#restraints cw

[copics-and-renegades]

Whumptober 2024 Day 08: Used As Bait

Going in for the really big fish.

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I like this one.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Ummm something with the team finally finding whumpee and untying them.

Whumpee repeating "I didn't break, I swear I didn't, I didn't tell them anything, I didn't," while sobbing.

It's true, whumpee didn't tell them anything, but all that caretaker cares about now is trying to calm whumpee down before they bleed out even more.

A Messy Rescue

whumpee slumped over until caretaker grabs their face, desperate to see if they're still conscious

wide eyes and split lip-- a flash of recognition-- and before caretaker can assure them that its all going to be okay, whumpee panics

"I didn't say anything, I didn't, please you have to--" their sentences fragment as they gasp for air. "You have to believe me!"

At first, the team is horrified that this is whumpee's recognition. They feel sick. One teammate turns away, unable to stand it. Unable to watch. It's wrong.

Caretaker snaps out of it first. "Help me cut them down!" Then, they notice whumpee's blood drenching through their once-white shirt

As the team works to free whumpee's wrists from the shackles, Caretaker frantically tries to assess the damage. But whumpee keeps thrashing, jerking out of reach and flinching at their touch.

Alternating between, "I didn't say anything!" and "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry- please don't-- please don't hurt me!"

The teammates all have these grim expressions, mouths in a thin line

A fluttering horror is embedded in caretaker's chest-- this is so much worse than they could have imagined

Even better if Leader, with real pain in their voice, says "We have to keep them quiet."

Caretaker pulls away for a second, hands half-full of bandages. "What're you saying?"

Leader breaks through the last bit of metal and whumpee slumps to the floor, shivering uncontrollably. Caretaker places one hand protectively on their back, rubbing up and down. They don't stop crying. Leader looks away. "Gag them. Or get them to shut up. We don't need them giving away our position to Whumper"

Carrying a gagged and sobbing whumpee out of the building, caretaker can't look them in the eyes. They keep whispering how sorry they are, but they have no idea if whumpee can even hear them or cares. It feels like betrayal, but they can only hope it was worth it.

"We'll get you better, I promise."

[kabr0ztrousers]

A fat demon duke madly falling in love with a fem reader that is not into him. He has her tied up while she is kicking and screaming for him to stop undressing and touching her. All the while he tells her how delicious her body looks/feels and how much of a better life she'll have with him. Oh and he buries his face in her pussy and makes her squirt a ton.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 84: Duke of the Iron Forest

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes Anthology here!

CWs: Noncon; restraints; receiving cunnilingus; female ejaculation; overstim; painful penetrative sex; excessive cum

A/N: Sorry there wasn't a story yesterday, a combination of an early morning and a late shift messed with me a little.

That makes 2 I owe you all, which I'll make up at some point before the year's end

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The chains held you, suspended halfway up the wall. Rough, hot stone behind you, black iron railings above. A bar between your ankles kept your legs spread out, exposing you to any who passed by.

Not that anyone passed by, of course. The guards were forbidden from this section of the dungeon. The only one permitted to enter your cell was your captor, Duke Bombodur of the Iron Forest. He had more titles, demons collected them like other people collect stamps, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of remembering most of them. Maybe if he'd just let you go, you'd be nicer to him. Or you'd run a million miles away and never look back.

You sighed, daydreaming of freedom, fleeing as fast as your legs would carry you through the spiky forest. The smell of the dungeon brought you back to reality: sulphur, iron, old stone. Your sigh went from wistful to exasperated as you rattled around in vain, testing chains you knew would never weaken.

The flapping of wings echoed through the corridor. He turned a corner, coming into view. Tiny wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, flapping lazily to keep him in the air. That was the only small part of him. Bombodur was a hulking mass of shuddering, quivering flesh. Stumpy, gout-ridden limbs protruding from an almost spherical body, a head comprised mostly of jowls and broad, curling horns perched on top. Deep black skin stretched over his body, patterned with stars that seemed to be miles beneath the surface, twinkling and shifting as he moved. Gold jewellery jangled on his wrists and ankles, a shimmering golden robe hung from him. Open at the front, it did nothing to hide the swinging manhood that dangled between his legs, perpetually leaking a string of golden precum onto the ground underneath him.

