Chastity Slave Punishment Mga Nobela at Kwento

Charles said. My heart tightened. The feeling of being exposed is not good at all. How should I escape from here? In contrast to me, Jack was incredibly proud of having grasped my mistake. Surely he will use this to demand Charles kill me. But Charles' following words turned the situation upside down. “She misrepresented my orders. The correct order was that from now on, if anyone forced an enslaved person to have sex, they would be severely punished, not only you. If you repeat the offense many times, you can be castrated or killed.”

Seeing this, James brought out the whip as he signalled one of the guys who walked towards him and collected the buckets from Sophia who was looking at them so lost and tired. Is he going to set me free? She thought and immediately she felt something so hot on her as she yelped out in pain. The first whip landed on her wet body and instantly tore her top as she whimpered in pain and tears struggling to fall but she held it in so well. The punishment continue till it was night time when Ice Pick grant their freedom. Worst day ever for Sophia as Lila helped her up from where she was lying down as she allowed the tears she had kept in flowed freely down her cheeks.

She said while Simon growled. "Don't get on my nerves, you are a slave. You have no right to talk back at me" "Then punish this slave, why are you short of ideas to deal with me. Or putting me here isn't enough of you, master" Simon grunted and asked one of his guards to open the door, he entered and stand her up, leaning his weight against her. "Don't test my patience, Imogen. I have a lot of ways to punish you, am sure you know that. If you want me to punish you like the other two slaves that died then I will" He threatened, and she looked at him disgusted.

She didn’t even say a word. I pulled the whip back and slashed it against her ass, she cried in pain, throwing her hand back to cover herself. “Move your hand or I’ll whip them too,” I growled. She shook her head and I pulled the whip back once again, this time striking her hands. She pulled them back and she cried, I could smell her fear in the room, her anger. Something Violette never did. She was never afraid when I whipped her. How is it that a slave can take her punishment better than Minerva? This strong woman who was beaten by my cousin constantly. Hurt in many different ways by his guards when they stormed my castle and took over my throne.

I ask sternly as I hold his hips tightly to hold him still. "I'm sorry Master, it came out of nowhere please forgive me!" He begs as his body trembles with fear. I sit up and keep Mason on my dick as he anticipates a punishment from me. I lean to his ear and his body tenses up. "Such a bad slave, I think you deserve a punishment for that. How about I don't let you cum for a week? Or I could whip you until you're bruised? What about an electrical dildo, those really hurt. Although you'd like that wouldn't you slut? You love the pain I give you," I whisper in his ear as his body reacts to me, his hole clenching around me as I list off punishments.

"Well, Gentlemen, it looks like we get to the entertainment part of the evening sooner than usual. Let's start with punishment. 12! You weren't looking where you were going, were you?" Thank God she just shook her head and didn't actually reply, or I know it would have been much worse. As it was, after consulting with her Master, they agreed 10 strokes of the switch would be her punishment. A St. Andrews cross was wheeled in and 12 was chained to it, much like I had been chained this morning. I could barely see some of the thin welts on my ass when I looked, but the welts left on her ass by the switch were huge, and bruised. She screamed her little blond head off while they switched her. Fro

Never in my whole life had I wanted to cum so badly, wearing one with almost no relief since 7:30 last night. The new slaves were frequently punished as well, for the tiniest infraction. The male slave would get his cock whipped if he didn't get hard when told to do so. It didn't happen often. Mistress usually administered the punishments. Only once, was I told to punish the tall lesbian girl. I think she wanted to witness my Dominant side, though as soon as I finished, I was on my knees licking her cunt again. She didn't want me getting too big for my britches.

Mistress Hawthorne tapped the floor with her whip, reminding us to look up at her. "However, you need to be punished because of the chaos you caused with your bickering." "Everly and Mera will be severely punished. Beaumont, you take them to the punishment cell now. Don't show any mercy." Whenever a slave made a mistake, they would be taken to the punishment cell. For as little as half an hour or as long as a day. Mistress Beaumont is the she-wolf specialized in punishing slaves. She arranged for four she-wolves to escort Everly and I into the punishment cell.

They could serve him all the time, and he could fuck them whenever his will said so, ignoring their pleas; while his two slaves died because of unbearable pain caused by his huge pleasure stick and his stamina. If he hadn’t gone a little soft on her, she would have fainted in just the first round. He was just waiting to sun go down as it will start her work as his slave and he was in his full mood to show her he was her master and how to pleasure him like hell as he wasn’t found in heaven.

He hugged Chad's leg and begged frantically. Chad looked at him emotionlessly, swinging his leg to kick him at the wooden cart, his voice cold. “Who do you think you are to touch my body?” Having said this, Chad ordered Robert, who had been by his side for a long time. “Take her for treatment, and he….” Chad paused for a moment as if thinking, then continued. "For becoming a slave, anyone can torture; if you don't do well, it's okay to be beaten to death."