Bbw Torture Novels & Stories

During the time of my torture, Owen caused me to orgasm three times, once from pain and twice from using a vibrator on me. “You have been such a good pet, taking everything so well. I think you deserve a reward.” Owen pushed the vibrator onto my clit. I screamed as the object made me lose all sense of self. Finally, Owen took the toy away and got behind me. My body started aching from being tied so long, but I was ready for Owen to take me.

Bert pulled the gun back from beside the head of the man whose name was still unknown, then signaled one of the men to get an injection, vibrator and knife. "Mr. Bert. Please..." said the subordinate and handed over the prepared items. "Sir-" asked Bert hanging. "Do it! Show him what real torture is!" said Asher with a glare. Asher sat sweetly on his soft sofa, watching how Bert gave both torture and pleasure at the same time. The two subordinates swiftly restrained the hostage's body so that Bert could carry out his execution.

Maybe, we'll burn them together after she's healed. Ignacio and all his men didn't have hands anymore because they touched what's mine and this guy, this fucking pathetic vermin tried to kill her. I was not done with him I walked to the corner and surveyed the torture devices Alessandro had hung on the wall. Alessandro Costello was creative with his torture devices, I gotta hand it to him because I had a sudden urge to use them all and use them on this fucking man who tried to kill my wife. I picked up the baseball bat from the far right corner. It was covered with barbed wire, deadly spikes were sticking out in all different directions.

My heart beats fast when he releases me and I suck in the air as I cough. “Do it.” Gianni looks from his brother to me and moves to the sink and fills a bucket and the chair moves so it’s leaning back. Waterboarding seriously. They get to work, forcing me to choke as they pour the water over the cloth as I cough and gasp for air. I’m soaked by the time they finish, but I haven’t said a word. I’m shaking because I’m cold, but not scared. “Is that the best you can do? Pathetic.” I say as my teeth chatter and I shiver. This torture goes on for days.

I can't forget how he raped me with this cock and today I just ripped that part away from his body which he used most to torture women. Andrew's scream of pain filled in the forest.... he was screeching and yelling, begging his wolf to heal him who was not responding to him, just like his wolf didn't respond to me when Andrew was torturing me. Andrew's scream of pain was like music to my ear as it all reminded me of the moments when I was screaming… After a while, Max brings the petrol can and a matchstick in a bag. I took it from him and throw the petrol on Andrew and burn him alive with a matchstick, remembering the moment when he throw the candle wax on my body to torture me and to increa

They cried and begged desperately when blood was almost choking them, rushing every second, making them gasp for air with pain, which came from all the injuries they had suffered. However, Byron ignored their crying and walked to one of the corner tables, which was covered with a stained cloth. He pulled it out and looked over all kinds of torturing gadgets with a deep interest gaze before sneering. He picked the machine that was used to chop the betel nuts and looked over them with a scary face, before declaring, "Now, let's begin the main show for which you all are here." He raised his arm to show what he got. The eyes of all five men widened with terror, and fear shook them as they shook

I was also drugged by Tanika frequently and made a mockery of. I was tortured daily as well, sometimes I'd be flogged with a whip soaked in wolfsbane, burnt, lacerated with knives, tortured by having my nails removed, beaten mercilessly till I passed out, had my limbs sprained or broken multiple times, choked and nearly even drowned.

With his other hand holding her photo he began to please himself, imagining the things he would do to if she were right in front of him. He could see himself driving her to the she over and over again. Her pleading, her moans and screams, he will take them all. Thirty minutes B.B shoots everything out making his shaft soft from the release. Seeing the mess, he had made, he cussed at himself and cleaned up.

My heart trembled in fear when I heard that. He showed me needles, huge needles, almost the size of the veins. “These needles will be stabbed into your arms and legs. And since you're a beautiful woman, I'll pierce your nipples with these as well. I'll push a rod up your ass and another up to your pussy. Then I'll turn on the electricity. You'll be electrocuted until you pass out. The process will repeat ten times. But I won't let you die.” The way he was telling me about that horrific torture so excitedly, made me reconsider my decision.

I’m already used to people thinking I’m evil, so this is hardly a new concept for me. Hours of unending torture pass by; my body reduced to one burning exposed nerve as Mateo Cabrera stands over me, covered in my blood with a look of satisfaction on his face. My eyes flutter tiredly as my body begs to shut down in an attempt to block out the pain. My brain’s every impulse trying its hardest to save me from this hell.