#drugged whumpee
MAY 4TH “SHOULDERS BACK, EYES ON ME”
Movie marathon | Choking | Forced feeding
CW:Captivity, Drugging, Unrealistic Drugs/Drugging, Restraints, Implied Starvation, Gags
MAY 4TH “SHOULDERS BACK, EYES ON ME”
Movie marathon | Choking | Forced feeding
CW:Captivity, Drugging, Unrealistic Drugs/Drugging, Restraints, Implied Starvation, Gags
Whumpee knows they should be scared when Whumper pulls them up from their bed. But they were tired and bored.
Whumper had left them along for nearly the whole day, stapped to the bed with mittens strapped over their hands. They made it so Whumpees hands were nothing more than lumps. Completely useless.
Whumper carried them smoothly from their bedroom to the living room, where they were placed on the edge of the couch. They hadn’t been out here very often, it was reserved for when Whumpee was on their best behavior.
So when Whumper connected their chains to the couch Whumpee looked up at them in confusion, unable to speak past the muzzle in their mouth. “Shoulders back now, you’re doing good, but we need to be careful don’t we?”
Whumpee nodded, hoping they looked as grateful as they felt. Anything, even being chained to the couch was better, than Whumpers punishments. They had to throw the thoughts from their brain to enjoy this moment.
After Whumper was done they sat down next to them, curling up so they were nearly completely entwined. Not a second later the Tv turned on, starting to play the Harry Potter theme song.
Whumpees thoughts were completely swarmed by the show, they hadn’t watched it in, forever. A sense of nostalgia washes over them that was overshadowed when Whumper turned their head towards them.
“Are you having fun?” Whumper was smiling, showing all their teeth that glinted in the light of the TV.
Whumpee nodded, smiling even more when Whumper reached forward and unclasped their muzzle. Spit fell from it and onto the couch, “Aww look at you sweetheart. Where would you be without me?”
Whumpee didn’t know, but they still nodded they needed to give an answer, eyes lighting up when Whumper leaned over and grabbed something from the side table. The savory smell of soup was wafting under their nose and Whumpee was suddenly aware of how hungry they were.
They couldn’t think of the last time they ate, Whumper had said they didn’t need to eat.
And Whumper was always right.
So they ignored the way their stomach was cramping, how most of their thoughts turned to food.
They needed to be good.
But when Whumper brought a spoonful of soup up to their face they didn’t hesitate to take it into their mouth.
“Good job baby, do you want some more?”
A nod and another spoon were in their face. They counited to eat each spoonful that was placed in front of them. Gracefully taking each. Some part of their brain itched, warning bells ringing loudly but they couldn’t care.
After they had eaten through about half of the bowl though they started to feel happy. Fuzzy.
Warmth spread through their body, warming their fingers and making them want to wiggle their toes but they weren’t able to tell if they were moving them.
Whumpers form was no swimming in front of them, dipping in and out of focus. “Aww, are you feeling good? Does Whumper make you feel good?”
They nodded again and a doopy smile was spreading over there face. They felt weightless, but the hand on there thigh was the only thing keeping them from floating away.
They never wanted this feeling to end.
“Whumpee, eyes on me.”
Their eyes flicked to Whumpers with ease even as the room started to spin.
“What’s my name?”
The words left smooth on their tongue and they barely had to think before they were speaking, saying something they had refrained from.
“Master.”
“Good job.”
I know we love unconscious whumpees. How about nearly unconscious whumpees?
- Caretaker is trying to carry Whumpee to safety but Whumpee is kind of delirious and the little consciousness they do have is absolutely fixated on one thing, e.g. the wellbeing of a fellow whumpee. Bonus points if it’s something less consequential, like fretting about the blood they’re getting on Caretaker’s clothing. Extra bonus points if their mumblings show a complete lack of understanding of the situation, such as pleading for Whumper not to hurt them or asking when Caretaker’s getting here.
- Whumpee’s eyes are open and Caretaker thinks they’re more alert than they are. It’s only when Caretaker tries to get them to sit up and has to support their limp head and neck that they see their glazed expression.
- Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness without realising it, so what may seem to be a coherent conversation to them is strung out over full minutes or even hours for Caretaker.
- Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, realising it, and panicking as much as they are mentally capable of doing at that moment. Caretaker has to soothe them and let them know it’s all right, they’re in safe hands and Caretaker won’t let anything happen to them.
- Caretaker carrying Whumpee over their shoulder and having to set them down on a bed or a table. Whumpee’s limbs ragdolling as Whumpee mumbles weak apologies.
- Whumpee lying in a bed and seemingly unconscious, but Caretaker knows they still have some alertness because they squeeze Caretaker’s hand reallytightly.
- Whumpee wishing they could pass out completely because the pain is too much for them.
And two more (reference to noncon drugging and nonsexual noncon touching):
- Whumper has drugged Whumpee into a hazy state. When Whumpee gets rescued, they’re terrified Caretaker thinks they’re drunk or deliberately intoxicated.
- Creepy Whumper doing something intimate like stroking Whumpee’s hair. Whumpee is either frightened but unable to pull themselves away, or not conscious enough to really be scared or know who’s touching them.
“Don’t Knock It.”
(Please DNI if Drugs/Forced Drug Use will trigger you.)
Heavy Tw: Forced High, Forced Drug Use, Marijuana/Weed Mention, Physical Bondage, Drool, Anxiety, Cheek Grab, Explicit Language, Duo Whumpers.
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“Have you ever smoked before, Whumpee?”
Whumpee’s eyes grew as they looked up from their kneeled position on the floor to Whumper’s friends.
They stood there, arms crossed, looking down at them inquisitively, pinched between their index and middle finger was a thinly rolled marijuana cigarette.
The smell was off-putting to Whumpee’s frail senses, a strong pungent smell of soured flora filled the air around them. It almost reminded Whumpee of a mild skunk smell, causing their face to twist in mild disgust, though Whumper’s friend took quick notice.
“What’s the matter? Don’t like marijuana?” Whumpers friend scoffed.
“Not.. particularly, no, sir..” Whumpee spoke carefully so as to not agitate or provoke Whumper’s friend.
“You ever try it.”
“No Sir..”
“Well then how can you even say you don’t like it.”
“I uhm..” Whumpee bit their tongue, softly hearing a light tone of annoyance in Whumper’s friend as they kneeled down to Whumpee’s level.
“You uhm? What, c'mon speak."
"I uh, I just.. never really had the desire to try it.."
"Pft.. what a crock."
"Everything alright out here?” Whumper curiously watched the two as they made their way outside.
“Mh”
Whumper’s friend looked towards them, “Dumb thing here’s acting all self righteous since they’ve never gotten High before."
They scoffed while rolling their eyes.
"Wait! I-I wasn’t being self righteous! I-I just s-said–"
"Shut up.”
Whumpers words cut sharply through Whumpee’s broken plea’s.
Whumper shook their head lightly while watching Whumpee’s eyes grow with a soft fear, making them smile lightly.
“Hm.. Well, I’ve heard that old expression goes, ‘You can’t knock it till you’ve tried it’” Whumpee gazed towards their friend, watching their lips curl into a faint smirk.
“Mhm, I believe that’s how it goes.. I’m sure I have enough left for another Joint too so."
Whumper shook their head a bit, "No I think if they want a true experience, they should use the pipe.”
“You know what? That’s even better."
Whumpers friend stood up while walking back to the table by the door, They took out a small glass object, holding it carefully in their fingers while pinching a bit of ground marijuana buds off a tray, placing them into a dip in the glass, which almost resembled a tiny bowl, but with a short stem at the end with another hole.
Whumpee watched carefully while feeling a sting of anxiety hit them suddenly, their heart racing against their chest as Whumper’s friend started walking back to them.
"Well, go on then.. You light this end, and suck through this mouth piece here. Simple."
Whumpee stared at the small glass object in confusion while shifting away from it shaking their head.
"I-i.. don’t want it.."
"Oh you don’t?” Whumpee’s friend stares at them curiously while clicking their tongue in a soft yet condescending manner. “That’s a shame.."
Whumper silently stepped behind Whumpee, kneeling down while they leaned forward, reaching their arm around Whumpee’s neck, tightly pulling them back against their chest, hearing a sudden gasp escape their lips.
