Funkytown Torture Novels & Stories

I suddenly slapped my face when I kept staring at his body. This is not the right time to gossip about other people's bodies Olivia remember what you did last night. I tried to remember the thing I did last night and suddenly something flashes in my mind. "Spread those fucking sexy legs for me" "Good Girl" “Anata no tame ni yoyaku-zumi, Reserved for you? For me?” "Your tattoo is turning me on, don't you know that's illegal?" “Illegal?” "Yes, because it's tempting me to plant my seed on you."

The boy shook his head and continued to chew on his puff. "Fuck! Lisa exclaimed and looked around. She scanned the premises but nothing was unusual. She held tightly to the papers and returned to her car. She checked the pictures contained in the parcel thoroughly. They were her nude pictures. She was depicted in different sex scenes with an unidentified man whose face was perfectly cropped out. The picture looked like she was having sex with a ghost. It was the work of a professional.

He wished for his death now in his mind but Nicholas will not let them die this easily. The last man was sacred to the death after watching his fellows suffer for the deed they did and he was equally involved in it. He was scared and frustrated from the pain his fellows were feeling and hearing their cries. He couldn't control himself anymore and let his frustration out. "Why are you torturing us like some madman? We just wanted to have a little fun with that girl and it's not like she is your girl. That bitch was the one who seduced us!" he yelled out frustratingly at Nicholas and this was it.

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.

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?”

“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.

"But I want to say something about her research. About the knowledge she obtained through torture. I've reviewed her documentation. Her genetic modifications for cold resistance—they work. Her neural enhancements—they function. Her radiation tolerance protocols—they're effective. The research she conducted through crimes against humanity is scientifically valid. And that knowledge could save lives." The hall erupted in murmurs. Hammond smiled slightly. "I'm not saying we should use it," Dr. Chen continued. "I'm saying we face a choice. We can destroy all her research. Burn every document. Erase every finding. Ensure that torture produces nothing of value. That's the morally pure choice. The

“Yes, I want it…I want your big cọ́ck stuffed inside me!” “Damnit!” he grunted, charging forward. He grabbed my legs and spread apart. He rubbed his cap in my clit teasing me more. Fuvk, I was on the verge of exploding. “Please…” I choked. “Say please…” When did he learn to torture this way…. fuvk. “Please…I want it so badly…” Finally he slided in. Fuvkkkkk. Pleasure in torrents of waves crashed over me. I gripped the table, biting down on my lips.

Kissing, licking, sucking, and rubbing his lips there, really made Luna Lee have to bite her fingers so she wouldn't moan too loudly. "Baby… Don't. Stop," Luna Lee stammered. "Don't stop? All right." Lucas' lips fell back into the narrow hole. If earlier he failed to get his finger in there, now Lucas decided to just play his tongue there. Ignore the cement that keeps coming out. Making the area even more slippery and freeing Lucas's tongue a little into the hole. "Oh, fuck you, Babe!" said Luna Lee, spontaneously, "Ah, my goodness… yeah, ehmm…"

There was no preparation, no teasing—only the blunt, overwhelming press of him pushing into her in one long, brutal stroke that forced a raw cry from her throat. Cass buried his face in her neck and started fucking her like he was trying to fuse them together. It was the most violent sex they had ever had. Hair in his fist. Her nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. Every thrust punched the air from her lungs. The headboard slammed the wall in a relentless rhythm. Maya’s tears came freely now—grief and fury and the terrible relief of being taken so completely she couldn’t think. Cass licked them from her cheeks the way he used to and kept going, harder, deeper, the wet slap of