Okay But What About Total Sensory Deprivation And Full-body Restraint As A Torture Method, With Physical

Okay but what about total sensory deprivation and full-body restraint as a torture method, with physical contact (even physical and verbal affection) as incentive for obedience? Because whumper has found that positive and negative reinforcement are needed to get the results they want in whumpee (not to mention torture without permanent markings makes it easier for whumper to show whumpee off, as well as manipulating them with the "it could be worse" excuse).

(tw: sensory deprivation, body pain, conditioning, brainwashing, restraints)

Whumpee had messed up.

One little off hand comment and they were strung up to the ceiling, gag in their mouth, headphones taped over their ears, blindfold over their eyes. The only thing they could feel was the consistent aching of their bones and the rough ropes around their wrists and ankles.

They thought themselves disgusting for even thinking it, but they wanted Whumper. Needed them to come in, pet them, hold them, tell them that they were good. They couldn’t take it anymore.

They didn’t hear the door opening but they sobbed in relief when they felt the ropes loosening. When they finally collided with the floor, their body twitched with aches and cramps.

They felt the harshness of the tape being peeled off of their face, the headphones leaving them. Their eyes squinted to the sight of light when the blindfold was finally taken away.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Whumper finally asked, Whumpee happier than ever to hear another voice. Whumpee cried and nodded desperately, trying to breathe through the aftershocks of pain.

Whumper wordlessly scooped Whumpee up and embraced them in their arms, grinning when Whumpee returned it and wrapped their aching limbs around Whumper.

Little did Whumpee know, this was the biggest step in breaking them.

vampire whump drabble

vamp!whumpee, sadistic whumper, starvation, begging, psychological torture (?)

Whumpee was starving.

They squirmed against the chains that dug into their wrists and neck. They were so hungry. Whumper had given them just bread and water for what felt like an eternity. food that would barely add an ounce of nutrition to a vampire's diet.

"Can I have blood? Please?" Whumpee whispered finally, their voice weak with malnutrition.

"Hm. Mine?" Whumper asked, dropping the bread roll haphazardly. "Maybe. Dunno."

"Please? I'm so fucking hungry. I need it, i have to have it." They felt themself slump against the chains.

"Aww, that's adorable." Whumper's smile was a lie. It was sickeningly sweet like poisoned honey. "Beg for me some more, and I'll think about it."

"Can I have some blood? Ill be good for you, i swear." They raised their head as whumper began to pet them, putting on a false smile. "Please?"

"Meh, no." Whumper decided, slamming the back of their head against the cement wall. "Cute, but not convincing enough."

Whumpee whimpered, shaking their head. "No, please. Please let me feed. Im gonna starve to death!"

Whumper shrugged, rubbing the sore spot on whumpee's head.

"Please, please, just one taste! just a drop! ill do anything, please!" Whumpee finally broke down, tears spilling down their cheeks.

"Oh? In that case, your wish is granted, dear."

Hope sparked in their chest for a moment and they sat up eagerly.

Whumper came forward and pried whumpee's mouth open forcefully. They shoved their thumb against whumpee's left fang until their skin broke.

There was a second of pure excitement when whumpee tasted the blood. Their whole body lit up with eagerness, every muscle tensing slightly.

And just as soon as the moment came, it was gone.

Whumpee whined and tugged against the chains desperately as whumper pulled their hand away.

"Huh," they said in crestfallen shock. "But- but-!"

"You asked for one drop, silly. I gave you precisely what you asked for." Whumper examined their bleeding finger for a second.

Whumper only replied with an amused laugh. They squeezed their thumb, a large red drop welling up and falling in slow motion to the floor.

"No! No, I didn't mean it- I need more!"

Whumpee's eyes tracked the drop as it splatted and absorbed into the rough concrete.

"No!" They cried, lurching forward and pulling muscles in both of their arms. They were so close to the little red splat, they could smell it.

Whumpee's eager sniffing hadn't escaped whumper. "Does that smell good, dear?" Their grin grew wider.

"Yes, yes, it do-" they stopped themself, pushing against the wall as whumper approached them. "Fuck, nono-"

Whumper smeared blood on whumpee's nose, directly under their nostrils. "There, much better! Bye, dear, I love you!" They kissed whumpee's cheek and turned away, heading for the stairs out of the basement.

"No, you can't leave me like this!"

