Chapter 242 – Captive (18+)

Noah’s eyes were covered with soft but thick cloth, robbing him of sight completely. Because of that, his other senses were heightened several times, allowing him to hear the slightest creak of wood planks of the floor, every breath his captors took, every rustle of their clothes when they moved.

His skin sensitivity allowed him to feel the temperature change when someone came closer, feeling their body heat from over a foot away. Just with his skin he could tell their movements, feeling barely perceptible swishes of wind made by their limb movements.

His nose picked up every smell, almost differentiating the taste of each person surrounding him.

When a fingernail touched his bare chest, the sensation spread through his nervous system like lightning, making him shudder in his bonds.

However, no matter how much he struggled, he could not break free.

His wrists were bound with soft ropes that pulled his hands above his head and spread them apart. The ropes bind to ankles, pulled his feet apart, similar to his arms, forcing his body into an X-like shape. He was robbed of all his freedom and was only capable of jerking his muscles whenever he felt an electric-like sensation from someone's touch. Noah felt panicky, trying to understand what was going on.

“Hello?” Said Noah in fear. His voice strangely reverberated through the room, as if it was some kind of stone basement.

“Shhh.” Whispered his captor in his ear, as she rubbed her fingernail over his entire chest down to his abdomen. He could feel her warm skin on his back as her naked breasts pressed to his skin, poking him with her nipples.

“No need to struggle, you can’t get out of these binds no matter what you do.” Said the woman, she seemed to be the leader of his captors as she was the only one who talked to him. Everyone else was absolutely silent, but from their breaths Noah could count more than three people in the room with him.

“Theressa?” Said Noah, confused.

“What a good boy. You can recognize me so well, my dear.” Said Theressa, adding several more fingers to her touch and now slid her whole palm over his crotch, closing on to his cock that by now was standing like a pole.

“What’s going on?” Asked Noah, confused. “Why am I like that?”

“Oh you will understand it soon, for now all you need to know is that…” Said Theressa grabbing his cock tightly, making Noah take a deep breath.

“Is that you are in our mercy.” She whispered, as suddenly another hand touched his ankle and slid over his thigh, also closing to his crotch. It had to be another person. Just one person could not touch him in both of those places at once.

Then he felt another touch below his waist, a third person. This one rubbing his ass with one hand and holding his balls in another as if cradling them in a firm hold, making Noah shudder once more.

“We will do whatever we desire with you. This is your punishment.” Whispered their leader’s voice, as she now rubbed his chest with one hand, hugging him from the back, while sliding her other hand on his hard stick.

“Wait…” Started to say Noah.

But before he could even say what he wanted, a soft, wet thing penetrated between his lips, filling his mouth and trying to capture his tongue. Warm lips plastered against his as someone kissed him in a deep slobbering kiss.

“We waited enough.” Whispered Theressa into his ear from the back, as someone kissed him messily.

Another tongue licked his waist, going up to his balls and tickling them under the hand that kept sliding up and down his cock. A third tongue licked his chest before two lips sucked on his right nipple.

Then, as if on signal, all touches except for their leader’s stopped.

The hand that slowly rubbed his dick now held it at the root and pressed it down, to point it forward. A hot wisp of air blew on its tip, becoming hotter and hotter as the source of it closed in on Noah’s cockhead. Two soft, wet lips enveloped his meaty mushroom and started to slide down his pole, taking him into her mouth to the root, pressing her nose into his crotch.

Noah could not see a thing but could imagine that his cock was now deep down someone's throat, as he felt the throat muscles tightly squeeze him as they moved as if to gulp him even deeper.

Something slithered over his cock, entwining it in circles like an anaconda, before the whole thing started to pump up and down its whole length. Loud slobbering sounds of sucking spread in the room as someone started to give Noah one of the best blowjobs. Dryad, no doubt there. This feeling could never be mistaken. But which one?

The person sucking his cock, moved up and down, gobbling his entire cock before letting go almost entirely, and then repeat the process. The entire time her tongue would not let him go and slithered over his cock, licking every millimeter of it, wetting it in her saliva that dripped down his thigh.

