#whumpee being sold

[yet-another-heathen]

On conditioned whumpees...

Y'know, I think one of the things that people get wrong with conditioned whumpees is their rules. Specifically, when a whumpee was in long term captivity/training and they later get released or escape.

Most people write them as latching onto a caretaker or new whumper, and begging for new rules so they know they're doing something right. A new set of laws to live by, a new framework to behave to.

And that's... not really how conditioning works.

Conditioning means automatic reactions. Your body doing something that was trained into you without consulting your brain first.

There is no decision making. There is no choice. The trigger hits, and you are immediately performing the correct action regardless of anything else.

You're told to kneel? Your knees have already hit the ground. You're supposed to be standing in one part of the house when a certain noise is made? You've launched into movement before you even realize what you heard.

These rules are woven into the fabric of your body. And they are insurmountable. The conditioning overrides emotion, internal conflict, hesitation, beliefs, wants... everything.

Your whumpee may very well hate what is being done to them, and after the moment has passed they're cursing themself and their whumper. They're still a person on the inside. And that person is still very much alive. Most of the time, they will have some level of awareness that what's being done to them is wrong. They'll be angry. They'll be hurt. And they will hate that there is nothing they can do about it.

But the next time that trigger occurs, the response still hits them exactly the same.

So now take your whumpee out of that situation. They ran away, were rescued, were sold. They got out. Now they're with new people, a new caretaker, a new whumper. Or they're on their own and trying to make their own way in the world.

But those conditioned responses are still there.

There's no turning them off. You don't just replace them with new rules. They are in your every fibre. They have been built into the very framework of who you are.

The next time someone says the word "kneel", your knees are on the ground again. No matter where you are, or who you're with. The response happens before you can stop it. If they don't know why, everyone looks at you like you're insane. And you feel like you are.

Deconditioning is an agonizing process that takes more effort than I can even begin to describe to someone who's never experienced it.

Every time they hit that trigger, that response will still be there. Over, and over, and over, and over.

Breaking those rules down takes YEARS. And it is a constant effort that the whumpee has to choose to undergo every single time. Progress is measured milimeter by milimeter. You're told to kneel, and you kneel. You're told to kneel, and your mind catches up with the fact that you already did it— but a little sooner than it did before. Then a split second sooner. Then as you're doing it. Then you feel the impulse just before your knees hit the ground. Then you have a split-second of resistance before you go down. On and on and on and on, inching toward progress despite the fact that you're fighting with all your might. And that progress is anything but linear.

You don't just start obeying new rules. You don't latch on to your caretaker's new way of doing things and drop everything that you were conditioned to do before. These rules don't just get replaced.

Conditioning is not a belief system. It's a flinch response. Programmed deeper than the instincts you were born with.

You can be ordered not to obey the old command, and moments later when the trigger comes, you will anyway. Because in conditioning, the action comes before the choice.

These rules, these laws of your existence, come above everything else. And if your new whumper wants to replace them, they are going to have to beat the new rules into you so often and so severely that the pain becomes stronger than the old conditioning. At which point, the newly desired response will very, very slowly start to take over.

You're not swapping out new rules. You're layering new, worse conditioning on top of the old. And your brain will spend time stuck in that split-second between both responses before one finally grows stronger than the other. And even then, the change will not happen quickly.

That is what your conditioned whumpee is up against. That is what makes it such a horrible—HORRIBLE— and powerful tool.

[acer-whumpstuff]

Whumper is a therapist, and uses the therapy sessions to weed out potential whumpees they can kidnap, train/condition, and sell to other whumpers.

The conditioning starts during the therapy sessions, helping that angry whumpee channel through violence so they can become a living weapon.

The patient who feels like they’re not enough starts being told to have hookups and buy sexier clothes so they can become someone’s bedroom partner.

That patient who’s chronically stressed and burnt out is the easiest to condition, and gets sold as a pet fairly quickly.

Does anyone notice how all these missing people have the same therapist?

Do the whumpees ask to go back to their therapist? Do they continue to see their patients after they’re sold to help keep them conditioned?

How much is Whumper charging their patients? How much to they charge the other whumpers?

@demetercabingreen-thumb

[paingoes]

fantasy whump ideas ive been bouncing around in my head

+ whumpee who is being sold out as a mercenary for someone more powerful. compelled to go on dangerous missions on behalf of someone else, then pay the majority or ALL of their reward to their handler. does their adventuring party know they don’t want to be there?