Nobody ever accused him of subtlety.

"Ahh, my pet" His voice was deep and slurred, every syllable flowing like crude oil "How I love visiting you" He hovered up to your face as you turned away from him. The back of one hand stroked your cheek the smells of heavy incense and blood clinging to his skin made bile rise in your throat

"Are you going to let me go?" You turned your face up, pointedly not looking at him

"Only when you accept my proposal"

Ugh, this again

He continued "Be my dutchess, rule by my side as my wife! You'll find it much more comfortable than this squalid dungeon"

You rather liked your dungeon. You hate it, but it's still preferable to marrying him.

He floated higher, holding your face, pointing you towards him as a cruel grin "Mayhaps I shall convince you" He hovered slightly lower, creaking arms holding your thighs apart as he started kissing the outer lips of your cunt. You tried to twist your body away from him, only succeeding in driving yourself into his face. His tongue slipped between your lips, forked a hundred times, every tip teasing a different part of you as it slid in. You hated to admit it, he was good at this.

The very end of his tongue probed your cervix, the barbs at the base rubbing against your clit. Still more in the middle rubbed the ceiling of your vagina, pressing against the ridged upper wall as your cunt tensed around him. You groaned as your head lolled back, your body responding to his mouth as it sealed around your entrance, rhythmically sucking on you as your hips twisted and turned against him.

You felt like you needed to piss. Every move of his tongue sending twinges through your bladder. The pressure grew and grew with his attention, your toes curling and breath catching. Your clit tingled in his mouth as your feet planted on the stone behind you, pushing yourself harder against his mouth. He pressed against your pubic bone from the inside, forcing up into the inner part of your clit.

You barely stifled a scream as you felt yourself empty into his mouth. Every move, every twitch and ripple of his tongue drove more fluid out of you. Your eyes rolled as he kept going, feeling yourself fill up again before releasing a second time before he coaxed you to a second release, then a third, a fourth...

You lost count. He ate your cunt like he needed it to live, gulping down your squirt like it's the first water he'd had in days. Every time you came, every stifled whine, moan or whimper spurred him on. Your aching cunt squeezed and twitched, every move making you sob and squeak.

He pulled away from you. Floated back up to be level with your face, the many-tipped tongue licking your cheek before he forced it down your throat. The musky, hot taste of your orgasms coating your tongue as he pressed that drooling cock against your twitching quim. It slipped in easily, the soft flesh of your cunt parting around it as he made it fit. His tongue muted the groans of pain escaping you as you gargled out your displeasure, the radiating pain coming from between your thighs mingling with renewed arousal as the thick rod drove into you. He rubbed against you, wings flickering as every thrust pushed you upwards, every time he went deeper until he hammered against your cervix. Another scream of pain was muted by his mouth as it hammered against your back wall, bruising your sensitive limit. Every bludgeoning thrust eliciting cries of pain as he pleasured himself with your broken body.

At last, he forced himself deep into you, threatening to burst through. His breath was fetid as he grunted into your face. A guttural, grinding noise came from deep in his chest. His cock swelled up slightly, pressure building before he shot his load into you. Pulse after pulse of hot cum flooded you, filling your womb before flowing out of you, every fresh pulse forcing itself in before your body pushed it out, flowing down his cock to land with a slapping drip on the floor.

He pulled out. Your wide-open cunt twitching, golden cum dripping from you in a glob. His tongue pulled from your gagging throat. You collapsed, the chains taking your weight as your body hung slack

"Same time tomorrow, songbird?"

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That went a little more noncon than I was expecting! I was tempted to put in cervical penetration as well, but someone has requested a demon do that to some hapless reader, so I'll save it for now...

I hope I've adequately described the sensation of having a squirting orgasm, it's not something there's a lot of documentation on. Or rather, there's a *lot* of documentation on it, but it's almost all intended to be read with one hand below the belt. Maybe one day you'll get to hear the story of my first sexual liaison, where I learned I'm pretty good at that

[buf309-art-binder]

[DOPPELGÄNGER] - Sidestory 1 - Twilight Zone

<<< Read from the start

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This scene will happen in the future. But it's going be skimmed over and just mentioned by passing, because of space and plot pacing.

A deleted scene, or something like that.

