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Interrogation at Comicorgy
🕑 Added 2025-06-05 18:09:11 +0000 UTCConner and Siobhan get into an endurance contest with their "nemesis" at a very adult comics convention.
This is another shorty, but the action is packed in, big finish included. Expect bondage, toys, roleplay, and m/m and f/f touching. Everything's consensual, all characters over 18.
Enjoy!
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Siobhan and I had talked for years about checking out Comicorgy, but this was the first time everything had lined up for us to go.
We’d settled on going as Terrance and Tiffany Tempest, a superhero couple of radiation-empowered scientists we’d always had a soft spot for. We’d really gone all out on the perfect costumes — skintight scarlet body suits with white accents and subtle raised lines, to suggest the presence of futuristic tech woven into the fabric.
Siobhan looked especially gorgeous in hers. She had filled out a little bit around the hips and belly over the past year, and it felt mildly scandalous to be able to see her softer new curves in such plain, naked detail in a hotel full of people.
We weren’t new to being provocatively dressed or even naked around other people, but the vibe of Comicorgy wasn’t like any sex party we’d ever been to.
The comics side of the event was executed with such love and detail that there were moments when I almost forgot about the orgy part. I felt like I was out at a regular nerd event, wearing secret lingerie, and then looking down to realize that I’d forgotten to wear clothes over it.
Thankfully, I usually didn’t have to look very far for a reminder that Siobhan and I weren’t the edgiest people here.
There was a pair of acrobats fucking on the ceiling, attached to a rope spiderweb by climbing carabiners. A woman in Spartan armor had a line of people waiting to be hogtied and asked embarrassing questions into a loudspeaker.
It was a wild, wonderful fever dream.
The longest line of all was for an experience called, “Interrogation at the Keep of Annihilation.”
The Keep of Annihilation was the lair of Lord Nihil, my favorite villain from the same comic as the Tempests.
Siobhan took one look at the booth, with its faux-stone façade hung with heavy-looking manacles, and stepped up to the front.
“What kind of interrogation is it?” she asked the attendant, who was mostly dressed as an Oblivionite, one of Nihil’s silent, nun- and monk-like minions. She had the gray robes and veil; only the blank mask and one of the gloves were missing, presumably so that she could work the tablet she was holding.
“It’s a test of heroic endurance,” she answered, with a formal, dignified voice and a coy smile. “Nothing too painful, but no one has passed yet. You’ll be given a piece of mock secret information to safeguard for fifteen minutes.” She dropped the formality, put a hand to the side of her mouth, and explained, “It’s your safeword. If you make it to the end, you win the prize.”
She gestured to a display of Tempestuous Titans merchandise in a large gift basket. I recognized a couple of vintage comic titles that went for hundreds online.
This really did have to be a heroic-level test.
“I should also tell you,” the attendant added, “Lord Nihil likes recruiting his strongest, hottest challengers to help interrogate others. If you’re available, of course.”
Siobhan looked to me, eyes alight with interest. I was sure I looked the same.
As one, we craned our necks and stretched up onto our tiptoes to look for the end of the line.
“How long would you guess the wait is?” I asked.
Before the attendant could make an estimate, an even loftier voice boomed from behind us.
“Tempest! What predictable arrogance, to think that you could challenge me in my own home, at my own game.”
The man who’d spoken was tall and broad and dressed in full Lord Nihil regalia — the black velvet doublet and robe, the jousting helmet with welded-on crown and visor always mysteriously closed.
I tried to follow his lead and answer in character, but the grin that wouldn’t leave my face probably spoiled some of the illusion.
“It looks like you’re conveniently too busy to face us,” I said, nodding to the long line, and then to Siobhan.
Nihil chuckled derisively, then turned to the attendant.
“I will take and break Mr. And Mrs. Tempest immediately, just as soon as you’ve finished processing them. Worry not, my beloved subjects,” he looked to the crowd. “This will hardly qualify as a delay.”
Siobhan and I sped through the consent waivers on the attendant’s tablet, glancing sheepishly back at the winding line. I caught hints of both jealousy and admiration for our costumes, and maybe a bit for my quick talking.
