Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 34
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Breaking Him
A red spiral flashed in the dark room, the words at the center of the large screen telling Mark the things he was still having trouble accepting as true.
“You are a slave. You will obey.”
The message was always the same, played in a never ending loop specifically designed to erode his free will. Sometimes, the spiral changed colors, taking on orange, green, and even blue hues, but the white commands were relentless, constantly burrowing inside his weakening brain.
Three days had passed since he had been locked in that room by his Mistress. After serving her diligently for a year, both he and Goddess Aurora had agreed it was time to take their relationship to the next level. 24/7 servitude to a powerful leather-clad woman had been a desire of his ever since reaching adulthood and she had come into his life to give him just that.
“I hope you understand how big of a commitment this is,” she told him after he begged her for the thousandth time to take his free will away for good.
(…)
From the Inside Out
All the specialists gathered inside a private room on the third floor of Hillsborough Memorial Hospital were confused. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with Jeff’s latest test results. Every parameter was normal, so why the hell was he
“… glowing like a goddamned Christmas tree?” Dr. Walters asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Dr. Lawson replied. “I’ve run the tests over and over again. This is impossible!”
“If that were true, we wouldn’t be standing here, observing him. For fuck’s sake, look at his chest!” Dr. Rawlins exclaimed.
Jeff sat quietly in his bed, his torso lit up by hundreds of pinpoints of multicolored lights. There were green, yellow, red, and blue dots, and a few black ones too, alternating between on and off states like organic lightbulbs growing from inside his skin. It was the most disconcerting thing ever!
“How the hell do we fix something we don’t know what it is?” Dr. Walters insisted, scratching his three-day stubble.
(…)
Frustrated
Camilla writhed on the bedroom floor. She desperately needed to be fucked but Mistress was out of town until Monday and masturbation was off-limits. It was Saturday, 10 a.m., and she was already losing her mind. How was she going to endure the rest of the weekend?
She turned on the TV and started zapping hoping for a suitable distraction but everything she saw reminded her of sex. She clenched her legs and tried to push away the images of hot dripping fluids from her mind, but to no avail. The desire was overwhelming, a testament to how intense Mistress’s control over her bodily function really was.
It was more than a craving, a genuine full-blown obsession. For more than a year, her owner had carefully played with her mind, replacing simple thoughts with intense feelings of surrender. When she wasn’t being fucked by her, Camilla’s heart was empty, a bitter sadness pervading her every state of mind. She was an object shaped for her superior’s pleasure and when that wasn’t possible, then what was the point of her life?
Camilla turned off the TV and hit the shower. The cold water running down her naked body had a soothing, numbing effect, yet it was short-lived. The moment she rubbed the fluffy towel on her shaved clit, the ache returned, stronger than ever.
(…)
More Training
Allison had promised never to hypnotize and humiliate Greg in front of her family. As always, she had broken her promise. He stood helpless against the living room wall, naked from the waist down, and unable to move, while her mother and aunt looked at him in awe. They had never seen anything like it.
“That’s amazing!” Jane, Allison’s mother exclaimed. “And he can’t move from that spot unless you give the order?”
“Correct,” Allison replied, returning from the kitchen with a tray of chocolate and raspberry biscuits. “Until I snap my fingers and issue the release command, he has no choice but to stay there like my personal living statue.”
“He sure makes a nice hanger,” Aunt Willa chuckled. “The coat over his cock is a nice touch.”
“I knew you would approve.” Allison sat next to them on the leather sofa and offered them her sweet delicacies. The cream-filled biscuits came in a series of naughty shapes like handcuffs, paddles, erect penises, and wide-open vaginas. They were as kinky as delicious and she was quite proud of her latest batch.
(…)
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There’s a fifth piece this week, entitled Tampered that’s not mentioned above. The synopsis for it reads as follows:
Kenneth tries to warn the world about food tampering designed to turn everyone into mindless drones.
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