do you want to play on the vivisection table with me after work
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@doctorsawyer
do you want to play on the vivisection table with me after work
Don't talk to me, I'm busy daydreaming about my OCs being tortured in a illegal lab‼️Come back later ‼️
surgery is like if sex was awesome
As someone who is terrified of needles, I still find the concept of trying to fight against a group of people to get free as they try to hold you back, grabbing your arms, your waist, clothes, anything they can latch on to, but having one person approaching you from the front with a syringe and pulling your head back by your hair to expose your neck and then injecting you with a fast-acting sedative, then falling limp into the other people’s grasp as they hold you up and you start to lose consciousness really arousing.
The dream 💉🤷
bringing a backpack to the date but instead of there being a strap inside it’s just various surgical tools
Ever since I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be helpless on an operating table
Well damn this is cute 😭❤️
Drugging a Whumpee:
Whumper straps down whumpees hands and feet, a knife at the throat convincing them to willingly lie down, thick buckled leather straps restraining them to a cold medical table.
Whumpee stares in horror as Whumper hovers above them with a cracked smile, they softly wipe the crook of whumpees arm with a sterile wipe before rolling over an IV and holding up a large needle. Making sure Whumpee has a good long look.
‘Please, you don’t have to do this’. Whumpee tried to pull at his restraints in an effort to escape whilst whimpers and small cries escape from his mouth. Whumper gently slides the needle into his vein, starts the IV and then listens to Whumpees rapidly beating heart with a sick smile and a flash of delight in his eyes. ‘Oh Whumpee you have no idea what I’m about to do… ‘
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19th century surgical instruments from the macabre market.
Miss Cocaine's art class.
med student who wants to practice surgery on you (flirting)
Everywhere is an erogenous zone if it hurts enough
“I’ve been looking for a test subject. I’m thankful of you for…volunteering.”
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i need to get more comfortable with straightforwardly expressing sadistic desire but this is tricky when like society + some of the things i genuinely have desire to do being intensely unethical
i would do so well as a bona fide mediaeval torturer though. societal permission to not give a shit about risks and limits. not having to worry about how it affects their life afterwards. spending my days playing with the condemned like a kid with a magnifying glass and an ants nest. hashtag born in the wrong generation
It's fairly important to me for normal person reasons that everyone who reads my posts feels my gaze upon them.
⸻ DIRECT-DOSE ESCALATION .
WHUMP GIFT SWAP EVENT for @doctorsawyer!
A girl is kept prisoner in a mysterious facility, lifted from her cell every few days to be experimented on by a cruel scientist. Lately, this scientist has been obsessed with crafting a perfect regeneration serum. Today's experimental trial involving it requires a more direct dose.
WORD COUNT: 2,088. CHARACTERS: Unnamed whumper & whumpee; both female. SETTING: General modern/sci-fi setting; no specific story.
!! CONTENT WARNINGS !! Lab/medical whump, forced injections, non-consensual surgeries, medical torture, human experimentation, graphic gore (abdominal incision), descriptions of organs (liver), touching organs (ew!), probably medical inaccuracy, drugging, captivity (Whumpee is being held against her will in a lab), lady whump.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi Sawyer!!! :3 Sorry that this is a bit late!!! I'm very excited to present this gift to you, and I hope it's what you had in mind <333 I'm very proud of it, and I'm honestly considering turning these characters into OCs or something... I had a lot of fun working with them. Anyway, enjoy!!! This is my first (and probably final) time writing a general whumper & whumper instead of OCs. I hope it reads okay, because I got a bit confused at some parts AHCK.......
The first thing Whumpee becomes aware of was the cold. It seeps up from the steel table, through the thin gown, into her bones. The second thing is the light; a single, florescent orb suspended directly above her, searing into her tired eyes, and leaving the rest of the room in shadow.
The third, was her.
My gift ❤️❤️❤️
This is a special Halloween gift for @labtrauma
Sorry it's so late!!
Whumpee- @labtrauma OC Clare
Whumper- me ❤️ Dr. Sawyer
Her cell was grey, everything grey. The walls, floors, ceiling... everything.
Clare remembered how she used to use so many different colors when she ruined the federal bank's pretty windows; the graffiti wouldn't come off easily. She never got caught when she painted the buildings with curse words and anti-capitalist quips.
But she DID get caught, for something completely different, something she doesn't even know about... And now everything is grey.
At Daystar Labs, the most dangerous and curious entities were locked up, on 24/7 watch, and were subject to experiments deemed "necessary" by the doctors on staff. Even with Clare's high pain tolerance, the experiments were brutal. She's forced to wear a magic-nullifier around her wrist, and a shock collar around her neck, so that she's easy to handle.
"Fuck me..." she roared into the ceiling. She missed seeing real people... And real colors.
As if on cue, a person she's never seen before struts into her room. "I don't think so, but if you're a good girl, you can go back to the common room with your little 'girlfriend'"
"Jesus Christ! Fuck you too!"
Clare stood abruptly and intended on SMASHING this woman's head in; the new doctor was a foot shorter than her and couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds.
"Ahh, I don't think so, 334"
Before she got too close, the new doctor raised her hand and pushed the button on the black remote control.
Agony. Her vision turned red and she fell on the floor and blindly thrashed for what felt like hours.
