#multiple whumpers

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.

Favorite whump stuff rn

Content: manhandling, noncon, noncon stripping, torture, beating whump, sadistic whumper, whip/cane/branding iron, multiple whumpers, living weapon

Captive manhandled into position for noncon. Forcing pants down/shirt up violently

Whumpee going silent when they see what whumper is going to do to them/the whip/cane/branding iron/sex toys

Manhandling in general. Slammed into objects, twisted around, sat on, pinned to the floor by an elbow

Thrown into the wall and falling limp to the floor, trying to get up and failing, slumping over their trembling arms, leg half up under them

Whumper slowly walking toward weakened whumpee with a smile on their face

Whumper looking focused and slightly amused as they physically manipulate whumpee. Soft grunts of effort as they quickly pin whumpee down

Whumpee not bound in any way, writhing and struggling as multiple whumpers restrain and beat them

Losing a fight. Badly. And whumper doesn't stop there. They keep kicking, punching, dragging whumpee forward by the hair only to stomp them down again

Whumpee develops different personas and coping mechanisms for each one, explaining it to themselves as letting part of them rest while another part plays a role (and having to work feels easy after having been put through pain, having “consensual” sex means they get “looked after” and that can feel nice, but being humiliated is almost cathartic after having to pretend they wanted it, and torture at least doesn't require their collaboration, or even feels dignified compared to the rest- every one thing is a break from the others). They fall into a routine where they know how to manage each whumper, and end up acting very differently depending on who's in the room with them.

The Guest shook his head in disappointment and shot a disgusted look down. “What do you do when they show such blatant disrespect?” he asked his friend.

“I hit them,” Whumper said with an apologetic grin. “Punch them.”

“And then what? Does that work?”

“Well, not really.” He let out a little chuckle. “But I don’t mind.”

A sigh, followed by a short silence. “You’re way too soft on them.”

“I kinda like it when they push back.”

“There’s a difference between liking the fire in them and allowing them to do whatever they please.” The Guest shot him a look. “Like insulting visitors.”

Both looked down in silence at Whumpee, who was writhing at their feet after a merciless beatdown, listening to their conversation. Whumper didn’t seem admonished or ashamed, but did seem to think that over.

“Maybe you should leave them with me for a week,” the Guest finally said.

It’s not even an hour after Whumper leaves that their friend orders Whumpee into the back seat of their car and drives for miles with barely a word. Whumpee is tense, it’s likely they’re being stolen from Whumper, yet this could also be their chance at freedom. It’s only when the car pulls over on the side of an empty highway that Whumpee understands: Whumpers friend is releasing them, not out of kindness, but simply revenge against Whumper. Whumpers’ friend didn’t care if whumpee was safe, just that whumper lost their precious captive/pet/slave.

“Ah, shit. Damaged again?”  “Yeah. Boss isn't gonna be happy that it'll be out of comission.”

“It almost got killed out there today. That would've been annoying paperwork.”

“Heard it obeys every command.”  “Think it'll kiss my boot?” 

“Just set the bone. Don't think the thing even feels anything.”

“Fucking ugly mug it got there. Looks like it was shredded by a lawnmower.”  “Right? Is it too much to ask for to have a mindless thing with a pretty face?”

“Stupid thing lost their gun in the fight. We should send it into the next one without one. Should teach it not to lose our shit.”

“What's his name?” “Who? Oh, that's not a person. Listens to any name as long as you look at it. Watch. Hey, fuckass. Come here. See?”

“Look at it. Big fucking idiot. Can't even change its fucking clothes. It's like a deadly toddler.”