Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 11 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Cute and Cruel.

Moonlight shone over the backyard, the only thing illuminating the two dark shapes sneaking across it. They were dressed head to toe in black, including balaclavas. The short older figure whispered to the taller younger one as they crept up to the back door of the house.

“You remember the rules?”

The younger rolled his eyes. “Yes I remember the rules. You’ve made me go over the rules before every single job we’ve ever done.”

The older tutted while kneeling before the door and laying out his lockpicking kit.

“That dismissive attitude proves I’m right to do so. You’ll appreciate it the day you run into a homeowner and panic, because you’ll instinctively know what to do, because I’ve drilled it into your thick skull. Now tell me the rules.”

The younger groaned and recited the creed in a bored monotone tone, extending a finger with each rule.

“Rule one: Don’t let them hear you. Be silent. Don’t risk waking them up.”

“Rule two: Don’t let them see you. Stay in the shadows. Don’t risk them learning any details about your appearance.”

“Rule three: Don’t let them report you. If you’re heard and seen, subdue them as a last resort. Just securely enough to delay them from calling local enforcement until we’ve had time to get out of town.”

“Good lad. Follow those rules and you’ll always be alright.”

The door’s lock clicked open, with a device wedged into the frame preventing the triggering of an alarm.

"We’re in. You head upstairs while I cover downstairs.”

The younger burglar ascended the staircase inside slowly, making sure the steps didn’t creak, shifting his bag over his shoulder to avoid knocking it against the wall. Upper floors always had the best valuables. Their stakeout of the neighbourhood suggested this house might be empty. If it wasn’t, the rules would dictate the right course of action.

Upstairs, there was one door already wide open, with faint light coming from within. He stepped up to the door frame and peered inside to see a bedroom. The curtains were open, casting moonlight across the double-bed.

There was a young woman lying on top of the bed, eyes-closed, on her back, no cover over her. Her well-endowed chest rose and fell with gentle snoring. She wore a transparent light-pink babydoll, small enough to hug her waist and ending short of her pretty pink panties. Her bare legs splayed across the covers. Her long blonde hair laid across soft pillows.

The burglar stood staring for a while. She was awfully cute. So innocent. Such a gorgeous body. ... Someone like her must have expensive jewellery in here somewhere!

He tip-toed into the room, keeping an eye on her sleeping face. He slid a drawer open, the sound of sliding wood disturbing the silence. Nothing of interest inside it. He moved a hand across the top of the drawers, feeling out the objects in the low light. A glass bottle fell on its side, making a solid clunk!

The girl murmured. She turned onto her side, angled towards him. The contours of her body were accentuated, the rise of her hips forming an elegant hourglass figure. She resumed softly snoring.

He continued exploring semi-blindly. More noisy clinking of objects being pushed around.

“Mmhhuhhhhmmm.... zzzzzz....” 

He moved closer. The small bedside table was something that simply must be investigated. His leg kicked a low basket on the floor forward, knocking it against the table’s leg. The contents on top of the table all rattled.

“Mmmhh......”

Still she remained asleep. Quite the heavy sleeper. He lifted a clenched hand in front of his mouth, drew in a breath...

“ACHAGHHH!”

His loud cough reverberated through the room. Her eyelids fluttered.

“Yaaaahhh~~”

I woke from slumber, stretching my arms and legs, letting out a long satisfied yawn. That was one of the most pleasant sleeps I’d had in quite some time.

I blearily looked out the window. It was still dark? Odd that I’d wake in the middle of the night. No matter. I nestled my head back onto the pillow. The bed was soooo cosy right now. Time to drift back into lovely peaceful slumber...

“Ahhhemm!”

“Mh... huh?”

What was that? That sounded oddly like a person clearing their throat. I rubbed my eyes and sat up fully. I couldn’t see a single thing in the dark room except for the portion that the moonlight lit up. Guess I imagined it.

I was about to lie back down when a shape stepped forward into that brightened portion. A man dressed in black with his face covered up. I seized up. He spoke.

“Oh no! You’ve seen me?”

“Uhhh... N-not really?”

“Oh no! You’ve seen and heard me! Such unfortunate timing. If only you’d stayed asleep I could have left you alone. Well there’s no helping it now. I must follow the rules.”

“W-what do you mean? AAHH!”

He leapt onto the bed, crashing on top of me. I was pinned down against the soft mattress and pillows under him, my slender wrists held down by his gloved hands. He was much stronger than me.

“Oh no! You’re crying out for help. I need to prevent this at once.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not crying ouMMmph?!”

His hand covered my mouth, the leather glove pressing firmly against my lips.

“Mmmgh!!”

“Oh no! You’re still trying to make noise. I will have to make absolutely sure you won’t be loud enough to alert the neighbours.”

Was he serious? The houses weren’t particularly close together. I doubted I could even be heard downstairs right now, let alone by any distant sleeping neighbours. He kept me hand-gagged while he stretched out with his other hand, fishing for something.

