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puppygirl-bixxi · 3 months

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i think wearing a shock collar and being trained to be the perfect puppy for my owner would fix me.

need to learn how to rut properly, to hump a girl’s leg just enough so that i almost cum. but, my owner takes it away at the last moment every single time. getting a swift shock through my body if i continue. all i can do for her is grind my hips uselessly against whatever she commands me to use. her thighs, her pillow, her abs, or even the friend she brought in to show off her new puppy to. she even gives them the remote to my collar to see what tricks i can do…

all the while this poor pup is forced to whine, beg, and bark. leaking again and again and again for my owner. every zap of electricity forces me to stop. it messes with my brain, i lose focus every time she does it. whenever i build a tolerance, all she does is go up to the next level.

zzt! zap! zzzz! zhht!

eventually, i can’t even wear panties properly without the friction making me excited. my mistress owner forcing them off of me once she sees what it’s doing to me. “puppies don’t need human clothes,” she says “you just bark for mommy… you serve her.”

before i get a change to uselessly beg, she tugs on my leash. i yelp and bark, and i try to open my mouth to ask her to let me cu- ztt!

-the thought… i can’t remember anymore. she leads me by the leash to my dog bed. it’s all messy, it smells like wet fur and precum. i want to sleep with her, it’s safer up in her sheets. i struggle and be- zzt! -but i- zap! -plea- zzttt!!

when i wake up, i can’t remember what’s happening… i something. i try to move my paws, but suddenly they’re slammed back onto bed (the bed!) by familiar, tender hands. she’s gripping so tightly, i can’t move my arms. i try to bark but end up whining and moaning.

then.. the rest of my senses come back. i can feel her again and again… she’s pumping her cock inside of me. i can feel how she stretches me out. how bolts of pleasure make me writhe underneath her. i haven’t stopped leaking since she started using my body. all i get to do is drool all over the sheets as she uses her puppy for her true purpose: a cocksleeve.

building and building, her dick throbbing inside of me. i need it i need it i need it, is all that whispers in my brain. it comes out as useless barking and whining. “i’m gonna fucking cum, puppy… make mommy proud, cum with me.. squirt all over like a good pup should!”. she pounds into me and i can’t help it, i never could, there’s no more collar to stop me. with one final thrust she sheathes inside of me, warmth flooding through as i finally let go. i’m shaking and crying as i cum all over her perfect bedsheets. our two seeds dripping together underneath my legs. it keeps going and going and going.. i can’t stop almost. it feels like it goes on forever, for too long. it makes my brain go blank… the only thing lighting up my brain being pure, blissful, pleasure.

by the time i wake up, i only hear one noise

zzt!

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mj-iza-writer · 2 months

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Whumpee came in carrying the mail and looked through it so they could separate it the way Whumper liked.

Whumper came in angrily and grabbed Whumpee's arm and pulled them aside.

"Who said you could go outside?", Whumper hissed.

"Mas-Master please, you-you're hurting me", Whumpee winced as Whumper squeezed tighter.

"Who do you think you are?", Whumper shoved Whumpee causing them to fall.

"I-I'm sorry, it's been one of my duties for a long time to retrieve the mail and separate it for you", Whumpee looked up from the floor.

"You still have to ask permission to leave this house, why all of a sudden today you don't ask. Regardless if you are doing a chore or not", Whumper frowned, "are you getting bold? Do you think you don't have to ask anymore? Are you to comfortable?"

"No, please Master", Whumpee panicked, "it only slipped my mind today. It won't happen again. Please forgive me."

"Trust me, I know it won't happen again. I'll give you something to remember this by", Whumper grinned.

"Please Master, I didn't mean to go against you.... I'm sorry", Whumpee bowed lowely to the floor, "please, I'm begging have mercy on me."

Whumper reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair and started to drag Whumpee through the house to the living room.

Whumpee grimaced as the struggled behind Whumper.