+ royal whumpee being sent with an knight to guard them, unaware that their real knight was stopped on the way to meet them and an imposter has taken their place

+ hostage whumpee being carried away on horseback, forced to sit bound on whumper’s lap while they ride

+ dungeon with open roof. whumpee can see outside and is exposed to all the elements, but can’t leave

+ nature spirit being held hostage by an adventuring party, forced to guide them and manipulate the terrain as they wish. the other spirits see them as a traitor for guiding the party into forbidden territory

+ chaotic fairy whumpers. they’re not trying to hurt you, they’re just messing around. they think you’re cute with antlers growing out of you :)

+ starving whumpee being offered fairy food

+ classic: tied up and left as a sacrifice to a god or monster

[lumpywhump]

thinking about a pet whumpee on sale, watching as people pass them by, watching some people peer at them with disgust in their eyes. Shame filling their chest. They didn't want to be sold, they didn't want to be a pet, but they couldn't help the feeling of being unwanted.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

💛 Comfort for Betrayal 💛

CW: mention of self-sacrifice

Maybe whumpee was sold out to the authorities/enemy by a friend. Maybe someone they trusted turned into a Whumper. Maybe someone cheated on them. Maybe someone literally stabbed them in the back. No matter the reason, they're skiddish now. How can they be comforted?

Caretaker is the only one who believes whumpee about what happened and sides with them.

Caretaker is absolutely feral with vengefulness against the person who betrayed whumpee. Can't even hear their name mentioned without seething.

Caretaker reassures whumpee that their faith in others is strength, not naivety. It's Whumper, not whumpee, who should have acted differently.

Caretaker shows up for whumpee persistently, not in any big way, just day after day, being at their side and helping them heal.

Caretaker is willing to deal with whumpee's suspicions. When whumpee accuses them of being untrustworthy "just like everyone else," Caretaker just listens calmly and acknowledges their fears.

Caretaker reassures whumpee anytime they ask about their loyalties.

Or, better yet, Caretaker says, "You know the answer to that. It hasn't changed."

Caretaker is willing to do things that others might find invasive, like letting whumpee look through their phone.

Or, better yet, Caretaker is not willing to do those things. They know whumpee won't trust them without proof, but that's okay. They don't expect trust in return for kindness.

Caretaker has the opportunity to betray. Whumpee completely panics - just when they started to get comfortable, it's all happening again! BUT, without knowing whumpee is watching, Caretaker still sides with them.

And finally...Caretaker risks or fully sacrifices their own life to save whumpee.

[defire]

Melee whump: bounty hunters, soldiers, assassins, living weapons...

(prisoner of war vibes)

Soldier whumpee is the best at their job because they can take so much punishment and still get up and finish the job, or at least escape

Regenerating whumpee who scouts out situations. Including things like minefields and "abandoned" areas where they might get blasted to pieces, but they'll live, so who cares?

Assassin whumpee gets captured by the enemy and then tortured until they agree to work for them

A neutral bounty hunter who is employed for their intelligence. Except then they get captured and forced to work for a rival group, and the first group that hired them thinks they sold out. Cue big beef.

Falling on the battlefield and surrounded by enemies. Shaking with panic as they try to play dead--the terror of being crushed underfoot by armored horses or run through to finish them off.

Whumpee getting lost and accidentally wandering across lines into enemy territory. Enemy assumes they're a spy.

Bonus if after interrogating them and failing to get evidence, they make whumpee work for them since he's clearly great at holding his tongue.

Living weapon chased by a whumper that's their ally/commanding officer and running to the enemy instead because THEY'RE LESS SCARY (i did this in Ghost of Seattle and it was so fun)

Whumpee, completely uninvolved and innocent, is related to an important gang member or military officer. The enemy captures and tortures them to hurt their relative.

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Nonhuman (mostly) whumpee and pretty privileges !

I can't get the idea out of my mind so have this list born from my fever riddled mind:

In rescue centers, cute reef mers being privileged and better treated than deep-sea mers or uglier mers (absolutely unrelated to my current story)

A nonhuman pet whumpee being abandoned in a shelter, knowing that nobody will ever adopt them because they're scarred and/or old, not pretty enough

On the same vibe, nonhuman pet whumpee being even more careful and clingy because they're getting old for their species, losing weight, fur/hair/whatever, and their master only want cute and beautiful pets

At an auction, Whumpee being sold at a very low starting price because they're not pretty enough to be sold to the rich customers (and therefore at the mercy of being bought by any psychopath)

Whumper only taking care of the prettiest pets, lovingly grooming their wings/fur/you know the drill while the others have to do it themselves, dreaming of being treated with so much love and care

Mer whumpee being caught into a net and hurt by humans before eventually being released, causing them to be covered in scars and be rejected by the others because they're too different

Not-seductive-enough vampire struggling to attract humans to feed on

Nonhumans whumpees on display, some of them being praised and fed by the public while the others are mocked and taunted

[lindsay00000008]

More quiet whump :)

Inspired by this post by @defire

[CW: general abuse, whump in public, hiding abuse and injuries]

Keeping Whumpee in line.

Whumper doesn’t need to deal threats when they can simply deal consequences.

Shock collars are far too gaudy for a night out, not to mention conspicuous. Whumpee wears thick bands around their wrists instead, hidden beneath their sleeves, making their hands clench and shake whenever they’re activated.

