Funkytown Torture Novels & Stories

It wasn't precisely an orgasm or at the least, I do not suppose it turned into, however, it turned into an apotheosis, a greater apex, whilst the fun reached its darkest bliss and I thrashed as high-satisfactory I should in my strict bondage and with pitchers of water hanging from my titties. I shrieked once more whilst he spanked me, lifeless middle of my pussy. "How fucking sexy. It's fucking okay, we might not matter the ones breaking your orgasm guidelines. You may have as plenty cummings from the torture as you could control to discover. Maybe it's going to console you and assist you to bear greater for me. Your titties are so stretched out like that, it seems fucking obscene, little bu

Noah asked. Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Facility N-17 was closed, but some subjects were transferred. Milo’s last active location is coded.” “Decode it,” Lucas said. “I am trying.” The laptop flickered. A video file appeared. Before anyone could stop him, Lucas clicked it. The screen showed a room with white walls and no windows. A young man sat on the floor, thinner than he should be, with dark blond hair falling over his eyes. He looked older than the boy in Lucas’s memory, but the way he hugged his knees was the same.

Liam said while trying to gain control of me but I stay rooted in my place knowing there is nothing I can do to help. The trashing and biting and growling went on for more than five to ten minutes. One minute Tracy was having the upper hand but the next, Riley draw out her claws and run it over Tracy's body. “That shit is absolutely going to hurt" Keith said. “I give up" Tracy said weakly after turning back making all four of us to break out into cheers. I immediately run towards my mate to make sure she gets medical attention...

But they trust you back. And that bond is something I still can’t explain, yet here I am, drinking wine from the bottle while talking to Sundance. People on the east coast would pay good money for this kind of therapy. “Telling Mom I was engaged was stupid. I can’t hire an escort, and I’m pretty sure they’re going think I want sex, and I don’t. Not even from Stephan and his perfect abs that I’m pretty sure were photoshopped into that photo.” I take another drink of wine. “And the one guy that might have agreed to play the part doesn’t want anything to do with me right now.”

"You can't Dom me into a wedding." "No," he said as he came over me, "but I can fuck you until you say yes." I was laughing when he entered me. His hands stayed flat on the bed and all that touched was his cock to my pussy. He took his time, each slow stroke driving me crazy. He watched me closely, his sadistic smile growing with each glide. I waited, but he didn't stop or change what he was doing. "Luke, please, more." "No. I'm torturing you with vanilla until you say yes."

Jasmine struggled with all her might, letting out muffled cries. I clamped my hand over her jaw and forced it open. I forced the vodka down her throat and made her swallow every bit of it, causing her to choke and her eyes to roll back. Tears and snot ran down her face. I only released my grip after she had swallowed half the bottle. Jasmine lay sprawled on the floor as she coughed and retched. A foul, sour odor immediately began permeating the living room. She kept retching until there was nothing left but bile. Her body was still convulsing.

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.

"Now I'm going to fuck your ass, you dirty teenage whore." Meg wanted his cock up her ass even if it hurt, even if it ripped her apart. Mr. Holtz twisted his fingers inside her and drooled more spit down her ass. He pulled them out and pressed his huge knob against her sphincter. The combination of spit and pussy juice acted as a lubricant. Meg yelped when his knob punched inside her and stretched her opening wider than it had ever been. He pushed deeper, burrowing her asshole open as he inched his way inside her.

The pleasure I felt was too much. He undid his shirt and slipped off his trouser, revealing his big shaft. I felt horny again at the sight of it. He positioned the tip of his shaft at the entrance of my mound, but he didn't put it in. He used it to rub my clit continuously until I almost lost my mind. “Shaun, stop this, please” He was doing it again_ Torturing me. “Don't do that" I wanted him inside me so badly and I was certain he wanted me to.

, she said seductively while biting her lips like she was alluring over his Greek God-like body. “I am not interested….”, Tara replied angrily as she put her palm on her head, she feels a headache because of the atmosphere, that only filled with noise and loud music, as the dark was spread felt her like throttle, she tried to leave but Neha holds her hand tightly, “Neha, Please…I want to go out for a while, I feel suffocation…”, Tara said to Neha, but the music is so loud that it can’t be heard clearly, “What..???... What are you saying..???.. Tara, I can’t get it…Just enjoy the performance of Rockstar…”, saying it, Neha holds Tara’s one arm and started to wave in the air, “I love you…Rockst