#future torture

[theloveofwhump]

Hurtcember #27: Run

Whumper roused Whumpee from sleep with a rough tug of his collar, the chaffing sting pulled him painfully alert as his sleepy eyes found themselves inches from Whumpers.

Whumpee gasped in a shallow breath and swallowed as much as the tight collar would allow, throat tight, Adam’s apple pushed against the rough leather.

Whumpee’s teeth clenched as Whumper dragged him upward off his quilt, cuffed his hands behind him and frogmarched him from his cell and down some metal stairs. With his arms pinned behind him his balance is off and he staggered against Whumper’s brisk pace, slipping against the stairs. Whumper snarled in his ear and dragged him upright again, nails cutting into his skin with the force of Whumper grip. 

He was shoved into a room with a shiny cold metal table and chair. Whumper released him as he started to arrange the restraints on the table with a tenderness that always means the pain that’s going to be inflicted on Whumpee will be unimaginable, as he shudders and takes an involuntary step back he realises the door to the room is still open. 

Whumpee glances back at Whumper, who is still fixed on his task and made the split second decision to run. As he flees through the door, he feels more than hears the small sigh of annoyance behind him.

He turns and runs down the long corridor, hope spears through him, if he can just get through the next door he will be up the steps and almost outside.

As he reaches the door, two small prongs smack into his lower back. He hears a crackle of electricity a moment before agony flares through his entire body, the current overloading his nervous system causing him to crash to the ground. 

His body spasms and contorts as all his nerves are activated, a sharp sensation all over, painful shocks that feel like he is being lashed with a live wire.

And just as quickly it stops. Whumpee rolls onto his back, trying to catch his breath. His muscles spasm and jerk, he opens stinging eyes only to be met with Whumper’s furious gaze above him.

Whumper bends down and grasps Whumpee’s arm, almost with bone breaking pressure. As he drags Whumpee back down the hallway, Whumper makes him a promise:

“For that little stunt Whumpee, I’m going to make you pay. You thought you knew pain before? I’m going to make you scream until you pass out, I’m going to bring you to the point of death again and again, then heal you up and repeat it all again. Burning, drowning, nail guns, blades. 

And you will never escape me, you will live in perpetual agony for the rest of your long miserable life”.

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[kim-poce]

CW: female whumper, male whumpee, defiant whumpee, implied future torture.

"You have half an hour to finish cleaning this shit," Whumper gestured to the kitchen, "and it's better to do it right unless you want to taste your own blood today," Whumper threatened the person in front of her.

"As if you won't beat me up anyway even if I finish in time," Whumpee talked back, earning himself a backhand across his face, parting his lips, "See, just as I said."

"Kneel."

He did, the punishment for talking back was bearable, the ones for desobeying are not.

Whumper kicked his face, making him fall on the floor just to forcing himself on his knees again. He was already testing blood.

"I changed my mind," Whumper declared as she pulled her brass knuckles out of her pocket, sending shivers down Whumpee's spine, "Fuck cleaning, let's paint this floor red today."

[inclementweather]

The Trouble with Kittens Revisited

Pyro tried to pull their hands down, but the tightness around their wrists seemed to be rope or cuffs or something like that.  They could no longer feel their hands but they had to be there, right?  Otherwise the ropes would just slip off the stubs of their forearms.  They tried moving their fingers, unsure if anything was happening or not.  Pyro grunted and shifted, one booted foot to the other.  At least they could still hear their feet shuffling on the floor. That was a good thing.  Right?  

Pyro remembered Spy and the promise of a kitten, walking out of the base, happy to be going to see something new.  Blood and violence lost its charm and kittens were fluffy.  Cute.  They had hoped that it would be a friendly kitten, that they could sneak it into their room and have a new friend.  They giggled, remembering when Engie had found the snake and run screaming around and around the common room until Sniper had caught it and put it outside.  

They had even been excited enough to hold Spy’s hand, only to get outside and realize that Spy wasn’t Spy, he was actually BLU Spy but by that time it had been too late and Pyro had been grabbed and something was thrown over their head and now they were hanging here in the dark and this was REALLY BAD and Engie was gonna be pissed. 

Pyro realized that their breathing was huffing in and out in ragged gasps and took a deep breath, then another and s l o w l y another, trying to ward off the panic they could feel rising in their chest.  There was no way of getting out of this.  

Pyro pulled harder on the ropes, hoping against hope that they would give and they could be free. Suddenly the familiar comfort of their gas mask was restrictive, their breathing no longer the familiar, comforting susurrus of air moving in and out of their lungs, but a harshly strident discord,  the frightening sound of midnight gales whipping around buildings and threatening to carry away anyone unwary enough to be outside in them.  