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, The Boy, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content

♡notes; pretty much just kink lists babey

oh boy i hope this doesn’t reveal anything about me

also happy easter lol

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Micheal Myers

> Knifeplay and breathplay are a given with this one

> He likes to be in complete control

> And a hand around the throat or a blade ghosting the skin definitely help him achieve that

> He also loves both tying you up and being tied up, surprisingly

> Letting you ride him while he’s tied to the bed is just about the only way you’ll get the man to relinquish any of that control

> And even then he makes sure you know he’s still the boss- if you’re too much of a brat he’s slipping the restraints and fucking you so hard you walk funny after

> He loves marking you up, mostly through biting

> And he likes to keep the mask on- even if he’s at a point where he rarely wears it around you

> He’ll quietly degrade you if you’re into that- you have to earn praise though

> But if you praise him you may actually be able to fluster him for once

Thomas Hewitt

> Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink you can’t convince me otherwise

> He loves pinning you down into a mating press and watching your face as he fills you

> He’s so rough and overwhelming

> He likes to lick away your tears when it’s just too much

>And sometimes he’ll keep you pinned there well after, keeping himself inside.

> He’d let you call him daddy- and god does he get into it, but he’d be too shy to suggest anything like that himself

> He loves praise and he loves letting you know how good you feel

> Not usually verbally, but he’ll growl and moan and purr shamelessly

> He’s the king of oral, he’s like a man starved and you’ll end up overstimulated 9 out of 10 times

> And he loves when you reciprocate, especially if you don’t mind him fucking your mouth

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s a bit vanilla, not having much experience or knowledge beyond sex for procreation.

> Insert Drayton’s “sex or the saw” quote here lol

> But he’ll try anything for you at least once, he’s so eager to please.

> Most notably he makes a wonderful little submissive

> Whether you want him to bottom or just power bottom yourself, he loves being used to make you feel good

> He enjoys any and all praise

> He’s rather insecure, so he loves compliments on his appearance especially

> If you call him a pretty boy he melts

> 100 percent would love if you called yourself mommy/daddy/any other dom titles

> He loves when you sit on his face more than anything else

Vincent Sinclair

> The softest dom. He wants to take care of you around the clock, but especially in bed

> He’s a service top- it’s all for you. So much more concerned with you getting off than even being touched.

> He’s into wax play (Because it’s funny but also bc it’s underrated)

> And he likes to restrain you so he can worship you completely uninterrupted

> He’s not afraid of using toys, especially when you’re all tied up and at his mercy

> He loves taking pictures of you as well

> At first he claims it’s for reference but you know better, baby has a documentation kink

> He loves just watching too

> Trying to keep control while you touch yourself and moan his name is his favorite pastime

Brahms Heelshire

> Huge brat in need of taming

> Only a switch in the technical sense- he’ll top if you beg/bribe/pester him enough. He’s just lazy tbh

> Love love loves being both degraded and praised

> “filthy little boy” “pretty little slut” etc

> Prefers calling you mommy/daddy but can work with master

> And he’ll be your puppy if you want him to be

> He wears a cute collar and leash and lets you yank on it while you make him fuck you

> He loves when you edge him too

> Until he’s nearly in tears and whining and begging you to let him cum

> If you have boobs he’s obsessed with them

> And even if you don’t he’ll give the area lots of attention

[canonkiller]

do it all for love

[thatsprettylane]

Hidan + Assorted Text Posts

Bonus Kakuhida:

[thecooler]

TLT girlies are so spoiled for fanart. Most books don't have a tenth this much art, which is to say nothing of the QUALITY of so much of it. People are putting their whole pussy into it etc.

Sometimes I'll read a book and love it and there will be like 3 posts total about it. This time I feel like a nobleman draped across a chaise lounge being fed fresh crisp grapes. And the grapes are beautiful paintings of space dykes

[kabr0ztrousers]

Just read episode 51 and that was hot as hell. Especially the way she fucked herself on his cock and ground that flare into her cervix to stop him going soft and his cum leaking out of her.

Thank you so much!

Would love to see something where she ends up being strapped to him again as a breeding bitch for him or other centaurs, and eventually with her pregnant belly hanging down too.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 81: Alternative ending

This story won't make sense if you haven't read episode 51!

And here's the rest of the anthology!

