Now we’re getting to the good stuff.
CW: More Alexi being a creep, referenced/ aftermath of kidnapping, allusion to pet style whump (Aiden’s past and what is going to happen to Victor), restraints.
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Aiden drove up the road to the gate. Victor showed his ID to the guard, a member of Alexi’s private security, and gate opened. They drove up the winding drive to the manor. Aiden parked the car in front of the house. They got out of the car and walked up to the door. More security was there immediately. They were led through the house to Alexi’s office. He was there waiting for them. Alice was sitting on the rug by the fire place playing with dolls, she stopped as they walked in.
“Daddy!”
She threw herself at him, pressing her face into his stomach, tiny hands flat against his back. He put his hands on her shoulders and knelt down to her height. He pulled her into his chest.
“Oh my baby girl, how I’ve missed you.” Victor whispered, filled with relief “Were you good for uncle Alexi?”
She nodded.
“Good”
Alexi smiled at him and tapped his watch. Hurry up.
“Are we going home?”
“I’m sorry sweetie but I have some things to take care of. You’re going to be staying with my friend Aiden for a while.”
“But why can’t I be with you?!”
“Because it won’t be safe. I’m sorry, you’ll understand when you’re older.” He gently kissed her forehead “Just remember that daddy loves you more than you will ever know.”
She buried her face into his shoulder.
“It’s okay, you can be strong for daddy can’t you?”
She pulled away and nodded. Victor stood and ruffled her hair a bit.
“Good” he whispered.
Alexi cleared his throat.
“I’ll have someone bring her things down.” He told Aiden dismissively.
Aiden nodded. Alexi made him too uncomfortable to even speak, he wasn’t sure he could if he tried. He offered his hand to Alice. She took it with a quick final glance to her father. Aiden made eye contact with Victor, who nodded in response. Aiden tore his eyes away and looked down at Alice. Then they left.
There was a sort of finality it the way the oak door clicked shut, sealing his fate. He took a breath and tried to stop shaking. He looked up at Alexi.
“Cuff him” Alexi ordered one of his men with a smirk to Victor.
He didn’t fight as his arms were pulled behind his back and cold metal tightened around his wrists.
“Come here”
He walked forward shoulders back and chin up, trying to keep his dignity. Alexi smirked and gave a small nod to one of the guards. The guard promptly kicked him in the back of the knee. He fell face first into Alexi’s lap.
“Oh Vicky,” he sighed, tilting Victor’s chin up to look him in the eyes. “You just keep making a mess of things.”
“Just kill me already” he snarled
“Kill you?” Alexi laughed “oh no, precious, I have something much more fun planned.”
***
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CW: mind control, blood, murder, weapons, self harm (kinda), screwy whumpee and whumper dynamic, dehumanization, magic whumper, slightly intimate whumper, it/its pronouns used non consensually, some troubling thought process.
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It was kneeling on the floor at its master’s side. Master had his hand in its hair. A man was dragged into the room his hands bound behind his back and a gag in his mouth.
“Give me your hand puppet”
It obliged holding out its hand towards its master. Master turned its hand over so the palm was up. He placed a knife in its hand. It looked up, eyes wide and questioning. It opened its mouth to ask a question but remembered better. Good little puppets don’t speak unless they are told. It’s jaw had been wired shut for a month after that.
It hadn’t realized master had taken his hands away. An odd sensation filled it. It knew it all to well. It was like it’s mind has been disconnected from its body. Puppets don’t have minds of their own. It stood, body seemingly moving of its own accord. It walked forward with confidence it wished it had. It stopped in front of the man, its grip on the knife tightened.
The man looked up at it in fear. It would never get used to that. It hated what came next. It kicked the man onto his side, then to his back. It got down so it was straddling his hips. Before it knew what was happening the knife had plunged into the man’s gut. His back arched as he screamed behind the gag. Why was it smiling? it didn’t like this. The knife pressed against the man’s neck before dragging down across his sternum. It slashed across his ribs and collar bones before it plunged the knife into his shoulder. The man screamed and thrashed again. It wanted to tell him it would be better if he stopped moving but it couldn’t speak. The knife plunged into the man’s gut again, and again, and, again. It wanted to look away or close its eyes or something. It was covered in blood, it hated the feeling. The gag in the man’s mouth was staring to turn red with blood. The movement was swift and smooth and the the man was choking blood spilling from his neck and pooling beneath him. The light left his eyes.
