TW: Noncon, AFAB Whumpee, AMAB Whumper, death threats, guns, failed escape, forced oral sex, grinding, creepy Whumper, humiliation, degradation, tied up
When Whumpee escaped, they tried to stay low. They got a cheap hotel room, and tried not to leave under any circumstances, unless it was absolutely necessary. They kept reminding themself that this wouldn't be forever, just for a few weeks, until the situation calmed down.
It had been barely a week since they escaped, and Whumpee was paranoid. They jumped at every little noise, they couldn't sleep well, and they've barely eaten anything.
They were exhausted, both physically and mentally.
They knew Whumper was searching for them, and Whumpee was terrified of what was going to happen to them if they were caught. Whumper's anger was terrifying, and Whumpee could vividly remember every punishment and torture they've done to them.
Whumper was ruthless and cruel.
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Whumpee ran their hands through their hair, taking deep breaths. Their body was trembling, their nerves frayed, and their thoughts were running a mile a minute. They felt nauseous, and their body was sore from sleeping on a lumpy mattress. It was better than Whumper's though.
Whumpee sighed heavily and stood up, their knees buckling slightly. They stumbled their way into the room, flopping down onto the bed face first, groaning.
Their clothes were all dirty, just a thin towel wrapped around them. They knew they'd have to wash them soon, but going outside even for that terrified them.
They rolled over to their back and stared blankly at the ceiling. Whumpee desperately wanted to sleep, their eyes drooping, but the nightmares prevented them.
Every time they closed their eyes, they were haunted by Whumper.
That's when they heard a knock.
Whumpee froze, their heart hammering in their chest. They didn't move, their muscles tensing, waiting to see if it was their imagination.
After a minute of silence, Whumpee slowly relaxed, thinking it really was their mind playing tricks.
Then there was another knock, followed by a familiar voice.
"I know you're in there. Open the door or I'll break it down."
Sitting up, Whumpee's blood ran cold. They recognized that voice anywhere. Whumper found them, and they were knocking at their door.
Whumpee scrambled off their bed and hurried to the bathroom, shutting the door quietly. They pressed their back to the wall, sliding down until they were sitting on the floor.
They listened closely as they heard the door open, their breathing becoming uneven. Whumpee prayed Whumper would think they weren't here, that they'll leave, and they'll escape once more.
There wasn't a lock on the door, but even if there was, it would be hopeless.
Whumper wasn't dumb, however, and Whumpee cursed them when they heard their boots walk across the carpet floor, pausing in the bathroom.
Whumpee covered their mouth with their hand, their breathing becoming erratic, as they heard Whumper jiggle the doorknob.
The doorknob started to turn, and Whumpee flinched. They squeezed their eyes shut, waiting for Whumper to open the door and drag them back. The door opened, and Whumpee didn't dare open their eyes.
"So this is where you're hiding?" Whumper mused, and Whumpee shivered as they heard them crouch down. A gloved hand cupped their cheek, and Whumpee couldn't stop the whimper from escaping their lips. "Look at me, Whumpee."
Whumpee didn't move, their entire body tense, their heart threatening to burst. Whumper tsked and grabbed a fistful of their hair, making Whumpee gasp and open their eyes, tears already forming.
Whumper smiled at them, their grip tight, making them hiss in pain.
"You've given me quite the chase, baby," they chuckled, pulling their hair harder, earning a pained whine. "But now the fun's over. Stand."
"N-no," Whumpee choked, their hands clutching Whumper's wrist. "Please, don't. I don't want- I can't-"
"I'm not asking," Whumper growled, pulling them closer, their noses nearly touching. Whumpee flinched at Whumper's tone, their breath hitching. "Stand, or I'll make sure you can never stand again."
Whumpee shuddered. They knew Whumper was serious, and they didn't want their legs broken, or worse. Slowly, Whumpee shakily stood, and Whumper followed.
Letting go of their hair, Whumper grabbed their bicep, leading them out of the bathroom. Whumpee stumbled after them, their knees weak, eyes darting around, looking for something, anything, to help them. Whumper lead Whumpee towards the bed and pushed them onto it.
Whumper grabbed Whumpee's towel, easily pulling it off, leaving them naked. Whumpee tried to cover themself but Whumper slapped their hands away.
Roughly turning Whumpee around, Whumper pushed them onto their stomach, grabbing their wrists and tying them together with a rope they had ready. They struggled, but Whumper tightened the rope, making them hiss. They then tied Whumpee's ankles.
