Clit Torture Stories Novels & Stories

They labored their final breath without so much pain, nor torn apart into pieces by wild beasts. And in his impending death, he has proven that the infamous tale about Vincent Feng clan torture their enemies, its worse than anyone could ever imagine. The reality of the matter surpasses any fictional tale and legend that drunkards may recount. It is a truth... so brutally cruel, that it defies humane acceptance to the highest level.

She used every single tool she laid her hands on. Hailee screamed in pain and at some point, she passed out. I tried to intercede but I didn't want to do anything that would anger my fiancé, so I let her. She was revived revived cold water before another torture session continued. And with each stroke of the club, Clara called her a "whore." The dark pleasure continued to rise within me again. The thought of gagging and fucking every hole in her body as she was being battered crossed my mind, and left quickly.

"He wants to torture me that he played my clit while trusting. I closed my legs, unable to handle the wave of pleasure crashing, but he was enjoying it, splitting my legs wider and playing with my clit faster. "Ah Justin!" I screamed. He was contented accelerating his thrust and caress until he shuddered, releasing his pool of cum inside me. He prolonged the pleaure, torturing my pussy, pressing my clit until I shivered, comvulsing again before collapsing on my bed. He dumped his huge tired body on my back. " I love it when you become wild Georgina, but don't dominate me if you can't handle the consequences." He uttered softly, still gasping! I nodded, unable to speak, still tired of his fuc

If his tongue wasn't already doing all the possible magic tricks, he brought his fingers closer to her swollen clitoris and started rubbing it hurriedly. She kept on chanting his name. Gaping her mouth, she could feel a tight knot forming in her lower abdomen. Every inch of her body was burning, preventing her from thinking straight. It was new to her and she didn't know how to put it in words as he kept his pace constant. He continues his torture until she is close. So close. Her back archs as she chases her own high. And that's when he detached himself, still rubbing her folds at a good pace; he uttered, "You like that shit, baby?"

Claire asked with a serious look. “It depends on how torturous you want it to be? I can cause him to fall into an illusion where he wishes he’s dead at the end or imagine himself being burned alive or, as the Titan who gave humankind fire, to have his liver devoured during the day and then healed during the night. The torture methods can only be restricted by your imagination.” Blake explained. “I want him to encounter multiple lives where, in the end, he gets castrated by the woman he truly loves. I want him to feel the betrayal for eternity. Can this be arranged?” Claire asked, thinking about Steve’s actions in the past.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

Claire fumed, her hands fisted at her sides. “So you know I was at the Keepers?” Claire folded her arms over her tank top. “We both know you're lying, Elana. You coward.” I stepped forward, right in her path. “You want to know what happened? Okay. I was tortured. I was tortured for weeks. Nathan was kept from me so we would both suffer from the bond. And just when we thought things were getting better, they would do more experiments.” I felt tears well in my eyes and my nose started to burn as I recalled what happened in there. I instinctively hugged my body, trying to comfort myself from the memory.

"Watch your mouth, sweetheart. The only thing limp here is your ability to maintain composure. Look at you. You’re practically vibrating." "Because you're torturing me, you sadistic asshole!" I fired back, my thighs clamping together instinctively to try and ease the violent throb in my clit, but it only made the friction worse. "I don't care about your stupid power games anymore. Fuck me, Vincent. Just fucking fuck me!"

“Come on! Be a good little slut and take all of it in,” “Please I beg you….please….oh fuck,” “Call my name. Moan my name” “Oh fuck….fishy kitty. You’re killing me. I love how you suck my nipples. Oh fuck yess….” I shrieked. The pain was starting to get to me and now, it began to hurt for real. Why is this user doing this to me? Why does she torture me so much? I decided that if she doesn’t end this in the next few seconds, I’m going to take off the clamps. I’m not going to let her kill me.

“Take it. This is mine, too. This little bud that makes you scream. I’m going to fuck it with my cock before I fuck it with my tongue again.” He increased the pressure, ground the rigid length against my clit in a slow, brutal rhythm. The friction was almost too much, a sharp, bright torture that wound a new, impossible coil of tension in my gut. My hands clawed at the sheets. A choked sob escapes me. “Please… Dante… it’s too much…”