A token of gratitude

For the anon that asked for the prompt; 🎁 “given as a gift” - I hope you like it!

He hasn’t expected to see his former subordinate visiting him in person. Especially not with that broad smile on his face. “Commander”, the other man says and salutes. “It’s an honor having you here in West End Penitentiary.”

“You ordered me here, captain”, the commander reminds him, politely but with an icy edge to his words. “I am not one to be summoned at will.”

The captain’s smile doesn’t waver. “You will be pleased, Sir.” He pulls out a blank key card and hands it over. “I promise.”

The commander raises an eyebrow in question.

“Cell D1. A small token of gratitude. I wouldn’t have made it here without you.” The captain smiles. “She’s a gift.”

She. The commander’s breath hitches. There’s only one person he could possibly be talking about. An expectant shiver runs down his spine. “You got her?” The question is barely a whisper, for fear he couldn’t keep his voice steady. Slowly, his hand closes around the card. “After all these years?”

The captain nods solemnly. “I guess it’s your lucky day, Sir.”

Anticipation spreads in his stomach, as his fingers trace the rough edge of the key card. “Thank you”, he replies. “So it seems indeed.”

The cell is spacious, especially in contrast to the sparse furniture. A metal toilet and a narrow cot are all amenities the inmate could potentially get; yet the current inmate is out of reach for either.

She’s lying on her side, curled up on the floor, hands and legs thoroughly zip tied, a black bag covering her head. Apart from that she’s dressed practical, black jeans and a black T-shirt. It startles him to see her in street clothes, he realizes. He’s always just seen her in a yellow prison overall. It’s endearing, imaging she has been free until mere hours ago. And now she’s back with him.

“You will not fucking get anything from me”, she hisses upon the sound of the door opening, her voice muffled by the thick hood. “Might as well fuck off and do something useful.”

He can’t help but smile at the familiar sound of her voice. Defiant, just as she was when he first met her. When he first broke her.

He squats down next to her and gently runs his fingers along her bare arm.

She flinches at his touch, trying to back away from him. In vain, of course. She’s tied up pretty well. His wonderful gift.

He tigthens his grip and leans in closer. “Oh, you’re wrong, my darling little kitten”, he whispers. Her body, tense and fighting a heartbeat ago, turns limp and slack under his hand. He is close enough to hear the delightful whimper she’s failing to swallow back. A hard smile tugs at his lips. She recognized him. Of course she did. They did have more than a year together, after all.

With one hand he pulls her to a sitting position, while his other removes the hood from her head, carefully unwrapping the present that she is.

A cascade of black curls falls over her shoulders, thick and beautiful as ever. He will get to that later. For now, he simply devours the look in her eyes, wide with fear and helpless panic. She knows what is coming. And she knows there’s no escape.

She’s right where she belongs. With him.

He reaches out for her face, adoring the silent tears catching in her eyelashes, as he softly runs his fingers down her cheek, along her trembling lip. Oh, how much he has missed this.

“You’re so wrong”, he mumbles again. “Oh, sweet angel, I am going to get everything from you.”

Whumpee as part of a group / Prison whump

Very inspired by the ask by @funnyihope and the reply by @heartlesslywhumping - what about the whumpee being kept in a group, like a prison.

- the other prisoners being angry with the whumpee, because they seem to get “special” treatment, e.g. periods of time not in a group cell (which is when they’re whumped, but nobody knows that… and the whumper makes sure it stays that way)

- whumpee meeting the whumper also in non-whump environments; imagine the whumper having guard duty during lunch time or at the yard, and the whumpee is both terrified but also afraid of showing their fear in front of the other prisoners

- whumpee being ashamed and blackmailed by other prisoners for what happened to them (especially if it includes submissive behavior)

- prisoners distinguished by level of compliance; either the defiant ones punishing the submissive one for “weakness” or a majority of submissive ones teaming up to punish the ones who get in the way of the system; the whumpee unable to convince them they’re all in the same boat

- other whumpees/prisoners being made accomplices by the whumper, especially concerning humiliation - either as an audience or as henchmen

- fellow inmates as “protectors”, who want to be paid in favors the whumpee is not necessarily happy to give

- improvised weapons (just saying…)

Why?

