#chair restraints

[a-muzzled-hound]

“What could go wrong?”

DAY 12 - WHUMPTOBER

Rusty nails, mayday may day! Cave in 

CONTENT!/TRIGGER WARNING!: Continued story from day 11, rusty nails, punishment, rope/tough rope, burning nails/burning metal, no comfort, rope restraints

Ashtyn would already be sat on one of the metal foldable chairs they would keep in the corner of the shed, his arms restrained strictly with rope on the arm sides, his ankles, quads, his torso would be tied up as well to the chair that'd sit in the middle of the shed, right in front of the counters

It'd take him a minute to wake up, and by then, everything was set up on the counter right behind him, 10 rusty nails, a pliers, and a singular lighter, and of course that's all they needed for what they planned on doing. 

His eyes would roll up feeling stinging pain in his knee, that’d still be wrapped up rather poorly in rags, as he’d realize rather quickly that he was tied up- and quite securely to the chair, limiting pretty much every movement he made, getting out of the daze of sweet unconsciousness, as he’d look up at, fixing his gaze to his surroundings, with his insides falling apart when he realized what was happening. 

“You’re finally awake, it took you long enough, but we did have plenty of time at least to get everything ready for sweet little, you.” Alyx would speak up amongst the other men, standing right infront of ashtyn,  take a long good, gander down at ashtyn. His words expressed sarcasm to the boy in his statements.  

Ashtyn would speak up shakily “It- hurted- I’m fucking sorry! I wa-was.. Going to return!” it just felt as if an noose was getting tied to his neck, and proceeded to get choked by the noose, with his voice squeaking abit, in an act to hold back any tears

“That is such utter bullshit.” Alyx spoke up with a darting glare, following that statement up “You know damn well, once your knee was feeling a-okay, you’d run to the gates and attempt your escape. PATHETIC!” 

Ashtyn would shake his head with a rather resilient look on his face, it truly was something to be entertained by. But- on ashtyns end, there wasn’t anything to say anymore. Alyx was right- He was going to attempt an escape once his knee felt somewhat better.

“That’s exactly what I thought.” Was uttered as the lighter and pliers were picked up by alyx, with him holding the pliers ends up to the flame of the lighter, flaming it up, so when it touched any bare skin or anything really- it’d burn right through. He’d just bow his head down in shame, balling up his fists tightly knowing this whole procedure all too well. 

—-

After a solid minute of ashtyn, bowing his head in shame with his fists twitching in fear, just doing his best to distract himself from what’s going on, what surrounds him, who’s around him. The pilers would finally be hot enough, with the jaws of the pliers having some steam coming off of them just from how hot the metal had gotten. 

“C’mon, open your palm.” Vincent spoke up, peering down at ashtyn next to alyx.

Ashtyn would hesitate abit with his fist just shaking more, til his hand would slowly squeeze itself open, still refusing to look his head looking to the side, with his eyes squinted shut, his hands shaking just wouldn't stop despite being open, with it flinching a few times. 

Til suddenly the burning hot jaws of the pliers would be twisted onto ashtyns ring finger, as tears flushed out of ashtyns eyes, erupting an blood curdling scream with all of the fight getting crashed into ashtyn all at once, the struggle started all over again 

“FUCK, FUCK!!- FA-FWUC!!! AGH!!!” Screaming continued blocking out any words he was trying to get out for this period of time, only making out blabberings, which soon turned into blabberes out please as his finger would get twisted by the burning hot jaws of the pliers, getting twisted quite slowly, til it took a whole other direction, getting QUICKLY twisted

CRRRKKKK—... 

SNAP! 

The bone in his ring finger was completely bent, with ashtyns releasing an pretty uncontrolled scream, jerking around quite a bit in the ropes, just trying again and again to pull his knees up, and his arms side ways, but, that didn't last for long, did it? 

Alyx would slam his own hand on top of ashtyns palm, removing the pliers from his ring finger as he does it, sending ashtyn into a flight response as his head shot back and looked at alyx then his palm through tears that would be racing out of his eyes at a rapid rate, shaking his head no

Alyx would just take a gander at ashtyn "No?" 

Ashtyn of course immediately nodded, again and again, nods, with his crying showing no sign of a pause, despite him sucking in some of the tears, for them to flush out moments later with his breaths. 

"Right, we'll move on then, twisting fingers never really were my favorite thing to do."

—

Ashtyn would chuckle lightly, releasing more sobs as his head fell down shortly after, his back hitching around, a bit, his hand going limp as alyx would go ahead and grabbed half of the rusty nails on the counter behind ashtyn, with Vincent grabbing the other half. 

Ashtyn's laughter would be hitched in between his crystal, as he'd look at the rusty nails with some old blood stained on them still, as he stared, his crying worsened. There was really no stopping Ashtyn's cries, other than.. More pain! 

