#tortured whumpee

[jordanstrophe]

After caretaker brought whumpee home, they stayed deathly quiet. They kept their eyes low and the most caretaker could get out of them was tired mumbles and warning sounds when they were nervous.

"Please tell me what happened. I want to know how to help you," Caretaker asked.

Whumpee shook their head and could barely muster eye-contact. "It wasn't as bad as you think," Whumpee muttered, almost as if they wished to not be heard. "I'm okay, really." Whumpee looked down at their bandages and clutched the cloth woven around their hand.

But whumper in their interrogation told a different story.

A detailed, gruesome, cruel and torturous story that sounds hardly survivable. 

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Caretaker or team member immediately hugging and latching onto Whumpee once they’ve been rescued or returned home.

Whumpee groaning or hissing at the pain from contact. Caretaker apologizing profusely, hurrying to let go. But Whumpee doesn’t budge, just holds on tighter. Tucking their face into Caretaker’s neck, reminded of the reason they endured their torture.

[friendlesscat]

A whumpee that's so used to pain they don't realize they're hurt.

They've been so accustomed to the constant wounds and torture that they gradually grew numb to it. Or maybe to them, pain is a constant state of being, there's nothing unusual about it. And so, there's not much of a difference wether it hurts a bit more or a bit less.

Perhaps, when they've been rescued and getting accustomed to ordinary life, they might get hurt. But, since it's just a dull ache, it's fine, right? After it doesn't get better for a while, they might mention it to someone and receive the advice to visit a doctor - only to find out that the injury is major and that a person normally wouldn't be able to function at all, much less brush it off as a "minor inconvenience".

That would probably make their companions wonder about what they could have gone through to become like this. Perhaps they knew it wasn't good, but never to this extent. :D

[bilightningwhumper]

Migraines suck (currently having one) so imagine Whumper setting off one of Whumpee's on purpose. Or making it worse.

Ie, mine get worse with heat (especially from an oven or being near a heater), smelling weed/pot, smell of or being near someone vaping, then the normal sound and light sensitivities. Ice pick in the skull feeling.

Also Caretaker doing their best to take care of Whumpee but all they can really do is just let them sleep it off.

Which is now what I'm going to go do.

[honeycollectswhump]

Augusnippets Day 27

migraines/chronic pain/phantom pains

CW: chronic pain, past pet whump, past torture

The moment Atlas tries to get out of bed, still dizzy and confused from a nightmare’s claws digging into him, he collapses onto the ground in a heap of whimpers. Barbed wire digs into his legs, bending them in a useless crooked position as if they forgot they haven’t been broken in a while. The bones never healed right, and how could they? It’s a wonder he’s able to walk at all. 

No matter how hard he tries, his Master’s mark has forever been left on his body, after years of neverending torment, of torture he once thought deserved. Of hammers and bats and whips. Of merciless glee at his cries. 

Another wave of burning hot pain crashes into him, too recognisable from Atlas to keep his whining down. A hammer to his hand, a foot grinding it into the ground, without mercy. For a moment, he could see the bloody pulp that had once been his hand, before the tears in his eyes made his vision blur and twist.

His back arches, making his head hit the bed frame. 

He can’t do this. He can’t. 

Bones crushing and breaking, rubbing against each other in ways they never should. Atlas gasps, desperately, drowning, banging his cramping fists against his thighs, begging it to stop. They don’t listen. He can do nothing but writhe on the floor like a maggot, haunted by his Master in the only place that was supposed to be safe.

Distantly, he can feel Mutt inch closer to the forefront of his cursed consciousness. Pain is the only thing it recognises. The only familiar thing. 

And Atlas loathes it.

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[cuteangsty]

Whump prompt #6 - Catatonia

Caretaker just rescued whumpee. Maybe they were tied up, or locked in a basement, a cold cell, completely immobile.

"it's ok! It's ok, alright?!" Caretaker pulls them into a hug "it's ok you are safe now"

"s...safe...n-now"

"yeah, see? Everything will be okay now?" They say in shaky breaths, happy they are finally together "you are safe now!" They repeat "you are safe with me..."

"s-s-safe...wi-with..." Whumpee repeats, emotionless.

Immediately caretaker notices something is off

"whumpee...?"

"w-whumpe-e..." It's only repetition from whumpee's part.

