Best Whipping Scenes Novels & Stories

Ava p.o.v Whip. Whip. Whip. The sound of whip and TV were the only thing that could be heard in the silence of the room, I was drained of every last bit of strength I have left. The image of little Nikolai slowly and painfully carving Vince's back, drawing the letter V on Vince's back. Vince screamed and begged Nikolai to stop, but that little wizard laughs merrily as he continues doing his work. For once in the last ten minutes the whipping stopped, I had screamed my voice out with Vince earlier while watching that horrible scene. And now I think I lost my voice, I glanced at Marco for the first time since the TV was turn off, to see him cry as him watches everything.

Swish! The air whooshes and a second later I cry out in pain as the whip lands in my ribs, the searing pain making my breath catch as another lash lands on my legs, I cry out again and this only seen to fuel the Head Slave's anger because she lands a kick to my side.

He twists and moans because the fucker is turned on. Her precision is impeccable and I realize she's probably practicing during her forays to the gym. The club is quiet at that time of day and I would bet she's using one of the private rooms. My wife has mad skills with a whip. She also has a way of entertaining an audience. They stand in thrall of her scene. God, I've missed this. The whip portion of the scene is over as quickly as it began. Lydia lays the whip down before removing the anal plug and cock ring. She unfastens her sub from his bindings. Poor guy never had an orgasm. My wife knows exactly how to leave someone hanging.

Marcus moving back grabbing toys he walks back to her, his hand stroking along her body slowly. Putting the toys down he holds the whip, his hand swinging it over her ass watching her jump and scream. His hand raising the whip again as he swings it, causing her body to fall forward towards the wall as she screams again. "I'm not stopping, not until you finish this way then I will do something else." Anaya nods, her body jumping as she screams, feeling the whip, her mind picturing what might be next pushing her closer to the limit, a scream escaping her mouth as the whip hits again.

She swung the whip slitting the throat of the two with the sharp sliver at the end and the third grabbed her to the ground. Letting go of the whip, she thrust her hand into his chest and burst his heart with her sharp claws. He gagged loudly and coughed out blood on her face until she pushed his body off and rose to her feet taking her whip again. The macho man swallowed his saliva as he was the last left and growled loudly. His form grew larger and his canine grew into sharp fangs as he pulled towards her. She launched her whip but he narrowly escaped and slashed the side of her hand with his claws.

The impact sent a sharp jolt through the clamps, making my nipples tingle with fiery pain. I screamed as the pain shot through me like fire. He kept whipping my breasts, each strike making me tremble and moan through gritted teeth. Then he moved lower, whipping my stomach over and over while still fucking me, hard and relentless. Every lash made my body jolt, my cries spilling out uncontrollably. I was shaking, sobbing, soaked, completely undone. After a few moments, he dropped the whip on the floor next to us and pulled back slightly, then slammed his cock into my pussy. He pounded into my pussy fast and hard, one hand wrapped around my throat as the other grabbed my left breast, squeezing

Impatient, Tarantino grabbed her by the strap and, with a tug. Rivera's breast spilled free. Smooth, pale, and beautiful. Tarantino's eyes darkened, and a hint of approval appeared in them. “Exactly what I like." He raised the whip in the air. The whip landed straight across her chest. “Ah!" “What a delightful moan," he exclaimed and raised the whip in the air again. Rivera burst into tears. Maybe she shouldn't have tried to escape. Maybe Vespertine wouldn't be so hard on her if she hadn't.

That Presley was a well versed whip player was obvious and she found herself wanting to kneel, to bow her shoulders and allow that whip to play along the sensitive skin of her back and shoulders. Presley felt the first surge of endorphins flooding her system as she held the gorgeous and well broken-in whip in her hand. It felt perfect there and she turned to see Kelliann looking at her with an expression of utter longing on her face. That was all it took. The two of them exchanged that one smouldering look and then Presley was in front of Kelliann, her free hand ripping at the soft T-shirt that Kelliann wore, tearing it away. Her silky red bra followed; it fell to the floor and Kelliann shiv

Her mouth opens and closes again , but no scream leaves her lip. "You see my men here? They always wanted to have your useless body." James says crouching down at her level, holding her jaw in his grip and zooming in the camera to her face. "Now that no one wants you....why don't we first have some fun with you?" Tears stream down her eyes as she moves her head in a no. To only have James push her back. *Slash* The whip tears apart the front of her shirt near her chest,and Ethan loves his head to a side. Not able to see this.

Covering my vision with her beautiful body, my wife savors a smile full of herself, taking my attention to her attractive lips colored by a red tone like blood, seconds before she takes the elongated base of the whip against her teeth and slides her tongue through the black leather, rubbing it vertically on her tongue, with a malicious smile that has me imagine a certain part of my body I get hard right away. I can't help but notice how the striking points on her face become even more contemplative as she takes her time to have all the confidence and freedom she needs. She captivates me in a predatory and intimidating look, while very slowly touching the wet base of the whip against my chin,