Alyx would take his hand, spreading his palm out on the chairs arm rest, laying the nails out aside, taking one of the five he had. And propping it right on ashtyn's pinky fingers, knuckle. With ashtyn's hand making slight twitches in utter horror. Alyx picks up a perfectly sized hammer for bashing the nail right in his knuckles. 

And within a few seconds of anticipating for the big bang, it happened, the nail was BASHED, down by the hammer alyx wielded, with the nail going right through the knuckles bone marrow, striking his knuckles nerve, and to add insult to injury, the hammers face striked the knuckle right after the bashing

   The crying was endless on ashtyns ends, with his crys cracking infrequently, his throat feeling weak, it wouldn’t take long for Vincent would follow the same path with alyx lending him the hammer, violently bashing the nail down with the hammer's face, over and over again. 

Ashtyn's struggle didn't stop, it worsened, with his tugs against the rope becoming violent with every tug, worsening the blisters he gained from how tough the material the rope is, he'd keep on turning in the chair, looking honestly a bit wheezy from just looking at the graphic display that were his hands. 

Soon enough, the two men had already went through with every knuckle went through, and without realizing, ashtyn had collapsed to unconsciousness in the chair, with his salty tears drying on his face, same with the heavy snot that had came from his nose, through all of those hysterical sobs. 

But, There's always time for a good beating.

[louis-sj]

SPAR prisoner chair.

SPAR Prisoner chair by Police Innovations.

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

"He's a little tied up right now, can I take a message?"

Last Chica's Magic Rainbow/Rainbow Pauling arender for now

Happy FNAF Anniversary!!!

Old:

[thebest-medicine]

had a long drive this weekend and had a lot of time to think about things — one of those things has been this brainworm:

A series where fjord and jester get stocks set up in a room on one of their boats

perhaps Fjord and Jester end up fighting off a pirate ship that tries to fuck with them and stealing their set of stocks from the dungeon. Jester is all gung ho on using them as their ‘torture chamber’ so they can prank mean pirates and get them to confess where their treasure is

Jester deserves to have stocks!!!

one where she shows them to Caleb - she gets him to sit in them even though he’s like hmm this seems like a bad idea and she’s like no no it’s fine I just wanna show you them really quick — and then tickles him

one where she shows them to Essek and gets him to try them out too, offers to help him with his spellcasting

and / or one where after showing them to Caleb she comes upon him and Essek in the room using them and she’s like omg omg omg you GUYSYSSSS and they’re like no we’re- we’re studying! It- it was an idea to help with concentration and casting focus!

Jester immediately offers to be both of their concentration coaches and insists she needs to build a second set of stocks so they can study together

one where Beau insists she’d never break under torture especially something as silly as tickling and jester invites her to try

afterword Beau is like fuck you next time you’re going in there and jester is like Yes How About Right Now Please :) and hops up

she invites Kingsley to try them out for another one perhaps, maybe also one where she invites Kingsley to help her get fjord or Caleb in them bddhfjfjgk

a cute little role playing silliness where Captain Tusktooth is interrogating a mysterious pirate wench / stowaway (Jester) in the stocks “I’ll never talk! You can’t make meHEHE!”

(Hnnnrnr maybe something with an npc where jester is like omg guys. I have an idea. Let’s take her to my torture chamber wahahaha she’ll talk. And she tickles her.?. Non con maybe kinda. Evil torturer trickster jester??? Hello???? She’s being thorough and silly and trying to get the truth. “Well I don’t have Zone of Truth prepared today- buuuuuut I can think of another way to get the truth.”)

[dismas-n-dismay]

I think someone should draw more fan art of A.B.A. dating Jinx but like right now so I can giggle and kick my feet over long haired blue/green haired girls, *send post*

[forevermore-lost-in-space]

Bus drivers don't break my chair challenge

[mus1g4]

Could you explain how head shaves are done? Do you do them restrained, etc.

The first thing to note is that head shaves are one of my absolute favorite aspects of prison intake and I would, if given carte blanche, head shave every inmate that signs up for Hampton! Obviously, that is not the case. We will do head shaves only based on a specific request by the inmate prior to arrival. Because of certain licensing laws in Iowa (where Hampton is located) we technically cannot cut hair for a fee, so we have to be very careful how we approach this.

If you were to simply request a head shave as a part of intake, you would likely be sheared immediately following your intake search and shower. If this was a request as a cooperative inmate, you would simply be seated in a chair in the intake shower corridor and shaved down.

If you were to resist or request a forced head shave, we would use one of our two restraint chairs, strap you down and shave your fucking skull as roughly as possible. In this case, please specifically ask for Pitbull!! I would bery much enjoy shaving you down!

In either circumstance, if you want a before and after mug shot that will be done for you!

