Funkytown Torture Novels & Stories

He carried me over his head, placing my pussy on his face and I put my hands on the head of the couch for support. I could not see what was happening but I felt a tongue inside of my pussy, licking round it and kissing the front of my pussy. My legs were getting weak the more he made watery sounds with my pussy and my clitoris was burping from the way he bit it, aggressively. “Ahhh! Fuck!” He held my legs wider, letting my juices soak into his mouth and my legs were vibrating. I was about to give up, the tension was on maximum spin. He put in three fingers , spreading the edges of my pussy and weakened the walls, making my eyes roll back to my head.

I order. Kira nods, although the look on her face tells me that will be torturous. Good. I’m here to torture her, after all. Her moans when I yank the bra down and ravish her nipples tell me torture is the last thing she’s feeling. She is enjoying this as much as I am, squirming in the couch with each stroke of my tongue. I bite down on the tender flesh of her boob, earning an unrestrained moan. "Is this one of your fantasies?" I ask.

Barely controlling his quivering as I stroke his length. “Is that a promise Jake… because I like it when you torture me” I said… flirtatiously licking my lower lip. “I want you to torture me Jake” I grinned slyly and move my hand between his legs, savoring his moan. His torture is swift and tantalizing. Capturing both my wrists, he held me in place as his mouth crashed over mine. I kissed him back as much as I get, refusing to let him dominate me. My lips parted even more widely to the demanding grasp of his tongue on mine, and he explored my sensitivity. His hands moving restlessly over my body, from my breasts to my thighs and then back again, impatiently ripping my shirt open to cup my n

I finally made it to the highway and called a taxi. *We are rhythmical elements. The songs we know by heart are a source of independence. They are also tools of betrayal and fantasy, hooks and ladders for traps and escape* I remembered the words all of a sudden when Blake showed me moves with dancing. I felt amazed that night, not by just how we danced, but by how close I felt to someone. The fantasy in the music and in him and not just the traps and escape. I need an escape now. I need to get out of this trap.

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…"

Tara takes a bullet on herself… To save her Ruthless Rockstar…! ***************************

If anything's for sure, her sanity is completely gone. "Why are you doing this?" Harrison asked in anger as she gripped his shoulder. "It's fun," she whispered. "Pretending to be something I wasn't and toying with everyone's head is what I desire the most," she admitted with so much lust for torture. Her laughter became extreme as Harrison could only watch in horror. "It was fun till it lasted," she whispered with a sweet voice before kicking him in the groin. He lost his grip and she was able to escape.

He looked intimidating and was resilient and that's why Siya has him as the head of security and also works at the club. Siya puts his hands on his grey sweatpants pockets, his black tee tugging on his masculine torso, short sleeves revealing his tattoos from either sides of his arms. Muzi switches the electronic chair on. Fingers screams in agony. Siya holds his hand up and Muzi stops after good five minutes. He raises a eyebrow to Fingers that says 'are you gonna talk now?' Fingers snarls at him. Giving Siya a go ahead to torture him more. Siya nods to Muzi to continue. It electrocutes him for about 5 minutes more before he gives in. Fingers' head drops low, no energy to go on anymore. He

Death watched, steel in its eyes, a dark sneer to its lips. And while I rattled the cage, the salt water muffling my screams and yelp of agony, they all stood above the tunnel of water, cackling and fucking, orgasm blowing through them. Seeing me there, weeping and suffering, was such a twisted ambrosia to them. I was their live entertainment. They called it ‘The tunnel of fun,’ Their allies trooped in every fun night, fucking betting on my head, cash swapping hands, their muffled yells slicing through me.

It made me sick. We still hadn’t come up with a plan. We were just watching the same scene on repeat. As we watched another human leave I mentally noted that there were only three of them left now. Byron and the suit had left two torture cycles prior with the promise of returning in four to give “the rare” some sort of injection. Only the torture man and his two human buddies were left. They were noticeably drunk and Kory was growing concerned over what they were talking about. * “Okay but who is going to know, I mean she’s naked-” one man begins.