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“This is your last chance.” | Drowning | Chair | Prisoner Trade |
Content: drowning, intimate whumper, restraints, defiant whumpee, torture
"This is your last chance Whumpee."
Whumpee struggled against Whumper who was holding them above a tub of water by their wet hair. Water dripped down Whumpee's face as they gasped for breath.
"You can give me the information I need right now or we can keep going at this. I have all the time in the world."
"I'll n-never tell you anythi-"
Whumper pushed their head back under so fast that Whumpee didn't even have time to hold their breath. They coughed and sputtered while uselessly fighting against Whumper's grip. Their efforts were useless, immobilized by the tight handcuffs keeping their hands behind them.
Just when they thought they weren't going to make it, that Whumper was actually going to kill them, they were yanked out of the water. They took in all the air they could get before they were pulled under again. This time they didn't have as much fight left and quickly felt the world go black.
Whumpee awoke lying on the cell floor coughing. They turned over and slowly sat themselves against the wall. They tried to steady their breathing, hair and clothes still damp from earlier that day. Just as they started to relax, the door unlocked.
"Finally up, eh? You passed out on me. Had to end the fun early."
Whumpee scoffed. It definitely wasn't their idea of fun.
Whumper leaned against the wall with their arms crossed, "I have a little present for you." Oh gosh. That could never be good. "I feel like I haven't been going hard enough on you. You're still a little more comfortable here than I'd like."
Whumpee glared, "What do you mean not hard enough? You literally just drowned me until I passed out!"
"Ah, that's exactly what I mean. You're still talking back. You'd think with all that I've done, you wouldn't even think to, but that's just not the case for you, is it? You're so overcomplicated."
"Well, you can't expect me to just take you torturing me without talking back. It's your fault I'm like this anyways."
"I know. That's why I'm going to give you to my friend."
"What?"
"It's just for a few days. They are really good at what they do, even better than me. They'll hopefully straighten you out."
Just a few days. Whumpee could handle that. They should be glad to be away from their torturer, but Whumpee knew Whumper's friends were even more ruthless than Whumper which almost seemed impossible. They could handle it though. They had all this time. They wouldn't break now.
Whumpee was taken by surprise as Whumper pulled out wrist and ankle cuffs.
"What's that for?"
"To make sure you don't escape during transportation. Wouldn't want you to run away before we start. That'd really dampen my reputation."
Whumpee usually wasn't kept cuffed unless on rare occasion like when Whumper drowned them. They stumbled along as Whumper led them through parts of the base they'd never been before. Eventually, they found themselves outside. The sun hit them and they almost melted at it's warmth. They hadn't felt the sun in so, so long. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad. At least they finally got some fresh air even if Whumper's friend was apparently going to break them in or something.
Whumper waved to a friendly looking guy standing just outside of the base.
"Whumpee, this is my friend. Friend, this is Whumpee."
Whumpee almost laughed. There was no way this guy could hurt them, let alone a fly. Whumper was really making a mistake here.
"Nice to meet you Whumpee. I've heard a lot about you. I can't wait for our time together."
Whumpee simply nodded. They stayed strong as they were led into a car and driven away by Whumper's friend. This was going to be a nice break they thought. Boy, were they wrong.
Just a few days later they were begging to go back to Whumper. When the time came, they were dumped unceremoniously at Whumper's door. They nearly cried as Whumper picked them up and carried them to the medbay.
Everything hurt so bad. They were covered in blood and bruises. All they wanted was just a tiny break from the pain.
"Oh, you poor thing. I told you they were harsh. If you would've just listened in the first place this wouldn't have had to happen."
Whumpee cried as Whumper tended to their wounds.
"Shh, I know it hurts but we can't have you getting an infection." Whumper cupped their hand to Whumpee's face. "I know this was hard on you, but it needed to be done. Now you can be nice and good for me."
Whumpee continued to cry as Whumper comforted them. It felt so wrong. They shouldn't let the one who hurt them so much even be near them, but here they were. They were so desperate for even a second of relief that they pushed those thoughts aside. It was okay to need a break. They would take Whumper's comfort for a little bit then everything would go back to normal, right?
