The Weekend Whip Novels & Stories

I say as I walk toward Xaver and Enrico. Tears begin to moisten their faces as I make my way toward them. I walk behind them toward my wall of weapons. I put the knife aside, needing something more effective for this moment. My eyes scan over the various options, landing on one in particular. A custom-designed whip with metal shards on the end. Creating multiple lacerations in one single hit. My mouth salivating from the choice, I pick it up and walk back to the men in the chairs.

I feel dizzy, my body is weak and feverish and I can’t sense the other werewolves on the island. I cough and drop to the ground. That magic is the real deal. The whip is not all-powerful, but it can derail a werewolf. Its use depends on the human who’s using it. That’s why the Owusu’s are trained from a very young age to use it. There are only what? Twelve of those whips around? Although, Nowra said that they have mimicked its qualities outside, but not as powerful as the original.

I lean my forehead against hers and whisper, "Why? Lise, I give you everything..." I watch as tears stream down her cheeks, but she doesn’t answer me. I step away from her and over to the wall of whips. I pick out 2, a multi-strand leather flogger, one with a hint of silver and wolfsbane coating and a hard whipping cane, one designed for pain, pleasure and punishment, the other designed for pain and punishment.

One of the black-suited subordinates immediately took out a barbed whip that had been soaked in salt water. There was a resounding slap. The whip struck Whitney. There was a tearing sound, and her flesh split apart at once! It was a horrifying sight! The whip had been soaked with salt water, and every flick of the whip made Whitney scream in agony. "Aargh…" The blood-curdling screams resounded in the room and in the entire club. Many of the staff in the club felt goosebumps prickle their skin. Whitney was just a frail woman. How could she withstand such torture?

He spoke to Zeke, "I don't think that woman is about to talk. Start with the torture." "Yes," Zeke responded. Then he took out a soft whip from his clothes. The whip was half translucent while a golden halo was circulating on it. It was the Spirit Whip exclusive to the Godly Region. Once it was used on a person's body, not only did the person suffer physical pain, but their soul would also suffer tremendous torment. Zeke swung the whip in the air once. Then he looked at Rachelle and said, "I'm giving you one more chance. Are you going to talk?"

I crack the whip a few times and smile as the sparks fly. I do it one more time and watch him stiffen and sit up straighter from the sound. The crack of this whip is louder than most. It sounds like a low rumbling thunder storm. It’s made from thick leather with silver laced claws and is enchanted with wolfsbane, Paralytic Venom and the holy fire that always burns and cannot be put out unless the person who activated wants it out. Thanks to Vor and Wendy we have plenty of items to help with getting information out of people. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk this out?” I asked in a mocking tone knowing he won’t do it.

I needed a weapon for her that would keep her at a comfortable distance but would provide wounds similar to the ones she has endured. “Does anyone have a long whip?” Jax offered me a devilish grin and disappeared. My experience with him earlier told me that he probably owned so much more than just a whip. The whip he produced moments later was an old one. It was made of cowhide leather and along the length of rope, tiny blades were embedded into the leather. “Oh, this is perfect for what I have in mind.” The crowd shifted with unease and with anticipation to finally see Seamus get what he deserved. I accepted the whip from Jax and returned to the side of Madeline.

The thong just missed his balls. “The bullwhip originated as a pastoral tool,” said Wanda. “To keep cattle in line. In some ways this is a family heirloom,” said Wanda, almost wistful. She raised the whip and watched the Captive flinch in anticipation. Wanda was amused by this, suppressing her giggles as she shakily raised the whip. Then out of nowhere, crack, she flailed the whip and the thong split open his chest. Wanda stood frozen as she surveyed the deep weal leaking blood, the Captive annihilated but alert enough to sense Madame was surprised by the damage. She dropped the whip and approached him. They stood there staring into each other’s eyes and finally Madame Wanda felt connected,

Luna had no choice but to use the Divine Demonic Method’s demonic Chi to control the white bone whip. Buzz! The white bone whip trembled and stood up fiercely. The demonic Chi on it rumbled while moaning like ghosts cried and howling like spirits. Smack! As the whip hit the air, a loud burst rang out. Afterwards, she whipped it on a mountain wall. Boom! As a loud noise rang out, a huge groove was formed on the mountain wall. Luna said in surprise, “This is a great white bone whip.” Alex said, “It suits you very well. It’s yours now.”

The ring will trap the blood in his cock and make the wait for release agonizing. "Shh, don't make a sound or you won't like the punishment." I use a four-foot braided whip. It's new leather, I can smell it. I warm up my wrist and snap the whip a few times. Adam sucks in a sharp breath and I smile again while my mind drifts to the deep dark place I crave. This is my own special universe where I can block out everything around me and concentrate on my sub.