Torture Whump - Tumblr Posts

*crawls out of hiding to throw a Thing to y'all*

This was just a doodle i made when bored in class, but god it was so whumpy it inspired me.

Content warnings: torture, implied livestreamed torture/snuff film (?), threats of death/murder, blood, knife to the throat, intimate whumper (i think), creepy whumper.

Look at how smoothly this knife cuts. It would be so so easy to kill you with it.

n-no, please, no no no-

So easy to just tie you upside down like cattle and slice your fragile little neck open.

NO! You don't have to do this please! J-just let me go!

How long do you think you would last? A minute?

I- I-

With how weak you are, I doubt it. A quick death. That's too much kindness for you. Now if I were careful...

P-please...

I could only cut the veins. Those bleed slowly. That would be fun to watch, don't you think? I'm sure our audience would love it. An excellent closing act. And today's your last day, sweetheart.

BUT YOU SAID- Y-YOU PROMISED YOU'D STOP T-TORTURING M-

I did promise that. But I never promised to let you live. Now, why don't we try it out? The public's waiting~

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?

I’m coming back like I said I would for

Diabetes whump

(Just a quick super simplified rundown of what diabetes is: you have an organ called a pancreas which among other things creates a hormone called insulin. Insulin + sugar/carbs = energy. Pancreas not working means diabetes. Type one is genetic or may have no particular cause. Type two is caused by overexerting the pancreas with too much sugar and not enough exercise. Type three is gestational, or pregnancy diabetes.

Low blood sugar means not enough sugar or too much insulin. High means not enough insulin or too much sugar).

OKAY LET’S GO

Waking up at odd hours of the night with severe highs and lows

Running out of insulin in the middle of the day and throwing up due to the high when you get home

Whumpee who’s scared of needles, but still has to get shots multiple times a day

Insulin pump or CGM (continuous glucose monitor) getting torn off and bleeding

Whumpee scared of blood taking manual finger tests

The random headaches

Also just the regular symptoms, not even thinking about treating it

Hyperglycemia (high blood sugar) feels like:

Headaches

Lethargy

Lack of apetite

Fast heart rate

Difficulty breathing

Constant extreme thirst

Frequent urination because you’re drinking so much

Changes in taste buds (for me water starts to taste like plastic, which sucks when you’re so thirsty

Sudden feeling of being cold

Some people get irritable

Hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) can feel like:

Shakiness and difficulty walking

Difficulty thinking/ brain fog

Hunger

Extreme sweating and feeling hot

Blackouts in memory

In extreme cases, severe aggression

Severe cases of either can cause seizures, passing out, and comas.

SO LET’S WHUMP A DIABETIC WHUMPEE

Overdose them with insulin and watch them shake, sweaty and confused (also works on non-diabetics)

Refrain from giving them insulin and wait for them to start throwing up before telling them to beg

Caretakers doing all of whumpee’s shots for them

Doctor whumper who keeps telling whumper it’s the flu or a stomach bug

Diabetic caretaker and whumpee who was tortured with needles and can’t be around caretaker when they take their shots

Whumpee who gets tangled in their insulin pump’s tubes or IV tubes

WHUMPER WHO CONTROLS WHUMPEE’S PUMP AND FORCIBLY WAKES THEM WIRH SEVERE BLOOD SUGAR EVENTS

Everyone has my full permission to use diabetes as a whump idea, I want to see y’all’s ideas too on this and any chronic illnesses you guys might have!

I’ll come back to this in the morning, but I’m diabetic and oh god the whump potential

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

Volunteer whumpee

Why did they volunteer to be whumped?

Could they not handle the idea of someone else getting hurt?

Were they certain they could handle it?

Did they think it would be fun? Exciting? An epic story to tell?

Did they do it to get information on whumper? To get on the inside to rescue another whumpee?

Were they the only one that could survive something specific like a virus or spell?

Is there some kind of personal relationship between them and whumper? Or better, do they hate caretaker so much they’d go to whumper to get away?

Do they crave the pain? Feel like they deserve it, need it?

Or did they do it just because someone else asked them to, and they couldn’t refuse?

If they were asked, who asked them? Whumper? Another whumpee? Or caretaker?

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.”

Whumper with a water gun that looks like a real one

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 had eye surgery a few years back. It was so whumpy. Just a brief thing inspired by this experience. Could be whumper, could be Caretaker doing necessary medical care. Whatever

Whumpee: *whimpering*

Other character: *pauses, slows down*

Whumpee: just do it already!

Other character: *continues*

A documentary about whumpee’s case gets out using the footage of them and now they’re famous! Everyone on the street recognizes them, whispers about them, sometimes someone will say something to them like:

“What did you even do to make Whumper hate/want you so badly?”

