#physical whump
18-branding
CW: branding, intimate whumper, non con kissing, pet whump.
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Victor was called up to Alexi’s office. He expected another night of kneeling next to Alexi while he worked. when he got there Alexi wasn’t at his desk, instead he sat on a couch by the fireplace. Alexi beckoned Victor over. Victor knelt by his side. Alexi played with his hair for a while before suddenly standing up. Victor watched him warily.
“Come here and Lay down on your back.” He said softly
Victor did as he was told. Alexi sat on top of him straddling his waist.
“What are you-“
“Hush.”
Alexi unbuttoned Victor’s shirt. Victor shivered despite the heat of the fire. He followed Alexi’s hand with his eyes as he reached towards the fire. That was when he noticed the branding iron.
“Please don’t” Victor cried “please I’ll do anything you want just please don’t do this.”
Alexi just shushed him. And raised the iron over Victor’s chest, lining it up over his left pec.
“Now don’t move. I want this to come out nice and clean.” Alexi demanded.
“Please don’t” Victor sobbed “please”
All he could do was scream as the blazing hot iron was pressed into his skin. The stench of burning flesh hit him in a wave.
Alexi leaned down and kissed him silencing his cries. It was horrible and disgusting and violating. All Victor could do was let the tears roll down his cheeks as he whimpered into Alexi’s lips. Alexi broke the kiss and licking a stray tear from Victor’s cheek. Victor shivered with disgust.
Alexi sat back up and pulled the iron away then dropped it in a waiting bucket of water.
“Good boy, you took that so well.” Alexi cooed as he ran his hand over the brand.
Victor’s breath caught in his throat at the pain of pressure on the fresh burn.
“I am not your property” Victor seethed “you had no right.”
“But you forget, my love, you are”
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To be continued
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Prompt #5
“You think … just by - hurting me — you can break me ?”
“Well, I can certainly try,, it doesn’t seem like you’ll last very long either by the looks of it, shame really - I was starting to have fun”
A DIY bit gag whumper made themselves by drilling into a long razor blade and connecting leather straps to it, or a bit gag with a razor blade embedded into the side that goes into whumpee’s mouth.
Every time whumpee tries to speak it cuts into their tongue or lips.
Whenever they misbehave, they tighten the gag and it cuts into the corners of their mouth further and further
@painsandconfusion@shywhumpauthor@whumpasaurus101@wormwriting
hello knife enthusiasts
Things to Burn Your Whumpee With
- Branding iron
- Cigarettes
- Fire poker
- Hot cookware
- Boiling water
- Hot oil
- An clothing iron
- A hot light bulb
- Hot wax
- Flame thrower
- Electricity
- Soldering iron
- Wielding torch
- Hot steam
- Lava
- Molten metal or glass
- The sun
- Chemicals
- Hair styling tools (flat irons, curling irons, etc)
- Matches
- A lighter
- Resin
- Hot stones
- Hot grill
- Hot stove burner
- Charcoal
TW: mentioned drugging, head injury. Someone stop me making new OCs.
“Get your fucking hands off me.”
The Teacher leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching as Arden and Kelly wrestled the new trainee into his restraints. He was a scrapper, by the looks of him, with his shaggy hair and the rings arrayed up his ears. His jacket was ragged, his boots oversized, and there were patches on his sleeves. He wasn’t going to go easy.
“Fucksake, get off me,” the trainee protested, pulling on his shoulders and spitting ineffectual anger as Arden yanked the jacket off. Kelly put a hand on the back of his neck and forced his head down, as Arden tossed the jacket aside and grabbed his wrists, pushing them down into the manacles attached to the floor. The position kept the trainee bent over his knees, elbows to the ground, and the Teacher smiled as he inadvertently prostrated himself.
“392,” he announced, stepping forwards so the trainee could look up only as far as his shoes.
“My name is Jax, fuckhead.”
“Do you know where you are?” the person asked them.
“No,” they replied, eyes darting around the cold white room, their limbs strapped to the bed they laid upon.
“Do you know who you are?” the person continued.
“No.” they hesitantly responded. They had no idea what was going on. All they knew was they wanted to flee this place as quickly as possible.
“Good.” the person smiled, “then the operation was a success.”
“The operation?”
“Yes, you’re here at the reeducation facility. The operation you just underwent was the first step in your recovery.”
I don’t do continuations anymore, but heres a prompt similar to prompt #308! I hope you enjoy!
“Have you ever been tortured before?“ [Villain] asked. It was the line they always opened with. the word torture was heavy with implications, the word before dripping with intent.
It was a great way to start their relatively benign interrogations, lubricating the wheels of their subject’s minds with fear.
It was a question they had always received a no to.
Until today.
"Yes.” [Teen] answered evenly, their haunting eyes fixing [Villain] to the ground.
“What?” [Villain] breathed.
“I have,” they replied again, their voice as still and dead as their eyes.
[Villain] swallowed hard, feeling the wheels in their own mind spinning uncontrollably.
Heyo! I don’t do continuations anymore, however, I’ve decided instead of just telling people that ask that I don’t do continuations anymore, that I’d write a prompt in a similar vein to the requested prompt to be continued (if that makes sense). Either way, please enjoy!
“I’m fine!" [Hero] insisted as they tried to get up.
”[Hero] I heard your ribs crack when you hit the ground, you need to stay down.“ [Villain] insisted as they delicately took [Hero] by the shoulder, keeping them pinned as gently as possible.
"So you can stab me easier? No thanks.” [Hero] struggled, but every twitch shot lightning through their chest, paralyzing their lungs.
“You’re going to kill yourself like that.” [Villain] gritted their teeth as they forced them back down.
“Better than you killing me!” [Hero] growled right back.