"There, much better," Whumper purred after pulling away. "I missed seeing you like this, sweetheart."
"Fuck you," Whumpee hissed, glaring at Whumper over their shoulder. "Let me go!"
"Now why would I do that?" Whumper mused, placing a hand on Whumpee's ass, squeezing it. Their grin turned into a glare. "You really pissed me off, Whumpee. I went through so much trouble finding you, and you're going to pay for it."
Easily flipping Whumpee over, Whumper admired their naked body, eyes dark. They ran their hands up Whumpee's inner thighs, smirking at how their legs trembled. Whumper dug their nails in Whumpee's soft skin.
A trail of red lines followed Whumper's nails, and Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut. They tugged at their binds, wanting to get away from them, to escape.
They knew they were in deep shit, and they were scared of what Whumper was going to do.
Whumper looked up to their captive's face, then stood. Before Whumpee could even be relieved, Whumper shoved them to the floor and walked over to the chair in front of the bed. They sat down and pointed to the floor. "Over here. Now."
"I can't, I'm tied-"
"Crawl."
Cringing, Whumpee awkwardly crawled their way towards Whumper, stopping between their legs. They refused to look at them, but Whumper grabbed their hair and forced them to.
They were sure Whumper was going to force them to suck them off, like they had done many times before, but Whumper surprised them.
"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to grind yourself here." Whumper pointed to their expensive shoe. "You will only cum when I tell you to, and then you're going to lick it all off. Understand?" Whumpee hesitated, earning a tug to their hair, making them hiss. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," Whumpee whispered, glancing at Whumper's shoe. "I-I understand."
Whumper hummed, releasing Whumpee's hair and leaned back in their chair. "Then start grinding."
Hesitantly, Whumpee lowered themself onto Whumper's shoe, their thighs pressing against it. Whumpee slowly started grinding against it, the rubber sole rubbing painfully against them. Whumpee tried to go slow, but Whumper wasn't having it, pushing their shoe deep into Whumpee, earning a yelp.
"I'm being merciful and you still manage to waste my time," Whumper growled, hand grabbing Whumpee's hair once more. "Grind faster."
"I-I'm trying," Whumpee hissed, glaring at them, their hips moving faster. "It hurts-"
"Good," Whumper interrupted, their eyes dark. "I want it to hurt."
A shudder ran down Whumpee's spine, their glare faltering. They continued grinding, gasping and hissing every time Whumper pushed their shoe deep into them, the sole rubbing against their most sensitive areas. Whumpee closed their eyes, tears pricking at the corners, their hips stuttering.
"Please," Whumpee whispered, their hips slowing, earning a tug to their hair. "I-I can't- it hurts-" Whumpee was caught off when they heard a click. Opening their eyes, Whumpee saw Whumper was holding a gun, pointing it at them. Whumpee's blood ran cold. "Wh-"
"Keep grinding."
Swallowing hard, Whumpee hesitantly did what Whumper said, their eyes trained on the gun. Whumper watched Whumpee grind against their shoe, their finger on the trigger. Whumpee shuddered, wondering if Whumper was really crazy enough to shoot them while they did this.
Whumper noticed the hesitation, so they pressed the barrel to Whumpee's temple. "Grind. Faster."
Whumpee sobbed again. Whumper smirked, their gun still pressed against their head, watching as they grind desperately against their shoe, their juices coating the rubber. Whumper enjoyed every expression Whumpee made, their lips parting, soft noises and gasps escaping them.
"Close?" Whumper chuckled.
"Yes," Whumpee whimpered, their grinding becoming sloppy. "Can I please-"
"No."
Whumpee shuddered, their walls fluttering. They slowed their hips, their breathing uneven. Whumper pushed the gun against their temple harder, making Whumpee hiss.
"I didn't tell you to stop."
They trembled, their hips picking up the pace once more, their juices practically dripping onto Whumper's shoe. Whumpee gasped and whined, tears falling, their thighs burning. Whumper watched them, their finger twitching on the trigger, their free hand unbuttoning their pants. Pulling out their cock, Whumper lazily stroked it.
"Look at me," Whumper purred, Whumpee hesitantly opening their teary eyes, looking up at them. "You're so pathetic. Look at you, grinding against my shoe like a bitch in heat."
"Please," Whumpee whined, their hips moving faster. "Please-"
"Cum."