CWs: Noncon; kidnap; forced impregnation; freeuse; belly riding; Lots of the same issues as the first iteration. Please look that one over, if it's too heavy this one will be too

A/N: Think of this as a "What If..?" for episode 51. I'm not sure which will wind up being canon if I agglomerate a universe around this, but it doesn't really matter either way

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You solicited the help of a centaur to escape a city. It was a desperate gambit, strapped to the underside of a half-horse half-man to slip by the gatehouse through the one un-warded route out.

He never met back up with his partner, diverting South into the woodlands. He ran for miles with you suspended under him, his gargantuan cock softening and slipping out of you within minutes of leaving the city walls. A trail of cum leaked from you as you struggled under his belly. The knots were tight, the ropes stout. Every move you made only served to bind you tighter.

Eventually he stopped running, alighting on a stand of dark oak trees, sheets strung from tree to tree making up awnings. His home. He never bothered to remove you.

Day after day, he'd take you. Every time would start the same, that cock would start dangling below you. You were helpless to do anything but watch as it slid out to its full length, dangling below the centaur's knees. He'd let it hang there a moment, steaming in the cold winter air.

Slowly, it would harden. Thickening from the base downwards. Swinging up towards you over and over, slapping against your belly. Every swing hit your cunt, slinging a thread of sticky precum at you as it slapped your flesh. Over and over it would swing, the flared tip engorging with each stroke. Sometimes he's get too stimulated from just slapping his cock against you and a gout of cum would erupt from him, covering you and dripping onto the dirt floor.

Today was not one of those days. Today he wouldn't be satisfied with anything but your cunt. You felt him grab the ropes, leaning back to haul you towards his front legs so when the pendulous cock swung up the tip threatened your hole, slicking it with precum. He stepped up to a fallen log, bracing you against it as he swung into you again, pushing the flare into you. You were well-used to the thickness of it by now. That didn't stop it making you gasp as you felt it wedge you open. It wasn't as hard as the actual shaft of his cock, but it was as thick as both of your fists held together. Firm, with just enough give to avoid doing serious harm to you, the flare held him into you. He thrust. The weight of his body pressing you down into the rough bark of the log. The cock forced itself deeper into you. You stifled a sob as it bottomed out on your cervix, then pushed harder, sliding past and into the fornix. Here he rested a moment. The flare pressing into the very back wall of your pussy.

You tried to catch your breath, feeling the cock stretching you, pressing into your guts. The centaur shuddered slightly, the wobbling motion shaking him inside you. You whined as the cock shook you to the core. He grunted, seemingly taking your noise as a challenge as he pressed you back against the log, bracing your chest into it as he thrust in harder, forcing you back down towards his hips. You felt him stretching you, pushing the limits of your depth.

You felt his sheath. The very base of his cock. He started galloping. The movement shook you, rubbing his member against your insides. Faster and faster he ran, leaping boughs and streams until he stopped.

With a howl, he came. You felt it, the familiar pressure of the cum flooding you. You could feel yourself bloating. The force of the cum fought the still almost-hard cock occupying your quim. He flopped out of you, the cock still standing strong as it pointed instead at your dangling face. A rope hit you, painting you in the strong smelling seminal fluids of your kidnapper. He wasn't done yet. More came, painting your belly, then still more, squirting onto the ground before the dripping mass of cockmeat started to recede back into him.

Weeks passed, every day bringing more attempts to flood you with his seed, some more successful than others. One day you could deny it no more, your belly was growing. He didn't feed you enough to grow fat, even with your now sedantary lifestyle. There was only one explanation.

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One of these days, I'll get the drop on these things. Until then, I'm gonna be pulling more late nights.

Semi-unrelated, if you're in the UK and have £10 to spare, you can get a subscription to the National Theatre's streaming service. It's pretty good

[whumpprentice]

A superpowered character losing control of their powers and having to be restrained or sedated for their own safety. Is this anything  

[dermyartsz]

The matriarch of the Maw.

[thatsprettylane]

Kakashi Hatake + Assorted Text Posts (Part 5)

[literarystarfish]

“W-who are you?” The blindfold heightened Whumpee’s every other sense. Their own voice sounded too loud in their ears.

Not even the sharp metallic taste of blood in their mouth or the strain in their arms that were tied painfully tight behind them or the rough gravel digging into their knees where they had been forced to kneel could distract them from the sound of their captor.

