Novel & Cerita Extreme Clit Torture

“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.

When he tried to add another, it wouldn’t fit. “How will my cock fit inside you when you’re this tight. We’re going to have to stretch you out, birichina. I can’t wait to have all the fun in the world with you.” He thrust his fingers in and out of me at high speed. I struggled not to be loud, but I was failing miserably. He enjoyed all the torture he was inflicting on me. When he pressed his palm on my clit as he gently stroked my walls, I came so hard that my whole body shook. He stroked me until I rode out my orgasm. When he pulled them out of me, he put them in his mouth and licked them clean.

Despite my desperate screams, Bhyron keeps thrusting, hitting my g-spot over and over until my orgasm finally arrives, tearing through my body like a wildfire and temporarily rendering me incapable of speech. Bhyron tortures me with his tongue and teeth all through my orgasm, and I ride his mouth until I’m spent and wrung of every single drop of energy I’ve got left. Finally, when I’ve returned to earth, I open my eyes to find him standing over me with two plastic clips in his hands. My once tired mind becomes alert when I realize that those are no ordinary clips. They’re nipple clams. Bhyron’s hair falls over his face as he goes on his knees beside me.

"You'll cum when my cock is buried deep in this tight pussy. Not before." He curled his fingers again, rubbing that spot inside me, and his thumb found my clit. He circled it slowly, building the pressure again. I was writhing beneath him, my body trembling, right on the edge. And then he stopped again. I let out a frustrated scream, my hands fisting in the sheets. But he was relentless, keeping me right on the edge without letting me fall. His tongue would circle my clit, then he'd suck it into his mouth just as I was about to come, only to pull back and start the torture all over again. His fingers pumped inside me, slow and deep, stretching me, preparing me.

“Gonna ruin this pretty pussy. Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping me for days.” My clit pulsed under my thumb. I was close already — too close. I slowed my fingers, pulled them almost all the way out, then slammed back in deep. My back arched off the mattress. “Not yet,” I panted. “You don’t get to cum until I say.” Teasing myself was my favorite kind of torture. I’d bring myself right to the brink, thighs shaking, cunt clenching desperately around nothing, then force myself to stop. Over and over. Until I was a whimpering, dripping mess begging my own fingers for mercy.

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.

He turned up the intensity on the fuck machines so her ass was being pounded hard and she was shaking she was so close to cumming. He slapped her slit again. She moaned. He slapped it again, harder. She cried out. “Please gosh, I want to cum!” He slapped her clit three times, paused so she came just a little bit back from the edge, then slapped three times again. Then he put a device on her that spreads the labia and clitoral hood to expose the clit. Then he slowly rubbed it with little circles. She moaned, she could feel herself getting closer and closer. He pulled out his own hard cock and rubbed it with one hand while motioning for Derrick to come closer. “If you last until I say zero,” h

“Use your words, Mrs. Thompson.” “Please let me cum… I need it so bad…” They laughed. Low, professional, and cruel laughter. “Orgasm control is part of the service,” one said, slapping my clit the hardest it'd be slapped today. “You cum when we allow it. Not before.” They tortured me like that for what felt like forever. The toys came next: a powerful vibrating wand pressed directly on my swollen clit while the fingers kept pumping. I gasped up in thin air and they laughed like it's the funniest thing they've seen today.

While she was catching her breath, he came back with a box in his hands. He opened the box and emptied it in front of her. She moaned loudly as she recognized the device. He was about to use electro torture device. He pushed the huge metallic plug inside her pussy and plugged it up with the batteries. He turned on the device and gripped her clitoris in his pinch. "Now! You can not be free until I will cum. You better moan and gag more. Even choke on my cock. Or I will keep turning the dial up. You don't want your pussy numb for days, do you?" She gulped hard and quickly shook her head.