Pyro wanted to scream, but all that they could manage was a muffled whoosh of breath, soft and weak as the dying mews of a kitten.  Pyro shuddered, hoping that, whatever the BLU team did, it wouldn’t hurt for too long but knowing that hoping for a quick death was hoping for too much. 

[theloveofwhump]

I am aiming for this to be a 37 odd chapter series that will go right across the prompts for Febuwhump. The first 4 chapters are prelude to what will evolve into a Leader and team medical testing and torture based series and will get very Whumpy!!

Under Controlled Conditions: The Plot

Prelude to Febuwhump 2026: Chapter 3

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Calvin met up with Dr Hudson that evening in his home office. The nearby log fire warming the chilled night. He shook off his jacket and accepted a large brandy from Jack as the doctor took his seat across the table from him. A table filled with maps, work schedules and schematics. 

“I have a plan to get to our former team and deal a little payback to our dear friends” Dr Hudson smiled as he sipped his own drink. “And by payback I mean ‘Torture the fuck out of them and the sell them to the highest bidder’, in the name of research of course”.

Dr Hudson leaned forward and pushed a satellite image over to Calvin. “This is where I need your help. I need you to confirm building locations and weak points where I can kidnap, hmmm, I mean acquire our subjects”.

“And what are WE going to do with the team when we have them?” 

The doctor grinned and raised his glass with a nod toward Calvin. “I knew you wanted this as much as me. My plan is to iron out the kinks in the research, make sure the serum is stable before we re-market it. But I want to go further, I’d like to see if it heals bones as well as skin. I want to see its effects on internal organs more closely. I want to see if it helps numb even the most excruciating forms of pain. What is the worst type of wound it can mend, burns, cuts, full body sections?”

Calvin paused for a moment, brows knitted in concentration over his blue eyes. “We never went to those extremes on the original trials”.

“Yes” sighed Doctor Hudson, “I was always researched focused. This time I’m getting my research finished and delighting in hurting those sons of bitches as much as humanly possible before I cut out their innards and shred them to bits slowly”. The doctor let out a long breath, fists uncurling as the heat from his rant drained from him.

“Ok then” said Calvin and he pulled a file of satellite photos to the top of the pile and flicked through them, taking the time to study each one carefully. “We can’t take them in the compound or at their barracks, we’d never get them out and you can bet they’ve changed all the codes since we left”. He continued to pour over the images before throwing one toward Dr Hudson, it landed on the table in front of him. 

“Yes”. Jack pulled the photo toward him and tapped a finger to the picture. “I remember this bar, you always went on a Friday after we’d finished in the lab. It’s off base isn’t it?”

“It is”, Calvin verified the image “and the bar tender owes me a rather large favour, I’m sure I can persuade him to add a little something to the teams last round”

“How do you know you can trust him?”

“Because he knows he either helps me or gets a large calibre round to the forehead”. Calvin tapped his fingers on the desk and proceeded to make the phone call. A short few minutes later he hung up and with a simple nod confirmed, “He’s onboard, now we just have to choose which team members we want to work for us”.

Dr Hudson took in the file with the teams listed skills and read out loud:

“Darius Jenkins: Team Leader. Excellent in firearms and hand to hand combat. Advanced medical training. 

AJ (Andy Jenkins): Weapons Specialist, backup field medical technician. No relation to Darius according to files although they get on extremely well, like their own little team.

Danny Louis: Test Subject Procurement Lead, fully trained scout and surveillance officer. Good field medical background

Joel Richardson: Muscle of the team. Carries out abductions of test subjects. Advanced field combat. 

Paula Harris (Harris): Highly trained in standard surveillance. Drone surveillance. Computer wizz. Skilled in manipulation, useful asset when test subjects got out of line.”

He closed the file and stood to refill his drink before turning back to Calvin. “I don’t care too much but I think we should just take two of them. Beat the rest senseless and leave them in the street. Much easier to control two. I know you have a say in this too, but I’m taking Darius no matter what. I’m going to abuse him, test on him and break him. I’m going to torture the little bastard until he can’t remember his own name”. 

Calvin huffed, “Well then I suggest AJ as the second, they’re really close to each other, we can play on that” Calvin paused for a moment before adding “He’s also an insufferable prick. Would do him good to be taken down a peg or twenty, reduce him to a bleeding mess”.

Dr Hudson took a long drink. “As long as we complete the research I’ll be a happy man, the fact that I’ll make these two suffer inexplicably is just an additional joy to me”.

The doctor raised his glass again and toasted Calvin. “To success my friend, make sure you have the acquisition team ready to go for this Friday”.

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[kim-poce]

Five sentence fic: Scarly had a new toy, and she was itching to use it.

Scarly 4 - Game

I wanted to do something more gorey (graphic) but, well, take your whump anyway!

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CW: whumpee turned whumper, whumper turned whumpee lady whump (past, mentioned), broken bones, hand whump, future torture.

