#muzzled whumpee

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper keeping non-human Whumpees in a "zoo".

They kidnap them, buy them, maybe even make them in their own basement lab. They could even be a world-jumper and collect Whumpees across the world. Whumper gives their pets pretty little collars, muzzles, and forces makes them look their best. Then they teach them how to do tricks, hours upon hours on end. Even if Whumpee is exhausted out of their mind, they still have to put on a show. The residents that come to the zoo are mostly other Whumpers, but there are a few naive innocent people who wandered in by mistake.

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

I adore muzzling Whumpees. 

A face mask over a muzzle as Whumper drags Whumpee through a crowded area. Whumpee knows exactly what will happen to them if they make a scene.

The deep red marks on Whumpee’s face as their muzzle is removed for the first time in months. The way they struggle to speak again after days of having it on. The first word they manage to croak out is “water”.

Whumpee refuses to take some kind of pill, so Whumper stuffs it into their mouth and covers their lips with duct tape. Either they swallow willingly or it gets dissolved in their mouth, but they’re taking it.

Whumpee so terrified and hysterical that they can only sob and hyperventilate behind the duct tape, struggling to get enough air without their mouth. All they can do is sob, choking on their own tears and spit.

Whumpee sitting in the bathtub as Caretaker carefully tries to remove the duct tape wrapped around Whumpee’s head. They whisper apologies whenever Whumpee flinches.

Rescuers not having enough time to un-muzzle Whumpee. They just pick the bound and silenced Whumpee up and run. 

Whumpee only being able to communicate through muffled grunts through their muzzle, but still desperately trying to communicate with Caretaker.

[spicywhumper]

Hi, show me the muzzle your whumpee would wear. Here's the one Scarlet wears :)

found it on Pinterest

[midwinter-whump]

LD Lab Rats Pt. 8

Blood, Blaster shot wound, dehumanization, muzzle

"Liithal. Come on, kid. Say something."

Teeth sinking into her shoulder, pinning her to the ground.

"Whatever he did to you, you're stronger than this."

Her breath leaking out slowly as her muscles lock up.

"You have people counting on you."

A sharp thread being pulled from deep in her chest, as if her very soul is being extracted. The world becomes a little darker, and her awareness dims.

Liithal finally turned her gaze to Jay, but she felt numb and disconnected.

"There you are. You were starting to worry me, kid." By the look of his face, he was still worried. But Liithal was guessing since she couldn't sense his emotions anymore.

Her own voice was much more flat and rough than normal when she spoke, "I'm.... okay."

Jay frowned and scrunched his eyebrows. "I hope so. While I was out today I overheard the pirates talking about their sensors going off. I think we need to be ready to go soon."

While parameter sensors could go off at storms, wildlife, a particularly big wave, Liithal deeply hoped that meant her friends were scouting out a way to break in. The prospect lifted her spirits. "Even if they get to us, these cells are locked. Look what happened when I tried to break you out!"

"Which is why we will be keeping tabs on Nordue and his tablet. I have been keeping notes on places he sets it down. And if one of us is with him when they break in, we'll steal it."

"It... isn't much of a plan."

"I know. But there are a lot of unknown factors. We will have to improvise based on where we all are, and on the escape plan of the rest of your squad. For now, we focus on being able to get that tablet and get back here to free everyone. We'll meet our ride on the way out."

Yeah. Unknown factors. "But what about the droid?"

"You'll have to learn how to use the Force enough push it away."

That was... Not ideal. "But I'm not talented with that. I have always been able to feel the flow of the Force through other creatures, but I can't wield it like a Jedi. And I have tried."

"Being able to feel it is usually the hardest part. You just have to feel the flow through objects as well, and-" he cut himself off when the door opened.

Nordue strode down the hallway and paused between Jay and Liithal. The tension could be cut with a knife. He pointed to Jay, "Move that one to chamber twenty."