Their shoes clacking against the ground in a slow, predatory circle the only thing they could focus on. The sounds echoed off the walls making it harder to focus on where the person was as they circled them like a predator.

Were they sat in the middle of a garage? A warehouse? It seemed like some kind of large, empty room. They hated that they could feel nothing around them but the cold draft sending shivers up their spine.

It was hard to tell how close or how far away their kidnapper was.

“You don’t remember me?” Whumpee froze.

Close. Their attacker was close. Too close. They hadn’t realized the sound of their footsteps were getting closer. The echoes and the blindfold cinched over their eyes and ears made it too difficult to pinpoint.

They stood right behind them. Their voice low in a terrifying whisper. “I’m a little saddened by that, Whumpee. How could you forget me?”

“Whumper…” they breathed in disbelief.

Whumper chuckled, sending a different kind of shiver through them. They tsked in that easy, teasing way they did when Whumpee had really pissed them off. Like they were hiding their real anger behind their calm. That was always when Whumper was most terrifying. If they were calm.

“After everything we’ve been through, you just forgot me? We’ve spent so much time together in the past. Hours and hours. You always seemed to love when I visited. You were always begging for more. Or… were you begging me to stop? You know, after a while it was hard to understand what you were saying at all. You always did have to work on your mumbling. Got you in quite a bit of trouble before.”

The easy threat sounded like death to Whumpee’s ears.

Perhaps they already were dead.

After all, Whumper was dead. Caretaker killed them when they had rescued them. Whumpee saw them die. Whumper can’t be here. They can’t have captured them again. Dragged them off to who knows where.

Maybe Whumpee had died in that attack on the street. It hadn’t been a blindfold over their eyes taking their sight before their vision had gone completely black. No, it was death taking them.

And they’ve met Whumper in hell.

It had to be.

Because…

Because…

“You-you’re supposed to be dead..”

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy to get rid of me, did you?”

“C-caretaker killed you! I-I saw you!”

“They managed to get a good hit, I must admit. Much better than a weakling like them had any business getting on someone like me. They had taken me off guard, though. But it was very… satisfying… to return the favor.”

Caretaker’s face flashed through their mind. Scrunched with anger and desperation and terror.

Beaten.

Bloody.

Being pulled away from them, kicking and screaming as two masked people jumped them. A third attacker getting a nasty hit on Whumpee, rattling their world as their arms were wrenched behind them and a blindfold covered their eyes.

Caretaker had been with them when Whumper had kidnapped them. Caretaker had been attacked too.

“NO! Caretaker! What did you do to them?!”

“My, my. You’ve certainly gotten bold in your time away from me. I don’t remember you being so… loud.”

“What. Did. You. Do to them?!” They ground out between clenched teeth.

“Pity. We’ll have to do something about that unruly behavior again,” Whumper sounded less than impressed. Their non-answer only spiked Whumpee’s anger more.

“WHERE ARE THEY!? What have you DONE to them?!” Their uncharacteristically strong voice echoed off the walls. Even being back in Caretaker’s hands for a while now, they had not felt this willful in years. Not since Whumper kidnapped them the first time.

“Nothing they can’t survive, I’m sure.” Whumpee could hear the scoff in Whumper’s voice. “Stubborn, that one. A real thorn in my side. I couldn’t really kill them though, as much as I’d have liked to. I simply incapacitated them for a while.”

Whumpee bristled despite their fear. Their voice dropped menacingly as they growled “Where are they?”

“Oh, that’s the good part! I had my guys take them back with them. I’m sure they’re keeping them safe.” Whumpee’s heart squeezed when they remembered Whumper’s two right-hand men. Ruthless and strong. And incredibly loyal to Whumper. Whumpee has plenty of scars to remind them of those two. ‘Safe’ was a relative term with them.

“I wanted some time alone with you. See how you’ve been since Caretaker took you from me.” Whumper gave a dramatic sigh. “I see they’ve taught you disobedience. I suppose I’ll have to beat it out of them too.”

“Don’t. Touch. Them.”

“No, no. That would ruin my plans. If I remember correctly, threatening them was a great way to keep you in line. Only now I don’t have to lie that I have them under my control in order to get what I want. In fact, I’m sure you’ll have front row seats to hear their screams if they’re in the cell next to you.”