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Scarly had a new toy, and she was itching to use it, although she didn't quite know how.

The years had taught them many "games" but they didn't quite fit now. Whumpee liked scarring, he covered the scars with new ones so often, but he didn't like it when things get dangerous, when bones break or when Scarly lost too much blood.

I don't have this problem though. There is no reason to keep Whumpee whole, no reason to fear for their life, their life doesn't matter, nothing matters.

When Scarly walked in Whumpee tried to back away, not that they could, not tied up like they –always– are. "P-p-please."

"Shhhh," Scarly's tone was sweet –almost childish– as see walked closer with their hands behind their back, "You don't want to use the gag again, or do you, piece of shit?"

Whumpee shook his head, holding in a whimper. Gag meant no food, and they already get so so little of it.

"I know which game to play today!" Scarly declared happily, running towards the torture tools, making Whumpee curl on themselves. "This is for every time you put your disgusting hands on me, I can't have a toy touching me at will."

Scarly picked a plier up, and Whumpee's eyes widened in horror, "Don't worry, I won't cut your fingers off, not today at least, I could only do that a few times after all," she gave a too-wide smile and Whumpee almost started to beg again, "But I can take your nails, one by one, and when they grow back up I'll do it again and again and again."

It was a fitting game, if anything she might simply keep going one day and cut a few fingers off. Great.

They stepped closer at each word, and Whumpee could do nothing but plead with their eyes.

"Give me your hand, asshole, and don't forget to scream, we both know how much I love to hear!"

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[kim-poce]

Scarly 3 - Nightmare

Attacked in Their Sleep for Scarly's Whumper Whumpee

Requested by Anon

RED - Requested

YELLOW - This One

GREEN - Done

Requests are Open

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CW: broken bones mention, knife, past/future torture,

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Scarly woke up covered in sweat, they hugged themselves, rocking back and forth as she tried to breathe. Her face showed horror and dread at first, changing to surprise for a second as she remember where they were. In a room, sleeping on a bed, not restrained, not threatened.

Scarly then gritted her teeth in wrath, it's their fault, their fault, their fault.

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Whumpee was sleeping, tied tightly to a chair, their leg was patched up now, it still hurt, it hurt so much. He didn't think they would be able to sleep in so much pain, but the exhaustion proved itself strong, and at some point, he was no longer conscious.

Until they were.

He screamed awake at the sudden new pain, their body forgetting that they couldn't walk and trying to get up, their eyes trying to see something.

"How dare you?" Scarly hissed on his ear, he knew the source of the pain now, it was the kitchen knife stabbed in their shoulder, "How there you sleep so fucking peacefully when I'm awake, ugh?"

Whumpee swallowed hard, he hadn't done anything, in truth, since the day Scarly broke their leg that couldn't do anything even if they tried, they were only allowed out of that chair long enough to be tied in someplace else.

"I'm sorry, Master," He said anyway, it was safer, they didn't know they would bend so easily, they didn't know they were this weak. But he was.

"Sorry?" she slapped him hard across their face, "Sorry?" another slap, "You thinking fucking apologizing will solve this? Do you really think so?"

"N-no, I'm so-"

"SHUT UP," Scarly shouted, her eyes were full of rage that he hadn't seen yet. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" they shouted while slapping, punching, kicking.

Whumpee had not enough time to beg between the hits, not that begging would work. All they could do was to take it, to take the pain, to hope she gets bored soon.

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[kim-poce]

Stupid

This is my first purely lady whump thing, please enjoy.

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CW: lady whumpee, lady whumper, humiliation, hair grabbing, captivity, chains, future torture.

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Anna let out a small whine and backed away in fear, filling the room with the metallic clanks from the chains.

Rachel laughed in mockery. "Oh, my little thing, why do you still try this? I knew you were stupid but I thought you would've learned simple things by now," she tsked her tongue as if disappointed or as if she hadn't a grin on her face, "I guess this is on me from thinking a dumb mutt like you could learn something by yourself. You need another lesson, don't you think so?"

"P-please, please don't," Anna begged, covering her head with her arms, "I can't I can't anymore, please-"

"Shhhhh" Rachel's tone was dangerously low, and Anna had no choice but to cover her mouth desperately, "be a good girl and come here."

Anna didn't obey, instead, she tried to back away further letting out muffled involuntary whimpers.

"You don't fail on surprising me with how fucking idiot you are," Rachel said menacingly, walking closer and grabbing her by the hair, pressing her lips on Anna's ear, "Don't worry, little mutt, I have plenty of patience to teach a fucking brainless idiot like you. Now be sure of one thing–" she tightened her grip, making Anna hiss "–after this lesson will you won't be able to as much as open your eyes, much less back away pathetically like an fucking animal."

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