by A. J. Markam
I looked down.
I still had a boner.
Okay… not that unusual, at least for 30 to 60 seconds after I came.
But it was still rock-hard.
In fact, it actually looked a little bit bigger than normal.
“What, you gave me Viagra?!” I howled, then laughed maniacally.
Not much of a punishment. Especially if 500 naked supermodels are about to fuck you.
“I do not know what this… Vye Ag Ra is you speak of,” Daidonia said, “but you shall learn the power of the potion shortly. Balastia – you are first, my sister!”
The hot green elf who had just force-fed me beamed gratefully. “Thank you, great Daidonia!”
Then she climbed up on top of the platform, straddled my body, slid my cock inside her, and went to town.
Even though I’d just come, she felt even better than Daidonia. There was a looseness to her that caressed every square millimeter of my shaft.
Holy shit… if this was supposed to be a human sacrifice, I was going to go out a happy man.
So was Balastia. Well, a happy female elf, anyway.
She was grinding her pelvis back and forth, her eyes closed in bliss as she clutched her double D’s and moaned.
The audience was appreciative, too. Women weren’t just touching themselves anymore – they were clutching their neighbors in a lustful frenzy, groping their breasts or furiously masturbating each other, their hands a blur as virtually everyone in the audience moaned and started to come.
As the screams of orgasm built all around me, and as Balastia started running her hands through her hair like she was in a particularly naughty shampoo ad, I started to feel my excitement climb to its peak.
The more everyone else came, the more turned on I got.
The louder they screamed, the harder I got.
And the more Balastia bounced up and down on my cock, the closer and closer I got –
Even Daidonia was rubbing herself again, watching lustfully as my cock kept flashing in and out of Balastia’s wet lips.
I climbed higher and higher, right there on the brink of coming –
More orgasmic shrieking in the crowd.
Fuck, I was SO CLOSE –
Daidonia suddenly screamed and bent over, her whole body shaking.
I was PAST the brink now. I was so hard that it hurt. I was going to come any second – aaaany second now – ANY SECOND –
Balastia began to come, and as she screamed I could feel not only her pussy contract around me, but a wet warmth trickling down my balls.
She had squirted – she was coming so HARD –
EVERYONE WAS COMING, EVERYONE WAS COMING ALL AT ONCE –
Except me.
“What the FUCK?!” I cried out in agonized frustration.
My cock was aching and throbbing. I was so close to spurting that my head was spinning –
But I just… couldn’t quite get there.
Balastia stopped moving and caressed her breasts and stomach. After a few more seconds, she raised herself up. Out popped my cock, red and swollen and hard as a crowbar.
“All hail the feminine void!” Daidonia cried out.
“ALL HAIL THE FEMININE VOID!” the crowd roared back in a sexual frenzy.
“Prepare for the Holy Fingering,” Daidonia shouted, “and one by one you shall conquer this male, too!”
And thus began a crazy kind of fantasy/nightmare.
Half the crowd got down on their backs, and the other half got into position to stroke them. They even did away with the robes, so now it was nothing but a bunch of hot, naked women rubbing each other, as far as the eye could see.
I bet at least part of their thinking was, Hey, let’s make life even MORE miserable for the guy who can’t come!
But the visuals were the least of it. At least I could look away – but since my hands were tied, I couldn’t close my ears. Within 30 seconds, the air was filled with the sounds of women shrieking in ecstasy.
That wasn’t even the worst part.
Woman after woman got called up from the congregation, one by one, and then just proceeded to USE me like a piece of meat. Woman on top, reverse cowgirl, some of them bobbing straight up and down in the air, some of them grinding back and forth or circling their pelvises around.
And usually dangling their gorgeous tits just inches above my face.
Every time I arched my neck up to suck a nipple, desperately hoping that would push me over the edge into coming, the women would sit up.
I was like Tantalus in hell, unable to grasp the things he wanted most.
Actually, that only works if Tantalus was getting his brains fucked out of him but was never able to come.
There was some old episode of The Simpsons where Homer got sent to hell, and as part of the Ironic Punishment Division, a demon put him at the end of a conveyor belt and force-fed him doughnuts. But Homer got to be as big as a house before they realized that he was actually enjoying himself.
I don’t understand, the demon said. Milton Hershey went mad in 15 minutes.
That was me: Milton Hershey in the Ironic Punishment Division.
(Actually, I think it was James Coco went mad in 15 minutes, but who the fuck is James Coco?)
Everything started off great when Daidonia was on me the first time, but with Balastia it quickly became uncomfortable and frustrating. After her it rose to the level of torture.
At one point I thought, Well, THIS sucks. I think I’ll just turn down my sensory levels to 1%.
I went into my submenu, but when I tried to adjust the slider, I got this message:
Warning! You have consumed Satyr’s Phallus berries. As a result, pain levels may be decreased, but pleasure levels are fixed at 100%.
The amount you have ingested will last for 10 hours.
“NOOOOOO!” I screamed.
Fuckin’ berry juice! I didn’t want to drink that shit!
THIS is going down in the QC report, too!
