Sexual Torture Stories Romane & Geschichten

Not only these but the books also include FF, MFF, MFM, FFF, FMF and also RH style (3 men 1 woman) and lastly MFFFM. The books are not just happy smut either! As it features navy seals, there is also aspects of Kidnapping, attempted rape, talk of DV, drugging, addiction, torture and more! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! ~☆~☆~☆ Prologue PT 1 ~☆~☆~☆ My feet barely touch the ground as I run, pain radiates throughout me and I bite back the screams as I run through the streets practically naked. Stopping at the door I knock, and watch as it opens, her eyes widen, and I see every emotion flood through her as I collapse into her arms. She says nothing, just helps me into her small apartment. I watch as she

Stroke, CRACK, scream. And then it stopped. After a heartbeat, a year, I was aware I was unchained. My body was supported as I was wrapped in a blanket. Someone lifted me and placed me belly down on a flat, wooden surface with my legs propping me against one edge and my face hanging off the other edge. My hands were chained again, this time out to the sides, away from my head. My ankles were chained again. I was still floating as I feel a cock slide into my dripping cunt and another cock slide into my throat. A different feeling on my back, lots of sharp strands all at once, the flogger strands hitting in time with the cocks in me. I knew the one in my mouth is Master Josh -- I can tell ever

She screamed in frustration, her body trembling on the precipise. “Did I say you could come?” His voice was like ice. He brought the still-buzzing toy to her clit, holding it there, letting the intense, direct vibrations torture the swollen bud. “You come when I tell you to. Not a second before.” He circled her clit, the sensation so overwhelming it bordered on pain. “Now, beg properly. Tell me what a deceitful whore you are. Tell me how much you need my dick to punish your worthless holes.” Tears streamed down her face. The pleasure was a torment. “I’m a whore!” she sobbed. “A lying, deceitful whore! I need your cock! Please, Simon, I need you to fuck my worthless pussy! Please, I can’t tak

For a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex. This is a fictional story and my opinion is that any form of nonconsensual and forced sex is considered rape, unless it has been consented in advance. I don’t believe it is right for any man or woman to abuse another person, like Alessio does, in a relationship or outside one.

Jessica instantly understood what was happening. Some men have been hurt, or carry shadows from previous experiences, or maybe have perverse sexual desires and can't get an erection normally. It was clear that Saxon belonged to the third category. With her wide eyes, she refused to shed tears... As long as she didn't cry, he couldn't do anything to her. It's no wonder that he tortured her so slowly before and then became so crazy afterward. He simply couldn't get an erection... Jessica wanted to burst into laughter... But in the next moment, a flurry of fists rained down on her, landing on her body, chest, shoulders, and abdomen... Heavy punch after punch, Saxon even raised his hand and slap

Her body is already so battered that the slightest touch is excruciating. "They're all like this. At first, they complain, but then they like it rough," the man's laughter sends shivers down the young woman's spine. She mentally begs her mother to help her escape this torture. "They ask you to put it in every hole. They become real sluts when they have a virile member inside."

He is making it sound like she is a whore who fuck around with boys. She isn't that much scared of his torture but she is scared to be raped. After her molestation in childhood she is afraid of forced sexual actions. "Never mind now they are mine to do anything I want." He said and pinched her both nipples together hard Turvi screamed in pain as he was rough with her and his touch had nothing soft. But it came out as muffled sobs due to the handkerchief He slapped her breasts for 5 times until they became red.

"He didn't waste time with talk. He just... he drove into me. It hurt for a second, Bridge. Not a bad hurt, but that 'too much' kind of hurt. He stretched me until I thought I’d break. And then he just started hammering. No rhythm, no grace, just raw power. He was marking me. Every shove felt like he was saying 'mine.'" "And you?" Bridget asked, her own breathing sounding shallow. "What did you do?" "I screamed," I said plainly. "I didn't care who heard. I scratched that expensive mahogany desk until my nails hurt. I called him Professor. I think that’s what did it. When I said his title while he was buried inside me, he just snapped. He hit my clit with his hand and kept thrusting until I s

"Now, I am going to tell you my side of the story, and you are going to listen quietly. Afterward, yell as much as you want." I ignored the way her eyes glared daggers. "I didn't kill the bastard but only locked him up in a secluded house and under a guard. And yes, I did torture him. When you had told me about the bits and pieces of the incident, I dug around on suspicion. It turns out that you were not the first victim. Now, I wasn't trying to play the hero, but I was utterly disgusted. I plucked him off the streets, which was easy because Viktor hired a dumbass, and gave him a taste of—what we call in BDSM—cock-and-ball-torture."

I was tortured daily as well, sometimes I'd be flogged with a whip soaked in wolfsbane, burnt, lacerated with knives, tortured by having my nails removed, beaten mercilessly till I passed out, had my limbs sprained or broken multiple times, choked and nearly even drowned. Tanika went further into sadism, she pierced my cock and nipples and she began to engage in cock and ball torture, she even went as far as burning my balls and that's why I assumed that if for some reason, I got to feel the warmth of a woman again, I would never be able to have kids. While the flashbacks of my terrible experiences kept playing in my mind, the dungeon door rattled open and a chill ran down my spine. With wha