Clit Torture Stories Novelas e Histórias

I hurriedly pull it off, throwing it on the floor. I am standing before him,naked and under Cliff's lustful watch. "Bend over." Cliff demands. I bend over, my hands finding the treadmill and using it as leverage. Cliff gets on his knees and licks a stripe over my pussy, making me moan. He does it again and again, licking at my pussy. I feel him sucking at my clit and then he is thrusting his tongue in and out of my pussy. " Oh Cliff, please!" I moan. Cliff groans in reply and continues eating me out. He stands up, his hand wrapping around my throat and he kisses the side of my neck.

“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.”

"You'll cum when my cock is buried deep in this tight pussy. Not before." He curled his fingers again, rubbing that spot inside me, and his thumb found my clit. He circled it slowly, building the pressure again. I was writhing beneath him, my body trembling, right on the edge. And then he stopped again. I let out a frustrated scream, my hands fisting in the sheets. But he was relentless, keeping me right on the edge without letting me fall. His tongue would circle my clit, then he'd suck it into his mouth just as I was about to come, only to pull back and start the torture all over again. His fingers pumped inside me, slow and deep, stretching me, preparing me.

"He'd used something like this on Nigel. The marks look the same." New whimpers clawed their way past my throat. Mayor tilted his head, his cold eyes drilling into mine. "Were you aware, Rali? That you'd been fucking a devil worse than us? All those nights you opened your legs to him and took his cum down your throat, he'd just returned home from bathing in someone else's blood." A chill raked my spine. They never let me forget. Not one night passed without them spilling tales of the Torturer's wrath—how he stripped them of everything, how he crushed their lives.

Also there was the fact that I was upset and worried about him and I had yet to apologise for acting independently of his wishes. I went to the kitchen and found some spare washing line pegs. Sitting on the kitchen floor with my legs apart I snapped three on to either side of my labia and my hand shook as I applied the final one to the hood of my clitoris. I yelped as it bit down on my flesh like a starving animal's teeth, but the house was empty and there was no one to hear me cry out. I sat on the floor like that for half an hour, taking the pain and knowing the longer I left the clamps in place, the more they would hurt when I took them off. Then my cunt began to leak juice and I removed

I pressed his head tightly as his tongue began to sweep across my clit. “Oh, God…” I pressed his head even more than his fingers joined his tongue, destroying me. “Don't stop, please,” I begged. While Leopold wildly thrust his finger and lips into my clit mercilessly. I buried my fingers in his thick hair. My moans and screams were the only things heard in this room. I wanted Leopold to stop for a moment to give me time to breathe properly, but the torture was getting too much. My body struggles to continue feeling his pleasure.

He started pushing the nails in the hole he drilled in their palms and secured them with hammer but beating on their palms repeatedly after their hands were securely tucked to the chairs he went back to the table and bought a plier with him. "I don't like them anymore." he said playfully gazing at the nails and without wasting anytime he started plucking them out again making them scream in pain. At this point, their throats were completely dry like Sahara desert due to crying. Their tears also dried down only whimpers were coming out of their mouths. But Nicholas was unstoppable. He was not giving them any break and he was not stopping either. After plucking out of the nails he threw the pl

We may have been in a hot shower but Clay’s words were like a splash of cold water. “Fuck,” Cary grumbled. “This is actually perfect. Now you’ll be aching for us all day. Just think how explosive your orgasm will be tonight after being denied all day long.” Clay tipped my head up and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, grinning at me wickedly. “You’re sadistic!” I grouched but he just chuckled at me. Clay was the king when it came to using denied orgasm as a form of torture. I rolled my eyes at him but that only earned me a swat on the ass. Albeit a gentle swat. He was much more careful with me as the pregnancy progressed.

Despite my desperate screams, Bhyron keeps thrusting, hitting my g-spot over and over until my orgasm finally arrives, tearing through my body like a wildfire and temporarily rendering me incapable of speech. Bhyron tortures me with his tongue and teeth all through my orgasm, and I ride his mouth until I’m spent and wrung of every single drop of energy I’ve got left. Finally, when I’ve returned to earth, I open my eyes to find him standing over me with two plastic clips in his hands. My once tired mind becomes alert when I realize that those are no ordinary clips. They’re nipple clams. Bhyron’s hair falls over his face as he goes on his knees beside me.

I folded my hands into a fist I gulped the drink at once and went back to the basement to finish what I started. "What do you think you're trying to do?" I found her trying to get to the keys and free herself up. "Let me go." She cried out. "Are you seriously crying? Bro, this is just the beginning." I kicked her stomach with my legs. Claire vomited so much blood, and I made her soak herself with it because that's exactly what she is a pig. I tortured her so much until I felt satisfied in my soul. "I'll watch you die bitch" I was panting so bad.