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@justplainwhump saw this and thought of Irena

NSFWhump idea

Intimate whumper making tally marks, be it branding, a tattoo, or carved with a knife, on whumpee’s skin (preferably the back, there’s lots of room there, and it’s not always easy to see) every time they fuck whumpee. Then sometime after they escape or are rescued, some poor sap asks about the tally marks and what they mean, not at all expecting the breakdown/lashing out from whumpee.

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Interrogation

A continuation to this piece, in which Emily is interrogated for a crime she has no idea was committed.

Content warnings: lady whump, corrupt (military) police, threatening behaviour from police. Let me know if i missed anything!

I hope you enjoy!

I really want to stretch my arms.

I'm not sure how long I've been here. This room is cold, and they haven't provided me with any kind of heater or even a jacket to put over my short sleeved shirt. If I didn't have this cloth or tape on my mouth, my teeth would be chattering.

It's just me in this room - either a cell or interrogation room, I'm not sure which - with my hands cuffed to the back of the chair. They even tied my damned feet to the chair legs. They just restrained me to this chair and locked the door on their way out.

They never removed the hood, either. All I can do is listen to the sounds of my own trembling breaths beneath the black hood. There's nothing I can do to keep warm when I'm tied up like this, either. I can barely feel my fingers. I hope someone comes by soon so that I can ask them for a blanket or a jacket or a heater or something.

This is bad, this is really, really bad. I don't know why I'm here, I don't know what they want, I don't know what - if anything Tessa and Alistair did to deserve this either. I hope this is all a huge misunderstanding, but the stupidly rational voice in the back of my head keeps saying "you know, they won't let you go, right?"

Almost on cue, there's the sound of metal on metal somewhere far away, outside. Some kind of door unlocking, opening and closing, followed by footsteps and distant voices. I can't make them out, my own breathing is too loud beneath this damned hood, but they are getting closer. Now that those voices are there, a part of me hopes they just go past me and leave, going somewhere else entirely. Leave me alone.

But the small, frightened part of me is freezing too, and the only way that can change is if the soldiers come in here.

The metal sounds are loud now, and I can only assume they are here, at my door. I feel the muscles in my arms get stiffer as I try to keep my back straight.

The door is behind me, and it swings open, and a light switch is flicked, causing the world through the thick fabric of the hood to get a little brighter. Clicky footsteps enter on the concrete floor, then the door closes once again. The footsteps wander around me and in front of me - then there's the sound of a chair scraping and someone sitting in it. There's many footsteps, I can't tell how many, but it's not just one. I daren't even turn my head, just keeping forward facing. I can hear someone behind me, though, and that makes me feel more uneasy. I can't tell what they're doing there at all.

There's the sound of rustling papers in front of me, presumably the person sat down, then there's a pen on paper, scribbling away.

It feels like an eternity, before...

"Get the hood off her," commands the man in front of me.

This is immediately followed by the hood being yanked off my head, and I have to screw my eyes shut so I'm not blinded by all the light that floods my vision.

A lamp in the far side of the room facing me, in front of the man who sits inbetween me and the lamp. There is a small table next to him, but it doesn't extend all the way to me, like they do in the movies. He's still writing something, and I can't help but shiver at the feeling of the soldier behind me touching my face as he tears off the tape and pulls out the fabric from my mouth. I cough a little, my mouth and tongue dry from the experience.

The soldier doesn't move from behind me, giving me the awful feeling of being watched.

"Name?"

"Pl-please, I'm... I'm c-c-cold..." me quivering like this is not my proudest moment, but all I can do is hope that they get me something to warm me up.

"Tell me your name, girl. Now."

The one in front of me seems very important. In fact, I think it's the one from the apartment - was he a Major? I don't know exactly.

"E-Emily De-an..."

He writes it down on the paper.

I shake my head as I shiver from the cold air around me, trying to keep it together.

"So, Emily -" he takes something from the soldier behind me. A folder of some kind. He opens it up, and removes the contents. A few papers, different papers, with colours and plenty of words that I can't quite see. "- do you recognise this?"

He sets one down on the table.

My breath catches in my throat as I realise... it's an anti-government poster.

Don't let their lies trick you into thinking everything is perfect!, it says.

"What about this one?"

A similar poster, different colours and words. My heart drops when I realise... this is what they have taken us for. This has to be a mistake. They think we're printing anti government posters. This isn't right, it can’t be. None of us are -

"And this one?"

The final one, i do recognise. I saw several of them around the university campus, on street lamps and bins. I had ignored them at the time - I don't want to involve myself in anti-government things. They are too good at shutting down any kind of resistance cell and I'll be the first to admit it scares me, so I keep my head down and my nose clean.

The last thing I would have ever expected was that I would be accused of *printing* these posters!

"I... I've ss-se-een them around c-campus-s, s-sir..." I try to explain through my chattering teeth.

"You haven't been making them, then?"

"No-no, sir. Please, I don't know wh-"

"We have traced the printing of those leaflets to your apartment, Ms Dean. We have the proof. You are much better off coming clean now, and telling us who you corroborate with."

"Sir, please, I don't know anything -" my throat strains in my attempt to not burst into tears right here and now. I can feel my eyes watering a little.

The soldier behind me steps closer to me, and I can feel his hand on the back of my neck, forcing me to lean backwards on to him as he squeezes gently.

"There is no use in lying to us. We can prove it. There has been anti-council activity occurring in your apartment."

"There hasn't, sir, please -"

I can hear the sound of the soldier behind me unsheathing something - presumably the baton they all carry around - and I can't stop myself from turning my head around to try and see him.

