Brutal Pussy Torture Novels & Stories

Then he went back to licking and sucking my asshole, his tongue pushing deep inside me again. My moans turned into desperate cries. I was so close. But he wasn’t done punishing me. He stood up suddenly, spun me around to face him, and yanked the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts completely. His hands grabbed them roughly, squeezing hard, pinching and twisting my nipples until I cried out in pain and pleasure. “Keep fingering your pussy,” he commanded. “Don’t stop.” I obeyed, my fingers plunging in and out of my dripping cunt while he brutally punished my breasts. He slapped them, squeezed them, twisted my nipples until they were red and swollen. The pain mixed with the pleasure of my

****** “Bloody hell!” Ethan stared in disbelief as the conniving witch shut the door, leaving him naked, aroused and very very furious. Erin had actually walked out on him. She’d seduced him, played him for a fool and then humiliated him in the worst possible way. He let loose another stream of curses, desperately needing an outlet for his frustrations. Most especially, he wanted to wring the little minx’s neck, then take her over his knees and spank her silly till she begged his forgiveness.

My body jerks hard. The chain on the cuff pulls my left arm. He raises the whip again, lashing my pussy a second time. The pain is worse. My clit throbs with heat and tears fill my eyes. I bite my lip to stop another scream, making blood to fill my mouth. He hits again. And again. And again. Each strike lands on my pussy and clit. Hot. Swollen. I cry. My legs shake. I cannot close them. He stops after many lashes. My pussy burns like fire.

“Destroy this European pussy with that big black cock while your toys fill every hole. Please ruin me forever!” With one savage thrust, Ryan buried himself balls-deep inside her. Lotte screamed in raw ecstasy as he stretched her beyond limits. The vibrating eggs and thick anal plug made her impossibly full. He fucked her with brutal, punishing strokes, each thrust slamming into her while the crotch rope ground mercilessly against her clit and the toys shifted violently inside her. The nipple clamps tugged painfully with every impact. Wet, obscene slapping sounds mixed with her broken moans and the distant hum of the city outside the windows.

I made her ride me while I pulled the chain connecting her nipple clamps. “Bounce on it like the cheap whore you are. Show me how you fuck your lovers.” She rode desperately, tears streaming, but her pussy was dripping. I made her cum repeatedly while calling her every degrading name — cumrag, worthless wife, blackmail bitch, sadistic toy. Later, I brought out a double-ended dildo and scissored with her brutally, our cunts mashed together as I controlled the rhythm. I slapped her face and choked her while we tribbed. The finale was me making her eat my pussy for nearly forty minutes straight while I sat on her face in a reverse facesit, whipping her pussy the entire time. She made me cum mul

He stretched me out nicely, filling me up good. He began to thrust into my aching pussy, slowly at first. One hand still gripped tightly on the belt, and the other held on to the bed to support his weight. His slow thrusts sped up in pace as he pounded into me faster. I met every thrust. The sound of our skin slapping against each other, and our heavy moans filled the room. My hands clasped, reaching for his shoulders. My nails dug into them, and my toes curled tight. "Harder," I cried, screaming into his ear as he fucked me rougher.

As the door closed behind me, I locked it and slid down the wall, letting my tears fall freely while my hand kept my sobs from bouncing off the bathroom walls. Memory after memory assaulted my brain. I felt like I was drowning. Drowning in unwanted touch and violent assaults. Choking on hate-filled glares and spiteful words. I can't take this. I pulled at my hair, trying, and failing, to push the images away to the back of my mind. Instead, they became more intense. More clear. I tore off my shirt as I tried to rip imaginary hands from my skin. My, now fully extended, claws carelessly tore into my skin, bringing to mind the only thing I knew would stop the onslaught. I dug into my right arm

“Damn, that’s beautiful! Come here Lil’ D and look at how pretty your girl’s pussy looks.” I whimper when I feel my Dom insert his fingers into me while I’m spread open. It’s a weird feeling, but once again, I’m turned on by it. They have Beth hold my free leg up and off to the side as they do as they wish to me. One of Jude’s ideas is pussy torture. My poor girl is going to get abused hard, not being able to come right away, and then once Jude does allow me to come, he will be giving me forced orgasms until he feels like I’ve had enough.

"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."

I growled, “and maybe this won’t ruin you completely.” “Fuck you, you fat bitch!” she spat, squirming. Her resistance just made me wetter. I grabbed the handcuffs from my pocket and locked her wrists tight behind her back. She was helpless now, that perfect cheer body arched and exposed. I slapped a strip of duct tape over her pretty mouth, muffling her curses into angry, pathetic whimpers. I dragged her to her parents’ bedroom — that huge king bed where her mom and dad probably fucked. Perfect. I threw her down on her back and spread her toned legs wide, exposing that pretty pink pussy. I buried my face between her thighs and devoured her.