Clit Torture Stories Novels & Stories

“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

The marble floors that usually shone like perfect mirrors were muddy now, covered with dirt and something darker that made my stomach turn. The great hall erupted with overwhelming noise as I pushed through the crowd of adults. Everyone was here—every single pack member, every warrior, all pressing forward desperately to see something I could not quite reach. Then I finally saw what was causing all the chaos. Papa knelt in the center of the room, his strong hands tied cruelly behind his back. Blood dripped steadily from his split lip, staining his torn shirt. His eyes found mine across the chaos, and the fear I saw there stopped my heart cold in my chest.

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.

"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.