It’s body came back under its control.
“Come here my darling puppet”
It stumbled over before falling to its knees in front of its master. Master lifted its chin with his finger tips, he pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped some specks of blood from its face.
“Such a good puppet, why are you crying.”
It hadn’t realized it was crying, it looked down.
“It does not know master”
That was a lie. It was crying because It felt horrible. It never wanted to hurt anyone.
“Don’t lie to me.”
It shook its head.
“Speak.” He commanded
Just like that all its thoughts started pouring out of its mouth.
“I hate hurting people. I hate killing people. I’m tired of hurting.” It tried to fight it for a moment, not wanting to say anything else to make the situation worse. “I hate you! I hate that you act like you love me. All you do is hurt me! You treat me like a toy, I’m a human being damn it!”
It left and all it could do was tremble.
Master stood cane in hand. It scrambled backward to get out of his way. He swung, landing a blow across its face, knocking it over.
“Pants and shirt off and get on your knees.”
It did as it was told, shaking all the while. Old scares littered its body. Master kicked the knife to it.
“Pick it up.”
A trembling hand wrapped around the handle. It’s hand went still. Master had taken control again.
“Master please,” it squeaked “it didn’t mean it.”
It was smacked with the cane again.
“Save it, wretch.”
The knife came to rest against its thigh.
“What is it?”
“It is your puppet, master, to be used as you wish.”
The knife pressed down, nearly breaking skin.
“What don’t puppets do?”
“Puppets do not think for themselves, they do as they are told.”
The knife broke its skin.
“Puppets are not...”
“People, they are tools and toys.”
The knife dragged across its thigh, leaving a red line blossoming in its wake.
“It is not...”
“A person, it is a puppet.”
The knife slashed across its thigh, eliciting a hiss.
It continued like this, question after question confirming its status as nothing but a toy for its master to play with. By the end it was sobbing, both of its thighs covered in slashes. Master finally released it from his hold.
“I hope you have learned your lesson, because you will regret it if we have to do this again.”
“Y-yes master.
***
A whumper likes drawing, so putting the whumpee in different positions could be really useful...
Yeet have Drabble
This got really long really so, yeah. It also got a bit off track.
Hope you like it!
CW: non sexual nudity, puncture wounds, restraints, stress position, blood, barbed wire
Whumper’s bookshelf continued to fill with sketch books, each filled with drawings of whumpee in various states of distress. A couple of their drawings hung framed in their home. Whumpee shivered whenever they saw one of whumper’s drawings, not wanting to see them self in that state.
Whumper gets them up early, they are excited, that never meant anything good. Early meant there was setup. They drag whumpee down to the basement where their art supplies are already set up, along with a length of barbed wire. Whumpee freezes in the door way.
“Well are you coming?”
“Yessir” whumpee shudders as they step across the threshold.
“Strip” whumper commands
Whumpee does as they are told, carefully removing their clothes then folding them.
“Good” whumper says once they were finished. “Come here.”
Whumpee does as they are told. Whumper takes a piece of thin white fabric from the edge of their desk and ties it about whumpee’s waist. They then drag whumpee to the center of thr room.
“Kneel”
Whumpee drops to their knees as whumper pulles on a pair of thick leather work gloves.
“Tuck your toes under”
They follow the order, raising themselves a couple of inches. Whumper lowers a chain with a hook on the end from the ceiling. They bind whumpee’s hands with the barbed wire before looping them over the hook. The barbs press into whumpee’s skin eliciting a hiss of pain.
“Hush” whumper whispered
They continue to wrap the wire around whumpee’s torso. Occasionally they pull it too tight, puncturing whumpee’s skin. Once finished with the wire whumper adjusts the cloth to their liking and steps back.
