#or the classic chloroform rag ofc

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

this or that - whump tropes (45)

as someone who doesnt know much about injuries and medical stuff i dont really care about inaccurate portrayals of those things (or, usuually dont notice at all lol) but someone who is more knowledgeable might cringe at those scenes

[stonedlilac]

Kidnapping you from the middle of a lonely road at night, putting you into the back of my truck gagging with a rag of chloroform in place, tying you up, driving us both to the middle of a forest where I'll have my cabin set up. But first I drag you out, dump you to the forest floor, I'll kick you or hit you awake removing the gag and ropes. You'd be confused, slowly returning to your senses you begin to cry realizing your predicament.

Soon you'll start to beg.

But I'm here for my nightly fun and regardless you cry or not so I'll lay the rules of the night.

I untie you, and when I take my shot gun out and shoot the ground you're going to run. Ofc I do have a ankle monitor on you so you know I'm just doing this for sport and that I could easily track you down.

And by the end of it all, hours of running and crying and trying to figure out what the actual fuck is happening I'll finally drag you in to my cabin. Getting high on your cries and sobs as you plead and cry for me to stop and let go- as if that ever worked.

I'll first need you to get cleaned up so I'll strip and tear away your clothes leaving you bare, embarrassed and worried. The tub is already filling with water, you can only hope its warm. You find out for yourself when I drag to you the edge of the tub on your knees before I plunge your head into the water. Freezing cold water. It numbs your skin and face- you try to tap me scream and yell but you're only losing up on your oxygen. You're writhing now. The lack of air making you feel like your brain's all shriveled up. I'd see how your movements grow more lethargic, the water is still- a little splashing from the convulsions but nonetheless, weak. That's when I'll pull you up. Placing a slight kiss to the side of your head before I force you to sit into the freezing water without letting you adjust to it.

You want to cry now, I can tell, I can see it in your eyes. You're confused and I just so happen to love it. You don't know what I'd do next so you sit still. I'll shower you clean, the dirt and mud coming right off as I lather the soap to your skin. Me, a total stranger, as if the switch had flipped, my hands are now soft and gentle to you. But not for long.

Before you know it you're chained to the radiator of my basement- a classic spot. You stay there for about an hour or so as I eat my dinner upstairs. And when I'm finally done, I'll get back to you- my new plaything. You beg and plead me more thinking I'd make a difference. That earns you a slap or three from me. Each making you cry harder. I tell you to be a quiet unless you want to join the rest of the bodies in my cellar, as I point to the other room across the basement. They'd be happy to have company anyways. Seeing you feverishly shake your head and quieten down I'll put you up on the small bed I have set up for you.

The next thing you'll be hearing is me grabbing more rope to hold you in place as I shove you on to your stomach and tie your wrists to the creaky headboard, propping your hips up creating a beautiful arch. I have no need for pleasantries or decency so you hear the zipper of my pants coming down, my strap prodding your ass and drooling cunt I only chuckle knowing you probably like this all despite you tears.

Your pussy is dripping down your thighs, and I've barely touched you aside from bruising your pretty face. My strap barely fits into your tight holes and I know it won't fit but that's irrelevant for me to share with you. I slam my hips over and over again, your screams hitting the ceiling as i hold your head down to the pillows effectively muffling them just enough for me to not want to think of drugging you again to shut up. I keep at it, not letting you adjust to my size, the silicone slopping against your swollen cunt as I continue using you as a flesh light for what probably felt like hours.

Soon enough you pass out, spent, drowning in a puddle of your own blood, cum and tears. I've had my fun for the night, as I zip up my pants while I leave you be as I clean myself up letting you sleep in the sore and discomforting position I had you in.

But exhaustion took over the pain in waves. You hope you'll be let out soon or even tomorrow. But deep down you know you'll never see the light of day again.

Happy Halloween 🎃 <3

I was just wandering along, enjoying the night, frolicking like a free soul. Enjoying the breeze and the crinkle of the leaves underfoot.

I tried to struggle, the best my 112 pound body could but I quickly succomb to the chemicals violating my nose. Feeling the sharp sting everytime I breathe in, my brain becoming fuzzy and my vision fading. Sheer panic is the last thing I feel before I'm met with darkness.

