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redd956 · 10 months

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Higher Pay (1)

Content: Whump Writing, Intimidating Whumpee, Somewhat Bad Caretaker

CW: Captivity, Violence, Restraints, Blood Loss

The whumpee's chest heaved up down as they struggled to position themselves anything near comfortable. A hiss escaped from them as they finally gave up, relaxing against the restraints. The chains connected to the thick metal collar around their neck relaxed too, bowing towards the ground, visibly shaking as the whumpee shuddered. The last of their energy leaving through a frustrated huff of breath.

Their hands behind their back felt foreign underneath the thick fabric of the oven mitts, and no matter which way whumpee turned them, they never seemed freed from the binds.

Exhausted whumpee finally stopped wasting their pinch of energy left on it all. So this is what losing feels like.

Rusted metal creaked. A shrill squeak whistled, followed by a slam. Whumpee was only partially relieved to see someone other than whumper. Partially.

Caretaker despised this part of the job every time. They mumbled to themselves, reminding them of the money that "patrons" always paid. Often times it was more than enough for caretaker to lay back and not lift a finger for months.

Of course they would risk their lives to rescue some random, nurse them vigorously back to life, and in exchange, hand the rescue over to whoever hired them for such a mission in return for lots and lots of money. Still caretaker gritted their teeth, and scowled at the dingy environment.

Then halted in their tracks

So this is why they were offering so much

Whumpee wasn't the norm that caretaker came across. Caretaker was used to scared scrawnier rescues, who looked at caretaker with bewilderment and awe. They were always wounded, weak, and disgustingly puppy-like. They would latch onto caretaker. Easily every word caretaker spoke was what they wanted to here.

Although these rescues were heartbroken every time, caretaker never minded dumping them off to their families, colleagues, and more. Usually once they caught sight of their loves ones, caretaker would exit their thoughts graciously, and exit the situation with cash for the season. They needed to use all that medical knowledge of theirs somehow but...

Whumpee was none of that. The block integrated into the brick wall, the other end of whumpee's collar, was half way out of it's placement. It was ready to fall out at any sharp tug. The binds keeping their arms tied behind their back looked ready to snap. Despite the blood everywhere, exhaustion wasn't exactly what caretaker was reading.

Whumpee? They were glaring at caretaker. They were larger than caretaker. Scrawny, scared, puppy-like were opposites to describe whumpee. Maybe just maybe their patrons were wrong, and whumpee didn't need any rescuing after all. Maybe that would make this job 10x easier. Maybe.

"Hey? Whumpee?"

A growl more attune to a snarl came from whumpee. They begun to pull on their restraints again.

"Hold on. Hold on. I was sent by some- Hey stop moving. Listen. By some friends of yours."

Whumpee slowed giving caretaker a window of their attention. Caretaker could now spot the bandages wrapped tightly around whumpee's abdomen. Blood pooled at the surface, dark and all too recent. Something caretaker was finally used to.

"Yeah uh Simeon sent me?"

Whumpee sighed, and grumbled, "Simeon?".

Great that bewilderment and awe. Whumpee hung their head as if showing caretaker that were accepting the help. Caretaker stepped past empty painkiller bottles, and slung the backpack of their shoulders. This needed to be done quick. Caretaker did not want to see the size of whumper, if this was whumpee.

Clang! The metallic ending fell out of the wall, scraping against the stone flooring. The oven mitted hands broke the binds keeping them stuck close-knit behind whumpee's back. Stumbling to stand, the world spun. Loud than quiet, ears ringing, black flashes. Their feet faltered to find their standing.

Whumpee thought they were doing fantastic, but caretaker watched them sway. Whumpee shared them a nervous smirk. As caretaker rummaged through the bag they balled up their oven mitts.

"Okay whumpee we're goin-"

Caretaker awoke a few seconds later pawing the back of their hand at their face, smearing blood from their nose all over their own face. They sputtered, wheezing as the pain radiated throughout their face.

They glanced back just in time to watch whumpee drag their new chain accessory over the window sill, a splotchy trail of blood leading after them.

"What the fuck?"

Whumpee tripped upon landing, but crawled to back to a standing point. Their hand instinctively patted the dampened bandages, and they grinned at the wonder of painkillers. Simeon? They scoffed. Simeon is dead.

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hey-that-hurt · 3 months

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I love minimal restraints that are still more than enough to prevent the whumpee from fighting back.

