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[theloveofwhump]

Under Controlled Conditions: I Like You Broken

Chapter 5

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Febuwhump Day 1:  

Darius woke, blinking sleep out of his eyes, confused. A deep throb pulled at his neck, a horrible muscular ache. 

As the world took on focus, he tried to shift his arms. He couldn’t move them, his legs were also immobile, dragged down like lead weights had been hung from his body. The overwhelming helpless feeling started to flood back in  to his awareness and the sinking in his gut returned. His eyes snapped open to a brilliantly white, small but spotless room. 

Looking around he noticed a small cot on the opposite side of the room, a metal toilet and an ominous drain in the centre of the floor. Shackles and eyebolts adorned every surface including the ceiling. With another surge of adrenaline Darius became fully aware of his position. 

He was chained tightly to the white wall, held vertically and spreadeagled, utterly immobile and defenceless. An icy chill flooded through his veins. Shit, it started to come back, Dr Hudson, volunteering… oh no no no….. fuck. Saving his team. Saying he would be the new test subject. No no no…….

This is going to be so painfully unpleasant and this facility was obviously new. No one would know where he is. Fuck…. Fuck. 

Darius tried to calm himself taking deep slow breaths, they normally gave the test subjects analgesics. It won’t be that bad, he just had to push through until help came. It was so quiet down here, Darius mused if he was the only test subject in this place. In the silence he heard the distant drop of water. He felt so cold and had no idea of knowing what time of day it was, held deep underground.

After what seems like an age the door finally opens and a heavily muscled military lacks steps in. He doesn’t say a word as he unchained him. He forced Darius to his knees and cuffed his hands behind him. 

Once secured he is pulled up and frog marched him down corridor and through swinging doors into a pristine room, more  sophisticated that anything he’d been in before. A large operating table with monitors and medical equipment stood to the right. A curtain screened off a bay at the back of the room that had figures moving behind it. Banks of screens. A testing station stacked with test tubes and fridges and centrifuges, weigh scales. To the left a chair with restraints and more worryingly a padded table also with restraints. 

Darius’ heart beats at a frantic pace knowing that this is all for him, fear sweat broke across his body.  He has a good idea what procedures will be performed and an additional terror at the unknown extras that are obviously lined up all part of dr Hudson’s payback.

Two of the military thugs, grab his shoulders and pull him toward the padded table, up closer it resembles the ones seen in execution chambers. He struggled only to receive with a vicious punch to stomach, the air leaving his lungs in a whoosh. He is manhandled to table and strapped in with padded leather bucked restraints. Too thick to bite or chew through even if he could reach.

Darius stops struggling against the straps as Dr Hudson enters the room. He walks straight to Darius and runs a hand through his hair and leans in to whisper.

“I like you like this. I like the idea of you broken, Im going to cause you 100x the suffering and humiliation you caused me. I will break you. I’m going to fuck you up for diminishing my work and discovery. I’m going to perfect that serum and you’re going to help me by donating your unwilling body”.

It won’t be that bad, it won’t be that bad. Darius chants through his head despite his racing pulse.

Dr Hudson pauses for dramatic effect. He steps back from Darius with a cruel smile of his face. “Don’t worry you’re not going to be alone in this”.

Darius in confused as Dr Hudson crosses the room and pulls medical curtain aside hiding the figures that he glimpsed when he was first bought in. His heart shrinks and his stomach shrivels as he sets eyes on the figure. AJ. AJ strapped to a padded restraint table like his, held vertical whilst medical staff bustle around him. Daruis looks over at AJ. They are facing each other, both restrained to their beds. AJ is gagged and muzzled, a delicate looking collar wraps tightly round his neck, bobbing slightly when he swallows. With disgust Darius realises it’s a shock collar. AJ is still bleeding badly from his back, have they not repaired the stab wounds yet?, multiple IVs snake into his veins. The staff are taking bloods, base line readings. Daris finally meets AJs terrified eyes, glazed with fear and tears.

“No” Darius shouts, “you promised just me”. 

“But this will break you faster”, smirked Dr Hudson. He presses a button on a remote Darius hadn’t seen and the shock collar on AJ ignites. AJ’s body seizes up, his screams drowned out by the muzzle. Tears run down his face and into the leather straps of the muzzle. 

Darius thinks back to the consideration and dignity they showed the experiments when they were part of the original research program, he shivers again as a memory floats forward, yeah……not much at all.

“But before we begin I think a welcoming present for you”. His stomach swooped as the table was raised, Daruis would now be standing if not still strapped helpless to the table surface. Dr Hudson suddenly appears back at his side with a long leather whip. Darius’ breath stutters, loud enough for the doctor to hear and grin. As he moves to give himself room. Darius pushed his head back into the table and tries to brace himself. A whip to the stomach is going to be far more brutal than the back. All that soft flesh on his stomach and chest. 

