Everyday Whump

Men in suits, elegantly dressed, sitting at a large wooden table, some of them eyeing a naked whumpee up and down while others pay them no mind.

Whumpee being kept in bare minimum clothing as they serve drinks to the lot before returning to their owners side.

Whumper either motioning to them to sit on the floor or pulling them onto their lap, forcing whumpees back against their chest as they mindlessly torment them. Hand trailing over their body, pinching and poking at cuts and bruises as they continue their conversation.

One of the other men purposely spilling their drink and calling whumpee over to lick it off their shoe. Following it up spilling it onto their lap, making whumpee suck at the clothes and grunting through the entire process, jerking their hips into Whumpees face. (I need reading suggestions related to this please)

Whumper letting all of them take turns as long they get their way in whatever matter they were discussing.

Whumpee watching as they eat, unaware of the fact that they're dessert. (This too guys)

ON THE CONTRAST

Whumper being extremely possessive of Whumpee and not letting anyone else see them.

Someone going to the bathroom and running into Whumpee.

Whumpee not knowing how to say "No" as they have their way with them

Returning to the meeting and commenting at the end as everyone's leaving about how lucky they are to have a slut like Whumpee.

Whumper confused at first as to how they know about Whumpee but then raging at the fact that they touched them

The person defending their actions by saying "They never told me to stop"

Whumper beating them senseless and dragging them to Whumpee as an apology gift.

SA and religious themes, the best combo of tropes ever

- praying during the assault (my fav trope) either because whumper tells them to or because theyre still trying to cling onto something for comfort

- whumper mocking them for it, laughing in their ear about how no god is going to save them, how their body will remain tainted forever

- praying after the assault, quietly, in secret, while trying to hold in their sobs, using the remains of their strength just to utter the words

- forced to do stuff in a sacred place/surrounded by religious symbols which makes whumpee forever associate them with that

- after they get away, they are unable to pray again without being reminded of the assault

- whumper being a religious figure who convinced them its okay because its them doing it/the gods allow it, but that doesn't stop whumpee from feeling disgusted and ashamed

- whumpee who becomes even more devoted to their faith afterwards, but its not the same anymore, they cant pray like they used to

Like, it's bad enough for one character to get raped. Now you have another, in the same situation, but also potentially with both blaming themselves / seeing themselves as a rapist? Or feeling like the other is the perpetrator and then feeling awful about that because it was just as bad for them? Flinching from them in the aftermath even though they know it's not their fault?

Whumpee whose been kept in restraints for an extended period of time and it's affecting their movement even though they're free now:

Walks with short, shuffling steps because their ankles were chained together

Keeps their wrists close together because they're used to wearing handcuffs

Only reaches for things as far as their chains would have let them

Panics when people walk too far ahead because they're used to be dragged on a leash

Sleeps sitting up because they never had enough slack to lie down

whumpee knows that people are noticing. how could they not? whumpee is exhausted and it’s getting worse. they dread going to sleep at night, and they avoid it as much as they can. they know that every night is going to bring a new violation, a new round of horrifying, painful abuse. even when they do sleep, they don’t get any rest. they’re getting irritable, jumpy, they’re fraying to the point that they don’t know how much longer they can keep going before they’re going to break.

and every day they look at their friends, the people around them, and they want so badly to say something. they want to tell someone what’s being done to them, but the thought of what they would actually say makes them choke on shame and fear. what would they say? nothing is even happening, nothing real. how are they supposed to whine and cry about abuse that doesn’t exist? they can feel hands on them but their body was never touched. every night they’re raped, brutally and violently, and every morning they wake up to phantom pain in a body without a mark on it.

The switch completely flips in the dreams, though, and Whumper acts like a fully different person. This makes it even harder for Whumpee to even convince themselves that it’s real, because how could someone like Whumper really be like that? Maybe it’s just their imagination, some strange subconscious part of them that fears Whumper to that level.

Maybe, one day while hanging out with the group of friends, Whumper says something offhandedly. A phrase they said in the dream, while they were on top of Whumpee. Whumpee’s eyes widen, and when they look at Whumper, there’s a knowing gleam in their eyes.

Yes, that was me. Yes, that was real.

Whumper's friends are all having their way with Whumpee, being rough and brutal as they assault Whumpee, treating them like a toy. Whumper is forcing Caretaker to watch this happen, and they slip their hand into Caretaker's pants, forcing pleasure into their body and taunting them for being just like Whumper and "getting off" to Whumpee's torture. Forcing them to orgasm as many times as Whumper's friends have.

“Mmmm. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

It was a living hell.

Whumpee was being passed between Whumper's sneering friends like a ragdoll, body being manipulated into impossible and grotesque positions. Their hoarse cries and pleas for mercy bounced off the walls of the room, nearly drowned out by the jeers of the group assaulting them.

And Caretaker was sitting in front of it all, bound and utterly useless. Whumper's grip on their face ensured they had to face the scene, forced to witness every thrust and tear and desperate squirm. Caretaker's jaw ached from the gag stuffed in their mouth.

And then they felt it.

Whumper's hand, sliding without hesitation below Caretaker's waistband. Caretaker gave a muffled cry through the gag and jolted, but the restraints gave them nowhere to go as Whumper's fingers probed even more.

"You didn't think I'd leave you out of the fun, did you?" Whumper breathed into their ear. "No, all of us are going to get our due today."

Caretaker tried to resist it -- God, they tried -- but nerves fired against their will, stimulation forcing itself past their defenses and sending shudders through their body. Whumpee was forced to their hands and knees and Whumper's hand moved harder in their pants, giving a sick laugh against the back of Caretaker's neck.

"Don't pretend, Caretaker. You're just like the rest of us, aren't you? Getting off to sweet little Whumpee. I can feel it."

They pressed harder for emphasis. Caretaker didn't know how they were supposed to survive this moment, the torture of having their friend broken down in front of them, Whumper's hand exactly where it shouldn't be, their words worming their way into their head.....