👽(bat humanoid/monster)🔬(lab experiment) for the Nonhuman Whump Emoji Prompts - Standard Edition meme
Sorry that this has taken so incredibly long, I honestly kinda forgot it was in my drafts. I hope you enjoy anon!
CW: restraints, nonhuman whumpee, needles, dehumanization, probably medical inaccurate, paralysis, medical/ science whump, blood.
The creature was dragged into the lab. It winced at the bright lights. It fought as the guards brought it over to the table. It thrashed against its bindings. They forced it down on its chest and locked its limbs to the table. It keened as it’s head was turned to the side and strapped down as well. It tried to pull against the straps holding it to the table to no avail. It’s claws scratched at the cold metal. The room felt freezing and it had been striped of its clothes before being brought there. It flapped it’s wings in useless panic. Strong hands easily stilled them, forcing them down to the table as well. Long thick straps crisscrossed across it’s wings. Tears trailed down its face, pooling against its cheek on the table.
It had never been restrained like this before. Previously the men had only been interested in examining it, poking and prodding. They had used simple restraints for that, hand cuffs and shackles chained to the floor so it was on its knees.
It was pulled from it’s thoughts by a noise.
The door to its right opened. It could hear talking in a language it didn’t quite understand. It squirmed as it felt hands on it.
“Still, little beast” one of the scientists ordered.
That command it understood. Be still, be hurt less.
The other science readied a shot of some sort. It squirmed a little at the sight of the needle, wings pulling at the restraints.
“Still”
It went limp. It tried to take deep breaths to try and calm itself. It’s neck was wiped with a cotton ball dipped in some ice cold liquid. It squeezed its eyes shut as the needle was pressed in.
“Breathe, little beast, breathe.”
It hadn’t realized it was holding it’s breath. It focused on its breathing. In then out then in again and out again. It took an agonizingly long time before it was finally pulled out.
“Good” the world was paired with the ruffling of its hair.
It’s body felt weird. It assumed it was from the injection. It panicked when it realized it couldn’t see the scientists anymore. They were talking to each other in the language it couldn’t understand again. It could hear them moving around and the occasional clink of metal on metal.
Then there was a searing pain in its back, between its wings. It tried to cry out, to struggle, to do something, anything, but it couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound.
The pain spread in a line down it’s back. It felt warm blood run down it’s back and sides.
It was going to be a long day.
This series is going to be quite short since it’s just something I found on my tablet from two years ago and I probably won’t even edit it.
CW: blood, poisoning, sickness
***
The hero pulled into the driveway. “Why am I doing this.” He wondered. “How do I know he’ll even help me.” He answered himself “because I don’t know what else to do.” He got out of the car clutching his side, the old manor loomed ominously before him. Slowly he made his way to the door, it was taking almost all he had. He knocked on the door. “Please be home.” He thought. He grasped the railing and looked pleadingly into the security camera.
“what does he want.” The villain hissed. He stroked the fluffy white cat that was curled up on his lap. “What do you think snowflake, Why is he interrupting our movie night.” He asked, the cat meowed. “Yeah I know.” He said, setting the cat down on the couch next to him and walked to the door.
The villain wrenched the door open “what do you want.” he growled.
“H-help me.” gasped the hero “p-p-please.” He was shaking, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
“What, Why?” The villain hissed, his eyes narrowing. All he could see by the way of injuries was a few scratches and bruises.
“I d-didn’t know where e-else to turn.” He mumbled swaying on his feet “please…” he trailed off. He collapsed, falling forward.
The villain caught him underneath the arms. “What the heck.” Whispered The villain. He was burning with fever. He sighed picking up the hero bridal style and carried him inside. He seemed so frail, so small, shivering in his arms. The villain shooed his cat off the couch and laid the hero down. “Just rest here while I get the guest room ready.” He said in a hushed tone.