[seapotty]

INTERGALACTIC ONE NIGHT ONLY PPV CASKET MATCH TO THA DEATH. (EMOTIONAL)

[serickswrites]

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Warnings: blood, unclear character status, restraints

Caretaker scrolled through their phone, feeling completely out of touch with reality as the realization that Whumpee had been missing for the better part of a week set in. 

Caretaker couldn’t fathom a world without Whumpee. Couldn’t fathom not knowing what happened. Couldn’t fathom never being able to see Whumpee again. 

Caretaker jumped as their phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. Caretaker was about to swipe away and categorize it as spam when the video in the message caught their eye. 

They could hear heavy breathing in the video. The room was dark save for a chair in the center. A chair with leather straps on the arms and legs. A chair that was coated in blood. 

“I saved the best for last, Caretaker,” a voice whispered off screen. “Do you want to see it to?”

Caretaker couldn’t breathe through the panic creeping up their throat.  They knew that voice. And they knew what this meant. Whumpee was still alive. And at the mercy of Whumper.

[whumpforthewin]

2023 Year of Whump - Restrained with Belts

Ah… I meant to have this out much sooner… whoops. I’m still going with the Year of Whump Prompts but imma jump around. Thank you for your patience.

“Wake up little one.”

Liam jolted awake nearly falling out of his chair in the process. He took a moment to frantically look around. He was a large dining room, there was food in front of him, and Sylas just off to his side.

“Good, you had been out for a while, wouldn’t want you to sleep through breakfast,” Sylas said. His voice was deep, soothing. If he wasn’t lying Liam would assume it was to keep his prey calm before he killed them.

Liam shied away from that thought. He couldn’t, he didn’t want to think about that right then.

The next thing he realized was that he was tied to the chair and wouldn’t have actually fallen out of it. The chair solid. He couldn’t tell if it was bolted to the floor or not but it would take serious effort to move it. Effort he wouldn’t be able to muster.

There were leather straps with belt buckles on the arms encircling wrists and he could feel similar on his ankles.

“Breakfast?” It didn’t feel like he had been sleeping that long. Although sleeping in a cage wasn’t all that pleasant so it wasn’t a surprise he didn’t feel rested.

“Oh course, you need to eat so that I can eat,” Sylas flashed a smile at him, Liam refused to believe he saw fangs. Sylas was just a Crazy coworker that kidnapped him.

“How, how can I eat with these on?” Liam asked tugging and rattling the binds. Half to make a point and half to test their strength. And there was no way he was breaking those straps.

“Not to worry.” And Sylas picked up the fork and stabbed a home fry. The thicker hashbrown did smell good and Liam’s stomach decided to rumble at that time. But he kept his mouth closed.

“Now don’t be like that, little one. I don’t want to hurt you. Which means you need to eat.” He offered the potato again.

Liam turned his face away and gasped at the sudden pain in his neck.

“Ah, you’re feeling it this morning. I told you I drank from you last night, before you had awoken.” He reached for Liam’s neck and Liam cringed but all Sylas did was brush his fingers over Liam’s throat. “I wanted to see the wound so I didn’t heal this one like I had been. So you’ll be sore. But not to worry, you’ll get used to the feeling.”

“I don’t want to, just, please, I won’t go to the police, just let me go. You’ll, I‘lol just leave you alone, please,” Liam begged. He had never had a stalker before. But he couldn’t imagine getting away from them was a smart thing if they wanted to be close to the person.

And he realized he was right when Sylas’s lips tilted into a small frown. Then he sighed. “I had hoped you wouldn’t resort to this. But it seems you need some time. That’s okay. I’m a patient man.” He set the fork down and pushed the food back.

Then he walked behind the chair and Liam only had a moment before he was dragging the chair back. He yelped and jerked to look at him. He wasn’t even straining with the heavy chair.

“I’m going to keep you in here,” he said pushing open a door to a dark room. “I’m nearly done with your room. Hopefully I’ll be able to move you into it tonight or tomorrow. Perhaps some isolation will do you some good.” He dragged Liam in the small room.

Liam jerked and tugged on the restraints. “Wait, no, Sam, Sylas, we can talk about this. Please, let’s just—“

“Good day, little one.”

The door clicked shut plunging Liam into darkness.

[inmate-24601-911]

Take this, inmate!

[itsbrucey]

I hope Matt Arnold understands that he has impact on lives bc I'm why am I researching the best Warhammer 40k novels to start with.

[whumppmuhw]

morally conflicted whumper

contains: moral issues, electric chair/electrocution, torture devices mention, restraints, torture mention, interrogation mention, death wish, implied death threat, lady whump

so basically what if whumper didn't like whump (but had to do it anyways. I'm emotionally whumping the whumper)

yeah I don't have a name for the other character so X it is

...

