Clit Torture Stories Novels & Stories

I won’t kill you that fast. Claude mocked in the most sarcastic ways. His sarcasm hid a deep trauma. And that trauma is now the fuel of his revenge. After long torture, Claude knew he took all the information he could get from the uncle of Flora. So he burned him alive and watched him die remembering every single time he was hit, tortured, and molested by that criminal. Cassius wasn’t able to take that. He waited outside. Then Claude came out looking cold and solemn, like a monster. He said to Cassius as they got out: - They are having a dungeon nearby.

Only the sound of my cries and our skins slapping against each other filled the room. I feel one of his hands make its way underneath my body, finding my clit right above where he was roughly fucking me, his fingers rubbing against it strikingly. I don't want it, not when it comes to the way he's treating me. I don't care if his fingers make all this much more bearable, less painful, I don't care!

"Remember this, old brother, after I kill you, I'll make your family suffer. I'm not going to kill them, but I'm going to torture them first. I'll torture them and make them scream just like how you do right at this moment, I'll bathe them with boiling water, or acid. Anything that could torture them. And then, I'll let the mother live and make her self destruct. And that blondie of yours, what's her name? Dolora? I'll make her mine, I'll take her over and over again. I'll fill her womb with my juice and make her drink it. I'll f*ck her over and over again, just like how I did the first time I did it to her. Such soft skin, such milky smooth skin. So warm inside--" Collin yelled in pain and

"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!"

“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…”

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."

“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.