The sharp pinch of a guiding hand on the sensitive skin of Whumpee’s ribs. A “friendly” hand on Whumpee’s shoulder, grinding collar bones and fraying nerves. The quick step of a heavy boot on the toe of a cloth shoe. Whumper leaves bruises where no one else will see.

Whumper with a painful magic touch. What looks like a gentle caress can come with the bite of thorns. It’s starting to hurt whether or not the magic is used. God forbid Whumpee flinches in front of Whumper’s friends, or their enemies…

A more severe punishment is sometimes required. But no need to be dramatic or cause a scene, just find a quiet place to get Whumpee back on track…

Whumpee is backhanded, the blow startling them to fall to their knees. Whumper’s expression never even changes. They just continue walking, expecting - demanding - Whumpee to keep up.

Whumpee has their knee kicked out from behind, making them drop, and their hair is gathered and pulled in an unrelenting grip. They gasp as their head is pulled back, their airways straining. Then, as quickly as it started, they’re released with a shove.

Whumper pulls Whumpee into a dark corner and wraps their hand around Whumpee’s throat. It’s jarring, yet the action itself is slow, tempered; every twitch of muscle fiber spelling out Whumper’s intention. Whumpee tries to apologize, but their breath emerges limp from the crushed airway. Just when their eyes burn and flash with dots and darkness - like a thousand cigarette stubbings - Whumper let’s go. They stare at Whumpee then, watching the heaving lungs and the shuffling, unsteady feet. Then - maybe the flash of a pleased smirk, too quick to tell - they turn away.

Actions speak louder than words, even in Whumper’s personal domain.

When Whumpee says anything other than what Whumper wants to hear, their head is forced under cold water. They’re sputtering and gasping for breath before the next shove, and Whumper gives them no hints as to how to end the torture. They can only guess wrong, and drown again.

Whumper likes the way their whumpee responds to the snap of their fingers. The sound, after alerting Whumpee to a mistake, used to be immediately followed by pain. A fist to the side of the head, a dose of magic poisoning the blood, an ear-splitting scream transposed into their thoughts. Now it’s followed by silence. Of course Whumpee still flinches, still cowers, still tries to right the wrongs. They know about the mental tally Whumper keeps. How Whumper likes the efficiency of this new tactic — how Whumper also likes that if they hold off on the impulse to punish Whumpee in the moment, they’ll have plenty of time to think of something better. Something a lot more fun.

Was gonna make this an even three but I’m tired lmao

Bonus

Whumpee is restrained and muzzled. They’re being spoken about, but not to, and they feel like an observer in their own torment. Are they being sold? Examined? Evaluated? Mocked? Even cooed or awed over, they’ll feel the shame of their silence and inability to participate. They can only glare… that is, if they can get away with it.

[lovelizards]

Lizard's Whump Blog Masterlist

I am an adult lizard, and I write stories and draw things. 

Please call me Lizard, I use she/her pronouns, and I have a lot of anxieties. 

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Waiting For You

This story is about Iska, an angry and abrasive young mage who is captured, tortured, and experimented on - and Meres, the weak-willed right-hand man of the whumper - who must work together to escape their situations, and search for freedom and happiness together.

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A Long Way Home

This story focuses on Opal, a gentle dwarf woman, who is kidnapped to be sold on the non-human market, and her struggles and suffering as she desperately tries to return home.

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Gone Rogue

This story is about Whynne, who gets caught and separated from her adventuring party, and then used as bait to lure them all to their doom and captivity, serving under an evil deity-like being.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains noncon and nsfwhump themes

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Learn to Love Again

This story is about Athena, a winged woman who was held captive in a tower for most of her existence, and Locke, the butch lesbian who rescued her, travelling together and learning how to live and love.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains graphic noncon and nsfwhump themes

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Forlorn as the Flowers

This story focuses on Lady Iris, a young noblewoman and daughter of a baron and Mabel, her closest friend, the daughter of a knight. Iris' father is in heavy debt to the son of the ruling lord, and he makes both of their lives hell while they just try to survive. 

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Witch Breaker

This story is set in the early 1600s witch trials, and uses era-accurate dialogue (lots of thee's and thou's). It is a brutal tale of Abigail, who is accused of being a witch, and her trials as she suffers at the hands of someone called 'The Witch Breaker'.

