Sexual Torture Stories Novels & Stories

I rubbed her back until she calmed somewhat, then through hiccoughing starts and stops she told me a story that made my blood run even colder. I listened as she told me about the man that had started visiting after she'd had her first period at the age of twelve. I listened to the horror of her being subjected to vaginal inspections by the man and someone she called the doctor. I listened as she spoke of her father standing by while strangers violated her. It was a wonder she had escaped with her virginity or her fucking sanity intact. Heaven only knows why the sick bastard hadn't let them take her back then. I cried in my soul as she cried herself sick in my arms. Apparently the trauma of t

They continued to smack my pussy until it turned red and dripped with juice. I cried as they tortured me, begging for them not to stop. “Please, hit me harder. Harder." They responded to my request, smacking my cunt hard until I cummed from excitement. Satisfied with my horny state, they glided their large cock inside me at the same time. Usually, Henry was too big for me and having the two of them at the same time made me scream and vibrate from the pleasure that coursed through my body. They thrust their hips forward, pounding my pussy hard and rough until all I could see was yellow stars.

Victor’s eyes locked on mine, and for the first time, I saw something beyond his usual arrogance—fear. I took a breath, steadying myself before continuing. “Years ago, I was kidnapped and wrongfully committed to a mental hospital. What should have been a place of healing was instead a chamber of torment.” A murmur rippled through the jury, their curiosity unmistakable. Undeterred, I pressed on. My voice was steady and resolute as I unearthed a chapter of my life so harrowing that forgetting would have been the easier path. “Women were brought there against their will, drugged, beaten, and worse. I was one of them. Victor Woods used that facility to traffic women and exploit them, treating li

That could could freeze an entire sea yet he was subjected to it for ten years, shivering and gnashing his teeth became his habit. This is the first level of torture that Miguel Marcola subjects every toddler slave he buys all over the world to. Boy Ragnar had no one to talk to and in that dark, he grew to become a beast. Everyday, he longs to eat human parts. After ten years had passed, when he eventually clocked twenty years, now ready to serve Miguel Marcola. He was brought out, dirty, striken, bruised and smelling like a dead man. Then he began his slave service. He suffered earnesly under Miguel Marcola, he gets raped by some selected old men and women and must act like he enjoys it. He

I screamed at them crying my lungs out . The man seemed to be intoxicated already and before I knew what was happening ,one of them put his dick into My Virgina . I screamed in pains ,this was one of the worst torture , that I had to go through ,why was this happening to me Right . ."please please ,stop "I began crying and. trying to push them away but my cries were covered by one of them shoving his hard rock dick into my mouth "

"Okay, that was pretty freaky. What would be some of the other strange things you've done?" "I seduced a sales clerk in the changing room of a Department Store. I sucked Master's cock under the table at a restaurant. I've been auctioned off to the winners of poker games, and I've walked a part of the Pacific Crest Trail nude, fucking two complete strangers we met on the trail." "Is there anything you haven't done?" "Lots of things I haven't done. People can get pretty damn strange when it comes to sex. Some people derive sexual pleasure from having pieces of their bodies cut off."

She said. "I know it’s hard for you to tell me all this, but you need to," Xander said, gazing into her eyes. "What about the injuries on your bodies?" Xander inquired. "They don’t only have sex with us; they torture us; they hit us with whips and other objects." The girl replied, Xander could literally, see the bone in her neck she was extremely skinny that she looked like someone who would die any moment from now. “How old are you guys?” he questioned.

Once she was certain he was deep in sleep, she carefully lifted the hem of his shirt. Chloe didn't have words for the horror she felt. That tiny body was a roadmap of agony. Scars—some jagged, some circular—crisscrossed his chest and abdomen. Even the areas hidden by his shorts were marred by old wounds. There were long welts that looked like they came from a whip, round indentations consistent with cigarette burns, and even thin, white lines from a blade. Was this child systematically tortured? Even though she wasn't his mother, her eyes burned with hot, indignant tears. If a stranger felt this much pain, how could his own parents bear it? She immediately thought of Xavier. Could he be the

“The Northern Alphas come here. They’ll pay. They always pay for fresh cunts. Here, she's a virgin. She has never been touched." That word stung. Fresh cunt. Not daughter. Not blood. Not flesh of his flesh. Just a body. Just holes to be sold off. I didn’t even know the name of this place, but I knew what it was. I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half.

I felt a cool metal brushing my already tender nipple. I moaned out loudly. “Quite,” Pedro commanded. A second clamp followed. The vibrator returned, pressing deeper now and even moving faster. I tried to close, but the cuffs held them wide apart. Another whip landed across my stomach. Pedro moves closer again, his finger gripped across my chin. “You said you wanted more of it.” So bitch this is what more feels like. The vibrator pressed harder again. The clamps pull with every breath I take. I felt the whip land across my hip again.