When you’re perched RIGHT THERE, right on the edge of coming, and then you keep going higher and higher without any release –
It ain’t painful, exactly, but it’s still pretty fucking horrible.
I thought I’d had a bad case of blue balls during my first couple of cock-tease encounters with Alaria.
Now I looked back on those occasions fondly. Amateur hour stuff.
Now my balls felt like they had swollen up to the size of cantaloupes. And they HURT. ACHED. Like somebody had taken a baseball bat to my groin ten minutes ago and I was still tender.
And yet it just kept getting worse.
(At least there was no chafing. Thank God the game designers spared me that.)
The elves figured out how to tilt the platform I was lying on so they could position me vertically. Now I had women using me doggy style, thrusting their asses back at me, twerking on my cock.
The only relief I had was when the women came and finally got off me. For a few blissful moments I could just lie there, no physical touch whatsoever, and ONLY be tortured by the unrelenting sounds of hundreds of hot chicks having screaming orgasms.
Then they realized they were wasting precious time, so Daidonia formed a bullpen right next to the platform. Three or four women were in line at any given time, so as soon one popped off and climbed down, another took her place.
My period of respite went from 60 seconds down to three.
The whole time, Daidonia kept dancing her weird-ass performance art act and preaching to her flock about Great Vulvas and the feminine void. And every so often all the women in the audience would chant back at her in the most bizarre religious spectacle imaginable.
Fucking without end – amen, amen.
I surreptitiously tried to cast a few spells, but Orlo had supplied the ropes they used to tie me up. Apparently he shopped at the same Anti-Warlocks-R-Us store that Saykir had frequented, because my powers were completely useless. Every single spell on my action bar was greyed out.
So
I begged them to stop. Pleaded with them. Implored them.
They ignored my entreaties. In fact, my begging made some of them laugh. Especially the robin’s egg blue elf I’d finger-banged earlier.
“Now I know why you were hopeless with my clit,” she laughed contemptuously. “All you’re good for is sticking it in.”
Of course, she didn’t mind sticking it in herself, I can tell you that.
When pleading didn’t work, I started cursing them and calling them every bad name I could think of, in all sorts of colorful combinations.
After thirty seconds of that, Daidonia came over and slapped me so hard I saw stars.
“Quiet, male,” she sneered, like ‘male’ was the absolute worst insult she could imagine.
Her hitting me just gave the others ideas. Every other woman started slapping or punching me while they fucked me. If I said anything, they would only increase their blows and yell at me to be quiet.
“Silence, male pig!”
“You have only one purpose, and it’s NOT to talk!”
“You are nothing – nothing compared with the feminine void!”
I actually welcomed the punches and slaps after a while. It kept my mind off the unrelenting frustration of not being able to come.
In fact, I kept insulting them just so they would hit me. I kept it up until Daidonia brought out the nuclear option.
She reached down between my legs, grabbed my balls – which was already more painful than if she’d punched me in the face – and squeezed. HARD.
“AAAAAAAAH!” I screamed.
It felt like she was crushing them in a vise grip.
“Quiet, male, or I will crush your gonads.”
I shut the fuck up after that.
I figured I was going to die at some point. I had to. There was no way this could keep up.
And yet it did.
Hour after hour after hour.
With the sweat pouring off my body, I was so dehydrated that I drank whatever they gave me. I knew the bitches were mixing in some of that liquid Viagra, but I didn’t care. The only thing worse than the ache in my balls and the crazy-making sensation of not being able to come was dying of thirst.
For the first couple of hours I tried not to drink anything, but as soon as I passed out, they revived me by pouring the bitter liquid down my throat. I couldn’t win, so I just gave up and accepted my new reality in Pussy Hell.
I tried to make jokes in my head to distract myself.
Wow, I’ve had an erection for over four hours – I really should call my doctor!
I heard insane laughter over all the screaming and wondered if one of the elves had read my mind.
Then I realized the laughter was coming from me.
That scared me into silence – at least for a while.
Let me die… please, just let me die…
Didn’t happen.
But as the sun started to set, I did get an unexpected visitor.
39
I was lying there with my eyes shut when a particularly wonderful-feeling va-jay-jay slid down on my shaft. I’d become something of an expert in the last six hours – a sort of vaj sommelier. While all the other pussies had ranged from nice to awesome, this one was something special: softer and more sensual than anything I’d experienced in quite a while.
It reminded me of Alaria’s.
I cracked my eyes open in a delirious haze, and for a second I thought I’d lost my mind. There she was, sitting astride me with her cherry-red skin, long black hair, and glorious naked body.
“…Alaria?…” I croaked in joy and disbelief.
“Even better,” a familiar voice laughed.
I opened my eyes wide and freaked out.
What I thought I’d seen was actually a hallucination.
Oh, there was a succubus sitting on top of me, all right – that much was true.
It’s just that her skin was plum-colored instead of crimson.
“GET OFF ME!” I screamed.
“Why?” Soraiya giggled. “You enjoyed it last time we did this.”
I wanted to kill her. She was the reason this had happened to me – goddamn, no-good, backstabbing bitch –
And yet, FUCK she felt good. Not only was she softer and wetter, but as a succubus she had the techniques. The skillz. None of the elves could even come close to matching her.