"I've been waiting for you to mess up", Whumper suddenly chuckled, "now I get to use my new toy."

Whumper gave one more harsh pull, causing Whumpee to fall forward to the floor. Their face bumping into the couch.

They quickly got up and cowarded away.

"New... new toy", they eyed an open box on the couch, "Master, you're making me nervous."

"Good", Whumper sat down on the couch and pulled the box closer, "come here."

Whumpee gulped. It took every ounce of their strength to crawl to Whumper's feet. Their limbs shook as they looked at the floor.

Whumper pulled something around their neck and tightened it in the back. Whumpee heard the sound of something being locked.

"Master, wh-what are you doing to me?", Whumpee felt it suddenly difficult to swallow.

"Come with me", Whumper stood and started to go to the back of the house.

Whumper pointed at the door.

"Walk through that door, go outside now", Whumper grinned.

Whumpee backed away, "no please", Whumpee sobbed, fully knowing what was about to happen. Metal prongs dug into their neck as they sniffled some snot up their nose.

"I said go out that door", Whumper commanded "don't make me throw you out."

Whumpee swallowed hard, they took small steps toward the door.

"Go ahead", Whumper ordered.

Whumpee took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway.

They realized as they stood on the other side that nothing happened.

They turned quickly and gave a weird look to Whumper.

"Nothing happened because you had my permission to go out... got it", Whumper grinned, "that collar is, in fact, a shock collar. You will be shocked if you leave this house without my permission, I have to manually turn it off before you go out. I can also remotely shock you."

Whumpee felt nauseated from the fear they had just went through.

"I think I'm going to be sick", Whumpee rubbed their stomach, "that was cruel, this is all cruel."

"Do you want to be zapped?", Whumper frowned as Whumpee quickly shook their head no, "that's what I thought."

Whumpee looked down at the ground.

"Get back in here", Whumper commanded, "get back to work."

Whumpee quickly came back in.

Whumpee had a hard time getting use to the collar, it was fitted too tightly. It was thick and hard to move in, and the metal prongs dug into their skin.

Whumper came in to see them scratching underneath the collar.

Whumpee mumbled something before turning and jumping when they saw Whumper.

"You care to repeat yourself?", Whumper frowned.

"No", Whumpee said with a note of frustration.

"Check your attitude", Whumper took a closer look at the collar and Whumpee's irritated neck.

"Come here, I guess I did make it too tight", Whumper frowned, "I know it's uncomfortable, but you'll get use to it."

Whumpee took a frustrated sigh, then wiped a tear away.

"This much fuss over the shock collar? I don't even have it in a big setting", Whumper frowned.

"It's not just the collar. It's everything. I'm frustrated, can't you fu... freaken get that", Whumpee yelled, "I'm held here against my will. I slave over this entire house without so much as a thankyou or some sort of reward. I make one mistake, and now I'm wearing a freaken dog collar with the threat of getting shocked. I'm frustrated. You hurt me today, not a physical hurt either. It's deeper than that."

Whumper listened. They felt a little guilt twinge at their heart.

"You do freaken realize today is.... no, never mind. I'm not going to ask you for sympathy. Just let me calm down... please", Whumpee almost stormed off, "am I dismissed?"

Whumper stepped aside and let them through.

Whumper quickly went to their calendar.

"What the heck did I forget.... oh", Whumper frowned, "birthday and their anniversary of being here. I'm an idiot."

Whumper rounded the corner and saw Whumpee watching out the open front window.

They heard tiny sobs coming from Whumpee.

"Whumpee I'm going to go out for a bit. Try to relax a little", Whumper's guilt was eating them alive, "I won't be long."

Whumpee just nodded. They wiped another tear away.

Whumper now stood in front of the books. They already had a cake, ice cream, and a few other things in the cart. They had hopes of making it up to Whumpee.

Yes, Whumpee was held hostage and used as a slave, but everyone deserved to enjoy their birthday.

