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vintagewildlife · 12 hours
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Lion cubs at the Copenhagen Zoo By: Lars Danbo 1940s-50s
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Best ways to restrain your Whumpees (a subjective scale)
Tied to a chair: 7/10. Classic, gets the job done. Rub their skin raw while you're at it.
Cuffed to the chair: 9/10. The more cuffs the better. Sure, cuff each wrist to an arm chair. But what if you also cuffed their wrists together with just enough slack so their circulation doesn't cut off? ... what if you didn't give them enough slack? What about their legs?
Chained to the chair: 4/10. Oppressive weight is nice and all, but unless you know what you're doing, these are easy to slide off and best used alongside other methods.
Strapped to the chair: 6/10. Better suited for impersonal settings.
Duct taped to the chair: 7/10. Potential 9/10 if you rip the tape off every time you move them. Do you do it hard and fast, listen to their sudden scream? Or do you do it slowly, savor each pitiful little whimper?
(Surgery required) Put magnets in their wrists: 9/10. Make them try to lift their arms, only to feel like their skin is ripping from the inside. Make sure they know you put the magnets in there. Nothing that will make them sick, you reassure. Just making sure they can't go anywhere without you un-magnetizing the arm rests.
Chained to the wall: 7/10. How much room do they have? Is it only one wrist, both on the same chain? Each one on opposite sides of the room? What about ankles? Do their steps rattle? Can they toss and turn in bed without making any noise?
Chained/cuffed to the floor: 10/10. Absolute humiliation. Forced to kneel, bow their head, cower like a dog before you. Their restraints holding them down every time they try to rise against you, reminding them of their place.
Ankles chained to a pole: 6/10. Oh sure, you can run. You just can't go very far. An interesting idea, but overall mediocre.
Leash wrapped around a pole: 8/10. Leave your pet unable to wander too far, perhaps keep their food bowl just out of reach. Make them dependent on you for bathroom breaks, food, and water.
Tied to a beam/pole: 8/10. How big is the pole? Are they tied so tight that all they can do is squeeze their shoulder blades together, and every time they try to relax the ropes tug them back? Is it large enough that their entire arms can wrap around it? A little too big for that? Did you tie up their feet as well?
Tied horizontally to a beam/pole: 9/10. So many ways this could go! Arms and legs above them like they're a pig on a spit, or one of those rotisserie chickens in the grocery store. Arms below, facing up, like they're laying in bed. Forced to look down at how high up they are, unable to do anything to get down.
Dangling by their wrists: 8/10. Once again, a classic choice. Rope or cuffs work here.
Dangling by their hair: 2/10. Not a long-term solution, hair will be pulled out. Only works with certain Whumpees. Only suited for short-term punishments.
Dangling by their neck: 7/10 if done right. Once again, a temporary solution best used to scare and threaten your Whumpee. I cannot overstate that you must be careful with this method if you like to reuse Whumpees. Remember to let your Whumpee down once they pass out!!
Dangling by their leash and collar: 6/10. Same concerns as above.
Dangling by their waist: 4/10. Has some potential, but have not seen it used much if at all.
Dangling by their ankles/feet: 5/10. A good way to disorient and weaken your Whumpee, but must be used in moderation. Excessive blood rush to the head can cause permanent damage and makes your Whumpee less fun to play with.
Standing in water: 4/10. A good short-term punishment, but can cause loss of toes and even feet of water gets too cold. Proceed with caution.
Gags: 9/10! Good for defiant Whumpees, Whumpees in transport, ones who can't learn the lesson not to speak. Just remember to take it off when you want to hear their screams.
Small rooms, holes in the ground, boxes: 8/10. Less about restraint, more containment, but still gets the point across. They cannot escape you, no matter how much they wish to.
I reiterate, leashes: 10/10. Hold their leash at all times, and you'll know when they try to run away.
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jump-in-the-whump · 2 months
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Whumpee doesn’t really understand what is going on, everything is happening so fast and their head is pounding so bad.
“hey, can you hear me? Whumpee?” A voice calls out their name. Whumpee raises their head.
“i-i... don’t... understand....i-i...” Whumpee rasps out, before a coughing fit interrupts him. 
“shh, don't force yourself too much. I'll explain everything later, now I'm here and I just wanna help you, ok?”
Whumpee is in so much pain, it's hard to breathe. They’re so weak, they lean onto Caretaker, drowning in their quiet words and soft movements. A tear escapes Whumpee’s eye. It's been so long since they were treated like this, like a human being.