"Ple-please! I don’t want it!” Whumpee choked while reaching their hands to Whumper’s arms, only for Whumper to quickly move their free arm around Whumpee, constricting them.
Whumpee squirmed uncontrollably in Whumper’s boa like grip while choked sobs escaped their lips, Hot tears stung the corners of their eyes as Whumper’s friend forced the mouth piece against Whumpee’s lips.
Whumper shifted the arm around Whumpee’s neck so they could grip their cheek tightly, forcing them to part their lips, Whumper’s friend smirked maliciously while flicking the flint on his Bic lighter, holding it closer to the bowl area of the pipe.
“Here’s something you’re probably used to hearing, Suck."
Whumpee grimaced at the implication, They hesitated for as long as they could before feeling Whumper’s fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of their cheeks, causing a deep stinging sensation to form.
They closed their eyes while deeply inhaling a lung full of smoke. It burned worse than
Whumpee imagined.
It almost resembled the time when Whumper had forced them to take a shot of some amber-colored liquor, but it burned deeper.
It felt as if they had swallowed a handful of hot embers, and it was no better as they let out a series of choked coughs, each one burning and stinging deeper than the last.
Whumpee leaned forward in Whumper’s arms, wheezing heavily as thin trails of drool seeped from their partially opened mouth.
Their thoughts were gradually becoming hazy, but their heart raced in their chest, and their fingers tingled in an almost static-like manner as their eyes slowly lidded.They felt faintly nauseous, and the burning sensation still held tightly in their chest.
"Tch, what a fucking baby, you barley inhaled and you’re acting like that?” Whumper’s friend shook their head disapprovingly though letting out a weaker dry laugh. “Almost a waste if you ask me.”
Whumper Nodded at their friends comment while letting Whumpee go watching them drop to their side almost instantly as they laid their wheezing and gasping.
“Truly pathetic if you ask me.” Whumper rolled their eyes while stepping over Whumpee towards their friend.
“I don’t see why we should waste anymore, besides.. I don’t want to put them in a coma."
There was a soft, lower chuckle shared between the two as they took a seat at the table to enjoy the rest of their evening.
Leaving Whumpee on the cold floor, staring motionlessly towards the sky, their head empty though filled to the brim with thoughts they couldn’t decipher.
Their eyelids felt like weights, as their breathing started to finally regulate again though their breaths still softly stung in their chest.
The only things Whumpee could seem to pull from their thoughts were, At least they could be outside.. and they would never touch this stuff again, maybe.
{End}
Vendetta
Kolya
CW/TW: drugged whumpee, aftermath of whump, discussion of killing and blackmail, lady whump, pet whump, BBU/WRU. For @amonthofwhump Mafia Madness: Vendetta
He isn’t the angry one. He doesn’t feel angry now, no fire quickening his blood. He is calm. He is cold.
“I want Maxim dead for this.”
Sasha isn’t the gentle one. Yet he strokes the girl’s dark hair with steady, soothing motions. Even in her drugged sleep, she trembles and whimpers.
They still haven’t named her, Kolya realizes.
“Forthis?” A mere Pet, the question implied. A trifle, not worth the price of vengeance.
He knew better.
“For stealing from us, for violating our home, for blackmailing us.”
Aleksandr nods. “Yes.”
May 26th- “I don’t know what you mean”
[gambling | drugged | paranoia]
Cw: noncon drugging, noncon touching, drooling, demeaning language, creepy whumper, pet whump-ish, Whumpee referred to as “pet”, implied captivity
Whumpee’s eyes lazily drifted open and closed, their vision blurring more with each slow blink.
The world around them was a canvas of color, golden ringlets surrounding the flickering candles that lit the table.
Their head felt… light.
Like it was stuffed with cotton, muddling their thoughts and turning their brain to mush.
Whumper smirked, dragging their fingers through their pet’s hair, scratching Whumpee’s scalp as their head rested against Whumper’s leg.
A small chuckle slipped from Whumper’s lips as they watched a small bit of drool drip from Whumpee’s parted lips.
So pathetic…
Who knew it only took two small white pills to render Whumpee completely and utterly helpless.
