Favorite trope is when whumpee has someone/something to protect and will nearly die trying to do so, only to show how truly broken and beat up they are when the person is safe
Thinking about a tiny female whumper, think like 5'0-5'4, and a giant male whumpee, like 5'10-6'3 and the size difference between them. He's terrified of her despite her small stature
I just read violets first auction is there anymore of this story?
So far, no, I haven’t written any continuation of it, but I’ve definitely wanted to and had multiple ideas where the story could go with them since Viola would probably be forced by her dad to be a whumper or bear witness to her dad have multiple whump sessions and hearing Damien’s screams. I’m just trying to think of a starting point for the second part.
Whumper who always acts super happy and is all smiles when around/having a whumper session with whumpee. Even going so far as to say nearly everything in an extremely cheerful tone. Ex.
"Wow! You bruise so easily!"
"You look so cute when you're covered in bruises!"
"Look at you, trying to look so tough when you're trembling like a leaf!"
"Hearing your cries is like music to my ears, darling!"
Whumper video taping their whumping sessions that even when they’re tired from a long day at work, or just don’t feel up to it, they can strap down whumpee, force open their eyes and force them to watch themselves be subjected to various beatings, cuts, and every other thing that brought up memories of each wound. This can go on for as short as an hour to as long as eight hours, all without the whumpee being able to blink, unable to look away from themselves in the video. They swear they can still feel everything that was done, as though it were a phantom pain.
Whumper having a live stream where the audience gets to decide the whumpee's punishments through a voting system after whumpee had done something to either displease or anger whumper.
Sloppily tugging it out their belt loops and into their rough hand. Whumpee drops to the floor, kneeling while shielding their head from the incoming attacks. The belt slashing back and forth across their back, in turn making rose colored whip marks where the belt had just left their skin.
Whumper having pets that they absolutely pamper to the point of said pets being spoiled rotten, all the while whumpee is incredibly jealous of the pet that they get to be pampered while they get the polar opposite in terms of treatment. They’re embarrassed and ashamed at the same time for getting jealous over a family pet.
I don’t know what it is about that trope where people are forced to eat either off of the floor or out of a bowl, and not being allowed to eat at a table but it just gets me feeling some type of way. Bonus points if that person was once in a high position of power and is now forced to eat from the floor like an animal.
This was the first time that Viola had been to a place like this, it had been her father's idea to bring her to this auction. Although she knew they were wealthy, she didn't think her father would be interested in them since it was antique items or arbitrary things that they already owned or didn't have room for that were being sold. Her father had assured her that it was a unique item that was being sold, nothing that they had already owned. Figuring that it was better to see for herself rather than arguing when she hadn't even been there yet, Viola agreed to accompany her father to the auction.
They'd gotten to the large auction room rather early, thus got to sit front row to get the best view of the products being sold. A few others were already there before the brunette and her father had even arrived, all of them looking rather excited. In a way, it made her excited as well since this would be a first for her and if other patrons were excited then these must be rare and exceptional items. Her anticipation rose with every passing moment, and she occasionally would take glances at her father who seemed just as excited as the other people there. Taking a moment to get his attention, Viola asked in more of a hushed tone than was necessary, "So, do you know what all is being auctioned? Or, is it more of a surprise?"
Turning his attention toward his daughter's pale visage, he merely replied, "It's a surprise, but don't worry, I'll only get the best. If you want anything or see anything here that catches your eye, just let me know and I'll get it for you."
Peering back up at the auctioneer stage, Viola couldn't help but clap her hands together in delight as she was starting to understand why her dad had brought her here. He wanted to give her an exotic gift! She couldn't quite think of anything she'd done recently that would warrant him doing this for her, save for her grades, or progressing with her violin and piano. Regardless of the reason, Viola was just happy that she could spend time with her, usually busy, dad.
It didn't take long for the auctioneer to come to the stage, nor for the seats to become completely filled. Although he began to speak to the crowd, thanking them all for coming, and introducing the products as rare, and exotic, Viola was finding it hard to concentrate and her chocolate eyes darted to the doors that stood on either side of the stage, wondering what all would come out of them. She was both nervous and excited to find out what exactly made these items so exotic as they had said.
Though, the seventeen year old clued back in once he'd shouted for the workers to begin bringing out their products for the show. Viola swore her heart could burst from how excited she was. Watching both doors, her excitement quickly turned to a mix of confusion and horror once the doors opened to reveal people in tattered clothing, chained at their wrists, and looking at the floor instead of the crowd that had gathered there for them.
