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[stardustnsfwhumper]

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[stardustnsfwhumper]

New's Worse

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Living Weapon used to love going to the shooting range, eager to prove themselves and make their Handler proud, but that feeling had soured into dread and becoming dispatchful ever since their new Handler had started using it. They missed their old Handler, but they had a ‘family emergency’, whatever that was, so Living Weapon had been reassigned to New Handler until Old Handler could come back to work. New Handler wasn’t like Old Handler at all, and Living Weapon missed Old Handler every moment they were gone. Old Handler was so good to them, beating them properly when Living Weapon deserved it but also letting Living Weapon sit beside them during meals. New Handler wasn’t like that at all, despite the fact that they usually didn’t beat Living Weapon. New Handler’s tactics and punishments were always much, much worse.

Living Weapon suddenly had to focus entirely on suppressing their noise of surprise as New Handler changed the settings again, very nearly missing the target but making it by muscle memory alone. Internally, Living Weapon sighed with relief. While they never wanted to make a mistake for Old Handler, making one in front of New Handler meant they’d be limping for two days but without any bruises to show for it. It kept buzzing inside them, now pulsing rather than vibrating at a steady pace, and Living Weapon felt their stomach turn. They clenched their thighs even tighter, as if it slipped out, then that would have them being tied to New Handler’s bed for three days, and they couldn’t do that again, they just couldn’t. They thought the pain they’d endured when they’d first been chosen as a Living Weapon had been the absolute worst they could’ve ever gone through, but they’d been wrong, so wrong, and Living Weapon would do anything to make sure they never went through it again.

Behind them, New Handler chuckled, and Living Weapon didn’t have to turn around in order to see the lecherous smile on New Hander’s face. Old Handler had never worn such a smile, never made Living Weapon’s stomach twist and tear itself apart, even when they were upset at Living Weapon for making a mistake. Mistakes had to be punished of course, otherwise Living Weapon wouldn’t learn, but perfection was rewarded with something Living Weapon actually enjoyed. Extra time at the shooting range, a new dagger or handgun, even being allowed to lay their head on Old Handler’s lap to sleep for a little while.

Living Weapon grit their teeth and forced themselves to focus even harder on their targets. Missing Old Handler would cause them to get distracted, and that was unacceptable.

“That’s enough, toy.” New Handler snapped, and Living Weapon bit their lip hard to contain their whimper. “Come here and finish me off.”

Living Weapon holstered their firearm, and walked to New Handler, kneeling in front of them, between their legs. Living Weapon’s mouth opened without having to be told, and soon enough, New Handler was sliding in.

“That’s a good little sex-toy.” New Handler moaned, pushing themselves so deep down Living Weapon’s throat that their lips were pressing against New Handler’s hips. “It’s like you were made for me, toy. You’re just the right size, and you look so good like this.”

Living Weapon kept absolutely still, barely able to breathe through their nose, and New Handler began to thrust in and out of their mouth. They began to feel detached from their body, from the world, their mind becoming empty as New Handler continued.

Suddenly a hand yanked hard on their hair, and frantically Living Weapon’s eyes came to New Handler’s.

“Stay focused, you stupid sex-toy.” New Handler growled, their thrusts becoming rougher and faster. Living Weapon’s fingernails dug into the palm of their hands to keep themselves from gagging. “I don’t care how your old handler had you work on them, but for me, you keep goddamned focused on me. Got it?”

They instinctively accepted the order with a salute before jerking their arm back down into place, needing the pain coming from their hands to help control their gag reflex.

Living Weapon wanted to say that Old Handler never had them ‘work’ on them, that Old Handler never put anything inside them that made their body react with a feeling they didn’t understand and didn’t want, that Old Handler was better at their job than New Handler ever could be. But they couldn’t, and not just because their mouth was currently occupied. If Living Weapon lashed out at New Handler, New Handler might not give them back to Old Handler when they came back. Living Weapon existed to serve Old Handler, so they had to do whatever it took to get back to them.

