Clit Torture Stories Novelas e Histórias

As if she was licking her favorite flavored syrup. He went towards her legs and laid down between her legs. His face was right in front of her tortured pussy. Her pussy was already bruised with the harsh torture. And her clitoris also had bruises around it. His teeth marks were all over her clitoris. She was trying again and again but she couldn't push it out. He pinched her clitoris again harshly and twisted it. She was controlling herself not to cum but his torture was pushing her to cum first. She took a deep breath and pushed as hard as she could. He twisted her clitoris more and that was when she pushed the metal plug out of her pussy. He dipped his head and bit her clitoris again. She

“Use your words, Mrs. Thompson.” “Please let me cum… I need it so bad…” They laughed. Low, professional, and cruel laughter. “Orgasm control is part of the service,” one said, slapping my clit the hardest it'd be slapped today. “You cum when we allow it. Not before.” They tortured me like that for what felt like forever. The toys came next: a powerful vibrating wand pressed directly on my swollen clit while the fingers kept pumping. I gasped up in thin air and they laughed like it's the funniest thing they've seen today.

I slid down the hard metal door, collapsing onto my knees on the floor as my body shook with a raging fire. "Those bastards," I sobbed out, my voice cracking with pure frustration. "Those absolute, shameless bastards!" I frantically cussed the Knox brothers out loud, crying out into the quiet stall over what they were doing to my mind and body. They were playing with me like a toy. The ache between my legs was an actual physical torture now. My clit was swollen, throbbing in a frantic, rhythmic beat that demanded to be touched. Unable to take the burning pressure a second longer, I reached down, shoving my hand beneath my skirt and sliding my fingers past the wet lace of my panties. My core

Before Lucas could speak, the glass wall at the far end cracked. A bullet had struck it from outside. The room exploded into motion. Marcus shouted from the hallway. Guards ran. The doctor dragged the technician under the desk. Noah grabbed Daniel’s box and pushed it toward Lucas. “Hold it,” Noah said. “Do not lose this.” Adrian lifted Lucas carefully. Lucas groaned as pain tore through his ribs. “Put me down.” “No.” “I said put me down.” “And I said no.” Their eyes met. For one second, the old fight returned between them, hot and familiar. Control against freedom. Fear against need.

For anything. He moved the water lower. The powerful column of cold water hit my wrecked, ruined pussy. The temperature was a shock, but the pressure itself was pure violation-like dozens of tiny needles stabbing directly into my throbbing, oversensitive clit. "Yes! Right there! Torture my clit, you fucking bastard! Make your little slut scream!" My voice shattered into a mix of sobs and moans, barely human. He adjusted the nozzle again, and suddenly-I felt it. That hard, focused stream of water pushing inside me. Forcing its way past my stretched entrance and flooding my cunt with icy pressure.

When he tried to add another, it wouldn’t fit. “How will my cock fit inside you when you’re this tight. We’re going to have to stretch you out, birichina. I can’t wait to have all the fun in the world with you.” He thrust his fingers in and out of me at high speed. I struggled not to be loud, but I was failing miserably. He enjoyed all the torture he was inflicting on me. When he pressed his palm on my clit as he gently stroked my walls, I came so hard that my whole body shook. He stroked me until I rode out my orgasm. When he pulled them out of me, he put them in his mouth and licked them clean.

It was torture—exquisite, agonizing torture—and it was killing me not to break. Then he sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked. I clamped my lips shut, fighting the whine building in my throat. I was so close—dangerously close—but I held on, muscles trembling with the effort. His tongue worked relentlessly now, flicking, circling, pressing flat and dragging up in long, punishing strokes. It was too much, too perfect, too sweet. I couldn’t stop it.

“Please, Master, clamp my nipples, my clit! Hurt me, make me scream for your cock!” He obliged mid-strike, pausing to retrieve the clover clamps from the drawer, vicious metal jaws connected by a heavy chain. He rolled her onto her back roughly, ignoring her whimpers as the welts ground into the sheets. Pinching her hardened nipples, he snapped the clamps on, the bite exquisite torture. Jenna screamed, back bowing off the bed. He tugged the chain, watching her tits bounce. “Eight! Nine!” The final strike was a brutal full-force smack across both cheeks, leaving her ass throbbing purple.

"He didn't waste time with talk. He just... he drove into me. It hurt for a second, Bridge. Not a bad hurt, but that 'too much' kind of hurt. He stretched me until I thought I’d break. And then he just started hammering. No rhythm, no grace, just raw power. He was marking me. Every shove felt like he was saying 'mine.'" "And you?" Bridget asked, her own breathing sounding shallow. "What did you do?" "I screamed," I said plainly. "I didn't care who heard. I scratched that expensive mahogany desk until my nails hurt. I called him Professor. I think that’s what did it. When I said his title while he was buried inside me, he just snapped. He hit my clit with his hand and kept thrusting until I s

It wrapped around us both like unbreakable chains made of starlight and inevitability, binding us together whether we wanted it or not. My worst enemy. My destined mate. The boy who let my family burn. I yanked my hand free so violently I nearly fell backward into the crowd. The loss of contact felt like tearing away part of my actual soul, but I gritted my teeth hard against the pain. "No! No, no, no!" My voice came out raw, broken, desperate. He stared at his own hand like it had betrayed him utterly. "This is not possible. The Moon Goddess would not do this."