Punished Book Novels & Stories

Making a shudder of disgust to run down my spine. " I will fuc* you way harder and better than him doll. You will love it" Sickly smiling to himself. He moves back. Getting up. To look down at me one last time. And I meet his eyes. Showing I wasn't afraid of him. Everyone else settles down on their seats. With the guards rushing forward to hold me up. Roughly dragging me. With the speaker clearing his throat to begin again. " As per the punishment mentioned in the moon book. Any banished wolf regardless of their gender. If found roaming in the pack. Will be subjected to 30 lashes in public while being tied "

Olivia's body trembled; she didn't know what punishment she would face. "I recently read about a very interesting punishment in a book. A man is tied to a cross, and every day someone comes and nails a nail into his body. He won't die quickly; he will feel his body decaying every day but he's alive. Olivia, tell me, do you like this punishment?" Enzo said the most terrifying words in a casual tone. "Please spare me this time. I won't disappoint you again." Olivia absolutely did not want to experience such torture.

] [Punishment Activated. Before I could even process the word "punishment," a jolt, sharp and electric, shot through my balls. It was so sudden and intense that it stole my breath and made my vision white out for a second. I cried out, collapsing to my knees on the bathroom floor. The pain faded as quickly as it came, but the memory of it lingered, a deep, throbbing ache. [Punishment Complete.] [Penalty: 24-hour orgasm denial. All pleasure-based rewards locked.]

Her footsteps echoed away until I was alone in the shadows and mold of the cabinet, with her unsaid words weighing more heavily upon me than dust. I fell back against the librarian’s chair, and opened the book. Its pages had yellowed, filled with faded ink, names, dates and offenses written in neat script. There weren’t many banishments; packs held to their own unless betrayal was too close. I flipped through the entries, my hangover headache retreating to a background throb as I concentrated.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

I said and walked but to my chair. "Kasper"I called and he bowed. "My queen" "Tell my daughter that it's her turn to be the villain in this story"I laughed and he laughter. Catalina "Your about to now"I said and grabbed the first guard by my left and smashed his head on the table,I kicked the one at my back on his tummy and punched the one at my front.

There is only what is fun and what is not. The psychiatrist flipped the report shut and said in a heavy tone, "According to our investigation, Thomas Werther had long discovered the loophole in the reward and disciplinary system Ronald Werther established. "He knew that whenever he misbehaved, Benjamin Werther would be punished. And for him, watching his brother suffer and struggle stimulated the underdeveloped part of his brain to produce pleasure. So, he constantly and deliberately created incidents. "Including the fire. He clearly knew that spilling water on a power strip could cause a fire. He also clearly knew that the fire would burn Benjamin Werther, who was tied up. But he felt no gu

I wanted to ruin his family, his future, and his very name until there was nothing left of him but a stain on the pavement. But I couldn't. Every time I reached for my phone to call her and remind her of her curfew, the image of Olivia bent over that couch flashed in my mind. The sound of her voice calling me that word echoed in the silence. How could I punish her for seeking comfort in a boy her own age? The sickness inside me was growing, a dark, pulsing thing that fed on my hypocrisy. I was her guardian, her protector. I was the one her father trusted.

The motion was abrupt, irritated, stripped of ceremony. The chains flared white-hot for a heartbeat, then went slack. The soul sagged, hooks creaking, ember guttering down to a meagre, ugly glow. Not spent, not erased—he wasn’t done with it yet. Punishment was never meant to be merciful. It was meant to linger. He let it hang there, mind cracked open and raw, as a warning to every other ember in the room. The sight of it—swaying slightly in the furnace-breath, jaw hanging loose—drew a hush of hungry satisfaction from the watching demons.