The basement door slammed shut, leaving whumpee writhing in distress.

Starving.

i am back and will be working on whump again! :)

had some writer's block but im over it <3

Trope Talks: Forced Affection

Tw: intimate whumpers

Whumpers who force their whumpees to play along with their convoluted games of obsessive love. Whumpees who hate that they find it easier to act like they love their whumpers.

Whumpees who who kiss back. Whumpees who lean into whumper’s hand when their hair is stroked. Whumpees who return an embrace from their whumper because they’d rather have twisted comfort than none at all. Whumpees who picture their lover touching them instead of whumper, because otherwise the unwanted intimacy is unbearable.

Maybe they hate it, maybe they shove down the urge to fight every time they’re touched. Every time whumper whispers another sweet, possessive thing in their ear. It’s better than being hurt, so they force themself to endure. Maybe one day they do fight, and they’re punished so horribly for their defiance that they go back to silently upholding the facade of love. Or maybe they decide that the pain is better than the sickly sweet imitation of kindness. They‘ll take a dozen lashes, a hundred cuts, before they’ll accept whumper’s touches without fight.

Maybe whumpee can’t help but enjoy it. Whumper is despicable and they know it, but when they’re picked up bridal style and held to whumper’s chest, they’re too touch starved to care. They melt into every touch, silently pleading for affection because they’re so desperate to be loved that they can’t be bothered to be picky. Whumper’s twisted praise is a relief to them, they want to please whumper if it means being loved. They’ll be hurt either way, at least this way they can be comforted after the fact— even if by the same person who did the damage.

Better off Robbed

Ch 2: Welcome to WRU!

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

kinapping, BBU, drugging, human trafficking, institutionalized slavery

Felix was in a crate. From what he could see, he was caged in by solid walls of dingy white plastic. Light shone from somewhere behind him, glowing dimly on his nude body.

He had woken up slowly, and for a while, he couldn't move. After at least ten minutes, he regained control of his limbs and was able to push himself forward to look behind him.

A metal mesh of bars caged him in the crate. He strained forward to peer through.

His heart sunk to the bottom of his chest.

There were more crates opposite him, and he assumed all around him. Two rows of cages on shelves lined what he could see of the walls around him. People filled each one, most of them sleeping.

"Let me the fuck out!" A man in one of the cages opposite of him cried, making Felix jump. He slammed into the bars of his cage aggressively until he slid off his shelf and clashed to the floor.

Two uniformed men surged into the isle with cattle prods in their hands. Both forced the prods inside, discharging the electricity inside.

Felix winced as a loud cry filled the isle. The protests from the man died down and his crate was hoisted back to his shelf. When Felix looked throgh, he could see the man glaring out through the bars, but his eyes were lidded and dull.

Suddenly, he remembered where he had seen the logo on the workers' uniforms; the news.

The company was controversial, especially in his area. He heard of how terribly the people in his city's hidden WRU establishment were treated; starved and whipped and isolated. He heard of people kept in warehouses- human petshops. He was told of the company's questionable 'rescue policy.'

The managers had come forward to assure that everyone who was there signed up to do it. That it was all consensual and all their 'boxies' were treated well.

That's where Felix was. At the WRU human warehouse. Prisoner.

"... and here we have our newest venture," a smooth voice said from further down the hallway. Two sets of footsteps slowly traveled closer. "These Boxies have never had a day of training in their lives. The ones over here have been here for a couple of months. Fed, watered, but no training. Some of them broke themselves already, if that's something you're looking for..."

"Mmm, no. Looking for something... fresher. These ones look sad. I need something that won't bore me."

Felix pushed to the back of his crate as the voice grew louder.

"Well, here are our newest boxies." The man came into view of his cage. He had a WRU uniform on like the others, but had a clipboard in hand. The man behind him was tall and expensively dressed.

He stopped at the cage of the man who had knocked his own crate over. He seemed interested. "Oh, look at him! " The man stuck a finger through to touch the boy, pulling his hand away as the boy snapped forward to bite him. "Ugh. Fiesty. Ill pass."

Felix made himself as small as possible, shrinking away until his back ached. He had to make himself as small as humanly possible so he wasn't noticed.

"Aww, who's this?" The voice was right next to him, much to his dismay. "Look at me, dear."