From what the brunette could gather just by looking at them, it seemed that the two groups were separated by whether they were male or female. The women stood on the left and the men on the right. Some of them didn't even have a reaction to what was happening, others looked petrified or angered by what they were being subjected to. What stood out to her immediately from the men's side was a boy around her age with white hair and a muzzle on his mouth. None of the others had this, from what she could see. Was he overly aggressive and have a tendency to bite when angered, or were they trying to treat him like an animal? Uncertainty beginning to plague her mind, Viola turned to her, still smiling, father. "Dad," she whispered, "what is this? Why are these people on stage, and in chains?"
"I told you, they're rare and I'll get one for you should one particularly stand out to you." He didn't even turn to look at her as he said that, he just kept staring at the people being presented as mere products instead of the humans they were. A look of shock came over her as the sounds of chains shifting, and the voice of the auctioneer pulled her attention back to the stage. A chill went down her spine as she saw a woman up there in the spotlight, looking as though this wasn't the first time she'd been presented in front of a crowd like this. The auctioneer went on and on about her as if she wasn't standing right next him, and before Viola knew it the bids began. The people who had once been silent were now clamoring for this woman, shouting numbers, all higher than the last before she was finally sold to the person who had shouted the highest number without any opposition.
For a little while, Viola shut down in abject shock and horror, wondering how this was even legal. Though, she did wonder what would happen to these people since they were being sold as if they were objects or slaves. A few more people were sold before she dared look back at the stage, and she froze at who she saw on display. It was that boy, the one who had white hair and the muzzle.
Now that he was much closer to the crowd, Viola was able to get a much better look at him. He was tall, incredibly muscular, and seemed to be around her age, if not in his early twenties, late teens. Despite how he looked, he was just as pale as Viola, as though he'd been kept inside for some time against his will. Though, aside from his white hair, his most striking feature were his mismatched eyes. Even from where she sat, Viola could clearly make out that his right eye was a similar brown to her own while his left eye was a beautiful sky blue.
Even despite the situation, Viola felt as though she should do something to save him from any nasty fate, but the only way to do that was to buy him. While the auctioneer prattled on about this boy, Viola practically whipped her head in the direction of her dad and whispered, "Dad, that boy. Do you think... Do you think I could get him?" It pained her to ask such a question, but if she wanted to spare him, it was the only way. Certainly, there were many others who she could easily save, but Viola felt as though it would seem too suspicious if she was interested in all of them at once. Thus, she settled on the more aggressive one.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm absolutely certain."
He made a face of mild surprise at the change of heart his daughter had, but was glad that she'd made a decision before all of the products had been snatched up, however aggressive they seemed. He did worry, though, about this muzzled boy being too aggressive and even hurting his beloved daughter. He would make certain to give this one proper training so it would never come to that unpleasant scenario.
As promised, once the auctioneer started the bid, Viola's dad had raised his numbered flag, calling out a number much higher than what was originally placed. Others tried to outbid him, but the brunette's father was stubborn, and persistent. He was determined to keep the promise he'd made and get her the object of her fancy. With each and every bid, Viola's father always bet much higher, until eventually, the others had stopped trying to outbid him, thus the muzzled boy was sold to Viola and her father.
Upon going collect their prize, the boy practically growled at them as though he were a feral animal wearing human skin. If he could, he would have told the both of them off, if not for his mouth being forcefully kept shut.
Despite his obvious display of aggression, Viola's dad merely smirked as though mocking him, all the while his daughter wanted to approach.
Taking cautious steps forward, Viola attempted to get close enough to try and remove that muzzle of his, but before she could, the much taller male lunged at her. This earned him a swift, heavy punch to the face from her dad, who then grabbed the white haired boy by his hair and stated through that, now strained, smile.
"Attempt anything like that with my daughter again, and I'll make your life hell. I'll make anything you've already endured seem like heaven." The older of the two let him go, but practically shoved him away, almost making the white haired boy lose his balance, but as soon as he'd stabilized himself glared daggers at the older male. If looks could kill, Viola's dad surely would have been dead multiple times over. As for the brunette, herself, she took that opportunity to approach the, already agitated, boy again. To try and silently tell him that she wouldn't hurt him, she gently placed her right hand upon his left cheek, cupping that side of his face.
At first, he tried to push her hand away with his head, but a certain older fellow was watching his every move. Just like that, he was forced to allowed Viola to cup his face with her right hand, which, he didn't want to admit, was nice to feel after being manhandled, muzzled, and even torn away from everything he'd once known. Even If it was only slightly, his facial expression did soften as his mismatched eyes found Viola's behind her square glasses. He even found himself leaning into her touch the more her hand had stayed.
It looked like he had no other choice than to be a good dog.
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