Restraints that behave like kryptonite, sucking the strength out of whumpee until they are as weak as any normal person— or weaker. They could be chains, or cuffs, or even a mere necklace. They won’t come off, and their overwhelming presence is always felt.

Restraints that serve as a threat. Explosive anklets. Shock collars. It’s painful, being able to move freely. It forces the whumpee to become their own restraints, to take part in their own imprisonment.

I love restraints that don’t need to be bulky to keep someone down.

#restraints whump #strong whumpee #whump

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whumpprentice · 5 months

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A superpowered character losing control of their powers and having to be restrained or sedated for their own safety. Is this anything

#whump prompt #whumpblr #whump community #whump #whump prompts #cw restraints

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serickswrites · 2 months

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The Point

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, threat of torture

"Don't move," Whumper said as they pointed their sword at Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee was seething. They had been running for so long they had thought they would evade Whumper. Whumper proved to be a far more difficult adversary than Whumpee thought. "How did you find me?" Whumpee kept their hands up where Whumper could see them. They didn't want to give Whumper an excuse to hurt them.

Whumper smirked. "You're not hard prey to catch, Whumpee." They tossed a pair of manacles at Whumpee's feet. "Put these on," they ordered.

"And if I refuse?" Whumpee wasn't going to be complicit in their own kidnapping.

Whumper flicked the sword, slicing a lock of hair from Whumpee's head. "I won't miss next time." Whumper placed the sword tip on Whumpee's cheek. "Put these on. Don't make me order you a third time."

Whumpee didn't want to put the manacles on. They didn't want to be restrained and at the mercy of Whumper. They knew what awaited them in Whumper's dungeon. But they also couldn't be stabbed. Whumper would just as soon kill them as wound them. And they needed to buy Caretaker time to find them.

With great trepidation, Whumpee knelt to pick up the manacles. "What are you going to do to me?" They asked as they snapped the manacles into place. The manacles were tight and bruising on their wrists.

"Anything and everything," Whumper said as their eyes darkened. "Anything and everything, Whumpee."

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw kidnapping #tw restraints #tw threat of torture #tw sword #wollemi whump event #wollemi day 4 #prompt: at weapon's point #queue

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oliversrarebooks · 9 months

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lay down on the operating table

TW: forced sedation, experimentation, restraints, struggling

Lay down on the operating table for us. I know you're upset about being experimented on and brainwashed, but it's for the greater good. You'll feel much better about it once we've sedated you. These restraints are for your own safety. Just put your arm down, and -- there we go, all secured. Just relax. There's no point in fighting. You should know that by now.

That's right, soon you'll be trapped inside a body that's too heavy and too drowsy to move, completely relaxed, unable to focus on anything but how much you want to sleep. Every fiber of your body will be relaxed. Your eyelids will become too heavy to keep open. The sedation will slowly overwhelm you until you can't fight it any more.

And once you're asleep, no matter what is done to you, you will not resist. You won't even be aware of what is happening. You'll be completely at our mercy, sleeping so peacefully. Once the sedative starts to kick in, you won't even remember a thing.

Here, let me put the mask on you and secure it. It's only oxygen. Now breath in deeply. One deep relaxing breath for me. In and out. That's it. Another deep breath. In and out. Good.

Now I am going to start the drug that will put you to sleep. It'll take a few minutes to work, but soon it's going to make you very, very relaxed, and very, very sleepy. No use holding your breath. Just breath normally. There you go.

That's it. Relax and let the sedative work its magic on you. You'll start to feel drowsy and floaty as the drug enters your system. Your eyes will become heavy, and you'll let them drift shut. Your mind will blank, leaving you so relaxed. Do you feel it yet?

You're starting to look a bit dazed. The sedation is beginning to work, I think. You're feeling nice and relaxed, aren't you? And so sleepy. I can see your eyes blinking so slowly. No, no, it's no use to struggle against the restraints. Eventually, you'll stop fighting it and go to sleep.

Your body is becoming heavy and your mind is growing hazy. Just lie back on the table, yes, that's good. Take another deep breath. Is that a yawn? Is the gas making you drowsy? You're starting to feel it affecting you, aren't you? Lying there, staring up at the ceiling, fighting those heavy eyelids.

I bet you feel so calm and peaceful. Like you want to let yourself drift off to sleep, right?

