Slave Getting Whipped Meme Novels & Stories

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

"The crowd has spoken. I'm going to give you twenty licks with a riding crop, then I'm going to fuck you hard for their entertainment and my pleasure, Slave. I'd make you count, if your mouth was free." He chuckled darkly. "Brace yourself. This is going to hurt."

I haven’t been whipped in a long time and that’s only because I’ve tried as much as possible to obey the slave master and do everything he tells me to. I hate the slave master. He’s a short man with a fat belly and I’ve always thought his face -which despite his disgusting personality- was too cute for him. He whips humans- slaves- for the dumbest of reasons. I once had a cell mate who the slave master beat to death because he asked her to smile and she retaliated by spitting in his face. An act that she paid for with her life.

Just as I was about to turn away, she grabbed my hair, yanking me back and causing me to wince in pain. "You dare not leave without taking the money," she ordered, her voice dripping with contempt. The entire class watched with cackles of laughter, making me the subject of ridicule. "I would like to go down on her," I heard the most disgusting comment uttered by someone in the back. "You’re a fool. You want to go down on a slave? An object of ridicule?" another voice sneered. "Well, there’s nothing wrong with what he says. Slaves were used for pleasure in the past, even by kings," someone else chimed in.

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

The guard gripped my arm and dragged me back to my basin. His whip came down over my back for good measure as he laughed. Walking away, he spat in my direction. “Precious little princess rejected by the king!” He laughed and I was again reminded of what had just happened. Down here as a slave we weren’t allowed to have feelings. I wasn’t allowed to mourn for the mate who didn’t want me. I had to carry on with my work as if nothing had just happened, and I did. My mind and heart were fighting over whether I should be angry or totally devastated while my body just kept on working.

Jack answered. I drunk two shots of vodka in one huge gulp before I said I was ready. And all of a sudden I felt a slap on my left cheek before Jack’s lips roughly touched mine and later on going down to lick my ear lobe. I am very sure he must have given me a hickey “’He is watching us. You better not do something stupid.” He whispered into my ear as he reached into the bag to get me a whip. “Now spank my ass with that whip.” I did exactly what he requested and I heard him groan loudly, I don’t know if it was out of pain or pleasure but I almost laughed at how funny his face looked making such a sound.

"I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not going to admit any fault." Grandpa Moses waved his arm impatiently. Thwack! The butler landed another lash on Sally's back. "Do you admit fault?" "No!" Thwack! "Are you still going to be stubborn?" "I didn't do anything wrong!" Thwack! The butler brought the whip down once again on Sally's back with all his might. Sally could not straighten her back because of the pain. She gritted her teeth and braced for another lash. Surprisingly, she heard the crack of the whip but did not feel it on her body.

The female slave let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back as she surrendered to the sensation. Chloe smirked, her hand reaching for a whip hanging on the wall. She tested its weight in her hand, the leather soft yet menacing. With a swift motion, she snapped it lightly, the sound cutting through the air like a crack of thunder. “Faster. Harder,” she ordered, her eyes never leaving the slaves.

she yells ,tears begining to fall freely from her eyes . "Please Cora ,do not listen to her ."he pleaded with her ,his angry gaze on Lydia. "Oh she didn't even know the fact that ,you plan to make her my personal slave after you got tired of her and the fact that you want to make her serve the club house "she smirk evily at him. "Oh ,Why I was busy trying to make things out ,I was considered a slave fit enough for a slut ."she said to her self .The tears falling freeking from her eyes .