Clit Torture Stories Novels & Stories

"Hmmmmm," "Feel this? Sooner or any minute or hours, this would go down and drill your ass hard till it bleeds. Mind you, it would take me hours before I bust so, get ready and be used to it. This will be the only dick that will fuck you till eternity, Keatton. If any dick would then prepare yourself the same as the guy who'll put his dick inside you. My torture room is open for anyone and they can cry there for mercy but no one will show or give to them,"

"Oh... yes. I suppose I told you that I was considering how I wanted to go about pain in a routine. I do love giving my slaves something to assume, however, it came with other thoughts. Like how I may decide on an afternoon to torture your tits or your ass." He stroked over my breasts with clover clamps. "I have not performed together along with your little cunt yet, however that is what this night is for. And then I had the concept of the way a great deal you hate having your asshole fucked and performed with and the way perhaps it'd make matters greater unbearable for a little slave if I had been to select a night time to dilate and stretch your ass for you. I'd discover methods to harm it

That torment caused him to collapse mentality. “You… if you have the f*cking guts, you better finish me off already.” “I already told you. But, boy, you will be in such pain that you hardly wish to live.” Clifford would not consider how old Mr. Dee was and whether he was a teenager or an adult. In Clifford’s eyes, he was just an enemy, and this bloke never showed mercy to his enemies. It took Clifford merely three minutes to perform the art of torture to its fullest. “Tell me, why did you capture my sister-in-law? Besides that, our Regal Palace has been harassed by a group of people for a while. Are you with them?”

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

It was hard to resist him and hard to resist the feeling of someone who uses your own body as a weapon. “Don’t fight it Claire, you know your body wants it. Don’t fight it. I’ve always made you feel this good. No one except me can make you feel this good. “he said and I whimpered, struggling harder with him on the bed. His fingers kept rolling around my clit. Teasing my entrance as if they would enter but yet again stopping. It was extreme torture trying to stop myself from feeing. It was extreme torture and pain. His fingers continued to tease my clit. He pressed hard on it once and I cried out loud.

“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

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.