Short and sweet lmao

Cw: knife, stabbing, implied torture, partial nudity (non sexual)

Bram glared at you, before glancing down at the knife he was about to use on Maple.

They were all set up, too. He had the hydrogen peroxide and the bandages all prepared, and they were all chained up. The bruises decorating their bare torso were dark and angry, Bram just needed to add some gashes. Then they’d be perfect.

“Fuck you,” Bram spat, before jamming the tip of the knife into his forearm, just enough to break the skin, a tiny drop of blood rising to the surface.

“Happy?” His eyes were murderous, as he tossed the knife to the ground, ignoring as Maple whimpered. “Now I need to go get a clean knife,” He mumbled.

22- Tied to Something

26- Burnt

Here you go!

Cw: torture, failed escape attempt?, burning, restraints, gagging

Whumpee knew when Whumper said they were going camping, nothing good was going to come from it.

“I didn’t even do anything!” Whumpee cried as Whumper tightened the ropes around their wrists, their back digging uncomfortably into the old bark of a tree. “Please, Whumper!”

“Quiet,” Whumper snapped, their words paired with a harsh slap to the face that left Whumpee seeing stars. While they were dazed, Whumper took the opportunity to shove a rag in between their teeth, tightening it around the back of their head.

Whumpee cried out through the gag, straining against the ropes as Whumper crouched next to the campfire that churned in a stone pit, the angry flames consuming all that it touched.

Whumpee watched with a terrible desperation in their eyes as Whumper stuck the pointed fire poker deep into the flames, whimpering into the cloth. All that came out was a small, muffled sound that barely reached Whumpee’s own ears.

“Pe-ase,” They cried as Whumper pulled the long rod from the flames, examining the tip which had grown red with the heat.

“Shut up,” Whumper growled, straightening up and waving the poker dangerously close to Whumpee’s face. “I saw you looking, you were going to run, I know it!”

Whumpee didn’t known what Whumper was talking about. But with the ratty cloth pressing down their tongue, they had no way to convey this. They knew better than to run! They knew better than to think of running!

But they could only scream as Whumper pressed the tip of the rod against their chest, the skin already marred by scars of the past.

26- Burnt

31- On your feet

Cw: burns, smoking, failed escape attempt

Whumpee’s eyes locked on the rough carpet, the threads digging uncomfortably into their knees. In some ways, they would have preferred the hard wood or concrete they were used to kneeling on.

“I can’t believe you,” Whumper growled, taking a long drag of their cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke from their lips, and Whumpee fought the urge to gag at the wretched stench. “After all I’ve done for you, you still try to escape!”

“I’m sorry,” Whumpee whispered, flinching as Whumper smacked them upside the head.

“Quiet!” They growled, grabbing a fistful of Whumpee’s hair, and wrenching them to their feet. “Not a word from you!”

Whumpee bowed their head, coughing as Whumper blew a puff of smoke directly into their face.

“I feed you, I clothe you, I gave you a nice warm bed-”

Whumpee bit back a scoff. The oversized rags draped over them could barely be considered clothes. The slop they were given wasn’t fit for a pig. The bed they slept in, well, could a dirty mattress on the floor even be considered a bed?

“And you still run from me,” Whumper hissed, leaning in so close to Whumpee they could feel the heat from the burning red end of the cigarette on their face. “I ought to teach you a lesson.”

Whumpee clenched their jaw as Whumper pulled the cigarette from between their lips, and pressed the butt against Whumpee’s bruised neck.

11- Denied Food

31- On your Feet

Aaa thank you anon! if its encouragement that gets you to send an ask, please please please send more! I absolutely love writing them!

I accidentally thought this said "11 and 13" so I wrote it as if that, but I guess 31 still kind of works for this

cw: torture, stress position, cruel/creepy whumper

“What’s your third rule?” Whumper growled, and Whumpee whimpered as they knotted the rough ropes around their tiny wrists, pulling them much too tight.