"I know they like to read, they're constantly looking at the magazines when they come in", Whumper looked over some of the covers, "but what the heck do they like to read."

They finally picked out two books they thought may be interesting. They then made a stop in the toy aisle.

"Whumpee often looks at these when they come to the store with me", Whumper looked over the stuffed toys, "this one looks good", Whumper looked one over.

Whumpee had calmed down enough to start cleaning again.

"At least they aren't here to bother me", Whumpee whispered, "I knew they'd forget, I don't know what I expected."

Whumpee frowned, "hey you've been here long enough. It's your birthday. Let's go back to your family", Whumpee mocked their thoughts and dreams, "I really miss my family, I wonder what we'd be doing right now? I wonder what they're doing right now."

"Whumpee I'm home, cover your eyes", Whumper called from the door.

"Great, now what", Whumpee groaned as they covered their eyes.

They heard some bags shuffle by as Whumper walked past.

"Don't come into the kitchen until I tell you to", Whumper had a laugh in their voice.

"Okay", Whumpee sighed.

After a few minutes of hearing rustling in the kitchen, Whumpee turned toward that part of the house with a glare.

'Now you're going to make a mess', they complained to themself.

"Whumpee you can come in now", Whumper called.

Whumpee cautiously walked into the kitchen and saw the cake and even some food from their favorite restaurant.

They gave a shocked look at Whumper.

"I am a jerk, I'm well aware. I did forget your birthday and anniversary was today", Whumper frowned.

"I kind of figured you would", Whumpee made a small grin.

"To make it up to you for the rest of the week, just have like a birthday week or something like that. Everyone deserves to enjoy their birthday, and since we have a late start, let's just enjoy the rest of today", Whumper smiled, "I'll take off the collar as well, just make sure you ask before going out of the house."

"Okay", Whumpee glanced at everything again, "everything looks so good."

"I didn't have time to wrap things but these are all for you", Whumper handed a plastic bag to Whumpee before they went to remove the collar, "you can open them now if you like, then we'll have dinner. How does cake and ice cream sound?"

Whumpee rubbed their neck happily, "it sounds good", they started to rummage through the bag.

They pulled out a bottle of lotion.

"I thought it might help the irritated parts of your neck", Whumper started to pull out plates, and watched Whumpee open the lotion.

"This feels so nice", Whumpee sighed in relief.

Whumpee then pulled out the stuffed toy, "aww this is so cute", they squeezed it tightly.

"You look at them a lot when we go out, I thought you would like one", Whumper nodded.

"Thankyou", Whumpee smiled as they hugged it again.

Whumpee looked into the bag and saw the two books.

"This one was a struggle because you seem to like to read, but I didn't know what. I hope those are okay... they looked interesting", Whumper looked down, "I'm sorry I forgot, I hope this makes it up to you. You don't have to tell me, I already know I'm a jerk."

Whumpee nodded with a grin, "a big jerk", they said sarcastically.

Whumper frowned and looked down.

"But I appreciate you trying to make it up to me, and these gifts are so nice", Whumpee smiled, "thankyou."

Whumper smiled, "you're welcome, I am sorry about the collar too, I probably went a bit too far with that. Just make sure you follow the rules. I won't put it back on you."

Whumpee nodded, "I did forget today, honest... I was just thinking about my birthday, and it slipped. I think for some reason, I was hoping for a birthday card or something like that."

Whumper smiled and nodded, "I'll try to be better at showing appreciation as well. You do take care of this place, so thankyou."

Whumpee nodded with a smile.

"Well, enough eith this sappy soft crap. Let's eat", Whumper picked up the food, "I got your favorite."