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Blood Pearls

This story is about a young non-human whose only name is '2A' - her designation at the prison for her kind called The Bed - and her desperate attempts at escaping to freedom. She is a Nacre, a descendant of mermaids and sirens who can create pearls inside of her body, and she will stop at nothing to be free.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains noncon and nsfwhump themes

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[echo-goes-mmm]

I love when Whumpers inspect their Whumpees

Grabbing their chin, tilting their head back and forth

Circling Whumpee like a predator stalking prey

Forcing them to strip so Whumper can see every inch

Running their hand along Whumpee's skin, up their spine, splaying their fingers over Whumpee's ribs

Whumpee doesn't know what they're looking for, if they're searching for anything at all

Maybe Whumper just wants to see Whumpee vulnerable, amusing themselves with the fear in Whumpee's eyes

Maybe Whumper really is searching for a flaw, ready to punish Whumpee after, but refusing to say what they did wrong

Maybe there's nothing wrong, they just want to pretend there is. Keep Whumpee on their toes. Sometimes they'll "pass" and sometimes they won't

Maybe Whumpee is being sold and doesn't know it. Whumper is inspecting their goods, calculating the price, what to offer, what to bid, etc

I love when Whumpers inspect their Whumpees

[whumpandothercomfort]

I love the pet whump

Any ideas for someone who was publicly a pet of rich/famous whumper

There's a couple different possible setups... love imagining the logistics of a world with casual, accepted human/android/anthro/etc pets. Are celebrities bringing them leashed on the runway like purse dogs? Are they included in "no pet" signs outside establishments?

My first thought for this ask was Whumpee as the pet of a popular Youtuber/livestreamer. Like. Take every horrible thing that's ever proliferated from prank channels and "funny animal" channels.

Pranking my pet GONE WRONG!! (Pet becomes genuinely terrified and has a panic attack on camera)

Pet's been acting out.... Twitch chat gets to vote on how I punish them! On camera! 💕

Twitch chat votes to be nice to pet. Whumper makes them say thank you to the camera.

Whumper takes brand sponsorships from companies that make "training" (torture) tools for pets.

But they also make rewards like treats and nice pillows! So it's fine!

Humiliating videos of pet learning a new skill or trick. It's very cute and endearing how gently they're being condescended to.

A couple other Youtubers raise concerns that Whumper is mistreating pet; Whumper responds with videos of pet curled up asleep in their lap like, "Would a bad owner do THIS??"

Pet is eventually rescued by or sold to a rights advocacy group, but lives in constant fear of being recognized.

Pet has a really, really hard time believing in kindness for the sake of kindness. Whenever Caretaker is gentle with them, they start automatically looking around for a camera or a hidden trap.

[a-living-canvas]

Buttercup

"You sell…cookies?" 

Whumpee nodded. A genuine smile plastered on their face. Their arms carried a basket full of packages of cookies. Whumper pondered for a moment. They were not too fond of sweets, especially cookies. But, seeing the innocent look on Whumpee's face made their heart slightly tingly.

Whumper looked around the neighbourhood, making sure nobody saw their interaction before turning their attention back to Whumpee.

"Won't you come inside? We can discuss more about your sweet little cookies." Whumper's lips curled up slightly, eyes wandering all over Whumpee.

Whumpee hesitated, they suddenly felt uneasy by the request. "Um, I'm not really supposed to enter the customer's house." They explained, fingers gripping tightly on the basket holder. Whumper looked over at the packages inside the basket, noting not even half of the cookies had been sold yet. 

"How unfortunate, I might change my mind once we are inside. I might even buy all of your cookies, you know?"

Whumpee eyes widen in shock and excitement. Whumper chuckled at the sight, they were so desperate to get customers, huh?

"So, what do you say?" They raised an eyebrow at Whumpee. Whumpee thought for a few seconds before they nodded their head. Whumper grinned, they led Whumpee to the living room as they locked the door shut.

Whumpee sat on the couch. The basket on their hands now on the coffee table. They looked a little nervous, but it's okay, because Whumper liked the sight of their prey being nervous and scared. They took a seat across from Whumpee, waiting for them to talk.

Whumpee fidgeted with their fingers before explaining, "Um, so…I only sell two flavours here. Chocolate chip cookies with almond cream on it and Strawberry—"

"What is your name?" Whumper suddenly asked, interrupting Whumpee's train of thoughts. Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times.

"...what?"

"Your name, little one. What is it?" Whumper leaned back on the couch before crossing their legs. Whumpee felt intimidated by their cold gaze.

"My name is…Whumpee." 

Whumper hummed. "Are you sure you want to keep selling cookies for the rest of your life? It's not really worth it, you know?"

Whumpee got speechless for a moment at the sudden question. They have never been asked before, especially by their customers.

"I'm only helping my mom…" Whumpee said, not wanting to share any more information. Whumper watched them intently, they chuckled when Whumpee kept evading their gaze. 

"Aww, how kind. Helping your mommy, hm?" 

Whumper extended their hand to the basket, taking one of the packages inside. "Do you mind?" Whumper asked as they took one of the cookies and brought them to their lips. 

"Go ahead." Whumpee said. They watched as Whumper bit the cookie with their teeth while maintaining eye contact with them. Their eyes flickered for a second on Whumper's lips, as they licked off the crumbs so so slowly for Whumpee to watch.

