Funkytown Torture Novels & Stories

"Disgusting…" Skyler murmured through her hand. Despite being skinned and scalped, the women were all still alive and singing to the music that was playing despite their anguish. "Talk about a terrible fetish." Frank was scowling too—why were all the members of Torrent such sick deviants? It seemed like his plan to wipe them out was absolutely correct! "So, you killed my clone?" The lanky man on the couch slowly turned to level his bloodshot eyes at Frank.

I'm numb ****

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.

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

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

Torturing people made her happy, what if. *****

Fuck me. *****************************************