Lesbian Whipping Novels & Stories

Laura didn't let her complete her statement and Vesperia let out a hot whooshing slap at her too, yanking her head forcefully to face her. "You might be a Lycan but there are certain stages of power and authority we all possess, don't you ever touch me again!!" Vesperia yelled, sending her to the ground and other maids were extremely shocked. A useless Rogue wolf hits their own to the ground, seduces their Alpha, and strips their Gamma off his position. As if they all had the same thought, they all pounced on her!! The amount of hot slaps and whips that landed on her face, eyes, back, abdomen, and legs made Vesperia fall In horrible pain. She screamed in terror as different objects were used

He was drowning in a sea of suspicion and dark, forbidden attraction. "The whip," I said, reaching out my hand. The executioner handed me a specialized lash. The handle was wrapped in rough sharkskin, the length of the leather soaked in brine and caustic spirits, its tip studded with obsidian shards the size of a wolf’s claw. In our world, this whip didn't just take skin—it took the will to live. I snapped the whip once in the air. Crack. The sound echoed like a lightning strike.

My pheromones thickened and filled the room. Elena seemed to feel it. She stiffened, and her body began to shake terribly. The air in the room shifted. Her urgent whimpers sounded in my ears, but they only excited me more. I didn't wait for her to understand what was going on. I picked up the whip next to me, then— I lashed it across her boobs. She cried out. I didn’t stop. I lashed the whip again… this time on her nipples. She trembled and gritted her teeth.

Then, without warning, I bring it down across the girl's back with all my strength, my arm describing a perfect arc through the air. The lash tears through her skin with a sickening sound, like ripping wet fabric. A line of red blooms across her back, stark against her dark skin. The girl's body jerks violently, her spine arching as a piercing scream is torn from her throat. The sound is raw, primal, filled with agony and terror. But I don't stop. I can't stop. In my mind, it's Diana I'm punishing, Diana I'm making suffer for her betrayal. "Slut!" I roar, my voice barely human, more beast than man. I bring the whip down again and again, each strike precise and vicious. "Dirty, fucking slut!"

"Is not just a liar, but a thief! She's a lowlife who dared to steal from me! Now, you get to watch her humiliated, just as it should be!" She swung back toward the Keepers, her hands on her thighs. "Whip her, and don't stop until I give the order." Among the onlookers was Tabitha, her heart aching as she realized what was about to unfold. She wept, clutching her chest. The Keeper who was to deliver the whips stepped forward. He ripped the back of Sheera's dress, exposing her bare skin to the bitter air. Then, he began, using a Val'ka whip. It was one of the few whips that could cause true pain on a wolf.

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.

Another man stood between her legs, thrashing into her pussy ravenously. A bevy of lesbian whores fingered and sucked each other, while gay werewolves blew each other to a howling orgasm. A red head on her knee was smashed doggy style, while being deep-throated by a werewolf in front of her. A thin whimper pierced the noise from my left. One of the men buried his face between the thighs of a whore, fingering her slick pussy, and sucking her clit. It's a fucking orgy in here!

Removing the toy, I push my cock against her sex, pushing inside her and watching her body jump, Jackson swings the whip as I move faster, trying to push her to her limit. “Ready” I look at them both and they nod, we all pull back, and at the same time me and Demitri thrust hard into her, Jackson's whip swings she tries screaming as she orgasms, we pull away, grabbing the whips we whip her at the same time, she wasn’t allowed that orgasm.

“Kneel down, my little dog, and lick my boots like a good dog. - She said. As she knelt down, she whipped her ass. - Say you're a bad boy. - She ordered, while the man licked her boots. - I'm a bad boy. - He said. - I'm your puppy. - He said. - Count the lashes. - She ordered. 1 – A whiplash. 2 - Another lash. 3 – Another lash. 4 – Another lash. The woman was whipping him, hard and every part, ripping his pants and shirt to shreds. There were more than a hundred lashes, at that time, he screamed more like an orgasm. She whipped, then whipped some more, took a five-minute break before starting again. It went like that for the next half hour until she said.

she spat back and then screamed aloud as her buttocks took the full force of a most savage lash of the rope. And so it went on, him demanding she capitulate and beg and her refusing, only then to receive a hard lash on her back or buttocks. “Beg.” “No. Never” Thwack. “Aarggh!” “Beg, slut.” “Go to hell.” Thwack. “Aaaiiieeeee!” Eleven more times he whipped her backside savagely before she pitched forward on her face unconscious but ever defiant. When she came around, Tessa was laying on her side on the grass whereshe had been so brutally whipped. Her wrists were bound together behind