#whump training

whumpee stood frozen at the command. never having been made to do something like this, they look back at whumper. this is some kind of test of faith, isn't it? surely this isn't what whumper really requests, theres some kind of twist to it.

whumpee hesitated for a moment and will be punished for it. whumpee argues and will be punished for it. whumpee decries the act, sobs at the idea they have to do something like this, and will be punished for it.

Every time whumpee screws up a command, they receive an intense, painful shock to the jugular that instantly snaps them back to attention. That usually motivates them to quickly fix what they did wrong.

"Did that sting? Good. Now try again, and get it right this time."

If the whumpee continues to fail, whumper turns up the dial, increasing the intensity of the shocks until they're finally corrected.

Some nights after they've been 'training' for hours, the throbbing pain around their neck prevents them from getting comfortable enough to rest- leading to lack of sleep as they toss and turn throughout the night. Replaying the constant, agonizing torture that they endured, still fresh within their head.

Whumper - whether they feel like tending to whumpee's wounds or not - admiring their own handiwork; grabbing the whumpee by the jaw and tilting their head from side to side, inspecting their reddened, tender throat. They can't help but laugh at their misfortune in a cruel, condescending tone.

"Well would you look at that~ Now you have such a pretty, little throat~"

Physical injuries ranging from an itchy, scratchy sensation in the neck to raw burns and tissue damage after receiving a constant current of electricity.

Mercy 

NSFWhumptober 2021 - SET 1 Prompt: begging | blood

(Tw: beating, blood, bruises, begging, future implied noncon.) 

Ezra is lead to a room with a hand on the back of their neck. They grunt at the bruising fingers, contrasted with Laken’s excited voice, droning on and on about something Ezra couldn’t care less about. The top of their head doesn’t even reach Laken’s chin. The grip on them is akin to a monstrous snake coiling around them, suffocating Ezra day by day. 

They shrug away Laken’s hand as soon as his attention is diverted to locking the door. The room is dimly lit, with no sunlight present. Ezra glances around, though they feign an unbothered attitude. Their palms yearn to rise to the hair on their head, for they never got to mourn the loss of what used to be luscious and silky. Ezra avoids the mirror sat in the corner of the room. 

“You like it?” Laken asks, flourishing his arms to the room. He pats the post of the royal bed in the middle of the large room. “We’ll be using this soon enough if you’re good.”

Ezra smiles coyly, straining not to let their gaze wander over to the strange things around the room. “Sure, Laken. Then my soldiers will throw water over your head to awaken you.” 

Whumpee wakes up immediately, trying their best to ignore the soreness of their body. Wrists tied tightly behind their back. They glare at Whumper sharply with a tinge of curiosity and fear in their eyes.

"Good morning, Whumpee! I have something for you~!!" They smile widely and approach the Whumpee happily. "Oh, I see those beautiful eyes of yours. Makes this much more exciting!"

They come closer and watch as Whumpee backs up slightly.

Whumper gets on their knees, getting extremely close to Whumpee. They hold the box up to them.

Whumpee looks at the box then back up at Whumper suspiciously. Watching with a quiet anger as Whumper giggles and opens the box.

"I almost forgot about those tiny hands of yours in the handcuffs!"

They open the box and slowly lift out a black collar, loops on the sides for many different reasons Whumpee didn't want to think of.

"..You got a dog? What breed are they?"

Whumper looks confused for a bit and breaks into a grin at Whumpee's comment. They attach the collar and watch Whumpee's eyes widen, Whumper breathing softly against their neck.

"That's right, I did get a dog.. My own puppy and they're an ugly, disgusting mutt." Whumper whispers, tightening the collar and attaching a black leash to one of the loops.

- that new whumper who is super grateful

Continued from here

That’s lovely darling, I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful keeper. You’re doing so well already! Over the next few weeks your pet will get comfortable with its space so you can introduce rules and the start of training. Remember to be gentle when you start, your whumpee hasn’t had time to be defiant and harsh punishments from the start are hit or miss. They can guarantee your whumpee will be too scared to break rules or they can give your whumpee a reason to be defiant. Since you’re just starting out you want your first pet to be loyal so you can experiment with style and things like that later.

Keeping a nonhuman is a lot of work, especially if you want them to be any semblance of healthy. Talk to your pet if you can and gain information on their species. This is the perfect time to figure out what you can put them through safely. You don’t want them to die after all and you probably shouldn’t do anything too strenuous if they just started eating again. I would say two weeks of recovery at least, maybe a month if it was severe. Of course, small cuts are always fine with a bit of vinegar while they are recovering, just so they learn that you hurting them isn’t something odd or strange. 

For now make it a part of your routine with them. Work your way up to giving them a cut. To start Make them give you their arm before giving them food after a week or so. Make sure they see the blade, familiarize them with it, with you having it, bring it over their skin or scales or fur lightly and scrape them with it, then let them go. This can be broken up into steps with weeks of progress if your whumpee is especially skittish. Eventually you want to be able to draw blood without them panicking. This is the first step to compliance. And of course, rewards are always lovely motivators.