Clit Torture Stories Novels & Stories

Not until he got every answer he needed. The torture room was dimly lit, the stone walls cold and unforgiving. Chains and instruments of torment lined the room, a grim reminder of the clan’s brutal methods. Lucifer shoved the man down onto a chair, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. Two clan members swiftly moved forward, tying the man’s hands and feet tightly to the chair, ensuring he had no chance of escape.

I won't do it" "Let's find out then. Open the torture tools box, Armando" Armando immediately laid a huge box on the floor and opened it. I grabbed the whip which I used on Julio. At each stroke came a scream of pain from Julio. While I enjoyed torturing him and watching him scream in pains, Claudia couldn't watch, she covered her face with her hands. I turned back and noticed Claudia covering her face. "Hey Claudia, you have to witness this. Now take your hands off your face this instance! I commanded her.

“And choking? Claire, why on earth would you want to slap someone you’re making love to? Why would you want to stop them from breathing? That’s literally horrible. Does Vincenzo do that to you? Because if he does, I swear to God, I will find a shovel and—” “Whoa, whoa!” Claire held up her hands, cackling. “Easy, tiger! Calm down. Vincenzo is perfect… mostly. But look, people have, like… kinks. Things that turn them on. Some women actually like to be, you know… handled.” “Slapped?” I repeated, “Because if anyone ever slapped me, Claire. I’d punch them. I’ve got a mean right hook. I’d break his nose before he could even apologize.”

And he deserves it. However, I should have asked what was on his mind first because a few minutes later I find myself crying and shaking. And unable to complain because Elliot ordered me not to speak and not to move... it's hard, but I'm complying. My hands are placed firmly on my head as Elliot tortures every part of my body. He kisses, bites and sucks everything in his path, slowly. Multiple times. And I can't speak. I don't really know how long it's been, but I feel like I'm going to pass out if he doesn't stop torturing my clitoris soon.

I felt out a frustrated growl. "Beg for our cocks" his bryan his warm breath hitting my clit. I shook my head and growl trying to push my aching pussy into his mouth. "Only way you are cuming is on our cocks, now beg" Said zane as he slapped my left breast. I gasped in pain bit refused to beg. Bryan started teasing my clit with his tongue and gently stretching my back hole but would stop when I got to close. They continued to torture me until tears of frustration gathered I'm my eyes.

Nipple torture peaked clamps snatched from drawer, biting peaks viciously, chains yanked with each slam. Second climax built savage, clamps tugging her tits taut, pussy frothing creamy. Trent unloaded then hot ropes flooding her depths, swelling her belly slight, overflowing despite clenches. She came again screaming, body convulsing, clamps ripped free post-peak to oversensitive throbs. He collapsed atop, cock plugging cum, her tortured tits crushed tender against him. *First time... worth every gag, every hurt,* Lucy thought dimly, afterglow humming, already plotting repeats.

"This tight cunt is mine now. You're mine now, Liliana." ‎"Yes... fuck! I'm your slut, Joel! Eat me raw! This pussy is yours now," I cried, grabbing his hair and shoving his face back into my pussy. ‎He started sucking my clit hard again, like a mini cock, his tongue flicking the tip relentlessly. I was a big mess, grinding my pussy on his face, smearing my wetness everywhere. "Oh fuck... Joel... please don't stop, you're about to make my cunt explode. " I cried out, my toes curling.

“You have a lot more than ten internal organs between you. I’ll have to double up. You better fucking pray I get bored and do it quickly instead of slowly.” “He’s fine!” Clayton cried, pressing himself back against the couch. A damp patch appeared on the front of his gym shorts. “He’s right here, he’s alive, nothing happened to him, please don’t—” “You have no fucking clue what happened to me!” My shout startled even me, and I jumped up from the chair, fists clenched, wishing I had my own claws to tear them to shreds. Images flowed through my mind like a waterfall, the lab where they’d tortured me, my cell, the endless tears I’d cried as I begged for someone to come and rescue me. “You deser

[BIG BUTT PLUG: A LESBIAN BDSM STORY - 3] This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. I gave the leash a sharp tug, my voice firm and commanding. "Go." Tory whimpered, her eyes wide as she scrambled on her hands and knees across the kitchen floor. I watched the sway of her hips, the wag of her tail plug with each crawl forward. She reached the table and paused, panting slightly.

I’m still fighting for air, the restless movement knocks down anything I touch. “FUCK!!!” I’m yet to recover from the blunt jab to my engorged clit. He sticks out his cock and whips my clit in a series of hot lashes. It feels like punishment for all my crimes. My body vibrates beneath him, clit swells so hard that any more torture would burst it like a deflated balloon. Still, he doesn’t stop lashing me. “Wanna be naughty, huh?” He scoffs and pokes the entrance of my pussy. The tip of his cock sinks into my wetness like he’s cleaning a house full of cobwebs.