Liithal's breath picked up, anger and fear boiled in her. She stood and kicked the barrier, "You can't do that!" She couldn't lose the only person she had to talk to. Her only source of comfort and connection.

Nordue gave her a cold look, "I am removing an uncontrolled element in your environment. A subject needs specific conditions to achieve the desired results. And an element conspiring to alter your abilities? Well we can't have that."

Of course! Why would Liithal not assume Nordue could listen to them? "You can't control us! Whatever you want me to be, you'll fail! I will never give in!"

"If you feel so strongly, then I supposed you are strong enough for another session to prep for your role." He opened her cell and gestured for her to follow.

There was a short moment with both cells open where Liithal and Jay made eye contact. The droid was dealing with him, and Nordue with her. They didn't say anything, didn't need to. They just acted.

With his cuffs magnetized to the droid, Jay pulled himself up and in a single motion used his momentum to flip them both over and slam the droid into the ground.

At the same time, Liithal lurched forward and sank her teeth into Nordue's thigh. He shouted and kicked her off, but she came right back and kicked the side of his leg as hard as she could. He fell down to his knee, which made him finally short enough for her to yank him by his shirt and headbutt his face.

Jay took the tablet and ran to the next cell to free whoever was inside, "Change of plan. We move now!"

Jay had the doors open quickly, although they quickly realized many of the prisoners here were going to need physically dragged out. Liithal's heart dropped because they didn't have time for all of that.

"FU-03!" Nordue choked out, "Intervene!"

The twi'lek stepped from his room. He dashed forward to Liithal, and she dodged away. "Kes! Stop! I won't fight you."

Jay grabbed Kes from behind and restrained him, "You're not going to break through to him! Just go! I'll catch up."

Liithal's eyes welled with tears. The last thing she wanted was to leave anyone behind! A blaster shot hit the wall next to her head and everyone froze. Nordue stood, blood trailing from his nose. "Move again and I'll do more then a warning shot."

Liithal's mind raced. She wasn't fast enough to get the blaster before she was shot. Could she talk her way out of this? "You- You can't shoot me. You need me."

Without a word, Nordue swung the blaster over and shot Jay in the leg.

"NO!" Liithal was at Jay's side by the time he hit the ground. He softly swore, his breath carefully controlled and his energy focused on handling the pain.

"While you are my main subject," Nordue said calmly, even as blood from his bite wound spotted the white tile floor, "The others are disposable. And as I noted earlier, you are soft. You will be eaten by guilt should you cause of one of these other specimens be killed because of you."

Jay gripped Liithal's wrist, "Just go."

She looked up at Nordue, who seemed to be basically daring her to try it. And she knew if she did people would die. She stood slowly, her hands out where they could be seen, "I surrender. Don't shoot."

Nordue grinned, and retrieved his tablet. Barriers over the rooms went back up, "FU-03, take FU-14 to chamber twenty. FU-15, with me."

Liithal bared her teeth at him, "Fuck you." He grabbed the back of her jumpsuit and dragged her along.

"We really must do something about that mouth of yours," Nordue spoke.

He took her to the exam room, and strapped just one of her arms to the table and left her standing next to it. He stuck a stimpak into his leg, then opened a drawer. "I had this made special for you. It should cure your little biting problem, and as an added bonus, just you up." He turned around and Liithal saw some kind of cup-shaped metal cage with straps on it.

"What is that?"

"See, this is what I am talking about. A good weapon doesn't question or talk back. It does what its owner makes it do."

He stepped closer and Liithal pulled away as far as she could with her arm stuck. He reached up to hold her face and she shook her head violently and swatted his hand away, "Don't!"

Nordue ignored her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved the cage over her snout and buckled the straps behind her head. The device was snug. She couldn't open her mouth more than a tiny bit, she knew she wouldn't be able to eat with this. She pulled at it with her hand, which Nordue snatched and stuck her cuffs together, "None of that now. If you want to act like an animal, I will treat you as one."