I could hope, anyway.
“Six nine six nine,” the attendant whispered. “Keep it from him… if you can.”
She gave us a goodbye wink, and Nihil beckoned for us to follow him, out of the exhibition hall, and down a stairwell.
Intricate gargoyles mounted on pillars signaled the transition from a bare concrete convention center basement to a dark comic book seat of dictatorial power. The walls were lined with shockingly convincing bare stone, and a subtle soundtrack of dripping water and moaning drafts conjured up the most classical sort of dungeon.
Half a dozen people in full, anonymous Oblivionite costumes stood at the ready, three on either side of a throne cushioned with more black velvet, where Lord Nihil himself took a seat with a dramatic flick of his robes.
“Begin,” he directed, and the Oblivionites descended on us.
Hands grabbed my wrists and locked them into a pair of manacles hanging from a sturdy steel frame, facing the throne. More hands locked my feet in place below, so that I could only stand still, with my arms stretched high above me. The backless design of the frame left me completely vulnerable to touch from any angle, a benefit that one of the Oblivionites quickly emphasized with a pinch of my ass.
I was surprised but not at all disappointed to realize, based on the broadness of the hands on my body, that the three Oblivionites who were handling me were played by men. The three giving Siobhan the same treatment on the frame to my right seemed to be women.
“I will grant you one opportunity to save yourselves the humiliation to come,” announced Nihil. “Tell me the number.”
Siobhan looked at me. I looked at her.
Her tongue ran along her lower lip with anticipation, and I felt mine follow the same path. Neither of us spoke.
“Very well,” said Nihil. “Reveal their inferiority.”
The Oblivionites didn’t waste a single second finding our costumes’ extra zippers, and opening them to expose us both from crotch to ass. I’d thought those zippers were pretty cleverly camouflaged, but I guess, at a place Comicorgy, everyone knew the tricks.
We were the newbies.
One of the Oblivionites working on Siobhan ran a gloved hand lightly over her bare pussy. When the hand pulled away, Siobhan tried to follow it, as far as the give in the chains allowed.
“So eager already for your own downfall,” Nihil teased. “Allow me to explain. If you give in to your primitive urges for physical satisfaction before the sand runs out of this hourglass…” he pulled an hourglass the size of guitar out from behind the throne and set it on a side table, letting the sand begin to fall, “I will move on to my next interrogation. So, if you truly want to prove yourselves as what you call heroes, I recommend showing a modicum of self-control.”
“Oh, fuck yes, an edging challenge!” Siobhan exclaimed. “I love these.”
“You think you love them,” I joked. “And then five minutes in, you turn into a begging, quivering mess.”
“I love that part, too,” Siobhan acknowledged without irony.
“Yeah, so do I,” I admitted.
The Oblivionites were now busy opening several heavy wooden chests, and rummaging through contents we could not yet see.
“Controlling the human animal, even the supposedly superhuman animal, is a simple matter of technology,” said Nihil. “Allow me to demonstrate.”
Two of the Oblivionites, one man and one woman, pulled matching vibrator wands from one of the chests. They held them straight up in the air, gave them a test buzz, and then flicked them to the side like a fencer’s salute, before returning to where Siobhan and I were bound.
“It only takes a small amount of the right stimulation to prompt an all-consuming craving for touch and attention,” said Nihil.
One of the Oblivionites ran the vibrating head of her wand up Siobhan’s inner thigh and then along her pussy. One moment, the wand looked to be barely making contact with the neatly trimmed fluff that protected Siobhan’s lips. The next, it was pressing hard against her opening. The Oblivionite experimented until she identified just the right amount of pressure to make Siobhan’s head fall back in an arch of pleasure. Then, she pulled the tip forward, just barely reaching Siobhan’s clit, before quickly returning to her thighs.
A heavy throb ran through me at the sight of Siobhan squirming for more, fighting her ankle cuffs to try to squeeze her thighs together around the vibrator and trap it closer.
I was already getting turned on just from being here, feeling the metal around my own wrists and ankles, listening to Nihil’s gloating voice judge and taunt us. But this was the moment when my half-swollen cock stretched and hardened to its full size. My opened costume could do nothing to keep it from standing out, right there in the open.
