Lesbian Whipping Novels & Stories

She fought against Loren, who cuffed her against the wall easily. “You owed us two nights, baby girl.” Angie shrieked, as the lather whip landed on her chest out of nowhere, leaving a red mark on her skin. “Let me go. Help!” Her helpless voice got buried in the viscous laughter and strikes of that whip, the soundproof privileged room successfully covered their perverted play. They took turns on her and ravaged her roughly, she lost her mind because of the devil’s play. … Eric’s Alpha tone forced Noah out of the abyss of darkness, his wolf wailed in agony.

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

But he just slapped his cock against my cheek and pushed back in. “Too much? You came like a slut on the vibrator. Now take my dick down your throat.” He thrust faster, his balls hitting my chin. I gagged loudly, more tears flowing. My red thighs burned from the whipping, and my clit still tingled. The echoes played again in my mind, his voice calling me his whore, his cum filling me. It made me moan around his cock despite everything.

They kissed messily, tongues fucking each other’s mouths while their hips moved in perfect rhythm. Lydia reached between them and slipped two fingers into Mila’s tight, dripping hole while continuing to grind their clits together. “Fuuuuck— Lydia— finger my cunt harder— oh shit— you’re stretching me so good— ahhh—!” Mila cried, head falling back. “You’re so fucking wet,” Lydia whimpered, pumping her fingers faster. “Such a nasty, horny lesbian whore for me.” Mila slid her hand down and thrust three fingers deep into Lydia’s pussy in return. “Take my fingers, you dirty slut— mmmph— your cunt is swallowing them— fuuuuck— grind on me while I fuck you—!”

I looked at Liam, expecting him to step between my legs and plunge his cock into me, to fuck me until I screamed and came again and again. Except he didn’t move. I turned my gaze toward Mistress Selene. My mouth went dry. That was not her plan. She approached me with a long black whip in her hand. My stomach clenched and I gasped as she brought the whip straight down on my cunt. The leather snapped across my clit like lightning. My entire body spasmed, a violent jolt of pain and pleasure shooting through me. She did it again. And again. The tendrils raked over my soaked lips, biting my skin. I cried out, the sound echoing off the stone walls. I had never felt anything so sharp, so stinging,

Her battered body swayed, her dislocated limbs twitching involuntarily. Liam sat on a nearby stone block, leaning back with arms crossed, his cold eyes never leaving her. “Begin.” The first warrior stepped forward and cracked the whip. A shrill, animalistic scream tore from Lila’s throat. Silver cut through flesh. The second lash followed. Then the third. Each warrior took turns—whipping her across her back, her thighs, her arms, until the skin split open and blood spilled like ink. By the third round, Lila went limp.

"Yeah. This isn't the first time either. I was whipped once when I refused to be their human slave." I was terrified. I couldn't imagine the type of pain she was in. I had a feeling that being whipped twice in four days was a different type of pain. "And now?" I slowly asked. "I called their Alpha's mistress a whore." Lenny replied and I could hear a smile in her tone for the first time. "What do you mean by -" The huge iron door was roughly pushed open, halting my next question. I watched as two tall and massive men, walked in, smirks on their faces.

Liza was stripped bare down to her most vulnerable state from the moment she was bound. Her head fell limp from defeat as he used a whip of 9 tails against her breast , her toned stomach and lastly against her most intimate of parts. Every lash of the whip against her body felt like a brutal assault, leaving her bruised and broken. It was no longer about pleasure, it was about pain and degradation. She cried out, begging for it to stop, but he only grew more aggressive, pushing her beyond her limits. She screamed her safe word as he attempted to insert 2 then 3 and then 4 fingers she cried out begging him to stop, why wasn't anyone helping.

I explained. "So what happened to Cambri is not your first time?" Unah asked. "Sadly, yes," I answered. I stopped for some moment before speaking again. "During that time, lesbians were punisher by giving them 100 lashes. My auntie suffered that, but she didn't make it. Her body surrendered when the Minister is about to give her the 75th lash. She died that day," I told them. The entire house was filled with silence. I am looking at my feet but I can feel that the three of them are looking at me.

I collapsed to the ground, crying my eyes out as I felt a fracture in my ankle. “Please, don't, I beg of you, Luna." I cried out more as she laid hands on the item I dreaded — a leather whip with double short silver chains at the end. The whip was the source of every slave’s trauma in the pack, except for those who were on good terms with the Luna, but unfortunately, I was not.