#electro torture

[tickle-prisoner-writer]

"I've gotta go to bed, Twinkletoes, but your foot spanking isn't over so I'll let these electrodes continue the job. I'll get you back to your cage tomorrow morning. Good night!"

[loreleiloon]

Suave but callous whumper torturing info out of whumpee(do they have the info??? Would they tell whumper made up info??? Cry?? BEG????) 💁

(also, I hope you got some rest :3)

(I did get sleep, yes ;-; But also since work is NSFW, am going to put it below cut. Hope you enjoy!! And thank you for putting in the ask again, heh)

"Shhh, shhh, crying doesn't fix anything," Whumper sighs, as if this hurts him more than it's hurting the writhing body on the table. "It wouldn't have come to this if you had just been honest..." Whumpee screams when another current ripples through them, "I was! I don't--fuck--I don't know anything--!" "Other whumper saw you at the party," Whumper drones, testing the knobs at the end of the live wires. "She saw your silhouette in the window during the hand-off. Really, Whumpee, I didn't take you for someone this..." His eyes trail down their naked form, "sloppy." Another scream wrangles out of Whumpee. It sounds like a moan. "Please--please, I don't know what you want--from me--"

Whumper's fingers fiddle with the further knob, "Hmm? I just want the truth." "I don't have it--" Whumpee's sobbing now. "Lying doesn't look good on you, Whumpee." "I'm not lying!--oh, stop!" "If she hadn't seen you, I wouldn't have to do this," Whumper's hand paints Whumpee's navel, "You do know how much I hate hurting you..." "Then...stop...please..." Whumpee's shaking from the pain. Whumper leans close, his tired eyes a breath away from Whumpee's, "When you answer me, I will." Groaning in agony, Whumpee sinks back on the hard wood surface, exhausted. "Fu--fine, I was--I was there--" Whumper drops lower so Whumpee can turn towards his ear, "I took the--the substances and I--nngh--I passed them off to--to--to Caretaker--" "When?" "I don't--know. I think it was--midnight--" "Mmm...are you sure?" His rich voice is a stark contrast to the ringing in Whumpee's ears, "I can't let you go on just a possiblity, Whumpee." "Yes, I'm sure, now please--please let me go, Whumper." Whumper's eyes flicker to the door. "Where is Caretaker now?" "I don't know." Sighing, Whumper lets his lips graze Whumpee's neck, "Oh, what a convenience." His hand returns to the electro knob. With a keen, Whumpee tries to wrench away from Whumper. It doesn't work. "No-no! I swear I don't, Whumper, I swear!" Whumper pauses, his hand resting on the knob, "...very well." And he turns it, but the other way. Whumpee collapses in place, panting like a wounded dog. With a smile, Whumper nuzzles against Whumpee's tearstained face. "Not so hard when you can lose your pride, isn't it?" He remarks. "I hate you," Whumpee chokes. Whumper chuckles, "That just means you're still sane, Whumpee. For now..."

[legstiedapart]

[whump-me]

The prisoner screamed, their broken voice hoarse and desperate, as the current arced through their body. They screamed for mercy, for another chance, for a quick death.

But there was no one to hear them. Their captors had already left. It was clear by now that the prisoner had no useful information, and their pain was no longer entertaining.

No one heard as they screamed so hard they tore their vocal cords.

No one heard as the screams faded away.

No one heard their last choked whimper as the life left their body.

And no one saw their rigid muscles slacken into limp twitches as the current continued to flow through the unresisting corpse.

[superheroineperil]

[itsawhumpderfullife]

Whump Prompt #132

Each breath subtly shuddering, Whumpee pushed themselves up and supported themselves on their hands. Sweat dripped down from them, rolling down their face, some gathering at the tip of Whumpee’s nose before falling to the cement floor under them.

Above them stood Whumper with a conspicuous remote. With how Whumper was holding the  small black remote, one might have thought it was a weapon, a detonator to a bomb, or something worse. 

But as Whumper pressed down a particular button on the remote, Whumpee’s entire body spasmed and locked into place. Luckily, the spasm was enough for Whumpee not to plunge face first into the hard floor. Instead, their body used what little momentum it had gathered and flipped Whumpee halfway onto their back.

Stuck on their side, Whumpee gazed at Whumper’s boots as they stood there, unable to look up at Whumper as the pulse of electricity coursed from the collar st snugly around their neck into their body.

“Pity you didn’t ruin that useless face of yours, pet. I would’ve loved to see a few teeth knocked from you.”

Eyes flickering up, Whumpee began to wonder when this bout of torture would end. If this went on much longer, Whumpee could begin to seriously get impaired. 

“Perhaps... I need to attend to some other business, let this be a lesson to you, pet.“

Whumpee’s eyes could only plead and desperately blink as Whumper’s boots walked out the door, leaving the collar to continuously shock them.

It was Whumpee’s hope that remote worked longer distances, as it wouldn’t be much longer until everything would get a whole lot worse.

They just... had to hope.

[shirtlessthomas]

Michael Pare shirtless torture in Deadly Heroes (1993)

[konterfei-photography-blog]

You Bastard!