hi! I'm hale and I have finally worked up the courage to start a whump blog! I'll add more things to this post as I go along and start writing more. my inbox is always open for requests or if you just want to chat
My Series Masterlist
favorite whump things:
gags! truly cannot get enough
cells. soooo much you can do with them
manhandling, especially if it's done by multiple whumpers at once
just restraints in general
hung from the ceiling
medieval and/or royal whump
superhero whump (especially involving power suppression)
public whump
hidden restraints
duct tape around the entire head
transportation whump
whumper filming whumpee in captivity/being tortured
experimentation, especially superhero experimentation
...I'm sure there's more but I'm blanking right now
Look. Sometimes you've just got to tie up that protagonist, okay? Factually. It needs to happen. For character reasons. Let's watch how they squirm trying to escape. How their mind works when they can't rely on their body. Do they panic? do they charm? Do they go still? Is it an absolute breeze for them to escape, barely a hindrance? Or are they well and truly contained? How does their face change when they realize that? Does their stoic nature wash away? Turn to pleas and panic, knowing they can't help those they care about? Or do they turn animalistic, growling and snarling and wrenching at their restraints? Shouting threats, fighting with their words? Do they realize they may hurt themself in their struggles and stop or do they not care about that? What happens when you add a gag into the situation? Muffle their cries and threats into incoherent babble. Do they still try to speak or do they get quiet? Study how their mind works in such a situation and learn about them. ...and appreciate the squirming and noises that they make, along the way.
content: superhero whump, kidnapping, traded, bound and gagged
If you want the secret to defeating Clea, leave the woman you love thoroughly restrained at the front of my base. My people will be in touch.
Diana — the city's premier villain, before that nuisance Clea showed up — didn't think Archer would actually go through with it, at least not this quickly. He was the perfect hero, and she thought he was going to insist that he could find a way to defeat Clea, even though he couldn't.
But there, on Diana's doorstep, was Alice. Innocent little Alice who smiled and waved in government propaganda. Archer did a good job; Alice was completely immobilized by cloth. Her entire body was wound in it, and there were strips tied over her mouth and eyes. All Diana could really see of the girl was wispy blonde hair.
"Huh," Diana said to her second-in-command. "Well, go tell him what to do, I guess."
Alice was a tiny thing. It was easy for Diana to pick the girl up and sling her over her shoulder. But, almost immediately, Alice started to squirm.
"Mmmmph!" she cried, jerking and twisting in Diana's arms. "Mmmph! Mmmmmph!"
"Shut up!" Diana yelled, and Alice obeyed immediately. Oh, she was terrified of Diana. Good. "And stay still, or it won't be pleasant."
The villain thing was mostly a charade. But Diana quite liked having Alice be so fearful of her. It made the girl truly at her mercy.
Diana defeated her enemies by making them sacrifice their moral code. There were no heroes in the world, and it was her life's mission to prove that. But Archer had always been her toughest case. She thought nothing would be able to crack him, but he had met his match in Clea, and that pushed him over the edge. He sacrificed the thing he loved most. It was for a noble reason, sure, but a true hero, one from the storybooks, would find a way to save the city and protect his love.
He would probably come back for her, once he defeated Clea. But Diana had no intention of letting Alice go. Archer was going to live with his failure every day of his life, and Diana didn't care if an innocent girl had to live in captivity for that. In fact, she rather liked that.
The cells below Diana's base had never seen any use, despite what propaganda would say. She'd always wanted to kidnap a hero's partner, but it was just so cliche. But having a partner delivered to her? Now, that was something new.
Diana opened one of the cells — the biggest one, to be kind — and got to work.
"Don't try to escape," Diana hissed in Alice's ear.
Alice whimpered and nodded.
Diana undid Alice's bindings from the bottom up. She freed the girl's legs, then her arms, then finally her mouth and eyes. Alice had brown eyes, tearful and full of fear.
When Diana put Alice down, she scrambled to her feet and bolted.
Diana sighed. Alice made it maybe two steps before she hit the forcefield. All the cells were designed with one, just in case a captive tried to escape while the door was open. It seemed little Alice wasn't as scared as Diana thought.
She writhed on the floor from the shock of it as Diana approached her, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Really?" Diana said. "Do heroes only date airheads?"
"P-please don't kill me," Alice sobbed.
"Oh, relax. I'm not going to kill you."
Diana did have to restrain her, though. She dragged Alice to the center of the room and pulled a set of chains down from the ceiling. She pulled Alice's wrists behind her back and cuffed them, then did the same to her feet so that Alice was trapped in a kneeling position.
"I can pay you," Alice continued. "Please, I can do whatever you want!"
What Diana wanted was for Alice to shut up. She grabbed some of the discarded cloth and shoved it in Alice's mouth.