Liithal tried to retort, but the only sound that came out was slurred beyond understanding. It was a very specific way to humiliate her, robbing her of her speech. Liithal had spent months when she first got to space unable to speak to anyone without a translator. There were few things that made her feel more helpless than not being able to communicate.

Nordue clipped a lead to the muzzle before freeing her hands. He clicked his tongue and tugged the leash like she was some kind of animal. And she stumbled and caught herself on her hands.

"There you are. You're starting to really look usable now."

Liithal felt shame burning her up. She silently prayed for Sol to find her and get her out of here soon.

[doyouevermakeasound]

Febuwhump Prompt Day 3: Muzzled CW: Muzzled whumpee

Whumper was getting tired of the string of vitriol coming from whumpee.  They just wanted to have fun but the constant cursing, belittling, and threats coming from them was annoying.  

They walked away from whumpee bound in the middle of the room.  Whumpee craned their neck to see where whumper was walking to behind them.

“What?  Is that all you got?”  

Whumper could hear the high of a victory, albeit small, on whumpee’s voice.  They smiled to themselves as they searched through the cabinet, not saying anything.  They had the perfect solution.

“Cat got your tongue?  Pathetic.”  Whumpee spat.

Whumper found what they had been looking for: the muzzle.  Although dusty and the leather stiff, it was a muzzle nonetheless.  They returned to the middle of the room and slipped the muzzle on, tightening the leather close to their skin.

Whumpee screamed underneath the leather of the muzzle.  

“That’s so much better.  I can work in piece now.”

@febuwhump

[blackberry-bloody]

Did this as a loose redraw of an older whump piece (below the cut)!

This is Ian! He doesn't get enough love, despite how much I adore him.

That feeling when you're a prince but being trained as a living weapon in a lab, and your shitty dad mind-wiped any memories people would have of you so you know you're entirely on your own. And even your mentor is hired by your dad so even though he tries to help and caretake you, he still qualifies as a whumper. <3

(the old art this is based on)

[cakeinthevoid]

I was rereading an old work to continue and I just had to share my favourite part I wrote so far :)) Content: Interrogation scene excerpt; slightly inhuman whumpee; muzzled (not explicit); detention; restrained

The detective leaned forward. “See, I don’t think that makes sense.” 

Dang. Guess not. 

“So why would you lie about that?” 

Double dang. 

He stayed silent, clearly wanting her to speak up. 

Auretta resisted and counted the seconds. 

About two and a half minutes later he stood up. Auretta jerked back. 

“Relax, I’m leaving.” The buzzer sounded. “I’m leaving ,” he repeated. 

Auretta felt a panic bloom. 

“Wait,” she coughed out, interrupting her rhythm. “Wait, don’t, I’m sorry, please don’t go.” She coughed and tried to restart her breathing pattern through gritted teeth.

The man sighed. “I want to help you, I really do, but this only works if you’re answering truthfully. You’ve lied, at least partially, at least three times in the past however many minutes. Not to mention the obvious limitation with the mask—” 

“I’ll speak. I’ll talk. Please don’t go.” If she were alone, she would only be able to focus on the chains, the muzzle —no, at the very least, she needed the stimulation.

The detective looked sad. She only caught the expression for a moment before he masked it with unreadability. 

“Okay.” He sat back down. “What do you want to talk about then?”

Continues here! 

[whump-softie]

If I can add…

Typical, proper muzzles in real life (for dogs) leave plenty of space for panting, barking, eating, drinking, all of that. It just prevents biting.

So imagine this on both ends of the spectrum on a whumpee.

A simple cage around Whumpee’s jaw. They can still speak (if they had the permission to), they can still move and breathe and eat (when food is provided), and everything in between. It’s more of a decorative piece. Even better if they had a biting habit that Whumper wanted to discourage.

But then… a tight, insufferable muzzle. Clamps the jaw shut and forces the lips together. Muffles all sounds, and barely lets air in. They can still breathe through their nose, but the panic must be unbearable. Can’t speak, can’t eat, can’t move their jaw without incredible pain and frustration.

