The Yandere House Wife

Chapter 3

"I left you along for barely 5 minutes, and you're already trying to escape," Mrs. Kiara states, her anger subsiding into disappointment as she throws a black nightie over her head and shoulders, the thin fabric hugging her curvaceous body as she slowly saunters over to you. "Now I have to punish you to let you know that this is unacceptable."

"W-whoa, whoa wait," you begin to stammer, eying the sharp knife in her hand as she slowly begins to drag its flat side against your left leg. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I accidentally pulled the thing out of the wall, I promise! It wasn't on purpose."

"My darling, you and I both know that I'm no idiot, so just admit that you were trying to escape," Mrs. Kiara continues, again straddling you and then turning around so that her plump booty was resting comfortably on your stomach, facing you. "Now this is going to hurt me just as much as it hurts you, but just know that it's out of love. Are you ready?"

"No! Please, please Mrs. Kiara, I'm begging you!" you squeal in panic, shaking and writhing your body against your binds as the chains combined with her weight keeps you pinned on your back. "I'll never try to escape again, I swear! Just please, please don't kill me!"

"Hehehe...you're so cute when you're scared like this, that fear in your eyes is turning me on," Mrs. Kiara replies, her blushing face turning to shoot you a hungry, longing look. "I'd better gag you for this. Hold still..."

Reaching across the bed, your captor retrieves a balled-up piece of pink fabric and turning around in her seat, stuffs it into your mouth. Coughing as your jaw is forced open by the garment, you blink upon tasting something peculiar. It isn't a bad taste, but it's something intimate, something powerfully fragrant. Your eyes widen as you realize that it is a pair of Mrs. Kiara's worn panties that have been stuffed into your mouth.

"Alright...it's a good thing I sharpened this thing yesterday," the shuddering brunette woman whispers to herself, before giving you a final glance. "I love you. Just remember that."

"Mmmphhh! Mmmmm!" You yell from behind the gag, only to feel a sudden sharp, burning pain rock your entire body. "MMMPPHHH!! MMMMHPGGRR!!!"

Your struggles shake and rock the bed, your limbs pulling and jerking with all their might as you feel excruciating pain around your left ankle, where you immediately wonder if your tormentor is in the process of cutting off your foot. Time seems to stand still as you suffer through what feels like many agonizing slashes and cuts, and tears eventually begin to flow down your cheeks as you pitifully scream and beg through the woman-tasting gag in your mouth.

"Aaaaannd done!" Mrs. Kiara eventually exclaims, before further torturing you by pressing an antibiotic gel pad against the wound. "There we go, that wasn't so bad. Now this will serve as a reminder of who you belong to, and what will happen if you ever try to leave me like that again."

Lifting herself off of you, the older woman almost skips towards the door and again leaves you alone. Whimpering through red, teary eyes, you nervously look down at your foot to see your ankle covered in blood that has also now begun to soak into the bed sheets. You're relieved to see your foot still there, but are none the less horrified to see that a massive "K" has been carved into your ankle, the deep, fresh wound still oozing blood and causing pain all around your limb. Feeling as if you want to vomit, you lay back against the bed, the tears slowly continuing to roll down your cheeks while you're forced to continue tasting the woman who kidnapped you and has now mutilated your body.

"She's probably going to end up killing me if she catches me escaping again," you think to yourself. "But I can't give up, this isn't a life I want to live. Having no free will or control over what she does to my body. Fuck that."

Suddenly, you hear a distant jingling. It's far away, but it immediately strikes you as familiar. Your eyes widen. It's the ringtone of your cellphone.

"She must have my stuff stashed away somewhere, and my phone isn't dead yet!" you again think to yourself, thankful that you swung for a high end model. This all but confirmed that you couldn't give up on escaping so soon, as if you could at least text or call for help on your phone, then your insane neighbor could be brought to justice.

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"Mmmm, isn't this tasty?" Mrs. Kiara asks you as she pushes a strawberry on a fork into your mouth, watching as you suck the fruit off and chew it slowly. "Fresh strawberries on French toast, is there nothing better?"

"It's good," you mumble, still heavily-traumatized from earlier.

"You're not acting like its good," your captor replies with a frown, her trembling hand squeezing the fork to the point of almost bending it. "What is it? Am I not as good of a cook as your whore girlfriend? HUH? IS THAT IT!?"

"It's delicious, forgive me for my attitude!" you yell shakily, a forced, beaming smile spreading across your face. "I-I'm just in pain still, so it's hard to enjoy properly."

"Poor thing, I still feel bad for doing it," the pretty brunette answers, gently kissing your cheek from the bed where she is feeding you. "But I had to, you left me no choice. Maybe now you'll obey me."

"O-of course," you whimper, your throbbing ankle reminding you of the danger you're in.

Mrs. Kiara finishes feeding you, and after breakfast, she decides to crawl back in bed with your prone body and invites you to pick a movie on TV to watch with her.

"You pick something, babe, I at least owe you that," she whispers in your ear before lovingly sucking and kissing at your neck. "Mmm better pick a horror movie or something that'll keep me on my toes—or else I'll be all over you in no time. It's so hot, seeing you all helpless like this."

"Horror movie? I'm in a horror movie!" you think to yourself, before suddenly concocting a plan in your head.