Funkytown Torture Novels & Stories

the sarcasm laced in his voice seeped into me like a slow, deadly poison. Suddenly, his cold hand gripped my chin and made me look up at him. The way his eyes oozed hatred and malice, crushed my insides, “Let me be clear. I don’t do ‘mates’, choco pie. What I do is torture people until their souls cry for death. You are nothing to me more than a fucking trophy to earn and now that I know I am your mate, the process to get you kneeling for me only got easier.”

They were also filthy rich and were amongst the top 10 list of most eligible, rich and youngest bachelor in town. Every lady craved them and constantly threw themselves at their feets. I wondered why, until, I caught Killian, during the company's 10th year anniversary party in the restroom, using just his finger to make Brittany, a fellow worker cum like crazy. Her legs were literally shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks as his fingers pumped into her hard. Afterwards, he made her kneel and suck his cock. Killian fucked her throat hard, gripping her neck tightly till she couldn't breathe and was coughing badly.

I suddenly want to know his workout routine-jeez my thoughts and ideas are so out of the blue. To stop him from crying, I pushed him hard, enough to lie him down on the ground and feel the torturing pain in his butt due to the impact of the floor on it. Well, I successfully did it. I can see the pain on his face. While I was struggling to hide laughing, I asked, "Are you okay?" It's weird to ask that question when I'm the one who caused it. The tears that were falling from his eyes just went dry. From miserable, he now looks so fierce- ready to hurt anyone.

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 lean one fisted my ass while the tall one fucked my pussy, the tattooed one jerking off, cumming on my stomach. “More,” I begged, and they obliged, lifting me into a standing 69, the tall one eating my cunt while I sucked him, the lean one fucking my ass, the tattooed one tit-fucking me again. The jungle echoed with our cries, cum and sweat mixing, until I collapsed, spent but craving. Chapter Three – Untamed Union

It started off with a game of truth or dare and before they both knew it, The Prince had kissed her, The Prince had tasted her, The Prince was now about to take away purity. She opened her legs to accommodate the Prince as he rubbed himself on her entrance. She gasped at how good it felt. She was already dripping moist for his touch. He had always told her that, he would show her what ecstasy felt like. He would make her forget about her problems at home, what he didn't tell her was he also needed to forget about his problems at the palace.

She had lost her inhibitions completely, and with every jab she took at him, her laughter mingled with exasperation. "You think you're so tough, don't you, Mace? But I bet I can take you down with one hand tied behind my back!" she declared, her voice a mix of defiance and inebriated delusion. Mace, still infuriated by the situation and Nysaa's relentless taunts, muttered an array of curses under his breath. The cold mask he wore had cracked slightly, revealing the sheer frustration that boiled beneath the surface. He tried to restrain her from her erratic antics, but she proved surprisingly stubborn, given her intoxicated state.

I see a few roaches the size of rats and a few rats nearly the size of my forearm but the crude graffiti and the questionable stains on the walls, along with the used condoms on the floor are a good distraction. I check my phone for the apartment number when I reach the third floor. Fletcher is supposed to be in the number six. I found the sad excuse for a door with an outline of where the door number used to be. Summoning up my last bit of courage I lift my chin and knock on the door. I didn’t get an answer so I knock again. Again it was all silent. I knock yet again for good measure and am about to turn away when the door opens. “Well I guess you did like it after all,” Fletcher says smugl

If only she was in her right frame of mind we would have enjoyed this torture together, but sadly I had to sacrifice my body for tonight for god knows how long. I'm slowly losing my mind, this was the best thing any woman has ever done for me, I've never been this turned on by a woman before even Tasha will have to suckle on my little man for like forever before it will fully respond to her. Lola was twerking on my crotch her cute ass was bouncing in a very seductive way, showing no mercy to my little man, we lay there for almost an hour, her long brown hair is all wet, but whatever drugs that idiot gave her must be an overdose because it made her stronger than she was before, even after two

Finn chuckles darkly, pushing his finger in slower, inch by inch, the stretch burning sweetly, making me moan loud as Nolan thrusts back in, matching the pace, the burn of their actions syncing, building that edge again. They torture me for what feels like hours—slaps, bites, pinches, denials—each one drawing out my whimpers, my body a live wire of sensation. Finally, they untie the belt, my wrists aching as blood rushes back. "Now finger yourself," Finn orders, stepping back, eyes cold and expectant. "Show us how bad you need it if you want our dick to ram into your pussy” please leave your review and vote for the book and support it, this author would appreciate the gesture so much