Give Them Hell
The purple mind-controlling gas crept through the vents of Bill’s apartment.
“Fuck, it’s already here!” he said.
“What do we do?” His younger, brother, Charles, asked.
“Anything but standing still. Let’s give those bitches hell before they enslave us. Are you in?”
“Hell yeah?”
Shotgun in hand, Bill rushed to face the gynoid alien invaders.
The sci-fi lover decided to play for a while today and I’m pretty sure that the war happening in Ukraine right now also subconsciously affected me to write something involving an invasion, and so this take was born. Gynoid alien invaders are a lot more appealing than the atrocities going on at the moment though. Oh, and if I’m using the color purple again it’s because it’s one of my favorite colors, right after (dark) green.
What Did You Do?
Mark emptied his glass while Natalie chuckled.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she shrugged.
“Liar. I know how your mind works. What did you do?”
“Guess.”
Mark scratched his chin. She loved hypnosis, and confusion was her favorite weapon which could only mean…
“This wasn’t milk.”
“Nope.”
Mark rushed to the bathroom.
One dirty impromptu written just now. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular but I did have a glass of milk on the kitchen table, so…
I’m not really interested in what he had to drink but if you are, more power to you.
Ketchup and Hypnosis
Mark saw his older sister holding a knife and her boyfriend covering his bloody crotch and gasped.
“You didn’t…”
“Relax, it’s just ketchup and hypnosis,” Andie smirked.
“Thank God! I thought…”
“So does he. He’ll be a good slave from now on.”
Mark gulped, making a mental note to never piss her off for real.
Another dirty impromptu written late at night after spending my Sunday recovering from a long work week. It was a good day, got to play a bit of my new game and had both dogs wanting to cuddle at the same time, something they rarely do because the youngest one is quite the jealous type. After finally getting my strength back, I scribbled a few things and this was the one I decided to go with today.
Fun fact about me: I don’t like ketchup on food that much, not even on french fries. Love tomatoes and tomato juice but I never go for ketchup not even when I go out to get a burger or something. I would definitely prefer it to the alternative though.
Work Harder
The last day of the month meant fresh money in the bank. Paul logged in to his account to check the balance and his earnings were gone in a blink.
“What?”
“Well done, slave,” his ruthless hypnotic findom texted him. “Work harder for me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he drooled. Double shifts sounded like a good idea.
I’m not into financial domination, let alone something as extreme as the scenario presented in this story but I know some of my readers like these sorts of things so I wrote it for them.
That’s it, really. No other source of inspiration at all. And so, we reach the end of the second month of Year 7 of this daily challenge.