Men From Hell Novels & Stories

There were other men who were collared and naked with sweat dripping off their bodies as they pounded several young women with their cocks from the back. Adam almost gagged as the stench of sex and lust assailed his nose. There were ten people in the room. Five naked men fucking away while four girls were on all fours on a large obsidian marble that pulsed faintly with a purple light. The sexy backs of the women were arched so flexibly that it gave the men easier access to fuck their cunts. Grunting from the men were loud and strained and what Adam thought was pleasure on their faces was a terrified, lust filled expression. The men were in a physical pain that Adam knew all too well.

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

I have to say it to register in his thick head. I looked at him with hatred filled in my eyes while saying those words again "You raped me you fucking rapist. You heard that? YOU FUCKING RAPED ME YOU MONSTER!! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME AND SAY YOU MADE LOVE? HOW? I started beating his chest while yelling him. "YOU'RE NOT A MAN. YOU'RE A COWARD FOR DOING THIS. YOU DRUGGED ME AND RAPED ME. A REAL MAN CAN NEVER DO ANY SORT OF THESE" I continued to yell at him while he just stared at me with rage filled eyes.

, he raged. "A coward, you can't handle someone being ahead of you, you're sad he got what you wanted, you're a pathetic looser, why didn't you strive to be a better person, but no you let out your frustration by revenge, you're a fool", he raged and brought a gun to my head. The boys immediately brought out their gun to defend me. "Step the fuck away from her", Damon said. He laughed, "Four of you against all the men in my house, you're meat to my dogs ", he said .

But I don't think there is any other explanation for this. Scared out of my ass but still willing to save my future husband, I open the door to the cabin and I look inside. There's five men in here and, sure enough, one of them is Paul. He's hanging from the fucking ceiling by his chained hands, but there is no blood, luckily.

Crimson red spraying everywhere. “I am the person that sent you to hell.” Shocked gasps came from the other men in whites. They back away, their trembling in sheer terror. “Where are they?” “Please, don't kill us, we were just asked to collect his blood.” My wolf howled. “Wrong answer,” I brandished my claws, watching the sharp edge glint in their terro filled eyes. “When you get to hell, greet the devil for me.” I lunged, finishing the three remaining men in a matter of seconds. My whole body and the floor was covered with their blood and dismembered limps, but the beast inside me was hardly satisfied.

Before Isabelle's terrified gaze, the two men strained against each other, their faces too close, the smell of sweat and blood and violence fouling the air. For a moment, they were only shadows, their breath coming harsh and fast as thunder bellowed. Their shapes on the wall formed the shape of a huge bloody monster that was squirming and gasping. Isabelle saw the sharp blade extremely close to Shawn’s face, until the point was nearly under his chin, while they swayed together on the floor, like obscene dancers.

“They need so many?” “Hell, yeah,” Dallas said darkly and she took in his expression, saw real rage on that handsome face. “The assholes that these women and kids are running and hiding from are the dregs and scum of my gender, Reena. I swear to God, I refuse to even call them ‘men’, ‘cause a real man doesn’t do what these monsters have done. He doesn’t even think about it.” “Oh,” Reena said in a small voice. “I see.”

At first, Heaven’s heart skips a beat, then it starts thumping faster than it already is. Memories flash in her head. Memories of tears turning her vision glassy as five to six men took turns to fuck her. Memories of the pain in her asshole and vagina that lingered for days. Memories of the way they unhinged her jaws with their dicks. Memories of her fingers gripping sand, of she cursing at the moon goddess every now and then, blaming her for a tragic fate.

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.