Sexual Torture Stories Novels & Stories

"Shut up or I will not hesitate to chop your body into pieces, obey and serve me now" "But sir what if Mila wakes up or madam comes home?" "Give the child sleeping pills so he can sleep for a long time, Lia is at the salon and will be home tonight" Sinta was silent and I handed her a bottle of clear liquid, which is sleeping pills and told her to put it in my son's mouth, he was very forced to obey my will after all completedI launched my action but before that I made her tormented first, only she was the only woman I didn't torture during intercourse. In the past, when my ex-boyfriend had sex, he always tortured me and it became an addiction for me, when I witnessed the suffering of my part

I looked at the man I used to call father,he raped and inflicted severe pain on me,now that I thought I could be free,he sells me into slavery. What kind of a father does that?

This was his truth. “Really?” Sienna asked softly. “Yeah,” he said, his voice steady, though inside, the memories threatened to overwhelm him. “They beat me, put cigarettes out on my feet, used pins on them too, and faked like they were going to cut me and… other things.” He swallowed hard before continuing. “Her and two men... they’d have sex in front of me and then try to make me clean up their you know.... ummm... climaxes after they finished with my mouth, both her and the men. She’d fake being pregnant, saying it was mine, and then say she was going to kill the baby. It was…...it was...ummmm.....”

Silver: He turned back to me and opened his mouth to speak, and his words were nothing but accusatory. “Your roommate told me some of the things she made her and the other girls pass through. How she tortured the girls till they passed out whenever one of their patrons left any complaints about them, how she forcefully inserted pipes and other dangerous things into them, how she killed more than five of the harem girls by force-feeding them experimental drugs, how she has tortured some to death for not obeying threats, and how she has become an expert in covering up the murders. She assured me you both hated her equally, so why is your story different? Are you in any way trying to say that t

I asked looking around feeling nervous about what they will do, the story I heard back home made my heart skip few beats. "We got a new one, she already vomited," the woman tells the other guy, they are much larger than me in size, I'm just the size of a toddler next to them. The guy came toward me, again with the manhandling placing me over the bed he had on. "That not helping" I groaned leaning my head against the bed rest, the guy and woman talked along with themselves before turning to me, he added some pressure to my stomach making me scream with pain. the guy said something else to her before moving me to another instrument laying me down on it. he finally finished his torture and turn

"He'd used something like this on Nigel. The marks look the same." New whimpers clawed their way past my throat. Mayor tilted his head, his cold eyes drilling into mine. "Were you aware, Rali? That you'd been fucking a devil worse than us? All those nights you opened your legs to him and took his cum down your throat, he'd just returned home from bathing in someone else's blood." A chill raked my spine. They never let me forget. Not one night passed without them spilling tales of the Torturer's wrath—how he stripped them of everything, how he crushed their lives.

Picked up something I could not see clearly. "Now we move to the next phase. Psychological torture pairs beautifully with physical pain. I am going to tell you stories about your father. Things he did that you never knew. Things that will make you understand exactly what kind of monster raised you." She sat back in her chair. "Did you know Marcus killed a pregnant woman during a territory dispute? Shot her point-blank because she witnessed a deal gone wrong. She begged for her baby's life. He shot her twice more to make sure the fetus died too." "That is not true—"

That was when I saw her, spread naked on her bed with one hand pinching her tit, while the other was thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy. ‎Ever since that day, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her after what I witnessed. Since then, I had always loved going to visit Juliet at her mom's, not just to see Juliet, but also to catch a glimpse of her mom and wonder how her cunt would feel around my cock. ‎From the way she was moaning that day, and thrusting that big, fat dildo in and out of her pussy, I knew she was having sexual problems. ‎Tonight, I was invited by Juliet to come spend the Thanksgiving night at her place. After the Thanksgiving dinner, we all retired to bed.

“Gorgeous girl. From the South. Sweetest thing in the world, I’ve been told. Found in sandals and a sun dress in the walk in freezer. Was last seen with good ol’ Brody. She’d been raped. And cut, if you know what I mean. Butchered, actually, in a very delicate place. Or so they said. I don’t know. It was covered up, of course, and never talked about again.” “For real?” “Yeah, ‘for real.’” She sighed, her shoulders falling. “This was your boy, Colton. He was bad. I mean, c’mon. Like, legendary bad. He was infamous for making people do things they wouldn’t ordinarily do. He’d link up with someone weak, maybe even, you know, a little off, if you know what I mean, find their Achilles’ Heel, and

Every night, he would use me harder and more violently, and every night, I would cum harder than the last. Soon, ordinary sex wasn't enough for either of us. Graham wanted to inflict more pain, more humiliation. He tied me up and whipped my breasts until they were covered in angry welts. He forced me to drink his piss, his hot urine burning my throat. He made me beg for his cock, degrading me with sexual insults.