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Bad Things Happen Bingo 2.0 #18

Hogtied:

Whumper: Other Villain

Whumpee: Villain’s Sidekick

I did a very mean, so sorry about that ^^’ But Ayyyy we’ve gotten a line.

Villain’s Sidekick woke up in unbearable pain. Their back and shoulders were killing them but there was nothing they could do about it. They quickly realised they’d been left tied up, hogtied, with their wrists fastened to their ankles, forcing them to lean back. They groaned, which ended as more of a whimper, it was burning, they could feel every individual muscle stretching and threatening to tear. They needed to move, desperately.

They tried to roll onto their side, maybe that would ease just a little bit of the pain, but their movement was limited, and with their shoulders feeling like they’d locked into place, they couldn’t move, and the pain was getting so much worse.

“H.hey!” they called out, although they were sure they were alone. They couldn’t exactly turn to look around. “Hey!” they bellowed. Hell, they were willing to beg to be free from this.

The door behind them opened, they heard the creak and felt the draught brush past them. They strained to look as Other Villain slowly walked around them. They stopped in front of Sidekick’s face, a thin rope in one hand, and a small camera attached to a wire in the other.

“Ah, you’re awake. Good.”

“What are you doing?” Sidekick winced.

Other Villain tilted their head in feigned innocence. “Your… business partner is being incredibly stubborn, so I’ve had to resort to other means. Blame them for this, not me.” 

“Untie me,” they whimpered, wincing deeply, trying to move around a little. “Please. I. I can’t…”

Villain crouched down in front of them taking them by their chin and forcing them to look up. They smirked, “nah.”

They put the camera down so it was looking directly in front of Sidekick’s face. They pressed a button but didn’t let go on their chin. It only made their pain worse. They could feel the stretching all the way up in their neck, the tearing. They cried out.

“Good intro. We’re live now. Hello again, [Villain]. I did warn you to just do as I ask, now people are going to get hurt because of your stupidity. Now then, let me explain the rules.”

“Don’t!” Sidekick shouted at the camera, only for Other Villain to tut and take a cloth out of their pocket. They let go of Sidekick’s chin, but only for a second to tie the cloth around the back of their head. They held onto the knot they’d tied, along with a good handful of Sidekick’s hair. Tears pricked in their eyes. They screamed through the cloth in helpless frustration. 

Villain used the thin rope they’d brought with them to make a loop, and they posted that over Sidekick’s head. Sidekick let their head drop while they could, but they quickly changed when the rope started pressing into their throat, driving their head back to save them from choking.

“This rope, ties behind them, to the bindings they already have. Your little sidekick here has to keep their head up, or they’re going to find it very hard to breathe, could even kill them…” They pushed down on their head to prove it, and Sidekick’s eyes grew wide. This was going to kill them if someone didn’t untie them soon.

“Now then, they’ve only just woke up from drugs, and I’m sure they’re still rather drowsy. If they fall asleep, well they don’t stand a chance. So here’s where you come in.” Other Villain picked up the camera to aimed it at their own face.

“Give me what I want, please, or I will not disclose your sidekick’s location, and they will die. [Sidekick] can’t do anything about it, so for their sake, I hope you care about them. I’m going to leave this video on so you know I’m not pretending. You’d best hurry.”

The camera went back to its original position, and they ruffled Sidekick’s hair roughly, pressing them against the rope. “Try not to count sheep, hm?”

The door closed again, and Sidekick would have sobbed if they had the strength. They looked into the camera with an uncertain expression. They didn’t know what to do, they didn’t want to ask Villain for help, so send them pleading eyes, but god they wouldn’t be able to take this much longer. All they could do was stare into the blank lens and try to focus on keeping that rope slack around their neck. They had to buy Villain some time but if they had this pain for much longer, it was going to break them.

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Buckle up for another unhinged story time. Now, as I’ve said before, I used to work at a sex shop. At one point I had three roommates and we all worked the same dildo slinging retail job and lived together. It was extremely sitcom.

Now, as you’d imagine, living with three other people who also talked about sex toys all day created a microcosm of people who were all extremely comfortable around sex toys and related topics. No one left dirty toys laying around but seeing things left in showers or showing off a new purchase was just a Tuesday.

After some life upheavals I ended up living with one of those roommates again, just me and her. For the sake of this story let’s call her Betty. Betty and I shared a two bedroom, and the layout was all the common spaces were an open floor plan and then one hallway formed a T, with my room and bathroom to the left and Betty’s to the right.

Well, one day my cousin calls me up. He’s coming to town for a visit and I offer to put up him, his wife, and their more… sheltered friend. (Unbeknownst to me there was a full Briefing for this girl before she met me so that I didn’t overwhelm her with my blasé attitudes towards- well, most things).

They drove in from two states over and it was a long drive. I had to work and couldn’t greet them or spend the first day together. So I told them to come grab my key so they could all shower off and settle in before me.

I arrived home later that night and found the atmosphere a little awkward at first. Things quickly warmed up and I charmed their friend, impressing my cousin with my immaculate respect for personal comfort levels. We had a lovely evening. By the time we all said goodnight I’d dismissed the initial tension as being tired after a long drive.

The next day we all decided to go to the zoo. I’m a morning shower person, but I let them go first while I made breakfast. After breakfast it was my turn and I hopped in the shower.

Midway through my eyes fixed on it. A little pink sex toy, sitting brazenly on the rim of the tub. Oh no, I thought. This was why things had been awkward yesterday! I left out a personal object because I’d literally forgotten to ever put them away by that point.

What I felt wasn’t embarrassment per se, because that emotion had been utterly eradicated by that point. Rather it was a deep shame that I’d leave out something that might make a guest feel uncomfortable. They told me their friend was sheltered and I had left out a sex toy, it was the epitome of rudeness!

I rejoined everyone and said, “I am so sorry! I didn’t realize I’d left that in the shower, that was so rude of me!”

My guests all exchanged a Look. I looked from my cousin to his wife, she glanced toward their friend, and their friend looked at my cousin. No one would look at me.

“Well…” my cousin finally said, “you didn’t tell us which room was yours yesterday.”

I blinked in confusion, Betty’s room and bathroom were basically just like mine.

“When we got here,” his wife continued, “we went to the other side first. In Betty’s bathroom.”

Reader, Betty’s bathroom.

Had been absolutely covered in dildos. Sex toys of all shapes and sizes covered every flat surface, the tub rim, the sink, the shelves. Wall to wall sex toys. Apparently Betty was doing a spring cleaning and had left her entire extensive collection out to air dry.

These three weary travelers had opened a door to the dildo dimension and had no idea how to react. To this day I have no idea what context clues they used to figure out Betty’s room from mine.

But when I’d come home they were lost in the sex toy shell shock, presumably wondering how they could ever talk about it with someone who felt it was okay to leave out every sex toy they own when expecting company in some kind of bizarre power play.

By the time they finished telling me about this we were all laughing so hard we were in tears.

“When we saw your bathroom with one little pink toy it was so discreet we didn’t even care!” They told me.

After my cousin and his crew had gone on their way I finally told Betty the whole story. She listened with eyes growing wider and wider and finally burst out, “That’s why they were so weird when I got home!!”