"It didn't have to be this way." | scream | double cross | made to watch |
Content: Creepy whumper, beating, some blood, implied kidnapping, forced to watch
"It didn't have to be this way." Whumper stalked towards Whumpee. All they could do was glare up at Whumper from their spot tied to a chair. Blood trickled down their face and their head spun from Whumper banging it into the wall.
Whumpee chuckled bitterly, "It really didn't. You could've just let me go in the first place."
Whumper grinned, "Yes, but where's the fun in that? I enjoy breaking you far more. Remember, it was your choice anyways. I keep you in exchange for your precious Caretaker's life."
"Well, hate to break it to you, but I'm gonna get out of here."
Whumper raised a brow, "You're so sure, huh?"
The door to the room opened and a bloody and bruised Caretaker was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor. Whumpee's eyes widened as Caretaker didn't move.
"Caretaker! Oh gosh! What did you do to them?"
"Don't worry. They're still alive. For now at least." Whumper smiled sadistically as Whumpee's face dropped even more.
"You- we had a deal! You promised you'd let them go!" Whumpee's voice wobbled as they held back tears.
Whumper chuckled, "Who ever said I was honest?"
"Please! I'm begging you. Let them go. You- can do whatever you want with me! I'll do anything, just please don't hurt them anymore."
Whumpee screamed as one of the people who brought in Caretaker kicked them in the side, fueling Whumpee's anger.
"STOP IT! They're already down! Can't you just let them be?" Whumpee looked away as tears started streaming down their face.
"Oh, don't be like that. We need you to watch the show." Whumper roughly grabbed Whumpee's chin, forcing them to look as Caretaker was beaten into the ground. Whumpee sobbed as Whumper whispered into their ear.
"Remember this all could've been prevented if you'd just listened. We did have a deal, but you weren't as obedient as you promised to be. Everytime you fought back you did this to Caretaker. It's all your fault and I'll continue to remind you of that until you don't even think about resisting. Do you understand?"
Whumper was filled with delight as Whumpee looked up at them with tear filled eyes and murmured, "I understand."
Warnings: kidnapping, torture, restraint, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, hurt/aftermath
Whumpee woke slowly, their face aching from where Whumper had struck them. Their heart started racing. They tugged uselessly at the bindings. Hot tears leaked down their cheeks.
“My Whumpee! You’re awake. Excellent.” Whumper’s footsteps stopped short of the edge of Whumpee’s bed. Whumpee could hear them, but not see them. “I’m thinking of trying something fun today!” Whumpee felt the bed shift. “It’ll be fun for all three of us.” Whumper remained out of sight.
“Fun? How is this fun? I’m tied down. And not in the fun kind of way. Drugged, bound, and with you.”
“Come on, Whumpee, you like me.” There was an edge to Whumper’s voice.
“You’re right. I’m sorry, Whumper.” Whumpee swallowed and closed their eyes.
“Keep your eyes open. You’re going to do as you’re told, Whumpee. From now on. And I won’t turn my attention to Teammate. You are mine. Mine. Do you hear me?”
“I’m not fucking yours.” The words tumbled out of Whumpee’s mouth before they could stop themselves. Before they could help and save themselves.
Whumper was in front of them again, slapping their face. “You are mine. And you will say that. Each time. Or I will do what I want with Teammate, and you will not like that. Are we clear, Whumpee?”
“Fuck you,” Whumpee spat in Whumper’s face.
Dark eyes frowned down at Whumpee. “I did try to warn you. I know you aren’t stupid. Such fighting spirit. But you will come around, my Whumpee. And you will be mine. Always and forever.” Whumper lifted Whumpee roughly. Whumpee fought against Whumper weakly, the drugs still in their system. Whumper flipped Whumpee over so they could face the bound, gagged, and unconscious Teammate.
“Now you have to watch me give Teammate the attention that I would have given you if you’d just complied.”
