Lesbian Whipping Novels & Stories

he ordered the warrior holding the whip, and he returned to his seat, angry. Beta repeated the Alpha's order, "You heard the Alpha's order, twenty lashes!" The warrior positioned himself behind Livia, holding the whip. Without warning, he struck her, causing a loud scream that echoed throughout the area. The punishment continued, with the warrior whipping her relentlessly, seemingly enjoying the task. The pack members' reactions were divided. Some were delighted to see Luna being punished, while others couldn't bear to watch the brutal spectacle. The only sounds heard were the loud screams, cries, and the cracking of the whip. Everyone was silent, no one dared to make a sound. Livia's face w

Lisa commands. "Clint, get the she-wolf some clothes for after," Emmett says quietly. "Yes, Luna," Amber finally squeaks out. Lisa draws the whip back and cracks it perfectly. Amber's body jerks, and she screams when the whip hits her. "I will not touch what is not mine," she sobs Whish, crack "I WILL NOT TOUCH WHAT IS NOT MINE," this time she screams it. Lis must have gone harder. Whish, crack "I will not touch what is not mine," she says, falling forward.

The way he pulled the base of her hair while thrusting heavily, and the way she reciprocated by satisfied moans, makes me forget that this is the mafia. I held back a moan when he let go of her hair as his hand travelled to her neck giving it a pressured choke. Just when I thought they were done after reaching their high, the two girls brought out a pair of whips before assuming a similar bent position. In one swift motion, the sound of whip echoed followed by pleasure as he massaged their red bottoms. And again, and again, and again. Until all I could hear was the sound of the whip and Mr. Johnson’s murder played in my mind. “No, please, stop!” I cried helpless in my mind.

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?

Alpha Joseph stated. “Twenty lashings is not enough for three years of humiliation, degradation, and abuse bestowed on a minor, and a female.” A male in the crowd yelled out. “I agree. She felt it acceptable to whip a pup to the point that she has scars on her back. She also felt it acceptable to shave the pups head for spilling drinks when SHE was the one that caused the girl to fall, and spill the drinks in the first place. Twenty lashes is not a strong enough punishment for her actions!” A female in the crowd stated loudly.

She leaned over and passionately smothered her lover with wanton kisses of her parted lips. While her wounded heart pounded and her body being aroused by such striking beauty, the lamp disgorged a drop of burning oil from the tip of its flame and fell upon the goddess's right stomach. It was unspeakable and unforgivable to taint a glorious body of a god - a crime punishable by death.

My cock throbbed, aching. Aiming my target precisely, I raised the whip, bringing it down in one swift arc. The lashes struck her upper mound, the tip slapping directly across her clit and down to her entrance in a perfect, searing line. Her raw scream pierced the chamber, high and endless, thighs quaking so much as she fought the burning need to close them. She knew better. “Fuck,” Hunter growled low, the scent of his arousal thick in the air, mingling with mine.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

The rich-haired goddess rolled her hips as if she was trying to escape the carnal torture but at the same time aching for more. In the midst of their passion, Hades crawled back to claim her wife's gaping mouth and began pressing herself into her sweet hotness. "Oh, Hades..." Persephone mourned. She felt her wife going and going, deeply searching for the core of her innocence, and when Hades found it, a strike of lightning zapped her whole body. Persephone writhed and twisted with a gripping bliss she had never known.

He turned around, glared at her and then tried to attack her. She pulled out a whip I hadn't noticed earlier and laid a harsh lash on his chest. Eliyah grunted and then let out a scream when La—I shouldn't even call her a Lady anymore, began laying multiple strikes on him, reprimanding all the while, "I told you," whip! "step out of line and," whip! "you'll be punished!" Whip! "But you never listen!" Whip! "She's a fucking Queen." Whip! "Have some respect." Whip! "If you try this again I'll have you butchered." Whip! "Don—"