A sharp sting brings me back as I feel your boot make harsh contact with my ribs. I struggle and whine against my binds, my eyes widening in fear. I start to wiggle away from you, pushing my bound ankles desperately against the forest floor, my upper body trailing through the dirt. I hear you chuckle as you approach and I start to violently struggle, tears forming in my eyes.

I feel you undo my binds and I'm met with overwhelming confusion. Are you letting me go? Was this all just a sick thrill for you? I gain my senses fully, placing my palms on the forest floor, panting and drooling like a weakened animal.

That's when I see the shotgun. I freeze. Absolute terror overcoming me. You sadistically run the barrel along my cunt, dragging it upwards until it rests on my chin. You explain the rules to me, my breath caught in my lungs from feeling the cold steel press against my throat. Suddenly you shoot the ground. I flinch and let out a yelp, quickly getting to my feet and bolting.

Making my way deeper and deeper into the woods I feel foreign fabric rubbing along my ankle. A tracker? I smile subtly. What a dumb cunt you are. As if I wouldn't disarm it. Too bad you didn't shove it up my pussy while I was passed out, huh? I take a rock and smash it against my ankle, disregarding the pain. The tracker smashes to pieces on the forest floor. I'm laughing now. You'll never fucking find me.

I keep running, unknown of where I'm going. Unknowing that the forest you've chosen has a path that wraps around directly to your cabin. Making sure I'd be caught regardless of the circumstances. I'm panting now, a steady pace taking over my body, it feels like I've been running for hours...

Suddenly I feel your wright plunge into me, I'm knocking harshy to the ground, letting out a feral scream as I fall. Kicking, screaming, clawing and scratching. But it does no use. You drag me off by my hair, my cries of desperation fading into the forest as you throw me inside.

I hear the ripping of cloth as your harsh hands quickly reveal what's underneath them. My knees drag against the floor leaving a small streak of blood as you roughly drag me to the tubs edge. Plunging my face into the water I struggle, hard. Small bubbles and waves making splashing noises. I start to feel fuzzy, full panic setting in. Roughly my head is pulled up by my hair. I don't have much fight left in me, and I pant beneath you, trying to regain my senses. You effortlessly pick me up and toss me into the tub, my body tensing as the rush of cold makes my heart pound out of my chest.

Tears are running slowly down my cheeks as I focus on my breathing, flinching with every movement you make like a broken animal. This makes you smile and chuckle, I look so fucking pathetic. You wash every part of me, working your way down my body with such care and dedication. Suddenly you freeze, grabbing me by my chin to look at you. I whine beneath your touch, tense and scared. You'll regret destroying your little tracking device, pet, you seethe and tighten your grip, making my mouth involuntarily open stupidly.

Pathetically, I beg and plead. Anything. Unbeknownst to the fact that you're actually enjoying my torture. You slap me harsh and I yelp beneath you, rattling the chains as I flinch. Glancing in terror at the closed door that hides dark, dark secrets. It hits me. I need to make you like me, so I don't become like them. Hesitantly, I follow your movements, forcefully making my way to the bed. I'm crying silently now, for I know what's coming.

My chest and chin hit the bed and you push me harshly down. I feel the burn of the rope as you secure my hands in front of me, tying them tightly. I hear your zipper, almost as if it's magnified and echoing. You lazily part my legs with your knee, holding them in place as you edge my pussy and ass. I squeal against you, feeling my wetness spread down my thighs.

I feel your strap plunge into me, letting out a pained scream, giving me no time to adjust as you slam in out and of me. You grab my hair and shove it into the bed, my breath cut short, muffled moans and screams escaping my lips as I feel you violate me. My eyes are glossed over, makeup running down my cheeks as my limp body thrusts forward everytime you slam into me. I'm too weak to fight, too overstimulated and fuzzy. I take every thrust, my hands clenched into fists as I forcefully cum over and over.

I'm so broken, so used. I feel myself start to give up. Your strap still violating me as my last feeling is you hitting my g-spot before I pass out. My wrists are bruised, drool running down my chest and onto the bed.

My last thought as I fade isn't a good one. I'm going to die here, aren't I? Everything goes black.

Happy Halloween, hehe! I absolutely LOVED this, fuck.♡