#restrained whump

[jordanstrophe]

Whumper cracked open the cell as the light revealed their captive on their knees. Their hands were bound behind their back and a chain bolted to the wall wrapped around their arms and chest.

The chain was nearly off, not enough they could get free but enough they clearly struggled for a long time. 

"Almost got it off, huh?" Whumper smirked, standing over them as whumpee looked up with an exhausted expression.

"No worries. I'll tighten it for next time..."

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[whumpbees]

Thinking fondly about the moment of capture. That moment of restraints clicking shut, of Whumpee trying to move and not. Or maybe multiple kinds of restraints - feeling as their freedom diminishes, as they can struggle less and less <3

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[fulcrumwrites]

Prompt #10: Locks

Locks are so incredibly underutilized in whump writing. They are, of course, alluded to, but almost never described. Some examples:

• Whumpee’s heart drops as they hear the heavy, final click of their captor turning the key in the lock to their cell/cage/coffin/closet/etc. Trapped, they listen as the footsteps fade away, leaving them in the cold, dark, and loneliness.

• From the other side, whumpee can hear whumper sealing the door with layers of chains before padlocking it. They throw themselves against the door, screaming for help. But the chains and lock don’t give.

• Locking the padlock on chains, tugging it to make sure it won’t snap. Stepping back and smirking as whumpee tries to move. Then whumper draping the string of the key over their neck to taunt their captive or slipping it into their pocket out of sight.

• Handcuffs, collars, and shackles that lock automatically once snapped shut. Too quickly restrained to struggle, no chance to fight back.

• Alternatively, restraints that require to be locked manually. Whumpee fights as long as they can. Eventually, whumper gets the restraints around them and soon after jams the key in the hole. Whumpee sags in defeat once they feel the twist and hear the click. They’re stuck now.

• Sci-fi locks that require a fingerprint, passcode, or a keycard.

• New objective: find key/keycard/fingerprint/passcode/etc. in order to escape.

• Locked in a room with a bomb, a monster, poison gas, filling with water, an interrogator, etc.

• Metal gags, muzzles, and masks that lock. Even if their hands are free, whumpee can’t remove the gag to speak. If they escape, they’re mute until they can find a way to get it off.

• Locking whumpee in a room, cell, tower, etc. to prevent them from completing their mission, delivering information, or stoping a crisis.

• Whumper dangles the key in front of their captive’s face before throwing it away or swallowing it. “You’re never leaving this place.”

• Trapped in a lockdown protocol.

• Connecting restraints with padlocks to make whumpee even more immobile: connecting two cuffs around the wrists and/or ankles with a padlock instead of a short chain; lock the chain between cuffs to the chain tethering their neck to the floor, padlock a loose chain to a loop in the floor, wall, or pillar; padlock two people together, etc.

• Smashing a lock with a brick or stone or the butt of a gun. Shooting out the lock (I play Uncharted). Even kicking the door and breaking a weak lock.

• Captive has lock-picks hidden in their hair, mouth, or clothing. They quietly and skillfully pick the lock and escape. Maybe they are caught in the act and there are consequences.

• Magic locks. Only the person who enchanted the lock or the right counter-spell can unlock it.

• Emotions of panic and desperation as a whumpee who hasn’t given up yet pulls at the chains in hopes of finding a weak point. Or defeated acceptance once they hear the final click, knowing they’re stuck.

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[edencriedwhump]

Isarok gets caught and tortured for information/used as a bargaining chip for the dnd party to fall into trap. He keeps pretending that his party doesn’t give a shit, meanwhile his ‘bodyguards’ are scrambling trying to find him.

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[scrimblobimblowhump]

when whumpee is tied up to a chair and in their desperate attempts at freeing themselves, they fall over to the ground together with the chair with a loud thump, reblog if you agree

(bonus points for frustrated, muffled grunts through the gag)

#good shit #whump #whump prompt #restrained #whumpee

[diamond-flavored-whump]

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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[boneywhump]

pov: your future husband comes to your rescue

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[whumpypepsigal]

…… for science ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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[whumblr]

Magical restraints

Preferably some invisible restraints. With Whumpee being pressed against the wall (or on the floor), hands held back by an invisible force that they can't break free from. Maybe wisps of smoke around their wrists for the aesthetics.

- Whumper advancing on them, hand outstretched, fingers out. The pressure on Whumpee's wrists increasing with every step closer.

