Belly Button Torture Porn Novels & Stories

Chapter 6 Belle's POV I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. My arms are burning, shoulders screaming from holding myself up. My knees feel raw against the mattress, and my lower back aches from the constant arch. The thick dildo keeps stretching me open with every slow, torturous thrust while Mr. Cane’s tongue works my ass with wicked precision — licking, circling, and pushing inside just enough to drive me insane. I’m shaking uncontrollably now, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

“Beg louder, slut. Tell us how badly you need to cum.” “I need it so bad,” I cried out, tears of frustration already forming. “Please let me cum. I’ll do anything. I’ll be your good girl. Just please…” He brought me right to the brink again, my thighs shaking violently, then stopped. They tortured me like that for what felt like forever. Taking turns eating me out, using a thick vibrating dildo on my pussy, then a smaller plug in my ass. Every time I got close, they pulled away, laughing at how I whimpered and begged like a desperate whore.

Sarah had a cold sneer as she said to them, "Guys, didn't you tell me that the ladies I got you last time didn't suit your tastes? Well, I specifically picked out one who's a pro at servicing others this time. I guarantee that you'll be satisfied!" Wicked smiles split the men's faces. "Sarah, it seems we didn't spoil you for nothing. To think that you've found us such a delectable treat this time." I struggled vehemently, but even when my wrists were rubbed raw and started to bleed, I still failed to break free. What made matters even worse was that my body was actually starting to get a reaction. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and I couldn't stop trembling. Seeing that, Sarah whip

My cheeks were blazing by the end of my revelation. Tamara smirked, nodding her head at me. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Double penetration. Very good. I knew there would be a kink in you if you're dating a pornstar." She walked over to the wall and pulled down a small package. "This is the beginner size. A butt plug, lynn. He'll slip this into your anal cavity and then you two can screw in any position you want where you'll feel that same fullness." I grabbed the package from her and stared down at it with awe. It was black, pointy, but had a small round bulge in it.

When he yanked them down, she pushed her thighs together tight to try and hide her shame. She wasn't expecting him to hit too hard, but the first one sent a shock of white-hot pain that made her cry out and squirm on the spot. She heard him snickering as he raised the belt again. Squeezing her eyes shut, she prayed this one wouldn't be as hard. It was harder. Her breath sucked in so sharply it felt like her lungs would explode as the pain radiated from her backside all the way to the pit of her stomach, making her feel ill. This wasn't nice. It wasn't playful or fun. It was just torture.

Maybe a bit too much even. I lavish her nipples with attention and a contended sigh escapes her lips. I flick them with my tongue, pinch them with my fingers, slap her tits and watch them jiggle in fascination. By the time I’m done, her tits have bite marks on them, her nipples are shiny with my saliva, and she’s the one pushing me away from them. As I move even lower down her body, I make a quick stop at her belly button, dipping my tongue into the little hole and a crazy thought hits me. I’d love to see it pierced. Where the hell did that come from?

His free hand slapped down onto my naked ass again and again, causing whimpers and cry's to leave me. It felt like hours of torture had gone by when really it was no more than ten minutes. His movements increased before he stayed deep inside me, a loud grunt left his mouth as I felt myself being filled up. My stomach turned instantly and the need to vomit became prominent as I felt abused and broken.

They didn’t use names here, they just had an initial on their white polo shirts above a chest pocket. “Let’s crank her up a bit, she nearly bit me yesterday!” D slaps my face as my head, arms and legs are strapped down on a bed. My cheek stings from the impact and my eyes burn with tears. “Hey, leave her face! I need to take some more pictures.” M pushes D away from me. M strokes my face with his little finger before it follows down, over my breast and down to my lower abdomen. He doesn’t enter my trouser waistband but instead sucks his finger and pokes it into my belly button. The sick freak!

[No! [But…] Another text comes in before I can finish typing. [Except you want me to punish you, Princess.] Looking at the wink emoji, I feel conflicted. How bad can the punishment be? Several results pop up on G****e once I look up “Sex Dungeon Punishment”. “Oh my God!” I gasp, seeing all the images and video previews. I see women tied and gagged. That’s not even the crazy part. Some of them are being rimmed by things as big as my arm.

Torture. Back to the stream. I arch, cut falling open completely, breasts spilling free. “Who wants to see me come for you?” I purr, grabbing the toy from the nightstand, which I hadn't realised he had taken back. I drag it along my slit, teasing, then push it inside with a gasp. The vibration kicks on low when I hit the button. BigDaddy69: $25 – scream for me DarkHorseX: $30 – use both holes