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Lab whumper dialogue

My favorite trope is the sadistic scientist/doctor whumper, so I may have indulged…

1. “The greatest scientific discoveries often require us to step outside of our comfort zones. Are you willing to take that leap with me?”

2. “It will only hurt for a moment.”

3. “My dear, the ends always justify the means. Think of how so many people will find our research beneficial. You aren’t being selfish, are you?”

4. “Morality is just a construct created by society.”

5. “Everything we do is in the name of science… and science requires sacrifice.”

6. “You should feel privileged. Few people have the chance to contribute so directly to the advancement of science.”

7. “I understand your apprehension, but remember, you agreed to this.”

8. “I must admit, darling, I find your resilience quite admirable. You’re much stronger than my previous test subjects. But don’t worry, I have a few tricks up my sleeve to break even the strongest of wills.”

9. “I assure you, I have done this many times before. You will be fine.”

10. “I know the methods I use may seem cruel to the unenlightened mind, but you’ll understand… one day.”

11. “I’ll have to remember to make note of this in my journal. Fascinating.”

12. “The line between genius and madness is a thin one, so go ahead and call me mad. To me, it’s a compliment.”

13. “You signed a consent form, correct? Then you fully knew the risks.”

14. “You’re doing so well, darling. Just a little longer and we’’ll have all the data we need.”

15. “I’m sorry, but the procedure was not a complete success. We’ll have to try again. As many times as it takes. You understand, right?”

“I’m here about the lost dog?” Caretaker narrowed their eyes at the stranger on their doorstep. They figured they’d seen them before but weren’t sure from where.

“I don’t have a lost dog.” Caretaker responded.

“Really? Because you’ve been putting posters up everywhere, and I found them. By the way, you did a terrible job training it.”

What were they talking about? Caretaker never had a dog, they were allergic, though Whumpee always wanted one. They’d put up missing posters for them though…

“What…?” Dread pooled in their stomach. No, it couldn’t be. How could it be?

“It’s okay though, I took some time myself to give the little puppy some proper training. Now it doesn’t bark and whine all the time, or try to get up on the furniture. It even uses the doggy door!”

“What are you talking about? Who are you?”

“The posters said the police gave up looking right? I mean it’s a little silly, of course they gave up, I don’t even know why cops would waste their time looking for some lost dog anyway. There wasn’t any advertised reward, but I figured ‘oh well,’ I mean I had fun. It was like fostering! I bet you want to see it now, right? I just have it in a crate in my car. I hope it hasn’t peed on the way here, I did forget to car train it.”

Caretaker could do nothing but follow silently after the stranger to their car, feeling like they were trudging through thick mud, the air around them cold and light blue, a tight hand gripping their lungs and keeping them from breathing as the stranger opened the car’s back door to reveal a large cage… with a person inside of it.

Whumpee, naked and trembling, wearing a brightly colored collar.

Caretaker had never punched someone so hard before.

@parasiticwhumpee @sunglasses-in-the-bentley

I WILL CONTINUE THIS!

Part One

When a whumpee who’s usually always laughing and joking can’t laugh or joke at THIS.

Everyone thinks whumpee can handle any pain because they always laugh or joke through it, looking on the bright side, keeping everyone else in good moods.

Whumpee who finally experiences the horrors and can’t laugh at it. Or a team who experiences a huge loss and turns to Whumpee to make them feel better and they just have… nothing. No jokes, no hope.

Hard to tell who’s more freaked out in that moment, Whumpee, or Whumpee’s friends

I don’t think this is physically possible but…

Whumpee who’s trained not to move. They’re not paralyzed, if Whumper commands they go somewhere, they can. But when whumper tortures them, they’re not allowed to move or make a sound. I mean to the point that their reflexes are completely shut off, if someone pokes their eye they won’t even blink.

They can’t whimper, their breathing can’t change, can’t jerk away or flinch or twitch.

But the long hours of training and punishment don’t just go away once they’ve been rescued. So at first, doctors and even caretaker believe whumpee is fine or can’t feel pain. They perform their operations and procedures without anasthesia because they think whumpee can’t feel any of it.

But then later Whumpee tells Caretaker about one of the procedures and how much it hurt. And Caretaker is horrified!

“Why didn’t you say so? We never wanted to hurt you!”

“I can’t… do anything when it hurts.”

So that becomes Whumpee’s tell. When they’re feeling okay, they talk, they move, but the second something starts hurting they stop everything. Completely shut down.

“Does this hurt?”

“No.”

“Does this?”

“That tickles a little.”

“This?”

