Funkytown Torture Novels & Stories

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.

It burned the back of her throat but didn't suppress the heartache she was feeling, it didn't burn like she wanted it to. She kept drinking from the bottle and before she knew what was really happening she was drunk with an almost empty bottle, then a crazy idea came up and she didn't think twice. Not sure if it's the alcohol in her system or the pain and betrayal but she went ahead with the plan. I grabbed my laptop, typing into it and grinning widely as she carried out the plan. She let out a strange laughter like a maniac when she clicked enter with satisfaction written all over her. ***********”

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.

“It was so goo…Oh!” Yes. Oh. My tongue dove so fucking deep into her greedy pussy, full of vodka and juices. I thrust my tongue into her folds deeper and deeper, parting her lips with my fingers and digging my nose and teeth into her clit, giving it special treatment. The screams Faye produced that night were later on used to torture prisoners in Guantanamo Bay. Well, I may be exaggerating, but believe me when I say that my woman almost shattered every single window on that floor. We were lucky the windows were double-glazed—it was a nightclub, after all—otherwise Derek would have killed me for footing the bill on those windows.

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 mean we did get to see a cow girl." "I'm not into bestiality!" Drunko gestured to me, spilling his beer on our tiled floor. He was throwing off my groove, the beat unexpectedly slowing during my set forcing me to hastily make a Cross Knee Release to not launch myself off the pole. "Listen, I want giantesses! Big tittied fairies! Not this furry crap or this basic bitch! If I wanted to see normal girls, I would have had my bachelor party at home!" "Yeah, we want to get our dick wet to something good," another man in their group of five said, grabbing his crotch to prove a point. "Let's see some dryad ass! Give us the siren!"

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

He smirked, then began to torture her sexy body. Lash after lash touched Natalie’s skin until it was red. As if that weren’t enough, Nicolo also tortured her pussy with a dildo connected to a drill machine. When he turned on the drill, the dildo moved back and forth at a frightening speed. Natalie screamed and cried out loud. Not only because of the pain in her pussy, but also the pain in her heart. She was so angry that she couldn’t do anything to resist. “Does this feel good, huh? Instead of letting you fuck someone else, fuck this thing!” shouted Nicolo. He laughed out loud as he continued to torture Natalie’s pussy.

And so, so screwed. Which means I'm a screwed shawty