- Maybe Whumper can feel the magic in his fingertips pulse with every useless struggle.

- Or he just casually waltzes up, hands in his pockets.

- Implied Whumper getting closer and closer, right up against them and they can't even bring up a hand to try and force some distance.

- A flick of his hand and Whumpee is forced down to their knees.

- Another flick of his hand, like snuffing out a candle, and the invisible bonds fall away. The casual show of power.

- Whumpee snarling and spitting insults. Whumper just shakes his head and all of a sudden, Whumpee's raging is cut off mid-sentence. A heavy, invisible pressure now digging into their throat, cutting off their air :3

- The team is coming to save Whumpee. They see them alone in their cell, not even tied up, so they think this is going to be a piece of cake. But Whumpee can't get up. And there is no chain to break, no ropes to cut.

- Meaning they have to seek out the source of the magic first before they can get Whumpee out.

- Or well, maybe the source of that magic has noticed the commotion and is already on his way to them :)

- Bonus: he's standing in the doorway to the cell, blocking the exit.

#bonus omg he's standing right behind yo-- #whump #whump prompt #whump tropes #restrained whumpee #magical whump #manhandling #restrained #whumplr #my writing #my prompts

[whitecoatwhump]

Today’s vibe:

Automatic restraints, especially is they’re not immediately obvious. Like, you sat in this chair thinking it was completely normal, and suddenly there’s metal cuffs around your wrists and now you can’t get up

#whump #restrained #restrained whumpee #whump tropes #I think this counts? I am unsure

[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPCEMBER day 8:

Prompt: "Isolation"

Arka Sokaklar 557. - 558. Bölüm

@whumpcember

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[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee fought at the end of their chain while whumper stood just out of reach. Neither said a word while whumpee struggled in rage.

They were flooded with adrenaline; but slowly they degenerated to weak pulling and tired disgruntles. They sank to their knees out of breath; their chained wrists were bruised blue and one looked broken.

"Good, I'm glad you got that out of your system." Whumper smiled, walking within the chain length and crouched in front of them.

"Now the fun can begin."

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[whumpbees]

It would be fun, I think, to just... let whumpee think you've abandoned them. You haven't, of course, but... tying whumpee's hands and legs, maybe in a stress position for extra fun, and blindfolding them. Than just leave them there. Maybe set up a camera to watch them writhe. Tell them you're going out for a while maybe. Watch them squirm, get desperate, cry out for you. And when you do eventually come back, they're so much more pliable and easy to work with <3

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[fulcrumwrites]

Speaking is a Privilege

Summary: A prince is taken captive by a rival kingdom. The enemy king attempts to make the prisoner of war his slave, but the prince refuses to break. Luckily, he has an arsenal of tools at his disposal. The prince will soon learn his place.

CW: Medieval torture, scold’s bridle, POW, dehumanization, slavery, humiliation, brief sexist idealism from the villain

He’s a pompous brat, seethed Cor as he glared up at his enemy.

He didn’t choose to be on his knees before that ridiculous throne on a raised pedestal and that pathetic excuse of a king draped upon it. The man didn’t even sit upright and regal, deserving of his title and honor. Instead, his knees dangled over the arm, swinging in the air, with his back braced against the other arm. A goblet of wine swirled in one hand while the other picked from a gold plate of treats; the very image of aloof laziness. It was a mockery to monarchy… Ha, mockery monarchy. Okay, his brain had definitely rotted in that cell.

He didn’t choose to be kneeling before the throne, filthy and weak in chains compared to the exaggerated wealth surrounding them. No, he’d much rather be relaxing in the cold, wet dungeon, which was what he was doing before he was so rudely dragged from his cell before the brat and had his knees kicked out beneath him.

And now he had to entertain his captor’s outlandish fantasies. It’s as if he had some delusion that just because Cor was his prisoner of war, he could make him do whatever he wanted. Good thing Cor was here to set him straight.

“No.”

King Darius leaned forward, cupping a hand around his ear. “Please speak up. I can’t hear you all the way down there.”

Cor licked his chapped lips, scowling. “I said no.”

King Darius balked and placed an offended hand on his chest, like they didn’t play this game a thousand times before. “I beg your pardon. Did you just tell your king no?”

“You heard me. And you’re not my king.”

“So long as you reside in my lands I am.”

Cor rolled his eyes. ‘Reside’, he says. As if he wasn’t a prisoner and could leave anytime he wished.

