Yeah Impaling A Character To Pin Them To The Wall Is Good But You Know What Makes It Better? Having To

Whump ABC #23 - Whipped

Based on the results of this poll.

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Whumpee's hands shake from pain and exhaustion and henchman rips their shirt apart, revealing their back. Exposed to whumper, whumpee closes their eyes when they hear them walk closer.

Warm hands touch their cold skin, leaving goosebumps on their way. They hear whumper scoff, who bows down so their mouth is right next to whumpee's ear.

"Your old scars will be nothing against what is about to follow," they coo and walk back again, whumpee bracing themself for the pain that comes with the crack of the whip.

The burning sensation makes them grunt, but it's not enough to make them scream. Again and again, the thundering crack rings in whumpee's ears, hot blood running down their back now.

Whumpee's body shakes from pain, their mind racing, wanting it to stop. Barely holding onto consciousness, whumpee coughs and closes their eyes. The whip licks at their skin another time.

More Parental Whumper Prompts

Whumper, having just finished beating Whumpee so badly they can barely move, pulling them into a hug and gently stroking their hair, knowing Whumpee is too exhausted and scared and in too much pain to fight it.

Whumpee, in pain or with a high fever or under the influence of painkillers or sedatives, instinctively grabbing for Whumper's hand as they're about the leave, the word mom/dad slipping out of their mouth before they can stop themselves.

Whumpee pleading for Whumper's help as they're tortured by an even worse whumper.

Whumper arranging for Whumpee to fall into the hands of someone worse so they'll realize just how much better Whumper is by comparison.

Whumper gently brushing and braiding Whumpee's hair, their fingers occasionally touching the bruises they left on Whumpee's neck.

yeah sorry for giving you those weird new kinks. do you want me to make it worse

CW: Blood, Amputation

"From now on, you will do as I say if you value your life." Whumper snarled menacingly.

"I'm nice though, so I'll give you ten chances. Your first order is this: kneel before me."

Whumpee stared defiantly from the floor where they lay crumpled. They sneered at their captor, narrowing their eyes.

"Oh, yes, you're so nice, kidnapping me and everything. Real stand-up behaviour from you there!" They spat, eyes darkening, "I will never follow your commands, you monster."

Whumper's aura of confidence shifted to one of slight frustration, glaring at Whumper like they were a particularly petulant child.

"Fine, you want to test your boundaries? I know mutts like you tend to do that under new masters." They grabbed Whumpee harshly by the wrist, yanking them over to a wooden table hidden in the shadowy corner of the room. There, they strapped Whumpee's hand in place by the wrist, palm down, tightening the leather buckle they used until their captive's flesh burnt red from pressure. They then locked it shut, to prevent any unwanted tampering.

"Ten chances, I suppose one of those would end up being wasted on a learning experience hm?" Whumper mused light-heartedly, rummaging through a storage box next to the table. Whumpee took the time to experimentatively pull against the strap, working the buckle with their hand.

"Oh, I'd move that other hand out of the way if I were you!"

Before Whumpee could fully grasp what that could mean, Whumper spun around, cleaver knife in hand. Quick as a flash they grabbed the little finger on Whumpee's restrained hand, pulled it away from the rest of them, and brough the cleaver down on it with a sickening crunch.

For a second, Whumpee felt nothing. Then, the white hot pain hit them with the force of a truck, and they screamed like a wild animal, their body going limp as they fell to their knees in agony.

Whumper doused the nub left behind in a sterile saline solution, tightly wrapping it in gauze, halting the bleeding. They picked up the quickly cooling amputated finger and crouched down, holding it in Whumpee's face.

"That's one chance gone, ok? I'm sure you understand not to waste the remaining nine."

Whumpee weakly nodded.

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Continuing on if you have lmao

Maylancholy Prompts 2025:

May 1. "Don't leave me here."

May 2. Major character death

May 3. Shattered trust

May 4. Bleeding out

May 5. "I can't feel my hands."

May 6. Buried alive

May 7. Feverish and delusional

May 8. Shackled

May 9. Wrong place, wrong time

May 10. "You don’t remember me, do you?"

May 11. Cursed to suffer

May 12. Dragged back

May 13. Choking on blood

May 14. Paranoia setting in

May 15. "Please, just kill me."

May 16. Held at knifepoint

May 17. Left behind

May 18. Possessed

May 19. "I swear it wasn't me."

May 20. Overworked and collapsing

May 21. Stabbed in the back

May 22. Trapped with them

May 23. No way out

May 24. "You were never supposed to find out."

May 25. Drugged and defenseless

May 26. Branding iron

May 27. Forced into silence

May 28. Tied to the altar

May 29. Haunting whispers

May 30. "This isn't real."

May 31. Escape... or not?

Alternative Prompts (If any daily prompt doesn’t take your fancy feel free to replace it with one of these!):

Alt 1. Crawling to safety

Alt 2. No anesthesia

Alt 3. Drenched in something awful

Alt 4. The sound of chains

Alt 5. Shoved into a tight space

Alt 6. A wound that won’t heal

Alt 7. Gasping for breath

Alt 8. Marked for death

Alt 9. Waking up somewhere unfamiliar

Alt 10. "It’s already too late."

When whumpee is already kneeling and whumper hits them, hard, causing them to fall to the ground

Bonus points if they're manhandled back to their knees

sci-fi corporal punishment: stasis

- victim is given cuffs or a collar that effectively freezes them in place. They still feel the passage of time, and will still feel anything that happens to them

- victim is then placed in a public location (city square, atrium in a shopping area, central office, etc) and left in the hands of passersby

- their crimes are holographically projected from the cuffs/collar to alert everyone of the severity. Despite this, even petty crimes are often met with great force from passing strangers

- it is legal to shield victims. Kind strangers or loved ones may stand sentry around them, but must be wary of using force, lest they end up in the same position

- sentences cap out at 48 hours, but multiple sentences may be consecutively served with a day's break in between

- more severe offenses sometimes see the victim stasified in an isolated location, which is then broadcast to the public. This is meant to encourage anyone who was hurt by the victim to seek retribution away from the public eye, but it often leads to more extreme injuries on the victim, dealt by strangers who no longer fear the shame of a crowd

- anonymous mercenary groups can be hired to protect a victim---or hurt them

- the victim's eyes are always closed before stasis. This is to preserve their sight and reduce damage. It also means they never see what's coming.