Maybe there’s even a mouth-piece? A small piece of the muzzle that fits in the mouth, pushing Whumpee’s tongue back and down, preventing movement of any sort. Almost gagging, they can’t move their neck without discomfort. Panicking when they can’t swallow, can barely breathe…

A muzzle that traps every breath, soaks through from the tears and rubs the bridge and underside of the whumpee’s jaw raw. If they can talk, the words sound muffled and strained with the attempt to make themselves understood. A muzzle that is designed to give a semblance of humanity while still reminding the whumpee of their place.

[letitbehurt]

Whumper having a muzzle fitted around Whumpee’s head even as they scream and struggle against the bit shoved into their mouth, their hands pinned to keep them from yanking at the buckles. Rough leather digging into their skin. Every curse warped into an animal’s whines. They have no weapons now, not even their teeth.

“If you’re going to act like a rabid dog,” Whumper tells them, unmoved by their defiance, “then you’ll be treated like one.”

[serickswrites]

First for Everything

Warnings: captivity, restraints, muzzle, torture, defiant whumpee, sensory deprivation

Whumper walked down the long hallway to the room they had locked Whumpee in almost twenty-four hours ago. They had thought Whumpee would have been easy to break.

They were wrong.

Not only was Whumpee bratty and defiant with their words, they also tried to fight Whumper with every breath they had. It was only after Whumpee had spat on Whumper five times and tried to bite Whumper three times that Whumper had decided they only had one course of action.

"You leave me no choice, Whumpee. This could have been far more pleasant for you." Whumper fastened the muzzle on Whumpee's face, tightening the straps painfully tight. "I would have been much more gentle if you had been a little nicer."

Whumpee glared at Whumper, growling through the muzzle. But they couldn't bite or spit. Whumper double checked the shackles around Whumpee's wrists. "I'm going to let you think on this for a bit," Whumper said as they headed towards the door. The windowless room had no source of light save the bulbs overhead. The walls were padded and all sound from the outside world was muffled. "You think good and hard about what you want to do the next time I come in, Whumpee."

Whumper left, flicking the light switch off. They chuckled to themself as they walked down the hall. They had muzzled Whumpee and left them alone in the quiet dark. Perhaps Whumpee would break much faster this way.

Sure enough, as Whumper opened the door and flicked on the light switch, they saw Whumpee curled around themself, completely silent and still. "Well, good morning, Whumpee."

Whumpee didn't acknowledge their presence. Whumpee stared off into space.

"Well, it would seem there's a first for everything," Whumper said as they knelt down in front of Whumpee, "I broke you without having to hurt you. This is most wonderful news because now I can have my fun with you without fear of going too far."

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

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@artisticdemon

[deluxewhump]

bahkauv

cw: nonhuman whumpee, hunters of nonhumans, torture, burning as torture, fire-induced temporary blindness, mentioned digit crushing, self healing whumpee, it as a pronoun, restraints, muzzle, purchased for research

note: I've taken great liberties with this little german mythological creature. As you will see, its physical appearance is about ninety percent human in this story.

one: hunter's camp

The creature was in the worst shape Arthur had ever seen anything alive in. The fact that it looked so unnervingly human, especially from a distance, unsettled him even more.

Once they heard what it allegedly was, Stephan said it should have big paws and the short golden fur of a lion. Francis said that wasn’t right at all— it should have a human head and torso, legs like a calf with cloven hooves, and soft brown, white or black ears like a calf too… Stephan eventually elbowed Francis into silence as they approached a muddy paddock where the ill-fated things were corralled after being caught. 

It was mostly vampires in the hunter’s camp. Vampires were such a problem in the region that Arthur himself had been nearly recruited as a hunter this spring past. He’d been intrigued by the commission bonuses, the idea of travel and sleeping under the stars. He’d eyed the weapons and tools the hunters wore at their belts and tucked in their boots with admiration and envy. But he’d lost his stomach for it after seeing what he would have to do to the vampires he caught.

