Novel & Cerita Sexual Torture Stories

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 heard the embellished stories that had been circulating about me for years. The town loved to inform me about the adventures I had been on and enlighten me about my cruelty whenever they heard a new story about the 'Rogue Alpha.' It was both funny and disturbing that anyone believed them and even more disturbing that there were people who heard those well-spun, fictitious tales and decided they needed to cleanse the world of my dark soul. "I don't think I can do anything without feeling like I'm taking advantage of you." "What if I give you permission to touch me?" Her seductive whisper was pure torture, and I slid my hands down to her hips, holding her still as she moved innocently to

I tried to stop him but he was continuously beating me. When he was tired he began to sexually assault me with s*x toys...... I body continuously reacted to shocks of toys..... And I pleaded him to stop this torture but in return...... He slapped me...and then he used my body for his pleasure and continuously fu*k me...... And make me a puddle of his cum.... I don't know when i passed out....

I said, the pain that I was feeling as I recalled everything that Tomas and Cindy had put me through was unreal and I was struggling with myself not to cry and break down in the presence of the elders. "Could you be more specific about what they did to you?" the first elder asked "He used to have sex with her in front of me and I would have to watch my mate making love to Cindy and they would leave their perfect room and come to my room only to torture me by fondling each other in my presence and as much as I didn't want what they were doing to bother me I couldn't just ignore it. Tomas had a way to manipulate me and make me think he loved me sometimes so there was no way I could escape thos

I'm not up on the pedo psyche, so I'm not sure if that's what turned him off, but once he lost interest, there were days I wished he'd come back because what followed was ten times worst. For the first time, I got to see firsthand what the other caged ones like me had to endure. I've since heard news stories about pedophile rings and abuse, all of them tame and whitewashed. None of those reports ever came close to depicting the real horror that us victims faced. They all sound so clinical and understated, at least to someone who'd lived through it.

The room is filled with a cacophony of gasps and a deafening roar as I struggle to catch my breath, my body trembling with the effort. I sob uncontrollably as I recount the horrifying experiences I endured. “He would forcefully inject me with what he claimed to be a miraculous cure, but in reality, it was a potent aphrodisiac that stripped away any semblance of control over my own body. This sinister concoction made it alarmingly effortless for him to subject me to unspeakable acts of rape, using both sex toys and his penis to assault me both anally and vaginally.”

There was a bandage wrapped around their crotch area, giving him a clue as to what might have happened to them but this was very little of what the doctor revealed when he asked to examine them. “They have been raped very brutally many times, their private parts have been cut and they have been kept starved and don't even talk about the torture they had gone through and Tabrez sir's body has become paralyzed, I don't think he will ever be able to become normal." These were the words of the doctor which filled him with rage.

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.”

He did it to us, filmed it and then made us help him turn them into viewable items for his collection. I don’t doubt there were hundreds of me, tied up, naked and broken in all kinds of disgusting poses with marks of his torture and debauchery on me. He would film his ‘adventures’, his newest ‘kinks’ with his little girls and save them for self-pleasure when he was alone, or to sell to his ring of perverted clients who got off on seeing kids ruined. Sometimes he would make me kneel in front of him and blow him off while he watched them on a screen the size of his wall. A projector, reliving the things he would do to us. I was not the only child he defiled. I was one of many of the poor unfor

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio