Novel & Cerita Sexual Torture Stories

He answered Claire frowned, gasping silently, she felt bad for him that very moment She looked more closely and discovered his cheeks are redenned “What really happened?” “It’s complicated I don’t want to talk about it now maybe later” He said. “Are you sure you don’t wanna talk a about it now?” She asked “Yeah, maybe later” She said nothing again and stood up taking his bag to the room. Nate stood up from the couch and started staring into space with his hands in his pocket He started reminiscing about the day it started, how she has being sexually abusing him since he was ten(10) How could a human being be so wicked to the extent of using her step son as her sex tool? He never wanted it in

“Sorry, who?” “T-Murek—he is the vicious monster that tried to kidnap you today. He made me watch as he tortured Loretta. He tore her apart…” He stopped—the tears in his eyes now visible. “No, he did more than just torture her—he broke her soul. He literally ripped her heart right through her ribcage and let it dangle on her chest so that I could watch. He made me watch her heartbeat until she faded away.” Gasping, Natasha covered her mouth. “Oh, God, I’m really sorry,” she said, sympathetically.

Caine stuttered and trailed off, and I knew the memories were coming back. "What did he do to you Caine?" I said and held his hands. "All forms of torture. Electrocutions, I was kept in a dark hole for weeks without food, he would hang me upside down and pour water through my nostrils for days" "You were his brother" I protested in disbelief. "It's funny what power and status can drive us to do," he said slowly. "He's evil"

I had one of my boys look into him and his record was truly disgusting. Sometimes, he even kills the people he raps after brutally molesting them. Funny enough, he was a man for all so this means he rapes both young girls, guys, older men, and women. He was an insatiable disgusting prick and what better way to deal with such a human than slow torture till he begs for his own death? “Tell me everything I need to know right now,” I said, signaling my boys to stop torturing him. He spat out blood and looked at me with his bruised face. His eyes were swollen and his lips were busted with blood staining his teeth.

I ran up the stairs and I went into our bedroom and I locked it. My last husband was a sadist and that man was the devil, he had a lot of money but he also had a very dark secret. As his wife that man put me through a lot of things. He was abusive in every sense of the word. There was no room for error in his world and if I dared to say or do something he didn't like, he would lock me up in his sex dungeon and whip me raw, after he was done with the whips and floggers, he would take the sex machine and put in the biggest dildo he had, he would squirt a lot of lubricant on it and forcefully insert it, he didn't care if it was too big or if he was tearing me up, he would then set the machine o

While the girls left me and stayed away from the scene after manipulating me, the boys countered me and hit me. They literally made those older boys abducted me and made me experienced torture, it was brutal and traumatizing. Marks of cigarettes on my arms, stomach, tighs. Hitting me with the belt, receiving lashes on my back and finally, a guy threw a rock on my head making me have a concussion.

“Do you want to hear a story?” Her throat tightened. “…What story?” He leaned back on the couch, eyes half-lidded. “About an eight year old boy who killed his father.” Julia’s pulse skipped. “What?” Ryan continued like he was reciting poetry. “His father was a powerful businessman, whom many feared, until he took a mistress. She taught him how to discard his wife, how to inflict pain on her, and how to humiliate her. The coward learned and became a master of torture." He threw his head back and gulped down the whole thing, then poured himself another glass.

The path I was on was of darkness, where sentimentality had no place, and emotions were discarded like expendable assets. My daily routine was far from typical for a thirteen-year-old. While other kids my age worried about school, friends, and games, I concerned myself with a different set of priorities. Instead of textbooks, my education consisted of lessons of brutal physical beating. How to bind my captives into contorted stress positions, subjecting them to deafening noises. Sleep deprivation my captives to the point of hallucination. How to deprive them of food, drink, and medical care for wounds under limitation so that won't die but they'll live to feel the excruciating torture. How t

” Aaron ~”Yes baby let's go. I need to explain to her how bad this can get, especially the one today. Some of my clients are really damn sick. The cheating spouses normally like body parts cut off, the mob anything from eyes, ears, toes, tongues and fingers but mostly they prefer torture then killing, crooked business men definitely just killing all the other scum like sick fucks that hurt women and children, plain just killing, a slow long death. Aaron ~”Baby this is going to be very bad, lots of blood, are you sure you want to come?”

I asked him. He is looking at me with hatred in his eyes. “Yes.” “That day, he took her to an abandoned warehouse full of loan sharks he owed money to also. They raped her again. Then played roulette on her body. If it landed on red, she was whipped three times. If it hit black, they burned her. She was suspended in chains after being raped and endured hours of pain and torture. Your father then tried to kill her with henbane pills. Your uncle Raul has the medical records to prove it to you. Along with all the pictures and medical records showing the extensive damage done to Thalia’s body. If that weren’t enough, Diego then molested her until she was eighteen.”