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"Shut up or I will not hesitate to chop your body into pieces, obey and serve me now" "But sir what if Mila wakes up or madam comes home?" "Give the child sleeping pills so he can sleep for a long time, Lia is at the salon and will be home tonight" Sinta was silent and I handed her a bottle of clear liquid, which is sleeping pills and told her to put it in my son's mouth, he was very forced to obey my will after all completedI launched my action but before that I made her tormented first, only she was the only woman I didn't torture during intercourse. In the past, when my ex-boyfriend had sex, he always tortured me and it became an addiction for me, when I witnessed the suffering of my partner, I felt very excited, of course I had brought aphrodisiacs for Sinta so that she would be even more tormented because I was toying with her. five minutes later the drug reacted, it was really fun to see him writhing in the heat because of the effect of the drug. When I felt I was satisfied making her tormented I continued with my hot scene with her. A lot of blood came out of Sinta's back. As a result, I whipped it using my belt and I licked every blood that came out, but bad luck came to me, I accidentally vomited the larvae inside. damn nurse's womb. I finished my activities even though he still felt horny I didn't care the important thing was I was satisfied I saw he was still writhing in pleasure and this time he begged me to finish it again but I told him to find another man so he would finish it I'm not donecare.....

touch. At that time, the only remaining sensible part of me warned - Lucas didn't come across as someone who would follow a doctor's advice. This asshole was like a wild savage beast. He would do anything out of impulse, including taking my virginity or even worse, taking my life. I had to do something to distract him. Nothing distracts a horny male murderer more effectively than bedtime stories with supernatural creatures in them. The new wife in Arabian Nights did it. She told that asshole King a story every night lest he killed her the next morning.

He pulled out an ointment and painkiller out of the drawer and applied the ointment on the place where he just hit her . “This is your reward but you have to earn it by being a good girl . I will give you after five but if you made any mistake like forgetting to count or not calling yourself a whore then we will start over again and the punishment would be doubled.” He said, showing her the bottle of painkillers. She quietly nodded her head in yes. *SMACK* “I’m whore. Three” *SMACK* “I'm a whore. Four .” Her cheeks jiggled and turned red as he proceeded to smack her.

Pure, addictive torture. I already knew I wouldn’t stay away.

The sheer sensation of it had my mind spinning, every nerve ending firing at maximum intensity. "Please..." I whimpered, unable to stop myself as the slow torture began to build a fresh wave of heat in my lower stomach. "Please what?" he taunted softly, his teeth grazing the sensitive shell of my ear before his tongue flicked over the lobe. "Tell me what you want, Elena. But remember what I said about making noise."

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She starts to unbutton my shirt with speed and concentration, her head clammy and tinged with sweat while I take my time worshiping her breasts. Once she's done, Saffron starts to trail wet kisses all over my jaw down to my lower abdomen while grinding against my already hard as rock dick causing me to groan in need. “Baby please, you're torturing me. I want to bury myself in your sweet little cunt. If you keep up with these little tortures, I would go insane” I say to her through ragged breaths. My little whore finally decides to pity me when she readjusts herself and slowly sits on my cock swallowing half of it down her pussy.

There's a little bit more. Stress positions, hanging from a metal bar, tarring and feathering, tickle torture, tooth extraction, walling, water cure, waterboarding, welcome parade. Now you can take a long breath... Everything! Lily knows every single torture mentioned. It will turn into a big library if the descriptions of her methods are written in books. So...let's just skip those parts. Every time Lily sees her victims suffering from the pains, shouting for mercy and their lives and as if it effects her at all.

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

Rebel whined. “Oh stop, do you want all the little bugs to come and nibble on you while you’re asleep?” Storm asked with a raised eyebrow. “Mama, no wittle bugs gonna eat me.” Rebel chuckled shaking his head. “Oh really?” She narrowed an eye at him. “Well, they will slowly crawl up your leg, she started lightly running her fingertip up his little leg making him giggle, so quietly that you don’t know they are there and before you know it, they have been nibbling on your fingers, toes, ears, and they have taken a big bite our your…” she dragged her fingers along his arm, “TUMMY!” She tickled him.