“Make sure you count these or I’ll start over. We’re only just beginning and I want to see your body broken and bleeding. I want to see your pain and fear, a nice appetiser in torture before i pin your rib cage and abdomen open.”

“Humm in fact we’ll keep the two running simultaneously, torture and vivisections, delightful.” Dr Hudson purred. 

“You may have volunteered to save your team but that’s now irrelevant. You have no say or control over what happens to your body or AJs, the only thing you’ll feel from now on is agony. My revenge, your endless screams and pleas for mercy. I hope you enjoy as much as I will.”

Dr Hudson drew his arm back and with all the strength coiled within him, swung the whip at Darius’ exposed stomach. It split his skin instantly like a spring bud bursting into bloom as pain exploded across his navel and ran down his legs like a fiery electric current. His whole body flew into flight mode and fought uselessly at the restraints. Some prior training kicked in under the agony and panic as he heard himself gasp out:

“One”.

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[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Day 15, 28

“Get me out of here!” | Rescue | Gag

Taglist: @scoundrelwithboba, @tildeathiwillwrite

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Contains: restraints, gag, suspicion, non-life threatening injury

WC: 750

Bleeding, fraying edges

Stupidly, the food taster hoped that when the chair fell onto its side—bringing him with it—he would somehow find himself graced with the good fortune of having loosened the ropes on his arms, legs, and torso.

Alas, his luck had at last run dry. His arm, pinned between the chair and the floor, flared with agony and then went numb, deadened to the point where he couldn’t tell quite how injured it was.

Bucking and struggling against the restraints, even with the chair halfway overturned, did little but scrape his skin even more until it was nothing but swollen, bleeding, fraying edges. The knot in his mouth kept his shouts for help woefully subdued, and the thick material sucked away moisture until he was certain he would die of thirst.

By the time the door to his prison reopened, he was soaked with sweat, limp, and on the verge of tearfully agreeing to provide his assistance in murdering a queen.

But the voice that called his name was not the one he expected.

The world tilted the right way again, restored to its proper orientation, and worried hands tore at the gag and the ropes. “You idiot! I told you that you’d get caught up in trouble! Why don’t you listen to me?”

Half-laughing, half-groaning as greatly unwelcome sensation flooded into his arm, the food taster said, embarrassingly sincere, “Okay. I admit it. I should’ve listened. I’m sorry. Now get me out of here.”

“Damn right you’re sorry.” His friend grasped his arms. “Can you stand?”

“I don’t know,” the food taster admitted, a little dizzy when he tried. “How long . . . ?”

His friend replied, but it was then that the food taster realized that his rescue had not been executed independently. A girl in a palace uniform watched him with wide, sympathetic eyes, while a man stood by the door, hunched and silent as he kept watch over the corridor.

“You made friends,” he observed stupidly. The ghost of a smile flicked over the girl’s face.

“Yes. I suppose.” Giving only a raised eyebrow and mere moments as warning, the governor’s son pulled the food taster to his feet, propping him upright to support his trembling limbs. “We, well—we’re not done yet, either.” As if to punctuate this statement, the girl nodded. “She’s looking for someone, too.”

“And we’ll find her,” the girl said adamantly, folding her arms.

The food taster’s stomach sank. “Her? The girl who lured me here? She works for that mad prince.”

As the girl responded tightly, “So do I,” the man by the door went rigid.

“You’ve changed your tune,” his friend said, paling. “I thought . . .”

“He wants me to kill his mother,” the food taster explained in a rush. “The queen. Break some curse and then help poison her. That girl’s the one who—she was looking for me. Because he told—”

A wave of dizziness washed over him as the silent stranger with blood streaking his face and neck turned to meet his gaze.

Overwhelmed by the taste in the air, that salt-and-acid tang of a curse, the food taster nearly gagged.

“You, too,” he said, his heart racing as he pointed toward the man. More cursed gold. How? Why? How many people did the prince manipulate like puppets? “You work for him, too.”

The man’s mouth twisted, and his fingers curled into fists.

“I don’t think so,” said the girl. “I’ve never seen him before. We freed him from another cell here.”

“How can we be certain, though?” the governor’s son asked, cold and wary. “If he can’t say anything?”

The gold around the man’s throat glinted.

The food taster staggered forward, reaching out his non-benumbed hand. “It’s this, isn’t it?”

The metal seemed to sizzle against the man’s skin; the taste of magic burned the air.

The man tried to jerk away, fear and fury contorting his features, but the food taster—the cursebreaker—wrapped his fingers around the chain.

