روايات وقصص ضمن Sadistic Beauty Side Story

He takes me into the basement and does whatever he wants to me, and I love every second of it. My breasts are sagging now, deformed from the abuse. My vagina is swollen and festering, covered in scars and scabs. But I don't care. As long as Adrian wants me, as long as he's willing to use my body to satisfy his darkest desires, I'll be happy to endure the pain. I'll bear the brunt of his sadism so that Lily can live in the light, blissfully unaware of the twisted relationship between her husband and her mother.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

“You’re gonna kill me.” I stood, slow and deliberate, cum still dripping down my stomach. I grabbed a napkin but didn’t use it. I liked the way it felt on my skin. I leaned in, grabbed his chin, and made him look at me. “We’re not finished. Not until we break you in every room.” Brittany leaned over and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth, licking away a drop of cum with a satisfied little hum. Dana sipped her wine, eyes locked on Donald’s face. “Living room’s next. And this time, I want to ride his face while someone sits on his cock.”

He leans over kissing the small tears from her eyes. “You're beautiful,” he tells her with a charming smile. Cassandra did not believe he was lying, she was indeed beautiful and probably the most beautiful in his eyes. For beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Carlson didn't regret anything, this was the best feeling ever. They stayed in the same position for a while and when he was sure enough, she was comfortable, he moved gradually increasing his pace.

“Voluntarily? Babe, that’s not groveling. That’s a pilgrimage. You just turned the battlefield legend into a sex slave.” I buried my face in my hands with a groan, but she wouldn’t let up. Sadie pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me, still giddy. “You know what’s left now, right?” I made the mistake of looking at her. “Ride him,” she said, full of wicked glee, “Ride him so bad until his dick falls off.” “Sadie!” I choked, scandalized beyond repair. “How could you say that?!”

“I didn’t even know the guy’s name. He had grey hair in his beard. He is so daddy you know. I have this thing. And I was drunk,did I mention I was drunk….” “So daddy,trust me ,she is not sorry about that kiss”. Shelley said to Beauty. Beauty glanced at Shelley helplessly, trying to stay sympathetic. “Okay, listen honey, just breathe, alright? Maybe he just needs some time to think things through,” Beauty said in a soft, soothing voice. Lisa let out another dramatic sob. “He posted an I*******m story of himself burning the wedding invitation! He tagged me in it!” She yelled and ugly cried. “Oh,” Beauty said. “Well... that’s, uh... artistic,I guess.”

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

His POV I came here with one goal—to kill this sweet little creature while she was sleeping. But I couldn’t contain my urge to play with my food for a bit. To torture her, to tease that sweet little body until she was begging to be exorcised from it. And now I was standing in front of a dilemma. Should I kill her, or should I fuck her first?I looked at her and saw a hopeful little girl who was scared of dying. I saw someone who was brave enough to wish for sex in their last minutes, someone whose pulse was still beating hard, whose skin was flushed, and whose excitement was showing by the goosebumps on her skin.

Their prey cried, whimpered, and begged as they fucked and used her how they pleased. The brothers were merciless, using the anger from when they had seen Sadie’s profile on the Sugar Babies app to fuck their prey. Marcel was messier as he pushed his cock into the tight ring of her ass. He was an ass man. He loved to see them struggle and beg under him. He had thrust in earning whimpers and loud cries from her while Adrian’s teeth had bitten her nipples. Sucking over the pink flesh as he pressed them. Satisfaction wasn’t in his gaze as he found himself imagining a perkier set of breasts and vanilla-scented skin.

"Tell me you feel it. Tell me the 'Result' is exactly what you wanted. Tell me you want the monster more than the mother." The interaction was explicit, raw, and terrifyingly intense—a dark romance played out on the edge of a literal meltdown. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that forced her to acknowledge the depth of her own ruin. He was sadistic in his pacing, demanding her attention, her breath, and her soul while the monastery groaned around them.