"Wait, n-nnmph! Mmmmph!"
Alice's cheeks bulged out, and Diana wrapped some more cloth around the lower half of her face to seal it in. She didn't need to hear anymore whining.
"Listen up," Diana said. "Your boyfriend gave you to me, and he's not gonna get you back. When he's dead, then you can go. Got it?"
Fresh tears streamed down Alice's face and she shook her head frantically and twisted in the chains.
"Mmmph! Hmmm! Mmmmmph!"
"Maybe you'll get lucky and Clea will finish him off," Diana grumbled, but she knew that Archer would defeat Clea. And then he would come for Diana, as if he could ever contend with her.
He was going to come to regret agreeing to this deal. And Diana would relish every moment.
content: royal whump, murder, kidnapping, bound and gagged, past noncon, threats of noncon, intimate whumper
"Well, well, well," Queen Josephine said. "What a sight we have here."
Astrid couldn't move. She was frozen in fear, tangled up in the sheets, as the King's body bled out next to her. Her tormenter, a man she hated, but... a dead body was a dead body.
Josephine looked at the knife in her hands. "Oh dear. What a mess."
Two guards flanked her, but they showed no sign of wavering, no sign of loyalty to the King. She handed the knife to one of them, and he calmly wiped the blood on his cape. He handed the now-clean knife back to Josephine, and she tucked it in her sleeve.
"So you're the little bitch my husband has been screwing," Josephine said. "You're uglier than I thought you'd be."
Astrid pulled the sheets up to cover herself — she was only in a slip.
"I... I promise I won't tell anyone," she said, trembling. She could see the glint of the knife in Josephine's sleeve.
"I believe you," Josephine said. "I won't punish you for something you won't do. But what you did do was be an adulterous whore."
"H-he made me-"
"Yes, yes, you were his toy, I know," Josephine interrupted. "Well, the kingdom is mine now, and everything that was his is mine. Including you."
Astrid didn't think anything could be worse than being at the whim of the King. But now, with Josephine's hateful eyes on her, she wasn't so sure.
"Lock her in a cell, then clean up this mess," Josephine said to her guards. "I can have my fun later."
"Wait, wait!"
But Josephine swept out of the room, and the guards were on Astrid before she could move. She kicked and struggled, but they easily overpowered her. One of them carried her all on his own, with one strong arm pinning her arms to her sides and a hand clamped over her mouth. She still tried to kick at him, but her blows barely registered.
Instead of going out the door, they took her a back way, down a dark spiral staircase into the depths of the palace. Astrid screamed, but it did nothing.
Eventually they reached the dungeons. Astrid had been down here plenty of times, but it was to bring food and water to the prisoners. Not to become one of them.
They threw her into a small, damp cell that smelled like shit. As they locked the door, Astrid threw herself at the bars.
"You can't do this!" she screamed. "You can't!"
"The Queen can do whatever she likes," one of the guards replied.
And then they left her, all alone, in the darkness.
...
The Queen visited her later that day.
Different guards flanked her this time; two women, both of whom glared at Astrid with such fury that she wondered if they were married to the King too.
"Hello, whore," Josephine said. "Are you enjoying your new quarters? Just as comfortable as my husband's bed, yes?"
"Please let me go," Astrid begged, her voice breaking. "You'll never have to see me again, I'll disappear."
"Well, who wants that?" Josephine replied tauntingly. "Clearly my husband saw something in you, and I want to see it too. Whatever it is."
"He just picked me out of a bunch of kitchen girls," Astrid said. "That's it. He just wanted to fuck someone."
"Oh did he?" Josephine asked. "Well, ladies, bring her to my chambers. Tie her to the bedposts. And leave her in that adorable little slip."
"No, please!" Astrid yelled. Not again, not again, not again-
Josephine threw a disgusted look her way. "And gag her. I don't want to hear her whining."
"No! NO!"
...
Astrid, as always, wasn't able to resist.
The guards followed Josephine's instructions perfectly. They dragged her all the way back up from the dungeons and into Josephine's chambers. It looked the exact same as the King's. They tied her wrists to opposite bedposts and did the same to her ankles, leaving her lying stretched on the bed. Then, they stuffed her mouth with rags and tied a thick cloth over her lips and behind her head. Astrid could barely breathe.
She was left like that for a while before Josephine came in.
"Did my husband ever play these games with you?" Josephine asked as she approached.
Astrid felt tears form in her eyes. She didn't answer.
Josephine kicked off her shoes and straddled Astrid, sitting on her stomach. Astrid wheezed as the wind was knocked out of her, desperately sucking in air through her nose.
Suddenly, Josephine slapped her across the face.
"I asked you a question, whore," Josephine said.
Astrid shook her head frantically. No. No. The King never did this to me.
"Look at you," Josephine said, running her hands along Astrid's face. "So helpless. I could just..."