So Living Weapon just forced their mouth open wider, and hid their disgust when New Handler’s lecherous smile returned.

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Why is it that as soon as I get the courage to start this blog and have twelve million ideas to write is when I get hit with by a train called writer's block? I have so many thoughts and so many words and yet my page is still blank.

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Claimed

tw: graphic noncon, fem nonbinary whumpee, collar, prisoner

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“Strip.”

Whumper’s voice was cold, dispassionate as always. Whumpee sighed, but slowly began removing the meager fabric they had for clothes. Being trapped in an enemy base didn’t allow them much, their original uniform had long been taken from them, and Whumper had only given them what was required by the Peace Convention. As much as Whumpee didn’t want to do this, they’d learned very quickly that it was just easier to give Whumper what they wanted and just take the pain rather than fight and make it ten times worse. Whumper liked easy access to their bare skin, so they just removed the thin and tearing pieces of what was once clothing, leaving themselves standing in their underwear.

“Strip all the way down, Whumpee.”

Whumpee frowned, Whumper had never made them take off their underwear before. Whumper had always given them that tiny little bit of dignity.

“You- you mean…”

“Yes, you idiot.” Whumper snapped. “Take off all your damn clothes before I burn them all.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” Whumpee mumbled, bowing their head. Whumper didn’t like it when they made eye contact.

Even though Whumpee had had their skin torn open and their bones broken, they’d never felt so exposed in their life, standing before Whumper completely naked. Whumper looked them up and down with a critical eye, and Whumpee fought the urge to shift. Whumper didn’t like it when Whumpee moved without permission.

“Do you want my hand or my knife today, Whumpee?” Whumper asked, seemingly making up their mind.

Ah, Whumpee should’ve known. Whumper liked to give Whumpee a ‘choice’, as if choosing between being beaten bloody by Whumper’s hands and being cut to shreds by Whumper’s knives was any sort of choice, but Whumpee was now covered in scars and Whumper probably just wanted a new place to hurt them.

“Your hand, sir.” Whumpee mumbled. Whumper’s beatings were always better than the dozens of knives Whumper loved to play with. Whumper always said that they really loved their work.

“Are you sure?” Whumper asked, startling Whumpee. This had always been business for Whumper, they’d made that quite clear, Whumper had never asked this before.

“Y-Yes, sir.” Whumpee stuttered, their heart beginning to beat faster at the strange behavior.

“Say please.” Whumper whispered, smirking.

“S-Sir, please…” Whumpee swallowed hard. “P-Please use your hand today, sir.”

“If you insist.” Whumper chuckled softly before returning to their icy demeanor. It was almost a relief when Whumper said harshly, “Bend over the table.”

“Yes, sir.” Whumpee said, immediately laying stomach down on the cold, metal table in their cell. Whumper was going to go after their back and legs again. Whumpee could handle this. They’d taken it plenty of times before.

“Hands.”

Whumpee quickly put their hands behind their back, so Whumper could handcuff them. Whumper was going to focus on their legs then, so they instinctively spread their legs a little. Whumpee took a deep breath and prepared themselves. They could get through this, they’d gotten through everything Whumper had thrown at them before.

“You know…” Whumper whispered, their hands coming to Whumpee’s thighs. “For a traitorous bitch… you actually aren’t bad looking, Whumpee.”

“W-What?”

“Ahem.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I mean what, sir?” Whumpee quickly corrected themself.

Whumper’s hands slowly moved up and down Whumpee’s thighs, coming far too close to their ass. Whumpee started trembling, and couldn’t get themselves to stop.

“Even though you are such a pathetic excuse for a soldier, there’s just something about you that’s unique.” Whumper murmured, their hands coming to Whumpee’s ass, squeezing their cheeks.

“S-Sir, please stop.” Whumpee whimpered in fear, jerking involuntarily as Whumper’s nails dug into their asscheeks.

Smack!