“No! Don’t hurt them! You wanted me! You have me! Leave them alone!”

“Ohhh, now,” Whumper tsked again. “That wouldn’t be any fun. I think it’ll be quite interesting to see who I can get to break first. Especially if it’s to ‘protect the other’. What do you think, Whumpee?” Whumper chuckled, their voice light. Teasing. “What would you do to stop their screams? Hmm? What would Caretaker do to stop yours? Who will succumb to the pain first? Crying and screaming and begging? Who will be able to withstand it longer?”

Whumpee tried to pull away from the rough grip on their chin as their head was forced to look up at where they imagined Whumper’s angry, fiery eyes were glaring down at them but it didn’t budge. They could feel Whumper’s hot breath on their neck as they leaned closer to their ear, sending Whumpee’s back ramrod straight at the proximity.

Whumpee hated to admit it, but Whumper’s presence terrified them to their core. They kneeled on the hard, painful floor frozen except for their quick, sharp gasps of air. Vulnerable. Scared.

“My bet is on them.”

[whump-in-the-closet]

“Don’t you know who I am?”

A light slap. Not painful, but enough to make the guards snicker. “Anything else you want to add?”

“Fuck y—”

Whumper cut them off with another slap. Sharper. “Yeah, yeah, so nothing important? No message for the camera? Great! Gag them.”

“No! Wait—mmmph!”

“That’s what I like to hear from you.” Whumper thumbed away a drop of blood from Whumpee’s jaw. “Nothing.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Threaten

Wolfstar, March 11, word count 355

Previous part First part

CW- Abduction, restraint.

Remus was stunned that anyone would want to break into the kebab shop. For a second, he thought perhaps it was Barty, but he pushed that thought aside. Barty was lying low, and a break-in would bring eyes on him that he didn’t want. Remus picked up his phone and was just about to call the police when his door crashed open, splinters of wood spraying across the room, and four hulking men dressed all in black shoved their way in and grabbed him before he could even make sense of what was happening. A gag was roughly wedged in his mouth, and a blindfold tied around his eyes. Remus thought they’d maybe been sent to threaten him; the Blacks must have been waiting for him to message Sirius. He’d been such a fool. He’d thought that until they began to drag him out of the flat and bundled him into the back of a car. 

They drove in silence for some time. Remus lost track of all the turns they made, and he couldn’t guess how long they’d been travelling. Eventually, the car pulled to a stop and Remus was dragged back out of it. He tripped when they began to walk forward, but the men were unsympathetic and continued on, Remus trying to get his feet back under him. 

He was led down a set of steps. The room was colder than it was outside, and he was pushed down into a chair. Remus grunted as his arms were yanked behind him and the bite of plastic cable ties cut into his wrists as they were zipped closed. The same was done to his legs. He was stuck. 

Remus took deep, steadying breaths through his nose. The men stood on either side of him as the sound of high heels clicked across the floor. The blindfold was ripped mercilessly from around his eyes, taking a few hairs with it. He squinted as the bare lightbulb above him stabbed into his eyes. 

“You!” A familiar voice spat at him. He looked up, forcing his eyes open, and looked into the face of Walburga Black. 

Next part

[kabr0ztrousers]

fem read gets kidnapped by a cult and wakes up with a collar around their neck only to be used and raped by the cult members as some worship service toy for there God/Goddess

Kabr0z Writes Episode 136: It's not a cult!

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

AO3!

CWs: mentioned physical violence; noncon; religious themes; bondage; kidnap; masked men; oral sex; anal sex

A/N: I keep threatening to get my time management sorted out, and I never do... Either way, enjoy a more standard-length one. It didn't feel so extreme when I was writing it, so take the above as a more general warning than anything too traumatising.

As always, consume in good health

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You groaned as you regained consciousness. You remembered talking to a couple of American teens who insisted on calling themselves elders before someone threw a bag over your head and clubbed you senseless. Fair dues, it was a solid bag on your head, airy, but heavy duty. It even smelled like actual jute. Whoever was responsible for the bag? Not one for cutting corners.