The other wand-bearing Oblivionite ran the tip of his from the base of my cock up to the underside of the head. I shivered and squirmed almost as much as Siobhan when he pulled it away. It was impossible not to.
“Already, the resolve you arrived with is beginning to crumble,” said Nihil. “Don’t deny it. You can feel it just as clearly as I can.”
We didn’t deny it. The wands made their way teasingly up and down our thighs, along our inner hips, brushing my cock and her clit with agonizing restraint, never staying long enough for us to tip over the edge, even if we hadn’t been trying to do the exact opposite.
With about a third of the sand gone from the hourglass, Nihil clapped his hands, prompting the Oblivionites to pause and pull back.
“Tell me the number,” he said. “And I’ll allow the two of you indulge your most savage impulses on this floor, this very instant.”
Siobhan and I looked at each other. The temptation was palpable, delicious, thrilling in its intensity, but there was no true doubt as to our answer.
“Never!” we cried in defiant unison.
“You’re so quick to fight against your own best interests,” Nihil mused. “Your instincts are so lacking in reason, and yet so easily manipulated when one knows how. For example, a gentle yet clear deterrent so often has the opposite effect on your defective nervous systems.”
He gave a nod to two of the Oblivionites who were standing back and watching our current torment.
They walked around the racks we were shackled to and stood behind us. My skin prickled with the sensation of being watched by eyes I couldn’t see.
A gloved hand brushed my ass at the same moment I saw the Oblivionite behind Siobhan caress hers. That Oblivionite seemed to be looking right at me, knowingly revealing what was happening behind me, when she pulled her hand back, preparing to strike Siobhan.
I could see Siobhan bracing at the same moment I did, watching the Oblivionite behind me.
An invigoratingly hard slap landed on the right cheek of my ass, sending me swaying, with all my weight on my wrists.
“How much clearer could the message be?” Nihil asked. “Bad boy. Bad girl. Stop your futile humping and begging. A mindless pet could understand the meaning of such pain, and yet look at how your bodies receive it.”
Another round of slaps drove home the point.
I was getting harder with every stinging smack, even though I would have thought I was at my maximum already. I was sure the effect on Siobhan was the same, even if I couldn’t see it.
I soon stopped trying to keep my balance. The Oblivionites grabbed me to hold me where they needed me, groping me with powerful hands in the process.
Still, I didn’t give myself over completely to the building sensation within me, even when the Oblivionite with the wand pressed it to the underside of my cock and left it there, for second after second.
Siobhan hadn’t given in yet either, but a whimpering sound when the other wand found and stayed on her clit told me it was getting especially difficult for her.
“You think you’re doing well so far, don’t you, Tempest?” asked Nihil.
“It’s all a matter of mental discipline,” I said, summoning my best tone of detached superiority.
“Of course,” Nihil scoffed. “The broader distribution of your nerve endings, compared with your lady love, has nothing to do with it. So, it shouldn’t matter at all if I use a more specialized tool for the job.”
He rose from his throne with magnificent purpose, dipped his hand into one of the chests of tools, and pulled out a simple-looking masturbator toy. It was a metallic cylinder, with an abstract orifice on one end and enough length to get lost in.
It was impossible to tell for sure through Nihil’s helmet, but I suspected that he was looking me right in the eye as he poured what looked like half a bottle of lube into the toy.
Then, he nudged the Oblivionite with the wand aside, brought the orifice to the tip of my cock, and pressed a button on the side that set it humming. He held it there for a long moment, letting me feel a new frequency of vibration just out of reach, a vibration that could not just stroke but envelop me.
I felt myself drip with anticipation, adding my own fluids to the wetness waiting inside. I wanted so badly… I wasn’t even sure what. For him to get on with it, or to hold off long enough for me to steel myself a little more?
Regardless, I was not in charge of the pace today.
Nihil pressed the device slowly down onto my erection, leaving me no room to hide from the vibrations that now ran all around me, and through me.
He tapped another button, and something inside the device began to thrust and rotate in a semi-predictable yet organic pattern, almost like a talented human mouth with a tirelessly swirling tongue.