Your body and mind are relaxing and becoming more sedated, and there's so little you can do about it. Your eyelids want to drift shut. That tiredness is spreading all throughout your body. Is it starting to get hard to keep your eyes open? Is your head starting to feel heavy? Do you feel like you could fall asleep at any moment if you wanted to?

Yes, that's how the sedative is supposed to make you feel -- calm, relaxed, heavy, sleepy. You're fighting your body's natural urges to go to sleep. You'll lose that battle. You are going to go to sleep.

Did you realize that you've stopped struggling against the restraints? It looks like you can barely keep your eyes open. Slowly and surely, the sedative is putting you to sleep, and there's nothing you can do about it. It's no use fighting those heavy, tired eyelids. They're shutting all on their own.

That's right, you're completely unable to fight the sedation. It's strong and powerful. It will make you feel floaty and drowsy and oh so blissful. It will override your desire to stay awake. It was all over the second we started the drug, and you knew that.

The sedation is conquering your body and soon it will conquer your mind. Your body will fall asleep soon. Let yourself stop fighting, let sleep claim your helpless body. Let sleep take you. Let the sedation claim you. Let your eyelids close.

You're becoming drowsy, drowsier and sleepier. Soon your eyelids will close, and you will give in to the sedation, and you will be so docile and pliant and entirely at my mercy. Are you ready for that? The moment when your eyelids close will be the point of no return. A fleeting moment when you are not yet asleep and not quite awake. A moment where you know you've lost the fight, where you feel utterly helpless.

There we go. Shut those sleepy eyes for me. Don't open them again. Let the sedative put you fast asleep. There we go, fall asleep. Go to sleep, deep asleep. So deeply asleep. It feels so good to stop fighting and go to sleep. And now that you've fallen asleep, we can do whatever experiments we please.

Now, we can get to work.

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #medical whump #drug whump #sedation #experiment whump #tw restraints #sleep

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fern-writes-whump · 10 months

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Whumpee who was always kept chained up, except for when whumper wanted to play with them. So used to being hurt while they are "free" that even when they get rescued they keep begging to be restrained <3

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #whump trope #captive whumpee #rescue #queue #tw restraints #conditioning #fern whumps

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whumpy-bi · 11 months

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Whumpee in an enemy hospital. Forced into medical treatment after being captured.

Always restrained to their bed, always under supervision by someone—a nurse, a guard, a doctor. All part of the enemy forces, all regarding them with a detached coldness.

They don’t know where they’ll be taken after they’re healed, they’re afraid to ask. Maybe, if you’re into it, Whumpee fights like hell for the first few days because they were still captured and finally stop after days of drug induced sleep. Hoping for rescue, because there’s absolutely no chance at escape with their current condition.

They try to plead with doctors, asking for any small mercy—to let them go, to take the restraints off, anything!—but to no avail.

Just…captured in an enemy hospital.

#whump #whumpee #writing #whump writing #whumper #whump thoughts #captured #kidnapping #hospital #medical whump #tw hospital #tw restraints

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 8 months

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Whumpee shaking in their chains, bracing themself as well as they could muster as the whip fell again and again. Their back was in shreds, engulfed in pain that only seemed to grow and grow.

When whumper came to release their chains whumpee sobbed. Finally, finally, it was over.

But it wasn’t.

Whumper wasn’t taking them down, oh no, they hadn’t earned that yet.

No, whumper was simply adjusting them. Turning them. Preparing the skin on their chest and stomach for the last.

And somehow, that made the next strike even worse.

#whump #whump prompt #beating tw #whipping tw #restraints tw #mmmmm need this #oh I should do this to Nik

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jordanstrophe · 4 months

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Abandoned Whumpee

[Previous]--[Masterlist]--[Next] CW: Taken, whumper medic/forced medical whump, stitches, blood loss, defiance, restrained

The last thing whumpee saw was blood leaving their body

... And nearly all of it.

They flicked their eyes open; they were laying on a table with a light beaming on their chest. Whumper was standing next to them rummaging around equipment and didn't notice them awake.

Whumpee silently stared with a horrified gaze. They could see the gloves whumper wore, drenched and dripping with blood. They tried to climb off the table as quietly as they could, but something snagged their wrists as metal clacked together.

Whumper heard the sound, spinning around as whumpee was frozen almost half-off the table. "Easy, easy now. You just got a lot of stitches." Whumper softly spoke.