“…”

“Your shoulder?”

“…”

“Okay, what about here, on your arm?”

“No, there’s fine.”

Whumper with a water gun that looks like a real one

I usually hate exercising but I’ve found I can do Pilates so I’ve been doing that

I off-handedly mentioned that a sadist would thrive as a Pilates/ gym/ workout instructor to today’s instructor and she laughed and said I’m the second person to say that to her (she then assured me she’s not a sadist, which I believe as she and other instructors usually offer a lighter weight version and other accommodations for me and other people in the class but anyways)

Which leads me to…

Exercise whump!

Make Whumpee run on a treadmill, there’s spikes on the ground around them as a punishment for when they get too tired to continue

Make Whumpee remain in a squat by chaining their hands to a pole. To low to stand properly, to high to even try to sit down.

In Pilates we have this circle we have to hold between our legs while we lie down with our legs in tabletop position (absolutely KILLS your inner thighs). Make whumpee do this, but if their legs hurt too much and they drop the circle, they get shocked.

Make whumpee hold increasingly heavier weights in order to access basic needs like using the bathroom, eating, and drinking water.

My mom told me hot yoga and hot Pilates is like torture… enroll your Whumpee in a hot class today! (but they don’t get to drink any water but the water whumper provides, what whumper puts in whumpee’s canteen is up to you)

The only caveat is that all the exercise will make whumpee a lot stronger, so make sure to only work out one of whumpee’s body parts for weeks on end, leaving the others restrained to suffer muscular atrophy so escape remains impossible. Be sure to switch which body part is worked out and which is tied so you can have variety in your torture methods!

Whumper has two whumpees. They both keep trying to protect the other, so they come up with a game.

They have to punish themselves, and whoever entertains whumper better gets to be tortured the whole week, and the loser is given a break for the week.

Also works the other way around, for whumpees who hate each other. They have to torture themselves to try to earn a week’s break, or to ensure the other suffers worse.

I have a little quirk where if I get hurt or scared, I sort of force my yelp/ scream to be like a riff/ sing? I don’t actually know if I do it on purpose but it got me thinking…

Whumper who either acquired a Whumpee who already sings when hurt or scared, or who trains their Whumpee to.

What does Whumper want with something so specific? Well to put on a concert for all their friends of course!

I have to know everything that’s going to happen to me at doctors and hospitals or I panic

So don’t let your whumpee know what’s going on. Blindfold them and don’t answer a single question. They’ll know it hurts, but they won’t know exactly what whumper’s doing to them until it’s over.

@demetercabingreen-thumb

Whumper only takes tattooed whumpees. Sometimes they try to remake the tattoo on them in a new place, with just A single dull needle and ink.

Sometimes they have an artist tattoo whumpee’s tattoos on themselves, so they can flaunt it in front of them, showing them all the tattoos from all their former whumpees.

Eventually, when they’re bored of them, they simply cut the tattoo off of them and preserve it before dumping the bleeding whumpee off somewhere they might be found- might not be. The room they keep all their whumpee’s in is covered in the preserved tattoos of all their victims.

Their newest whumpee is covered head-to-toe

@demetercabingreen-thumb

TW: mentions and references to NSFW whump and drugging

All of Whumper’s victims are objects that serve a purpose.

One serves as a table, walking on hands and knees by Whumper so they can rest their feet or put a book on their back.

One is chained to a punching bag, the punching bag doesn’t crunch when you punch it so this whumpee does a better job.

One whumpee serves as a pet, with a leash and collar, soft beds and too-strong drugs to keep them loopy and needy.

One whumpee does the cleaning and another the cooking. If the cooking whumpee makes a mess, well then it’s just cleaning whumpee’s job to fix it. And cooking whumpee can’t exactly complain if all their tools are in different places.

And cleaning whumpee once told table whumpee that there was another in whumper’s bedroom, where cleaning whumpee was the only other one allowed to go in. The next day, whumper decided that they’d handle cleaning their own room, and cleaninf whumpee got to see what punching bag whumpee’s life was like.

Alrernatively: they switch roles every day, drawing a lottery to see who’s cleaning, cooking, tabling, being the pet, the punching bag, and Whumper’s ‘bedroom buddy’

Does Whumper have favorites for each role? Do they think whumpee A does the best lasagna and Whumpee B can carry the most weight on their back? Does the usual pet Whumpee get stressed when they have to perform other jobs, still shaky and out of it from the drugs?

And at night, do they all huddle together and listen to the sounds of tonight’s bedroom whumpee as they hope it’s not them tomorrow night?

