The Brutal Telling Novels & Stories

I cried out, tears starting again from how feral he was going, the stretch and depth overwhelming, his cock hitting spots so deep it almost hurt but in the best way. My pussy burned from the rough friction, walls gripping him desperate, juices squirting out around his shaft with every slam, splashing onto his thighs and the floor. He's like an animal now, pounding me into the hard floor without mercy—my back's gonna bruise, but I don't care. I need this brutality, I need him to ruin me. He leaned over me more, one hand moving to my breast, pinching my nipple hard between his fingers, twisting it rough until I screamed, the pain shooting straight to my clit and making my pussy clench tighter

With a completely ruthless, terrifyingly brute force, Aryan aggressively raised his completely shattered left arm, aggressively utilizing the heavy, solid fiberglass cast completely like a lethal, catastrophic weapon. He violently slammed the heavy fiberglass directly against Rohan’s unprotected, deeply bruised jaw. The sickening, wet crunch of the massive guard’s thick facial bone violently shattering completely apart actively echoed entirely through the freezing cellar. Rohan’s heavily bloodshot eyes violently rolled completely back into his completely shattered skull as the absolute, terrifying force of the aggressive blow violently plunged his highly exhausted brain entirely into a deep,

I focus my gaze on him and begin imagining all the awful things I would do to him. I will give him a very slow death. I would start by cutting off his disgusting balls and feeding them to him, making sure he eats every part of it. Then, I will stab every part of his body until he begs me to kill him. He will heal, and we will start over again. With my thoughts focusing on George, the flogging feels less painful. “Stop!!!” Freya screams, storming in. They all look at her. My breath hitches. What has come over her? She is supposed to stay out of it. Alpha Reynolds and his family are all dangerous people.

“Have a seat back on the table please” Sliding back onto the table I wait and wait and wait for what feels like hours before she takes the strip out of the cup and examens it “Your not with pup” relief washes over me and small sob crawls out of my throat then the flood gates on my eyes and mouth open and I’m telling her everything. I’m telling her the horrifying details of the rapes and beatings, I’m telling her the brutal ways they would make me watch as a form of punishment as the raped and killed other female members of my pack. I tell her every terrifying detail of the pain I was forced to suffer at the hands of alpha Banner.

I didn't know what was going to happen to me in that room. I did my research and I know exactly what a sadist is and Bradley said it with his own mouth that he was a sadist. I had no idea what kind of pain or pleasure I was going to get and being blind folded was not helping. I was anxious wondering what tool he was going to use on, wondering what part of my body is he going to touch? When he first whipped me, it came as a surprise, the strike left a sting but I am sure that it was intended to be that way.

The pain is a flash of white lightning that immediately melts into a heavy, dragging heat. He doesn't give me a second to adjust. He begins to move, long, punishing strokes that vibrate through my entire bones. Each thrust sends my chest slamming down into the fur, my face buried in the soft white fluff as I sob with a mixture of agony and pure, unfiltered ecstasy. "Open up for me," Bram’s voice commands from the front.

[Vanessa] Even though I know it wasn't Hunter, I can't get the images of that poor man’s corpse out of my mind. Even though my second assessment revealed that most of the brutalization happened after he was dead, my mind keeps wandering to all the violence he must have felt while his heart was still beating. Somewhere out there is a family without a brother, son, and maybe even a father.

“We’ll do this the hard way.” What followed was horrifying. Alejandro was relentless, his methods became brutal. He didn’t hold back, he threw a brutal punch to his nose, blood splat on the wall like mud, I never knew a person could bleed so much from just a punch, his fury driving him as he extracted the information he needed. The man screamed, his cries echoing through the dungeon, but Alejandro didn’t stop. Not until he had the answers he was looking for. When it was over, the man was broken, his body trembling and his face pale with fear. Alejandro stood over him, his expression very dark, and the assassin’s blood dripping from his hands.

Or several cracks, I should say. This time, the bones broke through the skin. They stuck out, taunting him. “Where is he?” I said through gritted teeth. “I don’t…don’t…kn…ow…” he sobbed, looking at his mutilated fingers. Brayden wrapped his hand around the man’s hair and pulled his head backward, his neck pushing painfully against the back of the chair. A wet cloth slapped against his face before he could protest. Brayden held the cloth, heavy and wet with freezing water, over the fucker’s face. He spluttered and fought against the invasion as Brayden pressed harder, stopping his circulation.

Brode had called me—shaking, wailing, dignity shattered on the floor. In front of this all-powerful master, I realized I'd never win against him. Tears soaked my cheeks, my body chilled from the relentless dildo fucking me raw. I even hallucinated my belly bursting open, blood and guts spilling out through my vagina. "I'm sorry... help me... mmph mmph... wahh... bleeding, I'm... it hurts... it really hurts... I won't talk to any... any ah! guys... ever again..." At the same time, my phone rang next to Brode's hand.