Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 35

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Another Chance

Derek stood backstage, his heart racing as he listened to the auctioneer’s booming voice filling the auditorium. He couldn’t believe he was about to be auctioned off to a crowd of women, each one vying for the chance to claim him as their own. His nerves were on edge, unsure of what the night ahead would hold. The event was for charity with all the money raised going towards building a new hospital in a third-world country. He wasn’t sure he was having fun yet, but one thing was for certain: it was going to be an exotic and unforgettable experience.
As the auctioneer continued to hype up the crowd, Derek couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and fear within him. He had never been in a situation like this before, his entire being aching with curiosity and apprehension. It was almost time for him to take the stage.

(…)

Drone 6323-B

Paul opened his eyes and stepped out of the rainbow-colored rectangular chamber, a thin veil of mist swirling. He didn’t remember how he got there or how long he had been inside. There was a hole in his memories big enough to swallow an entire continent. The feeling was weird, but not entirely unwelcome. Something big had happened to him, but what?
He wandered around the room, his eyes widening as he took in all the strange contraptions surrounding him. Pulsating lights danced across the metallic walls and tubes snaked along the ceiling, filled with colorful liquids that hummed with energy. Bizarre machines whirred and clicked, their purpose a mystery to him, while curved screens displayed an array of physiological data in a language unknown to him.
As he continued to explore, his gaze fell upon his own body. He was clad in a black rubber suit that hugged his every curve tightly, emphasizing his muscular frame. The material felt smooth against his skin, almost like a lover’s touch.

She Saw Nothing

Clara lived a normal and boring life. The late-twenties redhead worked at a small supermarket in one of the calmest neighborhoods of town. All her shits were peaceful. Nothing ever happened to break the soothing monotony that filled her days, and she loved that. Everything was absolutely perfect… until the day she saw someone get shot.
It happened on a Friday evening as she was walking home from work. She lived four blocks away from her workplace, so there was no need to drive or take a bus. She entered the long alleyway that connected the supermarket to a cluster of pink and red apartments and gasped.
A tall black woman around her age had just fired a gun at a brawny man with hulking arms filled with skull tattoos. He stumbled backward, falling onto the pavement with a steaming hole on his chest and blood petals leaking from the wound. He was still alive but not for long.

(…)

Stood Up

It was almost five pm on a Friday afternoon and Luke was excited. As soon as he got off work, he was going to be with her again, the dominant woman. Mistress Chloe was a hypnodomme, a sadist, and the person with the most deliciously wicked sense of humor he had ever met. He had discovered her almost by accident on a night he was feeling bored and lonely and was immediately awestruck by the pictures in her website. After reading her profile and finding everything he could about her and the way she did things, he booked an online session, and was hooked.
Mistress Chloe was everything he could have hoped for and more. Their connection was instantaneous and the gratification mutual. Under her entrancing spell, he opened his mind to the wonderful possibilities of femdom, and the man who called himself a fetishist, became a submissive and, later, her slave. She controlled pretty much everything in his life from his orgasms to his finances and also how much time they spent together. He didn’t see her as much as he hoped because she was a busy woman and had other pets to take care of, but every meeting was a blessing, and always ended with him begging for more.

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