Funkytown Torture Novels & Stories

“Torture sex.” Another wave of shock hit me. “Torture sex? But why?” “If you can handle sexual pain, you can handle anything else.” I thought for a second, and he was right. “Sounds crazy, right?” “This is craziest thing I have ever heard.” “Welcome to Doxante magic. We would be having two intense sessions tomorrow and next, and you should be expecting your pussy being stretched to the limits and your body reaching the limits of it's orgasm too!”

"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.

"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?"

“I’ve seen things you can’t even imagine.” It made it even funnier, then, to see enzo and his brother halt a few steps into the bar at Spin and gape at the plywood and fluttering dollar bills gracelessly stapled to every surface. It really was a terrible hole in the wall. There was literally a hole in its wall, an affectionate homage to this place. Spin didn’t have an ounce of atmosphere. People only came here to forget where they came from. “I’ll order some beer,” Lilith shouted over the music, blasted by a disaffected DJ slumped in the corner of the place. “Any preferences?”

Her body is already so battered that the slightest touch is excruciating. "They're all like this. At first, they complain, but then they like it rough," the man's laughter sends shivers down the young woman's spine. She mentally begs her mother to help her escape this torture. "They ask you to put it in every hole. They become real sluts when they have a virile member inside."

"I mean we did get to see a cow girl." "I'm not into bestiality!" Drunko gestured to me, spilling his beer on our tiled floor. He was throwing off my groove, the beat unexpectedly slowing during my set forcing me to hastily make a Cross Knee Release to not launch myself off the pole. "Listen, I want giantesses! Big tittied fairies! Not this furry crap or this basic bitch! If I wanted to see normal girls, I would have had my bachelor party at home!" "Yeah, we want to get our dick wet to something good," another man in their group of five said, grabbing his crotch to prove a point. "Let's see some dryad ass! Give us the siren!"