Whips And Chains Novels & Stories

“It's much worse than that, isn't it?” “I'm afraid so Miranda. Father is gonna punish us by whip.” I gasped. “You mean he will whip us on the butt?” “No silly girl. It is meant for your back. This whip has many sharp ends carved in various shapes. Some are sharp like knives with different jagged edges, while some are shaped like needles, pins, nails, then the finishing ones are built like different types of animal claws,” Taurus explained. “But that's not what makes it painful.”

My balls hung freely between them, and my cock pressed against the edge, rubbing with every breath. From his bag, he pulled out a length of thin chain that clinked softly as he looped it around the base of my cock and balls, tightening it like a ring. The metal felt cold at first, then quickly warmed against my skin. “This stays on, keeps you hard and leaking.” He tugged the chain lightly, pulling my sack downward, and a sharp, sweet pain shot through me, making my cock jump helplessly within the loop. This time, the whip came first, but he used it differently. The tails dragged slowly over my back, teasing the old welts before snapping suddenly against the underside of my ass cheeks. The st

The warden finally brought back what Caesar wanted; he seemed worried about delaying things too much as he almost ran over here with cold sweat dripping down his forehead while panting heavily. "General!" The warden raised what he held in his hand high up towards Caesar while wiping sweat from his forehead with another hand, "Here is your whip." Wearing black gloves, Caesar opened up its lid, revealing two different types of leather whips lying quietly on black velvet inside a long black box made out of particular high hardness silver-white metal handles engraved with his name on them, both differently designed: one using silver wire along with cowhide which splits open when whipped leaving

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.

She was completely naked. Her wrists were chained apart, high above her head, her ankles spread wide and bound as well. Thick black rope circled her torso, pressing her breasts together tightly. A chain wound around her neck, its pull making her posture arch painfully. It looked painful and unbearable. A tall lean but muscled man, who was equally naked circled her like a predator. A whip dangled from his hand, which he snapped against her skin at intervals, leaving faint red lines across her body. His other hand roamed possessively over her whole body and stayed on her breasts, squeezing and pinching.

Until they forget who they are. The Flaying Whip. A whip with jagged metal tips, crafted to tear skin, but leave the slave alive. Every strike is pain — sharp, biting, unforgettable. Each lash meant to write the crime into your body. All of them... terrifying. But I didn’t flinch. I didn’t cry. If they wanted to break me... they would have to try harder. Because I’ve suffered more than they can imagine. And I’m not done fighting.

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

“Whatever happens or doesn’t happen, when it happens you will be able to take it, whatever it is. I’m not going to throw you down and scar you. I’m not an animal.” She looked back at the tray of canes. “What made your scars?” “A bull whip.” “W-which one is that?” Clint pointed to a large, single-tailed whip on the wall. “I want to change my list. Make that one the worst one, and then the canes underneath it.” He chuckled but scribbled in his book. “Noted.” “What kind of whip is this?” she asked, pointing to a smaller whip that had several strips of leather instead of one. Amazingly, talking about the

she yelled. Bowing down my head, I told her I was yet to serve it. She turned red in anger immediately. “Aliyah!” she said, calling the maid behind her. “get me the whip.” “The whip?” Aliyah asked in fear. “THE WHIP” Feared by all maids, whenever you offended, and the whip is being involved, you are to plead mercilessly. It's made with pure leather, which makes the pain piercing, tearing the skin. It is adorned with thorns, might I add? It's a very dangerous object used to punish offenders.