mouthporn.net
#electrocution – @clockworknightmares on Tumblr
Avatar

Tick Tock

@clockworknightmares / clockworknightmares.tumblr.com

Wyatt | 24 | Artist | Writer | OC Whump | Follows from clockworkgalaxies
Avatar
Anonymous asked:

What are some different ways to burn a whumpee?

Oh my, this is a favourite trope of mine, so prepare for a lot of ideas:

- cigarette burns: hey, maybe the whumper is just smoking and this really is just a quiet chat, and… oh no, they’re bringing the glowing end of it closer and closer to the whumpee, pressing down as they grit their teeth against the pain. It’s also really intimate, gotta get up close to burn them, hold eye contact as they grind it into their skin. Or maybe the whumper is using their pet as an ashtray, not caring about their pain, since they’re just an object. 

- a lighter: can be fancy, with the whumper’s initials engraved in it, or something simple and cheap from a local petrol station. It’s easy to get mesmerised by the deceptively gentle flickering of the flame, but then it’s being held closer and closer to their skin, and the pleasant warmth turns into burning agony that is impossible to ignore.

- a blowtorch: basically a meaner and more intense version of a lighter. For really impatient and violent whumpers, who want the information at any cost. A little harder to get hold of, but I’m sure the whumpee’s local torture basement will have one. 

- a hot poker or a brand: just a really hot stick of metal, that leaves an angry looking burn. If the whumper really wants to humiliate the whumpee or mark them as their own, they can brand them, leaving a permanent reminder of who they really belong to. 

- electrical burns: maybe it’s not the first thing that comes to mind, but electrocution will also leave your whumpee with entry and exit burns. You can also use a cattle prod or an electric baton. Those are always fun.

- extreme cold: this is probably the exact opposite of what you are thinking, but my first aid guide informs me that you can also be burned by something very cold so go ahead.

- chemicals: who doesn’t love a good dash of hydrochloric acid? Pour it onto your whumpee’s skin, smear it on wounds. I guarantee it will leave them flinching and begging for water to wash it off with.

- the sun: give the whumpee a nasty sunburn, that leaves their skin red and raw for days 

- scathing remarks: okay, maybe not, but a good insult never hurt anyone, right? 

Anyway, that’s all I can think of for now, but please do add more ideas and suggestions! 

Edit: I forgot two more fun ones:

- hot wax: okay, I know this sounds less intense torture, and more 50 shades of grey, but trust me, you can make it hurt a lot. Also, fun if the whumpee is conditioned and obedient and holds a dripping candle without flinching. 

- hot water: just pour some boiling water over your whumpee and scald them. Simple, but oh so painful. Will make them shriek for sure. 

Avatar

- rope burn: friction from ropes tied too tightly, or being yanked too hard. Maybe the whumpee struggles too much.

Avatar
Avatar
whump-sprite

Victor Paredes slides out of his nightmares of Anders dying. He finds himself, instead, in a real-life nightmare. Unable to breathe, choking on his own blood. He panics, yelps as he comes to, and as soon as he makes a noise, a fist assaults his nose. A fist covered in brass knuckles. “Nnghh…” Again, a punch. Again, Vic’s neck jerks back, his head hits the wall — god that hurt, he must have taken a hit to the head before, although he can’t remember.

“Wh —” Vic tries to form words.

“Hello, Mr. Paredes,” intones the cop sarcastically.

“What’d - y’gahh, want, what —“ His words come slowly through the avalanche of agony pounding through his skull. Vision flickering, the cop’s face develops an extra set of eyes and lips. “— nnhh, who’re you —“

The cop doesn’t answer, but cocks his fist again, hits Vic in the chin this time. Neck whipping to the side, Vic slumps forward. He doesn’t lift his head. He can’t. His skull is surely broken, his brain is surely bleeding, he must be dying, how could he hurt this much if he isn’t dying —

It’s a concussion and a broken nose. Anders would be able to deal. One clear thought, like a lance into his pain-addled mind, forces him to look up. What would Anders do?

