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Self-degradation kink: you Tell me what a pathetic little slut you are. Tell me how you much you love showing off. Tell me how you love being used like the fucktoy you are and desperately need cum dripping from all your holes. No matter where you are, you've always got cock on your dumb little mind. Gosh, you are a useful whore aren't you?
For dayssss now i’ve had a fantasy where i’ve got a woman i love and trust more than anyone in the world…. and one day she opens me up for free use to dozens of people. lovingly she prepares me, and after weeks with her trying new toys of all sizes and means on my tight butch boypussy, she lays me on a short table, hands delicate and all-knowing as they trace my curves and veins and tighten the constraints on my wrists, as they adjust the spreader bar that keeps me wide open and vulnerable. i’m terrified and already slick with fear as she drags her finger between my pussy lips and sighs such a sweet, proud, dreamy sigh, as she tells me in her firm, quiet voice how amazing it is that i’m already slick for the others. she tells me she’s going to make sure they take excellent care of me, as i’m hers and she will be watching over every little flick of the finger, every penetrative thrust and moan. she isn’t lying to me; i watch as she turns away people who she knows would remind me of horrible nights. she is the one i trust, and she knows far better than to strip me of that belief. she plays with my hair and holds my hands, cuffed helplessly above my head so no matter how overstimulated i don’t move to stop the guests from their pleasure. present and waiting, they eye me curiously, hungrily, and my woman keeps her fingers in my hair. before i know it i’m gasping as the first tip brushes against me, and as each strap, gock, and finger penetrates my ravenous pussy, dripping cum and slick all over my cunt and ass, as each vibrator or finger or grinding member slides against my extremely sensitive, swollen cunt, she watches. she pulls my hair when i misbehave and when she’s not thinking of my pain but of my tight wet pussy and the way she knows it must be clenching around that guest’s cock. i whine, i whimper, i cry, i howl, i scream, i plead, i beg: for more, for less, to stop, to be set free, to be given every inch, and i whine nearly unintelligible cries of gratitude for being able to take every inch. my eyes roll into the back of my head with each thrust until i no longer have the strength to focus my gaze on the person using me for even a second. my mouth is open and gaping, my jaw limp, as each sigh and gasp and groan and moan and cry escapes my throat. i feel fingers on my neck and over and in my mouth. i feel every fucking thrust and i beg for more. i need everything inside of me at once. i need to be fucked until i’m laying in le petite morte, passed out soaked and still fuckable, still useable. my woman keeps the line going and praises my loudness as more guests gather to watch and join. my legs are shaking so violently a few guests laugh in surprise. she smiles, i smile before i’m too weak to raise my head, and the bar keeps me open. i’m spread, weak, vulnerable, horrified and scared beyond imagination… but my woman keeps her hand on my shoulder, her fingers in my hair, her breath and hushed praise in my ear…. and i take every strap, every tease, like the good submissive butch slut i am.
cis men dni, please.
using my lil slut to make money for me.....sure, of course, there’s plenty of in-person opportunities - bending you over and spreading your legs in a bar and taking cash, or renting you out for private events....but what about for the poor souls who can’t use you in person?
setting up an account to post videos and audios of my baby getting ruined, and being able to use that money to buy more toys (it’s not cheap having a little whore who needs their holes stretched!) but holding the camera close to get every whimper and plea and tear and making you fuck yourself on their toys, sobbing about being a good little cam star, about how much you love this, about how you never want to stop.
maybe, i’ll even take suggestions from commenters. reading allowed cruel punishments and watching the helpless tears start up again, but you know better than to misbehave - the video where i punished you is by far our most popular and people are dying to see you so pathetic and humiliated for their entertainment <3
cannot stop thinking about and craving GIRLS. girls who cry about how it’s too much, but when you pull away they’re desperately trying to pull you back in… girls who do those quiet, pathetic little sobs when they’re overstimulated, thighs quivering and chest heaving, but they immediately regret it and beg for more when you finally give into their pleas to stop; dumb girls who are so far gone, they’ve cum so many times, that they don’t even know what they want anymore… girls who drool and whine and babble because their mushy little brain can't form a cohesive sentence… girls… i need one right NEOW :(
it's insane how sensitive i am, i can make myself cum back to back within a minute, as many times as i want, and i don't have someone to take advantage of that?! my fingers get so tired and i'm afraid i'll pass out if i keep going, but you'd take care of that for me, right? lay me down and inch your big strap into my tight pussy, hold a vibrator on my clit until i cum over and over and over again. as many times as you want me to, keep going until i'm beyond begging you to stop. use my body until i'm crying and fucked too dumb to remember anything but your name.
Broken Rules
“Please stop, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, please!” I have tears in my eyes as I stare up at him. He smiles darkly and shakes his head at me, “Oh no honey, I don’t think you’re sorry enough yet.” He clicks the remote in his hand and I arch my back and scream.
My arms are tied behind my back and my legs straddle the fucking machine as it pounds into me at a faster speed than before. There’s a vibrator on my clit and clamps on my nipples and I’ve already cum three times from the onslaught of relentless stimulation.
He’d come home from work and found me splayed out on the bed, playing with my pussy, breaking his number one rule. I’m not allowed to touch my pussy without his permission but I was so horny and drippy that I couldn’t help myself. And now, I'm paying for it.
