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Whump Idea

Yes I know this is my first time posting whump (or really posting on this acc) but I had an idea!

A Whumpee who loves colors, rainbows 🌈

And a whumper who wears different colors depending on how they’re going to torture Whumpee that day.

Red means whumper is going to cut Whumpee

Orange means fire

Yellow means electricity

Green means they’re going to be drugged

Blue means waterboarding/ water torture

Purple means they’re going to be tied in uncomfortable positions (leaving purple bruises where they’ve been tied) and left all day.

Pink is Whumper’s favorite, it means they’re mixing a bit of multiple.

Black is Whumpee’s favorite. It means Whumper is ignoring them that day. Sure it also means no food or water, but that’s surely better than having Whumper’s attention.

Grey means Whumper is feeling nice, and they’re going to cuddle.

Whumper never wears white, that’s for Whumpee to wear so Whumper can see all their blood and scars beneath the fabric.

Just imagine the recovery for Whumpee after all this, someone who once loved having every color in their room needing everything to be black or white. Panicking when they see colors they used to love. Going outside is a nightmare.

How is Caretaker going to get rid of this kind of conditioning?

Small Drabble whump thoughts

Whumpee loved dogs. That was the first thing they told Caretaker when they met, they first time they went out together (hangout or date), caretaker was practically holding whumpee back from petting every dog they saw.

One day, Whumpee told Caretaker that they always felt their life would be better if they were a dog. They’d be fluffy and happy and life would be easier.

Whumper overheard.

And they take everything Whumpee says very seriously.

Part two

“I’m here about the lost dog?” Caretaker narrowed their eyes at the stranger on their doorstep. They figured they’d seen them before but weren’t sure from where.

“I don’t have a lost dog.” Caretaker responded.

“Really? Because you’ve been putting posters up everywhere, and I found them. By the way, you did a terrible job training it.”

What were they talking about? Caretaker never had a dog, they were allergic, though Whumpee always wanted one. They’d put up missing posters for them though…

“What…?” Dread pooled in their stomach. No, it couldn’t be. How could it be?

“It’s okay though, I took some time myself to give the little puppy some proper training. Now it doesn’t bark and whine all the time, or try to get up on the furniture. It even uses the doggy door!”

“What are you talking about? Who are you?”

“The posters said the police gave up looking right? I mean it’s a little silly, of course they gave up, I don’t even know why cops would waste their time looking for some lost dog anyway. There wasn’t any advertised reward, but I figured ‘oh well,’ I mean I had fun. It was like fostering! I bet you want to see it now, right? I just have it in a crate in my car. I hope it hasn’t peed on the way here, I did forget to car train it.”

Caretaker could do nothing but follow silently after the stranger to their car, feeling like they were trudging through thick mud, the air around them cold and light blue, a tight hand gripping their lungs and keeping them from breathing as the stranger opened the car’s back door to reveal a large cage… with a person inside of it.

Whumpee, naked and trembling, wearing a brightly colored collar.

Caretaker had never punched someone so hard before.

@parasiticwhumpee @sunglasses-in-the-bentley

I WILL CONTINUE THIS!

Part One

When a whumpee who’s usually always laughing and joking can’t laugh or joke at THIS.

Everyone thinks whumpee can handle any pain because they always laugh or joke through it, looking on the bright side, keeping everyone else in good moods.

Whumpee who finally experiences the horrors and can’t laugh at it. Or a team who experiences a huge loss and turns to Whumpee to make them feel better and they just have… nothing. No jokes, no hope.

Hard to tell who’s more freaked out in that moment, Whumpee, or Whumpee’s friends

I don’t think this is physically possible but…

Whumpee who’s trained not to move. They’re not paralyzed, if Whumper commands they go somewhere, they can. But when whumper tortures them, they’re not allowed to move or make a sound. I mean to the point that their reflexes are completely shut off, if someone pokes their eye they won’t even blink.

They can’t whimper, their breathing can’t change, can’t jerk away or flinch or twitch.

But the long hours of training and punishment don’t just go away once they’ve been rescued. So at first, doctors and even caretaker believe whumpee is fine or can’t feel pain. They perform their operations and procedures without anasthesia because they think whumpee can’t feel any of it.

But then later Whumpee tells Caretaker about one of the procedures and how much it hurt. And Caretaker is horrified!

“Why didn’t you say so? We never wanted to hurt you!”

“I can’t… do anything when it hurts.”

So that becomes Whumpee’s tell. When they’re feeling okay, they talk, they move, but the second something starts hurting they stop everything. Completely shut down.

“Does this hurt?”

“No.”

“Does this?”

“That tickles a little.”

“This?”

“…”

“Your shoulder?”

“…”

“Okay, what about here, on your arm?”

“No, there’s fine.”

I usually hate exercising but I’ve found I can do Pilates so I’ve been doing that

I off-handedly mentioned that a sadist would thrive as a Pilates/ gym/ workout instructor to today’s instructor and she laughed and said I’m the second person to say that to her (she then assured me she’s not a sadist, which I believe as she and other instructors usually offer a lighter weight version and other accommodations for me and other people in the class but anyways)

Which leads me to…

Exercise whump!

Make Whumpee run on a treadmill, there’s spikes on the ground around them as a punishment for when they get too tired to continue

Make Whumpee remain in a squat by chaining their hands to a pole. To low to stand properly, to high to even try to sit down.