“Explain yourself, then.”

The chain snapped.

The man fell backwards, chest heaving, eyes gleaming and wide, as the cursebreaker collapsed to his knees. Breaking through the fog in his mind—too much magic, too much exertion, too much, too much—came the stranger’s voice, rusty as ancient iron.

“Never mind me,” he rasped. “I want to save her, too. My sister.” He choked as if he suppressed a sob. “I see things. I know things. And I know we have to find her. Now.”

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[cats-and-confusion]

LOOK AT HIM HHHHRRGHHAGGHRHRHRHRHHH

[itsleelove]

"Make it stop! Ple-please— I'll tell you what you want to know! Just— sto-stop!"

Whumper removed the iron from Whumpee’s flesh. "Who's the rat."

"I-I told you— there isn't one!"

"I said, who's the rat. Do you want me to start again?" Whumper threatened, bringing the iron close to Whumpee’s arm again.

"No! No— it's C... It's Caretaker— They're the one who's giving us info-information."

Whumper smirked, setting the iron back in the fire. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Next question. Where is Caretaker meeting with the heroes?"

When Whumpee hesitated, Whumper snatched the iron back out of the fire.

"No— please— Th-they've been meeting under the crossbridge!"

"When is the next meeting scheduled?"

"To-tonight— At sundown..."

"How many people are they meeting?"

"J-just one."

"And their name?"

"..."

"Their name."

"L-leader."

"If I find out any of this information is incorrect, you'll wish I'd gotten the iron back out."

Whumpee shivered as Whumper stuck the iron back in the fire and left the room. Whumpee was left chained to the wall, shaking from pain, exhaustion, and fear.

Until the door opened.

Caretaker gasped in pain as their knees slammed into the floor.

"Spend your time wisely. This is the last you'll be seeing any friends." Whumper spat as they slammed the door closed again. The lock turned, and then there was silence.

And darkness.

A shaky breath cut through the silence and then the scrape of shoes against the floor as Caretaker stood.

"Whumpee..? Did I see you before the door closed..?"

"Y-yeah..." Whumpee shifted uncomfortably. "I... I'm..."

"It's okay— don't worry about it."

There was a crash as Caretaker ran into something in the dark.

"B-but I ratted you out— th-this... it's my fault... I-if I had been... if I had been stronger..."

"Don't." Caretaker reached the wall and started feeling their way towards Whumpee. "This isn't your fault. I saw what they did to you— No one would've lasted very long."

Whumpee gasped as Caretaker brushed against one of their burns.

"Sorry!" Caretaker pulled back immediately. "Listen, what all did you tell them..?"

"Le... Leader is in danger..." Whumpee whispered. "I-I told them they were meeting you tonight at the crossbrige..."

Caretaker took a measured breath. "... It'll be fine. Leader is strong. And smart. Whumper won't be able to hurt them."

"This is all my fault... Caretaker, I'm so sorry..."

—

The pair sat in silence for a long time. Then, finally, the door opened again.

"Lucky you, Whumpee. You made the right choice. No lies." Whumper entered the room and shot Caretaker with a taser before they could react. "Shouldn't have thrown them in here unrestrained, but I was honestly kind of hoping they'd kill you for your betrayal. Anyway..." Whumper sighed. "Now I have to figure something else to do with you. I don't need you anymore— I have Caretaker now. But I can't let you go either."

Whumper unchained Whumpee and dragged them out of the room. Whumpee was hardly able to resist.

At the end of a long hallway, Whumper threw open a door.

"Do what you want with them. They're useless to me now." And Whumper dropped Whumpee at the feet of their underlings.

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

MAY 4TH “SHOULDERS BACK, EYES ON ME”

Movie marathon | Choking | Forced feeding || @themerrywhumpofmay​

(TCW: choking, gagging, brief mention of plausible vomiting (doesn’t happen), restrained, forced feeding (aphrodisiacs), implied future noncon, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, implied chemist whumper)

"Shoulders back, eyes on me," Whumper instructed, Whumpee unable to move from their bound position on the chair they'd been tied to.

Whumpee was wide eyed, feeling the tension on their jaw from Whumper's prying fingers. They watched their face turn angry, gritting their teeth with disdain for an ignored command.

"You might as well open your mouth, you're taking this pill either way." Whumper ordered, fingers digging into the softs of their cheeks to try to force their teeth apart.

Their other hand held a large, mint green tablet that Whumpee had stared at just out of their sight. It was presented and Whumper scraped the tablet across their closed lips.

"I promise, it'll make you feel good and you'll have a lot less to worry about.." Whumper tried to assure and Whumpee turned away when their jaw was freed, only to have a hand wrapped around their throat.

