Addicted To Pain Book の小説・ストーリー

He made me beg for his cock, degrading me with sexual insults. I should have been disgusted, but I was addicted to the pain. I craved it, needed it like a drug. Even as my breasts sagged and deformed from the abuse, even as my vagina swelled and festered, I couldn't stop. I was bound to Graham, bound by the shame and desire that consumed me.

I'm sure there's happiness and endless love between us but pain was always on the way to destroy us. But maybe...even there's pain I always choose to love him endlessly. I didn't mind the pain. I felt like I feel numb for it. And while loving him...I am also loving the pain. That's why I got addicted. I got addicted I don't know how to rehab. I know it would sounds crazy...but along with the pain I'm feeling while loving him...I will never let go of him and I will always hold on to his promise. He promised me he'll be back. He promised me he'll find me no matter what. He promised that we'll see each other again and I trust him. I can wait for him. Even it's a months, days, weeks, or even yea

i hear the door barricaded and his footsteps growing near me and i close my eyes in fear, ready to be raped by this god again. i hear his shorts drop between his tanned, hair-speckled legs, he slaps his monster cock in his hand, the thick clap it emanates makes me feel it inside me already. i am ready. when you are first violated, you will want nothing more than to leave… to cry and scream… but after; you become addicted. addicted to the state of pain your aggressor inflicts upon you. addicted to the warmth of the cock ravaging your guts. addicted to the feeling of your cum-flooded insides. i will never be the man i once was; and i dont want to be ever again…

Pain. Agony. Everything hurt. Every inch of my body throbbed relentlessly. I was burning up with a high fever, my throat was dry and my stomach was screaming for some food. The thing was, I couldn't hold anything in. There was only one thing my body needed, only one thing it craved. I never knew you could be so addicted to something. I would literally kill to have Sam's teeth in me again. And that thought didn't terrify me at all; it just made me that more furious at the monsters holding me.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

James Pain. Tearing, torturous, stabbing waves of pain. I couldn’t breathe. A black, heavy darkness settled in my chest. Wave after wave, pain consumed me—not shattering me all at once, which might have been merciful, but torturing me slowly. It was like a shard of glass had pierced my heart and lodged there. With every beat, every breath, it scraped and tore, and I could do nothing to ease it. The pain wasn’t just physical—it was draining my energy, my joy, my hope. My very life force leaked out with it. I was going numb, empty, hour by hour. Sleep and food became meaningless. Even training and work couldn’t distract me. Nothing did.

I wanted to scream at him that I came face-to-face to death from that drug. I wanted to scream at him that I experienced the most excruciating pain of my life at the hands of his friends. I wanted to scream at him that I became the sex addict I was today because I endured that godforsaken drug for hours—long hours!—all because I didn’t want any other man’s hands on my body apart from his. As he held me up against the wall, smothering with anger and hurt, I wanted to scream all this at him, but in the end, I didn’t. I couldn’t.

I heard the couch making a squeaky loud noise and his thrust turned rougher that my breasts are bouncing hard as he slammed himself faster and harder. I know he is near his edge from the way his rod pulses inside me, and I cried his name loud as I felt I climaxed together with him! His warm, sticky liquid spurted in my womb and I can feel how his shaft pulsates as he come. He filled me to the brim that I could still feel him. I’m not addicted to sex but I guess I’m getting addicted to having sex with this man. “Are you on pills?” I opened my eyes a little and found him looking at my face as he lay beside me. We barely fit in the couch and he was spooning my body with his large frame. I feel

“Someone stronger. Smarter. More… worthy.” I gritted my teeth. The pain returned in full force, the anger, the betrayal of those two bitches… “You let him humiliate you,” Damon continued. “Just like you let everyone else. You let your uncle sell you. You let yourself be trapped in a strip club. You let your past define you.” My body trembled, not out of fear but anger—the fight and injury I should have inflicted that day that I did nothing about all resurfaced. My mind opened and I felt a familiar presence stir up within me. The more Damon cursed, insulted and brought back my pain, the angrier I became.

“Fine. But I am not leaving.” Later that night, Dr. Adrian sat alone in his office. The lamp cast shadows across the room, highlighting the deep lines carved into his face. He pulled a small amber bottle from his desk, shaking two pills into his palm before swallowing them dry. His hands trembled faintly, the weight of years pressing hard. For a long moment, he sat there, eyes closed, breathing slow. Katherine… I am still keeping her safe. I will not fail.