He's sitting in an armchair, still fully-clothed, nursing a glass of whiskey while he watches me come apart over and over again on a machine.
"Oh honey, are you about to cum again?" He coos at me, fake sympathy lacing his voice as he clicks the remote a second time, making the machine kick up another notch. I can feel the dildo battering the walls of my pussy, hammering into my cervix with every thrust, making my body shake from the mixture of pain and pleasure. The vibrator on my clit hums away without faltering, pushing me towards another orgasm.
I can feel my fourth orgasm just around the corner, the overstimulation making my brain fuzzy and my thoughts scrambled. "Cum honey, let me see you fall apart again," he purrs and I fall apart. My cunt gushes around the fake cock deep inside of me and I wail as the orgasm barrels over me.
"No more! Please! I can't take anymore, please!" I'm screaming as I sob out my apologies and beg him for mercy. But he has none. "I think you can handle a few more, you had so much bravado when you were playing with yourself earlier, disobeying me. Now you're too weak to handle your punishment?"
I writhe as much as I can on top of the machine, barely coherent as I feel my body seize from the painful pleasure. The overstimulation is making my vision starry and I can't control the noises coming out of my mouth. If someone were listening to us, they'd think I was being horribly tortured by the way I'm screaming.
I hear the far away sound of his belt clinking and I see him unbuckle himself and pull out his hard cock. He groans as he lazily strokes himself, watching me get ravaged by the machine. "Do you think you're sorry enough to deserve my cock now, honey?"
"Please! Yes! Please give me your cock, I'm so sorry!" I beg him. My pussy walls are clenching down on the dildo, wishing it was his cock inside of me instead. He smiles maliciously at me, "How about you cum one more time for me? And then I'll consider fucking you with my cock."
I sob brokenly as the overstimulation continues. My clit is throbbing and pulsing under the vibrator and my thighs are slick with my own wetness. I can feel myself approaching another orgasm despite the exhaustion that makes me want to collapse.
"Hm I think we should turn this machine up as high as it goes for your final orgasm, honey," he murmurs and before I have time to protest, I hear the remote click rapidly. The machine reacts immediately, the fake cock drills into me faster than before and the vibrator reaches maximum intensity, pummeling my poor little clit. I let out a guttural wail as I erupt. I feel my orgasm rush through my body, my pussy squirting my release all over the machine and the floor. My eyes roll back into my head and I feel myself fade from consciousness.
When I regain my senses, I'm no longer tied to the machine. I'm laying in our bed, my body limp and exhausted. He's holding me gently, cradling my fucked out body in his arms.
"You okay, honey?" He asks, gently pushing my hair off my forehead. I smile lazily up at him, "I'm great." He smiles back at me, "Good, because you still need to take my cock and I think I can force a few more orgasms out of you."
I feel my pussy clench in response and I know I'm in for a long night.
New Toy
I hear the doorbell ring and run to answer it. A glance into the peephole reveals an innocuous brown box sitting on my doorstep and it sends a spark through my body. Excitement is making my heartbeat faster as I open the door to quickly grab my newly-delivered package. I rip through the tape and reveal my brand new toy.
A pretty, hot pink rabbit vibrator that can run for hours on a single charge with a bulbous vibrating dildo that’s engineered to relentlessly target my g-spot while the rabbit ears ravage my clit with seven different vibration settings. The smooth silicone of the toy feels cool to the touch as I pull it out of its packaging and I turn it on experimentally. The toy hums to life, the dual vibrations making my hand tingle and my pussy clench in excitement.
I check the charge, 90% full, and take off towards my bedroom. In no time, I’m splayed out on the bed, completely naked, running the vibrating toy against my body, teasing my skin. I can feel my pussy dripping, my clit throbbing with anticipation as I pluck at my nipples with my free hand. Tentatively, I gently run the toy against my pussy, gasping softly at the sensation. I’m using the lowest setting and I can already feel it making my head spin from pleasure.
I run the head of the toy up and down my slit, coating the silicone with my wetness before beginning to push the head of the toy in. The vibrations and the stretch of the dildo inside of me makes me moan deeply but I don’t slow. I can feel my pussy clenching rhythmically around the toy, pulling the fake cock deeper inside of me.
With a cry, I feel it bottom out inside of me. The vibrating head stimulates my g-spot, making me shift my hips and whimper as the rabbit ears line up with my clit perfectly. My legs are shaking slightly at the stimulation, my pussy is dripping around the toy, and I can feel my juices sliding onto the bed. I’m too out of my mind with pleasure to try to be quiet as I moan and whimper from the toy.
I can feel my orgasm approaching as the toy pushes me closer and closer. I reach down and turn the toy up one setting, crying out in response to the pleasure that slams into me. My pussy clenches and I erupt in a shaking orgasm that leaves me gasping for breath. I can feel the overwhelming vibrations pushing me towards overstimulation so I reach down to pull the toy out and turn it off.
“Don’t stop now, darling.” I let out a sharp scream and sit up on the bed. My eyes meet his and my heart pounds when he raises an eyebrow and looks disapprovingly at me. He’s home early. “I- I’m sorry, honey, I was just—”
“Just what, darling? Just disobeying my orders and being a bad little girl? Is that what you were doing?” His voice is demeaning and chastising at the same time, making my cheeks flush a little.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, my voice meek as I look down at the dripping toy sitting on the bed.
