Facial Abuse Women Crave This Novels & Stories

"Are you sure you still want to stay here? Look at your face, Darling ... you look messy and pathetic. You should be in my room, serving me like the slave you are supposed to be." The woman's body continued to shake, Keenan's heavy voice frightening her. She wanted to scream, to call for help, but it seemed pointless since no one would hear a human voice in this filthy underground corridor. Keenan grabbed the woman's neck, kissing her roughly, biting her lips, while one hand squeezed her chest. The girl wanted to scream; she struggled with all her might, crying out in a kiss that made her heart ache from being violated repeatedly. SLAP! Two slaps landed on the woman's cheeks, Keenan angry, t

She crouched down and caressed the face of one of the women, who gasped. “Oh my, don't be so scared. You make me feel like I'm the bad bitch. Is that really true?” The woman shook her head violently. Gaby cupped her cheeks with her hands. Her sharp nails dug into the poor woman's cheeks, causing her to scream in pain and cry muffled. Gaby removed the blindfold from the woman's eyes and stared at her with a look of madness. “You have beautiful eyes. I want them.” The woman shook her head in despair, bowed, and tried hard to hide her eyes. Her voice threatened to come out, but she held it back because she knew Gaby would scold her if she spoke.

, Amelia burst out in anger. “Now that I’m out of that hell hole house and have mentally snapped out of the abusive marriage, I too cannot fathom how I tolerated him for so long. Maybe it’s a lack of self worth fuelled by constant criticism about my looks which made me suffer blame and abuse everyday. Many women like me who are not pretty, continue in abusive relationships thinking that they do not deserve the handsome men they have as husbands, and these abusive husbands exploit the vulnerabilities of people like us for their personal gain”, Sarah said sadly.

“That’s it, open wide. Hands down. Don’t you dare touch yourself.” She gagged as I pressed deeper, her throat tightening around me. The sound made my cock twitch, and I couldn’t stop myself from fucking her face, my balls slapping her chin. “God, you’re my filthy little slut aren't you baby,” I groaned. She coughed when I let her breathe, drool dripping from her swollen lips. But of course she grinned through it, her voice coming out raspy. “Harder, Rowan. I want to choke on it. Use me.”

"I sucked Scott's cock after he fucked me in the ass without being cleansed first. It was videoed. I wanted my cheating bastard of a husband see me sucking Scott's shit encrusted cock after I kissed his lying mouth. He puked, the bastard. Can't say I ever want to do it again, but it wasn't so bad. Animals do eat shit sometimes. I think the thought of doing it is worse than the actual doing." "I was almost ready to drink piss," Janet said. "My ex-boyfriend humiliated me so much I started to crave humiliation. I asked Domina to piss on me, then piss in my mouth. She went so far as to piss on me, but convinced me I didn't deserve humiliation just because my ex used to treat me like shit. I woul

She moaned as I pleased her not just sexually but also mentally making her feel like she was worthy of my kind but in reality she was just a substance to my survival. The reason I fucked my meals was because their essence was so much more satisfying when they are coming undone around my cock. The pleasure they feel when I make them come transfers into their essences that I suck from them satisfies my hunger so much more than just drinking from one of our donors. Plus, these women are hook on the way my kind makes them feel and they are willing participants and will do whatever I tell them to just to get the rush they feel when I sink my teeth into their flesh.

Her voice was hoarse from begging, her eyes unfocused, and still… the man did nothing but whisper filthy things in her ear, watching her fall apart. I could barely breathe. Mr De Vito turned the television off and faced me, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them. “Are you ready to be like those women?” he asked, tilting my chin with two fingers. “To be wrecked, denied, used, teased… to be fucked like you’ve never been before?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Please, I want it. I want all of it.” A wicked smile tugged at his lips. “Good girl.”

“Do you also like to perform favors for those you feed?” Growing quiet, I wait while the woman looks at me, a clear war happening behind her stormy gray eyes that watch me. “No,” she says softly, pressing herself against me. “I like to only feed.” At her words, the first woman huffs in annoyance, and before her friend can provide her neck for me, she climbs on my lap and then brushes her hair aside so that I have perfect access to her throat. Feeling a wave of disgust rush through me, I let my canines extend until they’re pressing against the woman’s flesh and then pierce it so a whimper of satisfaction escapes her as my venom starts to flow through her bloodstream.

“Don't hurt your feelings, Sweetipie. What are you? A masochist? Look at me, instead. I am here. I am willing to give you my body. My heart and everything I have. All I have to do is reciprocate my feelings.” This woman did not experience how to love truly. “It’s not that easy. Miss Winter does not love your boss." She laughed softly and let go of my chin. "What are you? Blind? When you are not around, that's what they are doing. They kiss. They cuddle. They fuck. They have sex. They are free to do whatever they want since no one will see them. No. They are like that because that’s what they felt. You are only getting in the way.”

She let out a sob instead of a moan when I blew hot air onto her breast. Why is she acting out so dramatically? Looking at her face, I tried to read her expression. She had closed her eyes and was still lying there like a corpse. Instead of joy, I observed a hint of pain on her face. How is this possible? Women never darted their gaze away from my great muscular form, but this woman was lying as if she didn't even want to look at me. I tied her hand so that she would plead with me to release her hand so that she could touch my perfect abs but she didn't plead with me as I expected; instead, she wanted to let her go. Should I let her go?