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Tw: torture, sadistic whumper, kidnapping

Hero kidnapped by supervillain, who doesn't want hero dead, but definitely doesn't want them out and about and meddling.

So, thinking to kill two birds with one stone, supervillain gives hero to villain, a sadist who is, at all times, This Close to cutting up their own team just to feel something.

Villain is given two instructions:

Don't kill them.

Have fun.

Hero isn't being tortured for information, so they don't need to be kept in any working order. They're not being kept for ransom, so they don't need to stay relatively unharmed. They need to be kept alive, so there's no hope for an easy out. Hero's team has no idea where supervillain's base is, so villain doesn't have to rush.

What state is hero in when they escape or are rescued? Are they even still recognisable as themself? Does the team comment on how much they've changed? Do they see their trauma as weakness, or do they try to help? Do they mention they miss old hero, from before supervillain got them? Do they make hero think it's their own fault they got captured, they should have been better, smarter, stronger? Do they help hero get strong again?

What about when they finally face supervillain again? Is villain there? Can hero look at either of them? Do they flinch every time they move? Or are they firm, defiant, determined to prove that villain couldn't break them? Do they manage to make it all the way back to their base before breaking down?

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I think I'd rather skin you alive than be at the club. I can hardly stand loud music and flashing lights. Listening to your screams? Now that's something I can certainly get behind.

I should be at the cluuub but they're making me skin you alive jfc you're not the only one having a shite night yk

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“It’s beautiful, if you really watch. To see their face go from angry and screaming to pleading and thrashing to whimpering and trembling to silence and finally to nothing at all.”

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No anti ever has an explanation for "if you like this in fiction then you like it in real life" and why it seemingly only applies to sex shit

They can understand separating fictional violence and murder from real life violence and murder. They don't think reading about a murderer means you want to murder irl. But reading about incest? You must want to fuck your sibling irl

Make it make sense

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The victim should be angled head down at about 10-15 degrees. It prevents the water from getting in their lungs and causing lasting damage. You pour the water right on their face. Can also be done with a cloth that you dunk into water and then hold down over their face. Cold water provides the best shock factor for sure.

if you can't find any basics and want literally the ground level not risk managed face-up technique, two layers of tshirt thickness cloth laid over the whole face and then consistently running water anywhere on the nose or mouth is one classic variation (i've seen a large-ish water bottle fairly slowly poured aimed right at the tip of the nose and that seems to work decently well). the water just has to form a "layer" in/on the cloth, so it's fully saturated and flowing through the fabric. i mean and there's holding somebody's face in a bucket of water until they start freaking out but that one's self explanatory. sorry if you already knew this and needed like risk management tactics haha

I appreciate you but I am looking for more like risk management. I’m meeting up with some people to talk about assisting them with a waterboarding scene and I just want to have some knowledge going in. The dom (who I am going to meet for the first time tomorrow) (we are not doing the scene tomorrow) has done it before but i don’t want to just be like. i guess i’ll take your word for it! ya know?

i’ve heard the person getting waterboarded needs to be at an angle to lessen the risk of getting water trapped in the lungs, but i have not been able to find out anything more specific. like angled up or angled down?

the people i do know who invited my partner and me to the scene said something about doing it on a pool table, which

hot (good)

seems like a pun (good)

is not angled (not good)

most google/duckduckgo searches are either “how to survive waterboarding” or are related to the kink but not very informative. i’m gonna have to watch videos of it. for research. i mean i’ve watched them in the past but not with a scientific eye.

the info you provided is still good tho so thank you

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can you take my white ass to funkytown

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jghyhw

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there need 2 be more sadist tboys

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bone breaking with hammer,,, bone breahkingg!! nose breaking and black eyess,, crushed teeeth and bruises and deep deep cutsb!! waterboarding and deep set trauma that bonds me to you foreevrr!!!

