Masochism Story Novels & Stories

Each plunge sent fresh waves of unwanted pleasure rippling through my core, my inner walls clenching greedily around the invasion despite the burning humiliation flooding my cheeks. “Listen to her moan,” one of the masked men sneered, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Our little passenger is creaming all over that dick already.” I tried to bite back the sounds escaping my throat, but another powerful stroke dragged a broken cry from my lips. The man currently claiming me gripped my hips harder, pulling me onto him with bruising force. His masked face hovered above mine, the dark voids where eyes should be staring down as if he could devour my soul through sheer willpower.

The lamp’s soft light bathed Svetlana’s skin in a golden glow, making her blonde hair look like a halo of fire against the pillow. Dante was on the edge of the abyss. Every fiber of his body demanded surrender, to take her, to mark her as his once and for all. But he wasn’t a man without control. He’d spent his life training himself to master his impulses, never to lose his head, even in the worst situations. Until now. Until her. Svetlana had heard so many things from her friends—stories whispered amid nervous laughter and knowing glances. That it hurt a lot, that one bleeds, that it’s never enjoyable, that it’s traumatic... Words floating in her mind like silent warnings.

Marco grumbled before throwing me in the cage, down to the floor and the dirty surroundings. “N-no!” I cried out as I scrambled for the door before it latched. Cold eyes glared at me, his chest heaving. He was angry, furious, and I crumbled inside. My chest heaved as a sob rose with the clang of metal on metal. For days I’d kept the fear, the despair, down to a vibration below the surface, but the dam was broken. “If this continues I can introduce you to my Russian friends, the Volkovs,” Domenico growled. “Their favorite thing is breaking a woman until she’s nothing but a cock sleeve.”

Grayson said, running his hand on his hair. "He's a beast. I think his best way of having his revenge was having sex with one of the random ladies you bring back home. Not knowing that I'm not any of your fucking bitches! I wish to strangle him slowly and roughly till he pass out." Yara hissed, falling back on the bed as she stared at the ceiling. "I'm sorry you had to face that. He has always been all crazed out but we never knew he was psychotic. The scum is literally obsessed with masochism and other dark stuffs related to sex."

(ongoing) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) b. i Story: Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goddess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her family, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic violence and, you guessed it, smut. (ongoing)

"That bastard, Sanders. He raped his secretary for years, the woman was tortured, took turns with another man. When Sanders had a new tender, during a presentation meeting, he would offer her to be enjoyed for everyone ... The woman couldn't escape from The man's clutches, because Sanders is holding her son hostage. At that time I had a tender with Sanders, I was late. You can't imagine what I saw when I entered the meeting room. The woman cried out loud, while ten men were smiling with lustful satisfaction. Sanders was recording with the video. I immediately killed all the men in the room. I couldn't bear to see these disgusting creatures living on earth, only to destroy and broke other cre

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

Again, and then again, he spanked her into her final unravelling. She worked so hard she was trembling everywhere, but she couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop until he allowed it. She gripped his chin hard and then she felt the shift in his breathing that always came before he climaxed and she knew one more slap would be it for her. Together they writhed and screamed to their climax. She lay on his chest, sated with his warm seed, glorying in it. Then came breathless laughter and satiated kisses. He slipped out of her and she felt her thighs coated in his thick seed, pushing them together so that some of it might stay inside. "Oh my God," she drawled, picking up the neglected champagne bottle and w

That particular pain came with humiliation, and he was putting in all he had to take a grip of himself as his body shaking drastically in the constant, unbearable pain. "I love your reaction so much..." Uranus finally let go of him, "Won't want them to numb, it would ruin the fun." Erebus closed his eyes tight, frowning deeply: "Too typical. Will the fun ever begin?" "Has anyone ever told you that you just might be a masochism? Maybe Allura's idea of locking you up here was truly a great idea. I know I would enjoy you." Uranus licked the blood off her lips: "But you were wrong. It's not typical, you know why?"

There was nothing that mattered but cock. Then Mason -- the huge, blonde-haired, massive-muscled man I had seen fucking the slave-boy in the wooden frame -- emerged from the crowd, and I saw him looming over me. His cock was as big as Kirios' cock, and I knew it would be the biggest I had taken yet. But I had no time to gather myself, no moment to mentally prepare, because as soon as Sam had pumped his load into my ass, Mason was taking hold of me. He flipped me over onto my tummy again and braced me against the bed. Two other men took hold of me and pinned me down, holding me in place. And then I felt the biggest, thickest cock I had yet taken, beginning to press into my poor, tight little