“Since you started the job, I suppose I should finish it now,” he says, scooping up the toy to examine it. My cheeks are flaming red now as he clicks on the toy, hearing the sound of the vibrator fill the silence of the room.
“Lay back down,” he says, his voice offering no room for objection. I lay back down slowly, feeling apprehension fill my stomach. He stands above me and smirks. Before I can react, he’s on top of me, one hand around my throat, the other pressing the vibrating end of the toy against my clit.
I gasp out a cry as the pleasure hits me, making me squirm. He leans down and captures my lips in a dominating kiss. I arch up towards him, feeling his tongue brush against mine. He presses the vibrator harder against my clit and I moan brokenly into the kiss, shifting my hips in an attempt to lessen the overwhelming pleasure.
He pulls away from my lips and smiles smugly down at me. “You were so pretty playing with your toy earlier. Now, I wanna see you scream,” his voice wraps around me, making me tremble a little. He pushes the toy inside of me, giving my clit a moment of respite that is short-lived when the ears of the rabbit wrap around my clit as the toy batters my g-spot.
I arch my back and scream at the feeling, my orgasm building rapidly. “That’s it, darling, doesn’t that feel so good?” His voice mocks me through the haze of pleasure making my brain fuzzy. I whine loudly as I feel my orgasm right around the corner, my hips thrusting slightly. I’m so close, I can feel my orgasm just moments away from exploding when suddenly, he rips the toy out of me.
I whimper loudly as I stare up at him, pleadingly. “Please, daddy, please can I cum?”
He laughs darkly, “Oh no, darling. You were a bad girl today, and bad girls don’t deserve to cum.” His hand runs softly against my pussy, before suddenly landing a slap against me. I arch and let out a shriek, the sting making my pussy clench and the pain pushing my orgasm even further away.
“I think we’re going to need to keep you still, darling. Little whores like you just can’t be trusted to obey orders,” he says into my ear as he grabs both my wrists. I whine softly as I watch him use the cuffs attached to our bedposts to secure my wrists. He does the same with my ankles before coming back to kiss me softly. “You remember our safe word?” he murmurs against my lips. I nod my head and his grins deviously at me.
I gasp as he slams the toy back into my cunt, the vibrations slamming into my g-spot and clit simultaneously. I pull against the cuffs on my ankles and wrist, feeling the pleasure hit me like a truck. I thrash and shake my head as the toy pushes me closer and closer to another orgasm as I whimper. His fingers pluck roughly at my nipples and the extra stimulation makes my eyes roll into my head as I arch closer to him. I can feel my orgasm within reach again, but he swiftly pulls the toy out, leaving my pussy clenching around nothing and my clit throbbing in need.
I sob, begging him to please let me cum as I shake slightly in my restraints. He chuckles darkly, “Not yet, darling. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
He forces me to edge, cruelly ripping away each and every orgasm repeatedly, for the next hour. I’ve begged so much that I’m just babbling now, my voice shaking with sobs and moans as I desperately and futilely chase the pleasure he withholds from me.
“Please, please, daddy, please let me cum!” I whine as he presses the toy deep inside of me again. “Are you sure you want to cum, darling?” He says softly into my ear.
“Yes, yes, please!” I beg him, barely coherent enough to say more as I feel myself climbing towards another orgasm. “No,” he purrs as he clicks the vibrator up a notch.
The added stimulation makes me wail as my orgasm explodes in me, despite my best efforts to obey his orders. My pussy clenches down on the toy as my release sprays out of me. My throat aches a little from my scream as I gasp for breath. I squirm on the bed, pulling at my wrists and ankles as I feel the toy still targeting my most sensitive spots without stopping.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry daddy!” I gasp out, feeling tears start to gather in my eyes from the overstimulation.
“What a bad little girl you are, I gave you one rule and you couldn’t even listen to that,” he says, his voice filled with condescension. “Well, you wanted to cum, so I’ll make you cum,” his voice holds a dark promise as he clicks the toy up another setting.
I scream and writhe on the bed, my legs desperately trying to close to protect my overstimulated pussy to no avail. He’s secured me too tightly for me to escape as he holds the toy inside of me, showing no mercy.
Another orgasm is building, the feeling overwhelming my senses as I scream it out. My pussy is gushing around the toy and there’s nothing I can do except feel as the pleasure hits. I’m incoherent, crying and begging him to stop as he ignores my pleas.
The next orgasm seems to blend into my previous one, pushing my body to its brink. I vaguely register tears on my cheeks but I’m too far gone to care about anything beyond the painful pleasure ravaging my body. My pleas have turned into meaningless babbles as the pleasure makes my brain short-circuit.
Then, I feel the toy stop. He turned off the vibrations, but left the toy shoved deep inside my cunt. I gasp and shake as my body tries its best to recover from the onslaught of orgasms he’d forced from me. I feel his hands gently brush away the tears on my face and he kisses my forehead softly. I force my eyes to open despite my exhaustion and I stare up at him.
“We’re not done yet, darling,” he says, smirking down at me. I shake my head with a whine, “Please, daddy, I can’t take anymore.”