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befuddled-calico-whump · 3 months

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Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

previous /// next (cw: gore)

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@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa @suspicious-whumping-egg , @cryptidwritings , @painsandconfusion , @grizzlie70 , @bloodsweatandpotato , @ladyblogofficialreporter @whumper-soot , @poeticagony

#rip sahota #interrogator is nipping futurenescape attempts in the bud #whump art #t$$ test track au #t$$ sahota #electrocution #shock collar #noncon drugging #rip to me because now i gotta draw the collar lol #whump comic #he did get the heal tank at last though 🥰

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 4 months

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Whump Prompt #1325

Anon asked:

Electric shocks please. Especially if whumpee is wearing a shock collar they can’t take off.

I like it!

A first the whumpee claws at it, and tries to break it off. This results in bruises/scratches on their neck. Maybe they try and pull it over their head which harms their jaw/ears.

They once tried to steal the controller. Never again. The resulting scars will never fade.

Over time they get used to/learn to breathe through the shocks. The more they react, especially in front of company, the larger the punishment.

They develop twitches from the nerve damage.

The shocks are unpredictable - they could be in the middle of the night, or in the middle of a task. They're always exhausted and in fear of messing up. If they mess up a job when shocked, they're also punished.

#whump #writing #prompts #torture #captivity #electric shocks #shock collar #bruises

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the-three-whumpeteers · 6 months

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The whumpee had been forced to wear a shock collar, and the whumper loved using it for any reason they could find. Any small mistake meant agony for the whumpee, and sometimes, the whumper would activate the collar while the whumpee slept, just to make them more miserable.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #shock collar #whumper #torture #captivity whump

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honeycollectswhump · 3 months

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maybe put a shock collar on Ashtray?

Lightning in His Veins

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CW: shock collar, pet whump, conditioned whumpee, dehumanisation

His Mistress has a new collar for him. Ashtray should be excited at the prospect of being decorated, but something about it makes his stomach churn. It is big, black and ugly. Nothing like the delicate accessories his Mistress usually dresses him in, and that almost feels like a sin.

Maybe it's because the collar is a gift from one of her friends, watching excitedly. Not for Ashtray, of course, nothing is ever for him, nothing belongs to him, that’s how it's supposed to be. But sometimes they gift her things to dress him in, though nothing comes close to her knowledge of style and grace. This collar must be one of those gifts then, and who is Ashtray to question that. A Good Boy never questions his superiors, a Good Boy never questions anything. A Good Boy does what he is told.

So Ashtray does. He bares his neck prettily, taking note of how his torso moves, twisting on fresh burns, knowing that the glitter the servants applied must shine like tiny diamonds. And maybe, silently, he hopes that his Mistress’ friends must be so jealous of her beautiful, perfect possessions, decked in gold and jewels, just what dreams are made of.

…At least he thinks that’s what dreams must be like. Objects don’t dream, naturally.

As his Mistress closes the clasps of the collar, as her pristine red nails scratch over a burn scrab, he can’t help but focus on the feelings of prongs digging into his throat in an uncomfortably familiar way. Ashtray doesn’t dwell on it though. He has already learned, there is nothing to fear. The blank rooms are far gone and instead have been blessedly replaced by the shining smiles his Mistress graces him with, her cold hands like glistening ice bringing warm burns, and the golden glamour she has allowed him to be a part of.

Satisfied, his Mistress steps back. She is saying something, talking with her guest, exchanging airy laughter and warbled pleasant tones, washing over Ashtray like pearly morning dew he can picture in his mind but has never seen before. He could get lost in her voice, riding on it like clouds carrying him through his purpose, and yet never being too distracted, always keeping an eye on the ground just low enough so he’ll never miss a clue he can’t understand, never missing the remote–

The remote being handed to his Mistress, equally as black as the collar, making him suddenly awake of the prongs against his throat and the pit forming in his stomach.

Ashtray stays still though, perfectly poised, and suppresses the flinch before it had even fully realised. Maybe he hopes, desperately, if he is Good enough she’ll decide against it. Maybe it was all a test, maybe, maybe… Maybe he can see it coming just enough to give her the reaction she wants.