She sucked him, messily, and slobbered on it as if it was the tastiest of candies. He could not withstand this intensity for long and felt starting to close to an orgasm.

At that moment something changed and ropes holding his wrists began to pull Noah harder, lifting him up from the ground. In his pleasure he did not notice how his hands and legs were covered with more ropes, now almost entirely covering them, so it surprised him when he tried to move fingers but found out he was entirely robbed of even the smallest freedom of movement. These ropes now bound his limbs entirely, leaving naked only his torso and waist.

He was entirely at his captor's mercy; there was no doubt about it now. They could do what they wanted. Turn him how they wanted, no doubt using Theressa’s spider net weaving skill to control his body like a puppet.

His body slowly turned horizontal in the air, hanging now from the ropes, and the entire time his position changed, the person sucking his dick did not stop for a second as if she was stuck with her mouth on his cock.

Someone’s mouth pressed against his once again, this one tasting different. It was someone else. Long hair spread around his face. Whoever was kissing him must have been in a strange position, as if hanging above him, like a spider.

“Reminds of our first night, doesn’t it?” Whispered Theressa after breaking her kiss. She licked his lips, then slid her tongue to his neck and continued to his chest. Was she hanging over his floating body on her spider threads?

Noah desperately tried to imagine what was happening around him from the slightest information his other senses gave him, as he could see only darkness with the cloth on his eyes.

Material binding his hands rustled and a cold air reached his palms, but a second later his both of his palms were filled with a soft, wet sensation as if gentle wool was placed into them. Then the things placed into his palms started to slide over his hand as two whimpers reached his ears.

It must have been Brianna and Priscilla, hanging from above, rubbing their soft pussies over his hands, pleasuring themselves with his hands as if he was their tool. Noah firmed his fingers and pointed them up, sticking them between their folds. The moans increased as the two girls seemed to appreciate this gesture to the fullest, forcing his wrist to stick his fingers deeper. Noah could feel himself being enveloped by the spongy flesh as his fingers sank deeper into the hot wet vaginas of the girls that used his hands to pleasure themselves.

At that moment Noah’s attention was pulled toward his cock once again as something strange was happening to it. The mouth gobbling his hard stick was pulling entirely off of it before coming back; however, after returning, it had a different feeling. Then it would come off once again and a previous feeling would return.

As if two mouths were gobbling him down in turns. One soft, gentle, and almost worshipful of his cock, the other sucked with lust and abandon as if it wished to devour him. Two girls sucked him in turnes, sharing his dick between them.

These pleasures overwhelmed his senses, almost pushing him over the edge, but at that moment it all stopped. As if on signal, all his captors stopped and left him alone with his excitement, robbing him of his orgasm once more. If this is the end, this would be the wickedest of tortures, thought Noah.

He was hanging in the air, breathing heavily, for a few seconds feeling the sense of calmness return to him, flushing his excitement away, before the touches returned.

Now hands spread all over his body, rubbing, squeezing, and sliding over every millimeter of his skin.

Two hands grabbed his cock, and both of them left. Then a third one joined them. A fourth palm covered his cock head, and a fifth grabbed at his balls, massaging them gently. Several women rubbed and massaged his cock and balls as if fighting for the chance to touch it.

Someone’s tongue slipped between his buns from underneath him, licking under his ballsack that someone else held in their hands.

He must have floated high enough for someone to kneel under him and lick him. What kind of poses did they make? Noah kept reflexively jerking in his bounds, but all struggle was useless.

Then more and more mouths touched his body, kissing and licking him all over. He could not tell who was who.

He had no doubt that all three of his mates were present, then one of the Dryads as well. But his senses were now so overloaded that he could not tell how many mouths were there taking a taste of him.

The hands moved away, toward his chest, leaving only the long tongue that kept slithering over his balls. Then soft, wet skin touched his cock head and continued to envelop his stick until it covered it entirely. Two pelves came into contact as the moan of a young lady could be heard.

Priscilla? Or was it Brianna? Which one of the two just sat on his cock, fucking herself with his powerless body, as if he were just a toy?

