#immobilization

[ceciaticapples]

Caleb: “There's just no other way to teach you, baby sis.”

🪦🕊️🔞 || cw: pseudocest, rape, immobilization, confinement, mindbreak

Caleb was fine with your hectic schedule. It would not bother him if you had to leave early because of things since sometimes, he'd do it too. But even the most understanding brother in the world would have his limits.

In the beginning, it would just be something easy enough to brush off.

"Hey Caleb, I need to pick up this call, sorry. I'll be back in a few."

"Oh, I have an event that day. Can we go to the theme park a few days later?"

Yes. Of course. He understood you had your own agendas.

He couldn't always hog up all of your time—as much as he wanted to. You always made sure to make it up to him too, so all was fine and well.

Then it slowly started to grow. Last minute cancellations, because you realised you had forgotten a deadline was actually due that day. Excuses for your absenteeism whenever Caleb dropped by Linkon, only managing a brief kiss and an apologetic look on your face, showing how bad you felt. He didn't like that.

There were times you couldn't even manage to go to Skyhaven, even though you always said you missed him.

But did you, really?

Did you actually want to see and meet up with him, making up for all the lost times as much as he wanted it too?

Or was Caleb becoming more of an afterthought you'd only think of once your never ending pile of work was done—which seemed to be less frequent? Many occasions there were that included Caleb feeling a sort of agitation run up his veins, the kind that he never wanted to show around you. Yet it was becoming more prominent, an annoyance pulsating through his body.

His patience, admittedly, was running thin and thinner. The last straw was when you couldn't even pick up his calls anymore. His texts? All left on seen.

As busy as you were, replying to him was the bare minimum. Answering his calls and letting him hear your voice was the least you could do.

This was no way to treat your brother. He gave you the freedom you kept begging him for, so why were you misusing it? Now you were going against his words, taking away promises—leaving him all alone to be a fool.

Maybe he should've been more strict with you after all.

On this night where he finally held you captive, pinning you down on the bed of the room he gave you in his house—the room that used to belong to him—he was going to remind you that you were still his too.

And even if you wanted to struggle, he would just take it as an act of defiance. Since you were never the easiest to tame. Until your voice remembered how to tremble upon seeing and hearing him, Caleb would continue to keep you as is. Trailing his fingers along your jaw, down the column of your neck, light pressure on both sides of your neck as a threat.

"Ge- I'm sorry, okay? I've been so busy and-"

"And that somehow gave you the confidence to disrespect me," He cut you off, an off smirk on his lips, twisting your words into something more vile and out of your mind, "it seems to me that you've forgotten who I am, so a reminder needs to be done."

You shivered, hairs raised. "Caleb, let's just talk this out. Please…?"

He looked down on you, a stare that was ever piercing. It was cold and harsh as brisk wind, but you saw the tiniest crack hidden beneath the potency of purple disguised as black.

You had to dive in and crack it more while you could.

"I'm really sorry for not responding to your texts or picking up your calls," you explained with a rush, trying to not squirm at the feel of his broad hand beginning to explore under your shirt, "in truth, I was just tired and I didn't want you to see me like that. I wanted to still appear as the cheerful little sister you adore and rightfully deserve. Same goes for all of our missed dates, all the times I couldn't welcome you properly as you dropped by, all the missed opportunities for me to come see you here. I just really, really fucked up, gege."

Caleb had your shirt fully lifted up by now, above your chest where he began fondling with your chest. He flicked your nipples, igniting a reaction out of you. It was like all the words you poured out for a sliver of his sympathy just went through one ear and out from the other.

"You're aware of your mistakes," he acknowledged that much. "Good."

But the real fear started to kick in when his thumbs hooked onto the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them down in one fell swoop.

You panicked. "Gege, not this— please, please…!"

"Shh, behave." His voice was oddly calm. Against your pounding heart, he sounded as if he was just putting down a rabid puppy that liked to bite. It was the lack of emotion that terrified you more; the inability to guess what he was thinking.

"There's just no other way to teach you, baby sis."

He did not even give you a fair warning. The crudeness of your brother always came at the cost of your body. His lips that pressed insistently against yours were enough to silence your cries, as together with his hands that pulled you closer to his crotch, a bulging outline which made you tense up, and he felt it.

The taste of your terror was the sweetest kind he indulged in, as he took you with force. Everything he missed about you—he acted with greed. This was how he forgived you for all the times lost; by remembering how you couldn't push him away. His cock filled in every inch of you, and you screamed about it. Your own hands shielding your crying face, unable to resist his thrusts that were too much.

"No, no— stop, it hurts so much…nhn…"

Caleb laughed.