Just a thought- might write it if y’all would be interested

@demetercabingreen-thumb

Pierce your whumpee’s tongue and tie the piercing to something outside their mouth.

Unless they want to painfully rip the jewelry out (possibly tearing their tongue in the process), they have to stay put.

Please, tell me what you’re attaching their new piercing to!

Whumper lost their child a long time ago,

So when they notice someone who sort of looks like their kid might have grown up, laughs like their kid used to, well that must actually BE their kid!

Their kid refuses to listen to them now that they’ve been brought home, and Whumper just has to make up for all the time they lost with them, so they drug them and dress them younger, break their legs so they can take their first steps for mommy/daddy!

They just can’t understand why they keep screaming, though.

“I need a pet.” Carewhumper said to the other person on the phone.

“A pet?” Whumper asked, “that’s very specific, I know exACTly what kind of pet you want. Come now, you thinking more guard dog? More show dog?”

“Something… cuddly. I work hard, and it’s not exactly friendly work. I want something to help me destress.”

“Alright, we have a mutt available. He’s still got some fat on his bones, but he’s not very fluffy. Very well trained, very obedient. Will do whatever you say immediately.”

“A Labrador?”

“You could say.”

“Il take it, send it to my address.”

Whumper smiled as they put the phone down, hand gently stroking the shaking pet in their lap.

“It’s your lucky day, Mutt. You get to go to a new home! You don’t have to see me anymore.”

The pet looked up at them worriedly, clutching at their shirt.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure your new owner will be wonderful. Why don’t you go get your toy? You can bring it with you in the kennel.”

Pet slowly lifted off Whumper’s lap, climbing off the couch and crawling slowly to the toy room. They used to move a lot faster, but the only thing that had managed to make them obedient was refusing them food, so they were so thin and slow now. Whumper shook their head. They’d be faster and fatter if they only knew what was good for them.

Carewhumper, whumpee’s brand new owner. Whumper had never done business with them, but they knew they were well off, powerful. A good token like Whumpee between them… that would be good.

They just had to hope Whumpee wouldn’t piss all over their crate on the way over.

Part two

Part one

“Uh, Boss?” Carewhumper lifted their head from their work and turned around to glare at the subordinate who’d interrupted them.

“Do you need something?”

“Yeah uh- you see-“

“Speak up, if this is important.”

“It is, your uh- ‘pet’ arrived.” Carewhumper rolled their eyes. So the dog arrived, big deal!

“Okay? And? You truly can’t take care of a Labrador for a few hours while I work? My business is incredibly important and-“

“No, boss, I’m sorry but there’s some kind of mistake. They sent a person in a kennel.”

Now that had Carewhumper’s attention. They stood, abandoning their work and moving past their employee.

“Show me.” Did Whumper intend to send a person? Did Whumper think Carewhumper would enjoy this? They would need a thorough ‘talking to’ if they thought this would be okay.

Hhhh this is my first ever whump write (see, I told you. I don’t do whump). I was talking to my fren the other day, and we came to the conclusion that chrisler bois are just extremely good. So uhhh. Idfk what possessed me tbh (fren, you should feel called out rn), but I actually wrote a thing right after. Anyway, have this lil present boi way before it’s actually christmas!

Please read the tags for tw’s.

Feel free to use this! Do tag me, I would love to read it :3

@whumpitisthen

@simplygrimly (I’m not sure if you’d like to be tagged in writings like this one as well, whoops. Do let me know!)

Whump prompt #1

Whumper finishes wrapping the beautiful red ribbon around their little gift. It’s not an actual gift. No, not at all. This time it’s wrapped around the boy’s fragile neck. *Their* boy’s fragile neck. Whumper takes a step back to enjoy the sight before them. “Hmm. How lovely,” they hum, their eyes not missing a single spot. Cuts and bruises are spotted along the way. Whumpee can’t help but cry out a little sign of pain, the ribbon is tightly wrapped around him after all. “Nghnn. P-Please… It’s hurting me,” he whines. Whumper is feeling blissful, hearing their boy saying those words. Whumpee shuffles in his seat, clearly uncomfortable and in pain. “Now be a good boy and sit still while I wrap you open,” Whumper smiles, as they come closer with the knife in their hands.

Pleasure in Pain #2

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I realized people are interested in vampire whump… and so am I. Therefore, I decided to make a second part to this Drabble because I need more whump in my life.

Contents: TW Burning Alive, Fear, Bound, Vampire Whumpee, Defiant Whumpee, Whumper Turned Whumpee, Torture, Hurt/No Comfort.