Whumpee cried out as Whumper’s hand came down hard on their ass.

“You don’t give the orders here.” Whumper snarled. “Don’t make me get my knives.”

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry, sir.” Whumpee stuttered. “I- I just… please, c-can I-”

“Unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘I’m ready to talk’, I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

Whumpee’s teeth knocked together as they clamped their mouth shut.

“That’s better.” Whumper said, sounding slightly calmer. “Now… My superiors are tired of you. It’s been months and you haven’t given us anything useful. Normally, we don’t put this much effort into one prisoner, any one of my colleagues would’ve just killed you by now. But not me. I was almost hoping that you’d last, because it’s been long enough now.”

“Long enough for what, sir?” Whumpee whispered, terror overflowing in their voice.

Whumper’s hand disappeared from their ass, and Whumpee yelped when they felt a finger tap their clit.

“Unlike you uncivilized barbarians, my people have traditions and laws that we follow.” Whumper’s fingers idly traced their outer lips, teasing as realization hit Whumpee like a truck. They’d heard rumors that the other side would do this to prisoners but they’d never fathomed that the stories could be real. “One of those laws allows us to make a claim on our prisoners. It’s been three months and you haven’t cracked, which means the time limit has passed.”

Whumper’s fingers disappeared and Whumpee was too scared to move before they felt something smooth and firm wrap around their neck. It felt- it felt like a collar. Whumper then clipped something metallic sounding to the collar. No… no, Whumper couldn’t do this. Whumper couldn’t mean…

“You’re mine, bitch.” Whumper hissed in their ear, their voice full of sadistic delight. “You’re all mine.”

Without warning, two of Whumper’s fingers plunged deep into Whumpee’s pussy, and Whumpee howled with misery. Whumpee thrashed, but Whumper kept a tight grip on the leash so Whumpee was forced to remain still. Whumper’s fingers began pumping in and out at a brutal pace, thrusting deep into Whumpee’s quivering pussy.

“No! Please, please stop, I’m begging you, no-”

“Shut up, Whumpee!” Whumper yanked hard on the leash, causing Whumpee to gasp as the collar pressed against their windpipe. “You want it harder? I’ll give it to you harder.”

A third finger slid into Whumpee’s pussy and Whumpee openly sobbed, feeling nauseous and dizzy all at once.

“You like that, don’t you, Whumpee?” Whumper cackled, pressing a kiss to Whumpee’s ear.

“N-No!” Whumpee screamed, their hips flailing around to try and escape Whumper’s relentless fingers.

“Oh yes you do, you fucking whore.” Whumper giggled, easily pinning Whumpee to the table. “I can feel it.”

To their utter horror, they felt themselves getting wet, Whumper’s fingers sliding in and out of them with disgusting squelching sounds. Whumper spread their fingers, stretching their walls, never stopping their ruthless pace.

“You’re so fucking wet, Whumpee.” Whumper pressed another kiss to Whumpee’s ear, nibbling gently on the shell of their ear. “If I’d known you wanted me so badly, I’d have claimed you months ago.”

“I don’t, I don’t, stop, please!” Whumpee screamed. “I’ll do anything, please just sto-ahhhhppp!”

“Anything, huh?” Whumper smirked. “Say you’re a whore and that you want me.”

“No!” Whumpee shook their head. “I won’t, I won’t, please stop, stop, stop!”

Whumper easily added in a fourth finger, making Whumpee wail.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Please stop, I’m begging you!” Whumpee bawled, hating themselves for it but they couldn’t take it. Pain was nothing to Whumpee, Whumpee had been trained to resist the beatings, the cuttings, even any brainwashing the other side attempted. But they hadn’t been trained for this, they had never thought that even Whumper would sink this low. Whumpee’s stomach burned as forced pleasure rushed through their veins, and they felt like they were going to throw up.

“Oh, it’s too late for that, Whumpee.” Whumper chuckled, still thrusting four fingers into Whumpee’s treacherously dripping pussy. “It’s been three months, you don’t have any intel my superiors want.”