"It's…delicious." Whumper commented, licking each of their fingers to clean it. Whumpee sighed in relief. 

"So, do you wanna buy it?" 

"Hm? Oh, no no no…the cookie is delicious, yes. But, that's not what I want." Whumper chuckled.

Whumpee shifted slightly in their seat, confused. "Then…what is it that you want?"

Whumper smiled at the question before they stood up and walked across the table to Whumpee. They leaned their body to them before whispering right into Whumpee's ear.

"You."

"...M-me?"

Whumper chuckled, "Yes, you. I want you, darling."

They wrapped their hands gently around Whumpee's as they looked straight into their eyes. Admiring those confused, vulnerable gaze. It was cute. 

"Would you let me…?" Whumper asked softly. Fingers trailing up until they reached Whumpee's neck, thumb brushing the side of their neck delicately. A smirk plastered on their face as they caught Whumpee's flushed face, what a delightful sight indeed.

"You are blushing, sweetheart…am I making you flustered?" 

Whumper asked. They chuckled softly as Whumpee remained silent. "I know how to make you blush even more." 

Whumper tightened their grasp around Whumpee's neck. Whumpee yelp at the sudden pressure, they grabbed Whumper's wrist as they were struggling to breathe. Their face turning to a darker shade of red, almost like the content inside their head were trying to burst through their skull.

"S…stop.." 

"Shh…just feel it, darling."

Whumper pushed their thumb against Whumpee's throat, resulting a gorgeous sound of pain escaping from their little friend. They leaned closer to Whumpee's ear, whispering with a malicious tone dripping on it,

"I bet you'll look so pretty tied up, with bruises and scars all over your body. I wonder what kind of sounds you will make when I carve your skin, when I make you mine…"

Whumper grinned sadistically at Whumpee's pitiful whimpers.

"Would you…like that?

Whumpee shook their head many times, tears streaming down their face from fear. "N-no! Please…please! Let me go!"

Whumper hummed, "Hmm…someone's eager to be mine." They said as they dragged Whumpee from their collar to the basement. Whumpee's thrashing and struggling in futile behind them.

"No! Please! Please!"

Whumper closed their eyes, smiling softly. "God, I love that sound."

They opened the door to the basement and threw Whumpee inside before they locked the door. Whumpee's crying and screaming were muffled as they were banging the door desperately. The basement was dark and cold, they couldn't even fathom how someone could live in here. 

Whumper made their way upstairs again before they sat on the couch. They beamed up at the sight of Whumpee's cookies in the basket. They took one of the packages, opened it, and put the cookie inside their mouth one by one in glee. Their evening was filled with the sweet cookies and adorable little sounds of Whumpee's misery from the basement.

~

Part 2

[ashdoeswhump]

Tws: noncon body mod, body horror, amputation, hospital setting

Whumpee with the ability to fully regrow any body part, and to adapt to any environment.

They're kept in a locked room in the hospital, a machine constantly drawing blood and spinal fluids to have on hand - when transfused into a patient, the blood perfectly changes to match their type so there's no resistance from the body.

When a new limb or organ is needed, the hospital staff take it from whumpee. Sure, being with their heart or a lung or even part of of their brain for a few hours will kill them, but they'll regrow it and be fine again afterwards.

Do they give whumpee pain medication or anaesthesia for every amputation, or does the mindset of "they'll regrow it, it doesn't matter" extend to "the pain will wear off, it doesn't matter"?

How did whumpee end up here? Were they sold out abandoned by their parents? Did they discover this ability themselves and decide they wanted to make a difference?

Are they even aware of what's going on? Or are they drugged into compliance, barely even aware of their own name?

Are the hospital staff aware of their presence and the state they're kept in, or is it just one whumper who harvests from whumpee and the rest live in willful ignorance?

So many delicious possibilities.

[whumplump]

Auction

CW: dehumanisation, bidding for a whumpee

The lights on the big stage came on and revealed the magnitude of the scene to everyone who attended the event. Rich men and women enjoyed their glasses of wine at the tables in the main hall. They fell silent to hear the auctioneer speak.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is an immense pleasure to welcome you here tonight!”

He signaled to his two companions, who headed towards the back of the stage.

“Tonight, I have a special offer for you, my dearings.”

The two men returned, dragging a medium-sized cage on wheels. The auctioneer walked over to it and removed the sheet covering it, revealing a wounded and cornered figure. The poor thing in the cage looked like a trapped animal, moving their eyes across the scene, passing each of the expressionless faces in the audience.

“Here we have a magnificent specimen. Young, healthy, except for these bruises which, by the way, I apologize for my team for causing them”, the auctioneer continued and the audience laughed.

He fit his arms through a recess in the cage and grabbed Whumpee by the back of their neck. He brought them closer for the audience to see, one hand firmly holding them in place, and the other gesturing to explain.

