Lesbo Punish Novels & Stories

“You’re losing your virginity to all of us tonight, but we need to make sure that this is completely voluntary on your part. So instead of us pushing into you, you’re gonna come up here and push that pretty pussy back on seven dicks one by one. Does that make sense honey? Does that sound like something you’d want to do?” I gulp, eyes wide, mind spinning furiously. “I’m sorry?” comes my nervous stammer. “I’m supposed to … ?” But Leo’s eyes are unforgiving as he looks at me, one big hand already fisting that massive cock. “That’s right baby girl,” comes his growl. “You’re gonna push yourself back on seven dicks one by one. So get that pussy slick baby girl, because it’s gonna take a lot of lub

Leo whispered, but his hole clenched hard around my cock in a dirty little spasm that made me groan. Thorne noticed. A cruel smile curved his lips. “He’s still inside you. I should throw you both in the hole for six months. Darkness. Silence. No touch. Just damp stone and your own filth.” My grip on Leo tightened. “Don’t. It was me. I forced him.” “Lies don’t suit you, Jax.” Thorne started unbuttoning his tunic, silver buttons clicking. “I think a different kind of punishment is in order. One that makes sure you both remember exactly who runs this cage.”

“It was a guy, right? A man. And you enjoyed it so much. You’re twenty-two. You’ve never dated. You’ve never let yourself even get close to a woman. Have you ever truly desired a girlfriend? Have you ever... felt this way for a girl?” My chest tightened, a familiar, painful coil of fear and denial. Don’t say it. Don’t let her put a name to the monster. “That’s completely different,” I said, my voice sharp and cold. “This was chaos. This was male-on-male physicality fueled by stress and three gin and tonics. It means nothing about my actual preferences. I was high, Sasha. I was running away from my life and everything else. It was a mistake.” “Leo, that is the most stupid denial I’ve ever hea

Leo, his best friend and enforcer sat across from him, watching and drumming his fingers a bit impatiently on the table. "Don't you think this is a bit much? I get that you want to punish her but, it is a bit demeaning for your wife, don't you think?" Leo said to him, clearly displeased. "Demeaning? Then you don't know Sinora. This is what she does -- take crap as a hobby. She's used to it by now. I could go on and on, and she would take it all quietly." Cassian replied coldly, yet, he didn't look pleased.

Les: “My P.A just recounted everything that needs attention since I left and I think I want to run away. Are you open to the idea of starting over in some foreign country? We'd live like peasants and farmers, no billionaire perks. #itshouldbefun” Me: “Sorry, I'm only with you for the billionaire perks. I guess I have to find another billionaire to date. #sigh #itstoughbeingaprettygirl” Les: “Then I guess I better get back to work. Wouldn't want to lose you to some guy I might have to kill later on. #motivated #obsessedwithyou” Was Les really joking? I couldn't tell. Then I saw the last hashtag and my heart skipped a beat. Jesus. What did I do in my past life to invite this kind of karma?

She remarked bitingly, "You really do treat Caterina well, Simone. If I were your actual biological sister, I guess I could make any mistake without consequence, knowing you'd always bail me out." I furrowed my brow and said coldly, "Caterina has already spent five years being punished for her mistake. Isn't that enough, Maria? I've kept my promise to you for these five years since Caterina was the one who did you wrong and made you suffer back then.

“Tell me why you’ll never cross me again.” “I won’t! I won’t!” Marco gasped, tears streaming down his face. “I’ll pay you back! Just please—” Another strike landed. The sound rang out, a brutal reminder of his authority. Lucas felt a mixture of satisfaction and regret, the punishment a necessary evil in his world. “Remember this,” Lucas said, his voice steady. “You are nothing without your debts. You think you’re safe here, but trust me, you’re not.” The men continued, and Lucas felt his anger subside, replaced by a grim sense of duty. This was how it worked. This was how he maintained control.

"SHUT UP, YOU HUSBAND THIEF!" "I'm not your husband!" "YES! YOU'RE MY HUSBAND! YOU SHOULD HAVE LIVED WITH ME! BUT YOU CHOSE TO LIVE WITH THAT SLUT!" Lesel's anger erupted uncontrollably. The lessons of etiquette as a princess seemed to evaporate without a trace, leaving only trauma. Her tragic love story blinded her. Lesel couldn't even live normally after Leon left. She was helpless. Disguising herself, infiltrating, and killing Arren were things she dreamed of. Lesel didn't care about the price she had to pay!

Wait, the only reason Leo snapped was because I acted all high and mighty, rude and cruel. Then the only solution was for me to act meaner. If I refuse to bow to him, then that should seal the deal right? He would become my master! He’d have to punish me again. He’d have to put me in my place. And maybe, just maybe, the punishment would go further. Maybe I could get to be on my knees for him. Maybe I could worship him the way I’d always dreamed of, take his precious cock in my palm and lick it slowly with so much care, while chanting that I don't deserve his cock.

“You should be studying international market data or worrying about your university entrance scores, not scheduling midnight trysts in the garage block with random socialites! The language you just used on that device was completely inappropriate!” “Oh, please,” Leo muttered, his expression suddenly darkening as he stared at the security printout, the playful warmth from moments ago completely vanishing from his face. He shrugged his shoulders, his voice dropping into a flat, bitter whisper. “Sex is just an outlet for all the trauma, mother. When your blood is constantly pumping with whatever chemical cocktails my father’s medical staff injects into me during the weekly evaluations, you take