“Perfect, just beautiful” they whisper “just one final touch”
They push a white handkerchief between whumpee’s teeth and tie it behind their head
“There we are, can’t have you interrupting my work.”
Whumpee whines from behind the gag. Whumper ignores them and walkes over to the desk. The sit down and begin their masterpiece.
It isn’t long before whumpee’s toes can no longer hold their weight. They drop, barbs tear their skin, blood streams down their arms, they scream from behind the gag.
Whumper sighs and stands up. They walk over to whumpee.
“Get back into position.” They demand.
Whumpee tries, only succeeding in tearing their skin more. They shake their head, they can’t do it. Whumper backhands them for it.
“Must I do everything for you?”
Whumper hoists them up. Whumpee sobs at the movement. Whumpee tucks their toes back under before being set back down.
“Don’t interrupt me again” whumper says threateningly, before walking back to their desk to finish their artwork.
Whumpee doesn’t know how much longer they can stay in position. All they can do is pray whumper finishes soon.
So I’m changing a story I’m writing which means I’m cutting out this super whumpy part, so I might as well post it here as a short Drabble.
CW: broken bones, blood, death, beating, intimate whumper, non human whumpee
Blood spilled across the floor as the light left the man’s eyes. The hand around His’s wrist loosened then fell away. He pulled his knife from the man’s neck and stood up. He stumbled back and sank to the floor. He was disgusted with him self. Now he had another man’s blood on his hands both literally and figuratively yet again. He was on the verge of having a breakdown. Someone else’s blood was on his face, splattered across his face. It made him sick. She paced towards him.
“Good job.” She purred “maybe next time try not to make such a mess”
He shuttered. He prepared himself to be beaten again.
“Then again,” she whispered wiping a speck of blood from his cheek “you do look so lovely in crimson.”
“Please stop.” He begged “I don’t want to do this, please don’t make me kill anymore people.”
“Oh I’m not making you do anything, not yet.” She kicked him in the gut, hard. He fell back and His head hit the floor with a sickening crack. She placed a foot on his chest. “I could make you do anything thing I want and I can make you love it, make you beg for more.” She leaned her full weight into it.
“No, no… stop” he gasped. “Ple—” snap. He let out a scream of pain.
“Aww, was that your sternum breaking?” She cackled, she slammed her foot down again. It landed with a crunch.
This was one of the times He wished he was capable of dying. Tears blurred his vision as he tried to shove her off of him.
“Oh you’re even crying now?”
“Stop” he choked. “I’ll— I-” he couldn’t find the words to say it and the words he could find came out more as a series pained croaks and gasps than words. “You can have me.”
“Hm?”
Then the world went dark.
Victor calls the leader of the black thorn.
CW: murder mention
***
They drove in silence to the nearest pay phone. Victor had long since ditched his cell and didn’t want Aiden’s to be tracked. He walked up to the phone and put in a couple quarters then punched in the number. The dial tone stared. With every ring he got more nervous. Come on pick up.
“Hello?” A slightly irritated sounding voice crackled through the phone.
“Hello.”
“Who is this?” He demanded
“It’s, it’s victor.”
“This isn’t your normal number Vicky.”
Stop calling me that. “I’m calling from a pay phone.”
“Paranoid as always aren’t we?” The voice laughed
Victor bit his lip.
“Anyway, you aren’t calling just to chat, what do you want?” He sighed “Finally going to give up trying to run?”
“Yes” Victor forced out.
“Is that so?” He asked, only slightly masking his glee.
“Yes, but-“
“But?”
“In exchange Alice goes with a friend of mine.”
“I thought we were friends Vicky.” There was a mock pout in his voice
You shot my husband. “I thought that had changed.”
“So if I trade Alice for you, then you’ll go willingly?”
“Yes”
“It’s a deal then.” He agreed “be here tomorrow 8 AM sharp. Don’t be late.”
“I will”
“Have a good night.”
“You, you too.”
The line went dead and he put the phone back on it’s hook. He walked back to the car and climbed into the passenger seat.
“How did it go?”
“Tomorrow 8 am”
Aiden looked over at him. Victor didn’t look up.