“Did Whumper ever do (insert some bad thing Whumper DEFINITELY did) to you?”

“Wow, you’re so strong and so brave, let me hug you, baby!”

“Can I see your scars?”

documenting whump.

whump that’s documented by the whumper - taking pictures or videos or detailed notes. either to be kept as personal trophies or records or to be used to blackmail whumpee later. maybe not even blackmail - just to torture them further, humiliate them by sending it to their friends, their support system.

whump that’s documented after, NOT by whumper. photos of injuries and interviews about experiences for investigations by authorities or whumpee’s employers or team leads. retraumatizing experiences where the whumpee is being treated coldly by interviewers or investigators, or where even just being made to recount the events, bare their injuries or scars, is devastating no matter how they’re treated.

whump that doesn’t end when the actual torture or abuse or attack ends. whump that lives on in images or video or recordings or notes, voyeuristic or clinical, the preservation and documentation of trauma.

Whumper has two whumpees. They both keep trying to protect the other, so they come up with a game.

They have to punish themselves, and whoever entertains whumper better gets to be tortured the whole week, and the loser is given a break for the week.

Also works the other way around, for whumpees who hate each other. They have to torture themselves to try to earn a week’s break, or to ensure the other suffers worse.

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!

Perhaps it’s a picture from Before, Before everything changed. And Whumpee looks and FEELS like a different person, and Caretaker knows it.

Whumpee’s trying so hard to be that person again, but they’re just… not. And they knots Careyaker loves them, but they love the OLD them, not them them.

They break the photo out if frustration, in an argument.

“You’re just not acting like yourself!”

“This IS myself now! I’m not your perfect whumpee anymore, this is me now, deal with it!”

@demetercabingreen-thumb

Breaking something.

Is it whumpers ceramic pot? Caretakers plate? Their own picture?

Whatever it is, they’re scrambling on the floor to pick up the pieces, sobbing, jagged shards cutting into their hands.

I have to know everything that’s going to happen to me at doctors and hospitals or I panic

So don’t let your whumpee know what’s going on. Blindfold them and don’t answer a single question. They’ll know it hurts, but they won’t know exactly what whumper’s doing to them until it’s over.

@demetercabingreen-thumb

Whumper only takes tattooed whumpees. Sometimes they try to remake the tattoo on them in a new place, with just A single dull needle and ink.

Sometimes they have an artist tattoo whumpee’s tattoos on themselves, so they can flaunt it in front of them, showing them all the tattoos from all their former whumpees.

Eventually, when they’re bored of them, they simply cut the tattoo off of them and preserve it before dumping the bleeding whumpee off somewhere they might be found- might not be. The room they keep all their whumpee’s in is covered in the preserved tattoos of all their victims.

Their newest whumpee is covered head-to-toe

@demetercabingreen-thumb

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

That’s whump of one of my worst fears, thank you

day 13: drugging/poisoning/cannibalism

content: noncon drugging, sickfic

“I don’ feel so well…” Whumpee slurred, head lolling to the side. “I don’t— the world… is tilting…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Caretaker tried gently. “It’s gonna be okay, yeah? It seems, um… It seems you’ve been drugged, but don’t freak out— it’s likely nothing horrible. You just have to sleep it off.”

Whumpee’s eyes widened. “D-Drugged?”

“It’s nothing lethal. I know. We checked for that in your system, and it’s nothing lethal. I swear.”

Whumpee tried to wriggle out of Caretaker’s hold, but in their state, that was no small feat. They could barely lift their head. “We need to get it out… We need… We need to get it out…”

“It’ll clear out of your system naturally, don’t worry about it—”

“No!” Whumpee was filled to the brim with artificially induced paranoia and they weren’t backing down. “No, I need it out, now. Make me throw up. Do something.” 

“Whumpee, no.” Caretaker pushed them back down onto the bed, more firm this time. “It’ll be gone by the morning. Just rest.”

Whumpee closed their eyes, but it only served to make the dizziness worse. “I can’t do this all night… Please…” 

Caretaker caressed their cheek gently, shushing them. “I know. I know it’s bad. But it’s all gonna be okay — I’m gonna be here all night, looking after you. It’s gonna be okay.”

Pierce your whumpee’s tongue and tie the piercing to something outside their mouth.

Unless they want to painfully rip the jewelry out (possibly tearing their tongue in the process), they have to stay put.

Please, tell me what you’re attaching their new piercing to!

Whumpee is hooked up to something dangerous (magic crystal, machine, etc) and Caretaker needs to remove them from it, but Whumpee’s heart rate is too high right now and they need to calm down.

Leading to Caretaker asking Whumpee their favorite song, and trying to get them to sing it with them to even out their breathing before they painfully yank them off.