Nipple Torture Gif Novels & Stories

Feeling satisfied, I continued torturing her poor nipples and caressing her upper thigh. "Seems like my Lila is looking forward to this punishment, huh?" I squeezed again. "Nipples don't lie, my dear. Bet they're all pink and swollen right now." I was so curious to see how pink and hard her little peaches were that, before my brain could process a second thought, I ripped her shirt off. Fuck. They really were inviting. I couldn't resist the urge to taste her hard nipple, giving it a slow circular lick with my tongue. My other hand left her thigh for her second nipple, and I pinched the tip.

Note: The chapter continues with the torture session, including needles, shock and acid. The POV thing It wasn't long before each breast had six needles, they made a circle around the nipple and drops of blood oozed out, he had placed the needles deeper. Yes, it hurts, it stings and I want to rip it out, but I can't even close my hands, because the needles on my fingertips remind me of and scratch my palm, so it hurts me in two ways, because I feel the needles go in a bit more and the other end cuts my palm.

I heard him growl as he felt my hands on his head. I gasped loudly in pleasure. He was rolling my now tender nipple between his teeth to punish me because I moved my hands. He didn't stop until my hands were back in their places. He pulled away from my breast and looked at my face. "Keep them pinned in the same place. Or I will literally chew your sexy nipples. They are hard and they seem inviting." He threatened me again. I licked my lips and nodded my head again. He moved towards my other nipple. Sucking it hard and drawing invisible circles around my nipple with the tip of his tongue. While I was just moaning loudly. My heart was drumming erratically inside my rib cage. He was still rubbi

“Now twist your nipples between your fingers. Take five full turns on each and count out loud, thanking me your master.” “One, thank you, Master… Two, thank you, Master…” By five your voice was shaking, tears rolling down your cheeks and your hips rocking without permission. “Look at you. Your tits are purple, your eyes tearing up, and your cunt dripping onto your floor just from having your own nipples tortured.” I let out a lazy laugh, then I frowned. “You’re a pathetic whore.” I let you suffer for a long, merciless minute. Then my next command came. “Slap your tits. Three times each. Slap them hard, I want to see your magnificent breast bounce.”

He keep fondling my bre-ast, pinching my ni-pples hard. I yelp in pa in as more tears flow freely. "Please, you are hurting me." I whimpered but he cared less as he continue with his tor-ture. "Shut up..." He growled like an ani-mal, his eyes was void with no emotion in it. He su*ked hard on my ni-pples. with every thing he was doing, I feel nothing but pa-ins all over me. He went on with suc-king and pin-ching for minutes and my brain couldn't hold the pa-ins I'm feeling.

“It’s too late for apologies now.” He doesn’t take it easy with my tits as he punishes me. His slaps are brutal, with raw, hard strength. He pinches my nipples, and tugs and twists, and Jesus Christ – it’s like he’s been given lessons, doing it just the way I like it. He slaps me until my tits are bright pink and my nipples are swollen, then he lowers his head to suck at me and I can’t help myself. I take hold of his head and beg for more.

“Fuck me, please!” He slurped up my length and loomed above me, his gaze on my nipples. I glanced down as well. They were red and enlarged, unnaturally drawn out. The milk dripped from them—it must have been the heat wave that was making me lactate so much. Mr. Toral pushed with his hand and curled his fingers inside me, rubbing my gland hard. “Please…” I bit out between clenched teeth. I was shaking. “Look at you. Big loose ass, that pink cock, and gorgeous tits. A fucking siren.”

But my soft sigh turned to a gasp as he pinched my bare nîpple and used his free hand to push my hand back to my side in silent order. When he pulled back, he used his thumbs and forefingers of both hands to torture my nîpples. His eyes remained on his ministrations and mine too as I watched him rub and pinch my nîpples, turning them pink and sending burst of sparks straight between my legs. My clît throbbed in unison with his torture and I shifted, wanting more.

He grabbed both breasts then, squeezing them together until the nipples nearly touched and latched onto both at once, sucking and nibbling in tandem. His teeth caught one, pulling it outward while his fingers crushed the other, rolling the tip until it throbbed. Elina's nails raked down his back, drawing blood, but the pain only spurred his sadistic delight. He pulled harder this time, teeth sinking in just enough to border on brutality, yanking the nipple until her breast deformed in his grip, the stretch eliciting a gasp that bordered on a scream.

By the time the first candle was burnt out, his back was a canvas of red and white. I attached the clover clamps to his nipples, one on each side, and he screamed again, his body convulsing. I pulled the chain slowly, stretching his nipples until they were elongated, until he was crying and begging through the gag. "Please," he tried to say, but it came out as a garbled mess. I pulled harder. He screamed. I removed the gag, and he gasped for air, tears and saliva streaming down his face. "Please," he sobbed. "Please, Mistress, I can't…"