Brutal Pussy Torture Novels & Stories

But with every thrust, he pushed his cock all the way in until his balls touched her cheek. He started to slap her pussy. His slaps were hard and sharp. Just with the first few slaps her pussy turned crimson red and she could feel burning pain on her pussy. But she did not stop him. She could not stop him. She had her mouth full with his cock. But this was what she wanted. To be wild. He did not stop slapping her pussy until her pussy was numb with pain from his harsh slaps. He chuckled and pushed his three fingers inside her pussy. She almost choked on the tip of his cock as he started fingering her pussy hard and fast. Without showing any mercy on her. He roughly fingered her pussy. She wa

"Fuck! Harder." "Sick little slut. You love pain." I drag her hair roughly. "You love pain, then beg me." "Please." I lift the belt higher and continue my relentless whooping. I lash heavily against her ass chicks until it's red and swollen. I lower to her calves, then her ankles. She screams in pleasure. I turn around to her front and start slapping against her underbreast, causing them to joggle upwards. Tears roll down her cheeks; her eyes are dilated. Cheeks flush, and slowly she shamelessly cums. I stop and stare at her.

Then he slapped my sensitive nipples hard, making me cry out. He tortured me like that for what felt like forever — fucking my ass and pussy in turns with his cock and the dildo, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm again and again, only to stop and leave me throbbing and empty. Every time I got close he choked me or slapped my ass, keeping me right on the brink. Tears of frustration ran down my face. My pussy was swollen and leaking everywhere. The floor beneath me was wet with my juices. “Alex… please… I can’t take it anymore,” I sobbed. “Let me cum. I’ll do anything.”

He fucked her like a beast, cock pistoning in and out of her soaked, clenching pussy at a punishing pace, stretching her brutally with every savage stroke. Miraeve screamed in ecstasy, her pussy gushing around him as she came hard, walls milking his cock in violent spasms. But he didn’t stop. He flipped them in one brutal motion, pinning her beneath him, folding her legs back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. In this position he could hammer down into her even deeper, gravity adding brutal force to every thrust. His balls slapped loudly against her ass. The wet, squelching sounds of his cock destroying her cunt were obscene. “Harder—fuck me harder!” Miraeve snarled, claws raking

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.

“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