“Unfortunately I can’t step away and this is the only thing in reach. I apologise miss.”

My eyes widened on seeing what he’d found. The laundry bin beside my bed was lifted and overturned, spilling its contents onto the bed cover. A heap of garments, the bulk of them dirty panties. Previously I wasn’t as scared as I probably should have been. But this? This made me panic.

“Nnnnghh!!”

“I must gag you as quickly and thoroughly as possible! Open.”

“Nn... HEEL-MMGHH!”

He shoved a pair of my own dirty panties down into my mouth.

“Nnghkh!”

Even when it was fully inside, he kept pushing it deeper. It reduced my shout to a fraction of the ungagged volume, but he wasn’t content with that. He grabbed another pair and inserted that forcefully too. He took his time to carefully poke them both down, compressing them as much as he could. Then he grabbed another...

The pairs kept coming and coming, the growing stuffing becoming both larger and denser. My own stale juices soaked my tongue, the pungent flavour making me wince with disgust. I could taste it in the back of my throat.

“...mmmkkh...”

My mouth was soon filled to absolute capacity, my cheeks red and puffed out, my whimpers barely audible. It was so stuffed that my lips couldn’t close all the way. The burglar kept trying to shove the final pair in but my poor mouth just couldn't fit it. The giant mass could be compacted no further. He gave up, and extracted a roll of silver tape from of his bag.

RRRRRIP!

“Mmph?!”

He pulled me up into a sitting position, still straddling me. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed both my hands and forced them behind me. A strip of tape quickly circled them to keep me from disrupting him any further.

He tugged out and pressed a loose end of the tape roll against my horribly packed mouth, then began winding it multiple times around my head. He was even rougher than he’d been with the panties, pulling it inwards harshly, making it pinch against my skin. Even when it fully covered my lips, applying enormous pressure, he didn’t stop looping around until the entire roll was used up.

“mmgh!”

“Funny thing, I used nearly ever pair of panties you had in here. Let’s finish off the batch.”

He took the final pair of panties that wouldn’t fit in my mouth, and stretched it taut across my face. It was the pair that sat at the very bottom of the laundry bin, stewing down there the longest, marinating in the stink of all the others. The odour filled my nostrils immediately.

“MMMMMGHH!”

He fished another roll of tape out of his bag. He had even more?! A few loops went around to keep the panty hood in place, making the fabric cling to my nose.

He spun me around, forcing me down onto my front. When he didn’t move for a few seconds, I realised that my babydoll had slipped up and he was silently admiring my ass.

“HMPH!”

RRRRRIP!

He placed the end of the tape over my wrist binding, and began winding round it repeatedly, moving gradually up my arms. My arms were drawn closer together with every loop. By the time he’d used up the full roll, it reached above my elbows, squashing them together painfully and making my arms ache.

Another roll came out. He scooted back and grabbed my legs, taking an indulgent moment to stroke my smooth skin. My faint choked moans didn’t dissuade him.

Around even more tape went, from my ankles up to my knees, then partway up my thighs. Every bit as unnecessarily restrictive and uncomfortable as the rest. At least he was finally done. Even if he had more tape, what else could he possibly bind?

“Mmph?!”

He lifted my legs up almost like he heard my question and was telling me the answer. He forced them to bend, dragging my feet farther and farther up. My back arched and strained as my flexibility was tested like never before. My feet reached past my wrists, until the back of my heels touched against my forearms and I could bend no further.

As he held me in that awful position, I heard that awful sound.

RRRRRIP!

“NNNNGH!!”

He wrapped tape around both my legs and arms, strapping them together. When he stepped back, I was left stuck in a brutally cruel hogtie.

“Phew. Sorry about that, but I have to make sure you can’t get out too quickly and call the cops. It’s the rules.”

“MMMPHHHH?!”

Of course I can't get out quickly. I can't get out at all!

I’d have been fully helpless with even a fraction of these bindings. This was unbearable. I couldn’t move, couldn’t call out, couldn’t stop breathing through and sucking on my own nasty panties!

“In case no-one shows up to help you, I’ll make an anonymous call to the police tomorr-... in two days. I’m sure you’ll be fine though.”

He stroked my taped arms and patted the side of my butt.

“It’s a shame you woke up. If you’d kept on sleeping I could have left you alone. At least you can relax and go back to sleep now though.”

I almost cried. I already was sleeping before! I had absolutely zero chance of falling asleep like this. Relaxing was physically impossible. He packed up his bag and quickly left my room. He didn’t even steal anything!!!

As he descended the stairs outside my room, I heard him speak to some partner waiting downstairs.

“Hey, we gotta go. That rule-three last resort situation? It just happened! I stayed really quiet and hidden, but she woke up and saw me anyway. I had no choice...”

The back door swung closed off in the distance.

Moonlight shone into the bedroom, the only thing illuminating the tape-hogtied girl screaming into her panty-stuffing tape gag. Alone, unheard, and wide-awake.