He laughed, with all the audacity he gathered from your pleas, right into your face, pupils shrinking.

"I don't wanna hear any more of that from you. This is what you owe me, remember?"

Lifting your hips, his thrusts began to hit deep, meeting the start of your cervix. "We're just bonding and spending time together as we always should be."

The last thing that went through your functioning mind was the tight grasp of his hands on both your ankles, and then a sharp pain that pierced through your flesh and went right into your bones—

*crack*

Maybe you had screamed for help just then.

Maybe you had just went silent.

You couldn't recall even if you tried. Nothing but endless white was left in your thoughts. And it seemed that after so much struggling, your body gave in and finally grew limp.

Caleb could do whatever now. You wouldn't fight back. He fed you with his seed, over and over. Until it spilled out of your gaping hole, and you failed to react. The kisses he left on your lips were met with no response either.

Your legs were numb. No sensation was left to be felt in them. And somehow, the rest of you decided to act the same, as if it was mourning together with the loss.

Only, just barely, could you register the sound of your voice—whatever was left of it, as you tried one last word.

"Ge…ge…"

Caleb stood up, leaving you in the violent mess of his affection; white and red.

"I'm here."

He locked the door, making sure you were too.

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[vanillayoteart]

What Is It You See?

scp-531 is real nice to look at, huh Keit? A long since finished com from 9/4/25 for rigmarollin

[whumpsday]

Chronic Pain

@medwhumpmay Day 13

Medwhump May Masterlist

content: torture, sadistic whumper, intimate/creepy whumper, unwanted touch, medical whump, drugging, immobilization

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Face-down on the cold, hard table, the cool metal pressed against their skin, Whumpee laid unable to even twitch. To so much as open their eyes. The paralytic made sure of that, though they could still feel every stitch and bruise Whumper had inflicted on them with no sedative to accompany it.

If they could have, they would have jumped when Whumper’s hand landed light-as-a-feather on their back, his touch sickeningly gentle. If it had been anyone else, the contact could almost have been described as affectionate.

But it wasn’t anyone else. Whumpee was here, on the operating table, with him.

“They’re going to catch me soon,” Whumper murmured, his voice just as light as the touch that snaked its way down their spine, the little involuntary shivers that followed the only movement Whumpee was capable of. “We don’t have much longer together. I bet you’re happy about that, huh? You get to go back to your life.”

It was too good to be true. Contrary to Whumper’s words, a pit of dread yawned open in their gut. What was Whumper going to do to them if he was losing his chance? Mutilate them? Kill them?

“I’ve been thinking very hard about what to give you as a parting gift. Something to make up for the time we’ll miss together. And I think I’ve settled on the perfect thing.”

Whumper hugged them from behind, and Whumpee wanted to scream. They couldn’t, their jaw, tongue, and vocal chords all lax and immovable. Get off me. Don’t fucking touch me. Stop. Stop!

“Have you ever heard of chronic pain?” Whumper asked. He thankfully backed off, but now he was absentmindedly playing with a lock of Whumpee’s hair. “Of course, you can’t answer. I bet your pain seems pretty ‘chronic’ right now,” he laughed, “but that’s only because I keep inflicting it, over and over. After we’re parted, you’ll heal, and you and your body will forget all about me. But with chronic pain, it doesn’t go away. It just keeps on hurting and hurting and hurting, even after the wound’s all healed. It’s a little trick on the nerves.”

He leaned in close. “And every time you feel that pain, every hour of every day, that’ll be me, hurting you, even when we’re apart.”

Tears leaked out the corners of Whumpee’s eyes, the only outward sign they’d taken in Whumper’s words at all. No! You can’t do this to me! Stay away! Somebody help me!

“I’ll be very careful, Whumpee. I’ve done my research. Only the nerves, only that nice hurt, I won’t touch your functioning. You’ll walk away from this, but every step will hurt, and with every step, I’ll be there,” Whumper crooned. “That’s why I had to give you that paralytic, so you’d be nice and still for me. Though I do like you this way. Maybe I’ll keep feeding you those until they find us.”

The blade of a scalpel touched Whumpee at the spine.

“Now, let’s begin.”

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[mydearzoey]

‘The Breast Curse’ by Lactating Queen.