Whumper had… lied earlier? That meant that any leverage they once could’ve had was gone. They almost wished that they’d broken earlier or that Whumper had decided to kill them. This had to end, Whumpee couldn’t take any more of this.

“I- I’m a whore, and I want you.” Whumpee whispered, their blood burning in their veins.

“You’re a whore and you want me what?”

“I’m a whore and I want you, sir!” Whumpee sobbed, feeling desperate as they felt the orgasm Whumper clearly wanted looming like a tidal wave.

Whumper cackled loudly, but didn’t pull their fingers out of Whumpee, they just sped up. Gasps and moans were punched out of Whumpee, and before Whumpee could even process their body’s betrayal, they were coming all over Whumper’s hand.

“You look so good when you’re fucked out, Whumpee.” Whumper murmured as Whumpee came back to themself. “I can’t wait to see how much prettier you look when you’re in my bed.”

Whumpee whimpered, body still trembling, feeling slick run down their thighs. Whumpee longed for the days when Whumper would just beat them and cut them to hell. At least the blood loss and broken bones would’ve eventually let them pass out.

[stardustnsfwhumper]

Claimed

tw: graphic noncon, fem nonbinary whumpee, collar, prisoner

~~

“Strip.”

Whumper’s voice was cold, dispassionate as always. Whumpee sighed, but slowly began removing the meager fabric they had for clothes. Being trapped in an enemy base didn’t allow them much, their original uniform had long been taken from them, and Whumper had only given them what was required by the Peace Convention. As much as Whumpee didn’t want to do this, they’d learned very quickly that it was just easier to give Whumper what they wanted and just take the pain rather than fight and make it ten times worse. Whumper liked easy access to their bare skin, so they just removed the thin and tearing pieces of what was once clothing, leaving themselves standing in their underwear.

“Strip all the way down, Whumpee.”

Whumpee frowned, Whumper had never made them take off their underwear before. Whumper had always given them that tiny little bit of dignity.

“You- you mean…”

“Yes, you idiot.” Whumper snapped. “Take off all your damn clothes before I burn them all.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” Whumpee mumbled, bowing their head. Whumper didn’t like it when they made eye contact.

Even though Whumpee had had their skin torn open and their bones broken, they’d never felt so exposed in their life, standing before Whumper completely naked. Whumper looked them up and down with a critical eye, and Whumpee fought the urge to shift. Whumper didn’t like it when Whumpee moved without permission.

“Do you want my hand or my knife today, Whumpee?” Whumper asked, seemingly making up their mind.

Ah, Whumpee should’ve known. Whumper liked to give Whumpee a ‘choice’, as if choosing between being beaten bloody by Whumper’s hands and being cut to shreds by Whumper’s knives was any sort of choice, but Whumpee was now covered in scars and Whumper probably just wanted a new place to hurt them.

“Your hand, sir.” Whumpee mumbled. Whumper’s beatings were always better than the dozens of knives Whumper loved to play with. Whumper always said that they really loved their work.

“Are you sure?” Whumper asked, startling Whumpee. This had always been business for Whumper, they’d made that quite clear, Whumper had never asked this before.

“Y-Yes, sir.” Whumpee stuttered, their heart beginning to beat faster at the strange behavior.

“Say please.” Whumper whispered, smirking.

“S-Sir, please…” Whumpee swallowed hard. “P-Please use your hand today, sir.”

“If you insist.” Whumper chuckled softly before returning to their icy demeanor. It was almost a relief when Whumper said harshly, “Bend over the table.”

“Yes, sir.” Whumpee said, immediately laying stomach down on the cold, metal table in their cell. Whumper was going to go after their back and legs again. Whumpee could handle this. They’d taken it plenty of times before.

“Hands.”

Whumpee quickly put their hands behind their back, so Whumper could handcuff them. Whumper was going to focus on their legs then, so they instinctively spread their legs a little. Whumpee took a deep breath and prepared themselves. They could get through this, they’d gotten through everything Whumper had thrown at them before.