“Ne-never ask for- for anything,” Whumpee’s voice was raw from all the screaming they had done in the past week, their throat scratchy from disuse.

“That’s right,” Whumper hissed as they thread the rope through a little hook on the ceiling, and pulled it tight, forcing Whumpee to stand straight as their wrists were yanked up high above their head. “And what did you do?”

“I asked for- for food,” Whumpee sobbed as their arms were wrenched even higher, pulling up their entire body so their toes barely brushed the ground.

“Exactly,” Whumper gave the rope another tug, delighting in the little squeak that slipped from Whumpee’s lips as their toes left the ground. “And what happens when you break the rules?”

“I get pun-punished?” Whumpee sobbed, their arms already beginning to burn with the strain, their shoulders feeling as if they were slowly being ripped from their sockets.

“Perfect,” Whumper growled as they tied the end of the rope around another hook on the other side of the room. “Maybe a few hours like this will remind you.”

Whumpee sobbed. “Please,” They twisted, the ropes digging painfully into their wrists. “I- I can't, please!”

“Rule one, don’t speak out of turn,” Whumper snapped, crossing the room so they were standing just in front of Whumpee. “That just earned you two more hours.”

Whumpee cried out as Whumper pushed them, swinging wildly as Whumper laughed. They just wanted a bit of food.

4- Under the Knife

I have another one written for number four here, but what the heck I'll write another

Cw: restraints, torture, scalpels, medical whump, creepy whumper, partial forced nudity (waist up)

Whumpee’s teeth bit down into the rough leather gag strapped to their face, muffling their words and muting their cries. Whumper hummed to themself as they carried a tray of torturous looking instruments to a small stand by the table Whumpee was strapped to. Scalpels and scissors and- oh god. Whumpee’s stomach twisted as nausea began to creep up their throat. Was that a… bone saw?

“Hmm,” Whumper picked up something from the tray, and Whumpee barely dared to look. They let out a sigh of relief, seeing that it was just a marker however. “Where to start…where to start?”

Whumper’s eyes roamed over Whumpee’s exposed body. Except for a pair of thin white cotton shorts they had been forced into, Whumpee was completely exposed, the chilly air of Whumper’s lab pricking their skin.

“Perfect.” Whumper’s lips twisted into a cruel smile, their eyes settling on Whumpee’s abdomen.

Whumpee screamed through the gag as Whumper leaned over them, and began to mark the skin with the marker, creating some sort of intricate design that made Whumpee’s head spin.

Their fingers flexed and curled against the cold metal table they were strapped to. Whumpee knew that in just a moment, it would become warm and sticky with their blood.

Whumper finally stepped back. The marker drawn design curled up Whumpee’s chest, finally stopping around their neck, where the last tendrils of ink snaked up.

Whumpee’s heart was pounding so hard they could feel it in their toes. They thrashed against the leather restraints, but it was useless. They could only watch, their eyes wide and fear stricken as Whumper pulled a surgical mask over their nose and mouth, and pulled on a pair of blue latex gloves, before picking up a small scalpel.

They could only watch as Whumper brought the blade to their abdomen, their chest heaving with labored, terrified breaths, and made the first incision.

20- Manhandling

24- Stress Position

Cw: stress position, manhandling, creepy/cruel Whumper, defiant Whumpee

Whumpee screamed and fought against the gloved hands that dragged them forwards. They sank their teeth into the arm that gripped their shirt, which only earned them a hard slap to the back of their head, as Whumper seemed completely unbothered.

“Stop that,” Whumper grabbed them by the back of their neck, and dragged them into a dark room. “You’re being very disobedient.”

“Good,” Whumpee spat, which only earned them another slap as Whumper grabbed their bound arms, clipping a chain around the shackles. Whumpee cried out as their arms were yanked up from behind them, forcing them to bend over forwards or dislocate both of their shoulders.

“Maybe a few hours like this will teach you,” Whumper growled as they picked up a metal ring from the floor, and clasped it around Whumpee’s neck, forcing their head even further down.

