Novel & Cerita Funkytown Torture

He then pushed my legs as far as I could allow, rubbing his dick against my asshole and I shuddered, my mind growing blank. All this while, Felix had taken off his trousers, deftly stroking his dick that was glistening with pre-cum. I moaned against the gag, my body shaking as my pussy began to throb. Felix got on the bed, dipping it with his weight and began to rub his cock against my pussy folds. It was sweet torture, Dante teasing my asshole while Felix rubbed my dripping opening. Occasionally, Dante would scoop some of my dripping wetness, using it to lubricate my ass hole and preparing it for his dick and the action only made me produce more juices for him to spread all over me.

"Well then my dear. You will be tortured for 10 days. continuously. until. . . You. . . Are. . . Over. . .-That. . . Little. . . Bitch." "Don't FUCKING call her a bitch." Felix snickered at the man in front of him. He wouldn't take a word about Paris from the filthy man standing in front of him. "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!" Felix laughed at this. His teeth were covered in blood and eyes covered in blood. He had been brutally tortured by the people working against his happiness. Not once did he fight back. In his point of view. This was his punishment for what he did to the woman he had come to love. Her new found self-love and confidence only made him realize that he could

“Take it. This is mine, too. This little bud that makes you scream. I’m going to fuck it with my cock before I fuck it with my tongue again.” He increased the pressure, ground the rigid length against my clit in a slow, brutal rhythm. The friction was almost too much, a sharp, bright torture that wound a new, impossible coil of tension in my gut. My hands clawed at the sheets. A choked sob escapes me. “Please… Dante… it’s too much…”

With Mason wearing an indifferent expression. Screw that bag of chum! My punishment begins right away and I'm handed one of the school's detention jackets which is a disgusting shade of green with the word DETENTION boldly written at its back. I've spent God know how long in the girl's toilet scrubbing mercilessly at a smudge on a tile that's refusing to come off. God knows how long I've been at this, and the cleaner here is an agent of darkness straight from hell. She keeps complaining that I'm not scrubbing the tiles well like she's paying me to do this crap!

The foxtail swayed teasingly as London rode the rocking horse like a pro, making lame cowgirl jokes and teasing her chat to try harder as the new poll showed itself. Revenge came in the form of fake semen getting pumped into Queenie, and the streamer moaned when she felt her insides getting messy again. If the chat decided to empty all the bags she had on the IV drip stand, there might be no saving the foxtail swishing from her butt as some of the gooey substance already matted the fur when it oozed from her opening.

“Suck me while he ruins your cunt. That’s it… good girl. Choke on it.” They used me relentlessly. Marcus pounded my pussy with deep, punishing strokes while Jax fucked my throat. They switched. They rotated. They made me ride one while sucking the other. They spanked me, choked me, called me every filthy name that made my pussy clench harder. “You’re ours,” Jax growled as he fucked me from behind, his hand wrapped around my throat. “No one else gets this pussy. No one else gets to hear you moan like this.”

Torture. Back to the stream. I arch, cut falling open completely, breasts spilling free. “Who wants to see me come for you?” I purr, grabbing the toy from the nightstand, which I hadn't realised he had taken back. I drag it along my slit, teasing, then push it inside with a gasp. The vibration kicks on low when I hit the button. BigDaddy69: $25 – scream for me DarkHorseX: $30 – use both holes

Torture. The chat room was going wild. "Torture him," "Make him scream," "I want to see him cry." The poll closed. Torture had won. "Well, Kitten," Daddy growled, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "It looks like your fans want to see you wrecked. Let's not disappoint them." He activated the plug. The sensation was incredible. It was a deep, powerful vibration that sent a shockwave of pleasure through my entire body. I cried out, my back arching, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Elijah ripped the items out of the young nurse’s hands. The brown paper bag tore open, and a phone, along with a thick stack of documents, spilled onto the floor. The phone’s screen lit up, displaying endless rows of chat logs and audio recordings. Inside were conversations between Chloe and the thugs from years ago, paired with the bank transfer records. There were even messages showing how she had bribed doctors to forge her depression diagnosis, along with a few voice notes she had sent to her friends.

“dean loves making one feel utterly vulnerable. He makes feeling you fragile like porcelain by completely surrendering all control to him. he will tie you up and shit, hang you on the fucking ceiling then he will fuck you. the guy has a thing for knots and ropes, don’t mention it if you don’t want to be fucked until you lose your mind.” Oh goodness, I am so wet right now, kyle whispering all these things to me, seeing the guys as they start to torture the guy, and he is right here behind me as he presses his hard-on on my butt… it's driving me crazy and it takes all time to appear a little surprised and freaked out about what's going on in front of me.