Funkytown Torture Novels & Stories

The third was Nico, a Latin photographer with a creative, filthy mind and a talent for pushing boundaries. He introduced toys and light bondage during his first session, tying my wrists to the headboard while he ate my pussy until I squirted, then fucking me while the others watched and stroked themselves. His cock was long and curved, hitting spots inside me that made me scream. The fourth was Viktor, a dark, tattooed club owner with a reputation for intensity. His introduction was the roughest of the new Daddies. He took me against the wall in the cabin’s living room,

All she needed was the pointed hat and a wart. Too bad she didn’t melt in water. She laughed again and, as they descended the steps, Logan saw what she found so enjoyable. In the depression in front of the stage—an orches¬tra pit if they were on land—the array of tropical fish picked up the tempo of their… dancing? Swirling so fast they should be dizzy when they finally stopped. A pair of stingrays flapped their wings, turning in circles above the fish, and crabs and lobsters clacked their pincers in a bizarre balletic choreography around the outer edge of the performance. A pair of neon green moray eels

I gasped sharply as the thick dildo stretched my virgin asshole, the burning ring of muscle protesting hard around the fat shaft. “Fuck… it burns so much,” I whimpered, but I didn’t pull it out. Instead, I pushed back harder, forcing more of the veiny toy deeper into my ass. “That’s my dirty girl,” HotFantasy88 growled through the speaker. “Now bounce on it. I want to see that tight little asshole swallowing every inch. Don’t you dare stop.”

He replied. "Why? What did you do to her?" I asked, not worried or scared for miss Grace. I was offended that my game was ruined. "I onllyy madee a holle throughh herr lefftt foott. Shee tryy too gett mastterr inn troublllee." Pain replied. "Yeah so? You just ruined the fun I was going to have. Now what girl am I going to toy with?" I complained. "I havee anotherr toyy forr youu." Pain said.

I scream out, moaning as the object inside me begins to vibrate and move in and out slowly. “This dildo is gonna fuck you just enough to make you want to cum, but not enough to let you cum.” “Fourteen.” I moan out. They continue their torture, Antonio fucking me too slow with the dildo, and Nicholas delivering blows to my ass. I can already tell my ass is going to fucking hurt for at least a couple of days. “Forty-nine!” I moan out. “Fifty.” I whisper, feeling tears run down my cheeks.

She whipped my ass with the riding crop. “You asked to be tortured...” she whipped my ass cheek again,“... isn’t this torture enough for you, bitchy faggot? We don’t even have a safe word, too bad.” She teased, increasing the vibration. “ Custard should be the safe word. CUSTARD!!!” I screamed.

𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. "𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, � ��𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒌𝒊𝒏." 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.

Just making the situation worse, because when I deny anything now Dylan would point out my blushing. "I love how you are supportive of my new character development, but jeez you need to let this James Witherdale thing slide. I'm not interested in him in that matter." I say as Liar by Camila Cabello starts to blast through the stereo. How convenient. "Yeah Alyssa and you are telling me that this song isn't the reason why I should doubt what you claim you think you feel." Dylan says with a smug smile on her lips. Castleburry is not that big, but traffic in town peaks in the afternoons. Getting to town honestly can feel like a nightmare, making one rethink themselves for making the decision to

"Little girl, do you know who he is? Our boss, Funk, is famous..." "Shut up. You"re so annoying." Funk had drunk a lot of wine, so he was a little dissatisfied with Trisha"s arrogant attitude. He said directly, "Aren"t you dressed so glamorously in this bar just to find a rich man? I have plenty of money. Tell me, how much do you want?" Hearing that, Trisha directly splashed the wine from the cup onto Funk"s head, causing him to be completely confused.

I did my regulars; listening to annoying jokes and laughing at them, flirt back at the customers that flirts first, listen to drunk men and women telling their problems and giving my opinion if needed all just to get tips and get the employee of the month bonus because my life depended on it. As I continued with my regulars, I noticed a nicely dressed man with a broad figure in his sweatshirt and sweatpants walking up to me at the bar, his gray eyes confused me and I froze as I looked at them deeply, drowning all my sorrows in them. I forget myself and his deep, firm but weirdly soothing voice called out making me come out of my delusional thoughts “Do you always look at your customers like