Whumpee plummeted into sheer panic. They tried to sit up, but a weight around their chest strapped them down.

"Oh no no no, take a breath, we're almost done." Whumper tried to soothe. They grabbed whumpee by the hip and pulled them back to the center of the table. They tightened the strap around whumpee's chest and gave the binds on their wrists a tug.

"Wh-y ... Why are you do-doing th- ss... Le-let me go-" Whumpee heaved. Whumper touched their forehead as whumpee flinched and squeezed their eyes shut. They hoped when they opened them next, whumper would be gone.

They ended up not being able to open them at all.

.........

Whumpee could barely blink awake. They felt numb.

They were laid on a stretcher in an infirmary; their enemies infirmary, nonetheless. There was a blanket tucked around them as whumpee frantically ripped it off and pulled their shirt up. There were perfect stitches and a well dressed wound on their side. Their right arm had a silver handcuff that bound their wrist to the bed.

Whumpee let out a long, drawn-out sigh. What had they gotten themselves into...

"How do you feel?" A voice asked.

Whumpee looked up; whumper's head was poking out from the side of the divider watching them. Whumpee almost gasped, but managed to clench their jaw instead.

"That's a cute expression. Really though, how do you feel?" Whumper came out and crossed their arms.

"You saved me." Whumpee hissed like an accusation.

"Yes, you're welcome. How do you feel." Whumper repeated more sternly.

"Why would you save me? You ... You of all people. We're enemies. You were supposed to kill me on sight." Whumpee narrowed their eyes.

Whumper sighed and dragged a hand down their face. "You still don't understand..." They sat on the bedside as whumpee tried to jump off, but the handcuff held onto their wrist. "Is that all you think you're worth? Nothing but a sacrificial cattle? A lamb for slaughter?"

"-Yes! Yes I do!" Whumpee shouted over them. "My sacrifice was worth it to me. Because I stayed back, my team is safe now. Safe from you." Whumpee snapped and leaned in. "You lost."

Whumper stared with a raised brow; they were mostly surprised whumpee had the energy to throw a fit.

"You know, you're not the only one they've left behind." Whumper shrugged. Whumpee cocked their head to the side without taking their eyes away.

"Every time we corner your team, one person always gets left behind. It's sad, really. Your team's been getting picked off one by one if you think about it. Was it your turn to die?"

Whumpee swallowed past the pit in their throat. "Look... If you saved me just to get information out of me, then I'm terribly sorry, you've wasted a lot of your time. You know I'm willing to die for them, so either get it over with, or let me go." Whumpee spoke behind clenched teeth.

"Let you go?" Whumper belted out laughing, "My darling little lamb, that would be the same as killing you!" They wiped a tear and put a hand on whumpee's knee.

"What's that supposed to mean." Whumpee swatted their hand off.

"Then let's say I let you go. You go running back to your team, they see you alive, intact and... Well, they'll assume you gave them up." Whumper pulled the blanket back around whumpee and tucked them back in.

"-And then, they'll kill you."

Whumpee's face went blank, both fists clutched the blanket, their eyes didn't cry, but glossed like they wanted to. They wished whumper was playing mind games, but there was truth in it. Their team would assume they were compromised and whumpee was the cause.

"Regardless if I left you or took you, you're dead to them. You wouldn't be welcomed back; would be one of us." Whumper poured a glass of water and nudged it into whumpee's hand. They barely reacted, they were far gone in their own thoughts.

"Now I'll ask you one more time."

"How do you feel?"

[Masterlist] - [Next]

@parasitebunny @starzabove @frog-hat-fa-ggot @morning-star-whump @memepsychowhowantsuperpower-blog @mommymarichatfurever @isita-torrrres @tobiaslut

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serickswrites · 4 months

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"I'm Fine."

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, bloody nose, bruises, rescue

Caretaker quickly made their way through the abandoned warehouse. Whumper had said that they taken Whumpee here. That they tortured Whumpee here. And that they left Whumpee to die here.

Caretaker prayed they weren't too late.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker called, hoping beyond hope that Whumpee could hear them. No sound came. "Come on, Whumpee. I'm here. I'm here. Please, say something."

Caretaker rounded the corner and gave a gasp. "Whumpee!"

