Sexual Torture Stories Novels & Stories

He was a much bigger enemy than anyone in the room could have predicted. Next came Tia’s revelation. The last thing Tia wanted was to relive the weeks when she was abused and caged like an animal. At the tender age of nine, she endured all types of torture, from lashes of a riding crop and fists to the testing of electrocution and forced submission. The electrocution attempts were the moment of awakening for Meadow. That was the moment that the Goddess granted permission to Meadow to come forward sooner. A blessed wolf can never submit to anyone, not even their chosen mates. They were always to be equals, never less.

Chapter 103 I don't know how long I've been kept in this basement. I can't really say for certain, but what I do know is that I've been tortured with icy water that was dunked on me. I've been slapped around and beaten within an inch of my life. I've almost been raped but the scorned woman said she didn't want any of her men to touch me so I could be tight enough for all the men I would get to sleep with at the brothel I will be taken to eventually.

Gray's hand reached for me, wanting to offer me some form of comfort, but I hadn't been able to comfort Will then, and Gray couldn't comfort me now. "He was being tortured sexually, while his stepfather's friends watched, and I later learned, participated. One of them came after me, trapping me, and locked the door behind me. Will and I made eye contact, and that's when Will offered himself as a sacrifice to keep any of them from touching me. The men agreed, using every part of his body available, but they forced me to watch and groped me in ways no woman should ever be touched much less a fifteen-year-old girl. They threatened me, told me what they'd do to Will and me if I spoke a word of a

Children like us who are raped and tortured in front of us when we don't follow what they want. Up to the red room, where the girls who don't follow are taken. After being tortured, whip the body several times until it weakens and your body gives up. Full of blood, blood of suffering. Amanda and I were ordered to clean it once, we were still crying and we couldn't stand the overwhelming smell. We are just thankful that we escaped there. But the nightmare always visits us in our sleep. It even got to the point where we were taken to a psychiatrist.

If this was some test by some supreme being, this test was more than Sora could bear. Sora lost his parents at a tender age, he was raised by homeless people, he lost his first mate to a war while pregnant only to watch his first husband's mother die and be forced to murder his sister. He was kidnapped, locked up unjustly, serially raped, brutally beaten and tortured. He was forced to get pregnant with the child of his rapist only to come to love the child born from his predicament and have it ripped away like how a year of his life was taken from him under a psychopatic criminal.

I asked. "I've heard the old people here speak of a demon baby which had last been brought to the earth five decades ago and grew up among humans. Draining them of every energy." She explained. "There is no such thing Peggy. Stop believing everything they say. It's not true." I opposed. "Then let me take my bath for St to be on the safe side. They had said that two people had sex without bathing on Halloween night and the woman only gave birth on the next hallo..." She said.

Sean “Okay, here’s how it’s gonna play out. This is the last time I’m asking you to sit on my lap. There won’t be a next time. However,” I raised my voice, patting the bulge between my thighs, which was becoming thicker and bigger by the second, “if, at some point, you end up coming to me asking for sex—and call me a psychic, but I have a feeling your pussy didn’t get the last word when it comes to my cock. I’m going to torture you with so many orgasms, you won’t be able to feel your cunt for a month. It will not be pretty.” I shook my head gravely, my eyes still holding hers. “Not pretty at all. I can let you talk to one of my victims. She survived to tell the tale, and now she can’t have a

And because of that 'incompetence' that they called it, I was traded into a trafficking ring for supernaturals. From the time I was ten years old, I was beaten, sexually abused and physically tortured by other Demons in the trafficking ring. But luckily for me, I was able to escape while helping the others that were there with me escape. I used that experience I gained from those unfaithful years of torture to push me through to being what I am now. A ruthless and successful human and supernatural savior, if you will.

she said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I don’t know how accurate this is, but I heard she used to lock him up in a cellar and have him beaten and then she’d have sex with him when he was all weak and sweaty with cuts and whip marks all over his body and on the verge of death. It was like her twisted type of kink,” Bronwyn said. She might be right. That looked a lot like the drawings I saw. That was awful. I want to meet Sophie and set her on fire.

As she spoke, she gestured toward her lower body. Charlotte understood immediately. She gave a small laugh, finding it oddly fascinating. This was the first time she had ever heard of chemical castration. She wondered how Sean’s men had managed it. Megan gave her an incredulous look. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sean’s methods are ruthless. He made sure Thomas would never be a man again.” Summer said coldly, “He had it coming. You have no idea how many girls he assaulted in Sterling City. Some were so traumatized they fell into depression and even committed suicide.”