This is NOT mine but it is an oldie and a goodie. I find myself circling back to Lactating Queen’s old blogspot every now and then. The older the better on that blog imo. 💋

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Jay Jastig / 10.24.2024

[genderstormwrites]

Secrets in the Cellar

By every metric, the date had been a spectacular one. For a random pairing on a dating app, Kels seemed to be an incredible woman, far surpassing the low expectations you tended to have on these kinds of dates. She had been thoughtful and attentive as you spoke about yourself throughout dinner. She knew just what to say to keep a conversation going, or when to pivot into telling a story about herself that kept you gripped. You had so many interests in common, from movies to games to hiking and baking. After dinner you went on a walk, got ice cream, and finally, she'd invited you over to her place.

What you had not expected, as you pulled up to her property, was the sizeable home that Kels inhabited. "You live here all alone?" You stared up at the two-story historical home, the size of it all flooring you. You were used to dates bringing you back to cramped apartments, often with one or more roommates to boot. This was a fascinating change of pace.

She hesitated, for a moment, before replying. "Yeah, just me. I bet you think it's awfully big, right? How can I afford something like this? Well, it was actually my friend's house. Or more accurately, her grandmother's. It's a long story, that I'd love to tell you sometime. Let's get inside and I can make some coffee."

You followed Kels inside, fascinated by the Victorian home as you passed through the foyer and into the den. "Please, make yourself at home. I'll get a pot started and- oh drat. I gotta grab a spare bag from the cellar. I'll be back in a few."

You nodded, allowing your date to walk off down a hallway as you admired the pictures and knick-knacks lining the room. The furniture and decor felt archaic. Perhaps Kels had neglected to update things when she received the house from... her friend's grandmother? That sure seemed like quite the story...

As a few minutes passed, a loud crash could be heard from below. A noise from the cellar. Perhaps Kels had dropped something? You peeked around the corner of the hallway to spot the door to the stairs leading down, fully open. The cellar was dark, and as you peeked down the stairs, it seemed no one was down there.

"Hey, Kels!? Are you okay?" A thick silence radiated up the stairs and chilled your skin, goosebumps running up your arms. What if something had happened? What if your date had been injured, or worse? You decided an investigation was in order, and began creeping down the steps.

The further you got into the darkness, the more the dank basement seemed to crawl under your skin. You tried your best to find a light switch, but there seemed to be nothing along the wall as the darkness swallowed you. From behind, the door leading upstairs closed, and you turned with a jump. Now in pitch blackness, you attempted to turn around fully and re-ascend the stairs to the top, but the next step you took led downwards, further into the cellar.

That's odd, you thought, surely you were going back the way you came? But in the darkness, every step seemed to lead down, drawing you into the cavernous maw beneath the old home. By this point, you were far less concerned with finding Kels as you were with returning alive. You weren't sure if you believed in ghosts before entering the home, but now they were certainly on your mind.

The further you descended into the cellar, the more you noticed your movements slowing. Almost imperceptibly at first, but before long, you began to feel the drag against your body as impossibly thin threads tangled in your hair and through your clothes. They began clumping - cobwebs clinging to every inch of you as you continued aimlessly forward.

Driven by fear and unquantifiable persistence, you pressed forward, allowing the webs to coat you as you pressed further down into the infinite cellar. After what felt like hours, a light became visible in the distance. You followed it, pushing through the resistance of the webbing around you, and rushed forward to a small room, dimly lit by a candle on a tall holder.

And there, in the room, stood your date. Kels was entirely nude, her eyes empty and jaw slack, as she turned to you. She, too, was covered in webbing, but also something wet and slimy. A viscous coating that, on further inspection, seemed to have slicked the floor in this strange room as well.

"Kels, thank god you're okay! What's going on!? What is this place!? Kels?" The woman barely responded to your pleas as you felt your body hoisted up in the webbing and spun quickly. You barely noticed her body as she twisted you around. Her legs moved swiftly and silently as they wrapped you in more and more of her webs. Finally, when your body was entirely immobilized in thick webs, her face descended into view.

Her features were largely human - a nude woman's body with large perky breasts and a soft, chubby tummy. Her mouth curled into a fanged smile as her nostrils flared and the dozens of black eyes on her face stared into you. Her long, pointed ears twitched and her dark hair dangled just above you as she stared with a smile on her face. Before you could react, she lunged forward and bit your arm, then your other arm, and instantly you felt a numbing sensation spread through your body.

"So this is your offering to me, little one? This human?" The spider woman spoke in a hissing tone, appraising you as she called down to what was once your date.

"Yes, mistress. This one seemed most promising."

"As a meal, or as breeding fodder?" The curiosity in the spider's voice struck fear in your heart even as your chest lost feeling and your body grew limp in your webbed restraints.

"Whatever suits you, my lady. Though I am inclined to recommend breeding this one, if I may."

