Extreme Clit Torture Novels & Stories

I broke almost immediately and started sobbing out the words, “Please Daddy… please fuck my ass… I need your cock in my asshole while Mommy fists me… I’m your dirty daughter whore… please ruin my ass, Daddy!” They introduced toys next and used them without any limits. They brought out enormous ridged dildos that felt like they would split me open, slamming the thick textured shafts into my pussy and ass at the same time while I screamed. They pressed powerful vibrating wands directly against my swollen clit until my whole body convulsed and I squirted uncontrollably all over the mirror floor again and again. They clamped my clit with tight metal clamps that sent sharp pain and pleasure shoot

I moan loudly and sit up to watch him flick his tongue around my clit at a fast pace. I squirm, my legs shaking as I near the edge. Dominique stops to pleasure me with his tongue as he starts to roll his thumb over my clit. I curl my toes, my breathing shallow as I bite down on my bottom lip and curse in a language I can’t even understand. He begins to rub fast circles on my clit as he brings his tongue back on my pussy, right where it belongs as he sucks. I don’t know what he did with his tongue, but the next minute I’m coming. I tug at his strands as my legs shake violently and the orgasm rips through me. Dominique doesn’t stop his wicked torture with his tongue as the last of my orgasm le

Just constant, unyielding pressure. The cold metal flattens my swollen clit, freezing it in place. I scream, thighs trying to close, but he holds them open. “Dame—please—move it—anything—” He doesn’t. Just holds that thick ring edge pressed hard, letting the cold sink deep. My clit throbs against the metal, trapped, burning with ice. I’m shaking, tears pouring, pussy clenching empty. He adds another ring—pressing the sharp edge of a thicker one right on the hood, pinning my clit between cold metal surfaces.

I nearly scream out my lungs but it only comes out as a muffled gasp through the thong. My core clenches around his fingers and he reaches around to rub my clit furiously as I writhe and twist against him. Then, “Mason! I’m coming. Mason, please…Ungh..slow down…” He doesn’t listen. Neither does he slow down. I dig my fingers into his arms and collapse against him as my climax explodes within me so hard, I see stars. Mason continues to torture and stroke my clit, not giving me the chance to recover. “Mason, please. I’m sensitive. Please…”

"Now... I want you to stand up. Go to the mirror." Lucas obeyed, his legs stiff. The mirror showed him standing—a little bent over, his eyes moving quickly. Adrian walked around him slowly, watching, fixing things without saying a word. A hand lifted, straightening Lucas’s shoulders, his stance, the way he held his head. Each touch was exact, claiming, close, and yet clearly meant to teach him. Adrian brought out his cock and entered Lucas from behind. Lucas jumped in fright. "You jump," Adrian said, finally speaking. "Every time I touch you, you jump. That's not graceful. That's fear. And fear is not allowed. You will not jump. Never. Do you hear me?"

] He grinned and reached into his pocket pulling out cruel-looking clamps, ‘Mettiamoti completamente sotto controllo prima del tuo debutto, va bene?’ [Let’s get you fully under control before your début shall we?] She gasped as he placed them on her hard nipple tightening them until she whimpered in pain, they were attached to a chain around her waist where a third clamp hung loosely but not for long his fingers found her clit and he rubbed it hard making it become engorged with her pleasure then he tweaked it hard making her scream as her orgasm built then he placed the clamp on it and stepped back to admire his work. Leaning forward he grasped the chains at her waist and tugged hard making

He holds my thighs firmly in place keeping me prisoner underneath his powerful mouth as he continues his onslaught. My torso begins to buck and thrash off the bed, my overstimulated clit begging for reprieve, but he keeps me trapped, forcing my body to endure the most brutal and exquisite torture it has ever known. My body throws itself back like a rag doll, arching as I yank at his hair with what would be enough force to rip the strands from the roots if he were human, but they hold as strong as his mouth on my clit and quickly I feel another earth shattering orgasm explode from my body as my animalistic cries fill my tiny loft.

Celine sitting on my dick while Tori rubs her clit? Fuck.

It throbbed painfully now—he couldn’t wait much longer. He reached down and carefully removed the clamp from her clit. Blood rushed back, making it even more sensitive. He started rubbing it gently with his thumb… slow circles at first, then faster. Her screams grew higher, almost deafening. Her body shook violently in the chains. “Fucking stop screaming,” he growled, voice rough. “You wanted this!” He gave her clit a light spank with his fingers… sharp but not too hard. The sting pushed her higher. She sobbed, tears running down her temples into her hair.

He left the nipple he had been sucking unto when he had shaped it so finely and he descended on the other one. I offers myself to me completely with my teeth biting my lower lip to stifled myself from crying out. JL has succeeded in sending into me this sweet torture and I do not want it to end. His fingers now came over to my cheek at first before sliding down to my flat tummy then brushes over my clit. I bounced up in delight at this. My legs shivering from great need and lust. I thought I would pass out from this. He repeated the action. He brushes over my clit , making me wet the more. Now I do not want to keep things to myself. I should beg him to come quickly. I can withstand the tortu