Novel & Cerita Sexual Torture Stories

My body and my personal choice being taken away from me by force. I have been enduring psychological torture since I have arrived here, the constant hands touching me are nothing compared to the psychological torture I am suffering, I have earbuds on playing constant sounds of crying babies keeping me awake and from time to time the sounds stop and I am allowed to sleep for a few minutes and then the torture continues. I am sleep deprived, my head hurts and my body, well I stopped felling my body as a way of disassociating from the constant hands touching my breasts and my pussy.

he begs. I pull the knife out, aim for a kidney and close my eyes as he screams again. The words are an incoherent babbling. They flow over me like rain washing the shame of my failure away. I might not have been able to stop him hurting Celia, but this fucker was made to hurt women. During torture he admitted to Peter he’d been raping his little sister since she was nine, raped six other women. A month ago he’d killed a woman for the first time. He called her a woman, but at fifteen she was a girl who was easy to overpower, rape, and suffocate when she fought back a second time.

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

OUR BODY, OUR CHOICE, WE DO NOT CATER TO YOUR SICK DESIRES! "My name is Santa, I was once trafficked by a friend of mine. He was a student from my high school, and the son of the principal. He and his father worked hand in hand to sell off some of the female students in the school to the pimps who would in turn ship them off to coutried llke Mexico, Brazil, Spain, Costa Rica, and so much more. It was due to the tenacious efforts of my parents, siblings, and some of the women of the police force, who worked hand in hand with the general public to find me. I spent six months in their custody, suffering through different horrific actions done to my body. I still suffer through the effects of th

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

telling him her childhood embarrassing stories. Stupid! Stupid! "I didn't have cleithrophobia until ..." he broke the silence and she looked at him. His lips were pressed and he was tightly interlocking his fingers. "I was kidnapped when I was ten and they shipped us across the ocean... We were packed like sardines in wooden crates. There were ten of us... all boys... Mikhail..." he nodded. "I met Mikhail and his brother Alexei there..." He gulped and Jacques could see his eyes reddening once more. She should say his story is far worse than her story.

He kicked my legs wider, exposing my dripping cunt and tight little asshole completely. “Ass up higher, brat.” His hand cracked down on my right cheek. SMACK! Hard and sharp. I yelped, the sting blooming hot. Another smack on the left, then five more in quick succession, turning my ass bright red and throbbing. Every slap made my pussy clench and leak more. “Count them, you filthy girl.” “One… two… fuck… three… four… ahh!” By ten I was panting, tears pricking my eyes, but my cunt was gushing. “Please, Mr. Sinclair, I need your cock now. I’m so empty.”

I asked the stubborn woman who was looking at me as if I didn't understand her. I remember when the mayor's son was arrested for sexually abusing Morgan's cousin, Joanna Wright; the news had disappeared overnight online, and the police had released the man for lack of evidence. The mayor's son was later found unconscious and naked in an alley with minor bruises on him, and he had vowed that it was Morgan who had tortured him. The man was full of anguish as he described the inhumane torture meted out upon him, but it was such a pity that the few bruises on his body told the police a different story.

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