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@whumpgifathon Day 11: The Tortured Whumpees Department

Waterboarding

The Player 1x2 Ante Up

idk if you just want to know about the actual how-to of the waterboarding or the whole story but i started typing the story and realized it was kind of irrelevant and was more just my feelings on these people and how i met them n shit which isn't what you asked. but this still might be boring bc as i said in the tag... i found it kinda boring.

i wanted people trashing and crying i guess. and the person kinda running things warned us that there would be trashing and we might get punched and all that but it didn't happen so it was anticlimactic.

short version of the lead up: friends we met thru the trans kink scene invited us to do this scene with their friends that we hadn't met before. we all met up and the guy explained how he was gonna do it and that he had done this like 50 times or whatever. but also my partner was like "what's the plan if things go bad" and our friend who was gonna get waterboarded was like "what do you mean?" and we were like "if you fucking drown dude" and then the dom told us the plan for how we stage the scene if they die (we move them to the bathtub, everyone who doesn't live there leaves, the homeowners call the cops and said "our friend said they were just gonna take a bath but we found them dead" and they can't prove otherwise. which isn't necessarily true if they were going to have bruises on their arms from us holding them down but whatever) but they don't use enough water for it to be likely. and we were like "uh okay does anyone know CPR?" and one person was like "oh yeah i do."

actual waterboarding: they had a pool table in the basement. sub lays on the table with their head hanging off the end. dom puts a wet washcloth over their face, starts with spraying/dripping some water on them. then he slowly poured water on their face over the cloth. he mostly used half-full water bottles to regulate the amount of water they were using, but when he did it on his own partner they used more. the rest of us (4) each held a limb down so the sub wouldn't trash around. as i said we were warned about getting punched or kicked. that did not happen. there is an instinctive bucking but that's all we dealt with. (note: that will depend of the person.) the sub held a ring of keys, which i clipped my own onto as well bc i got them jangly butch keys, and when they wanted up they would drop the keys. the dom or the person holding their arm with the key hand would verbally communicate that they had dropped the keys as well. us at the arms would pull the sub up and they would blow all the water and snot out of their nose.

like i'm sure that you could use waterboarding in a fun scene, my experience was just kindaaaaa not exciting idk. the people getting waterboarded never seemed like they were fearing for their lives 🙄 i actually passed up on trying it out (as a dom) bc i was lowkey just kinda disappointed and was like nah i'm good. so idk maybe i should have at least tried but i wasn't feeling it.

CW: kidnapped whumpee, defiant whumpee, sadistic whumper, waterboarding(?), hypothermia (mentioned), nudity (mentioned), let me know if I missed anything!

Whumper entered the basement with loud, clunking steps down the stairs. They flick the light on when they reach the bottom.

“Hh—” Whumpee hissed and covered their eyes, heavy manacles pressing coldly into their cheeks. “Fucking hell.”

“Rise and shine, fuckface.”

With a drawn out groan, Whumpee blinked until the light wasn’t so painful. They scooted farther back into “their” corner of the basement, drawing closer to the wall, as if they could be absorbed into it.

They turned to face the wall, the smallest act of defiance they could express, “Go away.”

“No can do, Whumpee,” Whumper’s footsteps grew closer, “It’s shower day for you.”

That perked them up. A shower? A real, honest-to-god shower? Hot damn, that sounded good! Whumpee managed the barest hint of a smile at the prospect. Their hair, caked with blood and grease and other various substances, grew unbearably thick and disgusting to even think about. And that’s not even mentioning their soiled clothes.

Rubbing at their eyes, Whumpee brought themselves to turn around. And their smile dropped.

Whumper held a hose and a bucket.

At their pained expression, Whumper chuckled, “Oh? You thought you got a real shower?” They put the bucket on the floor and took a step closer, “Sorry for the mislead, Whumpee.”

The water hit them suddenly. Frigid, icy water hit their skin like a jet — definitely enough force to bruise, at least. They cried out, futilely holding their arms out in front of them. The cold water sprayed onto their body like bullets, dousing their hair and clothes all in less than a minute.

Then, the water tapered off.

Whumpee spit some water out of their mouth. It tasted like shit, nothing like the refreshing hose water they’d had as a kid.

“Whoops.” Whumper smiled.

Then it started again. This time, with so much pressure, Whumpee was knocked back into the wall. The hose turned off.

Whumpee heaved, “Fuck yo—ACK!”

Over and over, the water turned on and off, on and off, on and off. Friction burns raised on their arms from where they tried to protect themselves. The chill of the cool, stagnant basement air started to seep into their skin, sending a shiver through their whole body.

“That should be good.” Whumper dropped the hose to the floor (much to Whumpee’s relief) and turned their attention towards the bucket. They pulled out a gray towel and turned back. “Give me your clothes now, Whumpee.”

They stood there, shivering. “What?”

“You heard me — give me your clothes. They’re all soaked now.” Though they spoke pragmatically, their grinning leer said anything but.

“Fuck n-no. I-I’m not getting n-naked in front of you.” Their teeth chattered loudly, telegraphing how cold they really were.

Whumper turned around, picking the bucket back up. “Fine, then. No towel for you, I guess.” They started back towards the stairs, “A shame, really. I had it heated up on the radiator and everything. It’s supposed to be even colder tonight, too. I’d hate to have my poor Whumpee freeze…”

Whumpee remained silent.

“Well, goodnight, Whumpee.” They flipped the lights off.

“W-Wait!”

The lights turned back on as quick as they shut off. Whumper turned, so so slowly. “What do you say?”

“Pl-please?”

this has been sitting in my drafts for SOOO long and i’ve never posted it. since i haven’t written anything in a while, i thought i might as well post it lol

thank for reading!!!

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