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Cordova didn’t sleep, the presence of the knife in his body was unnerving. The handle sticking out acted as a reminder of how easily he could remove the anomaly if he wasn’t bound by the silver bindings that had been burning his flesh. Every time he tried to relax the knife would brush against any organs near it, causing him to stay tensed.

The silver door scratches the concrete floor. For the first time Cordova looks away from the handle and stares at Rojan. His eyes flare a bright red and he bares his teeth. Rojan sighs as he walks in with some sort of a book.

“You do realize that you don’t look all that intimidating when you’re bound, right?”

“It would be an entirely different story if I was free, you would be shaking, screaming, begging me not to kill you.”

“Well obviously, but that’s not the case now is it. Here, let me show you something.”

Rojan pulled up a chair and sat in front of Cordova. He opened to the first page of the book.

“This is like my scrapbook. Every vampire I’ve ever killed is in this book. Now you’re going to be my 25th kill.” Rojan lifts the book so Cordova can see the page. “See, I put their name, their age, how many days it took for them to ask me to kill them, and one of their fangs. Like a little momento.”

“Do you think I give a shit about your weird custom human? If anyone’s going to die here, it’s going to be you.”

“Says the vampire with a silver knife in his body.”

Rojan stands up and places the book on the seat. He walks over to Cordova who, despite knowing how useless it was, was still trying to break out of his restraints. Rojan placed a firm grip on the handle and pulled the knife out with all his strength. The wound quickly sealed, along with the one on Cordova’s back.

Cordova sighed with relief, it was the first time he had relaxed since it was placed there. Rojan grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the knife before placing it back in his holster. Rojan slightly chuckles getting the attention of Cordova.

“Sorry it’s just, I mean I thought you vampires were supposed to be like apex predators or whatever, but it’s so easy to catch you guys. I mean all I had to do was wrap a silver chain around you and kick you into a silver box. For such strong creatures, you’re not all that impressive.”

“You dare insult me with your cowardice ways human.”

“Oh please, it’s more like leveling the playing field. Besides, you can live for hundreds of years. Speaking of which, how old are you?”

“Why, so you can put it in your book? Why should I give you the satisfaction human?”

“Because if you don’t then I have a fun activity we can do today. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but do you see that circular shape in the ceiling.”

Cordova looks up and sees it. “What about it?”

“Well, that circle opens up to the sky, and it’s the hour where the sun is at its highest and hottest. Would you like to bask in the sun for a little bit?”

Cordova’s heart skips a little at the thought of burning. He’s never been touched by the sun, but he’s heard other vampires accounts and they had all claimed it was the worst pain they had felt. It was bad enough getting burned alive, but to not be able to die after the excruciating pain is horrific. He tried to keep a poker face to not play into Rojan’s threats.

“Or you could just tell me your age.”

Cordova glared, not saying a word.

“Suit yourself.”

Rojan walked past Cordova as he pulled down on a lever on the wall. The circular doorway slowly opened, exposing the bright blue sky. Cordova’s body tensed in preparation. His chest rising and falling faster as the sky became more visible.

Finally, a ray of sunlight peered through, just missing Cordova’s feet. All he could do was stare at the light as it creeped closer to him. Rojan came back into view and sat in the chair holding the book.

The sun touched Cordova’s feet and immediately got to work at burning his body to a crisp. His eyes went wide with fear and panic as it took little time for the searing pain to cause his skin to dry up and practically bubble as if he was being boiled. His screams filled the room as the table shook violently from his thrashing. His dry skin flaked off, his blood boiled, and whatever was left would be charred to a crisp leaving the lingering acrid smell of charcoal and sulfur filling his nose. The sun climbed up his body as the minutes went by. Every time Cordova thought he would get used to the sensation, an untouched area would go through all the stages of torture, causing him to yell and cry. His lower body was burned, unrecognizably melted away. He hadn’t even noticed when Rojan stood up and walked to the lever, closing the opening in the ceiling.

“As much as your screams were music to my ears, I don’t want you to get used to the worst forms of torture so early. It’ll ruin the fun of breaking you.”

Cordova was breathing loudly, he stayed perfectly still, not wanting to feel his burnt flesh sticking to the table. He could feel his body healing, but at an exponentially slower rate than ever before. He dared to look down and witnessed his blackened skin that had also fallen onto the floor. He gagged at the sight, and the smell was enough for him to wish he couldn’t breathe.

“So, did you have a change of heart, or should I leave you to the sun’s will?”

Cordova shook his head, it was hard for him to get a word out. His throat felt thick from all the crying, and strained from the screaming.