King Darius dropped his legs and sat up properly. Finally. He brushed the crumbs from his lavish clothes made from the finest textiles and with bright colors that clashed so badly it made Cor’s eyes ache.

He stood and marched down the steps, looking exactly like a proud peacock. He stopped so that Cor was at his feet, peering down at him over his squashed nose. Though Cor could not stand without the guards knocking him down again, he refused to be meek and returned his gaze with his own steely glare.

King Darius threw back his head and laughed. Anger boiled in Cor’s gut as he willed himself not to tackle his enemy. They danced to this song too. Many. Times. Darius would make some ridiculous demand, Cor would be defiant and, instead of lashing out in anger, Darius would laugh in his face and force him to do it anyway. It was exhausting to be so stubborn and yet so powerless. A captive prince was nothing more than a slave in the hands of his enemy.

Still chuckling, Darius fisted Cor’s dark hair at the roots and dragged him to his feet. The manacles around his wrists clinked as Cor instinctively clawed at the hand pulling his hair. A guard stepped forward, but was halted by Darius’ dismissive wave.

“You may be weary of this game, Cor, but I’m not.” The king’s breath was hot on his skin. He jerked him by his hair once, twice. Unbidden tears pooled in his eyes. Cor furiously blinked them away. “In fact, I find your obstinance amusing. No slave would dare treat his master this way, and yet you continue to do so even though you know I hold all the cards. It’s truly a marvel you can keep this up for as long as you have.”

Cor gritted his teeth. “I’m not your slave.”

Darius released his hair and gently patted the spot as if he were a child or a dog. “Believe it however long you’d like, Cor. It has no effect on reality.”

Darius walked off to the left. Cor watched him with suspicion. He stayed standing under his own power, the granite tiles cold beneath his bare feet. Darius approached a silent servant carrying a wooden box. His neutral expression betrayed nothing to Cor.

“You know how this ends, Cor,” the king continued as he opened the lid. “You defy me, and I get what I want anyway because I am king and you are my prisoner.”

He carefully lifted the contents out. It was a twisted shape made entirely out of metal, like a birdcage only the bottom was missing. A short chain dangled from it. Darius turned it in his hands, nodding approvingly.

“As we speak, the palace is scrambling to finish preparing for the feast I demanded. We all have a role to play, and yours is to be at my side: a symbol of my coming victory over your kingdom. I originally planned for you to be chained to my throne merely by your cuffs so you could sit or stand as you please. Now I realize I can’t have you ruining the pleasure of my guests.”

Cor swallowed, throat suddenly dry by more than just a lack of water. “What the hell is that?”

Darius tore his eyes away from the contraption, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. “What, your country doesn’t use scold’s bridles? How very primitive. What do you do when women nag?” Darius shook his head. “It’s a device that locks over one’s head. This piece of metal right here slides inside the mouth, effectively silencing the wearer. This little chain is a handy thing to pull the wearer along or attach them to a wall for all to ogle. Makes a woman think twice about running her mouth.”

Darius laughed again. Cor didn’t see the humor in it. In his father’s kingdom, women were always treated with respect and dignity. Such a punishment was unheard of. As if his hatred for Darius and his kingdom couldn’t run deeper…

Cor was trembling with anger as the king approached him. If he could think through the white hot rage, he would’ve realized the danger. As two guards grabbed his arms, Cor realized what was happening.

“Wait. What are you–?” Darius raised the scold’s bridle over his head dramatically as if crowning him. Cor’s eyes followed it and he began to thrash against the guards’ grips. “Get that thing away from me. You’re crazy, Darius. Don’t you dare.”

His words did nothing as the metal cage slotted over his head. Yet it was the only defense Cor had, and he’ll use it till his last breath.

“You sick, pathetic excuse for a king! You’re a pompous, spoiled brat unfit to rule! We’ll win the war, and it’ll be you at our mer–”

“That’s quite enough now.”

The thick stub of metal was shoved between his lips and held down his tongue as Darius pushed together the sides. It tasted of rust. There was a click by his ear, followed by tugging as the king checked the strength of the padlock. A finger tilted his chin up to look Darius straight into his blue murky green eyes.

“Speaking is a privilege. By all means, be defiant. You know deep down your privileges are mine to give and take away.”

Heat crawled up Cor’s cheeks as he was forced to stand there silent, looking through metal bars as Darius examined him like an exotic animal in its enclosure.

