Whips And Chains Novels & Stories

I could feel his anger radiating off of him in waves, and it only served to deepen my fear. As soon as he was done, he turned around and began to head towards a pavement by the end of his room. He opened something and brought out a whip instantly. That's the moment my heart sank. As I gazed upon the whip, I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. It was a formidable weapon, one that had clearly been used many times before. The handle was made of a sturdy black leather that was rough to the touch, and bore several intricate patterns etched into its surface. The end of the whip was a collection of braided strands, each one carefully woven to create a menacing weapon that could easil

Leather cuffs hanging from chains. Against one wall was a cabinet. Glass doors. I could see what was inside. Whips. Paddles. Ropes coiled in neat circles. Things I didn't have names for. Things that made my stomach clench and my face go hot. I walked toward it before I could stop myself. My hand reached out. Touched the glass. Then I opened the cabinet and pulled out a whip. Short handle, leather tails. I ran my fingers over it. The leather was soft. Worn.

“I thought I couldn’t get out because I was too weak, too thin. I felt like my body had simply given up, and maybe I should have too.” Hertor turned fully toward me then, his expression serious, almost harsh. “No, Violet.” His voice was firm, categorical. “You didn’t get out because it was impossible.” I frowned. “The chains…” he continued. “They weren’t ordinary. They were compression chains. Ancient. Created precisely for that. Remember?” It was true… I had forgotten, forgotten those chains that seemed to weigh more than just matter. “To prevent transformation. To drain vital energy.” His eyes darkened. “Even an alpha would struggle there. You didn’t fail. You survived what no one should e

Word spread underground gym's secret chain station viral in locker whispers, Mia's initiations drawing alphas statewide, crews tripling to thirty-strong marathons. Chains reinforced industrial, full rig suspending her mid-air between locker rows, body arched X-frame for 360 access. Pump upgraded industrial suction, clit pumped to cocklet pride, edged with electro-wands zapping denial blues. Nipple chains pulley-rigged to full weight trees, pulls syncing thrust rhythms, tits distended cones screaming symphony. Mega-trains chained dawn-to-dusk: throat station triple-cocks gagging airtight, pussy bench gangbanged rotations hourly, ass plugged spectator sport till finale unveil. Sweat oceans sli

"Good, I don't want her seeing this. I have already blocked what little we have of a mate link, so she won't feel anything from what happens here..." He nods, but not just to me. I gasp as the first of my 50 lashes hits my back. The whip is made up of 3 leather strips which then have 3 thin strips of silver braided over and in the leather, making it not only sting from the impact but burn from the silver. After 25 lashes, Elijah then passes the whip to Nathan, who then moves behind me and starts the next 25 lashes. Once they have finished, Nathan hangs up the whip and then they both leave the pack centre. The rest of the pack follows, only to return the next day, ready to watch the next 50 l

His whip swings down faster and harder, each time making me scream, wanting more. I feel his hands on my neck as the collar is slipped around it and fastened. Then the sound of the chain as it clicks onto it. He pulls hard on the chain, making my head go up. He walks around me, the whip swinging down hard again over my arse, making me scream.

Each whip had been soaked in peppers. They began to whip them. As each whip landed on their skin, it tore away a piece of flesh. The exposed skin would feel extreme pain as the peppers touched them. They let out wails as the whips lashed them. Their sounds were so annoying. "Gag them" I instructed. Their mouths were stuffed with dirty socks. The only sound heard was the jingling of their chains and the sound of whip crackling in the air before landing on their skin. The room was soon permeated with the distinct scent of blood.

he purrs, kissing me. Aiden instructs me on using the spreader bar and the chain and pulley system above the bed then has me put his ankles in the cuffs attached to the spreader bar and chained to the headboard. I cuff his wrists and hook them onto the chains above the bed, using the pulley to lift his arms above his head and keep him in place while I whip him. He instructs me on the whips and suggests I try a few for the feel. I find one I like and he tells me to whip him until he yells “red” or I feel like he is ready to fuck. This is new to me, but if he enjoys it I’m in to try it.

he instructed The guards walked towards me as I quickly fell on my knees trying to plead with him. Silver chains were deadly to wolves. They were used as torture materials for servants and slaves. Unlike other whips which would not be able to inflict sufficient pain on wolves, the silver chains would do worse and make it hard for them to heal themselves. If that was used on me, I doubted I would be able to make it. “I'm sorry, Alpha, I'll go get the right drink for her” I pleaded.

The chains came for my hand. The whole graveyard seemed to lurch with them. The first whip was the one Corvin caught. He didn’t think he had just moved—slamming his forearm up between me and the incoming chain. Metal and bookmark teeth smashed into his skin with a sickening crunch. He grunted, arm snapping sideways under the impact, but he kept his feet. The links bit deep, ink splattering across his skin in oily streaks. He twisted with the blow instead of against it, teeth bared, using the chain’s momentum to haul it off‑line. The whip hissed over my shoulder and slammed into a headstone, cracking it in half and sending shards of carved regrets spinning into the air.