Whips And Chains Novels & Stories

"Well, I have some questions for our guest." "I ain't telling you murderous fuckers anything." Williams snarled, pulling on his chains that kept him tied to the ceiling by a meat hook. His head pinned between his arms that are yanked above him, his head thrashed between his biceps dramatically. "Let me go, you sadistic prick!" He whined with a final tug on the chains.

Why would the almighty Alpha Aleksander enter this place and command the guards to stop, disregarding everything I have said and done to him? No, that doesn't sound like him! I accepted my fate as the guards forced me to kneel, my hands and legs still bound by chains. The guards stood around me, two stationed at my side and one gripping the whip. The whip belonging to the wolfsong clan wasn't like any other type of whip. It possessed extraordinary qualities. Crafted from silver elements, its strikes would instantly weaken and inflict intense pain upon the recipient. Although, it isn't enough to kill them but it would make them utterly weak, requiring a week or more for recovery. In dire situ

A vow in silence. No matter what blood was spilled. No matter how dark the road got. They would travel it together. As king and queen. Bound by fire. Bound by chains. Bound by love. Forever.

Others, I don't know what the fuck they are. I see chains holding the nipples of a mannequin, I guess that's what they call nipple clamps. There are wall-mounted mirrors positioned so that no matter where you are in the room, you have to watch what’s happening. Shackles used for bondage, but the inside is fur so it doesn't bruise the wrist. I see a leather choker with a ball in the middle... I honestly don't know why the fuck that is. Then... a glass display of whips.

She tried to pull her hand but only hurt her wrist because these shackles were even stronger than the rope. The foot should be the one she will try to remove but it is not chained but there is iron in the middle. Zoe is no longer ignorant of what they are called because she has become a customer of porn websites. That is a spreader bar. She turned to the side to see if anyone was there and she saw a man with a mask over his eyes. It holds a whip while slapping it in the palm.

If whips and lassos were her things -- Shamira continued, oblivious to Shane's reactions. She turned and did an overhand flick, snapping the tip about four feet away. She saw a sudden gleam of something metallic come out of the cracker. "What the hell?" "Silver spike," Reaper explained. "The whip was designed for combat against magical creatures. A whip can be a dangerous weapon in the right hands." Shamira looked around, seeing a number of varieties of whips. "So these aren't your . . . toys?" she asked, glancing over at Shane and looking flushed.

The chains burned my skin, and I knew they must have been laced with wolfsbane. "Please let me go," I gasped. I could barely get the words out because of how weak I was. "I am not going to do that. I already told you I am going to make you pay for what you did to me." I felt a pain in my back after she said those words, which caused me to scream. I knew she had hit me with a whip. "You," Whip "Never," Whip "Should," Whip "Have," Whip "Been," Whip " Born," Whip.

I crack the whip a few times and smile as the sparks fly. I do it one more time and watch him stiffen and sit up straighter from the sound. The crack of this whip is louder than most. It sounds like a low rumbling thunder storm. It’s made from thick leather with silver laced claws and is enchanted with wolfsbane, Paralytic Venom and the holy fire that always burns and cannot be put out unless the person who activated wants it out. Thanks to Vor and Wendy we have plenty of items to help with getting information out of people. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk this out?” I asked in a mocking tone knowing he won’t do it.

Damien Turning, my gaze landed on the wall—a gallery of power. Whips hung in clean order, each speaking a different promise, some soft and teasing, others carved for pain. Steel and suede Collars rested beneath them, and in shadows like trophies. Chains looped with military precision, their gleam catching in the light. I walked slowly, deliberately. My presence filled the room, I reached out. picked up a chain, letting it slide through my fingers. The weight was satisfying, honest. Tools like these didn’t lie. You knew exactly what they were made for.

If only she knew how much Jackson despised me… If only she knew the coldness in his eyes every time he looked at me, she’d choke on her own words. “No… I was asked to,” I didn’t even get to finish before she snapped, her voice like a crack of thunder, “Get me the chain whip!” Chain whip? My heart stuttered. What in the goddess’s name did she plan to use that for? One of her maids rushed forward and handed it to her. My breath caught in my throat. The whip was the most terrifying weapon I had ever seen. Forged from steel, it had jagged, serrated blades along its coils, carved like the body of a snake. Its massive, spiked tip gleamed under the dim light, and just the sight of it made my knees