Sexual Torture Stories Romane & Geschichten

“And yet, you will not help me, and I have no choice but to…” He reached out and tore her top from neck to navel. “Cross my own moral boundaries,” he said darkly. “I do not sexually assault women, Aislen Carter. It’s a moral boundary that I have always refused to cross, and one that I forbid my men from doing. We do not rape. Rape, however, is a well-documented and acceptable form of torture, and well known to illicit response when other forms of pain and humiliation have been unsuccessful. I am desperate enough to cross my own boundaries. Do you know how tormenting that is for me?”

“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.”

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!”

"I want you desperate. Begging like the little whore you are." For long minutes he tortured me with the toy, angling it to hit that spot inside me over and over. I writhed on the bed, moaning loudly, sweat covering my skin. "Damien... fuck... I need your cock. Please…" "Say it properly." He pushed the dildo deep and held it there. "I need your cock, sir. Please fuck me. Breed me." His eyes flashed with satisfaction. He pulled the toy out, leaving me empty and clenching, then freed my wrists only to flip me onto my stomach. He tied my hands behind my back this time.

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

Lee stares at, and touches Domino. No way…. My mind winds down memory lane at the time in the basement of his house. Those cells filled with young male wolves of whom I’d at one time during my spy missions on my mate, overheard Theo and another of his colleague speaking about how they’d been sexually abused brutally. The things I heard them say begins to overlay with this current scene and my sickness piques fervently as I come to the eye-scorching realization of something unforgivable. It was Mr. Lee.

,he watched as I swallowed and nodded. "Okay",was all I could get out as he sat beside me and began talking about everything his alpha did to them and how he forced them to comply. I felt sick hearing this but he needed to get it out. "So I will start with why sometimes I'm okay being touched and other times I'm not. My old alpha loved to torture us by forcing a touch on our cocks and asses. He and his wife did sick stuff to not only me and Grant but a few others. His wife would watch as her mate raped us and she loved it. She would laugh when we cried and begged him to stop",he said and tears fell from us both as he went on and on.

He licked me open with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue until I was shaking and dripping, then climbed up and pushed his cock back inside me in one smooth thrust. This time he fucked me slower. Deeper. One hand pinned both of my wrists above my head. The other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. Every stroke forced a soft, broken sound out of me. I didn’t try to stay quiet. Outside the tent the lake was silent. No one came. He came inside me again, buried deep, and stayed there while I clenched around him through the aftershocks. When he finally pulled out, his come leaked onto the sleeping bag in a slow, warm slide.

Lucas did not accept it again. At the fifth-floor landing, a door opened before they reached it. A man in a gray mask stepped out. Adrian moved first. He drove his shoulder into the man and smashed him against the wall. The man swung a black device toward Lucas. The scar under Lucas’s ribs screamed before the device even touched him. Lucas dropped. The world flashed white. He was fourteen again. He lay on a narrow bed with straps around his wrists. A boy in the next room was crying. Milo. Lucas knew now. Milo had been real. Milo had whispered through the wall every night until the doctors punished him for it.