“Well then, how old are you vampire?”

Cordova cleared his throat as best he could and quietly said, “120.”

“Wow, you’re the youngest vampire I’ve caught. No wonder you were so reckless.” Rojan wrote in his scrapbook. “Well, that’s it for today. I do hope you heal up fast, tomorrows going to be a special treat.”

Rojan stood up and left the room, shutting the silver door. Cordova had a constant stream of tears flowing. The stench of his own flesh consumed his nose. It was a smell he wouldn’t forget. It was getting harder by the day to stay strong, but he was still determined to find a way to get out, to find a way to kill that human.

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Date: February 27, 2023

Okay… hands are hard, like unnecessarily difficult, but I tried.

Date: 31 August, 2023

Seriously though, I love this! This is probably how my OC's would feel if they could talk to me, thinking that I actually have a story when really I just want to see them hurt a bit.

OC: "Hey so um, I've been through a lot of pain and trauma already, when is the plot going to move more towards the story?"

Me: "Oh... you thought there was more to this story? Hate to break it to you, but you're in for the long haul buddy. I haven't decided if this is Hurt/Comfort or No Comfort yet."

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"You're w-wasting your time, Whumper," Whumpee said, looking straight into Whumper's eyes. Their breath was erratic. "I don't know anything a-about it."

Whumper smiled, gently touching their hand to Whumpee's bruised cheek. "You think I'm doing this for information, huh?"

Bad Little Bird

Content: TW Blood, Fear, Unwanted Touches, Captive, Caught Escaping, Sadistic Whumper, Mention of Wing Removal, Threats of Pain and Death, Pet Names.

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“Tsk tsk tsk… and here I thought you had learned to be a good little bird.”

Whumpees skin crawled hearing his tormentors voice behind them. They had just gone through the agonizing process of climbing up the stairs from the basement. Each step covered in sharp nails that pierced their feet with every step. The bloody steps leaving a trail behind them like breadcrumbs. The rawly torn flesh on their wrists and ankles reflecting the painful escape from their bindings. The dried blood staining their back from their one, beautiful wing having been sawed off a day or so ago. It was hard to say how long it had been when they were stuck in the darkness for so long.

A chill goes up their spine when they feel Whumpers breath brush down their neck. Their still intact wing wrapping around themselves instinctively for protection from the nightmare behind them. If only it was just a nightmare.

“Now, now. What have I said about not looking at me when I’m talking to you, hm?”

Whumpee swallowed the lump in their throat, their breath slightly shaky as they hesitantly turned their body slowly to face Whumper. Seeing his piercing red eyes looking down at him with disappointment, but his smile showed a sadistic pleasure in Whumpees fear.

Whumper hummed softly as his hand raised up to Whumpees wing, lightly dancing his fingers along the bend. The noticeable flinch making him grin wider as he loomed over the shorter man.

“It would be a shame if I had to take your last wing, wouldn’t it? Then you wouldn’t be my little birdie anymore. Do you know what I do with birds that lose both of their wings?”

Whumpee could feel a plea trying to claw out from his throat, but he knew better than to let it out. The tears couldn’t be stopped though. The fear pushing them out as they pricked at the corner of his eyes.

Whumpees head whipped to the side from the harsh slap to his left cheek. Stunning him and making his stance stagger as he held his cheek with my hand. His wing quivering around him. Whumper grabbing their chin roughly and forcing Whumpees gaze up to theirs once again. Their smile gone, and Whumpee could’ve sworn Whumpers eyes were glowing with a cold glare.

“I snap their necks and put them out of their misery.”

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Date: March 12, 2024

I’m alive I promise 🪻

You know those shows on TV where people, like parents for example, switch lives for a day or a week. I feel like people, should do that to their pet whumpees. Like a Whumpee who had a very strict master with no leniency or mercy for mistakes. While another Whumpee has a very caring and comforting master that pampers and rewards them constantly. Those two should switch for the day or longer. There would be so much emotional distress and turmoil on both ends.

The ‘pampered’ Whumpee doesn’t receive any love or even a scrap of food compared to their three meals a day, love, and constant attention. They’d make mistakes left and right because they forgot what it was like to be in a training and strict environment.

The ‘neglected’ Whumpee receives constant love and care and all the food and baths they want. They feel this constant longing for love, but also anxiety wondering when the next punishment or order will come, but it never does. They’re so used to fear that it’s hard for them to accept all of this kindness and not expect it to be a trap.

Both would be suffering in their own way, either physically or mentally, even both. It just seems like a fun way to mess with them.

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