“You know…” Whumper whispered, their hands coming to Whumpee’s thighs. “For a traitorous bitch… you actually aren’t bad looking, Whumpee.”

“W-What?”

“Ahem.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I mean what, sir?” Whumpee quickly corrected themself.

Whumper’s hands slowly moved up and down Whumpee’s thighs, coming far too close to their ass. Whumpee started trembling, and couldn’t get themselves to stop.

“Even though you are such a pathetic excuse for a soldier, there’s just something about you that’s unique.” Whumper murmured, their hands coming to Whumpee’s ass, squeezing their cheeks.

“S-Sir, please stop.” Whumpee whimpered in fear, jerking involuntarily as Whumper’s nails dug into their asscheeks.

Smack!

Whumpee cried out as Whumper’s hand came down hard on their ass.

“You don’t give the orders here.” Whumper snarled. “Don’t make me get my knives.”

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry, sir.” Whumpee stuttered. “I- I just… please, c-can I-”

“Unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘I’m ready to talk’, I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

Whumpee’s teeth knocked together as they clamped their mouth shut.

“That’s better.” Whumper said, sounding slightly calmer. “Now… My superiors are tired of you. It’s been months and you haven’t given us anything useful. Normally, we don’t put this much effort into one prisoner, any one of my colleagues would’ve just killed you by now. But not me. I was almost hoping that you’d last, because it’s been long enough now.”

“Long enough for what, sir?” Whumpee whispered, terror overflowing in their voice.

Whumper’s hand disappeared from their ass, and Whumpee yelped when they felt a finger tap their clit.

“Unlike you uncivilized barbarians, my people have traditions and laws that we follow.” Whumper’s fingers idly traced their outer lips, teasing as realization hit Whumpee like a truck. They’d heard rumors that the other side would do this to prisoners but they’d never fathomed that the stories could be real. “One of those laws allows us to make a claim on our prisoners. It’s been three months and you haven’t cracked, which means the time limit has passed.”

Whumper’s fingers disappeared and Whumpee was too scared to move before they felt something smooth and firm wrap around their neck. It felt- it felt like a collar. Whumper then clipped something metallic sounding to the collar. No… no, Whumper couldn’t do this. Whumper couldn’t mean…

“You’re mine, bitch.” Whumper hissed in their ear, their voice full of sadistic delight. “You’re all mine.”

Without warning, two of Whumper’s fingers plunged deep into Whumpee’s pussy, and Whumpee howled with misery. Whumpee thrashed, but Whumper kept a tight grip on the leash so Whumpee was forced to remain still. Whumper’s fingers began pumping in and out at a brutal pace, thrusting deep into Whumpee’s quivering pussy.

“No! Please, please stop, I’m begging you, no-”

“Shut up, Whumpee!” Whumper yanked hard on the leash, causing Whumpee to gasp as the collar pressed against their windpipe. “You want it harder? I’ll give it to you harder.”

A third finger slid into Whumpee’s pussy and Whumpee openly sobbed, feeling nauseous and dizzy all at once.

“You like that, don’t you, Whumpee?” Whumper cackled, pressing a kiss to Whumpee’s ear.

“N-No!” Whumpee screamed, their hips flailing around to try and escape Whumper’s relentless fingers.

“Oh yes you do, you fucking whore.” Whumper giggled, easily pinning Whumpee to the table. “I can feel it.”

To their utter horror, they felt themselves getting wet, Whumper’s fingers sliding in and out of them with disgusting squelching sounds. Whumper spread their fingers, stretching their walls, never stopping their ruthless pace.

“You’re so fucking wet, Whumpee.” Whumper pressed another kiss to Whumpee’s ear, nibbling gently on the shell of their ear. “If I’d known you wanted me so badly, I’d have claimed you months ago.”