“Please-“ Whumpee gasped, their face turning red as the blood rushed to their head. Their arms were already starting to burn.

“Shut up,” Whumper snapped, stuffing a rag in Whumpee’s mouth, silencing any further protests or pleas.

“When I come back,” Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s hair, and gave it a sharp tug. “you better be ready to behave.”

15- Shocking Developments

17- Stepped on

Cw: implied torture, shock collar, creepy/cruel Whumper, failed escape attempt, restraints,

“STOP IT!” Whumpee screamed, thrashing wildly as Whumper shoved them, falling down the last few steps of the staircase before landing in a heap on her cold concrete basement floor. They scrambled to their feet, unable to do much but back away from Whumper with their hands bound behind their back. “LET ME GO!”

“My god, do you ever shut up?” Whumpee cringed back as Whumper approached them, grabbing them by the collar and throwing them to the ground.

Whumpee cried, kicking out with their legs as Whumper placed a heavy boot on their chest, pinning them to the ground.

“You’re giving me quite a headache,” Whumper growled, stepping down on Whumpee’s chest, forcing the air from their lungs. “I let you out for five minutes, and you try to run. It seems like someone needs to relearn their rules.”

“Puh-lease,” Whumpee wheezed, as Whumper pulled something out of their pocket. Whumpee’s heart nearly stopped as they saw the two metal prongs sticking from the fabric. “Do-don’t-”

“You are not in a position to tell me what to do,” Whumper hissed, as they straddled Whumpee, and fastened the shock collar around their neck, pulling it painfully tight as Whumpee sobbed.

“Now,” Whumper say back on Whumpee’s hips, keeping them pinned to the ground as they pulled the remote to the collar out from their pocket. “What’s your first rule?”

5- Fingore

22- Tied to something

I couldn’t think of anything creative to tie Whumpee to, but I’ve been dying to do the needles in the hands for a while so thank you anon

Cw: fingore, hand whump, tied to a chair, kidnapping, torture, creepy/sadistic whumper

Whumpee thrashed against the coarse ropes that kept them pinned against the stupid chair. They were everywhere, looped around their legs, chest, thighs, even around their neck, preventing them from moving their head too hard lest they strangle themself.

“Wh-Whumper, this isn’t fun-funny,” Whumpee’s voice shook in fear as their kidnapper chuckled, leaning over a table with their back turned.

“Are you sure? I find it quite amusing,” Whumper turned, and Whumpee squinted, tears blurring their vision as they tried to see what Whumper held in their hands.

“I don’t,” Whumpee cringed back as Whumper approached, and they could see. A pincushion, at least three dozen little sewing pins sticking out of the little ball, sewn to look like a tomato. “What- mhm, what are you doing with that,” Whumpee cleared their throat as Whumper grabbed their left hand, and spread it flat over the armrest of the chair, holding it down in place so Whumpee couldn’t curl it back up into a fist, no matter how hard they tried.

“I decided to try something different this time,” Whumper explained as they plucked a few pins from the pin cushion, and set it down in Whumpee’s lap. They placed three of the pins in between their lips to hold, using their left hand to hold down Whumpee’s hand, as they positioned the needle above the joint in their index finger, the tip just barely pricking Whumpee’s skin. “Usually I go straight for the whip, I never have any fun.”

Whumper pressed the pin down into Whumpee’s knuckle, and they screamed.

Hi, this was a bit out of my comfort zone, noncon whump is a bit of a squick for me, so I tried my best to brush over that part while still including it

Cw: implied past noncon, creepy/intimate whumper, implied torture

Whumpee cried out as Whumper tightened the ropes around their wrists, wrenching their arms behind their back so tightly it felt as if their arms were being wrenched from their sockets.

“Oh darling, your cries are just beautiful,” Whumper’s lips ghosted over Whumpee’s ear, their hot breath tickling Whumpee’s skin, goosebumps raising on their arms. They squeezed their legs together as Whumper’s hand fiddled with the hem of their shirt, wrenching it up over Whumpee’s head.