Then she pinched Astrid's nose shut.
"Mmmph!" Astrid cried. She tried to breathe through her mouth, but it was impossible with the layers of cloth. She couldn't even squirm, with the ropes and Josephine holding her down. "MMMMPH!"
She couldn't breathe, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't-
Spots danced before her eyes. Maybe it would be better, if Josephine just killed her now. She would die in agony but then-
Josephine released her grip, and Astrid breathed frantically. Alive. Horribly alive.
"Here's what you need to understand," Josephine said. "I don't want what my husband wanted. I get pleasure a different way. I want to feel you suffer."
Astrid was sobbing now, tears running freely. Josephine wiped them away with clawlike nails, replacing the tears with fresh blood.
"Even uglier now," Josephine commented as she continued to swipe at Astrid's face, drawing up cuts. "No one will want you. Not that they'll ever get you. You're my property now, and I can do whatever I want with you."
"Mgh-" Astrid choked, but Josephine slapped her again.
"My husband used you," Josephine said. "But I will break you."
some very shitty worldbuilding with a general whump concept I wanted to write about
content: kidnapping, bound and gagged, used as bait (kind of), team whump
"Claire, listen to me, you can't do this," Mara says, kneeling down next to her friend as she assembles the shotgun. "You can't go after Desdemona alone."
"The hell I can't," Claire snaps. She slings the gun over her back and pushes herself to her feet. "They don't have much of a head start. I need to move, now."
Claire pushes past Mara and marches towards the steps leading up to the surface, the steps Desdemona and her men dragged Anastasia up just a few minutes ago while Claire writhed on the ground, electricity forcing her down. Desdemona is going to pay for that.
"You don't even know where Desdemona is taking her," Mara argues, keeping up with Claire's quick stride.
"Yes, I do," Claire says. "Ana knows how to unlock the Gate."
"What?"
"She just figured it out, meaning someone betrayed us." Claire is at the steps now, and she climbs them two at a time. "And you know Ana — she's not gonna hold up under torture."
That's why, Claire tells herself. That's the only reason she's so desperate to go after her. To protect the Gate.
Claire reaches the hatch at the top of the base and flips it open. The desert stretches endlessly, and Claire curses the unnatural trees that populate it. Ana was going to fix that, among so many other things. She was going to open the Gate and fix the world. Desdemona is going to make it worse.
She looks down at Mara who, despite her protests, is ready with a pistol in her hand.
"Come on, then," Mara sighs. "Let's go."
...
Ana stumbles forward as Desdemona yanks on the rope binding her hands together. Her bare feet burn in the heat of the sand, and she can't help but cry out into the cloth they had tied around her mouth. Desdemona looks her up and down and laughs.
"Even Claire fucking Haverford couldn't whip you into shape," Desdemona teases, pulling Ana along. She feels like she's on a leash. "How weak are you?"
Ana blinks back tears. It stings, because it's true.
"How much longer until we reach the Gate?" Desdemona calls up to her navigator.
"Two minutes!" he shouts back.
Desdemona grins and turns back to Ana. "You hear that? Get ready to open it."
Ana shakes her head firmly, but her trembling body isn't doing much to sell her bravery.
Rolling her eyes, Desdemona reels Ana in and grips her chin tightly. She forces Ana to look up into hard, ice-blue eyes.
"You're pretty," Desdemona says. "That's why Claire keeps a little weakling like you around. Well, if you won't open the Gate for me, I'll make you so disgusting to look at that she'll never want you back."
Ana can't help it — she starts to cry, the tears rolling down her face and getting soaked up in the cloth of her gag.
Please, Claire. I need you.
...
Claire and Mara reach the Gate in record time, but there's no sign of Ana or Desdemona.
"I don't understand," Mara says. "The footprints lead here."
"It's Desdemona," Claire growls, leveling her shotgun. "Obviously there's some kind of trick."
As if on cue, a sing-song voice rings out: "Claaaaaaaire."
Claire whirls, pointing her gun at the trees that don't belong here.
"I'll make her scream if you don't let me be, Claire," the voice — Desdemona, of course — taunts.
"Come out and face me!" Claire shouts.
Desdemona laughs. "Suit yourself."
What follows is the most horrifying sound Claire has ever heard. Ana — and it is, unmistakably, Ana — screams, a bloodcurdling thing, muffled but clear at the same time.
"Damn it, Desdemona, leave her alone!" Claire yells. "It's me you want."
"No, it's really not," Desdemona says. "You've always had such a high opinion of yourself, but only one of us made it past the Gate, and it's not you."
Past the Gate?
Mara grabs Claire's arm and points at the Gate. Claire squints, seeing nothing but the same obstacle it's always been, but after a moment the shadows on the other side of it start to move...