“Hm, well you should have thought of that before you disobeyed me,” he says mockingly, his words making me whimper.
“Now, I’ll forgive you and we can move on if you can do something for me,” his voice is playful as he gently runs his fingers along my soaking cunt, tweaking my clit a little to make me twitch.
“Please, daddy! Please, I’ll do anything!” I beg him.
He smiles darkly at me. “It looks like your new toy might be a little too strong for you, darling. We’ve only gotten up to the fourth highest setting and you’re already crying. But, if you can handle it at its highest setting for the next ten minutes, then I’m willing to forgive you for today’s disobedience.”
My eyes widen and I open my mouth to plead with him, there’s no way I can handle that, it’s too much. Before I can even get a word out, he reaches down and flicks the toy up to the highest setting.
“Ten minutes starts now,” he says, his voice devilish and unforgiving. I wail, thrashing, doing anything I can to dislodge the toy wreaking havoc on my body. Despite the painful overstimulation, my orgasm is already cresting, the pleasure slamming into my body relentlessly. My pussy is milking the toy, my clit burning from the vibrations.
I’m pleasure-drunk and incoherent as the toy forces another orgasm out of me, my pussy squirting onto the already soaking bed. Vaguely, I hear his voice in the background, “Nine minutes left, darling.” I scream.
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Idea Credit to @roseswithbadintentions
I want a dom to film me while they fuck me blindfolded. My whimpers and moans and slutty chanting unknowingly caught on video. They send me clips unexpectedly that send shivers down my spine and tingles to my cock at the memory. My voice slurred by mindless arousal, repeating, "I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy," while my hard, wet cock is being rubbed back and forth. Another of me spreading my fucked out holes while moaning, "please fuck my greedy holes, please play with your needy toy, please, please, please." another of me yelling, "thankyou-thankyou-thankyousomuch" while they spank my cock as I cum. The last one of them pushing up the blindfold and spitting in my open mouth, watching me look past the camera at them as they push their cock into my drooling mouth. Along with their message, "we should do this again."
Nothing cuter than a girl begging you to stop touching her while she’s being overstimulated
“You’re getting so close baby..I need you to cum for me now, show me why you begged so much for this” Sitting next to her with a vibrator between her legs, looking down on her until she can’t hold it anymore “You did so well baby, you’re such a good girl I’m so proud of you..Look at how much your pussy is throbbing, isn’t that cute?” But her relieved face changes when I don’t take the vibrator off her clit
“Awwh..it hurts? I know, angel, I know it hurts. But you begged to cum so much, I can’t stop now no matter how much you beg me to..” She tries to close her legs but I keep them spread out, kissing her forehead and whispering “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. You’re going to keep taking it for me now, and I need you to get close again sweetheart. You’re going to be good for me, won’t you?”
Tears falling down her cheeks, her whimpers getting louder, grabbing onto the bedsheets and nodding with her head “That’s my good girl..I know you enjoy this deep down, baby. I know you love it even if it hurts. Then say it, thank me for doing this to you. Thank me for forcing you to cum again. Use your words sweetheart and say it..”
Shuttering and struggling to say coherent words, tearing up and whining like the pretty little girl she is. Making me turn up the setting to get her closer “You’re going to cum again now, love. You want to make me proud, don’t you? Then get close right now because I need you to make a fucking mess for me..” her legs shaking, her clit now swollen and sore. Coming no matter how sensitive she is
“God you’re so precious…I’m so proud of you baby I knew you could do it..” Caressing her cheeks with my thumb and kissing her lips “It did hurt a little, didn’t it?” I giggle and kiss her again “You still did amazing, you’re such a good girl, now come lay on my chest. I want to snuggle my princes, you earned it..” With her head on my chest, my fingers playing with her hair. And her pussy still swollen and sensitive, there really is nothing cuter than this
I have work at 9:30 am today and by the time I get back in 6 hours there BETTER be girlcock, boy cunt, and nonbinary everything IN MY DMS!!! (Pls I will compliment you and beg and call you pretty and be so so nice to you and totally not tell you how miserably I need to whine and gnash and frot and grind into you like a good little doggy)
nonhuman whumper OR nonhuman whumpee // blood and gore OR mindbreak // chained up tightly in the basement OR kept in a cage // whumpee that is terrified of death OR whumpee that begs for it // bad ending (whumpee stays trapped forever) OR good ending (escape + recovery arc) // non-con touching OR starving whumpee of physical contact // whumper that meticulously stalked whumpee before kidnapping them OR whumper that saw a random person they liked and grabbed them on the fly // “stubborn and silent” whumpee turned crying and begging OR feisty talkative whumpee turned broken and mute // whumper that explains to whumpee in great detail why they took and are torturing them OR whumper that refuses to tell whumpee anything no matter how much they beg // whumpee that is constantly physically restrained OR whumpee with their limbs free and a shock collar // innocent whumpee that is desperately trying to find an answer to “why me” OR guilty whumpee still trying to run from their past // whumper turned into ex-whumpee’s whumpee and accepts the punishment out of guilt OR whumper turned caretaker for the ex-whumpee out of guilt
this or that — whump edition
tried my hand at making a whump game (mostly based around my own tastes) except the choices accidentally get progressively more and more specific :P
feel free to reblog with your own opinions in bold/color and/or tag anyone else to play!
