Whumper assaults whumpee with hand over their mouth because they love the muffled noises.
After a while whumpee tries to disassociate and stays quiet, which whumper hates. If whumpee won’t make noise on their own, whumpee will make them. changing intensity, covering their nose, anything to get them to make the noises whumper wants to hear and feel against their hand.
Whumpee feels like they can’t win. They don’t have freedom to speak, but what they’re doing isn’t enough. Why is whumper forcing them to participate in their own assault in this way?
It didn't even sound like them. That was somehow the most disorienting part.
The noises were primal, almost animalistic, and even Whumpee themselves couldn't place them as coming from their voice.
They could hear Whumper's breathy chuckle behind them.
"That's it. God, that's my favorite sound."
It was one of many disgusting, degrading things that Whumper had said to them tonight. The words seemed to echo around Whumpee's skull -- you're so cute....what's the matter? That hurt? Or does it feel too good?....keep going, keep going.
They mingled with Whumpee's own muffled pleas and whines and protests, with the sound of skin slapping against skin, until the room started to blur. Whumpee's body went limp, noises dying in their throat. Maybe if they could just get through this....just zone out until.....
Whumpee let out a shocked, pained scream -- Whumper had smacked them on the hip as hard as they could, started thrusting at a pace so brutal Whumpee thought they must be being torn in half.
"There you are," Whumper panted, keeping their hand firmly planted over Whumpee's mouth. "Don't you dare go anywhere. This is what you're for."
It took minutes for Whumpee to catch their breath again, for their body to adapt to the brutal rhythm. Whumpee bit the inside of their cheek until they tasted blood to keep themselves from crying out.
Whumper's pressed their other hand over Whumpee's nose.
The panic was immediate and overwhelming, every cell in Whumpee's body screamed, ESCAPE, GET AWAY, AIR, AIR, I NEED AIR --
"You wanna breathe again?" Whumper's voice as infuriatingly calm.
Whumpee nodded frantically. Their chest felt unbelievably tight, their fingers clawed helplessly at the sheets beneath them.
"Then make it worth my time. Or this starts getting a lot more interesting."
Whumpee could almost feel their lungs pulsing desperately as Whumper dragged the torment out a moment longer. Just as their vision started to get spotty, Whumper pulled their hand away, allowing Whumpee to breathe through their nose again.
Whumpee sucked in eager breaths, tears spilling down their cheeks, sobs muffled into Whumper's hand.
That laugh again, this time mixed with a groan.
"You have no idea what that does to me, Whumpee...."
And that just made the tears come faster, hotter. Because beneath the pain, beneath the violation and panic and utter horror, a deep sense of shame was taking root in Whumpee. Everything they did just furthered their own torment....and escalated Whumper's pleasure.