"If I squeeze just a little more, you'll open up like a trash can.." Whumper muttered and clamped around their neck, tightening until Whumpee turned red in their cheeks. Fingers left indents on their skin and it whitened around the intensity; Whumpee’s limbs starting to wiggle in their binds. 

In the end, it was as Whumper said it would be, they couldn’t help but open their mouth in a weak, brainless attempt to get air that was being held out of them. 

“There you go, now we just gotta get this nice and deep,” They mused, taking the tablet between two fingers and shoving them fearlessly into the curve of their throat. They pushed until they felt a contraction around their fingers of a gag and pressed down on the hand choking them, just a bit harder in case they tried to vomit. 

A hand clamped around their mouth before they released the hand on their airway and Whumpee came alive with coughing, gagging sputters. They’d swallowed though, the first thing they’d regretfully done, had been to swallow the medicine deeper down into their system; unknowing what misery it held for them. 

“There you go, that wasn’t so bad.. Or maybe it wouldn’t have been if you didn’t always have to fight me.”

Whumpee hacked for a long while, wheezed as saliva dribbled down their face and tears expelled from their eyes from the pressure and force. They’d been so adamant but it was all for nothing, as it usually was. No matter what they did, they never managed to fight Whumper off and was never given much of a chance to do so in the first place.

“But that’s what I like about you, is you’re still stupid enough to fight. Which makes me get pretty creative in just how to tame that, because I have no interest in fully breaking you.” Whumper mused, a hand brushing their bangs back as they snapped attention towards them and let hatred fuel the embers in their eyes. 

“I don’t want you to lose that fire, but I need you to know who’s in charge. And who it’s in your best interest to listen to.” Fingers traced lightly, skimmed down the edge of their face, their neck and trailed a bare collarbone. So lithe, underfed against skin but still soft. They’d weakened Whumpee pleny but still hadn’t managed to touch their inner disdain. 

“Consider this the second phase of your training, love. To become my perfect little plaything, guard dog, companion.. You’ll be my everything when I’m done and you’ll love every moment of it.” 

Whumper knew the exact moment it hit their stomach and boiled deep in their current state of nausea. They’d greened slightly at the hollows and he watched them fight back a gag. To the point Whumper offered a few sips of a bottled water to avoid the mess. 

“W-What did you give to me..” Whumpee asked weakly, feeling a slow, sluggish feeling start to creep in ever so faintly. Their vision wanted to wobble if they moved too fast but time felt as though it was on stand-by. 

“We’re about to find out, I made it special just for you. I don’t always have to follow a recipe, that’s why I’m good at what I do.” Whumper purred, watching wakes of goosebumps rise wherever they touched now. 

“If it does what I want it to.. it won’t take me long to program your body to associate everything I do, with some kind of pleasure.” They gave a soft chuckle, when skimming Whumpee’s sides earned a flinch; despite the rope that kept their stomach flattened to the back of their chair. 

“W-Why are you doing this to me-” Whumpee choked out a sob, when their vision started to drift and duplicate, body feeling as though it’d been filled with cement. 

“Because, Whumpee, I wanted a pretty pet and you’re just too pretty to have freedom.” Whumper tilted their head that kept drooping down and ran a thumb over their lips. 

“Don’t worry, once it sets in, the bad feelings will go away.. this is just how it has to start.” Whumper seemed almost comforting, stroking so gently down Whumpee’s face as it had scrunched with emotion and fear. 

“It all feels b-bad..” Whumpee lied, unable to take their focus off the fingers that thoughtlessly trailed down their skin. It changed patterns so often, dared to run across nipples that hardened under the first brush. 

“I promise, it’ll feel good soon.. And I’ll help speed it up in the meantime.” 

[archangelgabriellives]

Suotober 2021, Day 8: Leather and Lace

You can imagine whoever you want here, but this is Gabriel feeling pretty and getting absolutely railed and living his best life

@winchester-reload

Suptober Tags: ??

I cheated a little with this one. I didn't think I could draw lace like this

[pretty-writing-things]

Fubuwhump Day 25

Muffled Screams (Short very short, ik. My brain has ceased to function. I even managed to remember to drink water today, sheesh. 

Tws: Lady Whump, restrained, gagged, knife. 

It hurt. It hurt even to think. Maybe it was just best not to think. If only she could just turn off her thoughts. 

But it was all to much. 

The pain of the knife carving it’s way into her back. 

Whumper chuckling softly. 

The cloth in her mouth. 

The ropes around her red wrists. 

The pain as she tried desperately to get her hands free, to be able to do something.

The muffled screaming, that sounded foreign to her ears. 

She knew it must be hers though. 

No one else in this room had a reason to be screaming.