Slave Getting Whipped Meme Novels & Stories

My heart was skipping so fast with my lips quivering. "What a way to ruin my party?" Albin growled. "Why did I got mated to a malodorous low-life slave?" He latched the whip across my body with gritty teeth. "You have grown the spine to stand in front of me and utter those foul words!!" "You humiliated me out there!!" He ran another whip at my back. "Ah!" The sob got stuck at the tip of my mouth as I bit my lips tight and I shrink back in pain at the continual lashing of the whip against my body.

Gianna (18+ Content, read at your risk) * “Do you like it?” he asked when I saw the tail that was hanging outside my butt. “No,” SLAP!! I hissed when he slapped my ass cheek. “Asshole,” “You aren’t to say no to your master.” SLAPP!! “And you absolutely can’t curse me, or you will get punished,” he added, hitting my other buttock. “You agreed to become my whore without knowing how to act like one. That’s why I need to discipline my little whore."

the pig screams in a shrill howl, grabs me by the collar, and slaps me so hard that my vision goes dark. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Sakal growls at his friend, rushing toward me. “You gave her a bruise, you idiot.” “That whore hit me in the dick! Killing her wouldn’t be enough!” the fatty screeches hysterically. “I’m gonna bend this trash over and show her how to behave with men! I’ll fuck her in the ass so hard she won’t sit again! I’ll pound her all the way to her tonsils — her hole will whistle the anthem of Great Zergedia when the wind blows through it!”

The head slave shouted at her. "What?" Leila replied, her face scrunching in confusion. I bit my lip trying hard not to laugh at how stupid she looked. The head slave grabbed Leila by her arm forcefully and pulled her closer. I could see the sweat dripping down Leila's forehead. She whimpered, and her face contorted in agony, as if the head slave was holding onto an iron bar. "You've been missing, and you haven't performed your duties." The head slave snarled and I stood there with a smile on my face, enjoying the drama.

In fifteen seconds, the slave slut climaxed like I did, her pussy juice left to run down to her stretched anus. Master had an erection now, but he surrendered his position as Dominant to Shasta. While he was idle, Master had Lisa give him a hummer. I would have happily done it, but I was still suspended upside down from the cross with my two nether holes filled, in the background for some of Evelyn's and future shots.

"Stay away from my master." Lycidas didn't wait until he finished his speech. He roared, his body shifting in a blur of fur and claws, transforming into a massive wolf. He lunged, pinning the slave to the dirt, jaws snapping for his throat. But I moved faster - my arm shifted into claws and shot out, catching his bite, chrome metal screeching against teeth. I pulled the slave free, shoving him back.

I close my eyes and try to breathe deeply. I look at them again when I feel Harry's hand on my cheek. His eyes say more than a thousand words; he's comforting me. Suddenly, he signals me to sit on his lap. "That's true, I won't deny it. That woman has a sign on her forehead that says 'I'm the sluttiest slut!'" he says, laughing. "Just imagine, the poor thing is probably afraid that her own friend will screw her boyfriend. Believe me, even I would be on alert because that woman is a whore who doesn't respect anyone with a penis. She's..."

Berrilyl's POV I shrieked at the top of my lungs as the whip seared my skin, leaving an instant crimson mark. "Say you're the slave ten times, and this will ease," he sneered, landing another lash. "If you say it well, I might even stop." I glared at him with hatred, and another lash struck me. "Just acknowledge that you're the slave and I'm not, and you might be pardoned," he taunted.

He let go of Evelyn and poured whiskey into a glass and placed it in Evelyn’s hands. “Did she also slap you?” Evelyn nodded, wondering what the glass was for. “Ok… splash it on her and slap her ten times.” “What? Damian, no..” Sasha tried to step away but Damian raised his hand and his bodyguards walked forward and held Sasha in place. Confidence welled up in Evelyn. She splashed the whiskey on Sasha’s face and slapped her but the slap wasn’t that strong. “I said ten slaps kitten. And don’t go easy on her otherwise I’ll tell Mike to do it and he’s very powerful.”

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.