Bbw Torture Novels & Stories

I twitched from the pain as tears fell from my eyes. Brenda poked me with her blade with a gleeful look on her face. "I guess the wedding will be perfect today." My head fell heavily, and I finally stopped trembling. It was because I had been tortured to death. However, Brenda continued to get the bodyguards to secure me by running wires through my shoulders. The wires were shaped into wings. After that, they brought over plaster that was freshly mixed. Scoop after scoop of plaster was smothered thickly all over my flesh.

I pulled hard at the cuffs above my head, chains rattling loudly. “Easy, darling,” he warned tenderly, lips still latched onto my breast. “Don’t hurt yourself. Let me take care of you.” But the sensations were too much. The vibrator buzzed mercilessly against my clit while the thick dildo pulsed inside me. It felt like it was heating me up from the inside. When he poured more ice cream down my belly, trailing it over my navel and lower, coating my pussy, I broke. “Damn you, Reese Blackwood,” I gasped, half-laughing through the moans as the cold hit my overheated flesh. “This is torture—sweet, evil, perfect torture.”

Inside was a collection of terrifying and beautiful equipment — ropes, cuffs, nipple clamps, a spreader bar, floggers, canes, vibrators, and a few things I didn’t even recognize. “I used to be a sex tutor,” he said coldly. “I trained women to take extreme pleasure and pain. You’ve just volunteered to be my next student.” He cuffed my wrists behind my back and bent me over the edge of the bed. He spread my legs wide with the spreader bar and locked it in place. Then the real torture began. He started with a thick flogger, striking my ass and thighs until my skin burned red. I screamed with every hit. “Ahhhh! Uncle Lin— it hurts!”

Later that day, after they received a phone call, they started to torture me endlessly. They will leave, and once they return, the torture starts. I went through electrocutions, wolfsbane injected into me, and sharp whips lashing my back. Time loses meaning when pain replaces everything. Silver slices across my chest. More wolfsbane fills my blood until my vision swims as I convulse uncontrollably. They break my ribs. Twist my arm until the bone snaps. They loosen the chains and dunk my head into freezing water tainted with silver flakes. Each session ends with me gagging on blood and fury.

It's burning. He took a seat in front of me and looked at me curiously. "I know how you people treat your hostages..." He eyed me up and down. "Or women!" What does he fucking mean? "Better than Italians at least..." I replied glaring at him. "You are fierce..." He smirked and leaned down. "I love to torture women like you..." "That's why you tortured Bella." My throat was in his tight grip as soon as I said that. "Don't make me hurt you, Doctor..."

They were waiting for Mistress Beaumont's command. "Begin the punishment!" With the command to begin, a sharp pain shot through my buttocks. The wooden boards hit my buttocks unmercifully, bringing a searing pain with each stroke. I tried to hold back a sound, but couldn't stop the moans of agony from spilling out of my mouth. Everly's screams echoed through the room as her body was subjected to the same torture. The first stroke, I cringe. The second stroke, I bite my lower lip.

"I would cut two of your fingers everyday bit by bit so you feel the pain in every inch of your body, make peace with the painful sensation and etch it deep in your soul to never touch a strand of hair on Tess." He rubbed his Palms together gingerly as if already living in the moments of her torture." Oh, and of course, the deadline. Hmmm let's see. I will mince two of your fingers everyday with sharp blades until Ruben finds you. Cool right, I'm giving you the chance to have a prince charming moment, you should be thankful." he laughed hysterically. Britt's pupils constricted and she shuddered, her eyes rolled up back into her head and she fainted. The terror was too much for her to handle.

After recieving no reply, Matthew spoke again, "Initiate Torture Sequence: Shock 500V" [Affirmative] The same thing happened again. Yaksha's body violently shook inside the chamber while his eyes turned bright red. Blood seeped out of his eyes this time. The electric shock made him lose his urine inside the pod. The good thing was a bionic pod was designed to handle it by itself. Matthew spoke again, "Initiate Torture Sequence: Shock 600V" [Affirmative] Matthew spoke again, "Initiate Torture Sequence: Shock 700V"

"Look. The Lord has seen her repenting and has punished her." Torture at the college was systematic. Monday was designated for purifying one's sense of taste. Sophie had to kneel and drink holy water mixed with glass shards at 5:00 am. In the afternoon, she had to swallow earthworms alive because they were supposed to consume everything dirty in one's soul.

—tears soaking the pillow beneath me. He alternated between tender strokes of his fingers through my hair and brutal spanks that left my ass glowing red. Then, without warning, he grabbed a slim beaded plug from the bag, forcing it alongside his thrusting cock into my already overstretched hole. The pain spiked to pure torture—“I can’t! It’s ripping me apart—ahhhhh!”—my legs kicking helplessly, toes curling tight as convulsions wracked my entire body from the overload.