New series real!!!! I just need to torment a man for science it's in my blood and I had a lovely idea a few weeks ago so now we're here wheeeeeee
FYI this is set in like an alternate modern world because I wanted to make up fake countries having a fake war and probably some fake science. Pretty much everything else is the same as this world thanks <3
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Ingredients: noncon piercing, threat of noncon tattoo, slight dehumanization, there is an IV but we don't see it going in
The last thing Xavier remembered was the bullet piercing his side. Collapsing in the mud. Hitting his head on a rock. Screaming for help as his squad ran away. And then…
Xavier jerked awake, the beeping of the heart-rate monitor attached to his chest speeding up even as he tried to calm himself down. White walls. Cold sheets. An IV in his arm. His dog tags on the bedside table. A clipboard at the end of the bed.
He was in a hospital, and he was safe.
Sighing in relief, he laid back down, wincing at the pain in his side. Yup, he definitely got shot. Hopefully the bullet was out now.
But…something was weird about the way the pillow touched the back of his head. He could feel it against his neck, like his hair was-
His hands flew up to his head, a sob catching in his throat as his hands ran though what was left of his hair. It had been buzzed short all over, not just around the bandage over his wound. It was a bit longer on the top of his head, but not by much. He'd cut all his hair off when he first started to transition, but he'd ended up hating having short hair, and now he kept it a little past his chin and dyed bright red. He hadn't had it redone in a while, and he sadly wondered if there was even any red left.
Maybe there had just been too much blood and dirt matted in his hair? He couldn't think of any other reason a hospital would do that. He just wished they'd asked his fucking permission.
Really, it was a little unsettling how clean he was. He'd fallen in the mud and definitely bled a lot from his head and his side, but there was no trace of anything on his skin. The thought of the hospital workers stripping him and scrubbing him down and cutting off his hair while he was unconscious was more than a little unnerving. He crossed his arms over his chest, wondering if they were going to respect him or not now that they'd seen his body.
Just as the unease had started to shift into boredom, the door finally clicked open. A Black woman walked in, her dark locs tied up in a messy bun. She gave him a warm smile when they made eye contact.
"I'm glad to see you're awake, is it…Mister Fierro? I'm Dr. Kamau. How are you feeling?"
"Y-yeah. Mister. Um… I'm okay, I guess? My pain's not too bad, so I assume this stuff is helping." He pointed towards the IV bag hanging next to him. Dr. Kamau nodded as she scribbled on his clipboard. "But, um, can I ask why…why did you cut all my hair off without asking me? I-"
"We're sorry about that, sir." She hung her head slightly, frowning. "It was just so matted with blood and dirt, and we needed to take care of the laceration on your head quickly. You'd lost quite a bit of blood between that and your gunshot wound."
Xavier pressed his lips together and nodded. It was the response he expected, but it's not like that would make his hair grow back now. "I understand. A-and thank you for saving my life. I didn't mean to sound ungrateful, I just…"
Dr. Kamau held up a hand. "It's our job, sir. We're just glad we found you in time. Now," she flipped through the pages of the clipboard, "I have a few questions for you, and then I'll go and grab you something to eat. Could you confirm your name and date of birth for me?"
"Xavier José Ramirez Fierro. I was born on August 22."
"Matches up, good, good," she muttered. "Are you on any medication besides testosterone?"
"No. Will I still-"
"Yes, of course. We'll ensure you continue to receive it during the duration of your stay. Do you have any allergies?"
"Shellfish and cats. But I assume the hospital kitchen isn't going to be serving oysters anytime soon."
Dr. Kamau laughed a little at that. "No, no it will not be. Shrimp and crab on occasion, though, so we'll keep that in mind." She finished writing down what she needed to and looked up at him. "Alright, well that about covers it for the basics. I'll go and grab you something to eat, so why don't you try to get up and stretch a little bit? Just be careful of your injuries."
"Sounds good." Once she was gone, Xavier ripped off the blankets over him, moving to swing his legs over the edge of the bed-
There was a chain around his ankle.
Everything started to fall into place.
The lack of windows in the room. The forced haircut. The absence of his phone. The fact that a doctor was tending to him instead of a nurse.
His team didn't come back for him after all.
Xavier gripped the edge of the mattress tightly, the world spinning around him as the beeping of his heartbeat steadily sped up. He ripped the monitor off, trying to focus his racing thoughts. He-he'd been captured by the enemy, and the fact that they were taking care of him meant they wanted something from him. Probably information. They were going to torture him, beat him within an inch of his life once he'd recovered enough not to die in the process.
When Dr. Kamau returned with food, the smell only made him nauseous.
"What the fuck is going on here you-where the hell am I?!" he yelled as she walked in.
Dr. Kamau's demeanor changed immediately, professionalism falling away. "Thank god you finally realized. I was getting tired of putting on that act. I can't believe you were too stupid to notice the chain until I basically told you about it."
"I-chinga tu madre, I have a fucking gunshot wound and there's a lot more things I'd rather pay attention to than my goddamn ankles. Now answer my fucking question."