Ana's face comes into view, her mouth wrapped in cloth, tears streaming down her face. Claire sprints to her, to the Gate, but then a knife appears at Ana's throat and she stops in her tracks, sending sand flying up all around her.
"Mmmph!" Ana cries.
"You opened it for them," Claire whispers. A fresh wave of tears cascades down Ana's face, and Claire immediately regrets saying it. "No, Ana it's okay-"
"Oh, please." Desdemona's shadow behind Ana laughs, and the knife moves with it, drawing some blood from Ana's skin. "If it was anyone else who did this, you'd abandon them. This girl made you soft, Claire. And now she's your undoing. I love irony, don't you?"
"You got what you wanted, just let her go!" Claire yells.
"Oh, I don't think so," Desdemona says. "I have everything you've ever wanted. You think I'm gonna give that up?"
She holds up Ana's bound hands with a length of rope.
"Your world is mine to control and your pet is on my leash," she says. "I'm going to enjoy it."
Desdemona pulls Ana back into the shadows, and Claire is helpless.
"Mmph!" Ana screams from the darkness. "MMMPH!" She gets the gag off somehow, because her screams turn into words. "CLAIRE! CLAIRE, PLEASE! HELP!"
"What do we do?" Mara asks, frantic.
But Claire just stands there, hardening. The way she should have always been.
I commissioned @scarletfish8eta for some deliciously whumpy art of my boy Mathias and well I’ve decided to write a little story to go along with it
Also I got my contacts back! Yay!!! Now I can write! Cause I can see!
Photoshoot
Mathias turned his head away from the palace photographer, although he was unable to do much, being tied to the chair he was sitting in. He felt his cheeks flushing in embarrassment, wishing he could cover himself with something. Anything. He could feel the empress’s eyes on him, nearly burning into his soul.
“You’re so pretty, honey,” she mused, draping her arms over his chest from behind, fiddling with the rope around his torso. “This just fits you.”
He whined softly into the thick leather gag in his mouth, although he knew that, even if he were able to speak, he wouldn’t be able to reason with her.
“Awww, don’t cry, baby.” She planted a kiss against the crook of his neck. “I just want to share your beauty with your little friends! It’s selfish just to keep it all to yourself, you know.”
“Mmmnnn!” He tried pulling away from her poisonous lips, although the ropes held him fast.
“Don’t forget to smile for the camera, sweetie.” She pulled away from him, allowing the photographer to hold up his camera.
Click.
“Mmm!” His face burned, and he turned towards the photographer, trying to plead with his eyes for him to stop. Have mercy on him, please.
Instead, he was met with another flash that temporarily blinded him. His eyes began to water in pain, and when he finally was able to see again, he saw the photographer had moved to his left, positioning the camera up against their eye.
“Come on, darling, look up here,” Celeste ordered, snapping her fingers next to the photographer’s face. “I want everyone to see your pretty blue eyes.”
He whimpered again, trying to stop the tears from sliding down his face. A third flash again blinded him, and this time he cried out in frustration, squirming against the ropes binding him tight. His skin would begin to bruise if he kept struggling, but he didn’t care. He just wanted them to stop photographing him.
“Hey, now, don’t look so glum, sweet thing,” Celeste cooed. “Maybe we can go over them after we’re all done here. Pick out which pictures you do or don’t like.”
He stared at her, ignoring how the photographer was moving again, closer to him this time. Was she being serious?
Click. This time the flash was directly in his eyes. He protested loudly, blinking rapidly trying to relieve the pain.
“Ok, ok, I get it. You’re tired. Just one more, ok?”
Also also I was also thinking about an ice Hero whumpee (maybe lady whump👀👀👀👀) who is relatively powerful, but the villain goes way overboard with the restraints. And since she can breathe frost, the gag is excessive as well
Please feel free to ignore if I'm sending you too much stuff btw!!!
Snowbird wasn't worried when the metals pinned her to the wall.
Nor was she worried when the rocks grew over her hands and feet.
She wasn't even worried when her sworn enemy, Quartz, came into view, because who else could be behind this, really? And sure, Snowbird had always managed to evade being captured by Quartz, but she'd been captured by other villains and had escaped just fine. This time would be no different.
"Well, well, well," Quartz, ever-cliche, said. "Looks like I finally got you, Snowflake."
Snowbird sighed. "You know my name, Quartz."
"You know I think Snowflake fits you better," Quartz replied. "As do my powers, chaining you down."
"You honestly think this will hold me?"
Quartz waved her hand, and the rocks expanded to cover the entirety of Snowbird's body. Okay. That was a little concerning, but nothing Snowbird couldn't handle. She jus had to wait until Quartz was close enough...
"I will say, you're very hard to catch," Quartz said. She took a few steps in. Good. "I've had to improve. You bring that out in me."
"I'm flattered."