“No-“ They cried out as the fabric bunched up around their shoulders, ducking their chin and pulling forwards their shoulders in an attempt to cover as much of themself as they could.

“Oh, there’s no need to be shy, sweetheart,” Whumper’s fingers brushed against their cheek, slowly trailing down their neck, dancing over their collarbones. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“Please,” Whumpee cried, thrashing against their bonds as Whumper’s hand trailed lower and lower, pausing over their abdomen. Whumpee froze as Whumper pressed down, hissing out a breath of pain as they irritated the fresh bruises. “Please, anything- just not- not that-“

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m just looking,” Thankfully, Whumper’s hand left their body, traveling to Whumper’s pocket, and pulling out a switchblade.

“Now, let’s see if your insides are just as breathtaking,” Whumper positioned the blade as the tip of their sternum, and made the first cut.

6- Teasing

21- Backed into a corner

Cw: implied torture, kidnapping, creepy/intimate whumper, teasing

“Look at you,” Whumper chuckled, stalking forwards like a cat hunting it’s prey, only laughing harder as Whumpee scurried back. “So scared, like a little mouse… so beautiful.”

“Please,” Whumpee whimpered as their back hit a wall, and Whumpee closed in on them. “I- I need to leave- I can’t be here-”

“Darling,” Whumper muttered, placing a hand on the wall next to Whumpee’s head, trapping them between the drywall and their body. “You don’t have a choice.”

“Please,” Whumpee cried, pressing their body against the wall as far away from their kidnapper as they could get. “I- I can’t, please!”

“Already begging,” Whumper laughed, a terrible cruel sound that echoed around the room, ringing in Whumpee’s ears. “I’m just a few days, you’ll be begging for me to kill you.”

Whumpee stopped breathing. They couldn’t handle this. Their weren’t built for stressful situations, and this… “stressful” wasn’t a strong enough word.

“Please,” They sobbed, flinching terribly as Whumper traced a finger along their cheek. “I want to g-go home,” They hiccuped mid sentence, and Whumper chuckled.

“Mousie, this is your home.”

33- Whipped into Shape

38- Fever

Cw: whipping, torture, conditioning, kidnapping, fever, sickness

Whumpee groaned as Whumper hoisted them over their shoulder, their head hitting against their captor’s back.

Whumpee let out a small moan of pain as they were jolted with each step Whumper took. It felt as if their head was stuffed with fluffy white cotton, making it hard to think straight.

They could barely keep their eyes open as Whumper carried them through the halls, but a terrible sense of foreboding settled over their twisted stomach as Whumper entered a painfully familiar room.

“Please,” Whumpee groaned as Whumper dropped them, their body falling limp to the concrete floor. “Not- not now.”

“A dumb little cold isn’t going to get you out of your punishment,” Whumper growled, grabbing Whumpee by the wrists, and quickly fastening them to the whipping post.

Whumpee sighed as they pressed their sweaty forehead against the cool metal. Goosebumps pricked their skin as Whumper cut their shirt right off their back, and stepped away, picking up the whip.

“Now, remind me what your third rule is?”

“I- uh,” Whumpee couldn’t remember. Their head was too foggy, they couldn’t think.

They could only scream as the whip cracked across their bare skin.

33- Whipped into Shape

Mmmm

Good soup

Cw: torture, whipping, kidnapping, creepy/cruel Whumper

“I’m going to give you to the count of three,” Whumper’s voice seemed to snake through the air, their words wrapping around Whumpee’s throat like a noose pulled tight, making it hard for them to breathe. Their chest burned, heaving up and down in breaths that didn’t seem to draw in any air. “You have until then to tell me who you work for.”

Whumpee’s heart was pounding twice as fast as it should have been, their chest pressed flush against the metal post in the center of the room.

“One.”

Whumpee tried to twist their head, to get a glimpse at Whumper, and the recording equipment set up behind them, the little green light on the side of the camera indicating that it was recording each of their movements.