The Bahkauv was no exception, it seemed, despite being a rarer and much more regional phenomenon, not at all the infamous menace vampires had become. In fact, it seemed to Arthur that the thing was human as it cowered in the mud, eyes tracking the hunter that circled it. 

“How do they know it's a Bahkauv?” he asked aloud, not expecting his friends to have a response he didn't have himself. 

Meanwhile, the hunter sloshed a bucket of thick, oily substance onto the cowering creature and struck a match. 

“Oh good God,” Francis breathed beside him. All three of them were frozen in place, waiting to see if the hunter would toss the match.

He did. 

The substance now covering the Bahkauv was clearly some sort of accelerant. Pitch, maybe. Immediately, the fire spread over it and leaped three feet high so the creature appeared as a burning ball, invisible inside a wall of orange flame. Though they could not see it very well, they could hear it. Its shrieks of terror turned to screams of pain— agonized and gut wrenching. Francis was gripping Arthur’s forearm without realizing he’d done so, as if to say do you see this?His mouth was open in shock at the scene before them. Arthur glanced about. Some of the people, hunters and civilians alike, had stopped to see what this particular commotion was about, but they went back to their own business once they realized. This was not out of the ordinary. 

“We use the sun on the vamps,” said a hunter who had come up to the fence to watch. “Easy and extremely effective. But that thing doesn’t burn with the sun. They find drunken soldiers and latch onto them until they’re weak enough for them to attack. Vicious, thieving little creatures. And since there’s a lack of drunken soldiers wandering around alone here lately, who do you think we found this one leeching on?”

“A hunter?”

The hunter nodded.  “Unwise little thing, no? Sunlight doesn’t really bother it, but we found it a similar experience…” he nodded at the twisting and writhing flame in the paddock.  Whatever the substance was was finally burning off. The flames dwindled in the wet mud until they could see the creature beneath, now naked and terribly burned, but clearly alive. The screams tapered off to loud, alarming moans, separated by thin breaths drawn with great difficulty. 

“Why?” asked Arthur with an incredulity he later realized must have sounded terribly naive to a hunter. 

The hunter looked at him, deciding how to answer. In the end he just laughed, and clapped Arthur on the shoulder before wandering away toward the north side of the encampment.  

The one in the ring, dressed identically to the one Arthur had just spoken to, approached the Bahkauv. Arthur was now convinced it was not human after all, or it would not have survived that sustained heat for so long, with no oxygen to breathe. Right? Surely.

The hunter watched the thing struggling to breathe for a moment, tilted his head and toed it in the ribs with his boot. It shrieked in pain, eyes blind and white, blood and saliva dripping from its open mouth, its burned lips. The hunter seemed to consider the condition of the skin, which looked from a distance as though it was already changing from charred to red, from red to pink. 

“Is it healing?” Stephan asked in a low voice. He was not sure he wanted to know. 

“So quickly,” Francis muttered, his forehead deeply creased in distress. Even so, Francis could not help but watch. Arthur knew he was sharply observing, forming questions. His curious mind would not allow him to look away. 

Arthur, by no means a scientist or a scholar, wondered why it was he couldn’t stop looking. The hunter splashed more of the pitch-like substance onto the creature, who howled and threw up its hands protectively, uselessly, against the second lit match that was coming. 

“No,” Stephan exhaled in disbelief. “So soon?”

The flames flew to the accelerant faster than their eyes could follow, and the screams began in earnest again, filling the paddock. Arthur winced and looked away. 

“I need it,” Francis said, nodding emphatically. “Not a vampire. I need to take that to the University. Why study what everyone else is studying? Sure they’re rare, but that means my research would be rare, too. Possibly unique.”

“You don’t know what it’s capable of,” Stephan cautioned. 

“It likes to eat drunken soldiers, for God's sake," Francis argued to the backdrop of horrific wailing. “It will be tied up and muzzled, if we have to. And it's so... pathetic. Look at it."