Quartz leaned in. "You should be."
Snowbird had her shot, and she took it. She took a deep breath, then, with a precise whistle, shot a blast of frost directly at Quartz's face. In the ensuing explosion of the stuff that followed, Snowbird couldn't see, but she assumed she was victorious.
Then, the cloud started to shrink, and Snowbird's heart sank as she saw Quartz hadn't gone anywhere. And her frost? It was slowly being absorbed into a dark rock in her nemesis' hand.
"What-"
"I call it the comet project," Quartz said. "I've been needing some pure frost for it. Now, this little beauty can help me carry out my plans. And it multiplies, so I won't be needing any of your little gifts anymore. In fact-"
Quartz waved her hand again, and bits of metal forced Snowbird's mouth shut. The rocks grew up to her nose, and Snowbird struggled frantically. She was very, very worried now.
"Mmmph!" she tried to scream, but the rocks muffled it.
"Don't worry," Quartz said. "I'll have other uses for you. Until then, stay comfortable!"
The rocks continued moving. They grew over Snowbird's eyes, and soon she was completely encased in it.
"Mmmph! Mmmmmph!"
She tried to use her powers, but the rocks were stronger than anything she could conjure up. She was useless as she felt the rocks or Quartz or something else entirely pick her up and move her.
"MMMPH!"
"Don't you worry, Snowflake." Quartz's voice echoed all around her. "We're going to have lots of fun."
Hero approached Superhero's office in the facility, stepping nervously towards the door. Small flurries began to pick up around them before Hero noticed and shooed them away.
Relax, they thought. It's just a standard check-in on your progress. You've captured plenty of criminals to satisfy them. It'll be fine.
Of course, they hadn't captured Villain. Superhero had tasked Hero with bringing them to justice, taking them out if they had to. Hero had taken them out...to dinners and movies and coffee shops, discretely as possible in their civilian personas. After all, Villain wasn't evil. They were just "allergic to the rules", as they liked to say.
Hero admired that about Villain. They were one of the few who knew the people Villain robbed usually deserved it, with the funds stolen turning into anonymous donations to local charities and organizations. Hero tried to help in their own way, taking down smaller criminals and protecting civilians in danger of being hurt or abused, but they were honor bound to their code. They could never be free to act outside of it.
"Why don't you join me?" Villain had asked one day. "We're basically on the same side. And it would be a treat to fight alongside you instead of against you."
"I can't," Hero said unable to make eye contact. "Superhero needs me. And there's things I can do by following the rules that you can't."
Villain rolled their eyes. "Fine. Keep being a goody-two-shoes. See how far it gets you."
Hero gently squeezed Villain's hand, their ice-cold fingers intertwining with Villain's fiery hot touch. "You know, I just don't think you'd be able to handle me if we were on the same side. You'd be so flustered you wouldn't be able to get anything done."
Villain laughed, a bit of red flooding their cheeks. "Please. You'd miss our banter so much you'd change sides before the end of the fight."
"Oh, you mean your terrible puns? The one's you practice in the mirror every day?" Hero raised an eyebrow.
Villain sputtered, causing Hero to laugh. The memory comforted them as they knocked on Superhero's door. Hearing a "Come in," they entered.
"Ah, Hero." Superhero looked up from some documents on their desk, setting them down and gesturing for Hero to take a seat.
"What can I do for you?" Hero asked, sitting down.
"I just wanted to congratulate you." Superhero smiled. "So many criminals frozen in their tracks, if you'll excuse the turn of phrase."
Hero smiled. It was nothing to worry about, after all. "Just doing my job."
"Yes," Superhero's lip curled in a curious smile. "I did have one small question, however." They took one of the documents they had been looking at and spun it around. "What do you make of this?" Hero noticed it was an image, blurry, of several figures at what seemed to be at an outdoor restaurant.
"I don't understand," Hero said, their eyebrows knit in confusion. "Is this our next target?"
"Yes it is, and I think you'll be quite familiar with them." Superhero produced a second photo, a thermal version of the same scene. Hero's blood ran even colder than usual. Among the usual heat signatures, there was a pair that stuck out like a sore thumb, together at one of the tables: one blistering hot, the other icy blue. There would be no denying who it was in those photos.
Hero went to stand, knowing they had no choice but to run.
"Now hold on." Superhero flicked their wrist and vines that had been sneaking their way towards Hero sprung forth. Hero fought against Superhero's powers, freezing the plants as they tried to wrap around their wrists and ankles.
"Just let me explain!" Hero shouted, firing blast after blast of icy cold air.
"I think the photos speak for themselves." Superhero calmly doubled the frequency of their attacks. "You've gotten Villain to trust you, but you're too weak to finish the job."