“Look, smooth, hydrated skin. See how the skin sits comfortably over the bones. It's well fed, you can see. Healthy eyes.” He held Whumpee's jaw with his other hand and forced them to open their mouth. “Perfect teeth. Also, I must inform you, it can read and write.”

Several people in the audience began to murmur among themselves, admiring the presentation of the species for sale. An individual raised his hand, but was interrupted by the auctioneer's explosive shout.

“So, let's get started! Who gives the most for it?!”

The audience started to make their bids. Rarely, the price would stand still and the auctioneer would threaten to end the bid, but before that happened, another guest would offer a higher price. Whumpee was released by the auctioneer and went to cower in the corner of the cell. They were shaking, more from the shock than from fear. Thousands of dollars were being offered in exchange for them, as if they were an artifact, a jewel. But Whumpee knew that, in the eyes of those people, they were worth less than that; a slave.

The competition between two specific guests was fierce. At one of the tables, Caretaker feared for the fate of the poor thing selling if they fell into the hands of a rich person with ill intentions, as were most of the people there. Whenever they bet an absurd amount, Whumper came up with an even higher one.

Caretaker squirmed in their seat and ate their own nails, such was their distress. They should be like Whumper, fight for that property. What would be the point of trying to stage a protest? Specimens like the one in the cage were sold at similar auctions every week. What was so interesting about agreeing with, or even trying to reprimand, these rich, sick people?

Whumper stood up from his chair and offered sixty thousand. Caretaker imitated the move and offered ten thousand more. Some other guests in the hall had the courage to increase their bids, but nothing more than a few tens of thousands, rising little by little.

Whumper decreed: 120 thousand.

The auctioneer tapped his shoes on the floor rhythmically. The final move made him jump with excitement.

“120 thousand! Going once…”

Caretaker looked wide-eyed at Whumper, who remained standing, certain of victory. They couldn't raise the bid. It was money they didn't have. If it was worth saving that poor thing in the cage, would it be worth lying and getting into debt?

“Going twice…”

Whumpee stood in the corner of the cell and approached the bars to look into the hall, full of rich snobs. Most were bored now that the bids were impossible to beat. Two guests, standing, one of them, looking at them with a kind of compassion, the other, with malice and possession.

“Sold!”

The room erupted in applause. Whumper smiled to himself and took a big sip from his wine glass in celebration. The auctioneer gave new signals to his companions, who were ready to take Whumpee's cell back to the back of the stage.

Caretaker did not applaud, and sat down defeated.

[mj-iza-writer]

Requested by @daffyduckcommittedtaxfraud with inspiration by @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 . A current post they made about lab Whumpee being sold by Whumper after being told they were getting killed by Whumper. -MJ

"I've decided to grant you your request", Whumper started to talk before they even stood in front of Whumpee's cage, "you are taking up too much room. Room I need for a newer, better experiment. Enjoy your next few hours, they will be your last."

Whumpee stared wide-eyed at them until Whumper walked away... chuckling with amusement.

"This will be... okay. I-I asked for this, yes... so why am I scared at the thought of dying", Whumpee whispered to themself.

Whumpee brought their knees to their chest and buried their face.

They wept until a few guards came to grab them.

"May I... may I take my teddy?", Whumpee whispered as the guards opened their cage.

"That's fine", they stated gruffly.

Whumpee led the way to the lab. They tried to hide the fact that they were shaking. Their legs felt like jello. They felt the guard would have to carry them in a few minutes because of how weak they felt.

The lab door opened.

Whumpee gulped as it all came to them... this was their last time doing this. They relived every experiment they survived.

"Are you ready to be put to sleep? My little lab rat", Whumper smirked, "you've done your job well, but it is time."

Whumpee gulped, but nodded.

"May I have one more treat before you kill me?", Whumpee felt the guard bump against them to make them move forward.

"I suppose that could be arranged", Whumper nodded.

Whumpee was strapped down to the table before Whumper stuffed a treat into their mouth.

"Alright just a few more things to prepare and we will get started", Whumper walked away.

Whumpee strained to watch everyone while they chewed on the candy treat.

"Quite nosy little rat", a scientist studied them, "curious on how you'll die?"

"Sorry, I uhm. Was just nervous", Whumpee admitted.

"Alright we are ready to go", Whumper carries a syringe with a long needle to Whumpee and shows them.

"This will end everything", Whumper almost sings happily, "are you ready?"

Whumpee whimpers a little but nods.

"Aww so brave", Whumper grins.

Whumper pulls Whumpee's sleeve up, accidentally bumping Whumpee's teddy and knocking it to the floor.

"TEDDY", Whumpee yells as the needle enters their arm and empties under their skin.

Whumpee's eyes instantly begin to flutter open and close. In their blurred vision, they see their stuffy dance in front of their face before it rest on their chest.

Whumper watches for a few minutes until they are certain Whumpee is asleep.