“Alright”
***
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this one is a bit more of a sick fic. nothing happens here that is absolutely vital to the story so if you don’t like sick fics skip this one. Also it ended up mostly dialogue, sorry.
When Darius woke up Thomas was still asleep. He cuddled up next to him. He was warm, too warm.
“Tom wake up”
“What is it”
“You’re warm”
“Everyone feels warm to you”
“No I mean like warmer than normal” he explained “I’m going to go get a thermometer”
“Darius it’s not that big of a deal.” He called after him.
He was back in a minute, thermometer in hand.
“Open up”
He rolled his eyes before opening his mouth and allowing the thermometer to be placed under his tongue. The red fluid inside the glass tube rose slowly before coming to a stop.
“Hey um… what’s normal body Temperature for a human ?”
“Around 98.6”
“Uh this says 101.5”
“I’m fine”
“No you’re not” Darius stated “I think we should wait to leave until you get better”
“Do you realize how dangerous it is for us to wait?” Thomas questioned “We leave tonight”
“Stand up”
“What?”
“If you can stand without getting dizzy we’ll go tonight”
Thomas Sighed and sat up slowly, swung his legs Over the edge of the bed and stood up.
“See I’m fine” he said swaying on his feet.
“No you’re not, go back to bed”
“Darius, I’ll be fine after I eat something.”
“Bed, now” he demanded, crossing his arms in an attempt to seem imposing. “I’ll go make you some soup”
“Do you even know how to cook”
“Yes” he huffed “I’ll be back in a bit. You need to get some rest.”
Darius went down stairs to the kitchen and started a pot on the stove. Cooking had always been calming to him and he enjoyed the science of it. He actually liked human food, it didn’t provide any nutritional value, but it tasted good. Once the soup was finished he brought it up to him.
“Soup is ready.” He said cheerily. His demeanor faltered when he saw Tom “Darling?”
He was shivering under the covers. His face was flushed. A layer of sweat shined on his skin.
“Oh baby.”
He set the bowl on the nightstand. He placed his hand against his forehead. A weak moan escaped his lips
“You’re burning up.”
“I, I’m fine.”
“No you aren’t.” He sighed, caressing his cheek “Open up.”
He turned his head away.
“Open your mouth or I’ll go get the other thermometer.”
He opened his mouth. The liquid rose to 105.
“We need to get you cooled down.” He sighed smoothing his hair back.
“I’ll be fine, we need to leave.”
“No we need to get you well.” Darius argued “I’m going to run you a cold bath.”
He stood up, immediately teetering on his feet.
“We, we need to leave it isn’t safe to stay here.”
He collapsed and Darius caught him under the arms.
“But it isn’t safe for you to travel like this.”
“But”
“No buts. The sooner that you are well the sooner we can leave.” Darius said, maybe a bit more harshly than he intended. “Do you feel well enough to eat? Be honest.”
“No”
“Let’s get you in the bath then.”
He helped him to the bathroom. He turned on the water. He sat him down on the edge of the bath as he helped him undress. He put a foot in the water before drawing back with a hiss.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s freezing.”
“Darling we need to get your temperature down.” Darius sighed “It isn’t as cold as you think”
“You can’t feel temperature right.” Tom grumbled.
He gave in, stepping one foot in then the other. He shivered. He helped him lower himself into the bath.
“Do you want help.”
He shook his head.
“Call for me if you need anything”
“Okay.”
Darius went back to the kitchen and reheated the soup. He left it on low to keep it warm then went back to check on Tom.
“How are you doing darling?”
“Can I get out yet?”
He put the back of his hand against his forehead.
“I suppose, it seems like your fever has gone down a bit.”
He helped him out of the bath. Then he helped him dry of with a soft fluffy towel, before walking him back to bed.
“Do you feel like eating yet.”
“I’ll try.”
He smiled gently before going back downstairs to get him a bowl of soup.
***
(I really don’t have a title for this yet)
Characters:
Victor - whumpee and whumper | Alexi - whumper | Aiden - whumpee and caretaker | Henry - caretaker | Fred - Victor’s husband | Alice - Victor and Fred’s daughter
Parts:
More to come!