Almost pleadingly in the silence of his own mind, Ashtray knows he isn’t trained for pain. He is supposed to be an Ashtray, an object with a specific use, it’s all he could ever hope to know. The thought of displeasing her with his reaction scares him more than any pain ever could. What if he reacts too much? What if he is not– Lightning burns down his veins, ripping out his throat, his skin and tissue and soul. Two punctures spread venom down his very being, and there is no escape no escape no escape no escape no escape

Suddenly, it’s gone and Ashtray finds himself curled up on the ground, his limbs still twitching. He can’t remember how but surely it wasn’t graceful and–

His mouth rips open in a breathless scream, a pathetic, garbled screech barely noticeable over the sound of mindless thrashing, limbs hitting the floor, head banging against polished stone. It’s fire and lightning and Punishment and he doesn’t know why, doesn’t know anything, only knows Pain and Punishment and Please Stop.

Pause.

Breath.

Notice saliva dripping from the mouth. Not elegant. Not trained.

Hell.

Like veins imploding, swallowing what is left of Ashtray, leaving no trace of his purpose. Like poison, destruction, ruin, Ødelæggelse.

Stop.

Gasp.

Look up at Mistress, hope for mercy, hope for anything.

Find glee. Find amused laughter. Please.

It never ends…

• • •

He is still here. Ashtray is still here. Twisted, on the ground, the venom still burning in every vessel, but here. His tongue feels thick and swollen in his mouth, dried and bloody at the same time. Somehow, it is all pain, every single cell in his body is pain and lightning and shocks still coursing through him.

Maybe she heard him think. Maybe she felt her Ashtray have stupid little thoughts about things he should be grateful for, like being adorned in a big, black, ugly painful it hurts burning agonising beautiful collar.

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the-bloody-sadist · 6 months

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We’re playing my version of the strip game over on Twitter! See the full there! It’s slightly censored here JUST IN CASE LMFAO

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whump-in-the-closet · 8 months

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The scars left behind by a shock collar. Bruised skin and violet scars. Veins left discolored in a ring around Whumpee’s throat. Words whispered instead of said— Whumpee terrified of setting off the shock. A body that still twitches years after all electricity has stopped. They can still feel the metal collar digging into their skin.

#is this a prompt #maybe #it was in my head and now it’s a post #go wild #whump #shock collar #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #whump ideas #whump scenario #whump tropes #dehumanization

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whumblr · 2 months

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Outside

Continuation from Experiment - pt 1 here

Dani curled up in her favourite chair by the window of the library. Her focus however drifted and she found her gaze kept being drawn to the landscape outside. A wilderness; shrubs and greenery turning into a vast forest surrounding Roman’s mansion, and only near the horizon a glint of the headlights of a lone car. The first sign of civilization for miles - none to be found in the center of this mansion. She estimated the distance, wondered how far she could get through the woods. Useless, really.

She forced her eyes back onto the page of her book. But just as she did, clouds parted and rays of sunshine slid over the pages. Warmth roamed up her arms, tingling her skin in-between the bandages, further up her neck, until she squinted at the bright light. She let her eyes remain closed for just a few seconds, basking in the light, letting it fill the darkest recesses of her thoughts as well. Opening her eyes brought her back to her cruel reality. She exhaled softly.

“Roman.” She only continued when he looked up. “I want to go outside.”

A sly grin spread over his lips and he rested his temple against a fist, tilting his head as he looked her in the eye. “That’s nice, dear. You go right ahead.”

Dani wanted to take the Encyclopedia of the human anatomy on the table and smack him right in his smug face with all its glorious 600 glossy pages (hardcover). Counterproductive, so she sighed out temptations of violence and pulled at the leg of her jeans.

In a slow blink his eyes followed and roamed down to the device around her ankle. “Deactivate it, then,” Dani asked tightly, but still as nicely as she could.

