#escape attempt
“Be careful with those scissors, sweetheart. You have just 30 more seconds before I strap the hitachi wand to your crotch.”
The two milf friends struggled in their bonds. As they shuffled through the house, they couldn’t worry about their skirts riding up, showing off their stockings. It was hard to communicate through the tape stuck firmly over their mouths, especially as the robbers were still upstairs. They eventually got to the front door, but the intruders had locked and bolted the escape route. I think they will be put into more secure bonds once they’re discovered……
“There you are. A little tip for you, beautiful. If you’re trying to escape, lose the heels. I could hear you in the next town. I see you’ve stopped to have a quick look at yourself? I don’t blame you. I think you look hot all tied up, don’t you?”
Whumper walks in on whumpee almost breaking free from their binds. Maybe they’ve partially chewed through the ropes, or popped a hand free from a strap, or found a piece of metal/syringe and was in the process of picking the lock to the handcuffs.
Whumper just laughs at them, before grabbing their wrists to re-tie or take away whatever they got their hands on.
-But when they redo the binds, it’s tighter.
Much tighter.
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CW: Held captive, soft protective whumper, defiant whumpee, wounded + slight medical whump
‘Get out’ Whumpee’s instincts screamed.
Despite whumper’s soft voice and gentle words, they gave off the most sickening gut twisted feeling whumpee had ever felt.
Without thinking, whumpee picked up a chair and hoisted it over their head. They staggering back a few feet, before smashing it against the window with what little strength they had. To their horror, the chair bounced off the glass into splinters, showering them in a pitiful display of chair legs and wood chips.
Whumper did nothing to stop them. In fact, they stood and watched with their arms crossed, their only reaction being a single blink when some dust flew in their direction.
“Are you alright?” Whumper asked, brushing off their shoulder.
“Wh-what?” Whumpee gasped, fearfully huffing for air.
“The chair, love. You could have a gotten cut with all that wood flying about.” Whumper’s eyes tracked them all over like they were scanning for injuries. Whumpee couldn’t help but shrink under their gaze.
“Why are you so concerned a-about me? I- s- surly you brought me here for a bigger reason! You don’t have to p-pretend that you just care!” Whumpee shouted, trying to breathe past an adrenaline rush.
Without a single word, whumper snatched their wrist and yanked them closer within inches of their face. Whumpee froze and held their breath, believing this was where the shoe dropped; where whumper would reveal all the cruelty they planned-
“Your wrist…” Whumper whispered, pinching the end of their sleeve and pulling it up to their elbow. Sure enough, there was an inch long cut forming beads of blood. A single blood drop trickled down their thumb and plopped against the white carpet. Whumpee gasped and bit their lip, wondering if that would be the thing to finally set them off.
But they didn’t even notice. Whumper’s eyes were fixated on their cut with pure worry and guilt.
“I- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you do that. The glass was bulletproof, and I was letting you try just to prove a point and I-… Dammit I wassoselfish!” Whumper cursed themselves, grabbing a tissue and pressing their thumb hard against whumpee’s cut.
“Ow!” Whumpee cried, staggering when whumper pulled them down the stairs by the pressure of their wound. Whumpee didn’t protest as they were propped in a chair in the kitchen. Whumper gently laid their arm on the table and waved a finger in their face.
“I’m getting the med kit. Don’t you dare move while I’m gone, understand?” Whumper snapped, as whumpee flinched in an obedient nod. “-And keep pressure on it!” Whumper hollered half way down the hall.
Whumpee flinched and held it tighter. Even though whumper was gone, they felt like they were still watching them through the walls. Their heart was beating so rapidly it felt like a hammer to the chest, but also sunken to its depths after their hopeless realization.
This place. This beautiful lively home and all it’s lush gardens;
Was built to be a fortress.
<–Previous ❁ [Masterlist]❁ (to be continued)
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Cat and Mouse
CW: lady whump, graphic explicit noncon, captivity whump, escape attempt, mafia whump, knives, guns
A journalist is captured by the mafia after she learns too much about their leader. This takes place on the second night of her captivity
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Sam tiptoed through the darkness of the mansion, daring not to breathe in case it woke her captor.
Her clothes were miserably torn off her, fabric hanging in useless strips. She had no time to worry about that, she could deal with that later. She needed to get out of here.
But where was ‘out’?
It didn’t matter, she would find a back door. She could figure this out. She set her teeth together, bunching her fists to stop them trembling as she moved through the house.
She eyed a coat draped over a door and hastily snatched it up. It was too big for her, but it would keep out the biting cold on her bare skin. She winced as the ache between her legs throbbed.
She refused to think about it. Couldn’t think about it without feeling sick. Her feet touch smooth cold marble and she sees countertops, a stove and an oven loom out of the darkness. Modern and sleek, only the best for these mafia bastards.
She spied a knife block on the bench.
She pressed her teeth even tighter together, an inferno raging inside her as she ran over to it and yanked on the handle of one. A serrated bread knife.
She grimaced. She’d never stabbed anyone before. But after tonight, something had changed in her. Something feral that made her grip the handle tighter and imagine the blade ripping through flesh. Hot blood gushing from a gaping wound-
Then the light switched on.
“Better put that down. You could hurt yourself.”
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“How does it feel, Whumpee,” Whumper gasps around the knife in their stomach. “To find that you were just like me all along?”
Whumpee watches silently as blood pools around Whumper’s fingers, down their pants and to the floor. The same dull concrete where so much more of Whumpee’s blood was spilled. Whumpee reaches out to grasp Whumper’s shoulders as they sway on their feet.
Their eyes meet, and Whumper’s triumphant smile fades as they finally see the crazed light in Whumpee’s eyes. How their pupils dialate. How their mouth twists in a lifeless smile. Whumpee leans forward and their breath burns in Whumper’s ear.
“I’m not just like you,” they whisper. “I’m worse.”
Whumper slides from their grip.
