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eBook TAGS    Boss and Secretary Sex, Sadism and Masochism, BDSM Torture Play, Dub-con Sex, Dark and Kinky

Sadism & Masochism Erotica

Title:  Crying For His Whip

Series:  N/A

Author: Tiffany Meat

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Publisher:  Lot's Cave

Language: English

Length:  6,593 Words

ISBN:  9781311025364

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Crying For His Whip


He continued to zap me for the next ten minutes. It could have been ten hours for all I knew. My nipples, my collar bone, my clit, everything was fair game. He even spread my ass and zapped my anus.

I only remembered how I was shaking and frothing at the mouth. I peed myself as well as vomited. It was really nasty in that bathroom.

“If you think I’m going to put my cock in your mouth after you vomited, you’re so full of shit, cunt. I’ll just fuck your pussy.”

He walked over to the sink and laid the prod on it and came back with two meat hooks.

“In case you’re wondering, I’m going to pierce your nice tits with these meat hooks and then add two five pound lead weights on it; just to stretch them out for when you get pregnant. May as well get your tits used to being stretched.”

I looked at him, tears flowing and whispered, “Please, Gunter, please, I beg of you, don’t hurt me anymore. Please!”

He gave me a quizzical look and then laughed. “Cunt, I have only just begun. Now shut up and enjoy the show.”

I screamed louder than I thought any woman was capable of when those two sharp meat hooks pierced my tits. He pushed them through to the other side of my tits and soon, they were both hanging down, blood dripping on the floor.



Miss Cunningham was a tough lawyer—perky nipples, fertile womb and a nasty attitude. She was on the top of the corporate world until the head of human resources talked with her. Once Mr. Stein showed her his whips and 'toys', she couldn’t stop crying. Bitch had it coming... Maybe this dark story’s so kinky it’ll bother you. I understand your concern, but you’ll be safe if you read it in bed.

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