Belly Button Torture Porn Novels & Stories

The room is filled with a cacophony of gasps and a deafening roar as I struggle to catch my breath, my body trembling with the effort. I sob uncontrollably as I recount the horrifying experiences I endured. “He would forcefully inject me with what he claimed to be a miraculous cure, but in reality, it was a potent aphrodisiac that stripped away any semblance of control over my own body. This sinister concoction made it alarmingly effortless for him to subject me to unspeakable acts of rape, using both sex toys and his penis to assault me both anally and vaginally.”

I scream out, moaning as the object inside me begins to vibrate and move in and out slowly. “This dildo is gonna fuck you just enough to make you want to cum, but not enough to let you cum.” “Fourteen.” I moan out. They continue their torture, Antonio fucking me too slow with the dildo, and Nicholas delivering blows to my ass. I can already tell my ass is going to fucking hurt for at least a couple of days. “Forty-nine!” I moan out. “Fifty.” I whisper, feeling tears run down my cheeks.

I ask nervously as he pulls a small bullet looking thing out of a small dark purple suede draw string bag and looks at it as if it is the most interesting bullet he has ever seen. "I can smell how strong your arrousal is and I am going to make it easy for you. I am going to slip this inside of you, and everytime I see you having a naughty thought, I am going to press this button. It sends a small shock up through you, but will feel more like a quick vibration." He explains as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. "You are not putting that in me," I stand firmly closing my knees together. "Oh, but I am," He says with a devilish smirk on his face. Before I have time to argue, he dives

Just raised an eyebrow and pulled out his phone. A couple taps later he turned the screen toward me. There I was, in the video he’d somehow gotten, sitting on my bed in nothing but a tiny thong, my tits out, looking straight into the camera while I moaned and said, “Yeah, send the money first, then I’ll spread my pussy for you. Five hundred dollars gets you the close-up where I finger myself thinking about your cock.” My stomach flipped. Heat flooded my face and my nipples went rock hard against the thin fabric of my dress, rubbing almost painfully with every shaky breath I took.

Will I be able to endure this sexual torture until he finally pulls back from fright? I held myself together and let him explore me as he had said. I'm sure he would give up just as quickly when he found out exactly what I am. While my eyes were closed, I suddenly felt something wet on my stomach and licked my belly button. I tensed under him as he licked me. It seemed as though my whole body was on fire. I wish I could ask him to stop, but I can't, I'm enjoying every bit of what he was doing to me.

Asphyxiation one of my favorites type of torture, I've been working on my grips because of it. "Angh...nghh...phee..lease.." "Will you tell our audience if I let you go?" I whispered from behind him, inches from his ear. I need him to confess, fast, I honestly don't have time for his reluctance. "Y-yesss..." he was sobbing when I started unbuttoning his shirt and let my knife tease his beer belly. The man was lean, sleazy, and smelled like an old man. He looked like one, probably spending his weekends with his whores spending the bosses money and ready to sing the second authorities caught him doing small time job for the mob.

"Because you're mine to torture." He slams me back to the ground,his heavy body crushing me against the pointy rocks. He flips me around and holds me down by pressing his knee on my spine, tears roll down my face and drop to the ground,my breasts ache,the roughness of the ground bruising them as he moves his hand between my legs,he rubs my pussy in hard rough strokes,I cry and sob and shout. The clinking of a belt increases my panic "No,no,no please no." "And finally,I fulfill my rape fantasy."

He removed the jacket, then the shirt, needing to breathe without Adrian’s choice touching his skin. His eyes dropped to his ribs. He froze. Beneath the pale skin on his left side was a tiny scar. It was small. Too small to mean nothing. The line was neat, clean, and careful, like someone had cut him open and closed him again with patience. Lucas touched it. A sharp sting shot through his side. He gasped and stepped back, hitting the sink. For one second, he heard something. A soft beep. Lucas stopped breathing. He searched the bathroom for a hidden machine, a camera, anything that could have made the sound.

Chapter 40 The moment Leon hit “send,” his stomach plummeted. He stared at the screen as the video uploaded — the raw, humiliating footage of himself on all fours, legs spread wide, slamming the dildo deep into his ass while moaning Aaron’s name like a broken slut. His face was fully visible. His voice was wrecked and desperate. Thick ropes of cum streaked his stomach. There was no way to deny what he had become. “Delivered.” Then, “Opened.”

I shifted so the bulge in my pants was hidden by the table. A groan slipped out of me when I clicked on the last thing she sent. It was a video and she was rubbing herself in it. My hands, suddenly developing a mind of their own, reached down to palm my c*ck. It was pressed so hard against my zipper that I wouldn’t be surprised if the thing popped open. "F*ck," this was torture. I was so going to f*ck the movement out of her legs for this tease. I wish I could be transported home right now.