Extreme Clit Torture Novels & Stories

Claire and I screamed in unison, our bodies arriving at the same time as we squirted everywhere. The climax left us both shaking and incoherent. “Get on your knees.” Chris commanded Claire and she almost fell on her face as her knees were wobbling. When she finally got on her knees, Chris started stroking himself with his dick infront of her. Jonathan didn’t bother telling me to get on my knees, he just started stroking directly over my pussy. “You want me to come on your face, don’t you, you little slut?” Chris rasped, his voice cracking

For him to feel satisfied making love to me. Martin moved his hips at such a high speed that both my breasts jiggled violently. After that, she tortured me by removing hers and using two of her fingers to play with my clitoral area so that I was shaking like a worm. "Please put it in," I pleaded in a spoiled voice. Martin just shook his head. His fingers rubbed my clit so gently that my body shook. He was tormenting me and enjoying the moments I went crazy, wanting his cock to pound me again. Martin's penis was not very big and very pink, but the veins bulged out.

From the nightstand, nipple clamps proper adjustable jaws with rubber teeth. Lucy whimpered anticipation as he positioned them, the bite sinking slow, pressure building till stars burst, peaks flattening under vise. Chains linked them, dangling heavy between her cleavage. Trent tugged experimentally pain lancing sweet, her clit twitching response. "Ride me now, torture your own tits." She straddled eagerly, pussy hovering his reviving cock still semi-hard, slick with their mess. Sinking down inch by girth, the stretch renewed burning, clamps swinging with descent, yanking peaks taut.

These words came out of my mouth like a moan. As he directly hit my clitoris with the spatula, an electric current passed through my body, and I controlled my moans with difficulty, biting my lower lip. Now he's hitting hard on my clitoris rapidly, not even letting me take a breath, my core is badly throbbing for him. I'm controlling myself from shouting and moaning with great difficulty by pressing both lips inside my mouth, my clit is vibrating automatically. He isn't stopping; he is hitting me on the same spot, again and again, nonstop. I just want to close my legs because of the intense sensation, but I can't. It's torture, man, yet so intense, it gives me some kind of magical pleasure.

“Go harder. Fuck me with them.” He paced up the speed. A wet squelch filled the room every time the ridged one plunged back in. My clit throbbed untouched, begging for more. “You’re dripping everywhere,” he said. “You’re making such a mess. Such a filthy little thing.” I yanked at the ropes. “Touch my clit. Please. I need it.” “No,” he snapped. “You’re going to come from being stuffed. That’s it.” He leaned forward, putting one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard while he kept the rhythm brutal—alternating deep thrusts, making me feel every ridge and every cold inch.

’ He walked to her and trailed the vibrator from her chest down to her stomach and she moaned, he moved it down further to her clit and she let out a sharp cry of pleasure. He teased her by creasing it around her clit, she spread her legs and begged him to put it in her but instead, he kept on teasing her with it. She cried in pleasure as tears streamed down her eyes. Clara suddenly felt the hairs on her body erect and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Is something wrong?” The lady in the room asked, Clara shook her head in response. How could she really be turned on by watching another girl get tortured? This was wrong in many ways, what the hell is this organization about? Do they tr

His tongue darted out over her clit, but it was quick - too quick for her needs to be met. She gasped at the sensation, then suddenly felt the chain on her nipple clamps being gently tugged. “No noises,” he reminds her again as he continues to assault her with quick darts of his tongue. Ah, that’s why he chose these clamps; punishment purposes. Then, before she knew it, he started using his tongue properly. He ran deep circles over her taut clit as his fingers worked their way inside her.

Every filthy, involuntary clench. Then his fingers found my clit. Two fingers clamped down, pinching and twisting slow. I choked on a sob, back arching. He rolled that sensitive little nub between his fingers like he was testing the edge of a blade. He slapped it three times in quick succession. I screamed. My legs kicked out instinctively, hitting the spreader bar, which only forced them wider. Then he pressed the flat of his thumb directly on my clit and ground it in circles like he was putting out a cigarette. I jerked.

“You want to cum, slut?” “Yes. Please. Please,” I pant. The vibrator touches my clit...just a slightly, and I jolt violently. “Look at her squirm,” a man says. “Fucking slut's on edge.” Then the real torture begins. The toy moves rhythmically. First up and down, then circling, side to side. It’s relentless as every nerve in my clit lights up and I cry out. “Make her cum,” someone growls. “Make her scream.” I arch my back, hips lifting off the bench, offering my cunt to the air, to them, to anyone who’ll touch me again.

The camera pans down to the woman working the dildo and now holding open the labia so the viewers can see how hard the clit is as her tongue teases it, eliciting moans from the chained woman. The Dom watches intently. “You’re not allowed to cum yet...unless you want a plug up your ass at the same time.” Screams could be heard from behind the ball gag, the buzz of the dildo and the sloppy sound it made plunging into the pussy juices. The woman’s tongue licked and sucked, trying to make her cum, flicking and licking in circles around the clit.