Clit Torture Stories Novels & Stories

I smiled bitterly, not offering any explanation. After all, stuff like this had happened far too often. Nadine's first lover had once accused me of splashing boiling water on him. The truth was, the water was cold. Nadine didn't care about anything else and immediately started beating me up, forcing me to apologize to him. Nadine's second lover claimed I had deliberately stepped on his shoes, so she made me lick them as punishment. She even forced me to eat an entire packet of salt because her third lover accused me of putting too much salt in his food, which landed me in the hospital.

“Gonna ruin this pretty pussy. Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping me for days.” My clit pulsed under my thumb. I was close already — too close. I slowed my fingers, pulled them almost all the way out, then slammed back in deep. My back arched off the mattress. “Not yet,” I panted. “You don’t get to cum until I say.” Teasing myself was my favorite kind of torture. I’d bring myself right to the brink, thighs shaking, cunt clenching desperately around nothing, then force myself to stop. Over and over. Until I was a whimpering, dripping mess begging my own fingers for mercy.

Giving my body a minute to accept and endure the torture, I switched the Rose on and placed it on my clitoris, increasing the intensity one number at a time. “Oh…ahhh,” I grabbed fistfuls of my bedsheets, almost knocking my phone off. I threw my head back, driving my body to the edge again and leaving it there. Not falling. Not satisfying. The pinch and clench in my pussy and clits intensified, my toes curled harder to stop a climax, I bit my lower lip so hard that I almost tasted my blood. I turned off the Rose toy, my body so badly on sexual edge but a part of me enjoying the thrill of torturing myself and not listening to the tiny voice crying for a release.

I shifted position until it hit my clit directly and patiently waited for another story. “I’ve kept a woman restrained on a Sybian for two hours. By the time she used the safe word, her voice was barely a whisper, she’d screamed so long.” He slipped a hand between my legs and found my clit. With a practiced thumb, he drew the hood back and exposed my raw nerves to the gentle movement of the water. “I’ve held parties where every available surface was covered in fucking bodies. I’ve been tortured and tormented and experienced pleasure so intense I thought I would die.”

Men, tortured beyond their breaking point and helpless against the master, were tied like their toy. “I won't. You have my word.” He rubbed a palm on my chest. “Remember, use that word if I take you beyond what you can endure.” He pinched a nipple before the sharp, metallic click of the clamp sealed around it. The pain was instant, bright, and shocking. It made my entire chest tighten. I bit back a groan of pain as his thumb stroked the trapped nub once before moving to the other side. My breath hitched. I couldn't help it. The second clamp bit down, and I almost lost it. My cock, already hard and leaking against my thigh, gave a helpless twitch. I hated that I loved that. I wasn't sane, I h

SILVAN There is blood. Everywhere. On my nine thousand dollar suit, my shirt, the floor, my hands… everywhere. And the bastard beneath me is responsible for it. Out of the five men I tortured, he’s proving to be the most tedious. “Stay still, you imbecillic twat!” I snarl when he jerks one more time. “Please, please don’t hurt m-me!” He cries, struggling beneath me. “I have children to feed, please!”

Her body is already so battered that the slightest touch is excruciating. "They're all like this. At first, they complain, but then they like it rough," the man's laughter sends shivers down the young woman's spine. She mentally begs her mother to help her escape this torture. "They ask you to put it in every hole. They become real sluts when they have a virile member inside."

A spray of blood marked my pristine white shirt as she reluctantly returned her gaze to mine. Adriano, not one to hold back, leered with a crude smirk. "Vince, after spending the whole day in torture cell negotiations now you're going to do negotiations with your dick? Classy move, real classy. Multitasking at its finest. Claire, I don't know if you are aware but this is like Vincenzo's version of a foreplay. And just a heads up, for him, post-torture fucking is practically a team-building exercise."

He was the best fighter in our entire family. “I haven’t been called firefly in the longest time. Elle told me about her past and that you knew about what she went through. Mine was somewhat similar. Toris Klarish was in charge of breaking me, and he fucking hated the fact that he spent thirty-seven years in failure. He loved electrocution, breaking my body before healing it and doing it again, Cryoplasm, water, and fire. After a month of it not working, he decided to break my spirit by…” Dante leaned his head on top of mine when I paused, reminding me that he was with me right now and every step of the way.

"Ohh! Shit... ah!" One after the other, I was unable to contain my screams. due to the fact that Clifford didn't hold back either. When he began to move with a shiver, I felt a peculiar sense of pleasure. My last experience with a man was a very long time ago. Clifford pushed me up against the side of the bed when he didn't like how I was sitting and forced me to face the other way. No further time was wasted by him. He quickly entered my tunnel and exited it while pointing his sword at it. He was constantly amazed by what we were doing and never stopped being so. He seems to be very anxious to satiate the cry of the flesh if he touches and presses me to him.