Gory Scenes Novels & Stories

And then I see them. A wall. Not brick, not wood…..flesh. Holes cut into the drywall at waist height, maybe twenty of them, each one framed by bare thighs, asses pushed out like an offering. Every shape, every color….pale as milk, dark as espresso, some marked with ink, others smooth as silk. A few of them shift, hips rolling slow, like they can feel me looking. My mouth goes dry. “Holy shit,” I breathe. Cory claps me on the back, hard enough to jolt me forward. “Told you you’d like it.”

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

Panic threatened to consume me. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the gruesome scene that unfolded before me. The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, a chilling reminder of the unspeakable horrors that had transpired within these walls. I couldn't help but feel a surge of nausea rise within me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. Suddenly my gaze fell upon an array of torturous instruments, each one more sinister than the last. The room seemed to be a macabre display of pain and suffering, a haunting testament to the atrocities that had been inflicted upon those unfortunate souls who had been brought here before me.

She snickered and stepped back a foot or so, then slipped the small pink cord holding the robe closed free and let it spill open. "Damn," Gary said, grinning widely as he stared at her exposed flesh. She felt a thrum of excitement deep within, a growling hunger beginning to slowly grow and expand as the three men stared at her. She felt their desire to have her for themselves keenly, their eyes like spotlights on her body. "I'm damn disappointed that this is a softcore scene," Ben said. "You look... incredible."

It wasn’t just one scene, it was a compilation of hardcore scenes of orgies, gangbang, bukkake, bdsm, male domination and scenes of punishment. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen, minute after minute of fucking, sucking, spanking and screaming. The wet slapping sounds, loud moans, and dirty talk filled my office. I watched and watched, I lost track of time, my pussy dripping wet as I saw women getting exactly what I wished was happening to me. Every so often, a quick five-second clip of my job interview would appear on the screen. So, from a random woman being choked with a cock, gagging loudly, to me putting my foot into my shoe which already contained a cum-filled condom, or from a slu

criiiit . Something disgusting started to come out from inside the corpse's genitals. A black head, followed by pale skinny fingers that were mercilessly ripping apart the corpse's genitals. "Oh no!" Alif shouted while looking away. Couldn't bear to witness such a terrifying and utterly disgusting event. It's worse than zombies! In a few seconds, kuntilanak covered in blood came out of the corpse's body. The torn-mouthed Kuntilanak growled and walked closer to Alif. Continued

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh

Every time he enters the room, I see that look, that sharp, lusty glint in his eyes that makes my skin crawl. He doesn't just stand and watch me. He stands right between my splayed legs, his eyes roaming over every inch of me, and he touches himself. He brings out his length, and works himself with a sickening act intensity, staring at me until he cums, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the small space. I never close my eyes. I can’t afford to. I don’t know what he would do if I looked away, if I showed him I wasn't watching the horror he was creating. So I stare. I stare until my eyes burn, until my soul feels like it’s being rubbed raw with sandpaper. It is disgusting, degrading, an

Gupta _________________ Trigger Warnings: MMMF, MF, MFM, Chòking, slàpping, exhìbitionism, non-con elements, spànking, sharing, humiliàtion, dègradtion, bullying, Punishments, Manipulation and power imbalance. Revenge and retribution. Rough handling and over stimulation. Dubious consent. Forced proximity. Coercion and Blackmail. If any of these themes are triggering for you, please proceed with caution. Your mental health matters. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REFLECT REAL LIFE BEHAVIOURS. THE CHARACTERS ARE MORALLY QUESTIONABLE AND SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICIZED IN REAL LIFE.

“Just… the fantasy. The sacrilege of it. Fucking someone on sacred ground while the cross watched.” Seong’s eyes flashed brighter. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, ridges dragging against oversensitive walls. Ren screamed, back arching off the table. “Keep going,” Seong growled, starting a punishing rhythm—deep, hard snaps of his hips that made the table creak. “Tell me how you jerked off after confession. Did you finger yourself while whispering Hail Marys?”