In Pilates we have this circle we have to hold between our legs while we lie down with our legs in tabletop position (absolutely KILLS your inner thighs). Make whumpee do this, but if their legs hurt too much and they drop the circle, they get shocked.

Make whumpee hold increasingly heavier weights in order to access basic needs like using the bathroom, eating, and drinking water.

My mom told me hot yoga and hot Pilates is like torture… enroll your Whumpee in a hot class today! (but they don’t get to drink any water but the water whumper provides, what whumper puts in whumpee’s canteen is up to you)

The only caveat is that all the exercise will make whumpee a lot stronger, so make sure to only work out one of whumpee’s body parts for weeks on end, leaving the others restrained to suffer muscular atrophy so escape remains impossible. Be sure to switch which body part is worked out and which is tied so you can have variety in your torture methods!

I have a little quirk where if I get hurt or scared, I sort of force my yelp/ scream to be like a riff/ sing? I don’t actually know if I do it on purpose but it got me thinking…

Whumper who either acquired a Whumpee who already sings when hurt or scared, or who trains their Whumpee to.

What does Whumper want with something so specific? Well to put on a concert for all their friends of course!

TW: mentions and references to NSFW whump and drugging

All of Whumper’s victims are objects that serve a purpose.

One serves as a table, walking on hands and knees by Whumper so they can rest their feet or put a book on their back.

One is chained to a punching bag, the punching bag doesn’t crunch when you punch it so this whumpee does a better job.

One whumpee serves as a pet, with a leash and collar, soft beds and too-strong drugs to keep them loopy and needy.

One whumpee does the cleaning and another the cooking. If the cooking whumpee makes a mess, well then it’s just cleaning whumpee’s job to fix it. And cooking whumpee can’t exactly complain if all their tools are in different places.

And cleaning whumpee once told table whumpee that there was another in whumper’s bedroom, where cleaning whumpee was the only other one allowed to go in. The next day, whumper decided that they’d handle cleaning their own room, and cleaninf whumpee got to see what punching bag whumpee’s life was like.

Alrernatively: they switch roles every day, drawing a lottery to see who’s cleaning, cooking, tabling, being the pet, the punching bag, and Whumper’s ‘bedroom buddy’

Does Whumper have favorites for each role? Do they think whumpee A does the best lasagna and Whumpee B can carry the most weight on their back? Does the usual pet Whumpee get stressed when they have to perform other jobs, still shaky and out of it from the drugs?

And at night, do they all huddle together and listen to the sounds of tonight’s bedroom whumpee as they hope it’s not them tomorrow night?

Just a thought- might write it if y’all would be interested

@demetercabingreen-thumb

Whumper is a therapist, and uses the therapy sessions to weed out potential whumpees they can kidnap, train/condition, and sell to other whumpers.

The conditioning starts during the therapy sessions, helping that angry whumpee channel through violence so they can become a living weapon.

The patient who feels like they’re not enough starts being told to have hookups and buy sexier clothes so they can become someone’s bedroom partner.

That patient who’s chronically stressed and burnt out is the easiest to condition, and gets sold as a pet fairly quickly.

Does anyone notice how all these missing people have the same therapist?

Do the whumpees ask to go back to their therapist? Do they continue to see their patients after they’re sold to help keep them conditioned?

How much is Whumper charging their patients? How much to they charge the other whumpers?

@demetercabingreen-thumb

“I need a pet.” Carewhumper said to the other person on the phone.

“A pet?” Whumper asked, “that’s very specific, I know exACTly what kind of pet you want. Come now, you thinking more guard dog? More show dog?”

“Something… cuddly. I work hard, and it’s not exactly friendly work. I want something to help me destress.”

“Alright, we have a mutt available. He’s still got some fat on his bones, but he’s not very fluffy. Very well trained, very obedient. Will do whatever you say immediately.”

“A Labrador?”

“You could say.”

“Il take it, send it to my address.”

Whumper smiled as they put the phone down, hand gently stroking the shaking pet in their lap.

“It’s your lucky day, Mutt. You get to go to a new home! You don’t have to see me anymore.”

The pet looked up at them worriedly, clutching at their shirt.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure your new owner will be wonderful. Why don’t you go get your toy? You can bring it with you in the kennel.”

Pet slowly lifted off Whumper’s lap, climbing off the couch and crawling slowly to the toy room. They used to move a lot faster, but the only thing that had managed to make them obedient was refusing them food, so they were so thin and slow now. Whumper shook their head. They’d be faster and fatter if they only knew what was good for them.

Carewhumper, whumpee’s brand new owner. Whumper had never done business with them, but they knew they were well off, powerful. A good token like Whumpee between them… that would be good.

They just had to hope Whumpee wouldn’t piss all over their crate on the way over.

Part two

Part one

“Uh, Boss?” Carewhumper lifted their head from their work and turned around to glare at the subordinate who’d interrupted them.

“Do you need something?”

“Yeah uh- you see-“

“Speak up, if this is important.”

“It is, your uh- ‘pet’ arrived.” Carewhumper rolled their eyes. So the dog arrived, big deal!

“Okay? And? You truly can’t take care of a Labrador for a few hours while I work? My business is incredibly important and-“

“No, boss, I’m sorry but there’s some kind of mistake. They sent a person in a kennel.”

Now that had Carewhumper’s attention. They stood, abandoning their work and moving past their employee.

“Show me.” Did Whumper intend to send a person? Did Whumper think Carewhumper would enjoy this? They would need a thorough ‘talking to’ if they thought this would be okay.