Whumpee was slumped over in the chair they were bound to. Blood coated their shirt, parts of the chair, and had dripped onto the floor in places. Whumpee moaned at the sound of Caretaker rushing forward.

"Whumpee! Say something. Talk to me, Whumpee."

"Caretakerrrr," Whumpee croaked. They lifted their head weakly and blinked up at Caretaker. Their face was swollen and bruised, blood dripping in a steady stream from their nose. "'m finnnnnne."

"You are definitely not fine. But I'm here. I've got you. Let's get you out of here."

Whumpee nodded and let their head drop. "'ump'r?"

"Handled." Caretaker quickly began to saw through the thick coils of rope at Whumpee's ankles. "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you, Whumpee."

"'s'kay," Whumpee's voice was barely audible.

Caretaker looked up at Whumpee. Whumpee's face was ghostly pale, and they blinked slowly, their eyes beginning to roll back as they stared down at Caretaker. "None of that, Whumpee," Caretaker tapped Whumpee's cheek as they rose up and began to saw at the ropes on Whumpee's wrists. "None of that. You stay awake and with me, you here? Whumpee!"

"'m 'wakkkkke," Whumpee hissed as they gritted their teeth, fighting unconsciousness. "So.....so tireddddd."

"I know you are, Whumpee. But you have to stay awake. You have to stay awake until I can get you to help. Ok?"

Whumpee nodded, as they swallowed hard. "Stay'ng."

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw blood #tw bloody nose #tw bruises #rescue #whumpuary #whumpuary2024 #day 25/26 #prompt: barely conscious #prompt: left for dead #prompt: “I'm fine”#queue

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whumpsical · 1 month

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my piece for @thewhumpyprintingpress ABCs of Whump zine!! Z for Zipties 💖 (get ur copy here 👀)

this was my first experience working on a zine project, i had a blast & learned a whole lot 🥰

#eric #eric draw #whump art #restraints whump #zip ties #kidnapping whump #jian #sin squad #sin squad art

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sowhumpful · 9 months

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#whump #whump gif #tied to a table #strapped to a table #leather cuffs #leather straps #restrained #leather restraints #lab whump #medical whump #almost naked #drugged #Time after time #S1 Ep 2&3

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

#dungeons and dragons #dungeons and dungeons honor among thieves #dnd honor among thieves #chris pine #edgin darvis #whumpedit #whump #my gifs #mod post #tied up #restrained #magic #look i watched this movie and this part just begged to be giffed #unconventional restraints #tenticles

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jordanstrophe · 6 months

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Hallow Island, 2

[part 1] [Series Masterlist] [Part 3]

CW: Back-handed slap, gagged, bound, manhandled, controlling whumper, kidnapping/imprisoned, sliiight failed escape attempt if you squint

The strap around whumpees wrists and ankles were undone and they were tugged out of their airplane seat by an arm.

Immediately whumpee tried to rip the gag out of their mouth, but whumper took it as an opportunity to get their other arm.

"Easy! Easy now. I don't want to hurt you. Calm yourself." Whumper lulled. The words sickened whumpee to the core as they got one more burst of adrenaline and managed to rip an arm loose.

"HEY!" Whumper yelled, swiping to grab them but whumpee twisted free and bolted out the plane exit just as it opened.

The second their foot was out the door, they ran face first into two guards who seemed like they were waiting right there for them. They each grabbed an arm and pinned whumpee between them, neither budging their grip.

Whumper sniffed angrily and motioned for the guards to turn them around; before striking whumpee hard against the cheek. They whimpered as the side of their face hit the guards arm by force.

"I really tried being gentle with you... Try anything like that again and you'll lose that privilege." Whumper spat, grabbing whumpees face as they flinched.

"Nod if you understand." Whumper hissed.

Whumpees eyes flickered between defiance and fear, before giving a small angry nod. There was nothing they could do between the two guards aside from giving in.

"Splendid. Take them to the hollow. I want them clean and ready for tonight. And check their cheek before they go up for auction, I don't want to see a bruise. It's bad for business." Whumper fixed their sleeve and waved them off.

Whumpee felt weightless between the two guards. If they fought they got yanked so hard their feet went off the ground. The island was surrounded by a sandy beach, their toes left skid marks from where they struggled. They tried burying their heels but all they did was get sand in their shoes.