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my blade meets your hand, teasing across your palm before digging into your wrist and following down your forearm

gently tracing the slit with the tip of my tongue, pinning you in place so you can't squirm away

faster and faster as I feel your pulse quicken, finding our rhythm as you coat my lips and leak into my mouth

sucking, licking, savoring your taste, working my way deeper, deeper, deeper

a second's pause- the anticipation breaks and my tongue dives into you

god, I love how you scream for me.

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Fear Itself

Warnings: captivity, implied torture, unclear character status, yandere

"Oh, Caretaker," Whumper purred over the phone, "I am so glad you answered."

Caretaker's heart sunk. Whumper's calls were never good. Whumper always misinterpreted things and lashed out. "What do you want?"

"I just want to talk, Caretaker. You never want to talk to me anymore." Caretaker could picture Whumper pouting at the phone.

"I don't want to talk to you because I want you to leave me alone." Caretaker checked their phone. They were running late and were supposed to be meeting Whumpee soon. "I have to go."

"Wait, Caretaker, I wanted to tell you something."

"Make it quick. I have to meet--"

"Whumpee. You are supposed to be meeting Whumpee. Honestly, I don't know what you see in them. You could do so much better than them. I am so much better than them."

"How do you know I'm supposed to meet Whumpee?" Caretaker felt a sinking feeling in their stomach.

"I know many things, Caretaker." Whumper chuckled. "Like I know how you take your coffee--with half and half and three sugars. I know how you enjoy those cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies and will watch them in July when you need a pick me up. And," they paused dramatically, "I know your greatest fear."

Caretaker's mouth was dry. "Heights. Yes, everyone knows that." They didn't want to think that Whumper knew what they really feared.

"Ah, ah, Caretaker. You can lie to other people, but you can't lie to me. I know what you truly fear. I know you fear that you will be the reason why the person you love is hurt. Your greatest fear is causing Whumpee suffering."

Caretaker couldn't speak. Couldn't say anything. What did Whumper want?

"And that's why I'm going to help you face your fear, Caretaker. I'm so thoughtful like that. Maybe you'll see how thoughtful I can really be. Right, Whumpee?"

Caretaker's heart stopped as they heard Whumpee let out a painful scream. "What are you doing to them?"

"A little of this. A little of that. Anything to help you get over your fear, Caretaker. I just don't know if Whumpee will make it through all of the pain. But at least you'll have me, Caretaker. And remember, Caretaker, the only thing you have to fear is fear itself."

"WHUMPER!" Caretaker screamed into the dead line. Whumper had Whumpee and was going to torture them to death to prove a point to Caretaker. Caretaker raced from the room, hoping they could find Whumpee in time and that their greatest fear wouldn't become a reality.

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Sounds--aggressor

Content: sadistic whumper, manhandling, threats

Smiling "hm."

"Watch your mouth."

"shhh sh sh"

walking slowly

grim chuckle because victim insulted them and they're about to get it

grunts and huffs of effort as they manhandle victim into position

Catching their breath after a struggle

Panting, "you are gonna wish you stayed put, motherfucker"

"Come here."

Exhasperated sigh "hh. alright, you earned this--"

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What about some sweet drug induced hallucinations :0

content: interrogation, noncon drug, hallucinations, needle

"I'm not telling you a thing!" spat Whumpee, twisting against their restraints.

Whumper laughed. "I'd hardly expect you to say otherwise." They turned to fidget with something just out of Whumpee's view, something metallic, something that clicked and clattered along the table.

There was a sudden, sharp smell of ammonia and harsh chemicals.

"They all say that, to start with." Whumper faced their captive with a hypodermic needle in their blue-gloved hand. "And then they meet my friend." They squirted a small amount of clear liquid into the air, and then nodded, satisfied.

Whumpee forced a laugh of their own. "You think that scares me? A big needle? What am I, five?"

Whumper smiled, teeth razor sharp in the glinting light. It didn't reach their eyes. They stepped closer, "Don't fight it. It'll hurt less this way."