“I don’t, I don’t, stop, please!” Whumpee screamed. “I’ll do anything, please just sto-ahhhhppp!”

“Anything, huh?” Whumper smirked. “Say you’re a whore and that you want me.”

“No!” Whumpee shook their head. “I won’t, I won’t, please stop, stop, stop!”

Whumper easily added in a fourth finger, making Whumpee wail.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Please stop, I’m begging you!” Whumpee bawled, hating themselves for it but they couldn’t take it. Pain was nothing to Whumpee, Whumpee had been trained to resist the beatings, the cuttings, even any brainwashing the other side attempted. But they hadn’t been trained for this, they had never thought that even Whumper would sink this low. Whumpee’s stomach burned as forced pleasure rushed through their veins, and they felt like they were going to throw up.

“Oh, it’s too late for that, Whumpee.” Whumper chuckled, still thrusting four fingers into Whumpee’s treacherously dripping pussy. “It’s been three months, you don’t have any intel my superiors want.”

Whumper had… lied earlier? That meant that any leverage they once could’ve had was gone. They almost wished that they’d broken earlier or that Whumper had decided to kill them. This had to end, Whumpee couldn’t take any more of this.

“I- I’m a whore, and I want you.” Whumpee whispered, their blood burning in their veins.

“You’re a whore and you want me what?”

“I’m a whore and I want you, sir!” Whumpee sobbed, feeling desperate as they felt the orgasm Whumper clearly wanted looming like a tidal wave.

Whumper cackled loudly, but didn’t pull their fingers out of Whumpee, they just sped up. Gasps and moans were punched out of Whumpee, and before Whumpee could even process their body’s betrayal, they were coming all over Whumper’s hand.

“You look so good when you’re fucked out, Whumpee.” Whumper murmured as Whumpee came back to themself. “I can’t wait to see how much prettier you look when you’re in my bed.”

Whumpee whimpered, body still trembling, feeling slick run down their thighs. Whumpee longed for the days when Whumper would just beat them and cut them to hell. At least the blood loss and broken bones would’ve eventually let them pass out.

[stardustnsfwhumper]

FAQ

Welcome! Call me Kitten. This is a blog solely for nsfw whump writing, with lots of noncon and intimate whumper stories. If that's not for you, then mosey on outta here. This blog is for the freaks and the perverts.

If you want to request/submit a prompt, then please read these few rules of mine before you do.

If you want specific genitalia or pronouns for your whumpee/whumper, then please say so. If you don't, I'll go with what feels best

No fandom/character submissions

Monsterfuckers are always welcome

No vore, no feet kink, no piss/shit kinks, so please don't ask

If you're a minor, you have to wait until you turn 18 to submit a prompt.

Otherwise, go nuts. Incest, gangbangs, superhero/supervillain, whatever you want. I'll take a crack at it.

Oh, and do remember to say please ;)

[stardustnsfwhumper]

Something warm and wet was on their skin, and it made Whumpee groan softly.

“Whumpee?” A familiar voice called, sickly sweet and incredibly smug. “You awake now?”

Whumpee groaned again, becoming aware of a pounding in their head and the feeling of something tight on their hands and ankles. The wetness was back on them, their chest, their nipples, and Whumpee pried their eyes open. Gray. Their… their room wasn’t gray. Where were they? They went to sit up, but were easily stopped by the rope that had been tied around their wrists.

“Don’t move, Whumpee.” The same voice chuckled. “I won’t have you messing this up.”

“Wha- Whumper?” Whumpee gasped, their blood running cold at the sight of Whumper’s sadistic smile. “What’s going on? Where are we?”

“Nowhere.” Whumper smirked in response before leaning down to lick their nipples again. Whumpee squirmed, trying to pull away but Whumper just straddled their waist, effectively pinning Whumpee down with their weight.

“What are you doing?” Whumpee pulled on the ropes, but found them only tightening, making Whumpee wince as the harsh fibers bit into Whumpee’s skin. “Stop! Stop touching me!”

