#choking whump

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Whumper chaining Whumpee up by their neck, the length of the chain feeding through a pulley attached to the ceiling. Their hands also shackled behind their back so they’re completely helpless.

Caretaker also in the room, tied to a chair. Whumper interrogates them, and every time they refuse to answer or Whumper thinks they’re lying, the chain gets pulled. Effectively strangling Whumpee. Caretaker begs and begs but Whumper wants information. And Whumpee through choked gasps, pleads with Caretaker not to say anything.

[defire]

More things I just conveniently know

Choking

(i just saw a post about this and wanted to make my own list)

Content: choking, ptsd

Victim that's been choked many times, eyelids fluttering closed as they try to conserve energy

First time, eyes fly open, panicking, trying to gag and can't even get that out

Afterward because of the compression of the trachea, victim ende up coughing and possibly spitting

Those panicky, gravelly breaths right after

The betrayed look sideways at aggressor as victim holds throat and tries to get their breath

Sometimes your body doesn't decide to get faint until after the breath is restored. Victim gasping, hand against the wall for support after aggressir lets go.

Rubbing their throat quietly

Chin down, pulling back reflexively whenever aggressor gets angry after that

Not liking to be touched above the shoulder

[dont-be-gentle-please]

Whumper who is physically bigger/stronger than whumpee wrapping their hand around whumpee's throat and choking them.

The classic grabbed-by-the-throat-and-thrown-into-a-wall. Or down the stairs.

[womenwhump]

Sailor Moon

[whitecoatwhump]

“I’m here!” she snarled at her captor. She had pinned them to the floor, and her hands gripped their neck like a lifeline. Their face was turning blue as they tried to pry her fingers off.

“I’m finally here! You wanted me so fucking badly, and now you have me!” she continued, leaning closer. “And I’m going to make you fucking regret it!”

[mr-business-whump]

Day 11: Horror

Viggo smirked, and his hands tightened further around his throat. Hiccup made a choked noise, unable to breathe at all anymore, no matter how hard he tried. His eyes flicked to his father's still fighting form in a flash of panic.

He scratched at the hands circling his neck, tried to kick the Hunter Chief away, but it was no use. He was already winded from fighting the hunters manning this ship, and his struggling now was only making it worse.

read it here!

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 15 - Torture Tuesday (Waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.”)

"Torture-watching stuff-singing" -- Universe

TW/CW: Drowning, (non-lethal), getting pushed underwater, creepy whumper, defiant whumpee, scared whumpee, threat of death, fight or flight, fear of death Word count: 929

I realize that I made Adam capture Lyra in a pool but never really use that. Sooo let's change that.

The floor undeneath Lyra started groaning, the sound that indicated that the depth of it was being adjusted. Lyra was already only wearing her sports underwear so that wouldn't become a problem at least. She reamined sitting in her yoga sit on the floor. Adam never bothered to restrain her during what she called "empty times", the pool was already to deep with the ladders removed and even if she would get out there wasn't really a safe way out.

The water kept rising now, it was already to her ankles. What was he planning? Does he wanna try me or push me to an escape attempt?"

Adam stepped out of the boys changing room, in swim shorts and a T-Shirt. And in his hand a length of chain and a menacle. With all that in his hand he walked around the basin and then jumped in close to Lyra, splashing her in the process. "Hello, hello, Thyma. Do you wanna go for a little swim?", he asked, grinning menicangly.

Lyra started getting up the moment Adam came closer, she didn't like already be at an disadvantage before the actual torture even happened. "What are you going for?" The shackle wasn't good, not in combination with the water at least. Drowning scared her, not because it was unfamiliar, definitely not, but for her voice.

"Why don't you try and find out, hm?", Adam taunted before advancing on his plaything. With the raising water and the malnourishment it wasn't very hard for him to throw her off balance and wrestle her to the floor. Her curles splashed into the water around her like a halo and as he kept her pinned to the floor he got to witness the panic slowly building as the water creeped up her face.

Lyra's head banged against the floor as she got down. "Shit.", she cursed. It was frustrating to always lose even after all these years. But it made sense if the other person was the person teaching you. Yet now the water was creeping up, licking up her troat and chin and she was still pinned to the floor with Adam atop of her!

Adam chuckled and kept Lyra helpless while attaching the menacle to her left ankle and the end of it to the length of chain. The chain that was connected to a heavy weight sat on the floor.