He shifted upright as if he wanted to get up. But then he hummed, directed his attention back to whatever he was working on, and said in a clipped but still playful voice, “No.”

She abruptly stood, dunked her book into the cushion of her seat with so much force it bounced back up, and legged past him without a word. She could see his lips press tightly against his thumb in an attempt to hide his smirk. His eyes followed her out, but he didn’t say another word.

Fucking asshole.

She fumed her way down the stairs, circled through the house and only stopped in front of the back door. Tentatively opened it to gain access to the porch outside. None of the doors in this house were locked. A cruel reminder of her circumstances. She had nowhere to go to escape. Only doors to Roman’s private spaces were locked; his office, his bedroom. And of course her own door at night. She always tested it. Only needed one shot to strangle him in his sleep. Well, two, really… two doors. Still…

The device around her ankle felt heavier than before, cautioning her.

The porch should still fall into the safe area. She tipped a toe outside and set one foot, the one without the device, onto the dark wooden flooring. Technically, probably half the garden was still safe, but she wasn’t going to risk it. She had no idea how this thing pinpointed her location and if it could be off by a few yards. Not going to test that, especially when she was alone.

The lawn stretched out in front of her, tempting her. A green oasis, bordered by beds of wildflowers, hedges turning to pine trees, bushes, all closed in by the woods stretching out for… miles? He had quite a nice garden. To go along with his stupid nice house. Nicely in the middle of freaking nowhere.

She could see dew drops shimmering in the sunshine. That rare bit of sunshine she hadn’t felt in… weeks.

The porch itself, of fucking course, was cast in shadows.

She nudged back and forth, trying a few steps up and down the porch, but steering clear of the steps leading to the garden.

“Go on, then,” a voice behind her encouraged.

Her chest tightened in anger and she stopped her pacing. “No,” she answered in the same clipped voice.

“Coward.” Roman stopped right next to her, joining her with his hands in his pockets to show he came in peace. Together they looked out over the garden in silence. Then he took a deep breath and slowly, deliberately, took a step forward, down the three steps, into the sun. He turned slowly in the middle of the lawn, arms spread wide, eyes closed, head tilted up as if he was enjoying the warmth on his face.

As he spun back, she caught the grin on his face.

“Yeah,” Dani too turned on the spot, hiding her sour expression, “I’ll just go back inside.”

She heard him follow but refused to look back, instead stomping up the stairs back to the library.

He caught up, caught the clenched fist swinging next to her hip as she strode away, pulling her back. She turned with a snap, using the momentum to twist her wrist free and aimed a punch. It landed in the palm of his hand, drawing out a soft chuckle.

“Go on,” he goaded again, this time his voice low, chin tipped down leering at her, advancing on her.

His hand snapped around her wrist. Pulled her in, grabbed her other wrist as well and crossed her arms over her body, tight over her chest, forcing her back until she hit a wall.

Muscles strained as she tried to pull free from his grip. Patience strained as he leaned in closer, smug expression bearing down on her.

“Let go of me,” she said in a calm voice that didn’t line up with the rage swirling through her.

“Hm, no.”

She kicked hard at his knee. Felt and heard a nice crunch. He buckled but didn’t fully let go of her yet.

And without thinking and mostly out of habit, she followed up with a somewhat more indecent kick.

That did the trick.

He stooped forward with a choked off surprised gasp, palm of his hand crashing against the wall as he kept himself up. She just about caught the utmost fury as he glared up at her through narrowed eyes, but before he could regain his ability to speak, she zipped past him and fucking ran.

Ran but she had nowhere to run to.

She heard a thunk behind her as she rushed down the hallway, bolted down the stairs, vaguely registering that he must have collapsed to his knees. But in her panic she found no satisfaction for it.

His voice thundered through the house.

“Danielle!”

Ohhh, shit. Hearing her full name never bode well.