“Oh Whumpee.” Whumper chuckled darkly. “I’ve only just begun touching you. You and I are going to have so… much… fun together.” Whumper grabbed their face and slammed their lips together. Whumper’s tongue forced Whumpee’s tight lips open, licking deep into Whumpee’s mouth. Whumpee shrieked and desperately tried to pull free of Whumper’s grip, but Whumper was too strong for them. Whumper had always been too strong for them.

“I’ve been waiting for this day to come, Whumpee.” Whumper said as they pulled back. “Having you isn’t enough, not by a longshot. You need to be up to my exact specifications, I want every inch of you to be just how I pictured it. And since you’re not, well, I have to make a couple adjustments. You understand, of course.”

Whumper kept their piercing eyes on Whumpee as Whumper reached over and got something from the table beside them. Whumpee screamed and thrashed in terror as Whumper admired the long needle in their hands.

“Stop whining, Whumpee.” Whumper snapped. “It won’t hurt that bad. You’re being ridiculously overdramatic.”

“No, please, Whumper, don’t, I don’t want this, I don’t-” Whumpee pleaded but Whumper didn’t even seem to hear them, only aligning the needle with Whumpee’s now stiff nipple. “Whumper, no, please, Whumper, no-aaaAAAHHHHHH!”

An intense and all-consuming pain suddenly became all Whumpee could think about as the sharp metal skewered the oversensitive bud. Whumpee couldn’t tear their eyes away even as they wanted to, watching in agony as Whumper moved as if Whumpee wasn’t still screaming, pulling the needle through the new hole in their nipple and sliding a barbell through. The diamonds glittered in the light, and Whumper learned down and kissed Whumpee’s nipple, drawing out another choked cry of pain as the slight pressure sent another bolt of agony through Whumpee’s chest.

“That’s one, Whumpee.” Whumper smiled, using an alcohol wipe to clean the blood off of the piercing needle. “Time for the second.”

“No, please, stop, I’m begging you, Whumper, please don’t-”

“Quit blubbering.” Whumper snarled, clearly getting annoyed. “It’s your own fault! I imagined you with piercings, Whumpee, you said you were going to go get them. You told me you would.”

“I- I chickened out, okay!” Whumpee said, feeling trapped as Whumper began to align the needle with their unpierced nipple. “I couldn’t go through with it! Please, please don’t, Whumper, I’m begging you-”

Time seemed to slow as Whumper forced the needle through Whumpee’s sensitive skin again, eliciting a howl of pure agony as Whumpee’s back arced to try and escape the pain. Whumper moved methodically, as if they hadn’t just irrevocably changed Whumpee to their very core, pulling the needle through and replacing it with a matching barbell.

“That’s better.” Whumper said, leaning down to press a kiss on their freshly pierced nipple again. “You’re so beautiful, Whumpee. So beautiful.”

Whumpee sobbed, unable to hold tears back anymore. Their chest throbbed with every beat of their heart, off-kilter as the two separate pains became a monstrous one, and they heard Whumper set the needle down. Lips pressed against their own again, softer this time, following Whumpee’s movements to keep Whumpee from breaking the kiss.

“I hate you.” Whumpee choked out, tears streaming down their face with abandon. “I hate you so much.”

“No you don’t.” Whumper smiled, a sadistic undercurrent that sent a jolt of nausea to Whumpee’s stomach. “Not yet anyway.”

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Something warm and wet was on their skin, and it made Whumpee groan softly.

“Whumpee?” A familiar voice called, sickly sweet and incredibly smug. “You awake now?”

Whumpee groaned again, becoming aware of a pounding in their head and the feeling of something tight on their hands and ankles. The wetness was back on them, their chest, their nipples, and Whumpee pried their eyes open. Gray. Their… their room wasn’t gray. Where were they? They went to sit up, but were easily stopped by the rope that had been tied around their wrists.

“Don’t move, Whumpee.” The same voice chuckled. “I won’t have you messing this up.”