Lyra's breathing was stressed. Not to the point of hyperventilating but definitely anxious. But just as the moving water started covering her face Adam got off of her. She coughed and quickly got up. Well as far as she could...There was no way moving her leg more than the length of chain allowed. The weight was too heavy. What if Adam wants to kill me...?! ... Don't be ridicolous, he wouldn't do that. Right?"

Adam smiles charmingly. "Naw what terrifiying thought just crossed your mind, hm?"

"Oh, please. I just don't like being restrained-as you very well know."

"I do know that, its delightful." Adam starts circeling her through the rising water. "Did you maybe wonder if I was going to kill you?", he asked luringly.

"Oh please, you're way too obsessed with me.", Lyra gave back, if only she could convince her body of that.

Adam waited until the water had risen enough and then the real fun could begin. Still circling her he managed to surprise her and push her underwater.

Lyra barely had enough time to draw in a breath before she was pushed under. Her body instantly started thrasing beyond her control and she desperately tried to regain control over it, push up ad slide past Adam's hands. But the bastard didn't let that happen!

As her trashing got even more erratic, Adam pulled Lyra up again. Hitting her on the back harder than necessary to "assist" with getting the water out of her body.

Lyra coughed and winced at the pain of the beating on her back. By now the water was so high that it just barely stopped unerneath her face. She had to swim all the way until the chain ended to get air while Adam had still plenty of air room and could easily swim. Lyra glared daggers at him.

"Awww, what's wrong? I thought you loved swimming? Lets just hope you're still good at swimming for a long duration of time, am I right?"

"Oh shut the fuck up! You're enjoying this wayy too much!", Lyra fumed, before taking another deep breath.

Adam leered at her during her rant and right as she took her breath he grabbed the chain with his feet and pulled. Watching his plaything dissapear underneath the water again. As she tried to get towards the chain between his feet he managed to kick her away above the armpit. Then he dived dowm himself to hold the chain even further underwater. When Lyra's movements slumped he pushed them both up above the surface.

Lyra coughed and spit out water in Adam's hands, already exhausted from the constant fighting for her life. Already the repetitive pushing underwater mixed with the threat for her life pushed her into fight or flight. Into the old feeling of being hunted for fun. But given Adam's manical joy this would be going on for a lot longer...She tried to get out of Adam's arms but that was pointless so she just uncomfortably squirmed despite herself. Suddenly one of Adam's hands sneaked itself around her throat. Her whole body but her legs who were swimming froze up and and a tiny whimper escaped her.

Adam chuckled darkly at her reaction, he loved the small moments when she showed how scared she really was. It was delicious. And then he choked her additionally before pushing Lyra underwater again.

It was a lot longer before Lyra was finally allowed to lie on the floor again, still shackled. There were still a few centimeters of water covering the floor. A cruel reminder that he could repeat that any time he wanted to.

@ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt

@shattermind-8

[mysticwhump]

Content Warnings: Lady whump, strangulation/breath control, collars, sadistic Whumper, creepy Whumper, referenced starvation and dehydration,

The collar on her throat pulls tight again, and her lungs start burning, her heart rate shooting up again. That half a breath hadn't been nearly enough. She forces her eyes open, glaring at a blurry Whumper above her.

"You still don't understand, do you?" Whumper tsks, shaking his head. He watches her red face get redder, mouth open in a useless attempt to draw air. "You're mine, darling. I'm the one who decides if you're fed, if you're given water."

He nods at something to her right, and tugs her collar, forcing her to look at a piece of bread and a glass of water, just out of reach of her bound arms. Her stomach growls, a reminder she hasn't eaten yet since she got captured.

He tugs her collar again, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes flutter shut, then open again. Tears start to leak out. "I control when you're allowed to breathe, if you ask nicely." He stops speaking, looking down at her. Waiting for something.

"....a..air...." She croaks out, as the dots fill her vision completely. The collar tightens more, and right before she loses consciousness, it's loosened. Just enough for a trickle of air to flow into her lungs.

She coughs, trying to draw in breath.

"Shhh, slowly, darling. Don't overwhelm yourself now." Whumper coos, a hand stroking her hair. "Shhh, I know it hurts, but you shouldn't cry. You need to conserve your water, darling." He wipes water from her cheek. He loosens the collar another notch, letting her breathe a little bit easier.

Slowly, her coughing fit subsides, heart slowing down as she regains some of her breath. Whumper smiles, hand trailing down her body, feeling her ribs.

"What do you say, darling?" Whumper asks. "Do you understand?"

