Dominion
“Hold that edge for Me,” Melody’s voice echoed through the smartphone
Hazy, almost as if he was drugged, Oliver did as instructed, to the shock of everyone else inside the classroom.
“This settles the debate whether or not I have unquestionable dominion over you, doesn’t it?” she asked.
“Yes, Goddess,” he acknowledged, aroused beyond control.
This one is as nasty as it gets from me. MC is more inferred this time around, not explicitly shown. A fellow writer I know from The Garden asked me to read the sketch of his latest story the night before, and so I did. It had lots of tease and denial and some very graphic displays of humiliation/degradation. Some of it is way beyond my overall preferences, but I needed a theme for today, and so this came out. The female character’s name in this shortie is the same as in his tale.
Depower, Devour
It resembled a mosquito bite but… it pulsated from inside out, from green to red to black, a luminous code embedded in his chest. Walter looked at it, touched it, felt its warmth, and became incredibly weak and receptive to the telepathic projections of the Hive Queen, calling out her new drone.
Assimilation is Bliss.
Continuing the nasty streak. I’m good friends with at least two female subs who are into this sort of thing so, even though the main character is a man, the truth is I wrote it with them in mind.
The Only Way Out
“NO!” József screamed, banging his head against the recently blocked exit.
“So much for your escape,” Countess Szimonetta mocked. “Foolish boy, don’t you know that the only way out lies inside? Now, look into my eyes. Yes, deeper, and deeper…”
And the castle walls around him became a garden of lovely, anesthetic, and obedient green.
Another piece about resisting/trying to escape and ultimately failing to do so. Nothing special, really. In fact, the most remarkable thing about this piece is probably the fact that I got tired of English names and decided to go for Polish ones for variety’s sake.
Loving Truth
“What’s the thing you love most in this world?” Caroline asked, lips on Scott’s neck.
“Spending time with you,” he muttered.
“That’s sweet, but you’re just saying that because I drugged and enslaved you.”
“Actually, I stopped taking your medicine a long time ago…” he confessed.
Turning towards her, he knelt and kissed her hand.
While there’s definitely fun to be had with the darker side of it all, I decided to switch things up with a more mellow, and meaningful concept. I really like this piece.