She rolled her eyes. "You're in a research facility in Rimdall." She smiled smugly. "Eastern Rimdall. You're hours from the border, so don't get any dumb ideas about running."
Xavier swallowed the lump in his throat. "No, wait, go back-research? What the fuck do you mean by-I'm a human being!"
"And?" Dr. Kamau stared at him for a moment. "That doesn't matter to the government. Besides, I'm sure you'll be much more useful as a test subject for us than you were for your own country doing…whatever it is you do." Xavier opened his mouth to retort, but she waved a hand and continued, speaking over him. "Now that you actually know what's going on, I need to give you your barcode before you're allowed to eat."
She pulled out a weird fat pen with a needle at the end from her bag, and after seeing the reservoir filled with black ink, Xavier knew exactly what it was. "N-no, no, I'm not gonna let you fucking tattoo that shit on me. No fucking way." He scrambled backwards in the bed as far as he could, legs ready to kick her if she got any closer.
"Are you actually serious right now?" Dr. Kamau just looked annoyed. "We both know you're not going to win this fight. Just get over yourself, Xavier."
"No, I will not," Xavier leaned forward a bit to read her nametag, "Makena."
She narrowed her eyes. "Doctor Makena."
"I don't give a shit about your pinche evil medicine degree. Now get away from me before I kick you in the face."
"Oh my fucking-" she groaned under her breath as she sighed. Lowering the gun, she took a step back. "Fine, if you're going to be a child about this, will you let me do the alternative? It's less permanent, if that's what you're so hung up about."
Xavier weighed his options. It was either struggle and most likely ultimately lose and get tattooed, or give up for now and let her do whatever the other thing was. Less permanent did sound like a better option…"Fine." He relaxed slightly, crossing his arms.
"Alright. Sit on the edge of the bed, please." She put the tattoo gun away, rummaging around for her next mystery tool.
"Only because you asked nicely." Xavier scooted to the edge of the bed, watching as she pulled out a different little gun and one of those tiny alcohol wipes. Before he could ask what she was going to do to him, she rubbed the wipe on his right earlobe, confirming his suspicions. He still wasn't happy about this, but he'd take it over a tattoo.
"Hold still," she said as she positioned the piercing gun around his earlobe. Xavier winced as it poked through his ear, doing his best not to flinch. "Good." She pulled the gun away, and Xavier hesitantly reached up and felt his new earring.
It was a fucking tag, like the kind you'd put on cattle, and he felt himself go red as he ran his fingers over it.
"Don't you dare take that out or I'll tattoo the barcode on your goddamn face, got it?" Makena growled.
Xavier nodded, looking away. "Fine, I get it, alright? I don't wanna give you an excuse to put your creepfuck hands all over my face."
Makena grabbed a fistfull of Xavier's hair, making it very clear why it had been left longer on top. "Look, kid, I'm not thrilled about having to deal with you either. I've cursed the fact that you have O negative blood about thirty times in the past ten minutes. But I'm gonna have to deal with you, and you're gonna have to deal with me, so tone it the fuck down or I'm gonna end up making sure you fail the experiment on purpose."
Xavier glared back at her. "Why the hell would I just roll over and let you treat me like a lab rat just because you like my blood type? I didn't fucking ask to be here, so maybe I'll fail the experiment on purpose myself just so I don't have to see your stupid face anymore."
A smirk appeared on Makena's face. "You wanna know what happens if you fail the experiment, Xavier?"
"I get sent the fuck out of here."
"No, you idiot," her hand cupped his cheek, patting it, "you die."
aaaa i got an ask for this but ofc i forgot to acc ansswer the ask with this- UGDHIYUGJD but heeeerre eheheeh
Cw: noncon piercings / very creepy whumper- it's aiden my dudes, expect nothing less XD / possessive whumper / tiny bit of cursing / blood
“Grab him,” Tyler ordered to the other pets. “Come on man, this isn't funny!” Danny growled. “Meh, I think it is to be honest,” Tyler chuckled. “Listen, I'm sorry alright?!? I'm sorry!! Just- just don't do this!”
“Hold him still for me, I wouldn't want to pierce anywhere else. Now, Danny, are you gonna be good or do I need to gag you?”
“Neither! Fuck off!”
“Gag it is.”
Tyler placed a rough belt into Danny’s mouth and buckled it behind his head. “Now, this will only be a pinch, so don't you worry your little head about it!” Danny fought. He really did. He cursed into the belt and struggled against the others but he was too weak. He had barely any muscles whereas the others were properly built.
Tyler stepped closer and closer, examining the sewing needle in his hand, “Hmmm, sewing needle or safety pin… I guess the safety pin could be an earring itself!”
He put the sewing needle down and picked up a medium-sized safety pin, “Like I said, only a pinch.” He cradled Danny’s face with one hand and used his wrist to trap Danny’s face. “Now, this will only hurt worse for you if you move buddy!”
That made Danny still immediately. He whined through the belt and Tyler slowly pushed the safety pin through the lobe of Danny’s ear.
Danny let out an agonizing yell, it felt as if his ears were on fire. Tyler chuckled, “Oh I forgot to tell you, I put some salt in the safety pin, hope you don't mind!” That made Tyler scream even louder. Tyler closed the paperclip and smiled as he studied Danny, “Cute.”
