Whips And Chains Novels & Stories

It seems to be just waiting for us to enter the Blood Dawn Pack—and then rain over us like some poor ducks drenched in watery mud. We’ve been chained using a single chain that connected us to one another. The Omegas have marched as one line held by a single thick chain pulled by one Beta on the front while our backs, feet, and sometimes the exposed skin between our hand and arms were whipped by some Betas as well. Blood coated the many silver-tipped ends of the whip, glinting like rubies atop silver under the cold ray of the afternoon sun.

The silver whip dragged along the ground before it rose, whispering a promise I already understood too well. ‎The first strike came without warning. ‎Pain exploded across my back, white and blinding, ripping the breath straight out of my chest. My body jerked on instinct, muscles screaming, but the chains held. They always held. The silver burned deeper than any blade ever had, sinking past flesh and straight into my bones. I saw red in pain. ‎I bit down hard, swallowing the sound that tried to tear its way out of me. ‎Again. ‎The whip cracked, and this time I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped me. My back felt like it was on fire, like something was being torn away piece by piece. It was

I know the kind of whip used to cause such scars. “How—Who whipped you?” My wolf is anxious and angry. It’s pacing inside the confines of my mind. If I am right, then these marks are not just scars; they are permanent wounds. In the Eastern Kingdom, prisoners are tortured using a particular whip that has steel barbs on the end of it. Those barbs are coated with the most potent form of wolfsbane. The purpose of that whip is to force the wolfsbane so deep inside the prisoner’s body that it can never be removed. It is an extremely barbaric form of torture that even the North does not practice. I’ve seen pictures of such wounds. It appears that my mate has been whipped not once but multiple time

Early the next morning, I ran downstairs to find David Rogers, the security guard. David lost his wife over ten years ago and desperately wanted to find a new companion. So, he always targeted the older ladies who did their morning exercises in the neighborhood. However, those ladies all had children, pensions, and comfortable lives. None of them was interested in the old security guard living on welfare, and they found him completely annoying. I walked up to him and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "David, want me to set you up with a companion?"

The chain lengthened through the wizard’s spatial magic, it seemed infinite. Frustrated to find that she had been snagged by the weapon a second time. Chiri cursed as her slow movements were unable to avoid it again. Her opponent, not waiting for her to strike first this time, threw the chain towards her. Its links looping around Chiri’s ankle she attempted to shake them off, when another ensnared her wrist. Wrenching the limb above her head painfully, she writhed against their pull. Her struggle in vain, another length of the chains was entangled around the opposite wrist.

Sreya thought they bore an uncanny resemblance to BDSM tools. The tiny whip she was being penalized with cut through her damp skin like a razor blade and owing to its incredulously long length, it wrapped round her body with each stroke, marring her breasts and her stomach. With each piercing pain, a muffled cry escaped her mouth and her body writhed in an attempt to get away, causing the chains that bound her to bite at the tender skin of her wrists and ankles.. Her knees mercilessly scraped by the rough cemented floor....

What to do? The agonized scream filled the dark cell as Eren delivered another whiplash to the man’s bare chest, the whips were made of thin metal chains which were heated until they turned red before he used them on the man’s body, not feeling sorry for the lowlife who screamed and begged to be killed.

The whip swinging again even harder. "Four." I scream as the tears build in my eyes, my stomach and sex becoming painful from so many orgasms, but I don't want him to stop. Another orgasm and I can't even scream, the whip hitting again even harder. Screaming I lean forward, my legs trying to close. "Fiv....." My word stopping as another orgasm begins and the whip hits again, the feel of my skin tearing as I do. I scream and grip the chains. "Six" My body hurts, I want to sleep, I want a cuddle.

I said emotionlessly, "One must face the consequences of their actions and accept the punishment." As soon as I finished speaking, I lashed out with the whip, striking Hailey directly. Werewolves possessed formidable healing abilities. The whips used by the Dawn Pack were soaked in wolfsbane. A hit from such a whip would slow down the healing process of the wounds. Moreover, the whip was specially made to cause intense pain with minimal force. I cracked the whip, and Hailey cried out in pain, "Ah, it hurts! Waaah, it hurts so much!"

There was nothing she could do. “Good,” the guard. I rose to his full height and around her to stand behind her. She heard him pull the whips from the shelf where they were kept. The whip was made of 5 tails of leather whip drawn into one long conjoined handle, the free end of the whip was flexible and the tips of each whip were knotted to inflict pain and injury to whomever it was used on. The other end of the whip was hardened and used as a handle to control the movements of flogging. Phoenix had seen the stable hands use the whip on the horses, she knew the ‘crack’ ‘crack’ sound of it was as deafening as the blow it dealt. With eyes closed tight, she held her breath and waited for the ass