Something ignited in Noah’s chest. His unbending will burst from within. He wasn't anyone's tool. He did not get fucked, he was the one fucking! He jerked his hips upward, meeting the waist of the one fucking him with a strong thrust of his own, penetration deep into her, and heard a loud moan of pleasure that painted a satisfied smile on his face.

Just as a winning smile spread over his lips, a flowery smell filled his nose, before something wet dripped down onto his lips. Noah licked his lips in surprise, tasting a flowery, honey-like juice on them. And before he could realize that a Dryad was standing over him with her legs spread wide, opening her pussy lips over his face, soft thighs covered his ears as whoever stood above him sat down, pressing her pussy onto his nose and mouth, forcing him to taste her.

Noah opened his mouth, letting more of the sweet honey get onto his tongue. As he licked upward, the person above him shuddered, making a moan. Noah started to lick with abandon, occasionally penetrating between the lips and sometimes suckling on the hidden bead that was rubbing over his lips. His hips, meanwhile, kept slamming into someone riding his cock.

He did not notice it at first, but at some point he must have been moved over the bed, as his still tightly bound body touched bed linen with his back when the person fucking him slammed her waist against his too strongly.

Noah remembered how Theressa bound him on their first night, making swings out of him and riding him like an obedient horsy, while he was fully bound inside a spider silk cocoon, unable to break free. Just like back then, his bounds were springy and swayed up and down when the person fucking him right now slammed her ass against him with full force.

Funyly someone was still licking at his balls and dick whenever the person fucking him rose up, freeing half his cock from her pussy.

Someone once again grabbed Noah’s fingers and stuffed them into her pussy as if demanding he continue what he had been doing before. The one riding him must have been either Priscilla or Brianna, while one of them now fucked herself with his fingers again.

Soft breasts pressed against Noah’s torso on the other side, as silky hands gently rubbed his skin.

It was more than four, thought Noah. There was no doubt now. All five women were in on this, as he felt five naked bodies pressed against him.

All girls must have ganged up on him when he returned to the mansion, knocking him off with Dryad magic until they dragged him to this room to have their pleasures. It seems like their plan was to not let him cum until they all were satisfied, as everytime he was closing in on his orgasm they would stop all actions and wait for him to calm down. A wicked use of his own passive skill against him, that only Theressa could have come up with. A true ringleader of this assault.

Theressa said it was a punishment for leaving them dry for a month, but it was only partially true. They must have missed him a lot and wished to have a taste of him all together. The reason they covered his eyes was because behind the scene there must have been a lot of pleasuring between the girls going on and that they were still too shy to show him.

As Noah thought of the five women kissing and rubbing each other while pleasuring him, his desire to break free rose more and more. His passive skill Will of D made him anxious, blurring his common sense. He needed to take action, needed to take control, to have them under him. But they robbed him of that pleasure, just as they robbed him of any orgasm that threatened to break free.

After a long time of fivefold attack on his body, the movements of the person fucking him stopped as her waist slammed one more final time on him and started to shudder.

With his ears covered by the thighs of the person sitting on his face, Noah could barely hear the scream of orgasm from the person who fucked herself into ecstasy.

He felt the people hugging him from the sides move, and soon two mouths sucked and licked his cock that was abandoned by a pussy that just had an orgasm. Then another pussy covered his cock, without letting him have a single moment of respite.

Before he could object, the person above his face began to shudder as well, and his face was flooded with a jet of flowery liquid from Dryad’s orgasm.

Two more mouths licked his face, cleaning his lips and cheeks of all the bodily juice.

Their breaths were labored and excited. Noah concentrated on his hearing some more, trying to understand which of the girls just had an orgasm, but could only hear moans of pleasure all around him.

At that moment, his eyebrows creased.

Five. There were five women in the house, right? Five people were breathing around him.

He could not tell who was who. But he knew there must have been both Dryad maids that were currently in the mansion and all three of his mates. Theressa, Priscilla, Brianna, Dahlia, and Aster.

But there was one more excited, laborious sighing in the room. It came from the side and some distance away from the group. Someone else was there. A sixth person. Who could it be?