Whimpering, Whumpee immediately came, their hips stuttering, their juices coating onto Whumper's shoe. Whumper hummed, continuing to stroke themself as Whumpee rode their orgasm, their breathing labored.
Whumper looked at their shoes, chuckling. "Look at the mess you made."
Whumpee glanced down, their face heating up, embarrassment washing over them. Whumper suddenly grabbed Whumpee's hair, earning a hiss, and shoved their face onto their shoe. Whumpee flinched, their nose pressing against it, their cum smearing across their face.
"Start cleaning."
"But-"
"If you don't, I'll blow your brains out," Whumper reminded, their gun pressing against Whumpee's temple once more. Tears still rolling down their eyes, Whumpee hesitantly started licking their shoe clean, shuddering at their own taste. "That's it. Get it all clean."
Whumpee wanted to throw up, their tongue dragging over the rubber, their cum mixed with their saliva. Whumper watched them, their free hand still stroking themself, their grip on Whumpee's hair tight. Whumpee closed their eyes, focusing on licking their shoe clean, their cheeks burning.
"Open your eyes and look at me," Whumper growled, Whumpee flinching and obeying. They shuddered, seeing Whumper's eyes dark, their grin wide. "You look so humiliated. How cute."
Sobbing, Whumpee continued licking. Whumper chuckled and leaned their head back, their hand speeding up. Whumpee didn't stop licking until every inch was clean, their stomach churning.
Whumper kicked them in the face once their shoes were both clean, earning a pained cry. Whumpee fell onto their side, their nose throbbing, their hands pulling at their binds. Whumper moaned as they continued stroking themself, their gaze trailing Whumpee's naked body.
"On your knees. Hurry."
They really, really didn't want to, fully knowing why, but they couldn't bring themself to rebel further.
Whumpee awkwardly pushed themself up, kneeling between Whumper's legs. They didn't even notice the blood trickling down their nose until Whumper wiped at it, licking at it and moaning again. They then used the same hand and grabbed Whumpee's hair, tugging them closer.
Whumper guided their cock into their mouth, pushing all the way in, earning a gag. Whumpee wanted to vomit as they felt the disgustingly familiar taste of Whumper's cum, their throat protesting. Whumper groaned, their grip tightening.
"You better swallow it all," Whumper growled, thrusting their hips, Whumpee gagging once more. "You're not allowed to miss a single drop."
Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, Whumper's thrusts harsh. They choked and gagged, their lungs burning, their face bright red.
Tears rolled down their cheeks as Whumper's cum filled their mouth, their thrusts stuttering. Whumper moaned loudly, their cock twitching in Whumpee's mouth, their grip painful.
Pulling out, Whumper grinned wildly, seeing Whumpee's face flushed and tear stained.
Whumper's cum dripped out their mouth, Whumpee's chest heaving. Whumper grabbed Whumpee's chin, making them look at them.
"Show me."
Whumpee parted their lips, showing them that they did as they were told. Whumper hummed, their thumb wiping at some cum that was dripping down Whumpee's chin.
They rubbed it against Whumpee's tongue, earning a whine. They watched as Whumpee swallowed down the last bit of cum, then shoved them back on the floor.
Whumper stood up, tucking themself back into their pants, fixing their shirt. Whumpee watched them, their tears falling, their entire body aching. They flinched when Whumper crouched down, their grin unsettling.
"Good job, sweetie," Whumper praised, wiping away a stray tear. "Now, let's go home. I'm not done with your punishment."
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Prompt: emotional whump, psychological whump
ok so this is 100% a product of talking to @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night and sharing ideas please enjoy
tw emotional whump, psychological whump, conditioning, creepy/intimate whumper, sadistic choice, noncon (somno specifically), self-blame
Every single night, Whumper presented them with the same choice. Every night it sounded absurd. Easy. Straightforward.
"Would you like to sleep in a soft bed, or be in pain for the entire night?"
Of course, there was a catch. There was always a catch. The soft bed came with Whumper attached, a warm body against their own, holding them, suffocating and invasive. Who knew what Whumper would do to them? There was no telling whether it was even the better option.
On that first night, they had chosen the pain without hesitation. They hadn't known then, the fact that Whumper would keep asking the same thing over and over. They had endured torture for eight hours without a single break, and their entire body ached afterwards. They thought it was over.