Aiden suddenly burst through the door, “What the fuck-” He took in the sight in front of him. Rex and Sam holding Danny down on the ground while Tyler was still pawing at the paper clip which was now attached inside Asher’s ear. Then he had a look at Danny’s ear which was now dripping blood and the blood was slightly smudged on his face. Aiden found himself smiling, “Oh, my, Danny, don't you just look ravishing?!” Danny mumbled something into the belt but it was muffled.
“Tyler, what a great idea! I mean, I want to be angry at you because you didn't ask me first but… I mean look at him! Tyler, bring Danny into the bathroom with me. Come on! Chop chop!”
Tyler dragged Danny -who was slightly nauseous from the loss of blood- into the bathroom.
Aiden fished in drawers, trashing in the cabinets and then suddenly stopped, “Aha! Got it. Tyler, hold Danny still for me, will ya?” Tyler did so, capturing Danny’s hands too after handing the sewing needle over to Aiden, who took it gratefully.
He roughly grabbed and held onto Danny’s ear and in a matter of seconds, he slowly slid the needle through the top cartilage of Danny’s ear. He quickly slid in a hoop as he extracted the needle from his ear.
Tears streamed down Danny’s face as he sobbed into the belt. “Thank you Tyler, you may leave-” He quickly did so, nodding at Aiden and snickering at Danny once his back was to Aiden. The door closed. “-Oh baby,” Aiden cooed as his hands carded through Danny’s hair, sliding them to the back of his head and slowly unbuckled the belt.
“Shhhhh, it's okay,” Aiden whispered, bringing his hands now over Danny’s face and running his thumb over Danny’s cheekbone. He softly brought Danny in front of the mirror Danny gasped at all the blood. “Don't you just look gorgeous, my petal!? You're my gorgeous petal. All mine.”
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@likeit-or-whumpit @milk-carton-whump @yesthisiswhump @as-a-matter-of-whump @appy-polly-loggies @happy-whumper @myst-in-the-mirror @heathenwhump @darklyria (lmk if you wanna be added or removed <3)
🦸♀️ - superpowered character + 🎀 - dolled up + 💅 - nonconsensual body modification + 🧹 - forced labor
TW: forced dressing, threats against a loved one, noncon haircut, noncon piercings, forced labor, potentially gross staring (? creepy gaze?)
“You, dear, are going to make such a good little helper.” Whumper’s voice was saccharine sweet as he regarded Whumpee.
“And why the hell should I help you, Whumper?” They weren’t about to lay down and do whatever Whumper said. They weren’t scared.
“Because if you don’t do what I want, darling, I’ll be more than happy to take it out on your little sister.” His face was gleeful delivering the threat.
Whumpee stopped dead. How did he know about their sister? She was supposed to be safe from all of this, dammit. They nodded stiffly. If they had to play along for her sake, they would.
“What do I need to do?”
“Well, first things first, you’ll need to get changed. I can’t have someone in my employ looking like that.” Whumper waved their hand over Whumpee’s whole outfit. He reached into the bag he was holding, pulled something out, and tossed it to Whumpee.
Upon unfolding it, Whumpee recognized it as a skimpy maid’s dress and tights.
“I’m not wearing this.”
“Are you sure? Your sister might be upset to hear that.” Whumper’s smile was sickening to see.
Swallowing back their pride, Whumpee turned around and peeled off their uniform, replacing it with the little dress. It barely hit around mid-thigh, and they felt incredibly exposed.
“What now?”
“You’re not ready yet, darling. Come here, and hold still.” Whumper summoned them closer, and they stood, unmoving, beside him.
He pulled out a pair of scissors from the bag, and, with a quick wink, reached up and started snipping away at their hair. Brown tufts floated down around them, and their stomach churned as they felt cool air tickle their scalp.
Then Whumper put away the scissors, and pulled out some contraption that looked a little like a weapon, but not really.
“Now, you’ll definitely need to hold still for this. It’ll only pinch for a second.” He fiddled with it for a second, then held it up beside their head. A loud noise, a pricking feeling--Whumpee realized what was happening. Whumper was piercing their ears.
When he was done, Whumper twisted the pearl studs stuck in Whumpee’s ears.
“You look perfect. Now, let me show you what sort of work you’ll be doing.”
Whumper led them down a hallway and through a door, into a large foyer. His lair was much more grandiose than they imagined.
“You’ll be cleaning this whole place each day. It shouldn’t be too difficult for you, what with your...abilities. It should certainly make the high windows and ceilings easier to reach.” He patted their shoulder, and then pointed at a small stash of cleaning supplies tucked under a table in the corner. “Get to work, dear.”
Whumper walked across to a chaise on the opposite side of the room, and sat gently. He watched as Whumpee glared at the cleaning supplies, and they started floating up, moving through the space and wiping, scrubbing and shining different surfaces.
“If you wouldn’t mind, do the floor by hand. I think it needs that...personal touch.”
Whumpee’s jaw twitched, but they grabbed the scrub brush and bucket, and knelt, beginning to wipe at the marble floor.