Then doubt filled his mind. He thought he had almost figured out who was who and what they did just relying on his hearing, but he was not sure anymore. That sixth person’s presence broke his logic. Maybe someone else was licking and sucking him, while one of his mates stood watching from the side? Or was it one of the Dryads? It could not be Zinnia; she stayed back in the Dryad Forest. Who was it? Who shared the pleasure with his women? What was going on? Who was the sixth person?

Before he could understand who that other person was, someone once again sat down on his face in a reverse position, rubbing her pussy over his mouth, demanding his tongue's attention. His ears were covered once again, so he could not hear the sounds around him properly once more. But because of his previous concentration, his sense of touch seemed to increase another level.

He could now feel every bump and fold inside the new vagina that was sliding on his cock, bringing him to an edge, but before he could come, the person slowed down, letting his new mana-regulating ability catch up and calm him, saving Noah from stepping over the threshold. Or more like robbing him of an orgasm once again. But as if to mock him, the moment he was brought back to the starting point of his orgasm wave accumulation, the person riding him began to ride him full force once again and quickly had her own orgasm. Noah could almost see her wicked smile when she sensed him losing his edge.

Witches. They seriously tortured him by holding him on the edge. But how did they know? It must have been Zinnia who notified them of his new skill’s ability. So all six of them were in on this plan. But Zinnia could not be here. He would have known if she had used his medallion to get here. There was someone else mixed in with the group. Someone he had no intimacy with before.

However, just like that time with Zinnia the day before, his excitement did not pass tracelessly. It drove him mad, making him wish to cum even more strongly.

And they seemed to know it, because they enjoyed every bit of torturing him. Second pussy was quickly exchanged for a third one. Then the fourth one. Pussy after pussy changed places on his cock, riding themselves into an orgasm, but every time he was on the brink of ejaculating, they would stop and wait for his skill to reset his excitement.

Noah wanted to rave and scream, going crazy from desire, but the women made sure his mouth was plugged with at least one of their vaginas at all times, while others did whatever they wanted with him, getting off on his struggles and frantic, full-force thrusts.

Each woman had received at least two orgasms. One on his face and one on his cock. And several of them also had a third one from his fingers.

By then, Noah was on the brink of losing sanity, as if going into berseggs mode, but his captors suddenly ceased their assault and let him go, once more stopping all their pleasuring before he could reach the peak again.

“All actions have consequences, my dear. And your action brought this upon you.” Whispered Theressa in his ear, as the last woman to cum on his cock slid off him. Noah felt as, one by one, women around him stood up from the bed, leaving only him and Theressa.

“So take responsibility for what you caused.” Theressa whispered. “Oh, and just a small piece of advice, make sure you can be heard and speak your mind clearly.” She added in a whisper before placing a kiss and standing up as well.

Through his drunk-like state, Noah heard the sound of the opening door and the loud steps of the group of women, their high heels clicking on the floor as they left the room. When the door closed, the silence spread in the room, bringing back a bit of Noah’s rationality.

“Hello?” Said Noah, confused. “Theressa?” He asked, but no one answered. “Anyone?”

Noah concentrated on his feelings, and something attracted his attention to the corner of the room. Not everyone left. There was someone still in the room. The unknown sixth person stayed.

“Who’s there?” The person did not answer, but he heard the rustling of clothes as the person moved.

“I know you're there. Who is it?” Said Noah.

The person stepped toward him in silence, and for a split second he felt bloodlust.

“Stop!” Said Noah. “Who are you?”

The silence spread over the room as the person stopped and gazed at him with renewed bloodlust. A strong killing intent flooded him, making it hard to breathe. But a second later, the suffocating feeling left and Noah felt the cloth that served as his eye mask slightly move, sliding upward on its own.

Light hit his eyes, dazing him a bit, but soon his sight began to clear as the light in the room was quite dim, lit only by several candles.

The eye mask cloth that slid off his head floated in front of him as if held by an invisible hand, blocking his view on the person in front of him for a few seconds. Then it floated to the side and fell on the bed, opening to his view Duchess Cassandra Vespertine the strongest vampire in the kingdom and a highest rank Nosferatu.

Noah’s eyes went wide from surprise. He jerked his hand reflexively but his bounds still held him tightly, leaving him as a fly in the net with a giant spider gazing at him menacingly.