Brutal Pussy Torture Novels & Stories

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.

He was making sure to make me pay for slapping him in front of everyone. A month before, he gave power to Georgia to do whatever she wanted to do to me; she could, and she used the power to the fullest. She never left a single second to torture me. Every day they give me wolfsbane and the potion... Hope of ever receiving my wolf had died long ago. After giving me wolfsbane, they forced me to work for them, making me do chores until my body gave up and I went unconscious. They wait until I get conscious and beat me until I lose all strength to fight and get back to work even when my body refuses. I had to work to save myself from more beating.

He looked on hungrily and it gave me a little sense of power over him, so I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply then brought my hands down my pants. I knew the tension building up in the room and the effect my actions were having on Zak and I loved that I could torture him with it. I started rubbing my pussy slowly, its juices soon wetting my fingers. “What are you doing?” Zak asked in a whisper. I ignored his question and licked the wetness off my finger seductively. I went ahead to pull down my pant making me completely naked in-front of one of the people I hated the most in this life, but I didn’t care. I brought my finger back to my pussy and cupped my left breast with the other hand. My m

Her ass cheeks flushed pink, then red, the burn spreading like fire, making her pussy drip despite the pain. 'Twenty,' he growled, counting each one. By ten, tears pricked her eyes, ass throbbing, raised welts forming under his hand. She kicked lightly, but he pinned her legs with his own, unrelenting. 'You think you can play both sides? Lie to me?' Smack—eleven, twelve—her cries turned to sobs, the punishment blending pain with a dark arousal, clit pulsing emptily. At fifteen, she begged: 'I'm sorry, Vardo, please—it's you, only you.' He paused, hand rubbing the heated flesh, fingers dipping between her legs to find her soaked. 'Liar. But you'll learn.' The final five came swift and brutal,

“Turn them off, Daddy, please! I’m begging you—my pussy, my ass, they’re fucking me so hard I’m going to break!” I twisted violently against the ropes, my wrists bound high above my head, the thick cords cutting into my skin with every frantic pull. My thighs were forced wide apart, my ankles lashed to the cold iron poles, leaving my swollen, aching cunt completely exposed. The plug in my pussy throbbed and thrust relentlessly, stretching my slick walls with brutal, mechanical precision, while the one in my ass matched every punishing rhythm, driving so deep my hips jerked involuntarily, breath coming in shattered sobs.

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. POUND MY pussy, Hardin!" I babbled, beyond shame now, beyond anything but raw animal need. "BEAT THAT FUCKING PUSSY UP, GIVE IT TO ME!!

“DON’T STOP—I’m cumming! WAAAAH—pound my sloppy hole till I explode! Fill me—shoot that baby batter deep! Boss, please, breed your crying bitch!” He clawed around, pinching my clit viciously, and I shattered—pussy spasming, squirting arcs of girl-cum all over his thighs as I screamed bloody murder. “Milk it, you sow!” he roared, hammering deeper. Three brutal pumps later, he buried to the root, erupting—hot, thick ropes blasting my womb. “Take it ALL, you filthy cumdump!”

“Now twist your nipples between your fingers. Take five full turns on each and count out loud, thanking me your master.” “One, thank you, Master… Two, thank you, Master…” By five your voice was shaking, tears rolling down your cheeks and your hips rocking without permission. “Look at you. Your tits are purple, your eyes tearing up, and your cunt dripping onto your floor just from having your own nipples tortured.” I let out a lazy laugh, then I frowned. “You’re a pathetic whore.” I let you suffer for a long, merciless minute. Then my next command came. “Slap your tits. Three times each. Slap them hard, I want to see your magnificent breast bounce.”