The spider's attention shifted. She crawled down the ceiling and walls, allowing you to witness her 8 monstrous legs and enormous, bulbous abdomen as she closed in on Kels's wet, nude form. "And what makes you say that, my puppet? This human looks awfully tasty. You've been bringing me lackluster meals lately. This one seems far more substantial."

Kels did not react as the spider's face closed in on her, thick strands of saliva dripped onto her shoulders and cheek, but she paid them no mind. She replied, staring emotionlessly forward, "If you desire a meal, then by all means, she is your catch. And if you still hunger, you may have my flesh as well. But if it is a healthy brood you seek, then this human's fertile body shall be the perfect incubator."

Despite the feeling in your body being almost entirely gone, chills ran down your spine. This whole situation was unfathomable. A meal? Breeding fodder? A brood? Surely this was all a dream. Surely you would wake up at any moment. Perhaps you had fallen asleep on your date. Or maybe the whole date was a dream, too. At this rate, anything to prevent the fates that seemed to dangle ahead, completely out of your control.

The spider considered these words, looking back up at you, her prey. "Perhaps you are right. And perhaps I shall have my brood. As always, your willingness to serve me in any way is appreciated. I knew I chose wisely when selecting my nestwife. But there is something else, here. You do not speak the entire truth. So tell your wife, lest I devour you here and now, what it is you are hiding."

Kels hesitated, suddenly fear and uncertainty entered her eyes. She quickly composed herself, took a deep breath, and spoke as evenly as she could. "I'm sorry, my wife. I did not mean to withhold the truth from you I just... I found this one quite attractive. It is never my decision what you do with the meat I bring you, but as I lured it here, I imagined it full of your eggs, and the sight was beautiful. I imagined myself, beside it, filled with your brood as we relished in your gifts and it made me quiver with excitement."

The spider smiled, her lips approaching her wife's ear so close that her warm breath made the woman shiver. "Very good, my puppet. Thank you for being honest with your queen. Now, you may cum, pet."

And instantly, Kels fell to her knees, shuddering in pleasure. The quiet movements of the spider approached you once again as she climbed back up to your home on the ceiling. "Good news, meat. My wife has convinced me to spare your life, for now, so I must prepare you for your new life as my incubation sac. By now you must already know that your body no longer feels or responds to anything. That is, unless I tell it to. Why don't you speak to me, little one?"

At once, your mouth began to move as she allowed it. "Please, please! Let me go! I won't tell anyone! I won't do anything! I'll forget this ever happened. Just ple-" "Silence," She commanded, and your body obeyed. Whatever venom coursed through your veins now gave her so much power over you. Tears streamed to your eyes. "Your fate has been sealed, little puppet. You never had a chance. Now open wide." Your mouth stretched on its own, sweat dripping down your neck as you watched the queen reposition, her abdomen pointed at your face. Slowly, a long tube began emerging from her underside, creeping towards you open mouth. As hard as you tried to close it, you had no choice but to allow the ovipositor to slide into your maw and up against the back of your throat. You felt like gagging, but nothing responded. Your muscles relaxed as several large lumps began traveling along the tube before moving into your mouth and towards the back of your throat.

All the while, you could feel your body changing. The webs fused with your skin as your old form dissolved away. As the first egg entered your stomach, something felt different from within, as your body seemed to cradle and warm the egg as though that were its entire purpose. Another egg slipped through the elongated tube and into your throat, your body seeming to massage and welcome it down. Tears welled in your eyes as your flesh molded to accept these gifts from the spi- from your queen. What a horror it wa- what an honor it was to be changing into her incubator.

Minute after minute, eggs slipped through your mouth and into your body. You were ready to protect them. To serve your queen as her brood approached. You graciously accepted her gifts as your body melded into the room around you. Incubators do not need to move. Do not need to think. All your pleasure could be derived from the subtle movements in her eggs. The beauty of her visage was staggering.

And all the while, Kels watched you with fond and envious eyes. Though just an hour ago, you'd viewed her role in this as a betrayal, it was now clear that it was a gift. She had seen such promise in you, and you would not fail her. You would not fail your mistress. You would not fail her brood. You smiled around the ovipositor, grateful for all Kels had given you. A lovely date, and a glorious new purpose.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

These will include interconversions between various inorganic and organic species of the element in the soil, leaching of soluble forms, immobilization by ion exchange or other adsorption processes on the solid soil phases, and biological uptake by micro- or macro-organisms (Fig. 1.6).

"Environmental Chemistry: A Global Perspective", 4e - Gary W. VanLoon & Stephen J. Duffy

[mistresskatherine08144]

You need to fully submit to me& relinquish all control. Surrender to me in every condition you find yourself