nonhuman whumper OR nonhuman whumpee // blood and gore OR mindbreak // chained up tightly in the basement OR kept in a cage // whumpee that is terrified of death OR whumpee that begs for it // bad ending (whumpee stays trapped forever) OR good ending (escape + recovery arc) // non-con touching OR starving whumpee of physical contact // whumper that meticulously stalked whumpee before kidnapping them OR whumper that saw a random person they liked and grabbed them on the fly // “stubborn and silent” whumpee turned crying and begging OR feisty talkative whumpee turned broken and mute // whumper that explains to whumpee in great detail why they took and are torturing them OR whumper that refuses to tell whumpee anything no matter how much they beg // whumpee that is constantly physically restrained OR whumpee with their limbs free and a shock collar // innocent whumpee that is desperately trying to find an answer to “why me” OR guilty whumpee still trying to run from their past // whumper turned into ex-whumpee’s whumpee and accepts the punishment out of guilt OR whumper turned caretaker for the ex-whumpee out of guilt
hope you enjoyed <3
Short #1
Inspired by: Montammil prompts
Prompt 1: “N-no, no, no! Please! Anything… but that!”
Contents: Fear, Begging, Kidnapped, Blind/ Disability, Sensory Deprivation, Implied Past Torture, Creepy Whumper, Bound/ Tied Up.
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The familiar sound of the metal door scratching the floor raises the hairs on Jaydens neck. His body naturally tensing up, unable to move due to the thick ropes strapping him down to a chair.
“Morning Jayden, how are you feeling today?” His captor asked.
Jaydens voice got caught in his throat from fear and the lack of moisture in his mouth. Deprived of water and food for the past couple of days.
“It’s rude to ignore a question Jayden. I thought I taught you better than that.”
Jayden’s ears perked up as his captor walked with heavy foot steps towards him. His fists gripped the arms of the chair in anticipation. His heart beat increasing with every step. His captor stops just before the tips of their toes meet. He leans forward, unbeknownst to Jayden.
“It’s too bad you’re blind… your eyes look like emerald jewels."
Jaydens heard that statement more times than he can count. He used to love hearing people compliment his eyes, but now all he wants to do is keep them closed so that he can't see them.
Jayden let out a quiet gasp when he felt a hand lay on his head. His captor started to ruffle his hair. Jayden stayed still, confused as to why there hasn't been any pain yet.
"Well, I don't feel like hurting you today, not physically anyway. No, today's going to be a little nostalgic."
Nostalgic, what does that mean? His captors hand lifted off his head and he could hear his heavy footsteps moving farther away.
"You wouldn't have to go through this again if you had just cooperated. I know how much you hate the headphones."
Jayden's heart skipped, his muscles tensing, his hairs standing on end. He couldn't stand not being able to hear, it was the one sense he had honed perfectly. When he couldn't hear, it felt as though he didn't exist, all he had were the voices in his head. He didn't want to go through that again.
"N-no, no, no! Please! Anything… but that!"
His raspy voice found a way to break free from the dryness of his throat. He was even surprised that he could form a sentence.
His captors footsteps echoed throughout the room. Jayden pulled on his restraints hopelessly. A low chuckle followed the footsteps as they came to a stop.
"You had your chance Jayden. How else are you supposed to learn if you aren't taught a lesson?"
Jayden coughed to try and clear his throat. "I-I'm sorry, please don't put those on me. I understand what I did wrong, I-I'll answer you from now on... just please." Jayden felt his eyes being glossed over with tears.
"Oh Jayden, as much as I would love to believe that. I need to guarantee that you'll behave, this is the only way. Besides, this time you'll have some noise in your headphones, it won't just be static."
Jayden couldn't control his breathing, his hands were shaking. He tried to sink further into the chair to see if it would make him smaller. He whined as the headphones clamped onto his ears. His tears finally started to fall. He could hear a muffled voice say, "beautiful."
There wasn't any sound like his captor said there would be. Why would he lie to me about that? Jaydens heart practically jumps through his chest as intense screaming threatens to burst his ear drums. They were his screams... his own crying, screaming, begging was being played back to him at a volume where he couldn't even hear himself talk.
"NO NO NO, I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN, PLEASE TURN IT OFF! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY. TAKE THEM OFF!"
Jayden could feel his throat strip from yelling, but he couldn't hear himself. The screaming was unrelenting and it felt as though his ears were going to start bleeding. He shook his head around hoping the headphones would fall off, he pulled at the restraints to free his hands, nothing was working. There was no mercy for Jayden, all he could do was listen and pray that he didn't lose his hearing.
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Date: Feb 17, 2023
Pleasure in Pain
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Contents: Whump, Fear, Torture, Revenge, Whumper Turned Whumpee, Vampire Whump, Hurt/No Comfort, Silent Begging, Defiant Whumpee, Cut Open, Organs Exposed.
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Cordova struggled against the silver restraints as best he could, fighting the paralyzing sensation of the searing pain. His body was stretched out and bound to a table. He couldn’t believe how reckless he had been, to allow a human to catch him by surprise.