"Whumper! Good to see you!" X grinned as they set down the device they were working on. Their cheerful face was in direct contrast to Whumper's disheartened frown and cheerless body language.

"Yeah, good to see you too." He was sincere, and both of them knew it, but it had a grumpy, dismissive tone.

"Why the sad face? Are things not going well for Whumpee?"

"She doesn't like it here, and wishes daily that she could get out. She says that things are unfair, and that this never should have happened to her. Every time she looks in the mirror, she sees a shell of who she used to be. She's depressed, but can't do anything about it."

X had known their friend for a long time, and knew when something was going on. Whumper was never direct about his problems, and would rather avoid talking about them entirely, but his expressions and mannerisms would always give it away. "You're not talking about Whumpee," they accused.

"Mhm."

"How's she really doing? More importantly, how are you doing?"

Whumper decided to focus on the first question, and skip the second altogether. "Fine, I guess. Your electric chair is very effective, and I've been able to get a lot of information out of her."

X didn't show their prideful grin, though they loved hearing good things about their torture devices. "What's her day-to-day like?"

"She sleeps on the floor, no blanket, no nothing, in a cell with her ankle chained to the wall. She gets meals twice a day, and water every waking hour. Mostly I use the electric chair on her, she can't stand being electrocuted, but occasionally I'll use other things on her to mix it up."

Whumper sighed, and X didn't reply, allowing Whumper to continue.

"Don't tell anyone this, but I hate seeing her like that. I hate the way they make me treat her. I hate the way they treat me." He was pacing in a circle now, on a roll. "I don't want to be mean to her. I hate the sound of her screams. Every time she's defiant, I want to take her side, but I can't, so I hit her just to make her shut up. I don't like that either, but I don't want to face the problems. And the bad part is, she'll only ever remember me as the bad guy. I wish they never would have given me this job. You would do much better at it than I am. Hell, anyone would."

"A lot of the others seem to enjoy it. They say stepping into the role of interrogator and torturer can be really cathartic."

"Well, I'm not the others, am I?"

"No, and I get where you're coming from. The role isn't for everyone."

"What would you do if they called you to do it?"

"I'd have to take it, you know that, but...I don't know. Maybe it'd be fun."

"Bunch of sickos," Whumper muttered under his breath.

"Sorry?"

"Nothing. I doesn't matter."

Still, X could see the pent up anger boiling under the surface. "What are you gonna do?"

"I want to leave here."

"They'd kill you."

"Yeah, so what."

"I'd miss you."

Whumper made eye contact with X, and the two thought about what life was like before they came here. Days spent together, laughing and living carefree, before they got wrapped up in this hell. X was having a much better time adjusting than Whumper, and even found their job enjoyable - designing and creating machines meant to break anybody in myriad ways. All Whumper longed for was his old life, something he'd never have again.

"Tell you what," X proposed. "You've almost got everything you need out of Whumpee, right? Once you're done with her, I'll request you come work here with me. I can't say it'll ease your moral qualms entirely, but they'll likely never call you to do it again. And if they do, I'll ask to take your place."

"That'd...be better," and Whumper smiled a small smile, which quickly turned to a frown. "You'd...want to take my place?"

"I'd have a better time with it than you would, yeah."

"You enjoy hurting people?"

"I make all of these devices, don't I?" X sighed, and Whumper almost seemed offended. "Listen, Whumper, things aren't like the way they used to be. I-"

"No," Whumper cut off. "No, you-you used to be good, but you're just like them- I can't, I can't believe you..." He turned to leave, shaking his head, voice wavering.

"Where are you going?" X yelled, but they weren't acknowledged. All they could hope for was that Whumper would do anything that lead him to a fate worse than Whumpee.

[mus1g4]

I’m fascinated by humiliation would it be possible to have my hands tie above my head with my legs in a spreader bar. Whilst tape gagged as pushiment for talking back?

Talking back!??

Convict, you should know better! We do not tolerate insolence here.

Taped? Damn right!

Hands cuffed above your head? Certainly!

Spreader bar? Maybe not. Not used much in jails!

But we have equally effective means of keeping you quiet!

Question About Hampton Jail Roleplay

[bingobongobonko]

btw i mean this wholeheartedly and with the biggest wettest eyed expression i can give all of you. if you ever wanna ask me ANY kind of questions about the characters ive got im like runnin around in circles, i will drop EVERYTHING to talk characters. it is very fun!!! ive got so many lil ttrpg dudes runnin around and the roster just keeps getting bigger for NO reason (there is a reason, i like making funny fellas)

[jhsharman]

Fat Baby

I like the cold just - so original -- "he's too fat" -- which tracks as an explanation. It is not like a Baby Union is going to charge in offended.

A curious matter for the reprint (of the reprinted comic strip).

End. Just in case you moved onto the next page and were startled that this narrative does not continue.