Caged Fury Nude Novels & Stories

Two minutes later, she comes to an abrupt, sudden halt and I crash into her back with a muffled gasp. “What the hell, Nessa?” I whisper-yell. “Shhh. You have to see this.” “What?” I peek over her left shoulder and the sight that greets me leaves my blood cold and my entire body trembling. “What the hell?” I ask in horror. It’s like some kind of torture chamber. Before us, on what looks like a stage or some kinda elevated platform is a naked man…a very naked man. He’s caged. His cage is a very spacious one though, probably because of the obscene number of huge, thickly muscled, equally naked men who hover over him, wielding long, dangerous looking whips.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

The black lacy thong in my hand as my other hand slips into my waistband, I grab my cock as I lay her panties over my face and start to stroke myself. I close my eyes and try to picture her with her dainty little mouth wrapped around my thick length. The laughing is loud but I try to ignore it as I keep pumping my cock. ‘You really are twisted, and that coming from me the God of torment’ He says almost sounding like a fucking hyena. He starts to flash me pictures of my mate, refusing to allow me to have any pleasure.

Her legs started shaking making me know she was almost cumming. I removed the finger immediately, causing her to wince “Don’t forget this is a punishment” She looked at me with her innocent eyes, her face looked frustrated that I didn’t let her release and I was loving every bit of it. I stood up halfway pulling my jeans away leaving myself in only boxers. Then I started trailing my hand on her boobs squeezing them. I remove the cuff causing her hand to drop down weak. “Don’t test me baby girl” I said removing my boxer , before she could speak I immediately slammed my dick into her causing her to yelp, her back arch forward as I pinned her back down.

She buried her face in Ryan’s chest, her muffled moans hot against his shirt as her whole body quivered in climax. But the three of them weren’t done

My big breast fell smoothly on my chest, my panties being the only thing that covered my pink area. I couldn't see, but I could tell my pale face was crimson red at the moment, and when he pounced on me, moans rushed out in sessions. His lips played with mine, his tongue played with mine, his fingers twisted my nipple while his other hand tore off my panties, and he thrust in___ "Fuck!" I cursed, tears welling up in my eyes but that seemed to awaken the wolf in him as he thrust in even faster. My moans filled the air.

He forced the door open with his fist and rushed inside the spare bedroom without knocking or even pausing. The image that greeted him momentarily jolted him out of his composure. His Beta was completely naked and shackled to the headboard of the room while a lady stood in front of them wearing a patent leather Basque and holding a cat-o'-nine-tails whip. Squealing in fear, the young woman hurled the whip away. "Get out!" Cayden stated. She left without even changing her clothes. "Cover yourself up now!" Cayden commanded and hurled the keys to the handcuffs in his direction.

ALPHA GUNNOLF Leonie was naked, as she rode me to oblivion. The bed seemed to shake as I held onto her for support. She was so intense, and it almost drove me wild just looking at her. Her body seemed to be in sync with mind, and she let out little moans that sounded like a whimper.

He furrowed his brows confused " I don't quite understand you " " She is human" " What?! " " Imagine my surprise too " " Is that why you are angry? " " No ... No that's not it" " What is it then ?" " We mated last night " If a look could kill, I'd have been six ft below the ground " why would you do something like that to her man? You know what this means right? " I rolled my eyes " yes I know but for your information, I didn't mark her. "

A video file appeared on the center screen, timestamped the night of the fire: December 14, 2016 - Project Initialization. I clicked it. The footage was grainy, but the horror was high-definition. It showed my father’s private study. He was on his knees, blood pouring from a jagged gash on his forehead, his hands zip-tied behind his back. Standing over him was a man whose face was obscured by a digital haze—a shimmering, shifting void—but his posture was unmistakable. Arrogant. Intellectual. Utterly devoid of human empathy.