"Prepare them. Their buyer will be here in an hour for them", Whumper wipes some hair from Whumpee's eyes, "I'm gonna miss my little rat, but I've finished with them. They deserve to have a nice retirement."

"That was evil to make them think they were dying though", another scientist commented.

"I had to get one more out of them", Whumper frowned, "trust me what I just did is about the best thing I could do for them. Carewhumper will give them a good life. Better than what I would give them for their retirement."

Whumpee knew they were unconscious... it was a weird feeling to them. As though they were floating in darkness, not really existing anywhere, but still alive.

"I-I'm alive?", Whumpee came to the realization, "I-I wonder what they're doing to me right now. A mean prank, but I suppose I shouldn't expect anything else from them. I hope they don't alter me to much."

Whumpee started to feel themself being pulled to wakefulness.

Whumpee blinked tiredly a few times as they became conscious.

"Oh are we coming to?", someone gently petted Whumpee's face.

"Mmm" Whumpee moaned.

"Come on dear", the person's voice coaxed, "I'm ready to meet you."

Whumpee finally squinted their eyes open, but quickly closed them.

"Oh, to bright", the voice chuckled.

Whumpee could tell the light was dimmed. They opened their eyes to watch someone sit down beside them.

"Wh-who are you?", Whumpee whispered.

"My name is Carewhumper. I'm your new master dear", they smirked.

"New master?", Whumpee was visibly uncomfortable, "but doc said they were killing me... I thought I was dying."

"Yes they had mentioned that. They wanted to poke a little fun at you before I received you. I purchased you from Whumper. They said they were retiring you from being a lab rat, and I offered to purchase you."

Whumpee listened quietly... they tried to understand what was being said, but everything felt fuzzy.

"I can see you are still confused, and it may be that strong drug you were given. Let's go over a little more of this information when you feel better. Just know that I own you now, and that's that."

Whumpee nodded.... knowing they had no idea who this person was and what they were capable of. Also knowing they had no way out.. this was their life now.

"How about you lay down and take a nap. We'll have dinner ready in a little while. Maybe by then you'll be thinking a little clearer", Carewhumper stood.

Whumpee looked over themself as the sheets were pulled up to cover them.

"Wait am I...how did I get cleaned?", Whumpee marveled. Whumper really didn't care how dirty Whumpee was. Whumpee was often given a damp towel after experiments to wipe off with. They hadn't had a bath in a while.

"I went ahead and bathed you while you were unconscious. You were quite filthy, and I didn't want to dirty your bed. I really didn't plan on you coming to me with so much filth. I would have better planned had I known", Carewhumper sighed, "I didn't take advantage of you. So don't concern yourself over that. I just needed to get the lab and experiment remnants off of you."

Whumpee studied how clean they were.

"I haven't had a bath in so long", Whumpee whispered.

"You can have as many baths as you like", Carewhumper smiled, "you will be my pampered pet, I'm sure you'll enjoy your new life. So long as you follow my rules."

Whumpee nodded then yawned.

Carewhumper chuckled, "as I said we will go over that stuff when you seem more awake. I'm glad you seem to accept your new position as a pet."

Whumpee nodded again, "I understand my place in this world. I am whatever my master asks of me. That's what doc trained me to be. You own me now so I will try my best."

"Excellent... that's all I need you to do", Carewhumper finished covering Whumpee up, "get some rest. I'll let you know when dinner is ready."

Whumpee settled for a few moments before jumping up.

"Teddy", they scrambled to search for the toy.

"Oh hey, okay okay.. settle down", Carewhumper held onto them gently.

Whumpee started to panic. They took quick shallow breaths.

"Teddy?", Whumpee squeaked.

"I believe you are asking about the stuffed animal, yes?", Carewhumper gently rubbed Whumpee's shoulder.

Whumpee quickly nodded.

"Whumper told me the importance of that item, but it was in a worser state than you wer...."

"You didn't throw them away?", Whumpee cut Carewhumper off, "please I-I need them."

"No no, but I did hand it to a maid for cleaning", Carewhumper smiled comfortingly, "they know the importance of the item and will return it as soon as its ready."

Whumpee tried to hide a quivering lip.

"It's alright, I will return them to you when they are nice and clean", Carewhumper repeated before standing up, "you may rest now, but I suppose you would like to look around your room. This entire space is for you. I'm sure you'll enjoy the extra room. Definitely more than your cage you lived in for so long. You can decide. I'll retrieve you for dinner."

Whumpee watched them leave the room and heard a lock clicking.

"So just a bigger sized cage, I suppose", Whumpee sighed, "we'll at least I can stand, and this bed is comfy."

Whumpee looked around again before getting up and looking around. There were too many new things to see.

"Ooh this is cool", Whumpee walked over to the window where a lounging seat was placed.

They carefully climbed up onto the furniture and looked out the window.

Whumpee almost laughed when they saw bars on the other side of the window.