Arthur and Stephan did. The flames had burned off again. The unfortunate creature was attempting to crawl away from the hunter, who was following it slowly. 

“It’s probably less dangerous than a vampire anyway. And it can move in the sunlight without being carried or making a scene.” Francis looked to them for support. Nearby, a shrieking vampire was being dragged into the sunlight. 

“This place is making me a bit ill,” Stephan said.

"I did warn you both." Arthur turned to Francis. “If you really think it’s a good idea, I’ll bargain for you. You’re too excited about it. They’ll realize they can rip you off.”

—

The Bahkauv was badly burned. This was nothing new, but each time was its own unending Hell. Every inch was agony as it crawled, blindly, across the paddock. The cool mud might have been a relief but for the way it sucked at the skin of its hands and knees, taking much of the ruined flesh with it as it made each slow inch of progress. It didn’t know where it was going. It only knew that staying put would mean more pain, and it could not tolerate any more pain. It was stripped to its barest instincts, and its instinct was to get away.

Dimly, it remembered the hunters didn’t like when it tried to get away from them, even just a few feet to curl up in a corner or against a fence. They’d stake it in place with one of their sharp vampire-sticks, through its hand or the tendons of its foot, grounding it in place to torment until it was mindless, incoherent and screeching like an animal.

Its melted sight began to come back, and it could see the blurry outline of men’s legs standing in front of it. It stopped crawling, paralyzed in fear. It could do nothing but lie on the ground and pant, throat and lungs burned from inhaling fire, but unable to die, just like the vampires in the sun.

A heavy collar was fitted around its neck like a yoke, and someone was yanking it roughly to a standing position. The Bahkauv shook so badly from the recent pain of burning that it collapsed once, twice. It cringed deeply as the hunter who held the leash backhanded its burnt cheek. “Up,” he hissed. “Do you want another round as a parting gift?”

“It’s fine,” said a new man's voice. “Enough. Enough. Here.”

Through slowly improving vision, it saw its leash change hands. It was not prepared to look anyone in the eye, even once it could see well enough to distinguish faces again.

It kept its eyes down, trembling violently as ropes were wrapped around its wrists and then looped through the collar so its hands had to stay crossed near its chest. A leather and iron muzzle was fitted over its head and tightened around the back of its neck. The sharp bit went to right the back of its throat, almost far enough to make it gag. The sides bit into the burnt flesh of its face. Once, it would have been ashamed of how it drooled pinkish foam in front of all these humans. Now it neither knew or remembered shame when the threat of more pain was present, which was always.

A man was picking it up. It hurt terribly, but all the Bahkauv dared to do was whimper through frantically grit teeth. Another pair of hands went under its armpits and hauled it higher, up and into the saddle of a chestnut horse. Each point of contact from the saddle was fresh pain, burnt skin and nightmarish friction. It tried to sit up on its own for as long as it could, but lacked the strength. Once the horse began walking in the direction of the road, it had no choice but to slump weakly against the chest of the man sitting directly behind it and holding the reins. 

It received no punishment, except for the way the man's rough clothes touched its skin. As the Bahkauv's sight returned to normal, it looked about to see two more men on horses of their own. Its healing skin itched and burned, but all it could do was twitch helplessly and watch the horse’s bobbing mane in front of it, or the leafy spring forest pass on either side. It shivered intermittently.

"Give it a blanket, Francis," one of the men said.

"Won't that hurt it? Its skin still shines like a burn."

"Remarkable how minor a burn it looks already though," said the man behind it in the saddle. "Considering."

The human voice, so close it could feel the vibration from it in its back, set it to trembling again.

Exhaustion from the days torture soon set in, and it fell into bouts of unconsciousness that only resembled sleep. It woke from one such period of dreamlessness with a startled flinch, unsure where it was or what was happening. The man he was riding with had his arm around its waist, anchoring it so it did not slump to either side and fall from the horse.