Sure enough, he's holding the baton in his grip, looking over me.

"We've got hours and hours to get the truth out of you, girl."

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Interrupted Study Session

My little introduction to Emily, one of the girls in the Casino ‘verse (created by me, @justplainwhump and @sableflynn)!

Content warnings: kidnapping (at gunpoint), home invasion (kind of) scenario, corrupt military police, lady whump.

I think that’s it? Please let me know if I missed anything!

I hope you enjoy!

One would think that I had learned my lesson from the last time I was studying for exams that working into the early hours of the morning is never a good idea. Why does past me like to punish present me with such stupid ideas like "oh, I'll deal with this later?"

Never again.

I rub my eyes and check the clock on my bedside table, on the opposite side of the room. 00:37. Certainly not the latest night I've ever pulled, but it's a good thing I don't have my lecture until 11am tomorrow. I can catch up on sleep if I keep studying until somewhere around 3 or 4am.

That is, if i don't fall asleep on my books first.

I can't even remember what the last three lines I just read were. Maybe I should just turn in and wake up early to do some reading when I'm less tired?

CRASH!

The sound of wood hitting wood out in the main apartment makes me almost jump out of my seat, and any fatigue I once had was now gone out of the sheer shock of the loud noise. In fact, I'm so stunned I don't even get up out of my seat. There are voices, commanding and booming, out in the living room.

Footsteps. Lots of them. Coordination. People are there, many of them.

Within seconds my door is kicked open, and I am face to face with a pair of armed soldiers, pointing a very scary looking rifle at me. That doesn't look fake.

The insignia of the council on the sleeves of the black-uniformed soldiers looks even more real, their masks covering everything but their eyes, as they bark at me to raise my hands and get out of my seat.

I can't think clearly enough to follow their instructions, not when I'm staring down the barrel of a gun. It seems they realise I'm not about to fight them, because one of the soldiers is behind me tying my wrists together with hard cuffs.

Someone says something about searching the rooms, and I'm dragged unceremoniously to the living area and forced to my knees in the middle of the room. My roommates - Tessa and Alistair - have suffered a similar fate to me, but seem to be holding it in better than I am. I can't stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks, Tessa holding back any emotion, and Alistair keeping his mouth shut.

I don't even have the courage to ask the soldiers watching over us why they're searching our home at almost 1am, even though I can hear them whispering between themselves as they look over the three of us. We're just three students, why is there the need for all this violence and security? Why all the guns? We haven't done anything wrong!

Someone else enters the apartment, and they look so different to the black clad soldiers that are upending every cupboard, turning everything upside down, something is smashed in the carnage somewhere.

This new man is wearing a proper military uniform, one that signifies importance. It makes me uneasy, the way they're looking at me.

"Major Grisham, sir." One of the black-clad soldiers leaves Tessa's bedroom and approaches the new person.

He takes off his gloves, turning to face the soldier. "Sergeant. Anything substantial?"

"Yes, sir. We're conducting a more thorough search."

"Well, get these three to interrogation immediately."

What? They... they found something, what? What have they found? What does Tessa or Alistair have to do with any of this? Why am I being grouped with them?!

But that's not nearly as terrifying as the interrogation the Major mentioned. What are they -?!

A soldier from behind me, clearly ready for that command, roughly shoves something soft between my teeth. Something that dries my tongue out the moment it makes contact. I don't even have the chance to spit it out before the soldier covers my mouth with tape, roughly securing it in place and ensuring very little sound will come from me.

As if that wasn't bad enough, something thick, black and heavy is placed over my head. A hood.

No. This isn't happening, it can’t be.

I've heard rumours about soldiers making arrests like this. One day your colleague is at work, the next they're taken in for questioning for terrorist charges you didn't know they committed. It's happened to one other person I know from my part time job.

I have yet to see or hear from them again.

I can't stop myself from letting out a low cry as I'm forced to my feet and dragged out of the door, the black hood making me more disoriented than usual as I am dragged down the steps. I can't stop the tears flooding what little of my vision I have left. There are distant sounds of radio chatter from the soldier who is pulling me around, even as we reach the familiar concrete sounds of the ground floor.

I'm scared, I didn't do anything, I'm innocent, how could they -

"Get in."

I'm shoved towards what appears to be a van, and I clamber inside. I can hear the other two get forced in, too. I can't tell whether I'm supposed to sit or stay stood up, or what, but the door slams shut barely a minute later.

This is... unreal...

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Intro I guess

Hello! It’s Abi, from the blog whumping-newbie. I decided (with some gentle encouragement from @justplainwhump, @what-a-whump and @lettuceknighted) to make this sideblog to my sideblog!

So, a little bit of info I guess. I have been pretty inactive on my whump blog bc I didn’t want to post much nsfw stuff there XD so I created this space so that I can post it, and people can ignore this blog completely if it’s not for them :DD

It should go without saying, that this blog is going to be strictly 18+ only, please do not interact if you are under 18. I myself am in my 20′s, and whilst I don’t mind minors on my whump blog since I try to keep that sfw (unless tagged otherwise), this blog is going to be exclusively nsfw - I shall be tagging and read-more’ing my work here.

Anyway! I shall get to actually posting content now XD i’ll create masterlists fairly soon, and get this blog functional XD but for now I have some of my own stories to post (including casino-verse stuff, and maybe some dark!AU stuff from my main story!)

Hope you’ll stick around and enjoy what you find!

Edit: Forgot to add that this blog is going to be a majority of lady whump, since that’s my niche XD