The king nodded and smiled. “Yes, I think this will do.” He tugged the chain as if urging a dog to follow. “Come along, Cor. Let’s get you set up.”

The boy had no choice but to let himself be led by a leash up the stairs to the throne. A forceful yank on the chain threw him onto his knees as Darius attached it to the base of his throne.

“A shame you don’t understand the workings of a scold’s bridle,” Darius remarked as he fiddled with the chain. “Men in my kingdom consider this one of the upmost embarrassments should the bridle be used on them.”

Once he was done, Darius gripped the device, twisting it so Cor was forced to look up at him.

“My guests will be arriving in one hour. Your only task of the night is to be my trophy, a symbol of my power and victory. I would tell you to behave, but we both know you don’t have it in you. That’s why this–” he shook the bridle, causing Cor’s mouth and jaw to ache–“does all the work for you.”

With a triumphant smile, he released the bridle and turned his back, leaving Cor tethered to his throne. “Don’t go anywhere!” he couldn’t resist calling over his shoulder as he and his guards and servants swept out of the throne room.

Left unguarded, of course Cor couldn’t let the opportunity pass up. He raised his chained hands to his face and pulled at the metal encasing his head. It refused to budge. He wound his hands in the chain and pulled with what strength he had as if uprooting a stubborn weed. After a few minutes of struggling, Cor sagged against his heels, muscles burning, hands red, face sore.

Instead of despair or fear as others may feel in his situation, hate burned through every emotion like a purifying blaze. He hated Darius. He hated the guest who would come in and ogle. He hated this kingdom.

He hated losing.

Darius was right. No matter how hard Cor fought, his enemy would win. He was the puppet-master holding his strings. The one who held every card in the palm of his hand. The one who could strip a prince of all his honor.

The one who always wins.

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[edencriedwhump]

Vesper St. Seren, a pet from the stars

Chapter 4

"Don’t worry, song bird, your voice will return soon enough."

Vesper awoke again, the tangy odor of alcohol and herbs stung their nostrils. They breathed through their mouth gasping, coughing up blood. They jerked themselves to sit upright, but cuffs pinned their arms at their sides. Their legs were also restrained, crushing their tail uselessly beneath them. 

Vesper could feel the coarse leather chafe against their wrists and ankles. They tried to sit up again, but when they put weight on their bandaged arm a stinging pain sent them flat on their back.  Slamming their weight against the table, a throbbing bruise formed in the back of their head. Vesper hissed under their breath. They were too distracted by the waves of agony, they didn’t notice their visitor. 

The iron door slid open, the mysterious stranger who sat next to the king entered. The figure casually walked over to Vesper, examining the bandages around their left calf and their right arm. Vesper blinked their eyes again, bringing their captor into focus. A red skinned tiefling with dark curly hair strode to the corner of the room, scrawling something down with a quill. They turned back to the elf tied to the table looking directly at Vesper’s glazed over eyes.

Vesper licked their cracked bloody lip where they bit down, and tried, with great effort, to speak. They couldn’t manage a whisper, their throat was mangled and dry. The Tiefling smirked at their stuttering lips, amusement fluttered in their tone.

“Don’t worry, song bird, your voice will return soon enough.” 

She pushed a lever. Vesper’s table moved, angling Vesper Vertical to the floor. The helpless elf dangled from the board like a butterfly pinned to a frame. Vesper could only grunt with disapproval, their limbs ached all over. The Tiefling held her chin in one hand scrutinizing every inch of Vesper’s body. Vesper could barely look back, their neck was weak and their platinum blonde locks blocked their vision. They went limp, limiting their movements to thinking and breathing.

“We gave you a potion that’ll stop you from casting spells,” she stepped closer, both her hands grasping Vesper’s throat. 

“It also stops you from speaking. Which is great for the conversion process.” Her red nails claw into Vesper’s skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to send a violent shiver down Vesper’s body. Her hands move to their face, cupping over Vesper’s cheeks, pulling them into a forced kiss. Vesper revolted, biting down on her invading tongue until they tasted iron. 

She drew back, smiling, licking her teeth. “Well, well, I guess the potion doesn’t stop your bite, best fix that up.” She snaps her fingers and a cloth wraps around Vesper’s lower face, gagging their mouth. She lifts Vesper’s chin with a crooked finger, forcing them to make eye contact with her golden goat eyes.

“My name is Kismet.”

My sadistic starlings :3~ @whumpifi

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[melt-in-the-sun]

dancing session with your local cultist

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