Whumpee fought it. They thrashed and kicked but Whumper merely stepped to the side. Grabbing a fistful of hair, they shoved Whumpee's neck upwards, baring it to the needle.

Whumper wiped a patch of skin clean with an antiinfectant, the cloth stinging cold.

Whumpee snarled. "You'll need more than a needle to get me to break, smartass."

Hot air brushed against Whumpee's ear as Whumper whispered, "I don't need you to break--" the needle pinched the side of Whumpee's throat, ice-cold and biting, "I need you to wish you had."

They let go of Whumpee and stepped away.

The drug hit them like a weight dropped on their chest. The pain was immediate, jagged, gnawing at their inside. Whumpee stifled a cry and slumped against their restraints. Within a few seconds, their limbs stopped listening to them and their head throbbed--pounding to a strain of music they only half-recognized, a song they should know but couldn't place.

It took all of their strength, all of their training to look up. The corners of their vision blurred, twisting into spirals that distorted depth, light, and-- and everything.

Everything.

Whumper stood in the shadows, laughing. Their face--no, their entire head-- shifted. It bloomed into the face of a deer-- a deer with bright, brilliant eyes, its stare too blank, too wide. Its horns spiraled up, up, up into razor-points, syringe-points-- dangerous--horrible.

Whumpee whimpered, drawing back.

Something rose out of the shadows with teeth and burning skin.

-- help me--

Whumper towered over them, the smell of rot overwhelming, singing Whumpee's nostrils.

Whumper ran a hand through Whumpee's hair, laughing with a voice that sounded like wind in the dead trees. "You're not going anywhere."

Something snapped, a knot unraveling in a thousand different directions-- it felt so real, so so real.

More voices. More voices joined the first, whispers curling into the chaos of the drug, pulling at the edges of their sanity.

Help--

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Whumpees as Stress Relief

A captured whumpee is held hostage by multiple whumpers, all who have decided that the best use of their captive is as their personal stress ball.

Creepy whumper who gets themselves all worked up and pays whumpee a visit to unwind.

Harassing whumpee by poking and prodding at them. Hands all over their body, grabbing them by the arm, by their hair, their chin, anything they can.

They pull whumpee around their cell like a ragdoll, throwing them to the floor.

Playing with whumpee's hair crooning mocking praise in their ear.

Removing whumpee's restraints so they can fight back. Whether whumpee jumps into the fight or has to be goaded into it, they end up flat on their back with whumper hovering over them, breath heavy from excitement and exertion.

Leaving whumpee shivering and exposed, promising they'll see each other again soon, and next time they'll stay longer.

Sadistic, proud whumper who visits whenever their ego takes a hit.

Peacocking their control over whumpee by mocking and degrading them. Grabbing their hair to tilt their head back painfully. Slapping whumpee's face, spitting on them. Anything to make themselves feel better.

A defiant whumpee bites back, figuratively, literally.

Whumper falls cold and silent, still for one second, the next relentlessly beating whumpee. They're ruthless and unrestrained, anger all funneled into pummeling their captive.

Giving a bruised and bloodied whumpee one final kick before leaving, the resulting yelp fueling their ego.

Indifferent whumper only visits when they reach their boiling point.

Calloused and demanding. Overpowering whumpee and tying them into stress positions.

Giving whumpee instructions. Using a crop and whip to hit whumpee when they don't obey.

Sessions that last for hours. They go until whumpee collapses, and whumper's stress is still there. No matter, they'll pick up where they left off tomorrow.

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“You’ll be famous. People will remember your screams for years, they’ll use photos of your bones and blood as their screen savers.”

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Whumpee who's been on the run from some sort of organization/the government/whatever for a long time, finally getting captured.

Waking up in a facility in the middle of nowhere. Knowing that no one is coming to rescue them.

Whumper leaning over to whisper, "It's all going to be alright, we're going to take care of you now," before tenderly stroking whumpee's hair.

Maybe brainwashing is involved? Will whumpee ever be rescued/ever escape? What are whumper's plans?