Despite it being an island, they could see massive glass buildings in the center beyond the palm trees. Up ahead there was a cave with a built in iron wall and door. Whumpee tried to plead with the guards, but all they could do was make sad muffled noises.

The guard on their left never looked at them once. The guard on their right occasionally glanced to make sure they weren't squeezing too tight, at least not enough to leave a mark.

Someone from the inside opened the door. The halls got dark quick and soon enough, whumpee was gently laid down in a cell where they sunk to the floor on their knees. That would be their chance to run if they had the energy; it took the plane nearly a day to get wherever they were and they spent the last energy in pitiful efforts.

"Someone will be by soon to look you over. Just try and get some rest, mmkay?" The last guard spoke, looking over their shoulder. Whumpee ripped the gag out of their mouth and shouted "PLEASE HELP ME!" Before the door slammed shut.

Whumpee let loose a broken cry they had been holding in since they shoved the gag in the first place.

To be continued- [Series Masterlist]

@enigmawritesstuff

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serickswrites · 3 months

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Obey

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, asphyxiation

"Obey me and I won't hurt you again, Whumpee," Whumper purred in Whumpee's ear. "I'll even let you breathe as much as you want."

Whumpee's chest heaved as they gasped for air. Whumper had been strangling them for the better part of an hour. "Anything.....I'll," gasp, "do anything." Whumpee gasped again.

Whumper smiled down at Whumpee, their fingers loose around Whumpee's throat. "Say please."

"Pl-Pl-Please," Whumpee whispered. They would do anything, anything, to get Whumper to stop.

"Very good, that's right, beg me," Whumper snickered as their fingers closed tightly around Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee struggled in Whumper's grasp. Struggled to breathe, struggled to take a breath. But it was no use, Whumper's grip was too tight. They couldn't get a breath in. And as black spots peppered their vision, Whumpee let themself go limp, let their hands soften in their restraints.

Just as Whumpee felt the edge of their grip on consciousness, Whumper released their grip. Whumpee coughed, gasping desperately for air. "Y-Y-You....li-li-lied," Whumpee finally managed to say.

"You believed me. That's not my fault. Why would you believe the person who's been torturing you for the last several hours? Why would I be honest?" Whumper sneered down at Whumpee. "Face it, Whumpee, even if you obey me, your life is mine to do with as I want."

Whumpee opened their mouth to argue, but they were silenced as Whumper closed their fingers once more, cutting off all of Whumpee's air.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw asphyxiation #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #day 4 #prompt: obey #queue

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fulcrumwrites · 9 days

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Prompt #12: Captured Knight

She tasted blood in her mouth. Grit pricked her chin. The sun hurt her eyes as she cracked them open. She groaned as aches in her body gradually made themselves known.

A boot nudged her ribs. She had been stripped of her armor, otherwise she wouldn’t have felt it. The hard toe met a bruise beneath the soft padding.

“Get up.”

She flexed her fingers, feeling her hands for the first time since regaining consciousness. Her wrists stayed stubbornly fixed beside her head, level to her shoulders. An iron bar rested on her shoulders and neck, to which her wrists were chained.

The command came again. “Get. Up.”

That would prove difficult with her hands immobile. Slowly, she began to pull the bar over her head to get her hands in front. She barely moved an inch when she was stopped by pressure on her throat. What felt like leather encircled her neck, attached to the metal bar by a ring.

The boot hit her ribs again. “I said get up.”

“I can’t.”

The edge of a sword scrapped her cheek. She froze, barely breathing, as the point hovered over her eye. “Do it.”

The sword disappeared. The knight huffed and braced one end of the restraint against the ground to push herself up. In a few minutes of humiliated shuffling, she managed to get her knees beneath her and her stomach off the ground. She sat on her heels, breathing heavily. She blew some loose strands of hair from her face.

Her captor became impatient. He grabbed the bar and hauled her to her feet. A push behind her shoulder blades got her walking towards a procession of prisoners, all shackled in the same manner.

She was shoved to the back of the line. A chain was clipped to her collar, making her part of the train.

The slavers mounted their horses. A whip crack against the ground startled the captives into a doomed walk. The knight was dragged along, among the prisoners she had tried to save.

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #writerscommunity #whump #tw restraints #prompts #writing prompt #whump community #whump prompt #fantasy #slavery whump #knight whumpee #captive whumpee #tw captivity #kidnapping whump #tw kidnapping #medieval whump

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