Hero's face flushed with anger, causing them to slip up. One vine caught them in the back of the neck, sprouting sharp thorns dripping with some type of sap. Hero felt their body starting to grow weak, opening them up to more attacks. The paralytic entered their system several times over, and soon they were unable to stand, collapsing at Superhero's feet.
"I could always see straight through you, Hero." Superhero used their plants to lift Hero's chin, forcing them to look up. "Still, I had such hope for you. But seeing as how long this has gone on, I think it's time I stepped in. Lucky for you, you've given me just what I need to catch Villain once and for all."
Hero tried to shout out, to struggle, to do anything, but their body wouldn't listen. Vines wrapped around their limbs, covering their ankles all the way up to their mouth. More thorns sprouted, digging into Hero's skin, ensuring that when the paralytic wore off, more would be there to replace it.
Superhero reached into Hero's pocket, pulling out their communication device. They skimmed through the contacts before finding one that was clearly Villain.
"Smile." Superhero snapped some photos of Hero, helpless, gagged, and tied up, preparing to send them to Villain. "Don't worry," Superhero patted Hero's head. "You're helping to bring in a master criminal. You're going to be a real hero."
Hiiiiii I was just thinking about something and wondered if you'd want to write a snippet for it
Imagine a prince whumpee getting kidnapped. He's not bratty or super coddled, but he's still royalty. Maybe he was on the run from usurpers, maybe he was minding his own business in the gardens. But he gets nabbed, bound, gagged, the whole shebang. Maybe even roughed up a little👀
Why he's getting yoinked is up to you!!!
thank you so much for this, it was really fun!
content: royal whump, kidnapping, bound and gagged
Christoper is running. Again.
His life has been on-and-off sprints ever since his cousin, Darian, marched to the palace with thousands of swords under his command and stole the throne. Christopher barely escaped, and now that's all he's been doing. His cousin's army is vast, and they've spread out across the kingdom looking for the last thing in Darian's way.
Christopher has no army, no allies, not even a sword, but he'll be damned if he doesn't have his speed.
Darian's men race after him as he tears through the forest, leaping over roots and kicking up fallen leaves in his wake. He doesn't know where he's going, just that he can't stop. That strategy hasn't failed him yet...
But nothing lasts forever.
These men aren't as dumb as the ones that have been chasing after him lately, and it catches him off guard when the blue-clad soldiers appear in front of him. So much so that he does the fatal thing. He trips.
He hits the ground hard, and before he can even attempt to get up, he feels a boot on his back, shoving him into the moss and roots. He cries out, and another boot kicks him, joined by another, and another, until Christopher loses count and blows are raining on him from all sides. All he can do is curl up and cover his head and pray for it to be over soon.
It ends, eventually, with him bruised and probably a little broken. The soldiers don't care, though, and they roughly bind him with rope. His ankles and knees are tied together, and his hands are tied behind his back and stuffed in a small sack that cinches tightly around his wrists.
"I am your rightful prince," Christopher says as soon as he comes face to face with the captain of the group, marked with a gold pin on his uniform.
For that, he gets a slap across the face.
"You think I give a shit?" the captain says. "Unless you can pay me, boy, you're nothing but a shiny little item our prince wants. And who are we to deny him?"
"You will all face justice," Christopher snaps.
The captain repeats his words mockingly, and the rest of the men laugh.
"Gag him," the captain commands.
Someone pulls a thick cloth around Christopher's mouth and ties it tightly behind his head, even as he thrashes to avoid it.
He's pissed at himself for getting caught. How could he have let this happen? He should have been faster, smarter, stronger. No wonder all the best fighters of the kingdom chose Darian.
They've clearly prepared to capture him, because they throw him in a caged wagon and get going quickly. Bound and without his voice, Christopher is completely powerless.
All he can do now is wonder why Darian wants him alive.
Whumpee strained against the chains bolted to the wall, holding their hands behind their back, ignoring how their shoulders screamed in protest. Their bare feet slid against the floor, unable to find a stable footing, and they fell to their knees again. They’d lost track of how many times they’d tried, and failed, to dislodge the chains from the wall. They couldn’t get the leverage they needed with a slippery floor.
They groaned in frustration through the heavy gag, several layers of tape and cloth culminating in a thick bandana that had covered both their nose and mouth, making it harder to breathe. A lump formed in their throat as they thought of how utterly trapped they were, tears pricking at the corners of their eyes. Were they really this pathetic? There had to be a way out.
Their knees. Even if they couldn’t get the full power of their thighs, their pants could perhaps work for traction. They sat back on their haunches and strained against the chain, grunting through their gag. They heard a weak link in the chain begin to creak, and they shouted as they finally broke free. They tumbled forwards, hands still chained behind them and mouth still heavily gagged, but no longer anchored in place. Their breathing was heavy and labored as they stepped backwards over their chained wrists
Finally, they thought, reaching for their gag and yanking the bandana off. They took a deep breath as they felt around the edges of the tape, trying to find the end so they could pull it off. They were so focused on removing their gag that they didn’t hear footsteps heading towards them.