"I can't even say how many levels I'm up... How would I even get down?", Whumpee looked at the window a little closer, "oh it opens."

Whumpee opened one of the latches without even thinking... they just wanted some air.

They fell to the floor when an alarm went off.

"Oh no", Whumpee looked up from the floor.

Moments later, guards rushed in, followed by Carewhumper.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I-I just wanted air", Whumpee covered their face in preparation for punishment.

Carewhumper knelt beside them while the guards secured the window.

"It's okay, you didn't know any better yet", Carewhumper patted their shoulder.

The guards turned to Carewhumper.

"What should we do to them?", one of them frowned at Whumpee.

"We are not doing anything to them. They don't know the rules... they probably just got excited to see the outside world. Can we actually take the alarms off this window for them... I'm sure some fresh air will feel good for them", Carewhumper smiled at Whumpee, "I was just coming to return this when I saw the guards unlocking the door. I was concerned."

Whumpee's eyes lit up when they saw Teddy.

"Thankyou", they squealed and took it excitedly, then hugged it close.

"We won't be able to take the alarms off of one. They either have to all come off, or stay on", one of the guards looked up from their phone, "the only other option is for them to get a hold of us to take off the alarms for them to open the windows. Which might be hard for them when they are under lockdown."

"I-I won't run away", Whumpee looked up at Carewhumper, "I'm a very good Whumpee, I promise."

Carewhumper smiled and cupped Whumpee's face lovingly.

"Okay well let's try it. Take the alarms off then", Carewhumper gently rubbed their thumb along Whumpee's cheek, "are you okay, it looks like you fell."

"I got scared and fell from the seat", Whumpee leaned into the touch, "I'm....hmm sorr..y."

Carewhumper chuckled, "I have a strong belief that you are severely touch starved. After dinner we can cuddle to fix that. Are you okay though?"

Whumpee zoned out and closed their eyes.

Carewhumper feared Whumpee may start drooling if this continued.

"My dear... are you going to sleep? My hand is not a pillow you know", Carewhumper chuckled again.

Whumpee looked up with puppy eyes, "sorry", Whumpee whispered, "it feels good", Whumpee cuddled their Teddy even closer, "Doc would never uh, pet me like that."

Carewhumper sighed, "I'm sure they didn't. Well let's go for dinner. It will give the guards time to figure out these alarms and reset the system."

"I'm sorry again. I didn't mean to cause any problems", Whumpee watched the guards walk past.

"It's alright", Carewhumper stood and helped Whumpee up, "no harm done. Accidents happen, especially when you don't know the rules."

Dinner was finished.

Now Carewhumper was sitting on a couch and watching Whumpee look around the room.

"So do you have any questions about the rules we went over during dinner?", Carewhumper leaned back.

"No Master, everything makes sense", Whumpee looked at them, "your rules are simpler to follow and your punishments are more lenient than what Doc had. I'm glad I won't be injected with any more unknown drugs if I don't chew my food twenty times before swallowing."

"Yes that one is a strange rule and punishment", Carewhumper agreed.

"Doc just wanted a reason to put more things in me to see what would happen. Plus the better I chewed the better my stool samples were", Whumpee looked down, "I'm thankful to be here."

"I'm glad to hear that", Carewhumper smiled, "so does my pet wish to cuddle?"

"Yes Master", Whumpee nodded as they walked over to Carewhumper, "please."

It wasn't long that Whumpee's face was cupped into one of Carewhumper's hands and they were almost asleep.

Carewhumper readjusted and helped Whumpee lay their head on Carewhumper's lap.

Whumpee happily let Carewhumper massage their scalp.

Whumpee nodded off a little after.

"Such a sweet little dear... and worth every dollar that I spent on you", Carewhumper smiled at the quiet snores their new pet made, "you will enjoy it here my dear. I promise."

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[cookies-and-coffee]

whump thought:

Being chained upside down! Suspended from the ceiling!

— a stress position (obviously)

— the flow of blood straight down to the head? Whumpee going in and out of consciousness because their body just shuts down due to the lack of circulation?

— Whumpee getting punished every time they pass out, and they have to stay conscious for a certain amount of time before they are allowed to be let down

— this position would make the Whumpee so fucking vulnerable, spread out and open to any wandering hands

— currently imagining that the chains around the ankles are too tight… long streaks of blood dripping down the calves, thighs, torso, chest, maybe even into the eyes?

— crimson staining the floor, and the black spots in Whumpee’s eyes prevent them from even seeing it

— the suspension could be for a multitude of reasons: Torture and/or interrogation??? Auctioning to be sold?? A sick form of art display? Punishment for disobedience? Simple entertainment??

— just imagine Whumpee swinging around, crying out for help to the people pushing and shoving their body like a funny chandelier that bleeds and begs

— a literal human punching bag

— also, if a person hangs too long upside down, they could literally die??