The silver door opened, the human looking at the rabid vampire with a tired expression. “Don’t you guys ever sleep, all you’ve been doing is making noise since I brought you here. Aren’t you tired?”
Cordova growled in response, attempting to pull himself up off the table. The human pressed a button and the table lifted itself so the Cordova was at an incline. He leaned forward and tried to intimidate the human, “I swear, when I get out of these, I will rip your throat out and ring you dry.”
“Jeez, you don’t even want to introduce yourself first. I thought vampires were suppose to be all proper and shit. Fine I’ll start, my name is Rojan, now what’s your name?”
“Like I’d tell you, human.” Cordova growled.
Rojan sighed. “You know, being all mean and gloomy isn’t going to help your case. Not that I’m going to treat you nice or anything, but you might catch me in a good mood.” Rojan grabbed a silver knife out of the holster on his left side. “I wonder… have you ever been cut by a blade before… have you ever experienced pain in your life up until now. I doubt it.”
Cordova tensed but his defiant attitude didn’t waver. He glared down at the human, constantly looking at his neck.
“You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here. Not that it’s much of mystery, but I want to tell you a little bit about the reason why. You see, I’m sure you’ve noticed, but I’m not that young anymore. I have a family, or well, it isn’t so whole anymore. My daughter… she was taken from me… by a vampire. My wife and I, well, let’s just say we made a hobby out of our family trauma. We kidnap, torture, and kill vampires… because we don’t want anyone else’s kid to be swooped up by monsters like you. So, although you didn’t take my daughter specifically, you were going to take someone’s the night I took you. I couldn’t stand idly by.”
“You think I give a damn what you think of me human. You’re weak and pathetic…”, Cordova chuckles, “and clearly your daughter was too.”
Rojan was furious. He walked up to the struggling vampire and laid his blade on his chest. Cordova hissed and bared his teeth at the human. Rojan pushed his blade down into Cordovas chest and pulled his knife down, creating an opening that revealed his ribcage. Cordova held back a scream but couldn’t stop a tear going down his cheek. He had never felt pain like this before. He could feel his body attempting to seal the wound, but the human didn’t let up. Every time the wound closed, he would reopen it over and over… and over again. Until one time, the human decided to cut a little deeper, exposed organs made Rojan smile.
“Now this is where it gets fun.” Rojan stared at Cordovas insides like a kid on Christmas. He simply touched the tip of his blade to his liver and Cordova wailed. His body was shaking, he couldn’t describe what he was feeling, it was unnatural, unholy. Rojan laughed at his pain and moved onto his intestines. He made a long precise cut and Cordova could barely make a sound. Tears were streaming, his eyes wide, and despite healing fast, that didn’t stop the pain.
Rojan continued to play with the vampires insides, constantly reopening wounds for what felt like hours. At some point, with Cordovas head lolled to the side, Rojan decided to see how the vampire was doing. They made eye contact, only there was no defiance in Cordova anymore. With pleading eyes, he looked down at Rojan and croaked out a simple, “please…”, barely above a whisper.
“Oh poor vampire, but I was just starting to enjoy this.”
Cordova sniffles back his tears, relieved that the human took a break from cutting, even if it was just to answer him.
“Tell you what, if you tell me your name, I’ll stop for today. Deal?”
Cordovas eyes glazed at the thought of being relieved of this torture. Defiance wasn’t on his mind, at least not for now. All he wanted was to heal. “I-it’s Cordova”.
“That’s quite the name. I guess I’ll leave you alone for now. Oh, but do you mind holding onto this for me?” Rojan plunged his knife straight through the vampire. He missed the organs, but pierced through his back. Cordova cried out as his skin attempted to heal around the knife, the handle peeking out as a reminder. He stayed perfectly still, not wanting the feel the knife touch his insides. His breathing was heavy, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the handle.
With a big smile, Rojan said, “Well then, see you tomorrow… Cordova.”
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Date: Feb 18, 2023
Whumpril 2023
Pleasure in Pain #4
Day 1: Panic Attack
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Contents: TW threatened with burning, TW panic attack, Vampire Whumpee, Female Whumper, Whumper Turned Whumpee, Begging, Fear.
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With Lilith’s hand rested lazily on the lever, Cordova could feel his vision blur as he started to zone out. He began to feel his heart pounding as if trying to escape, his body was working overtime to compensate for the speed of his heart rate. His breath was labored as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world for him to breathe. He could feel the tips of his fingers tingling almost numbingly. He could have sworn that he could here his own blood circulating in his ears. His body was incredibly tense and yet he felt like his soul could leave his body at any second, if he had one that is. What’s happening to me? He had never experienced such an event, all he knew was that he wanted it to stop, but it wasn’t showing any sign of letting up. His chest was heaving and his hands shook against the silver restraints.
“Woah, no way.” Lilith looked on curiously. “You’re showing symptoms of a panic attack. I didn’t even know you could experience those. Fascinating.”
Cordova felt a his chest tighten as if a weight had been dropped on top of him, followed by a lump forming in his throat. What’s a panic attack? Am I really having one, is this normal?
“Listen, I’m not one for comforting, but maybe if I open the roof then you’ll snap out of it on your own.”