"Caretaker..... " Whumpee manages to say, with a weak, raspy voice. 
“Yeah, that's right, I am Caretaker. I am here and I won't let them hurt you anymore..." Caretaker whispers, hugging Whumpee, caressing their dirty, greasy hair.  Whumpee winces in pain and can't help but cry, the happiness and comfort are too much for them to manage.
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whumblr · 6 days
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I, too, like the trope 'forced to listen' with hearing agonising screams from the room at the other side of the cell block.
But I'd like to raise with:
Hearing a single gunshot followed by earth shattering silence from the room at the other side of the cell block.
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deltav25 · 6 months
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whump-bunny · 4 days
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Thinking about Whumpees in neighboring cells. They have never seen each other's face, but they can talk to each other through the grate in the wall. They keep each other sane, and make life just a little more bearable.
Until one day, when the other Whumpee doesn't answer.
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gingerly-writing · 7 months
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Prompt #3477
"You can't keep me as a pet," the villain spat.
Their captor raised an eyebrow. "You're smart enough to know that I absolutely can. Whenever I like, for as long as I like."
"Someone will realise. Someone will come for me."
They sighed. "You're smart enough to know that's not true, either."
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whumppppp · 2 months
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Silent screams
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whumpshaped · 2 months
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UR REBLOG INSPIRED ME
Winged pet whumpee, right? Except the whumper knows how birds work, as they have many exotic ones from their travels. Whumper isn’t cruel per se, they’d never hurt their pets. Just clip their wings.
Thing is, pet bird etiquette is to never pet their wings. Petting down the back or under the wings can lead to a sexually frustrated bird or a bird who perceives you as a mate rather than a companion. A mated bonded bird can be hostile to others in your home, becoming jealous or possessive of you
So. Whumpee gets their wings pet and has to deal with the strong innate instincts that come with it.
tw noncon touching, captivity, nonhuman whumpee, winged whumpee, intimate whumper
It was embarrassing. Whumpee couldn’t believe that with all this experience and knowledge on winged creatures, this was the one thing Whumper… forgot, or was misinformed on. They sat rigidly still as their owner petted their wings, mind reeling with all the emotions that came with it. 
There was no way Whumper didn’t know. There was no way. This had to be intentional, and if it was, it was either to humiliate them or—
No. It was definitely to humiliate them. There was no fucking way Whumper wanted anything from them, or if they did, well, Whumpee definitely wanted nothing from their captor. They didn’t. They really didn’t, even as heat rose to their face and their heart began to beat a little faster.
“My pretty little bird,” Whumper cooed, seemingly lost in the sensation of running their fingers along Whumpee’s soft feathers. “My perfect little dove. Aren’t you so lucky that I decided to take you in?”
Whumpee took a shuddering breath, unable to answer without risking some unwanted sounds to escape as well. They didn’t want anything to do with Whumper. They didn’t.
“I’m so happy I found you. There’s truly no greater joy than waking up to this sight every morning.”
They gasped as Whumper made another pass, dragging their hand down their wing while putting a bit more pressure on it. It felt so good, it felt just right, and Whumpee couldn’t help but wonder how this human was so skillful with every one of their movements. They weren’t Whumper’s first pet harpy, were they? Oh, the thought was absolutely revolting. And annoying. They wished they’d been the first.
No, what were they thinking?
“Stop,” they whimpered, closing their eyes in shame at how their voice sounded. It was weak and breathy, not at all firm and demanding like they had been going for.
“Stop?” Whumper leaned a little closer, that sickening grin still plastered on their face. “Why would I, when you’re enjoying yourself so much?”
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vintagewildlife · 15 hours
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A woman named Amalie holds a lion cub at Sjællands Jubilæumsdyrskue By: Unknown photographer 1905
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allfryam · 3 months
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the basement
Austin was your average man in his twenties. He was 6 foot, with short brown hair that sat nicely on his head. His brown eyes and friendly smile made him quite attractive. He had an average build, with a few pounds added to his midsection over the last few years. He wasn’t fat by any means, however. He just looked filled out. He owned a small home in Kentucky and he lived alone. He lived in a small college town with Frankfort university being right next to his house. Austin lived a quiet life. Apart from his secret.