Dread and fear pooled in the Bahkauv’s stomach at the human contact, a large gloved hand splayed across its naked belly. Humans were cunning and cruel. They loved fire and tools, like the metal ones they used to crush its fingers and toes in the evenings when the sun was down and the screams of the vampires had quieted. 

It felt one of the others’ gaze on it and turned its foolish head, accidentally locking eyes with one of the men it was now traveling with. He was young, dressed in a jacket of dark green wool. He reminded the Bahkauv of the new recruits the hunters would bring in now and then, to see what they had the stomach for. Heart pounding, it looked away, and did not dare lift its eyes again until nightfall prompted the men to stop and make camp.

[whumptellsnolies]

cw: blood, muzzle, stress position

Whumpee hung limply from their manacles, wrists strained by the metal keeping them upright. Their knees were on the stone floor, raw and bleeding, and their head sagged between their taut shoulders. A strip of black fabric was tied tightly across their eyes, complimenting the silvery metal of the muzzle clamping their jaws closed. The extra touch of blood sluggishly running down their back and pooling on the floor was Whumper's favorite part. They loved seeing their precious plaything like this, whimpering and clearly on the edge of unconsciousness. Beautiful.

[ronanziriano]

hmp by jinguj

[whumpandothercomfort]

maybe one more thing with masochist whumpee?

Whumpee has, perhaps, ended up with Sadistic Whumper specifically BECAUSE their pain tolerance is so high. Whumper keeps finding it a little too easy to break their toys. A stronger will is required.

Whumper was not specifically looking to purchase a masochist because half the fun of inflicting pain is the fact that it hurts. But they're open to experimentation.

Whumper straps Whumpee down to a table, immobilizing the major joints to make struggling difficult. There are a lot of torture implements hanging on the walls. Like, a lot.

"I'm going to muzzle you."

Whumpee swallows.

Whumper retrieves a fairly standard muzzle -- straps to cover the mouth and hold it closed. Then they pause. "Open up."

"Please-" Whumpee begins.

"Open up."

Whumpee obediently opens their mouth. Whumper slides a small metal plate behind their teeth -- just big enough to dig into the roof and bottom of their mouth, just thin enough to cause pain.

Whumpee is almost silent as Whumper fits the muzzle over their face. They only make a noise when Whumper tightens the straps to force their teeth together, making the metal bite harder. It's a desperate whimper, their muscles twitching spasmodically, their eyes wide.

"Good pet," Whumper murmurs. "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Whumpee closes their eyes, nodding just the tiniest fraction.

Whumper strokes their cheek with a thumb. "It's good, isn't it?"

Whumpee whimpers again.

"Look at me."

Whumpee's eyes open, but their gaze is unfocused. Glazed. Their pupils are huge with helpless, unwanted pleasure.

"Good," Whumper says. "You're nice and obedient like this. I think we'll just have to keep you in a little pain all the time, won't we? Is that what you need?"

Whumpee's soft, muffled protest is undermined by their body's response. Their fingers and toes both curl, their eyes rolling back, breathing heavy.

"It's good you found your way to me, really," Whumper says. "There's no one who can take better care of you than me."

[firapolemos05]

Decided to do more MerMay but whump this time.

And it's been a moment since I last hurt my favorite iron boy sooooo.... 😈 *turns Gajeel into a chain catshark*

@whumpninja 's MerMay for Whumpers

Day 24. Captured for a prize

[cicutagreninja]

Vampire whumpees. Yes.

Making themselves wear a muzzle so they don’t hurt their friends, even though they hate it, so much.

Caretaker purposefully cutting themselves so a starving Whumpee can get anything, even just a few drops.

Being bandaged and sore in multiple places because of sunburns

Having tender scars on their skin from being splashed by holy water.

Whumpee losing control from hunger and pounces on one of their friends. Having to be held back.

If they have bat wings, imagine the membrane being slowly ripped apart by Whumper. Or maybe getting it caught and tearing.