Novel & Cerita Stripped And Punished

I wasn't smart enough, not smart as them, and they caught me in action. And what did they do to me? Of course they stripped me and gang raped me again. Soon enough, this became one of my sweetest punishments and I started to commit offenses so they could come get me and of course dig that dick into me.

“Ethan, if killing you could bring back Lily and my child, I would do it without hesitation.” “But it can’t.” I knelt down, looking him straight in his terrified eyes. “Death is a mercy you haven't earned.” I stood up and turned to Rogan, delivering the cruelest sentence of all. “Rogan, I want you to Strip him of his wolf.” Stripping a wolf of its spirit. It was a punishment worse than death. It meant he would lose all his werewolf strength, his senses, his healing. He would become a useless human, weaker than even an Omega.

“I’ll do anything! Please don’t—” His words turned into an agonizing scream as I pressed the glowing brand to the side of his neck. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as he writhed on the floor. I pulled the brand away, leaving an angry red “W” seared into his skin. Jake stood, his face sour. “You’re hereby stripped of your prospect status and banished from Warriors territory. If we ever see your face around here again, you won’t get off so easy. Understand?”

Hard labor was nothing new to me. “A sex slave,” he added. My stomach twisted. “What do you mean?” I whispered. “Strip,” he commanded. He began unbuttoning his own shirt as if he hadn't just dropped a bomb on me. I hesitated. I was expecting insults, slandering and difficult chores, not this. "What are you waiting for?" He tossed his shirt onto the bed. I obeyed, my fingers trembling as I loosened the last ropes that held my gown. I turned away to shield myself, my pulse hammering in my ears.

I added it purposely just to make these arrogant Alphas, Betas, and Gammas want to fight with me. They burst into laughter. “Alright. We’ll fight with you. As for the punishment...” one of them said and decided, “Loser must strip naked and leave the training center!” The others laughed wickedly as they heard that Beta’s suggestion. I saw Hayden’s face turned gloomy and he opened his mouth to speak. To reject the idea, I was sure of it, but I spoke before him. “Alright. But I want to add another punishment since the first one came from you,” I agreed without hesitation.

Alpha Joseph stated. “Twenty lashings is not enough for three years of humiliation, degradation, and abuse bestowed on a minor, and a female.” A male in the crowd yelled out. “I agree. She felt it acceptable to whip a pup to the point that she has scars on her back. She also felt it acceptable to shave the pups head for spilling drinks when SHE was the one that caused the girl to fall, and spill the drinks in the first place. Twenty lashes is not a strong enough punishment for her actions!” A female in the crowd stated loudly.

The punishment was only greater if I had truly sinned. I made an effort to return to the present moment and tried to calm the trembling in my hands. I felt so weak. Ten lashes and forty-eight hours without food—that was my final punishment for dropping an apple on the ground. I tried to remember the rules: never look anyone in the eye, never speak unless addressed directly. But who would speak to me, a slave, a nobody?

“Spread your legs. Wider.” I did, trembling. He kicked them apart further, then dropped behind me—teeth sinking into my ass cheek, hard enough to draw blood. I yelped; he slapped the other cheek—repeatedly, the cracks echoing over the chaos. “Count, slave. And thank me.” “One thank you, sir. Two thank you, sir…” Twenty strikes. My skin burned, welts rising. He stood, freeing his cock massive, veined and rubbed it against my entrance. No lube, just spit. “Beg for it. Beg like the whore you are.”

“Yes?” He smirks. “Am I going too rough?” “No,” I pant out. Slowly, he begins to stroke my thighs, squeezing and kneading. “What… what did you decide about my pack?” “Cut them off, like you asked.” Ares’s eyes flicker to my mound. “Stripped them off of their funds, left them to fend on their own.” “It’s a good punishment for them.” I swallow hard as I feel the pleasure slowly building up into climax. And he hasn’t even touched me there yet. “What are you going to do now?”

"To be stripped and ogled like a fucking whore." While her fury is obvious, that had been the whole point of this exercise in the first place. So when I give her an indifferent, full-body shrug, the intended effect is twice as potent. "That is why it is punishment, Thirteen. You're not supposed to like it." "You're a fucking asshole."