#Lore24 – Entry #315 – Fantasy Month IV #10 – Nights of Torment
From the journal of Angeliqua “Goldeneyes” Cartacustos
My wish that Lady Armenia would see fit to grant me a proper release that night was not to be. Following our dinner with Commander Asselin, she had indeed brought me to her room, bidding me to strip down to my “armor”. Hopeful, I eagerly complied, noting the recent addition of several iron rings set into the wooden framing of the room. It would not take her long to make use of these, for I was soon spreadeagled in the center of the room, my wrist and ankle cuffs secured with ropes to the rings, my eyes covered by a leather mask, and a ball gag harness secured about my head.
She removed the chastity gear then, though the infernal cage around my cock still remained, leaving my chest free for her to grope, which she most eagerly did, tugging at my nipple rings several times while she teased and squeezed my testes, which felt swollen with my pent-up frustrations, making the cage feel all the tighter. Once I was even more worked up than I somehow was already, she began something new, moving more to the painful practices her religion is more known for. She swiftly bound my breasts with rough twine, causing them to swell rather painfully in a matter of minutes, then began adding weight to the nipple rings to add a constant, somewhat painful pressure. She likewise bound my new anatomy with small leather thongs, stretching the testes rather painfully before she added weights to those as well.
My torment was far from over, for everything that remained continued vibrating, keeping me at consistent edge of climax, my cock dripping constantly. It was then that she began using a flogger upon me, the sting of the knotted leather thongs making me yelp and struggle against the ropes, causing the hanging weights to swing and bounce, increasing my torment drastically. Each strike was as if several bees had stung me, the worst of the pain fading quickly to leave my skin tingling and hot, the sensations repeated over most of my body.
At long last, when Lady Armenia removed the plug in my rear, I had hoped it was finally time for my reward. I could hear her doing something behind me, then her hands were upon my tingling rear, spreading something cool around my anus. Then I felt the head of a dildo pressing against it, and within moments it slid inside me. I moaned quite loudly, and most lewdly, as it stretched me and pushed deeper and deeper. When I felt the base of the dildo press against my cheeks, felt her hips brush mine, I squirmed eagerly. Then she pulled backward, then pushed forward, building up to a steady thrusting of her hips as she fucked me with the dildo, her own heated moans joining my own as her claws dug into the flesh of my hips. The cage around my cock had grown so painfully tight, a constant stream of fluid dripping from it as I continued to hit that wall that separated me from my desired pleasure. Lady Armenia slowed her pace, giving me a few moments for the fires of lust to die down, then picked up again.
I know not how long she worked the dildo in and out of my ass, but never once did she let me climax. Nor, notably, did she climax. Though her cries of pleasure were quite loud, and she worked her thrusts quite forcefully, she never reached climax either. With a final cry that sounded more frustrated than pleased, she pulled out of me, whispering that I had done well, that Yurisaya was quite pleased with our performance, and that she would free me to rest soon. In somewhat shocked disbelief, I hung there limply, whimpering and pleading around the ball that filled my mouth for that sweet release that I had so desperately craved.
It was not to be, for once Lady Armenia had tended to herself, she undid the various objects of torment that had remained attached to me before she replaced the butt plug and then my “armor”, which felt even tighter than ever. At long last she unbound me, holding me too her for a time, my head against her chest, as I cried in frustration. Once the weakness had passed, she kissed my forehead, promising that the time would come soon, before she sent me off to bed.
The following three nights were much the same, to my great frustration. Lots of build-up, hoping against hope that I would be allowed to climax, and finding denial each and every time. Yet, for whatever reason that she did not divulge to me, Lady Armenia never climaxed either. I could tell she was just as aroused as I was, perhaps more so, but she never gave in, never allowed herself to succumb to the pleasure.
Yurisaya’s ways are indeed strange.
The following mornings were perhaps worse in some ways, for not only did I wake from fitful slumber as horny as ever, cursing the chastity gear that I could not remove, I had to deal with Aishi’s smug, knowing grin when we would have breakfast with the commander, her subtle teases, little flicks of her tongue or motions with her hands to intimate carnal acts. I am loathe to admit it, but I found myself very much considering taking her up on her offer of aid, whatever I would have to do to obtain it.
Thankfully the Heroes of Vindinium finally returned around noon on the fourth day, and I would have something else to distract myself with.