“Two.”

Whumper’s face was expressionless, a cool mask of indifference settling across their hard features. Whumpee’s heart nearly stopped dead in their chest as they saw the braided leather whip Whumper held in their left hand, stained with the blood of its pet victims.

“Three.”

Whumper paused a second after, to see if Whumpee was going to say anything. When the only sound that met their ears was Whumpee’s sporadic breathing, they drew back their arm, and cracked the whip against Whumpee’s exposed, bare back.

A terrible scream filled the small room, as Whumpee’s back arched, white hot agony racing down their spine, burning their skin like it was on fire. The little lead beads stitched onto the tail of the whip clattered against the ground, blood splattering across the concrete as Whumper pulled back their arm once more.

“Anything to say?” They asked, hesitating before the next lash.

“Not to you.” Whumpee grit out, their voice cracking as the whip split another long line across their back, making an X over the first one.

“This only has to last as long as you make it,” Whumper reminded, before pulling back their arm for a third.

24- Stress Position

I had to think for this one, anon. First thought I’ve had in months

Cw: torture, stress position, noose, conditioning, cruel whumper, dehumanization

“Please!” Whumpee screamed, begging for someone, anyone to listen. “I can’t take this, please!”

It had only been a few hours, but their entire body was on fire. A burning agony shot through their muscles with each little twist and twitch, the amount of energy it took to just keep themself upright draining them completely. Their throat had long since gone raw from yelling, begging Whumper to come back. They’d take the ant beating over this, they’d take the whip, pleas, just let them down-

“Do you ever shut up?” Whumper slammed open the door, stomping into the room. Whumpee nearly sobbed with relief, sagging slightly in their restraints, before remembering that they needed to stand up straight as the rope cut into their throat, making them choke.

“Please, Whumper, please, I- I promise, I’ll never- never do it again!” Whumpee cried in between labored breaths. After spending hours balancing on a the stupid wooden block, the noose around their neck preventing them from moving even an inch, both the physical and emotional stress were causing their chest to go tight.

“Hmm.” Whumper stalked closer, looking Whumpee up and down, from the tips of their toes positioned on the block, to their hands and other leg bound awkwardly together, to the rope skillfully tied around their throat. “I’m surprised your still breathing,” They admitted. “But how can I be sure you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Please, I- I’ve learned, please!” Whumpee gasped, their throat beginning to close off. What if Whumper never let them down? They didn’t think they could balance much longer. “Ple-please!”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, you dumb mutt,” Whumper snapped. “Maybe another half an hour will remind you of your rules, since it seems you’ve forgotten.”

Whumpee let out a sob as Whumper stalked away. They couldn’t take it any longer.

3- An Unexpected Guest

32- Beaten

Cw: cursing, beating

Whumpee looked up from their book as the doorbell rang, letting out a deep sigh before glancing down at the blanket that covered their lap, and the cup of tea just within their reach.

The doorbell rang again, whoever it was was impatient, Whumpee noted, scowling as they tossed the blanket off their lap and stood up. Who even used doorbells anymore? And who came by without announcing beforehand? Some asshole intent on ruining their relaxing night, that was for sure.

“I’m coming!” Whumpee shouted as the doorbell rang a third time, their face twisting in annoyance. This person really needed to chill.

Whumpee quickly undid the lock, and threw open the door.

“What do you-“ Whumpee’s words turned into a cry as a fist slammed into their face, and they stumbled backwards, clutching their nose. “What the fuck?!” They screamed, as whoever had hit them stepped into the house, quickly closing and locking the door behind them. “Who- who are you?”

“You know who I am, Whumpee,” The stranger hissed, quickly kicking Whumpee to the ground.

“HELP! SOMEBODY H-“ Whumpee screamed, before the stranger kicked them in the ribs, cutting off their cry for help.

“None of that, now,” Whumper snapped. “I have you all to myself for the next hour, I don’t need the police interrupting us.”