Brutal Pussy Torture Novels & Stories

The wet slap of skin against skin fills the hall, mixed with my ragged breathing and his low grunts. “That’s my girl,” he growls, one hand sliding up to fist my hair, pulling my head back slightly. “Let me hear you moan while I fuck you.” Another moan breaks free, louder this time, as he drives deeper. Tears of shame and unwanted ecstasy streak down my face even as my walls clench greedily around his cock. My mind screams that I hate him, but my body is melting under every brutal, possessive thrust. He keeps pounding into me with deep, relentless strokes, the heavy table creaking under the force. Every thrust sends sparks of unwanted pleasure shooting up my spine.

“Last time I told you sucking my cock wasn’t a punishment. This time, it is. Open your pretty little mouth for me.” I’m so messed up. My core is clenching tight as he undoes his belt, his pants and slides the zipper down. His cock is so hard it isn’t easy for him to pull down the silky black boxers. I open my mouth, my hand is around him, needing to touch him. Catching my hand. “No, no touching. Next time, I’ll allow it, but not this time. This is a punishment. I’m going to fuck your throat. Don’t make me bind your hands. Put them behind your back.”

Her cry echoed off the walls as her pussy spasmed violently, juices spraying. He didn’t stop. Pulling his fingers free, he flipped her over onto her stomach, ass up, wrists still bound and stretched. The position pressed her sore tits and cheek against the scattered papers. Victor kicked her feet wider, then delivered a barrage of hard spanks across her already pink ass—ten, fifteen, each one louder and stingier than the last. The burn spread deep into her core, making her clit throb in time with the pain. “Count them, whore.”

The woman seated on the man's lap said. She had no idea what was coming her way and I will teach her a lesson that she will never forget. This time I will make sure she is dead even if I have to follow them to the deepest parts of hell. My fingers start to twitch and I started feeling a kind of insanity in my head. I got up on my feet and started pounding against the steal bars of the cage I was in. My hands didn't stop to increase in size and I kept pounding. I felt myself getting bigger and bigger. My fingers formed claws and so did my toes. My canine turned into huge tusks and the rest of my teeth were big and sharp. My jaw turned into that of a dangerous beast.

My hips jolted in surprise, and I again tried to get free of his hold. My body was thrashing non-stop as I tried to get away from his hold, but my powers were nothing in front of him now. His tongue licked my pussy and then suddenly it was trying to push inside the pussy hole. I whimpered loudly at his attacks. His tongue was much more rough and scratchy. It was giving uncontrollable tingling sensations to my Insides. I could feel all the blood in his phællùs gathering, making him feel hot. He grabbed my waist roughly and flipped me over. He grabbed my abdomen, pulled my ass up in the air, and shoved his phællüs inside of my pussy once again while grabbing my full boob in his giant hands.

And she has given him a chance to excute brutality by breaking all the records of sins mentioned in his rulebook, betrayal, the topmost offence! 'Good girl', he purred, tilting his head in the valley of her caramel neck, quite impressed by her immediate submissiveness, here clearly and cleverly ignoring the violence and the threat part. She groaned in sheer debilitating pain when the stung area started throbbing with extreme burning sensation and his hot breath fanning her ear lobe bringing an another stage of panic attack.

He slammed inside in one savage thrust, burying every inch deep into my pussy and I screamed at the sudden fullness, my walls fluttering wildly around his massive girth. He fucked me with raw, punishing force — long, brutal strokes that slammed his hips against my ass. Each thrust drove me forward on the table, my breasts swinging heavily beneath me. The wet, violent slapping of skin on skin filled the room and his cock pounded against my cervix, the head kissing it with every savage plunge.

The sound of his cock plunging in and out of my soaked channel grows louder, wetter, more obscene with each stroke. The brutality of his fucking is matched only by the brutality of his words. Each thrust felt like it's driving his cock deeper into my soul, claiming parts of me I didn't know existed. My legs spread wider of their own accord, my ass pushing back to meet his punishing strokes. "AAAAUUGHHH fuck!" I screamed, my pussy clenching voluntarily around his invading shaft. Fuck yes!" I babbled, beyond shame now, beyond anything but raw animal need. "BEAT THAT FUCKING PUSSY UP, GIVE IT TO ME!!

I could still feel the aching bruises on my ass as I ground my fingers deep into my pussy. The final vision was that of spreading my legs for my Master and husband Paul, knowing that I was offering my most tender parts for him to abuse, to wound, to torture. My consciousness was petrified from fear of the pain, but my subconscious spread my legs, knowing that I needed it, that I deserved my punishment. With every flash of the belt that went through my mind, my hand moved my cunt ever closer to that edge. The vision played on repeat as I tried to go over the edge, but I never could quite make it over.

I taunted him in a husky velvety evil voice while looking at his naked bended body with dark eyes… "Angh! Daddy! Please show some mercy on my Pussy, Daddy! It's too sore! You're fucking me too hard, Daddy!" He wailed, his head thrashing from side to side, his eyes rolling back as the wild, relentless pounding hit his most sensitive spot with devastating accuracy over and over again. The bells between his legs rang in a continuous, chaotic screech as his entire body shuddered under the absolute, wild violence of my possession.