The cell door opened, revealing whumper on the other side, looking down at them with their arms crossed.
“Whumpee, I’m so disappointed,” whumper cooed. “So disobedient. I’ll have to secure you better, won’t I?”
“Mmmmnnnff!” Whumpee glared up at their captor, before lunging for them. Whumper dodged their attack easily and grabbed the collar of their shirt before slamming them into the wall face first. Whumpee shrieked and squirmed, but was helpless against their grip.
“And you were so close too,” whumper continued. “I hope you’re happy with yourself.”
A small prick jabbed into whumpee’s neck, and reality began to melt around them. Their eyes fluttered as they tried to remain conscious, but they couldn’t focus. Reality shifted and swirled, and they felt so many hands grabbing at their arms and neck and legs…
When they finally came to, whumper was sitting in front of them cross-legged, a large grin across their face. Whumpee’s neck was sore, as was their shoulders, which had been wrenched even further behind them than before, their elbows and wrists bound tight and duct tape binding their hands into useless balls. Several chains criss-crossed over their torso now, locking them securely to the wall. Their clothes had been cut away as well, leaving them in their undergarments. A thick leather muzzle had been locked over their face, squishing down their heavy gag even more.
“Mm… mmmmph!” Whumpee’s eyes had widened as they struggled against their much sturdier restraints, unable to find any leeway with them.
“I’m not done with you,” Whumper said. “You’re still very important to my plans, and I can’t have you escaping. So you’re staying right there until I need you again, comprende?”
“Mmmnnn… nnnnnn!!!” They wiggled, but were ultimately unsuccessful.
“Be good!” Whumper blew them a kiss before walking out and slamming the door behind them.
The lock clicked with finality, leaving Whumpee alone and trapped
Because of some posts going around recently and my own personal thinking for a couple months now, I'm thinking of running my own whump event. Something short, just a week long thing because spoons/energy. And now, because of the mentioned posts, I think I will and it's going to be exclusively Lady Whump themed! {Addition: due to personal reasons this will be a purely Original Characters+Original Story Whump event (brief explanation here)}
By lady whump, I mean all the whumpees involved would be ladies/women/female. In my opinion, there's a big imbalance in the whump community and it really shouldn't be there. Like, frankly, for an anti-taboo community, this is treated like a big taboo.
I thought about making a poll for interest, but I'm just going to go for it and just see who joins on. My current thoughts are having it twice in a year: first week of August (since it's around my birthday) and the week between Christmas and New Year's (not 100% on this second one, since that time of year is *very* stressful at work; but whump writing is a stress relief so idk). Only would run it for 7 days, so a full week each time. I'd make a separate sideblog for it, too, cause notifs and whatnot. Also, point blank: *No AI allowed*. Saying that now.
Additional thoughts of events I considered doing before deciding on this (in cause others want to run those...): Nonhuman exclusive, OC exclusive, NSFWhump exclusive (purely 18+ only)
I'll figure out more as time goes on. Might just wait until a year from now to do it, if only to figure out prompts. And a name for it.
But yeah, I'm just like, there are so many of us that like lady whump and prefer it, but get so discouraged at the lack of really seeing others like us that we just get pushed out of the community, either intentionally or unintentionally. And that really sucks. So I at least want to try and change that!
content: drowning, stress position, bound and gagged, nudity
Katie gasped as Julianna wrenched her head out of the water. That had been the longest one yet, agonizing minutes of thrashing as she couldn't breathe. Julianna seemed to enjoy this particular method of torture, getting all giggly every time she pulled Katie out.
"You did so good!" Julianna exclaimed, patting Katie's soaking cheek. "But I'm thinking one more, okay?"
"No," Katie groaned. "Please. Ple-"
But there was nothing she could do as Julianna shoved her head back under. Katie didn't even have time to inhale, and her lungs quickly started to burn. She bucked and thrashed, but Julianna was stronger than she was.
After more agony, Julianna finally pulled her out and threw her to the ground. Katie choked and spluttered, clawing at the hard concrete as if that would give her some relief.
Julianna picked up the bucket of water and dumped its contents over Katie. Completely naked, Katie could do nothing but shiver as the freezing water washed over her bare skin.
"Aww, look at you," Julianna cooed. "You're so lovely like this, Katie."
Katie prayed that they would be done for the day, but Julianna showed no sign of stopping. She grabbed Katie's arms and cuffed them behind her back. She dragged Katie over to the section of the room with all the chains, and she attached chains to Katie's feet. Then, she pulled Katie's arms back and connected the wrist cuffs to the ankle cuffs, forcing her back to arch painfully.