Through his wide-lens view, he saw Lilith pull the lever down enthusiastically. Almost immediately he was brought back to reality, his fight-or-flight trying to activate. He had never felt so much fear in his life, but he knew he never wanted the sun to touch even a hair on him ever again. The ceiling rumbled as the doorway to the sky was peeling itself away. He finally pushed the lump on his throat deep down and found his voice. He didn’t even think about what he was saying, it didn’t matter. “WAIT! WAIT! PLEASE! Please stop, please please please I’m begging you, please don’t let the sun in, please please, I can’t take it again, do anything you want to me, ANYTHING, just please don’t… d-don’t burn me.” Cordova continued to mutter incoherent pleas like a broken record player.
Lilith grinned from ear to ear as butterflies swarmed her stomach. She brought the lever to a middle placement to stop the ceiling from opening any further, but it didn’t retreat back. Cordova looked up at the ceiling and took a breath of relief as he laid his head back on the table.
“Oh, poor vampire. The sun frightens you so much that your own fear induces a panic attack in response to your trauma. I’d almost consider that human. But tell me, why shouldn’t I burn you? What’s going to stop me?”
Cordova lolled his forward so he could see Lilith. Her fingers danced along the lever as she leaned her back against the wall. How could I make her get away from that thing? He tried to think of what made her go over there in the first place. He remembered her faltering slightly when he cursed and threatened her, when he lashed out she seemed to want to correct his behavior. Is that it?
“Nothing to say? Well I tried.”
Lilith pushed the lever down, the opening grew wider. A ray of sunlight beamed past Cordova. His whole body shivered. “W-wait wait, stop, I-I’ll cooperate. Please stop it.” Lilith raised a brow, then leveled the lever.
“Cooperate? What makes you think I can’t force you to do what I want you to do? I mean, if you’re burnt to a crisp then that’s less restraint and struggling on you’re end which would make my job a whole lot easier, don’t you agree?”
“B-but, y-you don’t h-have to do that. I-I swear, you really don’t need to. I…” Cordova couldn’t believe he was stooping so low, so low as to apologize to a human, even begging to her put a dent in his pride, but nothing compared to the sheer force of the sun. “I’m s-sorry. Sorry for curs- c-calling you a bitch, a-a-and threatening you. I-I swear I won’t do that again, I’ll take anything you do to me w-willingly. I-I’ll answer your questions. Just please don’t do it, don’t burn me… Lilith.”
It showed on both of their faces that each of them were equally surprised by the use of her name, especially from a vampire. Lilith chuckled and sighed loudly.
“Well, how can I say no to that?”
Lilith pulled the lever up and the ceiling began to close. Any tension in Cordova’s body disappeared and he finally felt good enough to breathe. Lilith was practically skipping over to Cordova, humming amusingly. When she stopped in front of him, he could feel his chest start to tighten again.
“So, what should we get started with?”
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Date: April 1, 2023
Taglist: @turn-the-tables-on-them @whumpril
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Whumpril 2023
Coincidence
Day 6: “Don’t push me away.”
Contents: TW blood, bruises, and burns, Caretaker, Whumpee, Signs Of Abuse, Stormy Weather, Reluctance To Accept Help, Fear, Begging, Whimpering.
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The clouds rolled in, dark and heavy. It took no time for the rain to start pouring on unsuspecting people who had been deceived by the clear skies mere minutes ago. The rain fell like pins and needles at rapid speeds. The wind was unmerciful to anyone without a windbreaker or even those with umbrellas.
“Fuck.”
Dolion ducked into the nearest alley way. The wind couldn’t reach him in between the brick buildings, except for the occasional channel that swept pass him. He got his phone out from his right pocket and called for a ride.
Soft crying could be heard just barely, practically carried by the wind. Dolion looked to his left, further down the alley way. He had only just noticed a crouched figure behind a dumpster. Should I help them? He took a few step towards the figure. His footsteps were louder than he would have liked them to be, no thanks to the expanding puddles that have almost engulfed the concrete. The closer he got, the more noticeable the crying became.
Not wanting to scare them, Dolion let out a light, “hey.”
The crying turned into whimpering, they’re legs pulled closer into themselves. Dolion came into view of the figure and was taken aback by the sight. The sniffling man was littered with bruises and fresh cuts that had dry blood washing away with the rain. They were sitting in a puddle dyed a faint red. It took him too long to notice the burn on their cheek, as if an iron was pressed to their face. They only had a t-shirt and shorts on, they shivered from both the rain and the fear.
“p-p-ple-se d-don’t h-h-hurt m… me.”
The man looked up with pleading eyes through his wet, matted hair. They were red and puffy. Dolion crouched in front of him. The man very noticeably flinched.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I-I want to help you. What happened to you?”
The man tucked his head into his legs, not wanting to answer. Dolion took his jacket off and threw it on top of the mans head and shoulders. The man quickly shoved Dolion to the ground. He tried to press himself impossibly further into the wall and curled back up into his ball, practically ignoring the jacket as if he hadn’t noticed it was on him.
Dolion, surprised by the reaction, simply got up to his crouched position again. He reached for the jacket so that he can readjust it. He anticipated the man’s movements this time. Dolion grabbed his arms before he could use them causing him to whimper.
“Don’t push me away.”
The man tried to tug his arms away from Dolion but he was clearly too weak to resist.
