[M4F] Just Can't Shake It (non-con, dark)

(All prompts on my profile remain open!)

Your hands are bound together above your head, tired and sore from the way you’ve jerked and pulled against them. Your legs are spread, tied to either bedpost. The ropes at your wrists and ankles are your only clothing. Every part of you aches, in one way or another.

You can hear the buzzing in your ears, that infernal buzzing that seems to never end.

The volume on the TV is louder than the buzzing, but with the way it tortures you, the toy between your legs somehow seems louder than the videos you’re forced to watch. The videos of girls like you being roughed up, abused, degraded, used. A lot of it is porn, but not everything. There are some clips from movies or TV shows; other clips almost seem like home security footage. It made your stomach turn at first, but after days of watching it while that toy buzzes on low and sends waves of pleasure through your body, you can’t stop watching. The silence when the TV is off has become more disconcerting than the noise.

At long last, you hear the creak of footsteps overhead. It’s been hours since he left you, and his return causes your heart to race. You pull slightly on the restraints; you know what happens when he returns.

You hate the excitement that builds when you hear him. You hate that, after weeks in his possession, he’s trained your body to want this. In some ways, he’s trained your mind.

The footsteps stop, and you know he’s standing at the top of the stairs. A loud creak echoes down as the basement door opens, shedding a beam of light down on you. His foot falls on the first step and a whimper escapes your lips.

He’s home.

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You awake with a start as the alarm blares beside you. It takes a moment to realize that you’re safe. You’re home. You’re free.

Despite the time that has passed since your escape, the dreams persist. And every morning, like today, you wake up with your panties soaked. It's impossible to shake.

You rise quickly and slip into the bathroom. The shower turns on, hot, the way it always is after what happened to you. The way it is when you try to scrub away the memory of his voice, his touch, his lust. But it always ends the same way: your hand between your legs as steam rises around you. Getting closer and closer-

A knock at the door breaks you from the throes of passion. "Hey, you alright in there? You're gonna need to get going soon?"

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Hey, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy the thought of playing as a freed kidnapping victim having trouble with her return to society.

I left the details pretty open on purpose. My general idea for this is that your character needs to "get going" to a therapy session with my character, who is either a therapist or, if you want to play the repressed good girl type, a pastor. We could also play with the idea of your kidnapper still being out on the loose, with his identity a mystery (he always wore a mask or kept you blindfolded) and have my character eventually revealed to be that kidnapper.

But, this roleplay is not limited to those outcomes! I could play a co-worker at the dead-end job you've tried to return to, a professor at the college you half-heartedly attend, or some other person in your now-ruined life. Regardless, I want to explore your hopeless attempts to return to normal and the people who will take advantage of your vulnerability.

Any ideas you have are welcome! Just send me a message with your thoughts; please include your kinks/limits and a description for your character.