Facial Abuse Women Crave This Novels & Stories

We had laughed it off and I understood it was simply Calla's way of loosening the tension the thesis had put on us but…I couldn't stop thinking of the woman's facial expression filled with lust, desire, and pleasure derived from pain and my curiosity had led me into the rabbit hole of wild intimacy. After our graduation, I usually locked myself up in my room visiting those sites and painting a picture in my mind’s eye, where I was being chained just like the women and a masked man would fuck me breathless. I reached orgasm with those videos playing on loop on my phone. My curiosity gradually developed into desire. The desire to be claimed, owned, and manhandled so well, I would be begging.

In a harsh, quiet whisper she said, “I know that the man sticks his pokey stick in the woman’s pussy. That excites the man the more painful it is for the woman.” Closing his eyes and mentally sighing, he asked, “Why do you think it must hurt for the woman?” Once again, she spoke with that harsh whisper, “Because Alpha Thomas liked to cause women or girls he was with, pain. He enjoyed it and the more they screamed the more he enjoyed mating with them. That is one of the reasons he would beat me. I would not react to him.” Aza shoved forward a bit to give Katia strength.

Hell, some have even tried to trap me claiming that they are pregnant with my child. Women are such lecherous creatures. They want someone with a financial background and name that can get them a name and status in the society. All they need is to enjoy a luxurious life with someone who can give them a credit card with limitless transactions option. Oh, I have fallen for that scam once in my life, and I am never doing that again ever in my life.

Is he… Is he… “Mmmhmm! She tastes so good down there. I think I might have to eat this pussy first.” Why is Scarface so hell-bent on violating my body? He’s even running his rough fingers through my pussy. He's so rough, and I feel he’s not only rubbing my pussy but rather pushing something into my body. “Aaahh! It hurts! It hurts!” My pussy is on fire. He… He… “Please, make it stop. Make it stop!!” No. No. He’s removing his pants. I don't want him to touch me, even though my pussy aches like hell. I don't want the filthy bastard to touch me. Please, somebody, help me…

“Oh no, I’m going to fuck you. Fuck your wet pussy till you scream out my name and begged me to fuck you harder without stopping. Kim, what will be getting fucked is every fucking hole in your body.” My sadistic side getting the better of me, I squeezed one of her tits with a hard grip, making Kim cry out in pain. From there, I began smacking them, each time making her yelp as I whipped the mountains of soft flesh. The sound of flesh on flesh and her cries, the sensation of her beautiful breasts against my palm and fingers, and the sight of the forming welts turned me on beyond words. It was like they were stress balls, begging for abuse.

May be because he is a man. The beautiful face of the woman who seems to be in her late 20s had my finger in prints. She looked too pitiful Pitiful that if you are man, you cant resist such a beautiful face.She touched her face and then said you dare to slap me. Who do you think you are too raise your fingers on me. She argued. It doesnt matter who l am. I dont need to explain my self to you. What were you thinking to seduce my man. You desrved those slaps since your mom didnt tell you to stay far a way from other peoples' men

Her lips were already patched from thirst and her body bore the signature of one who has been abused physically and sexually. “Tsuk tusk…you hurt my feeling pretty, I thought we’d gotten along well” the figure smiled, evidently enjoying the fear he beheld on the woman’s face, he could hear her heartbeat erratically from fear of him. He approached her and gently caressed her hair, “didn’t you miss me Cee, I came because I missed you, so…much. Stop shaking,” he ordered her frowning, “I don’t bite. I said stop shaking”, he shouted as he angrily slapped her across her face.

I smile looking at the window and get up from the bed, caressing my belly gently. "I don't know what will happen today. But baby... I know either your mommy will die with you or live with you", I kiss on my palm and place it on my belly. Getting up from the bed, I take a quick shower and come out. It's six yet. I come in front of the mirror and look at myself. There are marks of fingers on my both cheeks and the left side of my lip is swollen. So, this is how an abused girl looks when she finally has marks on her face because she can't reveal her womanhood to the world to show the torcher that her husband did to her. I smile sarcastically.

It struck me as surreal — the placing together of luxury and captivity. As they busied themselves with their tasks, the malicious woman approached me with a wicked smile. "You'll need to look your best for your potential buyers. A pretty face fetches a higher price, you know." Her callous words sliced through me, intensifying my desire to resist. I refused to be dehumanized, reduced to a mere object for someone else's amusement. But my defiance was met with a swift and brutal response. The beautiful woman struck me across the face for the second time, the force of the blow sending me stumbling backward. Pain radiated through my cheek, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.