“No, no, no, wait. Wait! Whumper, wait!. I’ll be yours. Wait. Yours, right, that’s what you want to hear?” Whumpee desperately tried to get Whumper’s attention.
“No, my Whumpee, that’s not how this works. I know you are trying to trick me,” Whumper wagged a long finger in Whumpee’s face. “You have to be punished for your disobedience. One day you’ll learn. And we have all the time in the world.” Whumper turned their loving gaze back to Teammate. “You know, teamwork makes the dream work.” Dark eyes glinted up at Whumpee.
Whumpee jolted awake. It was dim in the room, the light coming from just beyond the door. Their nightmares had been getting progressively worse. The memories of what had happened infiltrating even moment of their waking and nonwaking hours.
Caretaker walked in quietly. “Whumpee, you’re awake. Are you hungry?”
“No, thank you Caretaker. How long was I out for?”
“About six hours. You needed it, Whumpee. You’ve been fighting sleep for weeks.”
“Can’t sleep. Whumper’s there. Every time I close my eyes. It’s Whumper.”
Caretaker sat down on the edge of the bed. They held open their arms for Whumpee. “I’m here, Whumpee. And Whumper’s not. You’re safe.”
Whumpee bridged the gap between them, clutching at Caretaker’s shirt. Their tears were already flowing. They knew that. But it didn’t change the memories. It didn’t change that they relived every moment with Whumper every time they close their eyes.
What about a whumper that has to leave whumpee alone for a long time but wants to make sure whumpee doesn’t forget them while they’re gone. Maybe they leave them tied in a vulnerable position or maybe with a special toy 🤫
Once again, how horrible:)))
CWs: pet whump, sex toys (noncon, 18+ Only, minors + irl (nonfictional) nsfw blogs DNI!), possessive whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, whumper's POV
"Y—you can't."
Whumper smiles. They don't pause as they string their favorite little pet up, tightening the ropes until they won't be able to move an inch.
Their favorite phrase, really...because then they can show just how much they can.
"I'm sorry, pet," they murmur, stroking down the poor thing's tear-stained face. "I know you'll miss me. But it's just today...and I'll be home tonight."
Whumpee whimpers, tugging at the restraints. They wriggle, uncomfortably, legs spread against their will (as usual), and Whumper watches. Loves to watch, always.
"That's...that's...h-hours, what...what if I need to—"
Whumper presses their finger over Whumpee's lips. Silences them, as they should be.
"You don't need anything until I tell you you do," they say. "Not a thing. Isn't that right?"
Hesitantly, Whumpee nods. "Y-yes...Master."
Whumper feels a thrill of pleasure through them, leaning to kiss their pet gently. "Good. Very good. And you know what...you are right. What if you do need? That little hole of yours always needs something. I shouldn't leave it empty."
"No—" Whumpee mumbles, shaking their head, but Whumper's already in motion, reaching over to the drawer beside their bed and rummaging through it before they pull out something that makes Whumpee sob.
"I just don't know how far the remote control will be able to reach it," Whumper says, frowning, and then shrugs. "I'm sure you'll tell me all about it tonight."
Whumpee cries out, but even as they try to squirm they're kept in place as Whumper preps them and then gently slides the toy inside. Tests it once, and watches Whumpee whine and shiver beautifully. Keeps it going just long enough that their pet is about to fall over the edge, and then stops it.
"I'll take care of you so well tonight," Whumper says, kissing over them, loving the way their chest heaves under their lips. The way their body craves more, even if their pretty mouth protests. "I'll see you soon."
They fasten a gag around Whumpee's mouth—"I don't want you screaming anything that isn't just for me."— and then they're gone.
Whumpee's sob turns into a cry of pleasure as Whumper clicks the remote again, off and on, higher and lower, all the way down the street until the thing beeps and loses contact.
Disappointing, but not a real problem. It's still inside them, and they still know exactly who put it there, who they belong to, and who owns them.
And they'll take care of their precious Whumpee properly tonight, like they always do.