A question to all of you whumpers with OC - in your scenarios, why did the whumper pick his victim? Randomly? Was he assigned them as a job? Or is it personal? Vengeance?

Tell me! :)

Ariadne hurts a lot of people. It’s professional. Absolutely one hundred per cent professional and not for her own enjoyment at all, no. That would be ridiculous. Tacitus wound up in her hands for heresy, and got hurt a lot because she thought he was keeping secrets from her. (Which may have a little to do with a certain daemon’s meddling.)

She got invested because she got very, very angry and frustrated with him, which made the pay-off extremely satisfying when she reduced him to terror and compliance. She definitely doesn’t get gratification out of how submissive he is now, and has developed no emotional attachment at all. Why would anyone think that I mean come on. :|

Marcus picked Loiral out from observing soldiers on patrol in the streets. He was looking for: someone competent enough to be useful but not so much that he couldn’t beat him easily in a fight; someone smart; and someone without too much bravado or arrogance. Loiral is not the first or only, he’s tried a few victims looking for one who will break in the right way for his purposes. Mysteeeeriiouuus purposes! *ghost noises*

Intimate Whump 

I was thinking of things that Maia would do to Sam, because she is of the intimate and sadistic whumper type, so here’s a list of some fun ideas that I’ve collated (with additions from @pythagoreanwhump and @questionable-references, thanks!)

- the whumper sitting on the whumpee’s lap while hurting them 

- carving their name into the whumpee as a permanent mark of ownership

- putting out cigarettes on the whumpee 

- stabbing them while holding them close so they have no choice but to cling to their torturer as they whimper and shake with the pain (this one is all @pythagoreanwhump‘s, thank you for my new favourite trope)

- digging their fingers into the whumpee’s wounds 

- whispering threatening things into their ear while they stroke their hair 

- alternating between being gentle and hurting the whumpee

- gentle hair petting turning into harsh grabbing 

- the whumper giving their pet a collar to demonstrate exactly to whom they belong (shoutout to @thesithwhumper ;)

I think that’s all I can think of, but please add your own suggestions, and I will be sure to credit you if I use them! 

Okay, I love all of these, but I raise you with more participants in the whump.

- intimate whumper holding whumpee in place very closely from behind. A second whumper/henchman mechanically hurts the whumpee, be it knives or punches or anything, while intimate whumper strokes their damp hair, supresses every twitch of their body and whispers pet names and possessive threats into their ear from behind (similar to @pythagoreanwhump s but with more free hands)

- intimate whumper accompanying whumpee while a teammate is being tortured by another  in front of them, the whumpee doing his best to hide their fear and pain but can’t with the whumper observing them from up close… When a silent tear runs down their face, the whumper gently wipes it away and whispers “You can make it end, you know…”

… and further additions to the intimate list that only involve whumper and whumpee

- the whumper being in their cell in the morning and gently waking the whumpee up, taking them several seconds to readjust themselves and realizing whose kind touch and soothing whisper they have waken up to - the horror upon realization!

- the whumper telling the whumpee they’re carrying a photograph of the other to always be reminded of them, even when they’re not “together”

Ideas specifically inspired by thoughts of Maia: -Starvation paired with tying them to chair and eating dinner in front of them. Maybe hand feeding them a few bites. Calling it a date.  -After torture they are tied up, taken to a couch, laid down, their head in the whumper’s lap. Whumper stroking their hair while watching a movie. Every now and then the whumper wanders down to one of those still fresh wounds, pressing against it to feel the shake and tremble of their victim against them.  -Stopping torture when their voice gives out and they can’t scream anymore. Giving them some hot tea with honey, only so the next day they can scream for them again. 

-Videos are taken of them being tortured. They think so they can show their team, their team will know they are here, a hope of being rescued. Turns out, the whumper just watches them for fun sometimes, when their whumpee is too damaged to take more right now. Makes whumpee watch them to remind them all the fun things they did together.