The hero grunted in response. He grit his teeth to try to keep them from chattering. The sound of footsteps came and then he was back in the villain’s arms.
“It’s all right.” He whispered carrying him up the stairs. Gently, he lay the hero on the bed, tucking the blankets around him. “I did not sign up for this.” The villain muttered “this is almost the exact opposite of what I signed up for.”
***
To be continued
Just whumpers with canes.
Something always at their disposal to beat their whumpee with.
To slam down and grind on a hand or foot to keep them in line.
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.
***
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: verbal fighting mentioned, duel, swords, blood, stab wound, impalement.
***
One moment they were fighting, a shouting match started by who knows what. The next it had turned into an all out duel. They were going toe to toe but he began to falter. He needed to end this before he got Hurt or killed. He lunged at his opponent, driving his sword into them.
They look down slowly. Their eyes land on the hilt of a sword that presses against their stomach. They dropped their sword, it falls to the ground wit a clang. The blade is all the way through them. It’s cold in their flesh, a sharp contrast to the warm blood trickling down their back. They can hardly feel the pain over the adrenaline coursing through them.
Then everything catches up to them. They drop to their knees, hands wrapped around the handle. They know better than to pull it out, but their whole mind is alight with pain. It’s hurting them! They need to get it out!
There are hands on their wrists, pulling their hands away.
“You have to leave it be” the owner of the hands whispers
“I’m going to die!” they wail
“Hush, we just need to get you to a hospital”
“You stabbed me”
“You were aiming to cut my head off” he says trembling “I’m so sorry”
Soon there are more people around them. Their voices blur together. Their head is spinning. There are hands on them. Their vision is blurry. They close their eyes.
***
I know I’ve talked about this before but just blood and snow.
The sharp contrast of crimson and sparkling white.
Hot against ice cold
The way the blood bounces of the surface.
The blood creating a clear path for whumper to follow to find their whumpee.
Whumpee’s energy being drained by both cold and blood loss
Sharp ice hurting whumpee further.
Some hero and villain interrogation stuff this time.
CW: electrocution, torture/ interrogation, death mention, blood.
***
“I can’t take this anymore” the young villain screeched “I’m tired of playing nice.”
He grabbed the tied up hero roughly by the chin, forcing them to look at him.
“Why won’t you answer my questions?”
“You really are bad at this whole interrogation thing aren’t you” hero laughed “you couldn’t even intimidate a bunny”
He snatched a cattle prod off a nearby table.
“You’re to much of a coward to actually use it.” The hero snickered.
The villain jammed it into the hero’s side. The hero screamed and convulsed. Eventually villain pulled it away.
“Is that all y-“
They were cut off with a scream as it was slammed back into their side.
“Guess-“
They were hit with it again. This time once it was over all they could do was sit there and pant, trying to catch their breath.
“Finally quiet.” Villain sneered “you talk too much. From now on every time you speak out of turn or don’t answer my questions I’m going to hit you with this.”
“Fuck you, you little prick” hero spat
He electrocuted them again
“I would remember your manners, you are tied up at my mercy after all.” Villain chided “now tell me where your little gang is hidden.”
“Over my dead body!”
Electricity coursed through them. They spat up blood when it was done.
“Oh hero, if you keep this up it will be.”
“Like you have it in you to kill someone with your own hands.”
“Do you really want to find out?”
***
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.
***
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.
Whumper brands whumpee’s face so everyone will always know who they belong to.
Being tied up with fabric hurts way more than you would expect
It may be soft to the touch, but once you put tension on it...
Also it can essentially give you rope burn
Rope bondage type stuff but with barbed wire.
That’s it
That’s the post
Whumpee(s) who just won’t stop moving.
Thrashing against restraints.
Pulling away.
Squirming at the slightest touch.
Their back arching when they’re strapped down.
Running the second they get the chance.
Always fighting.
Whumpee is bound, gaged, and blindfolded before being placed on the table as a center piece at whumper’s party.
