Whip Cane Bloodborne Novels & Stories

"Done." Lane crouched in front of him and drew the knife from his side. "Give me your wrist." Brenn extended his hand, palm up, wrist resting on his knee. Lane made a very shallow cut on the ulnar side with the tip of the blade. Dark red blood seeped out—thicker than normal, moving slower. He collected half a tube with a clean glass vial, then pressed a dry cloth over the wound, holding it until the bleeding slowed. "It's done."

I screamed, my lavender eyes strobing so violently that the overhead lights shattered, raining glass onto my shoulders. "The virus is using the tubes, Gianna!" Vossen shouted back, his hands frantic on the manual overrides. "It’s traveling through the fluid-exchange! It’s trying to infect Julian before the synthesis is complete! If the black blood touches the white blood, they’ll both liquefy in seconds!" I looked at the glass partition. The centrifuge was spinning at a lethal velocity, the clear, golden serum from Julian’s blood beginning to mix with a creeping, oily shadow of black bile flowing back from Nevan’s side.

"It happens. I like the whip for that reason. As much as it might sting, I can climax from it. I'll rarely cum from a spanking." "You were whipping my cunt?" Still doubting her own orgasms. "You're already aroused, blood flushing your cunt. The whip causes more blood to flow to those areas, reacting to the pain. More blood, more arousal, like pinching your nipples might make you more excited. It might not happen all the time," I said, releasing her, "but it's possible. Master likes our whippings to be as much about teasing arousal as punishment." "It's time to put on the Slave Trainer," Bill said.

I muttered to himself, voice hoarse with frustration, But it seems like I’ve been banned from every blood center, every bar, every shady back alley sketchy shit I used to run through. They all heard of what I done. And What I threatened to do to the other agency owners, i mean Who wouldn't use their corpse eye socket for their own personal Cum dumpster? my vision blurred and my pulse pounding in my ears. My veins burned with a primal fury I couldn’t tame, a relentless hunger that gnawed at my insides.

she thought as sad tears piled up in her eyes, people around her whispered in hush voices, some looked at her with pity because of there's anything wolves are afraid of , it's wolfs bane and now adding it to a whip was ruthless. " I didn't do it, please don't do this" Penelope voice rang out as she was dragged into the disciplinary room " Have mercy please, I'm innocent, I didn't steal anything" she pleaded desperately as the first whip shut her up and she screamed in pain and in that agonizing slow motion, strokes fell one by one until her screams became low groans and whimpers. Her back was a gross sight as the whips tore her skin open and the wolf's bane laced on the whip made it impossib

Kane loved to find the weakest link and he was good at it. He pushed the thong of the whip under the man’s chin, forcing him to look up. Kane’s eyes were black as night as he stared the man down. “My whip is hungry for blood.” He crooned. He slid it down the man’s chest, slowly, almost as if caressing him with the fall. Sweat beaded on the man’s forehead. His lips trembled slightly. Kane drew back the whip. He stepped back and with a quick flick of his wrist he cracked the whip on the man’s chest, leaving an angry, red welt. The man uttered a high-pitched scream.

On each of the trays, I notice various clear packages of syringes and sterilized medical implements. What the hell are they going to do to me ?!!! My body is immobilized by the Velcro straps pinning me down to the gurney and my protests remain muffled by the duct tape on my mouth. They begin drawing my blood into a couple of tubes and vials for lab testing. Once he was done, he glances at my leg wounded earlier by Ilona and he shakes his head. "This will deduce points off her market value, how the hell did this happen?"

He said. *** I bit down hard on my lips drawing blood as the wolfsbane laced with silver whip came down on my bare back. I felt my skin rip open with a new wound as the whip came down on my back again and again, this time, leaving an injury worse than the previous one

He was drowning in a sea of suspicion and dark, forbidden attraction. "The whip," I said, reaching out my hand. The executioner handed me a specialized lash. The handle was wrapped in rough sharkskin, the length of the leather soaked in brine and caustic spirits, its tip studded with obsidian shards the size of a wolf’s claw. In our world, this whip didn't just take skin—it took the will to live. I snapped the whip once in the air. Crack. The sound echoed like a lightning strike.

“I’m okay. Just a cut.” Connor and I drag the unconscious pair to a nearby crate and lock them inside before we go and help the others. Within minutes all of the action dies down. While some of our men gather Waltman and Lynch, Corbin disinfects and bandages the cut in my arm. I flinch when he takes out a syringe. “It’s for the infection. It’s not very deep, but it's probably best if we don’t take any chances,” he mutters. Cringing, I nod my head and grit my teeth as the needle pierces the skin.