Funkytown Torture Novels & Stories

Memories of mind-fucks that are meant to deceive children into trusting and forcing them into doing what they didn’t want. Memories that left a man like me craving pain and punishment rather than caring adoration. I fucked out my frustrations. Having her beneath me saved me the trouble of beating my head into a wall to silence the voices of the ghosts of my past. That or take another life. I needed her more than she'd ever realize. Feeling her let go around me is my only heaven.

But now was his turn to play with me, so I sat still, ready to brace up for impact. The hefty man left the room and returned with a tripod stand and a camera which he placed on the ground before us. By the time he was done, my body was already dry. "Get him wet. Let's begin our torturing sessions. Torture therapy. You're going to love it, Finn. Don't worry," Kelvin said as he drew close to me. He caught my jaw in his hand and whipped it towards him just in time for me to release my blood-infused sputum on his face. He flew back in horror and quickly wiped his face before coming back to whack me in the face.

VELVET BURNS: ELITE SEX CLUB IMPLICATED IN GLOBAL HUMAN TRAFFICKING RING. Photos of the Paris theatre engulfed in flames, close-up clips of masks scattered like fallen leaves, and blurred images of familiar faces she’d seen inside the club, now displayed like war criminals. Names whispered before were now printed in bold type: Dominic Wade. Kara Langston. Quentin Arlowe. Dorian paced behind her, his phone pressed to his ear. His jaw was clenched tight, that particular kind of fury that came from too many secrets unraveling at once. “Scrub it all,” he snapped into the phone. “Burn the backups. Deep-six the Zurich server. No traces, understand?”

He nodded, his throat bobbing up and down as he gulped. “Good. Now, to make sure you don't forget it.” I plunged into him. No warning. He shouted out as his ass resisted, increasing his pain. I pulled back. I wanted to fuck him like the slut he was but that would be no fun if I ruined the puny little bastard. I groaned and stuck a finger in him, rolling it around, opening him up to me. He moaned a little as his ass accepted the stimulation. No. He wasn't supposed to enjoy this. Not this time.

“This is my whole fucking life. Honestly, I want nothing to do with lies or what it entails. I only want to handle the truth.” “And the truth is I’m pregnant.” “And we’re getting married,” he said. “You’re still going with the whole marriage thing?” “Hell, yeah, of course I am. You think you’re going to get rid of me that easily you’ve got another think coming.” She started to laugh and then cry. “Is everything okay out here?” Eagle asked, coming toward them. He was on crutches, and his leg had been bandaged up. Kurt had injured several club whores, and Stallion had also taken a bullet, but no one was going to die from their injuries. “Yeah,” Chloe said.

The volume increased as I went closer to the canteen and there I saw him dancing magnificently on the table. It was the song of uptown funk. The song went like I'm too hot (hot damn) Say my name you know who I am The girls screamed his name TRAVIS with joy and I did the same. He slid down his hand from his neck towards his body touching all of his abs and when his hand touched his pant's waistband he just winked making us all go nuts. Such a tease. I'm too hot (hot damn) And my band 'bout the money break it down

The last thing we expected was for her to grab his dick, but she did, and his face reflected the pure torture he felt. She turned her hand, and he shot off her. Just looking at it made me hurt. The guys in the crowd gasped. She jumped on him and kept hitting him. He was almost in tears, and he tapped out. My jaw fell to the floor. Did he seriously just tap out? I hadn't seen him tap out once in all the time I have been here. This guy was almost as big a deal as Liam. The last guy only took her a second to take down. I mean, come on! A fly could take him down. The guy in charge announced her as Cobra. That actually does fit her fighting style. She has strong, sharp, and fast movements.

Instead, it’s some weird hybrid of the two, which lasts several months, but can then be easily removed once the assignment is over. I may not be able to tell you what it is the F.U.C.K.’s do, or how they do it, but I can tell you that it is as miserable as fucking hell to go through. Imagine being strapped, naked, into a dentist’s chair for six hours, with a light shining in your face the entire time, as a team of people wearing those paper doctor masks spend the entire six hours poking you, prodding you, pulling at your face until you feel like they’re going to pull the flesh right off your skull, injecting you with chemicals to make you fatter or thinner as necessary (and yes, they inject

“Somehow I think that it would be pointless seeing that you are going to kill me anyway.” “You have another brain cell after all. No one said I can't torture you before I end your fucking pathetic life.” “What does a stupid nightclub owner know about torturing.” “See, that is where you wrong. Owning a nightclub is a hobby. Torturing people is my job.” “Let's just forget about this. I will leave and never come back.” “Sorry but I don't negotiate with dicks like you that get pleasure from hurting girls. You can be glad I am not cutting your cock off.”