door was slammed shut behind us. Katherine was a gorgeous brunette in her early thirties with eyes that matched her waist-long hair framed in smart, square glasses, and had silken, sun-tanned skin and had one of the most unlikely attractive bodies I had seen. Beneath her jet-black …

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal I didn’t know how much time passed. How could I know. For all I knew I had been strapped to this wooden X-frame for a full day already. When one was subjected to constant, forced stimulation and countless orgasms as a result, time ceased to matter. All that did, was the sensations of your body. I had even passed beyond whatever state I had reached under the continuous torment of the milking machines – even if they made me cum or denied me orgasm. My body wasn’t able to tighten up and try to tea…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Krissa seemed, for the moment, content on watching me tremble whilst the machine slowly worked me to another orgasm I could do without. My balls felt like they were burning, my shaft numb and sore and my cockhead about to explode in more ways than one. It was amazing to me how my body still had the capacity to feel what radiated from my cock, and why I didn’t faint from the intensity of everything. Then again, my capturer wasn’t human, and her methods probably weren’t either. “Please...” I…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal It was humiliating, degrading and outright ridiculous. After having had her way with me again, as was the way things worked around here it seemed, Krissa swiftly and without any sort of trouble at all despite my best efforts cuffed my hands behind my back and attached a kind of leash to the damnable collar around my neck. Urging me up, clearly delighted by my complaints and helpless situation, the silver-haired demon gagged me with a strip of cloth and forced me to follow her by holding the lea…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal New artwork here! =D http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/AndysDames/246460/Krissa-Commission-3 *** I turned at the sudden sound of a new voice, heavy with lust and filled with knowing anticipation, and turned my head around to look at the new arrival even as my cock still oozed the last few drops from the amazing orgasm I’d just had between Rav’s breasts into her tightly squeezed cleavage. That this was Rav’s sister could be no doubt, for like the voluptuous ancien…

Orgasm Torture by J-Cal Many have asked, and since I love you all so, I have now created the official Orgasm Torture blog! =D *** 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 dre…

The Hamilton Facility by J-Cal Grunting, struggling and fighting, I remained strapped to the restraint chair, my gagged cries, for help barely audible as it was, rendered mute over the din of the van’s engine. The way the ball-gag forced my mouth open and how its straps dug into the corners of my mouth made me drool like an imbecile, and my continued strained groans and efforts to move made the drool drip from my chin onto my chest, soaking through my shirt. I couldn’t see anything in the dark, cold container, but I did my b…