“They—ghh, my people’ll, hhh, find you —“ “We’d like them to try,” murmurs the cop standing in the background, that Vic hadn’t noticed before. To be honest, Vic hadn’t noticed much except the fist in his face, but now he attempts, for a moment, to focus his eyes. Jail cell. No windows. That’s all he can ascertain before it hurts too much to think. “If by your people, Mr. Paredes, sir, you mean that group of dangerous militants calling themselves the Resistance?” 

Every word is a dagger in his skull. He can’t think of how they know that. He can’t think at all.

“D’no what you’re —“ He’s interrupted by a fist in the chest, and his breath vanishes in a scream under the sickening crunch of a rib. His vision swims and he clings desperately to consciousness, gasping through the unrelenting agony.

“I think you do know, Mr. Paredes.”

“Who —“

“I’m Roger. This is Neil. You are at a government prison. Your dear friends Alex and Taryn Morgen were here once. Don’t worry, I’ll have someone like them stabilize you once we’re done with the photos.” “Photos?” Crunch. Another rib. Another scream. How does anyone not scream? What is, what is happening, how did this happen, what do they want, where is Anders, Anders, please, help me — 

Anders won’t come for him anymore. “Take his shirt off, we need to show his chest,” orders Neil. Roger obliges, while Vic lets out a whine as Roger’s hands press against his broken ribs. Anders would be able to handle this. Anders would be able to handle this. What would Anders say? He’d curse them out, yeah, he’d curse them out -  “What’the f -” “Oh, shut up. He needs some electric burns, here, maybe, right?”  “Yeah. Do it.” A taser is pressed almost lovingly to his chest, onto the pulsating broken rib, and the button is fired. Vic shrieks, howls at the top of his lungs and arches his back against the stone wall. All thoughts of how Anders could have tolerated this are gone, obliterated by mind-numbing agony. Indeed, all thoughts are gone, as he slumps forward against the cold stone of the prison, unconscious, blood dripping down his neck.

Avatar
Anonymous asked:

A lil betrayal drabble where A is forced to whump B? Bonus points if B doesn’t understand what’s going on/gets triggered into a past response. Bonus bonus points if A acts callous and cold because they have to disconnect to be able to get through it. Triple bonus points for aftermath!!

(Ye ask for little and I have delivered an essay. I was going for the triple bonus points!)

“I won’t do it!”

“Then you’ll watch your city burn.”

Hero swallowed, staring back at Villian who grinned easily, holding the button that would detonate bombs all over the city they’d sworn to protect.

“You really put this much effort into what, revenge? Why do you even want to hurt Sidekick?” Hero snapped back, eyeing the remote warily. “For what, switching sides? I know how you treated them, what did you expect?!”

Villain chuckled, shaking their head. “Revenge? That’s your problem, Hero, you always think so small. I want them back, and you, are going to deliver them.“

They hadn’t seen Hero since they had both been captured. Sidekick sat chained to the floor, sleep eluding them for what they figured had been at least two days. Villain hadn’t even looked at them, or come to visit, taunt, or torment them. They just let a henchman drag them to a cell and left them to anticipate their fate. It wasn’t an unfamiliar tactic, but it wasn’t ineffective either. What fleeting sleep they had managed was haunted by nightmares of this place, the things that Villain had done to them, made them do, before Hero had taken them in.

The door opened. Sidekick’s head snapped up, knees coming to their chest and arms wrapping around them, expecting the worst. Instead it was Hero who walked in, avoiding their eyes as the glanced around the cell.

“Hero! Oh my God-” They almost cried with relief. Hero must have escaped and come to rescue them. They started to get up, chains clanking as they held them out. “Can you get us out?”

Hero didn’t speak however. They glanced over their shoulder before shutting the door behind them and then crossing towards Sidekick. Their expression was something sidekick had never seen before. Blank, cold, absent of their usual warm and crooked smile. “Hero?” They asked hesitatingly, lowering back down as a uneasy feeling rose in their stomach.

