Clit Torture Stories Novels & Stories

I jerked my head back as he continued sliding over my clit. “Jack please,” I cried, rolling my hips and clutching the luxurious cotton sprawled around me. “Relax, lady,” he tutted. Relax? I can’t relax! I’m losing my mind here. He gripped my thighs firmly in place resuming the torture, blood gushed to my clitoris making it hard, swollen and pointed. One stroke of his tongue over my throbbing clitoris and I’d literally explode into fragments. He lifted his head sharply and stared at my face.

I felt myself falling apart, losing myself in his sick torture. He dropped the flogger and picked up a pair of clover clamps, the silver glossy in the red light. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Let’s see how long these little clamps can keep your filthy nipples hard," he commented. "I bet they will turn a pretty shade of blue before you beg me to take them off, you shameless slut."

my clit was throbbing so hard it almost hurt, i needed some attention down there. He looked up at me with playful smile, as if knowing what I needed, he trailed down to my sex and I felt his tongue on my clit...but he didn't give me what I wanted, I teased, licking and biting gently on my clit... I tugged his hair hard as I pulled his head closer to my sex and wrapped my legs around him... "You want me to make you cum?" I heard him ask, this guy was enjoying teasing me. "Yes, yes please" I blurted, my chest heaving .

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

The torture went on for the next three hours. "Ahhhhhvggvvgvg" "Please I'm begging you please it hurts." "It hurts plea..se.se.. Just let me die. Just..ju.ju.st let me d..iiii...e..Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I don’t know whose voice it is anymore. It all got blurred together at the end. Maybe it’s mine. Maybe it’s Clara begging them to spare me, for mercy that won’t come. The torture soon stopped but as we've come to learn. It was the calm before the storm.

Clara muttered to Hamilton, whose palms were already wrapped around her neck, fighting in vain too to try and free herself from his grip. Hamilton groaned deeply as he saw that it was Clara. “How dare you barge into my room?” he asked furiously, glaring and sneering at her. Sheila slowly gathered herself on the bed because of the pain from the torture she was going through, shaking with fear too but a little thankful after she saw that it was Clara who came into the room. She was almost losing her mind and was wondering when the torture would stop. “Please let go of me,” Clara muttered again, gesturing for him to unwrap his palms around her neck.

When he brushes the tip over my clit, pleasure hits my core. “You’re such a slut, Luna,” he says, his words coming to me through a gushing noise in my ears. As if to validate the statement, I curl my fingers around the lapels of his jacket, instinctively holding on. He taps my clit two, three times with the head of his cock, a light reprimand. A sweet punishment. “But you’re my slut.” Proving the point, he tears into me. I think I may pass out, and not from a lack of air. The way it hurts is excruciating. My lips part, but no sound escapes. It’s the worst torture, being torn in two.

Claire furrowed her brows, stalling in her tracks, "Bloody hell! Are we seriously having this conversation? Fine, let's hear this: At least, women don't objectify you men in the stories. We don't call you— sugar títs, big jello balls, my cute little holes and yet you want to rip it apart with your monster cóck!" "And, and, often reducing us to our bodies— her títs were sinful like two perfect globes, her lips could fit perfectly around my huge cóck, her pussy was like an elastic band stretching and squeezing according to my size. What are we— a silicon sêx doll? You pull and squeeze our private parts and expect us to not get hurt." "Oh, you forgot the incubator." Hunter said and Claire's fro

Mirabel moaned and opened her legs wider needing him inside her as she arched towards him from her chest down. He inserted his finger into her and she moaned. While the first finger was still there, he inserted the second and she moaned harder arching more towards him. Then he added the third finger and as the finger went into her, it brushed her clitoris roughly and she was sure she was going to burst with need and she screamed. He did this while still nursing at her breasts. 'Joel, you will kill me....' 'Just like you are killing me'. 'Oh take me, please, end this torture'.

I was reeling over the edge, climaxing as my body convulsed nonstop, my eyes rolled to the back of my skull and I lost my arch, falling back down onto the bed. My muffled moans echoed within the walls of the room as the dildo continued to torture me with pleasure. I heard footsteps and tongue-clicking. "Well, what do we have here? A disobedient little kitty," I could hear Clint say. I felt his hands violently smack my ass. I shuddered and moaned through the ball gag. He smacked me again, and again until my ass went numb. "Look how wet you are, despite how much pain I am inflicting on you. Such a dirty little slut," Clint cooed.