Clit Torture Stories Novels & Stories

I had no problem showing him he was torturing me. His words came back to me then. The words he’d used earlier in the night. “Ruin me, baby,” I pleaded. He latched his mouth onto me, roughly batting at my clitoris with his tongue. My arms jerked, and the headboard rattled loudly. His fingers fucked my hole as he sucked harshly on my clit. My moans were constant please for release. “I’m so close. I just want to come,” I begged. “I’ll be good. So good. So very good. I promise you.”

Klara withered in pain as Ralph continued his torture by pushing into her all the way in and then taking out when she’s beginning to feel the pleasure. In addition to that his hands were everywhere from her breasts to her thighs and to her swollen sweet spot stroking it slowly. His lips traced every inch of her skin pushing her to the deep ends. Death would be easier than his torture. Lack of orgasm for an hour and his foreplay stimulated her to the point where she’s on the verge of losing her consciousness.

“You are so wet.” He leaned across her, his nose running gently over her labia, his tongue tasting and tickling the nub of her swollen clitoris. Sandra moaned as he pulled the handle out, slowly pushing it back in, his tongue licking and teasing, his teeth nipping and biting until she could stand no more and cried out her release. Her orgasm was deep, and she struggled against her restraints, finding herself tethered so tightly she was unable to do more than relent to the torture and allow it to flow through her, her teeth biting hard on the chain in her mouth.

His gaze took on a wicked look as he lowered his head down and licked from the bottom of my slit up slowly to my clit as if he were savoring the way I tasted. I threw my head back and cried out as the fires inside me blazed out of control. He pressed on one side of my clit, forcing the engorged nub further out of its hiding spot, leaving it vulnerable to his tongue as it lapped and flicked at it. My hips jerked restlessly against his mouth until he laid one powerful arm across it. God, he tortured me over and over again, bringing me to the edge before stopping then starting again. "Oh god! Please! Tohr! Please, I need- please!" I begged him, unable to take it anymore.

I screamed at them crying my lungs out . The man seemed to be intoxicated already and before I knew what was happening ,one of them put his dick into My Virgina . I screamed in pains ,this was one of the worst torture , that I had to go through ,why was this happening to me Right . ."please please ,stop "I began crying and. trying to push them away but my cries were covered by one of them shoving his hard rock dick into my mouth "

He furiously masturbated with one hand while he kept the pther on the lever, relishing in my suffering. At some point I lost consciousness, waking up to find the clamps were gone and I was seemingly alone. Oh thank god. My skin prickled from the frazzled nerve endings, my nipples and clit throbbing from the trauma. How did you get here? Was Wyatt so bad you had to run? He never tortured you for fun. You couldn’t just swallow your pride and give him what he wanted for a peaceful life, I admonished myself.

He pulled back a little, his tip now teasing my entrance. "Yes," I easily answered. I would say or do anything just to have him push inside me. He pinched my clit hard with a twist. "Fuck," I whispered under my breath, then screamed a hard and deep moan when he pinched me again, even harder this time. He loved torturing me, and I needed it so badly. But it wasn't really torture, it was pain that somehow healed me from the inside out. "I thought you were learning?" He taunted, pinching me again, making tears bubble in my eyes.

I was forced to feel pain and watch the cause of the pain without being able to do anything about it. The thing continued till it was half way deep in left foot and then it looked up at my face. "Youu telll yourrr dadd thattt Lucifff didd nothiiinngg." It said slowly, dragging each word. What? Did lucky send this thing to torture me? That boy... Who... What is he? The thing sunk its claw deeper into my left foot. I shouted without my words making it out of my mouth. I didn't even know which was worse.

” The bite was back. Genevieve couldn’t imagine Clint ever allowing a woman to tie him up, to render him so utterly helpless and defenseless. He was all powerful, holding her life in his hands, capable of doing anything. The contrast was too stark. What followed was an endless number of sickening cracks as the whip made contact with Clint’s flesh. Eternity passed and then circled in on itself before he howled in pain, as if he’d held it all in, fighting through the misery until he couldn’t take it any longer. And from there, the sounds got

These words came out of my mouth like a moan. As he directly hit my clitoris with the spatula, an electric current passed through my body, and I controlled my moans with difficulty, biting my lower lip. Now he's hitting hard on my clitoris rapidly, not even letting me take a breath, my core is badly throbbing for him. I'm controlling myself from shouting and moaning with great difficulty by pressing both lips inside my mouth, my clit is vibrating automatically. He isn't stopping; he is hitting me on the same spot, again and again, nonstop. I just want to close my legs because of the intense sensation, but I can't. It's torture, man, yet so intense, it gives me some kind of magical pleasure.