Brutal Pussy Torture Novels & Stories

“Cum for me like the dirty little whore you are.” Her thighs trembled violently as he pushed the vibrator harder, his free hand slapping her other nipple until it turned red and raw. Pleasure burned through her veins like acid. Her body convulsed as her orgasm hit, tears spilling down her cheeks. Before she could recover, he shoved his cock deep inside her dripping cunt with a brutal thrust. She screamed, her bound wrists straining against the headboard. “Shut up,” he snarled, slapping her cheek. “You’re going to take every inch like the pathetic little slut you are.”

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.

he begs. I pull the knife out, aim for a kidney and close my eyes as he screams again. The words are an incoherent babbling. They flow over me like rain washing the shame of my failure away. I might not have been able to stop him hurting Celia, but this fucker was made to hurt women. During torture he admitted to Peter he’d been raping his little sister since she was nine, raped six other women. A month ago he’d killed a woman for the first time. He called her a woman, but at fifteen she was a girl who was easy to overpower, rape, and suffocate when she fought back a second time.

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.

Her legs were forcibly spread by ropes around her ankles, her shaved pussy glistening with juices, her full breasts rising and falling with heavy breathing, nipples hard as stones. Stefan, also naked, his thick veiny cock semi-erect, watched with a sadistic smile, whip in hand. “Fuck, I’m handcuffed and exposed for my men… my pussy is dripping, ready to be tortured and fucked,” Pathy thought, her body trembling with arousal, juices trickling down to her asshole and soaking the black sheets.

"Now... I want you to stand up. Go to the mirror." Lucas obeyed, his legs stiff. The mirror showed him standing—a little bent over, his eyes moving quickly. Adrian walked around him slowly, watching, fixing things without saying a word. A hand lifted, straightening Lucas’s shoulders, his stance, the way he held his head. Each touch was exact, claiming, close, and yet clearly meant to teach him. Adrian brought out his cock and entered Lucas from behind. Lucas jumped in fright. "You jump," Adrian said, finally speaking. "Every time I touch you, you jump. That's not graceful. That's fear. And fear is not allowed. You will not jump. Never. Do you hear me?"

a woman shouted making me closed my eyes to avoid any more embarrassment. "Look how weak he is, I think he's hungry, why can't you at allow him to eat" a sweet feminine voice said to me me still lieing down, I manage to open my eyes only to meet the apor of beautiful browm eyes staring directly at me. I felt an unknown emotions surging in, making me feel venerable.

I shivered as his hot breath brushed against my neck. I instinctively took a step back. The sinister smirk on his lips made my heart pound heavily in my chest. "And in return, I will take something precious from you." I gulped, knowing he doesn't mean my virginity. Then what? "Something precious?" He nodded. "You will lose something you will claim as yours, yet never truly own. You will be shattered... broken beyond repair, yet unable to do anything about it. You won’t bleed, but the pain will hurt thousands of times more than everything you have suffered before."