"Damn, I guess I shouldn't have turned it up all the way. Either way, now you know what happens when you don't obey."
Clare pushed herself up onto her forearms, the lightening in her brain ebbing away. "What do you want then?" She spat at the new woman.
"First! Introductions. I'm Doctor Sawyer. I was called in specifically to work with you. You're Clare Foster, demi-guardian, magical being, a bitch to work with, I hear."
"Yeah, that sounds about right." Clare shakily got herself into a sitting position. "What are we WORKING on, specifically"?
"I'm here to make you more... compliant."
"Hah! Can't you see I don't have my magic and you can send ELECTRICITY through my body whenever your sadistic ass wants to?! How much more compliant do you fuckers want me?!"
"Language, 334."
"My god, FUCK you"
"Fine, give me your arm, 334." Doctor Sawyer held out her arm, waiting expectedly"
"I said, FUCK you"
Doctor Sawyer reached into the pocket of her black scrubs, and pulled out the remote again.
"Wait! Wait. Okay hold on. You... You don't have to do that again"
"You won't give me your arm, so you can pick between the shock collar and whatever is in my left pocket"
"Pocket! Um... pocket. The shock collar messes with my prosthetics... And I don't TRUST you."
"You asked for it, Clare" Doctor Sawyer pulled something small out of her pocket. Clare watched her *flick* it to life.
"NO! Anything but that!", she screamed like a banshee, "You... you can shock me again. You can have my arm for whatever you want to do!" Clare's one good eye produced a tear and she flung herself against the back wall. Doctor Sawyer sauntered closer with the matte black lighter.
"I read up on your profile, Clare. With as much recreational... herbs that you intake, I'm surprised you're afraid of fire". She held the lighter out and walked closer, the fire turning a nasty shade of cobalt blue.
Clare's palms were held up in defeat. "Okay you win! You did your homework. I'll do what you want."
"I always get what I want, 334. It would be best for you to remember that."
And in one swift motion, Doctor Sawyer activated the shock collar, sending Clare into a helpless heap on the floor.
"You won't forget what we've learned together today, Clare." Doctor Sawyer POUNCED on Clare's defenseless form, holding the flame above her.
And Clare screamed as the lighter came down on her neck, burning through several layers of flesh.
"STOP PLEASE! PLEASE! IT HURTS! I SAID I'LL DO ANYTHING!"
The doctor took a few steps back to watch Clare gather herself. The look of pure terror on her face made Doctor Sawyer smile.
"This is, this is a THIRD-DEGREE-BURN!" She was trembling and shaking like a kicked puppy. "It'll take forever to heal this! What do you WANT from me."
More tears. Doctor Sawyer smiled pleasantly back at Clare, number 334.
"I want your ABSOLUTE compliance." She said it in a dark, creepy way that made Clare's skin crawl. She could tell that this woman was powerful, and not to be crossed.
"No more fire. None. And you have my attention."
The doctor smirked "you're in no position to be negotiating. But I can promise there will be no more flames for you... today... If you behave."
"I will!", she resigned. "I- I will"
Give me your arm, 334.
Defeat washed over Clare's face. She obediently handed over her only human arm to the now-kneeling doctor. She watched as Doctor Sawyer pulled out a syringe, and a vial.
"Don't move. You'll find that I'm actually in a generous mood today. I could watch you suffer for HOURS".
"Am I allowed to ask what you're putting in my vein?" She was positively defeated, the angry burn on her neck glistened with new white blood cells that were desperately trying to heal the damage.
"You'll never be punished for asking questions, 334."
Doctor Sawyer filled the syringe with a cloudy white liquid and prodded a vein at the crook of Clare's elbow.
"This is something that will make everyone's life easier as we get you down to surgery. I've heard they've been trying for a while now, but everyone seems afraid of you; I've dealt with worse"
At that, Clare tried to pull away, but Doctor Sawyer was stronger than she looked, and the doctor held fast to her wrist.
"I'll forgive once, but if you pull away again, you will regret it a thousand times over"
Clare relaxed as much as she could at the threat, more tears trying to escape.
"That's a good girl." Doctor Sawyer squeezed her wrist and Clare felt... fuzzy? warm? The doctor gently brought the needle down.
"This won't be pleasant, scream if you need to. I'll be here"
Clare braced herself against the wall, losing energy quickly.
"Don't resist. Just relax. Going in now, Clare"
And Clare FELT the liquid, could feel it pulsing through her body, as if the fluid was ALIVE. She tried to control her breathing, tried to stifle the animalist cry that was tearing through her.
She didn't move her arm though; Doctor Sawyer finished emptying the contents into Clare's body. When she no longer felt the doctor's touch, she curled in on herself and started hyperventilating, her vision going double and her body dropping into the fetal position.
Doctor Sawyer rubbed Clare's back, smooth circles, waiting for the full effect of the medication. "It'll all be over soon, Clare. Whenever you can, let go. Just let the medicine take away everything."
The crying subsided after about a minute and Clare's eye rolled back into her head. The doctor kept her head in her lap, getting a closer look at the burn she inflicted.
A comm was pulled out of her doctor bag.
"She's ready for the procedure, team. I'm going to need someone to patch up a nasty burn. Necessary damage, you understand."