Best Whipping Scenes Novels & Stories

She slid the handle of the whip into Sherry's pu**y, and Sherry cried out in ecstasy. "Yes, I need more! Give me more!" Sherry's voice was desperate, hungry, and filled with desire. Allison increased the speed and began using the smooth handle of the whip to fuck Sherry. The whole scene was like watching a movie and this time, I couldn't even take my eyes off it. When Allison finally withdrew the whip, Sherry whimpered in protest. Then Allison turned to me, her eyes shining with mischief. "Would you like to try?" My breath caught in my throat. I stared at them in disbelief, my mind screaming at me to say no, to get out of there, but all I managed was a stutter, "I think... I'll just watch."

THIRD PERSON'S POV Prince Elon unleashes his fury on his naked concubines, whipping them with the heavy leather whips used on slaves. Their desperate screams of fear and pain are deafening as they run around the locked room to escape the lethal strikes of the whip. The mad Prince chases after them, swinging the whip with aggressive force. "You're supposed to soothe my anger, why are you running?" he roars, landing a heavy blow on the back of one of the concubines who wasn't fast enough to dodge. She screams before falling unconscious in front of his feet.

“Did we forget to tell kitten? This scene won’t involve our hands, in fact, it won’t be any part of our bodies touching you. Our words alone can push you to the limit, and we plan to use them.” Her eyes widen at my words, realisation finally sinking in, her reflection in the mirror makes me smile, Jackson swings the whip hitting her breasts, my hands slowly rolling the pinwheel against her body. She is accepting the challenge, I can see it on her face, she is going to fight off the orgasm.

he whispered as he caressed my face, still holding me by my waist,"The very first time I saw you, I knew I was whipped at that very moment," "Oh really?" I sarcastically inquired," The last time I remember, you weren't that 'friendly' though," He chuckled and places a small kiss on my forehead,"I know I made a mistake that day, but now, all I can say is that I am whipped! I want those cherry lips of yours to be mine alone. I want those sparkling eyes to set on me alone, and all of this... is mine," he put his hands on my bum and squeezed it which made me whimper a little, and slap his chest. He just chuckled and continued to lean his face towards mine.

She screams, cries, threatens. I smile. I take the whip. A long whistle cuts through the air, and I tear her little vulgar outfit with a sharp snap. She screams, trying to fight back. At that moment, the others enter: Philippe, Marco, Fernando, and Marianne. - Welcome everyone. The show is just beginning. The first whip crack is violent. She screams. I raise an eyebrow. - Shut up. You’re going to burst my eardrums. Second strike. Third. Fourth. I count in my head. At ten, she collapses into sobs.

“Now, let’s see how you handle the whip.” Cadence’s heart raced as he picked up the whip and slowly swung it through the air. The leather made a sinister cracking sound, and she felt a sting of anticipation run down her spine. Alberto positioned himself behind her, his body pressed against her back. She could feel the heat of his skin, the strength of his arms as he held her in place.

So when I finally slashed the whip across her ass, and it pulled her into a vibrating shock, I was answered with a wail of pain that sounded sweeter than any symphony I'd ever heard. "I can't hear you." I taunted. "A little louder." She spewed profanities at me. In response, I turned the vibration of the whip a tad higher than was necessary. I'm going to whip her back, and when I do, she will experience a type of ecstatic euphoria, unlike any other sensation she'd felt before. It’s not just that the electro-whip would send little shocks here and there, but with time, she would feel the electricity deeper than just surface level that will have her floating in some type of sub-space, and that'

With that, the second whip landed on me and it was from Balif as the torturous length coiled around my waist from the side and landed on my belly and upper chest. I winced in piecing pain and then I crouched to the ground, hugging myself now. I was already crying a bit loudly and giving them a bit of satisfaction but then I wasn’t going to give them full satisfaction by dancing around with dangling breasts. I wasn’t going to allow myself to be soiled in that manner. And they weren’t going to stop whipping me until I did… So who is going to win?

What I had planed for tonight would definitely fall in that category. As the man on the stage had finished with the whip. In my peripheral vision I could see men and women writhing around on their own couches and chairs. The man put the whip down and went to the woman, rubbing all the places the whip had touched her body. She moaned and writhed like she was on fire. Eileen couldn't take her eyes off the show and I couldn't keep my hands off her sopping wet pussy. I pulled the top of her dress down with my free hand and began to suck her breasts while my thumb strummed her clit. She cried out and gushed all over my fingers. The combination of my manipulation of her body and the scene on the s

One of the black-suited subordinates immediately took out a barbed whip that had been soaked in salt water. There was a resounding slap. The whip struck Whitney. There was a tearing sound, and her flesh split apart at once! It was a horrifying sight! The whip had been soaked with salt water, and every flick of the whip made Whitney scream in agony. "Aargh…" The blood-curdling screams resounded in the room and in the entire club. Many of the staff in the club felt goosebumps prickle their skin. Whitney was just a frail woman. How could she withstand such torture?