Hero was silent, only the crackling of their power filling the space between them. Sidekick’s face fell, glancing down at the electricity sparking between Hero’s fingers. “What are you- what’s going on?” They backed away, pressing their back to the wall. “Whatever Villain told you, no- it wasn’t true! They’re lying I swear-please!” It was the only explanation. Villain told Hero something about them, lied about the things Sidekick did when they worked for them. Made them out to be something horrible. Hero was angry with them, wanted to punish them… No, no, that wasn’t Hero, that was Villian not, not-

Their racing mind was cut off as Hero touched them and agony exploded across their body. They convulsed, body collapsing to the ground. Stars exploded behind their eyes, a high pitched whining filling their ears. Then they touched them again and Sidekick couldn’t hold back scream. It echoed through the cell, stilted and strangled by their body bucking under the electricity. There was a brief pause, they panted, reaching up to try and push them away. “Please, I’m sorry-” Hero touched them again, cutting off their pleas. Sidekick rolled, back arching off the ground, jaw clamping tight as they bit back another scream. “I didn’t- Hero- don’t.” They couldn’t form the words. Whatever Villain told you, it wasn’t true. They had to believe them.

Another shock ripped through them, making their vision go white and they smelled burning flesh before they felt the sting of electrical burns on their flesh. “G-give me…another c-chance.” They reached to Hero, grabbing their hand to stop them. Their eyes were hard, impassive, whatever trust Sidekick had garnered with them was gone. Their hands jerked back from another shock that jolted over the metal cuffs on their wrists. “I c-can do better! Hero, p-please!”

Hero pushed their hands to their chest and the shock rocked their body, making them curl inward. Sidekick swore they felt their heart stutter before it picked up pace again. They fell back hard, silent pleas dying on quivering lips. They had been a fool to think Hero would accept them, not after what they’d done for Villian. They deserved this. A punishment, for trying to more than what they were. Nothing. Villain’s pet.

They knew they would find them. It had been foolish to imagine they could have escaped. Could have stopped them even. This was where they belonged, in their cell, Hero hating them, Villain owning them.

They fell silent as the next shock convulsed their body, smoke rising off the point that Hero touched. They shut their eyes, focusing on their breathing, they knew how to get through punishments. Hero continued, until their screams were hoarse, until their body was too weak to even convulse and only twitched weakly at the shocks. Then they heard a voice, breaking through the fog.

“Sidekick?”

They whined weakly, the only noise they could make. “H-have you, you learned y-your lesson?” They were Villain’s words, coming brokenly from Hero’s lips. Sidekick nodded weakly, forcing themselves on shaking limbs to their knees. They sat on their heels, hands in their lap, head down, like they were supposed to. “Y-yes s-sir. I-I’m sorry, I failed.”

They could feel Hero’s eyes on them but they didn’t look up. Their body was trembling, swaying as it threatened to tip over. They heard footsteps retreating, the door open and shut. They then let themselves flop back to the floor, body shaking as sobs racked their body.

“Sidekick?” They woke to the right voice this time. They struggled to get upright as Villain approached, the clack of their shoes on the floor a sound that plagued their waking and sleeping hours. “Did Hero punish you?” They nodded weakly, the floor swaying below them as they struggled to maintain their equilibrium. A steadying hand found their shoulder. Villain crouched in front of them, drawing them against their chest. Sidekick curled against them, fingers clutching the all familiar fabric, breathing in a scent they didn’t even realised they had started to miss.

“D-don’t let them… hurt me more. I-I sorry, sir, please.”

A hand stoked down their back, making them whimper weakly as it skimmed over burn marks and twitching muscles. “Don’t worry, pet, that’s all over now. You are back where you belong. No more of Hero, they are gone now. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Sidekick nodded automatically. They wanted whatever Villain wanted of course. “Yes, sir, please, please take me back.”

They didn’t know that Hero stood in the doorway behind them. Their city safe again, for now. But the price had been more than they were willing to pay.

Avatar
You are using an unsupported browser and things might not work as intended. Please make sure you're using the latest version of Chrome, Firefox, Safari, or Edge.
mouthporn.net