"no- uh... You. You are whumpee." Caretaker looks deeply in their empty lost eyes. There's no response.

"wha-... what did they do to you?" Caretaker pulls them into a tight hug only now realizing how catatonic whumpee is.

[whumpanthems]

Blood - My Chemical Romance (defiant whumpee, lab vibes)

Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber (whumpee getting tortured)

I'm so tired - Fugazi (tired/exhausted whumpee)

Dr. Sunshine is Dead - Will Wood and the Tapeworms (slightly unhinged Whumper)

[rookthebird]

every day i think about how i wrote a book where a sad monster is tortured after having to mercy-kill his only friend, and then two kind, gentle humans rescue him, but he’s super stressed about being outed as a monster the whole time

and i think “i have got to get normaler”

[sickiehugs]

Spin-off:

A princess of a wealthy kingdom, who is a whump writer, has an assistant in the palace, from whom she asks for advice on how to write this or that torture method.

They always say "I'll tell you later." Hours later, they would come back to the princess and give her a very detailed, gruesome story on how the torture method works, how much pain the captive would be in, if it kills them, etc.

The princess is always appreciative of their insights, despite the strange way it's given to her... until she eventually learns why they knew this kind of stuff: The King and Queen have a Whumpee captive in the castle's dungeon, and whenever the princess comes to them for writing advice, their assistant leaves to use those exact torture methods on the Whumpee and report back to the princess, unbeknownst to her.

A Caretaker who is a whump writer goes to Whumper for advice on how to write this or that torture method.

And Whumper gives them a very detailed, gruesome story on how the torture method works, how much pain the captive would be in, if it kills them, etc.

Caretaker is always appreciative of their insights... until they eventually learn why they knew this kind of stuff: Whumper had a Whumpee captive in their basement and using those exact torture methods on them.

[jordanstrophe]

Water as cold as ice was dumped over them. Whumpee gasped awake, feeling themselves getting dragged across the ground by their leg. They're thrown into a room and the door slams shut, leaving them in pitch dark.

Rather if whumper intended for it or not, whumpee knows they'll die here. They tuck their knees to their chest as tight as they can. It offers them no extra warmth, and the shivering only burns away their energy.

Suddenly, a hand touches their face, they didn't even hear the door open. It feels like the warmest thing they've ever felt. Another hand touches their arm and pulls them to sit up. Caretakers voice makes a comment about their injuries, but whumpee only hears bits and pieces; they're only focus is the hand pressing against their cheek.

Caretaker's terrified of hurting them as they pick them up. Their only comfort is feeling whumpee tight clinging to their wrist with their eyes closed.

[friendlesscat]

I think there's some nice whump potential in gradual loss of senses. :D

For example, whumpee has been subjected to sound torture for an extended period of time. After countless hours of agony, they come to the horrifying realization that they're becoming less and less affected by it with each time. Hearing was something they had always taken for granted. But what happens when they realize they're losing it and there's nothing they can do to stop it?

[bilightningwhumper]

@ailesswhumptober 2024- Day 29

Torture Tuesday: Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”

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Summary:

Excerpt for "Royal Makeover" (Frog Prince retelling) Lorainne lays her claim on Wayland, permanently

Notes:

Characters: Wayland- Frog Prince Lorianne- Bad fairy/witch Warnings: branding, male whumpee and female whumper

Ao3 link

Word count: 261

Wayland PoV

Lorainne’s fingers running along his back made Wayland’s skin crawl. But she only laughed as he flinched.

“Why so scared, pet? It’s only me.” she taunted, dragging her nails into him now.

He just glared at her. Well, at her arm. It was hard to move his head from how she had restrained him to the metal table, spread out like a starfish. And she’d gagged him with a leather belt so he couldn’t bite her. Again.

“Now, hold still. This will hurt more if you struggle.”

And that was all the warning he got before something searing hot was pressed into his lower back.

Wayland screamed, blacking out.

Before he was woken up again by a bucket of ice water being dumped over his head. He almost fell off the table in shock when he registered just in time he wasn’t pinned down anymore. Shivering, he sat up, wrapping his arms around himself, just trying not to cry in front of her. Which was even harder to accomplish as Lorainne put a big warm towel around him.