He peeked out, meeting clear, heterochromic eyes. He gasped softly, tucking his head back away. He tried to seem unappealing.

"Shy thing, hm?" He mused.

"Looks like it," the employer replied, and rapped on the bars of his crate. "Come on, stop doing that. Come forward."

Fearing the cattle prods he had seen earlier, he turned to face the two.

"Oh my god," the nicely-dressed man exclaimed, and Felix winced. "He's absolutely adorable!"

"We just got him in last night actually." The uniformed man scanned his clipboard. "Are you interested?"

"Last night, huh?" The tall man muttered, peering in and smiling softly. He seemed to ignore the other man's question. "Hey, there. What's your name?"

Felix leaned away, his heart thundering as he looked into the man's green and brown eyes. "Uhm, Felix?" He couldn't help how his voice shook as he spoke.

"Hi, Felix." The man replied like a kid cooing at a puppy. "Im Colton."

Felix didn't reply, shying away. His heart was pumping so fast he thought he'd go into cardiac arrest.

"I'll take him," Colton announced to the employee, grinning charmingly. He pulled out his wallet, filling through several cards and pulling one out. Felix wanted to scream.

"Oh, alright!" The employee regarded his clipboard again, a little surprised. "Lets see... since he had no training, we can't guarantee he won't hurt you once he's home. This puts him, and the other Boxies in this section, at a discount."

Im being sold on discount.

I'm being sold.

"That'll put him at about... a hundred thousand. We offer crates for another 200 bucks, our high-quality collars for 75, and leashes for 30." The man with the clipboard took the card. "We'll help load him into your vehicle for no extra fee."

"Sounds good, I'll take a collar aswell, please." Colton glanced back at Felix. "I have a cage ready in my car."

"Alrighty! We'll get a vet to put him to sleep for a bit, you'll sign the paperwork, and he's all yours." The uniformed man held up a card reader and scanned Colton's card, handing it back.

Felix sat up. "What? No, not again! Don't drug me!" He stared out at the two, wide-eyed.

The employee ignored him, pulling out his walkie-talkie and mumblimg something. A minute later, two more employees showed up. One unlocked his crate and grabbed his arms, dragging him out.

He shrieked and flailed as he was pulled to the floor, struggling more.

"No!" He cried. Stop it stop it, please!" Felix kicked his feet frantically.

"May I help?" Colton asked the employees, still smiling.

"Of course," one invited, stepping off just long enough for Colton to grab Felix's arms and straddle him, pinning him down.

"Dont struggle, Felix. You don't want them to have to knock you out manually, do you?" Colton's voice was like warm honey. He held Felix's wrists in one hand, stroking his cheek with the other. "Just relaaaaax, dear. It'll barely even hurt."

He whimpered softly, shaking his head, though he slowed his efforts. He spotted the needle coming towards his neck and began whimpering again, squirming.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Colton tapped his cheek, getting his attention. He felt the other man tilt his head up and rub his neck gently.

Felix gasped softly as the needle pushed into his neck, trying to keep eye contact with Colton. He felt his heartbeat slow as Colton continued to stroke his cheek.

His vision became blurry and dark at the edges as he struggled to stay awake. He fought for as long as he could, then finally lost the battle to a deep sleep.

Content: Captivity, multiple whumpees, caretaker-turned-whumpee, multiple whumpers, talk of interrogation, wounds/injuries.

"Aw, look at them," Whumper cooed, motioning to the security camera that showed Whumpee and Caretaker curled up in the corner of their cell. Caretaker had a protective arm around Whumpee's hunched frame, stopping anyone from going near them, despite being far more battered and bruised than them.

Whumper's workers grinned as they watched. "Gonna have so much fun breaking them in," one of them commented. "Looks like someone's already had a go."

The boss chuckled. "Slow down now. We'll give 'em a few days to settle in. Let them fret a little until they're ready to cooperate with us. Something tells me Caretaker will be of more use to us than Whumpee, but we need to be sure. So in the meantime, it's our job to watch, listen and observe until we find out who has the information we need. Then we can have our fun."

There was a chorus of disappointed mumbles, but no one dared to outwardly protest. Instead, they stayed by Whumper's side and watched through the security camera as Caretaker pressed a trail of gentle kisses along Whumpee's face and mumbled reassurances to them.

Reassurances that always turned out to be lies sooner or later.