So @silverwhisperer1 asked me if I would continue this, so here we go. I’ve decided to give whumper and whumpee names. And I actually have more ideas so if there’s interest I’ll continue it further.
(Ex) whumper: Victor
(Ex) whumpee: Aiden
CW: restraints, blood
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Victor woke up to light streaming through the blinds on the window. He sat up in bed, he hissed and collapsed back to the pillows as a sharp pain shot through his side. His hand moved to touch his side but caught. Victor looked down to find himself handcuffed to the bed.
“Morning”
Victor recognized that voice. He was used to hearing it break as it begged over and over again. He looked to the doorway. Aiden, his little doll, was standing there. He held a tray in his hands, he gripped it harder when Victor’s eyes landed on him.
“How the tables have turned.” He laughed, causing him to wince. He tugged against the handcuffs again.
“It looks like you’re feeling better.”
“What am I doing here?” He demanded “where even is here?”
“You’re at my house.” Aiden answered “You showed up out of the blue last night, begging for help before passing out on my porch.”
His head hurt and it was foggy but he remembered. Aiden sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the tray down next to him. Victor eyed it. A plate of eggs and toast with a glass of orange juice. He reached for the toast.
“Ah, Ah, Ah, not yet.” He said “You get breakfast after you answer a couple questions for me.”
He rolled his eyes, his mouth pulled into a sneer. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His stomach growled giving away how hungry he was. He didn’t know how long it had been since he had a proper meal.
This shouldn’t be happening. He raged internally.
He swallowed down his pride.
“What do you want to know.”
“Who did this to you?”
“Oh darling, you still care about mr after all this time? I’m touched.”
“You-” it took almost all his willpower not to strangle him then and there. “Answer me or I’ll-”
“Or you’ll what?” Victor drawled “you’ve never made good on a threat before, why start now.”
To hell with willpower. Aiden wrapped his hands around Victor’s neck. He slammed him back against the head board. His eyes went wide. He clawed at his arms with his unbound hand. A pitiful squeak pushed its way up his throat. His face was turning red, tears welling in his eyes. Aiden let go. He slumped, clutching his throat, gasping for air.
“I’m sorry.”
“Uncuff me.”
“Victor.”
“Do it. I’m leaving. I don’t know why I came here, I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t need you.”
“You won’t make it more than two steps.”
“I don’t care.”
He sighed and unlocked the handcuffs. Victor glared at him and rubbed his wrist. He stood, legs trembling. He got in four steps towards the door before he collapsed. Aiden crouched down next to him.
“Guess you proved me wrong, four steps.”
“Fuck. you.” he wheezed through gritted teeth. All he could do was lay there with a hand clamped to his side, panting and groaning. His face was flushed, eyes squeezed shut.
Aiden took his wrist gently. He whined in response.
“Hush, I’m just going to take a look at your injury.”
He pulled up his shirt. Blood had seeped through the bandages and was quickly spreading.
“Lets get this cleaned up.”
***
Alright I’m doing it, I’m posting one of the things I’m writing. If this goes well I’ll post others. I currently have three parts planed for this one, but I can do more if y’all like it.
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“Are you ready.” Jesse asked tucking a silver stake into his belt.
“I guess.” Muttered Thomas
“What’s wrong” questioned Jesse “you aren’t having doubts, are you?”
“It’s just” Thomas started
“They’re monsters that drink blood, they’ve killed hundreds of people, they deserve to die ” Jesse stated.
“How do you know this one has killed anyone.” Thomas asked.
“They’re all killers.” Argued Jesse.
“Whatever,” Thomas grumbled, “let’s just get this over with.”
They set out for the old manor on the hill. Once they arrived they dismounted their horses and headed for the door. Jesse knocked and it swung open seemingly on its own. They entered cautiously. They split up and searched the first floor to no avail. They met up before going going to the second floor.
“I don’t think we should split up this time.” Thomas whispered.
“Are you scared or something.” Jesse laughed.
“He hasn’t been caught yet so he could be dangerous .” Explained Thomas
“Fair enough” Jesse agreed. “Scaredy-cat”
***