She sprinted to the back of the house, her legs carrying her unconsciously to the most logical escape route. Outside. But that route was cut off, by an invisible minefield that she couldn’t sneak or weave through. She screeched to a halt on the porch, panting, looking around as if she could find an opening somewhere in the invisible electric curtain that closed her in.

Nothing of course. She was absolutely stuck, with nowhere to hide, and with nothing but a severe punishment waiting for her.

Her face fell. Freedom, so close, spread out wide in front of her. Yet still boxed in.

Just as she wondered if she would be able to take the risk and run through the minefield, pain and electricity be damned – at some point she would be outside the range where the ankle monitor might just stop, right?! – footsteps stumbled behind her and her breath caught. She twirled on the spot.

Roman leaned heavily against the doorway, his face twisted in anger, the last remnants of pain twitching in his eyes. At least he had the dignity not to cradle his bruised package. Probably already did that upstairs… on his knees. Trembling. A prick of light in her darkness. An image to hold on to for the upcoming time. She had the dignity not to smirk. Her fear wouldn’t let her anyway.

Dani backed away. Slowly. Maybe she could still slip past him, but what was the use. It would only prolong the inevitable.

Another step back.

Her heart skipped a beat when the ground disappeared. Her ankle doubled as it crashed a few steps lower. With a soft shocked gasp, she fell back, arms flailing.

Completely unexpected, Roman’s hand shot out, gripping her tight by the wrist and she was almost grateful when he pulled her back onto the porch. He didn’t speak yet, just snarled down on her. And just when she got her feet firmly back under her supporting her own weight, his lips curled.

Their eyes met for a second.

And he shoved her hard.

She didn’t even have time to gasp in shock, yet it was like she fell in slow motion. Her mind braced for impact, for the shock that was about to course through her. Legs scrambled under her, stumbling back, muscles strained, desperate to stay upright but it was no use.

Before her back even hit the wet grass, the device activated.

And her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Pain coursed up her legs, the electric surge spreading through her body in an instant. It tensed every muscle to the point where she was completely paralysed for a few seconds.

Then finally could she release the pain in a scream. She wrenched onto her stomach, shaking heavily, fists clenched around the blades of grass. It was like all here muscles were caught in a ring of fire, heat burning through her.

But then it stopped. Muscles abruptly released and she lay flat as a board on the grass for a moment, heaving in gasps.

So much for her escape plan to just power through…

Roman lazily watched her from the porch, fiddling with the remote control for the ankle device. “You’d better crawl back here, fast,” he said, ice in his voice. “It will reactivate again in a few seconds.”

She clawed a hand forward, but before she could even get a leg under her to push off, her muscles clenched up again.

“You know,” Roman’s voice came when her screams died down again to sharp exhales. “To give the escapee the chance to get back within the perimeter…”

He hadn’t moved a muscle, simply watched as she struggled to pick her way back, fell face-forward into the grass as the device activated again; not by its setting but by his hand, hidden behind his back.

Every time Dani went just a little too far in one go for his taste, he pressed the button, stopping her dead in her tracks. Not like she had any grip on how many seconds had passed anyway…

Teeth clenched, Dani fought her way back, trying to move through the paralysing pain. Every inch she gained would make this stop faster. She managed to stay on her hands and knees, simply letting the pain shoot through her and endure, so she could stay upright and immediately inch closer when her muscles were under her control again.

And finally, as she pulled herself up the porch, it stopped. She lay there clutching at the wooden boards, breathing heavily as if she’d just clawed her way back out of a river, holding on for dear life afraid the stream might drag her back.

“Well, now, look at that,” Roman crooned, lightly kicking at her hips, gesturing to her long legs still on the grass. “At least now you know what the safe zone is. Look, you could sit over there in the sun next time.” He put the remote back into his pocket, after completely turning the device off for a bit. A little surprise for next time she tried to sunbathe.

A hand snagged in her hair. He pulled her up and hissed in her face,

“Now, I sincerely hope you didn’t think we were done here.”

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