The second night, Whumper had asked the same question, all nonchalant. "Bed or pain?" Whumpee was starting to realise that this was the beginning of a process, one of breaking them down and having them choose the bed instead of forcing them in there. They had told themself they wouldn't break, half-heartedly. They had already known they would. Of course they would. Who wouldn't? They hadn't gotten any sleep, they were in excruciating pain, and they had to have the strength to utter the word "pain".
The third and fourth night had been a blur of sleep deprivation and torment. They were in equal parts grateful and furious that once they'd made the choice, there was no going back on it. On one hand, they only had to be brave for a single second. On the other hand, a single second of foolish defiance cost them hours and hours and hours of torture.
"Bed," they rasped on the fifth night. They were distantly aware that they hadn't even lasted a week, but they couldn't have cared less. "Bed, please, god, I can't– can't do another night, please–"
"It's okay." Whumper gently scooped them up, hushing them as if they weren't about to leave them in the cell otherwise for others to torture. "You made the right choice, pet. I'm so proud of you."
If this had been the first night, Whumpee would've said something dramatic, like 'the words hurt more than the torture itself'. As it was on the fifth, Whumpee knew that the tightness in their chest and the churning of their stomach couldn't even compare. It was a different kind of pain, but one that was infinitely more bearable, even if it meant giving up a piece of themself.
It was survival. It was all for survival. Whumper would've forced them in the bed either way, they wouldn't have just let them die. At least they told themself that.
They were given a warm bath, and Whumpee thought they hadn't ever felt as gross as in that moment. It felt futile. The water might've washed away the blood and filth, but Whumper's touches brought a different, even worse kind. One that was invisible, seeping into their pores and settling under their skin, making it crawl and tingle.
The softness of the mattress was appreciated for all but a fleeting moment before Whumper climbed in after them, pulling their aching body close. They were so stiff it hurt, and they were halfway sure that not even the level of exhaustion they felt would be enough to lull them to sleep.
They fell asleep for mere minutes at a time, always jolting awake shortly after. Whumper didn't do anything but hold them tight, and they were starting to be convinced that they were nothing but a body pillow. The anxiety didn't subside, but it was worth it to have a night away from the pain. A break. They'd go back to choosing the correct option the next day, right? They would be strong.
As night approached, their inner voice changed its tune. Maybe just one more night without pain. Just so the body would heal. There's always tomorrow.
They told themself the same fairy tales of bravery the third day, their trembling getting worse as the time of choosing drew near. They couldn't do it. They didn't understand how they'd done it for five consecutive days. Even the thought of saying the word made them want to cry now. Besides, Whumper wasn't hurting them, were they?
They fell asleep instantly in Whumper's arms, the constant anxiety having exhausted them beyond belief. They were warm, fed, even– even safe. They were okay. Whumper allowed them to be okay.
Until they didn't.
They woke up with a start, confused for a moment. Was it a bad dream? Where were they? Who... there was something– someone inside of them.
Before they could've cried out for it to stop, Whumper used a free hand to cover their mouth, their other one going to rest on top of their broken ribs as a warning. They gave Whumpee a few seconds to calm down and reevaluate the situation they were in, pressing down more and more until they finally stopped squirming.
"There you go," Whumper whispered quietly as they started moving again. "It's okay. It's just me."
The breathy moans punctuating their... reassurances did nothing to help the situation. In fact, the only thing that could've helped it was Whumper's quick and sudden death, a heart attack maybe, whatever, but Whumpee saw little chance of that happening. So they stayed good and still, quietly sobbing into the pillow until it was over. They weren't allowed to move from the bed and get a bath. Whumper... didn't even pull out.
They threw up all over the bed before the sun rose.
They told themself they'd choose the pain again. This time they would. The night had been awful and disgusting, and they had been too shocked and afraid to fight back then, but this time they would show Whumper that this was too much. They'd choose the pain over their bed until they died trying.
And yet... they found themself freezing up with anxiety. The lump in their throat wouldn't allow them to say anything other than "bed, please". Whumper didn't mock them, and maybe that was the worst part. They didn't look surprised or satisfied, it was something entirely anticipated. Whumpee was likely just one in the long line of victims they'd had, a line they were terrified to step out of.
So they let Whumper have their way. They let them do more and more. They attempted to stay in their cell once, on a day when they felt extraordinarily brave stupid, and they realised they couldn't handle a single night like that anymore.
Eventually, they didn't have a choice anymore, not even formally. Their few belongings were moved to Whumper's room – their permanent residence now.
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