Austin’s house had a basement. The kind you would see in one of those cheesy horror movies with spiderwebs and cement floors. It was cold and dingy, but Austin liked it. He used it for activities different from normal basement activities though. Currently, he had 4 men tied up and blindfolded down there. He would walk over to the college and find a man that had passed out from being too drunk, and he would walk them back to his house. But Austin didn’t just want to kidnap them. He wanted to feed them. He wanted to watch them grow and moan with pleasure as he shoved food down their throats.
each of the four men ranged in different sizes. Man number one was Austin’s most recent captive. He had only been here for about a week. He had a nice body, but you could tell Austin’s feedings were starting to catch up. There was a slight paunch growing on his midsection and his thighs were looking a bit bigger than usual. He complained the most. He often cried and begged to be released. Austin usually shut him up with more food. Austin likes to leave his captives clothes on so he could watch them get tighter. He noticed number one’s belt starting to look tight. man number 2 had been there for a couple months now. He had a proper gut that sat like a ball in his lap. He looked like he had been working on this for at least ten years, but he was quite skinny when he arrived. Austin was worried he wouldn’t gain any weight, but his feedings always worked. Austin made sure that each captive received at least 10,000 calories a day. His shirt no longer covered his belly. It had grown tight enough to rise over his belly button, letting his gut hang loose. His pants button had popped off a few weeks ago and number two was relieved. It felt good to let his belly have room to grow. man number three had been there for almost a year. He was big. His round gut almost covered his enormous thighs, and his moobs sat nicely on top. His fingers even started to get a little chunky. This guy was quite hairy, so Austin called him bear. Bear never complained. He did was he was told and ate every bite that Austin gave him. His pants had ripped and fallen off a while ago. Austin noticed bear would get a boner every time he got fed. Bear’s face would grow red from embarrassment, but Austin liked it. He would never tell any of them, but bear was his favorite. man number four was the biggest. He had been there for almost three years, and you could tell. His enourmous belly hung low and spread across his chubby legs. His fat arms looked like baby hippos and his fingers looked like sausages. His fat face had at least three chins and chubby cheeks. When the room was silent, all you could hear was number four’s shallow breathing. Austin was surprised number four was still alive. Most of his victims had died after a year or two but number four just kept growing. He received the biggest portions of food. He ate over 20,000 calories every single day. Austin didn’t even have to tie him up anymore. He could barely move his arms and legs. Austin left his enormous naked body laid on the ground, belly in the air.
Austin enjoyed his little crew. He thought of them as family. And he couldn’t wait for them to keep growing. Especially number one. Austin was excited about him.
There will definitely be a part 2 to this story later this week. thank you guys again for all of the support on the weight gain drive!
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whumperofworlds · 1 month
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Whumpee kidnapped and held for a while.
Problem? They need their mood medicine, and they become more and more angry and defiant the longer they go without it while in captivity.
Cue Whumper being cursed out, threatened, and spat at by Whumpee, and then a few seconds later Whumpee is a crying and babbling mess.
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ziptiesnfries · 7 months
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i'm obsessed with the mundane horrors of captivity. specifically, the captive having to realize that their kidnapper is human, too. they have favorite foods, they wear pajamas, they watch tv, just like everybody else.
just ... the visceral discomfort of captives realizing that their captor isn't some uniquely horrible monster. they're a person, too.
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whumblr · 7 months
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"It's amazing..." Whumper murmured. "You never were able to hide your tears from me. You'd try of course," he chuckled a humourless laugh, "Oh, you'd try so hard."
Whumpee didn't respond, to the taunts or the light touches. They just stared straight past him.
"But," he continued, "your lip would start to tremble. Your face would scrunch up. Your tears wouldn't be controlled and just streamed over your cheeks." He slid a finger over unmoving lips, brushed up over the now completely dry cheeks. "Your emotions were always too strong for you. Bursting out, wild, uncontrolled, unwilling to be held back."
He hummed softly, almost in approval, and whispered in their ear:
"How strong you've become."
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escuerzoresucitado · 3 months
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whumpberry-cookie · 1 year
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Villain turned Caretaker:
When a magical Hero gets kidnapped by an unknown Villain they instantly and easily get use to living conditions in captivity.
No food? Fair enough, once a three days is fine. Cold and no blanket or mattress? Okay, it's better for the back anyway. Blindfolded/tied up? Understandable, Villain can't trust a person they just met after all, can they?
(V:) "Oh, don't you like the way I hosted you, poor thing? Wanna cry for your friends to come get you?"
(H:) "Oh no, that's okay, really. It's not that different from my usual trainings"
(V:) "What."
Hero shrugs.
(V:) "You know, it's not fun when you're not complaining. Is that how your Leader treats their precious secret weapon?"
(H:) "Can a monster like me really expect anything better?"
(V:) "........"
(V:) "That's fucking it. I'm keeping you"
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