You shook your head. You probably shouldn't be congratulating your kidnappers. Your wrists hurt, rough ropes bound your arms together behind your back, knotted from your elbows down to your wrists. Your hands felt OK, not numb or anything, so whoever did it probably knew their way around a rope. There you were again, admiring the people who quite literally bagged and dragged you. The same people who were currently keeping you who-knows where, in the dark, stripped down to your underwear. At least you weren't cold.

You heard footsteps, and people talking with vague American accents. They were hushed, whispering to one another, but not trying too hard to hide. The voices stopped as they got closer, walking with clicking heels on the stone floor. One stepped up to you, grabbing the sack and tearing it off your head. He was wearing a mask that covered the top half of his face, but you could tell it was one of the "elders" you were speaking to. Gone was the crisp white button-down and the tasteful slacks, replaced with deep red robes, cut at the front to reveal his bare crotch.

You tore your gaze off him, glancing around. You were sat below a statue of a woman, cast from gold. You weren't so bothered about what the statue was made of, as what it depicted. It was at least ten feet tall, the image of a woman, her foot up on a plinth. Her head was tilted backwards such that you couldn't see her face. One hand cupped her breast, the other between her thighs. From where you were knelt, you could see her fingers, they were buried inside her. A statue to self-indulgence personified, and you were on her altar.

You looked back at the trio. All of them were wearing the same bone-white masks, the same open robes, the same sandals bound up to the knee. The one you recognised reached behind him, withdrawing a thin metal band connected to a chain. He approached you, speaking in what you presumed was Latin. A slow measured cadence, still painted with the American inflections, like someone who knew how to form the sounds but hadn't ever learned how the language flows together. You scurried back as he leant down to you, the mask hiding his intentions, if not his snow-white veneers. He was faster than you, the band flexed around your neck, fastening at the back. You could probably release it, if your arms could move at all. One of the other men stepped to the plinth under the statue, attaching the other end of your lead to it, winding it through some hidden mechanism. Another forced your mouth open before forcing a metal ring behind your teeth, keeping your jaw from closing. They stood in a line, the others joining the chant as it reached a conclusion. Then silence.

The first one, the one who had the collar, pulled your leash. You jolted, forced to scramble on your knees to avoid being pulled over altogether. You tried to turn your face, to stop the semi-hard cock forcing its way into your mouth. Another grabbed your hair, making you grunt as he twisted your head. His cock hardened fully in your mouth, making you drool around it as another man lifted your hips.

Fingers rubbed something cold on your asshole and cunt, probing your entrances, feeling you clenching, trying to resist them. A long, smooth object slid into your pussy, the man twisting and pushing it, making sure it was seated before applying a strip of tape to you, holding it in. You felt a cock rubbing against your ass, sliding up and down, covering itself in the same lubrication that coated you. The one in your mouth pulled back a moment, then both thrust hard into you.

They weren’t interested in taking their time. The man with your leash pulled you onto him as the other hammered into your ass. You tried to wriggle away from them, using what mobility you had, but between the hands on your waist and the collar around your neck, you couldn’t move more than a few inches. You sobbed into the cock invading your throat, drowned out by the gurgling sucking sounds of your throat slime being churned up by his relentless fucking.

The object in your cunt started to hum, slowly at first, but dialling up quickly. The hard plastic buzzing against the cock rubbing on it as your ass was used. You felt yourself getting wetter around the vibrator, your juices held in by the tape keeping it lodged inside. You could feel yourself tensing, your hands clasping unbidden, knuckles whitening as your stifled groans fought with the lewd sounds coming from your throat.

The first man was groaning too, his cock twitching and pulsing in your mouth. You felt it widen a little as he pushed it into your throat, feeling you gag and hack against it. He cried out as he came, a breathy, inarticulate call. His climax brought the other one off, seeing his friend filling your throat with cum making him pulse and throb, his tightening balls rammed against the buzzing object taped in your cunt.

Your eyes watered as they stayed, pulsing and softening in you. You gasped as your mouth became free, stumbling as your lead was dropped. Your ass gaped, leaking thick cum. Sharp pain as the tape tore from your cunt, your clenching walls pushing the vibrator out of you where the third man picked it up before stuffing it into your mouth, making you taste yourself as you gagged on it.

There they left you. Metal soled sandals clack-clack-clacking out of the room, leaving you bound, gagged and weeping.

You stared at the statue above. A single, glimmering drop of moisture seemed to drip from her fingers