"Don't do this," Katie pleased. "Please, you don't have to-"
Julianna slapped her across the face. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Katie. You're mine."
She clamped a thick metal collar around Katie's neck, then attached it by a chain to a ring on the floor. Then, with another chain, she attached the top of it to the ceiling, forcing Katie to hold her neck in a specific position if she didn't want to choke. That, combined with the stress position of her limbs, made her entire body burn.
Tears streamed down her face. "Let me out of this! I'll do whatever you want!"
"Katie, this is what I want," Julianna said.
She produced a bundle of cloth and stuffed it into Katie's mouth, then secured it with a wide silk panel that was painfully tied behind Katie's head.
"But maybe," she continued. "If you scream really nice for me... I'll consider taking all this off."
Katie didn't waste a second before screaming into the gag.
"MMMMMPH! MMMMMM! HMMMMMPH!"
"That's nothing."
"MMMMM! MMMM-MMMMPHHHH! MMMMMPPPPHHHHH!"
"Oh Katie," she sighed. "You can do better than that. Maybe some time like this will motivate you."
No. NO.
"MMMMMPH!"
But Julianna already made up her mind, and she left the room, the door locks clicking shut behind her. Katie could do nothing but hope that it would all be over soon.
Kate woke up slowly. Julianna had drugged her with something at the end of the day, and it was only just wearing off. She must have been out for a long time, because she was in a completely different position. She was tightly tied to a chair, facing the chains that she had been hanging in. The gag had been removed from her mouth, but the pain of it still throbbed in her jaw.
But Kate could speak.
"HELP!" she screamed, her voice raw and painful. "HELP ME! SOMEONE!"
"Aww, Katie." Julianna's voice came from behind her. "You're so naive. Anyone who can hear you scream is like me... or like you."
A psycho or a captive. Great.
"Don't fucking call me Katie," Kate growled. She tried to twist in the chair, but the ropes were too firm. "Let me go."
Julianna giggled. "Do you honestly think that's possible? I told you, Katie, I own you now. And no one is looking for you."
Any retort Kate had died in her throat. As much as she hated to admit it, Julianna was right. No one would care about her disappearing. She'd be presumed dead, and everyone would move on.
"I'll take that silence as acceptance," Julianna said. She finally stepped in front of Kate, her curly hair down from the ponytail it had been in. Maybe that meant things weren't going to get physical. "Good. That's the first step."
Kate frowned. "Of grief?"
"Oh my god, you're so cute." Julianna looked giddy, although that seemed to be her natural state. "I'd care if you went missing, Katie."
"That's not my name."
Suddenly, Julianna's lightheartedness disappeared completely, and an alarm of danger went off in Kate's mind, red flashing in her vision.
"Oh, but it is," Julianna said, slowly advancing on her. "And there's really no need to resist it."
Briefly, Kate thought of Esmerelda, Julianna's terrifying... friend? Boss? Well, whatever she was, Kate didn't want to get on her bad side. But she had nothing to lose now except her dignity.
"Fuck you," Kate spat. "You crazy fucking bitch."
Julianna was on her before Kate could blink, straddling her and clamping her hand over Kate's mouth. In her other hand, suddenly appearing, was a knife.
With the knife, Julianna cut away what was left of Kate's shirt. Julianna kidnapped her from her home, meaning Kate wasn't even wearing a bra.
"Look at you," Julianna hissed, jabbing the knife at Kate's bare chest. "So worthless to everyone but me. And this is how you treat me?"
Kate struggled under her grip, but Julianna was much stronger than her.
"What's your name?" Julianna asked, lifting her hand from Kate's mouth.
"Kate."
The hand went back, and then the knife was cutting into her skin. Kate screamed as Julianna carved the letter K into her stomach.
"What's your name?"
Dignity.
"Kate. Kate, Kate, Ka- mmph! MMMPH!"
The hand went back against as Julianna carved the letter A next. When she removed her hand, she didn't even have to ask the question.
"My name is Kate!" She sobbed.
T was next, painfully down the center.
When Julianna removed her hand again, Kate's resolve was gone.
"What letter comes next?" Julianna asked. Kate only gasped through tears in response. "I said, what letter?"
"I." Katie choked on the letter. "It's I."
Julianna didn't cover her mouth as she carved that one, allowing Katie to scream freely.
"And next."
"E."
When Julianna finished the final letter, her pleasantness returned. She smiled softly and ruffled Katie's hair.
"Don't you ever forget it," Julianna said with a wink. Her eyes flicked to Katie's newly-scarred stomach. "That'll heal nicely, don't you think?"
Katie didn't have any resistance left in her. "Y-yes."
this girl I knew in high school kidnapped me and I was bound and gagged on her floor while she slept. I don’t remember much else of what happened but it was definitely whumpy hehe