The little girl was completely dumbfounded when she witnessed such a terrifying torture image. Kyra's mouth was splattered with blood as Lucas kept kicking her. Lucas used the most extreme form of torture to torture Kyra, which was followed by the sound of broken bones. Kyra, on the other hand, did not beg for a word, and even at times, she laughed when she looked at Lucas. The woman in front of Lucas suddenly made Lucas feel like he was about to be enraged and wanted to kill himself. Kyra wouldn't listen to using the horrible torture method now, because the pain he gave Kyra was already beyond her pain tolerance. Now it's just using another measure.

“I don’t suppose we could do this without my boobs hanging out like this?” “I must admit that I’m having to reconsider my plans,” he told her. “I had been intending to pierce them, but…” “Yeah,” she sighed heavily. “Someone did that before you. The last time someone decided to torture me. Wasn’t fun from this side of the needle, I must admit. A very effective torture technique. Perhaps, not quite as painful as the whole needle under the nail thing, admittedly, but from the whole, you stuck a f-king needle through my tit side of things, it was pretty effective.”

The water disappeared as if it had never been there. “Let’s have a little story time. I spent many years on the receiving end of torture. Thirty-seven to be exact. Let’s just say that I have plenty of techniques stored up that add to the arsenal that I have already when it comes to my upbringing.” She moved around the table and whipped Tori’s head to the side. The terrifying look that she gave her sent chills down my body. “I know that someone told you that you’d be his Luna. I also know that there was an incentive given to you. Either you can talk now, or I can get to the real fun. What do you choose?” she asked her coldly.

It felt like I was being ripped open, a burning stretch that bordered on agony. But as he stayed still, allowing me to adjust, the pain began to fade, replaced by a strange, full sensation. I felt completely stuffed, utterly filled by him. “Is it painful?” he asked, his voice concerned. I nodded, biting my lip. “Tell me why you didn't pick the fairytale,” he asked softly. I struggled to find the words, the stretch inside me making it hard to think. “Because I didn't want to lie.” “The lie?”

The simple touch from him caused me to feel miserable and restless I wanted him to do more than just taste me "Vic...Victor this is torture" I gasped with shortened breaths reminding him that he was teasing me and killing me slowly. His mouth was warm as he sucked on my inner thighs while he massaged my mold. I wanted him to do more than just touch me and lick me and suck on but like the last time. He said I wasn't ready for anything other than foreplay

The devilish smile he always seems to have in moments like this appears on his face, "I can't promise you that honey, teasing is part of the game." She groans her frustration out, "What can you promise me then?" She asks with her brow rising while she stared at him. "You can't just torture me all day for the fun o-" He picks the dildo and brings it up so she can see it and her throat runs dry and she doesn't know how to complete her words as the words ceases from her, "Torture is not always a bad thing, gatita," he informs her, his eyes trailing off from her eyes down to her trembling womanhood whose wetness is hidden with the thong on it. She looks so good and it makes his heart hurt in the process. "Torture can be a good thing, depending on who is doing it." he says with a devilish smirk.

We crossed into the zone, over the tape that marked the edge of comfort—and just like that, I wasn’t watching anymore. The area taped off held more than just the sawhorse. There was a black leather chaise tucked into the corner, elegant and sin-slick, like it had seen a thousand bodies writhe across it. Next to it, a low dresser with drawers labeled in tidy script: restraints, sensation, aftercare. Above it, a rack mounted to the wall, lined with toys like tools—paddles, crops, floggers, some wood, some metal, some designed to sting and some to soothe.

The cool air against my bare pussy made me shiver. He tugged the vibrator out of me with a one sharp gesture. I gasped, clenching from the feeling of sudden emptiness. Before I could recover, he pressed a dildo against the entrance of my pussy, taking it up to my clit and teasing me before taking it back down. He teased my soaked entrance, the swollen flesh that was already dripping from his torment. “You’ve been really disobedient,” He said softly, running the toy along my folds. “And I don’t tolerate disobedience.”

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“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.