“I gave you my jacket, I want to help you. Please don’t be scared.”
The man stopped his struggling and took a moment to finally notice the jacket that had been covering his head. Dolion released his arms, but the man kept them in the air. Dolion reached for the jacket and adjusted its position so the rain wouldn’t hit the man’s face.
“Is that better?”
The man nodded, taking back his arms and tucking them away. “Th-thank y-you sir.” He still seemed tense, but clearly confused by the act of kindness.
Before Dolion spoke up, he heard a honk to his right. He looked over and saw his ride. He was happy to get out of the rain, but he didn’t want to leave this man here.
“How about we get you out of this storm?”
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Date: April 6, 2023
Taglist: @whumpril
Pleasure in Pain (AU)
To be fair, I really haven’t written anything in a hot minute, but I blame school for being so damn stressful. So here’s a snippet of Cordova and Rojan in an AU where a forge master took on an apprentice. They’re still going through training.
Contents: TW branding/ burning mentioned, TW torture mentioned, TW burn scars mentioned, begging, merciful Whumper, pet Whumpee, Forge master Whumper, Apprentice Whumpee.
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“N-no no no no p-ple— hiccup… p-p-please. N-not today I-I, I’ve been g-good. I p-promise I’ve been good.”
Rojan looming over the shivering body of Cordova curled up in the corner of the large room. The heat from the forge radiating in the room. Making Cordova’s tears mix with his sweat that glistened on his bare body. A pathetic sight of begging. Rojan couldn’t ask for a better way to start his morning.
Cordova flinches and whines breathily when a calloused hand runs through their tangled and dirty hair. It had been months of training, setbacks, and a bit of manipulation. Though Rojan knew in the end that they could make this once bold and strong willed person crumble to a shell of their former self.
“What gives you the right to decide whether you’ve been good or not?”
Fresh tears pooled in the sniveling figure trembling at their feet. The fear in his eyes when he grew so quick to believe he made a mistake in his choice of words, as if it was an act of treason that deserved death. The rough hand grips his hair only in warning before loosening and slipping from his curls.
“Why don’t we let the forge decide whether you’ve been good today, as you so claim.”
The thought of struggling crossing the Cordova’s mind, as it has countless times. He knew where this led to and every time felt like the last time he would be able to handle it. Throat thick with saliva, tears streaking through the soot on his cheeks, a dull hope flickering like a dying flame in a storm.
Rojan turned their back and walked to the forge. Grabbing a fire poker that was left to heat up prior. A bright red hue at the tip of the metal. Cordova could feel the scars on their skin heat up as if he were being engraved for the first time.
Rojan softly humming to themselves a tune he had sung since the very first day while using pliers to bend and shape the metal into the perfect sharpness. To his surprise, a feeling of weak and trembly arms wrapped from behind him. Soft hands trying their best to cling onto their shirt. A gentle press of a forehead on their back. A new development.
“… please. Whatever I’ve— sniffle… done wrong today. M’s-so sorry. I’m t-trying to be g-good for y-you, but I don’t know what I did wrong and I know that’s not a good answer, b-but… p-please give me a chance to correct it.”
Such a quiet and delicate voice. One that a strong enough breeze could blow away. Rojan wasn’t a breeze, he was a hurricane, but perhaps just for today he could relax and be a simple breeze. The fire poker goes back to cook in the blazing flames. Cordova tenses when his captor turns around and faces him. Making his gaze turn down to the floor as he took his arms off of them. Another mistake, another punishment, another scar, another meal lost, anoth—
“Your mistake today was not greeting me when I arrived today.”
Rojan’s arms wrapped around the confused and timid person who was at eye level to his chest. A gentle embrace that he’s never blessed his pet with. He could practically feel their heart pounding in their chest and the subtle tremble in their body from the unfamiliar yet comforting touch.
“I’ll let it slide today. Only because I believe you’ve certainly learned some manners and you’ve been working very hard to please me as of late. Just a simple warning then, always greet me when I come in. Okay, little flame?”
The relief the younger man felt was immense. When had his master become so merciful? No, he wouldn’t question it. It was a blessing he needed and he wouldn’t take it for granted. He would behave better than he ever has before and prove to his master that he deserves days like this more often. He could hardly control the way his body naturally clung onto his master. How his face buried into the rugged man’s broad chest while stray tears fell onto his shirt. Soft, relatively quiet sniffles leaving him while Rojan rubbed his back in circular motions.
“You’re being extra good today. Perhaps this warrants a reward. How does a bath sound, my little apprentice?”
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Date: May 23, 2024
Taglist: @turn-the-tables-on-them
If you're reading this, you're obligated to whump an OC/blorbo today.
Reblog to make others whump their OCs/blorbos!
Torture my pussy. Spank it. Paddle it. Cane it. Clamp my lips and tug at them. Use dildos of varying sizes while using a vibrator on my clit and watch me struggle in pain and pleasure. Make me beg you to stop. But don't stop until you are satisfied with how sensitive and swollen my pussy looks.
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# ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ begging > Yearning, I suppose. . . ?
My teeth slicing your skin and sinking into you just to let everyone know you're mine.
Would you bite me too ? Would you also want people to know that you're mine and I'm yours ? I'd hope so. . .