Funkytown Torture Novels & Stories

If only she was in her right frame of mind we would have enjoyed this torture together, but sadly I had to sacrifice my body for tonight for god knows how long. I'm slowly losing my mind, this was the best thing any woman has ever done for me, I've never been this turned on by a woman before even Tasha will have to suckle on my little man for like forever before it will fully respond to her. Lola was twerking on my crotch her cute ass was bouncing in a very seductive way, showing no mercy to my little man, we lay there for almost an hour, her long brown hair is all wet, but whatever drugs that idiot gave her must be an overdose because it made her stronger than she was before, even after two

Finn chuckles darkly, pushing his finger in slower, inch by inch, the stretch burning sweetly, making me moan loud as Nolan thrusts back in, matching the pace, the burn of their actions syncing, building that edge again. They torture me for what feels like hours—slaps, bites, pinches, denials—each one drawing out my whimpers, my body a live wire of sensation. Finally, they untie the belt, my wrists aching as blood rushes back. "Now finger yourself," Finn orders, stepping back, eyes cold and expectant. "Show us how bad you need it if you want our dick to ram into your pussy” please leave your review and vote for the book and support it, this author would appreciate the gesture so much

'You're a sick bastard, Alpha. They pushed through the steel door into the torture chamber, a subterranean world of brutality concealed beneath the mansion's opulent facade. The air reeked of sweat, blood, and fear, the concrete floor scarred with dark stains. Chains swung from the rafters, surgical tools glinted on metal trays, and under a blinding spotlight, the mayor of a nearby district writhed in agony. His assistant sat bound to a chair nearby, pale and trembling. Ronan's men, hardened wolves disguised as enforcers—worked efficiently: one pressed a glowing poker to the mayor's arm, eliciting a piercing scream, while another lashed a whip across his thighs, splitting fabric and flesh.

"Since he refuses to take orders, he needs to be punished. Everyone, how do you think we should teach him a lesson?" The group chat blew up again. "Didn't he say he had a fever? Let's help bring his temperature down. We'll pour ice water on him." "Yes, I agree!" Everyone was in favor of that idea, even Nadine. Terrence quickly had security bring in ten buckets of ice water. "Nadine… I really have a fever…" At that point, I barely even had the strength to speak. "Still pretending? Do you think I don't know you well enough?" Nadine stared at me with disdain.

I nodded lightly, and he smiled. Holding my neck and a little of my breath, he hit deep against my uterus. His cock set me on fire and made the walls of my core open for him. Everything became his. The horniness corrupted me. The fetish of being restrained, of having something rough, but controlled, left me with my head spinning and a smile in my mouth. I had never let a man do that to me. I've never had enough confidence or desire. But, fuck, Pablo was another story.

He walked further and stood in front of that beautiful girl. The girl was hooked to the wall with her hands chained from either side. Her cheeks were strained and her mouth was covered with tape. "Ciao, Stella! Have you been missing me recently?” The girl's swollen eyes turned wide in fear. She shook her head, begging him not to torture her again. The last time he flogged her, it left her body burning with pain.

“Please, fuck me.” Dominic’s grin was pure sin. He unzipped, shoved his cock against her slick entrance, and slammed into her with one brutal stroke. Scarlett cried out — half shock, half raw pleasure — as he drove deep, stretching her around his thick length. He fucked her hard, fast, merciless, his dirty words filling the air as the couch slammed against the wall. “You feel that? That’s me owning this pussy. You’re mine now, Scarlett. Say it.” Her head dropped back, moans spilling freely as her body clenched around him. She wanted to deny him, to curse him — but when her orgasm ripped through her, the only words that tore from her throat were:

"You shall burn away all accrued cynicism and earthly dross on your path to absolute immolation this eve..." "Just who the f**CK is this crazy guy?"

I drank every single drop of the bottle and two more bottles of vodka before stopping as I lost my sense after that. The morning was more painful than the night I spent watching Lyra with another man. The headache was so boisterous about its presence that I couldn’t hear anything around me at all for a few seconds. I clasped my head with both of my hands and sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you doing, boss man?” I raised my head slowly and found Matero in the doorway of my bedroom. “I am in hell,” I whispered. “I know. The way you emptied three bottles last night, I am surprised to see you are able to get up in the morning.”

"Besides, why are you dressed like a hooker?" "What if I'm a hooker?" "Wouldn't be surprised." We stopped at a door and he glanced at me again, his gaze lingering on my breasts for a while before snapping back to my eyes. "If you follow me inside this door, I can assure you you won't remain the same. I'm about to kill a few people and it won't be as easy as you saw the last time. These people deserve torture and that's what I'm going to give to them. Do you really want to see lone limbs scattered across a room? Want to see what happens when a person defies me?"