"I...I'm...I'm not your....your dar... darling." She gasps out.

"Wrong answer." Whumper says, sighing. "I did so hope you would learn quickly." He tightens her collar again, cutting off all air. "But I will admit, I do so enjoy this."

She tries to struggle, wrists tugging against her restraints and trying to thrash her legs. Her lungs burn, spots swimming in her vision. She can hear him chuckle above her.

"You do look beautiful like this, darling." He says, watching her struggle. Her face, still red from a minute ago, is turning a darker red as tears leak from her eyes. Her mouth is open, hoping for any air to go into her deprived lungs, as her chest heaves. Her eyes flutter open and close, open and close. "Do you want to breathe, darling?" He grabs her chin, tightly. Her eyes flutter open, glazed and barely able to focus on him. "Are you my darling?" She glares, and he sighs. "I won't let you breathe until you admit it."

He had expected her to put up a fight, the amount of spunk she had making it all the sweeter once he broke her. He had not expected this much fight after a few days of no water, and a full week of no food. He grins- breaking her will be fun.

Her eyes start to close, her face beginning to take a blue tinge, and he slaps her. They open again, focusing on him. "Darling, I'll let you breathe the second you say you're mine." He promises. She barely nods. "Are you mine, darling?" This time, it's a definite nod, and he smiles. "Good girl."

He loosens the collar halfway, and she breathes, coughing as air rushes into her lungs. He waits until the coughing fit stops, until her red face is back to her normal pale colour. It takes a few minutes, as she is unable to still get a full breath, the collar still pressed a little tight on her throat.

"Now, was that so hard, darling?" Whumper asks.

"Pl...please...." She gasps. "No...no more. Please."

"Did you forget already?" He asks. She shakes her head, feeling the collar start to tighten again. "Who controls you?"

"Y..." The collar cuts her off, air stolen again and she turns betrayed eyes to him. He laughs again.

"C'mon, darling. Tell me. Who controls you?"

It's a choice she has to make: keep her air and stave off choking a bit longer, hoping he'll give her more air before she faints, or use the last of her air to answer him and hope he lets her breathe. Either way, she's dependent on him.

[whump-galaxy]

The team is captured and lined up in front of their captors. The most defiant among them, of course, cannot keep their mouth shut. They mock, taunt, and jeer till one captor has had enough.

They grab the whumpee by the throat, asking if they really want to die like this. The whumpee bares their teeth with a defiant smile.

And spits directly in the captor’s face.

[letitbehurt]

Grab Whumpee by the throat and slam their body against a wall. Results may vary.

[womenwhump]

Sailor Moon

[whumpypepsigal]

[aceofwhump]

Graceland 1x08

[dont-be-gentle-please]

- Whumper covering whumpee's mouth and nose in between dunking them so they can only hope for tiny breaths when whumper moves their hands.

- Whumpee (for various reasons) can hold their breath for a specific amount of time, longer than average. Whumper knows it/figures it out and pushes whumpee's limits.

- Waterboarding

- Being drowned in a bath by carewhumper.

let’s think about drowning.

- whumpee being held by the hair, pulled back out and dunked in repetitively.

- blood from previous injuries dribbling into the water as whumpee struggles underneath.

- shivering and shaking once dragged from the murky depths.

if anyone would like to add anything then please do feel welcome to share. :)

[letthewhumpbegin]

Star Wars: Episode VIII - The Last Jedi (2017)

My GIF masterlist

[whumpitisthen]

Masterlist

Grab your character and shove their head underwater. Keep them pinned until they breathe in the water. Pull them up and let them splutter and cough. Push them under again. Pull them up. Let them use their precious seconds of air to beg. "Ple-Please, please stop — " Push them under again. Feel them squirm. Pull them up sooner; they couldn't hold their breath long enough. Once more for good measure. Don't let them up until they nearly suffocate. Pull them up and throw them to the ground, let them cough up all the water they swallowed. Pull them into your lap. They are shivering, the cold water having seeped deep into their bones. They are crying. They are going to try to pull away. Don't let them. Hush them gently. Card through their hair. Let them relax under your hands. Then drag them back over to the water. Put their nose right above the surface and keep their head right there. Let them imagine how it will feel to be pushed under again, held there, pulled up just so they can drown again. They will fight, they will sob, they will plead and barter and yell. They will be scared. Answer them with an order. "Take a deep breath for me." Watch them struggle to decide if they should. They probably won't be able to take one deep enough if they tried. Push them under. Watch them squirm. Repeat.