Whip Cane Bloodborne Novels & Stories

Not the blood. Crack. "Two." The whip was woven from braided leather and tipped with nitrate-silver barbs. Every strike didn't just tear skin; it poisoned the blood. It sizzled on contact. Cauterizing the nerve endings. Chemically blocking the Lycan regeneration factor. Usually, a wound heals in minutes. These would stay open for weeks. Festering. Burning. I welcomed the pain. It was a transaction. General Vane had offered a "Mercy Plea." Admit to Gross Negligence regarding the stolen cargo, accept corporal discipline, and the charges of Treason against the Unit would be suspended pending a full investigation.

There was something about this whip, anywhere the whip touches, it leaves a scary mark. “Are you ready to say something? Or should I destroy your pretty face with this whip? This whip is not an ordinary whip, there is a wolfsbane attached to this whip, these scars won't disappear for a very long time”. “I have given out my blood to the first person that came here. How is it my fault that it didn't work? You should get this information from the person that told you that my blood is special". I replied with anger as the whip continued to hurt me.

He groaned, and I lifted the whip again. 'Talk Maxim and this will all be over much quicker.' 'No more. Please Killian. No more.' He begged, and I sneered down at him. 'Talk.' The whip was primitive; it consisted of nine thin pieces of leather, each of which had three razor-sharp barbs attached, that flayed the skin off anything they touched. Maxim's back looked like raw meat, and when I lowered the chains, he lay in a pool of his own blood.

Karen laughs. The whip lands on my back but when she pulls back it’s tearing my skin. I thrash on the table but it doesn’t stop. Three more times the whip lands and pulls my skin. I don’t know how much more I can take before I pass out. “ I had a special whip made for you slave. This whip has little spikes on it. It grabs the skin and pulls it off. Don’t pass out just yet I have one more thing for you.” She laughs and grabs my chin with her gloved hand. It didn’t help she’s covered in my blood. She has a jar in her other gloved hand. I can smell it from here. It’s wolf bane and silver mixed. Wolfsbane and silver are extremely dangerous to wolves. Wolfsbane if to much is absorbed into a human

Werewolves and Lycans may have been quick healers, but one thing I didn’t factor into my plan before putting it into motion was the fact that whips for ceremonial punishments like the one at the pole were designed to be lethal. Blows to the head, for example, would’ve killed even the strongest Alphas. I was the farthest thing away from an Alpha, and so even without an execution my life would still have hung on the balance if Hector hadn’t acted so quickly. I lost too much blood, and I had to be put on an emergency transfusion while they pulled out pieces of debris, hair, and dead skin still embedded in my back. They claimed I had regained consciousness briefly while they were rinsing my woun

"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.

His little eyes squeezed closed tight. He's so skinny, oh goddess. He's so skinny! I can literally see every single bone in him! He's covered in blood, It looks like he used a whip on him with metal barbs. When the whip hit your skin, the metal digs in. So when he pulls back, it tears the skin off. And it's clear that he did this process to almost every inch of his body with the exception of his face. It looks like he used his fist on his face.

Georgia bit her lip and she squeezed her legs together. It's such a shame that he was totally her type. And it's even more shameful if it won't function anymore. Her slutty mind didn't even mind riding him with a condom on. Zombies can infect people by their saliva, but there isn't any proof that they can also infect people by their sperm. "I... I will have to touch you, Mr. Morr. Again, this is only my job." She told the man who only let out a snort, as if he didn't believe what she said.

He cut my wrist without warning and I let out a hissing sound. He held my hand above the cup as my blood poured into the cup. When half the cup was filled, Rayvan reached for my hand, I knew he wanted to lick the blood off and seal the opening but Ray was too fast to close the wound, she didn't want Rayvan's tongue to touch our skin. "Oh please, I only wanted to seal the wound." He said, I ignored him watching the physician take the cup and move to the sick woman on the bed, he raised her head a bit to feed her the blood.

Where the whole body is covered with thorns. After 20 minutes, black blood started to come out from the base of each needle. Seeing the black blood, John looked at Natalie with horror, but Natalie was completely normal. "Blood is coming out from his leg? Aren't you supposed to do something now?" When Natalie remained silent after seeing the blood coming out of Lucian's leg, John couldn't control himself and asked. "This black blood is the reason Mr. Center was feeling unbearable pain in his body. This is contaminated blood that is extremely harmful to health. I inject those needles into his leg to remove this blood," Natalie replied in a calm voice.