Erotic Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. “Tell me how it feels having a real man’s cock in your ass while your husband sits at home jerking off to the thought of you paying his debts.” Lena’s voice broke. “It feels… so full… so deep…” Victor slapped her ass again. “Louder. Tell me whose pussy this is now.” “Yours!” she cried out as he started pounding her harder. “It’s yours… oh God…”

He gripped my throat from behind, his thumb pressing into my windpipe just enough to make my vision blur as he began to fuck me with a violent, jealous rhythm. "How many times," he grunted, his chest slamming against my back with every brutal thrust, "how many times must I tell you to call me Master?" He didn't wait for an answer. He jammed his cock into my hole over and over, his balls slapping against my ass like thunderclaps. I was in distress, my hands slipping on the marble as I tried to hold myself up. The sensation was overwhelming—the cold stone under my palms and the hot iron of his dick stretching me to the breaking point.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

"Don't worry Cassie, I felt weirder than you when I came here for the first time, but you will get to enjoy it." "But how does anyone enjoy sex when being punished?" "They are not being punished. It's a different kind of sex and most people are aroused by pain, I mean most normal people. You should try it out sometime," Lucia said and faced the stage where the men were pounding their length into the mouths of the gagging slaves now. "You might want to brace yourself, this can be really erotic and it might arouse you tonight. Soon, you will hear other people moaning too." Cassandra huffed and watched on. The new girl was a blonde while the old girl was a brunette.

"It's— It's fine." "As I said, Eros is here, but you don't have to worry because he's blindfolded. All you're going to do is hear him as he'd hear you as well. Can you handle that?" "Y-Yeah, I think so." "Alright. We're all going to play a game today. I'm going to punish Eros for every crime you've committed and you are going to listen, not touch yourself and do whatever I ask you to do after. And the rule. The first person to cum gets another punishment and the last, gets a reward. Do you understand?"

She laughed once, breathless, and Harper answered by gripping her hips harder and keeping her there until a second wave followed the first. The nipple clamps went on Lila next. Harper adjusted them until the pressure sat just short of true pain, then used the flogger in light, measured strokes across Lila’s thighs and the undersides of her breasts while the clamps stayed in place. The combination of the dull ache and the soft snap of the tails made Lila wetter. Harper replaced the flogger with her mouth, sucking around the clamped nipples until Lila was restless and open. Then she strapped on again and took her from behind, the clamps still swinging with every thrust.

I snap. “Anyone else?” “No, sir.” The two men exchange looks. Thirst Trap nods. “Good girl. You get another reward.” A sigh of relief escapes me as Thirst Trap resumes his position behind me and continues getting me off with his hand. His skin against mine makes the experience so much better. Within no time, the pressure builds again, even stronger this time, and my inner muscles start to tighten. My legs start to shake, and First Guy tightens his hand around my throat, making me feel like I’m floating. Rhythmic contractions of my core muscles follow as I hit an explosive climax.

"I bury my face in your sheets where your ass and pussy were. I jerk off for hours imagining fucking you. Please, Sarah..." "Please what?" I teased, wrapping my hand around his cock suddenly and giving him three slow, tight strokes. He groaned loudly, hips bucking up into my fist. I stopped immediately, squeezing the base hard to deny him. "You do not get to cum, pervert. This is your punishment. I am going to edge you until you are begging and crying. Now tell me more." I kept my hand on his cock, stroking very slowly while he spoke. Every time his breathing sped up and his balls tightened, I stopped completely and let him throb uselessly in the air.

He made her straddle him backward as she sat on his long, thick cock, while he sat with his thighs spread on the couch. His hands were hooked behind her knees, forcing her legs up and wide open, suspending her in midair. He kept drawing guttural cries from her throat every time he dragged himself out just to thrust deeper again. And that wasn't the worst part. Another man stood in front of them, slamming his whole length into her pussy with brutal thrusts. These men didn't just fuck. They punished. They slammed into both holes without mercy.

I remembered the card Karen gave me this afternoon. Could I call the number? Could I be the first to ever claim abuse? Or was this an injustice like others I'd suffered, ones where resolution never came? The room blurred as more unshed tears raced for release. The entire scenario—Infidelity, Nox, and what he'd done—was embarrassing and degrading. I detested corporal punishment as a child—hated it—and yet at some point with Nox, it became erotic. My temples throbbed, ass hurt, and insides twisted with unfulfilled need. My body's reaction was as upsetting to me as his actions.