Bbw Torture Novels & Stories

grandma Benita yelled in anger. A fat lady in guarded uniform rush's out with few other men in suits. “Understood," The subsequent pain I felt was a hot slap to my face and pulled on my arm. By this, my dress ripped more, exposing so much skin from my breast part. “Whore...” She cussed. I didn't know when tears started dripping from my eyes. Feeling embarrass enough, I bow down in shame as I kneel to kiss the cold tile floor. I felt like dying.

Zero keeps on teasing her vagina, leaving it too wet. He grinned like a real monster—a demon. He traces his hand down to her breasts. Tweaked one tip to another then slowly trail it down to her abdomen, and darted his finger circularly into her belly button. She arched her body, curled her toes, and her hands clutch into his arms. “Z-Zero,” she whispered. ‘When will this torture last?’ she thought. “Are you liking it?” She shook her head and moaned but bit-pressed her lips together when she realizes the fact that Becca is still on the other side of her room. “N-No,” she whispered. “I hate it because it’s killing me,” she added.

I wanted to scream but I knew I would suffer more if I did this so I just suffered in silence. "That's a good girl, drink up as there is plenty more where that came from." Brian said while holding the glass to my mouth and almost poring it into my mouth. He filled the glass again and told me to drink my pee or I would suffer far greater pain than his cane. My bottom had got used to the tacks sticking with me and Brian knew this so he lifted me off the chair and smashed my bottom down again. I screamed as the downward force made the pins stick further into me. 'Stop that!" He shouted and pulled hard on the chain that hung between my tits.

It was a red, hot branding iron! Under my terrified gaze, Brianna slowly walked up to me and pressed it down forcefully on my back. I let out a blood-curdling shriek. The words "shameless homewrecker" were burned into my back. Brianna seemed proud of what she'd done and looked at me smugly. "Let's see if you still have the guts to seduce other men in the future!" I was tortured to the brink of death and even caught a familiar whiff of burning flesh. I nearly passed out from the pain. Opening my mouth to speak, I wasn't even able to make a sound.

He was not a dramatic person at all, so they must not have been in good shape. “It was a fucking nightmare when we finally made it to where they were being held. I’ve seen my fair share of torture, but they definitely overdid it with these two. Jackson ended up having three broken ribs, a broken shoulder, and a few more broken bones, electrical burns from a taser, the bitch carved him up some too, and it looked like he had been used as a punching bag,” he told us. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of bourbon before coming back out. I could see that Brynn’s case must have been worse than Jackson’s given this reaction.

I cannot stand it so I pushed him away and looked at him. “ This is sick. You are fucking sick,” I said, gritting my teeth. Alpha Zac gaze was cold. “ Shh,” he muttered, his middle fingers over his lips, and his gaze flows back to what he wanted me to watch. A woman is being tortured on the bed, she’s handcuffed on the headboard whilst her naked body is writhing over something. I don’t know why she’s there or what she has done but no one deserves this. No one deserves to be used like this when it’s clear that she’s not enjoying it.

They would always be coming up with new ideas for torture. Apart from fractured bones, I also have tremors, and my body is having uncontrolled seizures, especially when there are battles in Wengarthria. I felt the recent fall of Konneyard, but my body suffered the hardest from the recent breach to Macabantrah. Sometimes, the pain and tremors get so intense that I faint. It is annoying to be so…weak…mortal…defenceless, humane and vulnerable. Did Aralyn feel like this when I tortured her, or was it worse? No, she wasn’t deprived of her celestial self. I have just affected her wolf with wolfsbane. Yeah, dickhead just keep on trying to sugarcoat it to yourself to make it sound better. With her t

“What did you just say?” Maddox barked. “It just stopped biting me. I don't know why. Probably it's not a monster like you who never gets tired of torturing people.” Nisha said, with the little confidence in her. Maddox was baffled as how the creature, which is known for its relentless torture. He got so furious that he dragged Nisha out of the cage to his bathroom. Vivian followed him to see what he was going to do to Nisha. Maddox turned on the tap to make his bathtub filled with water. When it was filled up, he carried Nisha and put her in the bathtub as she was trying to fight to release herself. He pinned her to the bathtub, so she would not be able to come out of the water. Nisha was t

The other moles can help me identify their colleagues, but as for Bianca and her lover, I need them for something else entirely, I am going to torture them separately and I will get them talking in no time. When Bethany left, I paid a visit to Bianca and her murderous lover. I have a special cell that I use in carrying out this type of torture. It is a brightly lit room that has a huge thick glass in the middle. The glass serves as a demarcation, and it is thick enough to block out all sounds, so the two rooms a soundproof. You could see what is happening in the other room but you can’t hear what is being said. I had them strapped to a barbed wire, with a high current passing through it. The

As if that wasn't torture enough, Chance’s teeth found it'd way around the exposed chest of Terrence, sneaking a taste at the raised buds once in a while. So much stimuli at once, it was a miracle that Terrence's head didn't explode. That he was still standing, albeit the wall supporting his back. "Chance…." With much difficulty Terrence mumbled out. He wasn't sure if he was getting Chance to stop or increase the torture further. Soon Terrence was left there without anything on him (except his watch that was too expensive to throw away in this mess) and he found himself not protesting when the hand over his butt encroached dangerously towards the entrance.