“Wha- Whumper?” Whumpee gasped, their blood running cold at the sight of Whumper’s sadistic smile. “What’s going on? Where are we?”

“Nowhere.” Whumper smirked in response before leaning down to lick their nipples again. Whumpee squirmed, trying to pull away but Whumper just straddled their waist, effectively pinning Whumpee down with their weight.

“What are you doing?” Whumpee pulled on the ropes, but found them only tightening, making Whumpee wince as the harsh fibers bit into Whumpee’s skin. “Stop! Stop touching me!”

“Oh Whumpee.” Whumper chuckled darkly. “I’ve only just begun touching you. You and I are going to have so… much… fun together.” Whumper grabbed their face and slammed their lips together. Whumper’s tongue forced Whumpee’s tight lips open, licking deep into Whumpee’s mouth. Whumpee shrieked and desperately tried to pull free of Whumper’s grip, but Whumper was too strong for them. Whumper had always been too strong for them.

“I’ve been waiting for this day to come, Whumpee.” Whumper said as they pulled back. “Having you isn’t enough, not by a longshot. You need to be up to my exact specifications, I want every inch of you to be just how I pictured it. And since you’re not, well, I have to make a couple adjustments. You understand, of course.”

Whumper kept their piercing eyes on Whumpee as Whumper reached over and got something from the table beside them. Whumpee screamed and thrashed in terror as Whumper admired the long needle in their hands.

“Stop whining, Whumpee.” Whumper snapped. “It won’t hurt that bad. You’re being ridiculously overdramatic.”

“No, please, Whumper, don’t, I don’t want this, I don’t-” Whumpee pleaded but Whumper didn’t even seem to hear them, only aligning the needle with Whumpee’s now stiff nipple. “Whumper, no, please, Whumper, no-aaaAAAHHHHHH!”

An intense and all-consuming pain suddenly became all Whumpee could think about as the sharp metal skewered the oversensitive bud. Whumpee couldn’t tear their eyes away even as they wanted to, watching in agony as Whumper moved as if Whumpee wasn’t still screaming, pulling the needle through the new hole in their nipple and sliding a barbell through. The diamonds glittered in the light, and Whumper learned down and kissed Whumpee’s nipple, drawing out another choked cry of pain as the slight pressure sent another bolt of agony through Whumpee’s chest.

“That’s one, Whumpee.” Whumper smiled, using an alcohol wipe to clean the blood off of the piercing needle. “Time for the second.”

“No, please, stop, I’m begging you, Whumper, please don’t-”

“Quit blubbering.” Whumper snarled, clearly getting annoyed. “It’s your own fault! I imagined you with piercings, Whumpee, you said you were going to go get them. You told me you would.”

“I- I chickened out, okay!” Whumpee said, feeling trapped as Whumper began to align the needle with their unpierced nipple. “I couldn’t go through with it! Please, please don’t, Whumper, I’m begging you-”

Time seemed to slow as Whumper forced the needle through Whumpee’s sensitive skin again, eliciting a howl of pure agony as Whumpee’s back arced to try and escape the pain. Whumper moved methodically, as if they hadn’t just irrevocably changed Whumpee to their very core, pulling the needle through and replacing it with a matching barbell.

“That’s better.” Whumper said, leaning down to press a kiss on their freshly pierced nipple again. “You’re so beautiful, Whumpee. So beautiful.”

Whumpee sobbed, unable to hold tears back anymore. Their chest throbbed with every beat of their heart, off-kilter as the two separate pains became a monstrous one, and they heard Whumper set the needle down. Lips pressed against their own again, softer this time, following Whumpee’s movements to keep Whumpee from breaking the kiss.

“I hate you.” Whumpee choked out, tears streaming down their face with abandon. “I hate you so much.”

“No you don’t.” Whumper smiled, a sadistic undercurrent that sent a jolt of nausea to Whumpee’s stomach. “Not yet anyway.”