The Weekend Whip Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

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.”

he whispered as he caressed my face, still holding me by my waist,"The very first time I saw you, I knew I was whipped at that very moment," "Oh really?" I sarcastically inquired," The last time I remember, you weren't that 'friendly' though," He chuckled and places a small kiss on my forehead,"I know I made a mistake that day, but now, all I can say is that I am whipped! I want those cherry lips of yours to be mine alone. I want those sparkling eyes to set on me alone, and all of this... is mine," he put his hands on my bum and squeezed it which made me whimper a little, and slap his chest. He just chuckled and continued to lean his face towards mine.

This was my purpose, this was my strength. "Brax, if you can hear me," I whispered to the wind, "I will avenge you. I will protect them. Our love and your spirit will guide me. We will rise, stronger than ever." As the sun set, painting the sky with hues of gold and crimson, I knew that the journey ahead would be perilous. But with vengeance and love as my children's torches, nothing could stand in my way. This was just the beginning, and the world would soon know the name of Luna Wicken.

I heard the sound of a whip and my eyes returned to the scene in the other room. Ace was holding a red sex whip and landing it on her ass, causing red streaks along it as Xander continued to fuck her with all his might. As harsh as the strokes were, she seemed to not care about it and continually screamed and begged for more, like she was on the verge of losing her mind. In seconds, she was cumming violently like she was possessed.