Which actually made things worse, since it made me want to come even more. And I couldn’t.
She leaned over in my face, and I got an amazing view of her little B-cups jiggling back and forth.
“Bet you wish you’d freed me, don’t you?” she grinned as she expertly worked my cock.
“Oh God… please… stop… please stop…”
“What – this?”
She slowly eased her way up my shaft, all the way to the tip – and then took me inside her all in one wet, glorious stroke.
“OH FUCK,” I groaned, nearly crying in frustration as she started grinding away at me again.
She leaned down closer, right on my chest. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, could feel her long hair tickling my face, could smell the delicious Amaretto scent of her breath.
Any other time it would have set me off, and I would have spurted my load ten feet into the air.
Not at the moment, though.
Soraiya forced my head to the side, lowered her lips to my ear, and whispered, “Ready to make a deal yet?”
I looked at her in shock. “Are you going to free me?!”
“And get attacked by Orlo, a dozen war golems, and 500 religious sexaholics? No thanks.”
“Then I can’t free you.”
“That ship has sailed, thanks to you,” she hissed as she bobbed her ass up and down like a porn star. “But you’ve got something planned, and I want to know what it is.”
“I don’t… I swear…”
“Nobody’s stupid enough to walk into the middle of an enemy camp and then dare an enemy to turn them in! Not without a plan.”
Actually, they were stupid enough. I was living proof.
“I… the plan didn’t work,” I lied.
It was a lie because, well, there hadn’t BEEN a plan.
“I don’t believe you,” Soraiya said. “The last time you snuck into the orc camp, I thought you were an idiot – and then suddenly your army showed up. So what do you have in store this time?”
“Nothing!”
“Where’s Alaria? Where’s your imp? What did you tell them to do?”
“I told them… to stay away…”
She took hold of my face and made me look her directly in the eye. “It’s torture, isn’t it? All this sex, and not being able to have an orgasm.”
“Fuck you,” I growled.
“Okay,” she giggled, and started rapidly bouncing up and down on my dick.
“No… stop… please…”
“You know, I could make you come.”
My eyes bugged out. “You can?!”
“Of course – I’m a succubus. Some little herbal concoction is no match for my powers.” She leaned down and whispered in my ear again. “I might not be able to make you go flaccid… but I can give you relief, at least for a moment. And probably the best orgasm of your life.”
“What do you want?”
“Tell me exactly where Alaria is.”
If you had told me six hours ago that I was going to be tortured by 500 women using my cock as their own private dildo – and that I would beg them to quit – I would have laughed my ass off and called you insane.
But now I probably would have thrown my own grandma under a bus just to make it stop.
But put Alaria in danger?
Not gonna happen.
“No.”
“Tell me,” she hissed angrily, “or I swear to Goddess, I’ll give you so much pleasure it’ll make the last six hours seem like a bad blowjob with teeth.”
“Why do you want to know?! You’ve already won!”
“I’ll tell you wh
y: because of all your stupid little comments about me betraying him, Orlo has been punishing me. Do you know the things that little toad has made me do to him the last couple of hours?” she hissed, then shivered in disgust. “But if I give him some information, maybe he’ll leave me alone for a while. So you tell me, I’ll make you come, and we’ll both get some relief.”
“But you wanted to kill him! Now you want to help him?!”
She leaned down and snarled in my face. “Somebody wouldn’t make a deal.”
I racked my brain for anything to tell her that wouldn’t put Alaria and Stig in harm’s way.
“We killed all the orcs,” I said, grasping at straws.
She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “What do I care about that?”
“Maybe they left more money behind! Maybe you can go back and get it! Well, if Shyvock didn’t already – ”
SHYVOCK!
I’d forgotten he was on his way here to get Orlo’s gold.
Six hours of having your brains fucked out will do funny things to your memory.
But as soon as I realized I’d let his name slip, I shut the hell up.
Shyvock was my only way out of this. He was the only one capable of killing Orlo.
And if he wanted to kill me 300 times, fine – so long as none of his methods involved elf pussy.
Flaying, beheading, dismemberment, disembowelment – whatever.
Just… please…
…no more pussy…
But I clammed up a little too rapidly, and that gave me away.
“Shyvock?” Soraiya asked, and stopped moving. “Who’s that?”
I’d been fucked half to death for the last six hours. I couldn’t think straight enough to lie effectively. So, like a doofus, I yelped, “Nobody!”
Soraiya narrowed her eyes at me in irritation – and then began humping away triple-time.
“AAAAAAAH!” I screamed in agony.
“Tell me who Shyvock is!”
“It’s – nobody – AAAAAAAH – ”
“Tell me and I’ll let you come!”
“It – oh God – AAAAAH – ”
“Oh – oh Goddess!” Soraiya cried out cruelly, her face contorted in pain and pleasure. “Oh Goddess, I’m comiiiiiiing – ”
I saw some movie about people training for the CIA. An instructor tells a new recruit, Everybody breaks. It’s not a matter of ‘if,’ it’s a matter of ‘when.’ Because everybody has their breaking point.