“How fares your confidence now, Tempest?”
“I…” I struggled to find any words at all, let alone a cocky one-liner. “You… certainly have impressive equipment. But… it’s….”
“All in how it’s used? Yes, I would expect such a juvenile observation from you. Feel free to explain what you would do differently at any time. I doubt you can teach me anything I do not know, but only a fool of an interrogator discards information.”
Leaving me to the device’s mechanical mercy, he returned to the chest of vibrators to select a new one, a rabbit, which he lubricated generously on his way over to Siobhan.
“You’ve fought hard thus far,” he said to her. “To prevent that one tiny cluster of nerves from wresting control away from your gray matter.”
He ran his leather-clad fingers through her loose blonde hair.
“In spite of how easy it is to overwhelm that tiny target with a simple, blunt instrument.”
He took the wand from the Oblivionite holding it, and tapped the end against Siobhan’s clit, making her jump.
“How do you expect to fare once I flank that little target, from beneath its very foundations?”
“It… it doesn’t matter,” Siobhan panted. “What matters is trying my best, no matter what you do.”
Nihil chuckled heartily. “What absolute nonsense.”
He tossed the wand aside, parted Siobhan’s neat bush with his fingers, and pushed the tip of the rabbit vibrator slowly inside her. He tapped the button to start the vibrations, and she let loose an echoing, warbling moan.
If he had only wanted to make her cum as fast as possible, he would have plunged it all the way in, but he was apparently so confident in his eventual victory that he could afford to hold back, giving her several slow, partial thrusts, before finally sinking in deep enough for the soft, flexible rabbit ears to make contact with her clit, delivering the vibrations from outside as well as in.
She gasped and bit into the flesh of her own upper arm to stifle a moan.
Her hips swiveled, searching for more contact and less all at once, but there was no safe balance to be found. Spasms gripped her legs, and her moan escalated to an indisputable confession of failure.
I probably wouldn’t have lasted much longer against the relentless wet, swirling vibrations around me anyway, but the sight of her like that, hair in her face, shaking with pleasure in her chains, chipped away the last of my resistance.
I yelped and grunted as I felt myself begin to empty into the toy.
Instantly, Nihil handed off control of Siobhan’s rabbit and strode over to hold my toy in his hand while I finished, staring into me from the darkness within his helmet.
“You understand now,” he spoke softly near my ear, “how pointless it is to question the rule of Lord Nihil.”
“Yes,” I sighed, too content to be disappointed in either of us.
“To know what is best for all the weak, petulant minds and bodies of this world, this is a no privilege, but a grave burden.”
“You can’t possibly carry it all alone,” I prompted.
“No, indeed.”
I could hear the smile in this voice.
He stepped away just long enough to reach into the other chest, and pulled out two gags, each with a thick rubber bit attached to a leather strap and buckle.
“Will you surrender yourselves to be reborn into unfeeling purity, your only purpose to execute my will upon this wayward world? Will you serve me in bringing others to this same happy understanding?”
“Damn right, we will,” Siobhan sighed.
“What she said,” I agreed.
Nihil clapped his hands, and the Oblivionites set to work freeing our wrists and ankles, and covering our spandex costumes with thick, flowing gray robes and sensationless gloves to match their own.
“Should you encounter difficulty and require assistance, cross your arms in front of you at the wrist,” Nihil instructed.
Siobhan and I both demonstrated our new safe gesture to show that we understood.
“Good,” Nihil said, and brought one of the gags to my mouth.
I took it in deep, and he cinched the buckle tight enough at the nape of my neck that there was no chance of it slipping out before it was unfastened again.
He saw to Siobhan personally, the same way, before stepping toward the gargoyle-flanked entrance.
“I will return with more ‘heroes,’” he told all of the Oblivionites, including us. “Be ready for us.”
I held Siobhan’s excited gaze, memorizing the subtle differences in height and build that I hoped would allow me to keep track of her, while two of the other Oblivionites fastened the final pieces of our costumes — the expressionless gray masks — over our faces.
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Kathryn Locksley
Aww, thank you!
Jeff Logan
Fuck so hot
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