“You did very good, Grof.” she crooned, kissing his forehead while latching the collar back around his neck. “Do you want to see?”

She didn’t wait for an answer before showing him her phone screen.

His skin crawled as he saw what was emblazoned in raw blistering red welts right above where his pant-line would rest.

Property of Lorainne Rosewood

Caressing his cheek, she gave him that possessive smile he’d come to despise. “Now everyone will know that you’re mine.” she said. “Forever.”

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[whomeidontknowthem]

okay but do you ever think about the inherit twisted intimacy of torture?

two people spending hours together, lost in the same process. fingers on your skin. the only voice you hear for days on end. the only presence you know. the closeness of having your skin be torn apart under their fingers. having another understand perfectly just how much pain you're in. having to rely on them to treat your wounds, being you water and food so you survive and heal. cry before them, break and have your every emotion on display. having them turn into your whole world.

do you get it?

and then -- the way the torturer can use it as another tool.

torture that leans into intimacy. hands stroking your hair as your warm blood pours out of you. soft whispers urging you to stay awake when the pain is overwhelming. strong arms holding you as you cry, those same arms holding you down as you thrush from agony. suddenly gentle fingers pulling your skin back together because you need to heal before you can take more. having your begging be answered with words of comfort that don't stop the torture. waking up to their gentle smile before the pain begins anew. hearing your name on their lips. taking all the comfort from someone who hurts you, because that's the only comfort you'd ever get.

or -- torture that is clinically, intentionally devoid of intimacy. no questions, no words spoken. the only touch you feel is that of the blade and the thick gloves. not being allowed to see their face. knowing no matter how much you beg not a single word of yours will be acknowledged. never being addressed until you forget that you're still a person. being trapped in a hell with not an ounce of comfort. isolation while still seeing someone daily.

or -- a torturer that combines the two. that goes from all the intimacy to none if you do something wrong or if their mood changes. they come in in gloves and you cry and beg to be acknowledged. constant anxiety from not knowing what kind of day it'd be. getting used to their hands closing your wounds before they're gone. breaking down and trying to do your best to fix whatever mistake you've made to have it back. getting used to no skin contact until they take off the gloves. flinching away from touch as if it burns only to immediately lean in. twisted gratitude when they hug you. always fearing losing what little comfort they give you.

you get it, right?

[cravesunconditionallove]

More oddly specific whump tropes I cannot get over

A boot on Whumpee’s back, or chest, pinning them down.

Kneeling or sitting on whumpee as they are sprawled on the ground. Bonus if you yank their arm back painfully, slowly bending it more and more until Whumpee can’t take it

Whumper(s) holding whumpee’s mouth open as they fight not to have a cloth gag shoved into their mouth.

Whumpee tied to a chair, unable to stop Whumper from grabbing their chin and forcing them to watch something awful

Whumpee having to be held down by several large guards/soldiers as something is done to them

[whump-in-the-closet]

royal whump scenario where a servant witnesses the heir to the throne makes a mistake in their training—they flinch away during sparring. They dare to raise a hand to protect their face.

The heir, without waiting for their trainer to speak, drops to their knees and pulls their shirt off over their head. Their bottom lip trembles. They don’t beg they don’t speak they merely bow their head with the full crushing knowledge that mistakes cannot be made. Their back is already scarred with winding lines that crisscross their skin. And their trainer lifts a short-handled whip, “I really thought you would have learned courage by now.”

The servant presses back into the corner, a hand clasped over their mouth, horror burning like a newborn flame. They make brief eye contact with the heir and see fear— raw and pleading. The heir‘s gaze darts away almost instantly, faster than a moth in flight, as the whip cracks down

[defire]

Domination/humiliation whump

"Look at him! Speak, whumpee." Whumpee glares. "...arf."

Whumpee forced to kneel at whumper's feet while he conducts business

Whumpee forced to dress in revealing clothes

"sit. Now open your mouth--ooopennn... Good whumpee."

"No flinching."

Whumpee forced to act as a slave while severely injured/sick and punished for every slipup

Whumpee watching as whumper's friends come in, thinking "great. He's going to put me through it tonight."

Whumpee struggling to keep a neutral face, as ordered, despite more and more pain as whumper continues to "test" them

Whumpee actually crying because they're genuinely trying to follow whumper's orders and it's not enough