Forced Fisting Novels & Stories

At the same time, she folded her thumb and fingers together into one bundle, and she pushed her hand as deep into Brenda's cunt as she could get it--which was damned near all the way! Tina may have been new to fisting, but Brenda was not, and she groaned "Oh, yeah, girl! Push it harder! Shove your whole fucking hand up my cunt! Stretch my goddamned pussy wide open you cunt-hungry little slut!" Tina applied more pressure than she thought a pussy could ever take, but little by little, Brenda's cunt-hole stretched to accommodate it, and she suddenly found her hand fully inside Brenda's cunt with her pussy-lips closed around her wrist and a torrent of cum leaking out around it.

I'm occupied again! Someone grab my wrist and hold it tightly. Ouch! It hurt so much! They tightened their hands on my wrist. They started to push Felassi on the Van and she can't do anything. I know she's scared and this goon keeps on holding my wrist. "Where are you taking her?!" I shouted. "None of your business, miss." Next they got into the van and this goon who was holding me immediately kicked me and punched me in the stomach. Fuck! I have menstruation now. It hurts like hell!

Punch it in. He curled his fingers into a fist, the knuckles bumping her rim. With a slow push, he forced it past the tight ring. Mira cried out, her body shaking as the widest part stretched her open. Inch by inch, his fist sank inside, until his wrist touched her skin. Her ass walls hugged him, hot and slick.

' His voice sounded as cold as ice. 'And what about Vicky?' He asked. Abhimanyu smirked hearing his name. 'Same here, I wished to gift him battered body to someone. But the person is pure to observe something like this.' Violence Ahead!! Akhilesh's body became stiff for second, then he spitted some blood. His body was in very bad shape. Abhimanyu's men have beaten him black and blue for hours. It's now became a daily routine, they have been doing this same for months. They would put out all their frustrations for hours on his body and then let him healed , and then again same thing repeats. They have tortured him in such a extent that he would not even beg them to stop. It hurts like hell bu

He positioned himself at her entrance and drove home with a single, violent surge that reached her deepest internal limit. Freya let out a strangled shriek, her legs wrapping around his waist, her internal muscles clamping down on him like a vice. Callum began a brutal, fast-paced assault. Every thrust was a calculated strike, the sound of his hips hitting her backside a heavy, wet thud that echoed off the walls.

“Or don’t. Either way, I’m getting them all in you.” A third finger pushed in, stretching me further. I gasped against his hand, nails clawing into his arm for something to hold on to. “Fuck, you’re tight. And still so greedy,” he breathed, watching my face twist under the pressure. “You like it when I force you open like this, don’t you?” And then, he shoved the fourth in. I choked on a muffled scream, my body clamping around the impossible stretch. I couldn’t stop the slick sounds coming from between us, loud, obscene, betraying me completely.

Only someone mentally deranged would gain pleasure from hurting others. I was trembling as I pleaded with him using my eyes. He spread my legs with his knees and adjusted himself. So this was it for me. I closed my eyes, not wanting to feel or see anything. I waited for him to thrust into me, but it didn't happen. The next moment, I heard a bang. My door flew open, and the next second, Felix was off me and sprawled on the floor with someone on top of him, landing punches on his face.

I shot back. His hand shot out and grabbed mine in a crushing grip. “You even think about touching yourself and I swear I will break each and every one of your fingers and I’ll ensure you get no treatment for them.” The Troy who’d been nice to me was nowhere in sight. No, right now I was staring at the Mafia lord. The man who killed just because he was bored and felt no remorse. He wasn’t just threatening to break my fingers he actually would if I touched myself. “No, please,” I begged, my voice breaking due to the fear lodged in my throat.

There was no way Lynn could frame me again. "No. Don't…" From the hospital bed, Serena's voice emerged weak and trembling, until Lynn's hand landed on her shoulder. The forensic technician collected a sample from the baby. When it was my turn, I held up my swollen, misshapen left arm. "This arm is broken. Draw blood from the right one." Suddenly, Lynn shrieked. "You're just trying to avoid the test!" "Avoid it?" I asked. Then I turned my cold gaze on Mr. Lockwood. "Mr. Lockwood, you were the one who shoved me into that stall. Should we also verify whether the injury to my wrist matches the force you used?"

For a couple of hours, Anna had modeled her favorite fetish wear while I was tied to the bed enduring the FIST edging me to the absolute brink of oblivion. There was a little button on the side of the FIST, labelled "Blast off". If only I could reach that magic button. Pure torture.