Romans & histoires Clit Torture Stories

If she was going to torture him it was about time she had a taste of her own medicine. Clare squatted further so that her clitoris almost rubbed his nose. She felt so wet, wet enough to drip on him if he didn’t do something about it and quick. He laughed a secret laugh. His tongue poked out just a tiny, tiny fraction of a centimetre between his sharp white teeth. ‘Go on, go on,’ Clare thought to herself. The poised tongue flicked out, lightning fast to take in her clit. ‘Yes.’ Clare was very, very pleased.

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.

She spreads out, moaning at the feel of his cock slipping inside of her. Her pussy wraps around his cap, throbbing and begging for him to push in an extra inch. Instead, he slips out, running his cock up her clit again. “Please…” She sniffles, her throat bulges as she swallows hard. Clyde repeats the series of torture, pushing in just the cap, enjoying how her pussy lips kiss around him, when he attempts to slip out, she thrusts forward like a horny whore, grabs his hips, and slams it into her.

“Are you serious, right now?” Clara asked as Xavier stood up. “Yes, beg me to fuck you.” He said and she groaned. “Come on, Xavier. You can't do this, it is not fair. You want this as much as I do.” She whined as she looked down at his erection. “I know but you want it more.” He replied. Clara sighed and closed her eyes, she remained on the bed as she tried to stay calm. She also went through this type of training, sexual torture. She could resist this. This was nothing compared to what she had gone through.

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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.

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!”