Novel & Cerita Sexual Torture Stories

“I should have waterboarded Jimmy and Marvin for at least an hour.” A laugh full of sadness and maybe a little shock burst from her. Winona would never tell her story to me. We weren’t close enough, but I knew that the men she’d been with had sex-trafficked women for years, that they knew how to torture a woman or a little gray-eyed girl.

He was about to say something when Zachary laughed all of a sudden. “Did you know? Soheila gave mild torture to the people who ambushed us.” He said as he smiled innocently. “She just pulled out their eyes and forced them to eat it. How mild is it?” He glanced at the 'Jacks' who had a pale complexion. “Of course, that's mild torture. The most exciting part was... ” Hector looked at Jackarie from head to toe and smirked when his eyes landed on his private part. “She ordered someone to sliced off their private part and she cooked it.”

“I had our detective, Bolman Underwood, investigate him. It turned out that Gin had been charged with sexual assault down in Louisiana.” Investigators had found an array of sexual torture devices he used on his victims too. Beyond handcuffs, Gin had collected locking ankle separators, ball gags, and X-racks. The images had stuck in my mind. “Wow.” Perry’s lips tightened with thinly concealed jealousy. Her gaze darted from me to Domie, and for the first time, I noticed that she liked him. Her gaze softened on Domie when he asked, “And how long was the jury out? Five minutes?”

SILVAN There is blood. Everywhere. On my nine thousand dollar suit, my shirt, the floor, my hands… everywhere. And the bastard beneath me is responsible for it. Out of the five men I tortured, he’s proving to be the most tedious. “Stay still, you imbecillic twat!” I snarl when he jerks one more time. “Please, please don’t hurt m-me!” He cries, struggling beneath me. “I have children to feed, please!”

Speak more of the impending rape. "Just calm down and be a good girl, Kristen." He rubs his hands on my thighs and his men laugh some more. I am not given the chance to cry out as a rag is stuffed in my mouth, to restrain them. The skinny man is touching every part of my body that he likes. His hands are moving from my bosoms to my stomach and back to my butt. This torture is even worse than death. "Boss, what will you do after we've f*cked her to our satisfaction?" One of the burly men asks.

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

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

Hot water ran over us as he pounded my pussy. “I’m going to fuck this asshole soon, you dirty girl. I just can't get over the feel of your pussy around my cock yet” he promised while slapping my ass. He came deep inside me again, holding me tight as his cum mixed with the shower water By evening my pussy was swollen and sore, leaking his cum all day. My ass had red hand prints. My body was tired but I still wanted more cock Feeling guilty, that guilt is only making me anticipate the next dirty fuck with my stepfather

I needed someone to save me. For the first week, I prayed for help while I received punches and slaps. He pulled my hair and dragged me across the concrete floors. Slapping me everytime I ignored and didnt listen. He knew I could take his hits, I was becoming numb as the days went by and the colder the nights became. He wanted to make me feel pain, but I couldnt. That was not until the second week. He started burning me with cigerettes. He would push my face into the wet cold floor and put them out on my arms, legs and even on my cheek. I didnt think it could became worse but it did, when he started to tazed me. It hurt so bad and my skin was burning like a marshmellow. As the torture becam

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.