Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 6
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I Gave You An Order!
“I gave you an order!”
Alicia blinked as she stared into Jasmine’s eyes. Had she really said that or was she hearing things in her mind again?
“What?” she mumbled.
“Stop acting around like an idiot and do as you’re told. I don’t want to repeat myself.”
Alicia continued to stare into her best friend’s pale blue orbs, unsure of what was going on. The last thing she remembered was heading to meet her outside a sex store, and now they were back in her place, with Jasmine donning a sexy black PVC dress and she wearing a pink maid’s outfit made of the same material. Why were they playing some kinky Mistress and slave game?
“What… what is going on?” Alicia stood still, her emotions floating in a pool of nothingness. This was so fucking weird!
(…)
I Was Wrong
Welcome home, lover. Yes, it’s me. I told you I would find you again – I always do! Aren’t you tired of playing this same old song and dance? I know I am. So, why don’t we settle this like adults once and for all? The only thing you need to do is give me what I want. It’s not hard.
Why do you look so disgusted? You weren’t like that when we began our relationship. Do you hate me that much now? That doesn’t make any sense!
Yes, I drugged you. Yes, I brainwashed you. Yes, I hypnotized you and made you forget your friends and family. I did all those things and will never deny having done so, but you were onboard with the idea from the start. Those were your fantasies sprinkled with some of mine. I gave you what you asked for, and now you can’t even look me in the eye? Only a pathetic coward acts like that and I never took you for one. Was I wrong all along?
Look, it’s the original contract we signed. I brought it with me to jog your memory once more.
(…)
Laugh Hard
There was something wrong with Jonathan. Instead of sitting down on the sofa to watch the hockey game with his friends, he had been standing for over an hour, pacing back and forth, and glancing at his ass. When asked what was going on, he always answered “It’s nothing,” but that was a lie. When halftime came, Darren and Mitchell decided to confront him for real and see what the fuss was all about.
“Okay, spill it!” Darren exclaimed. “You’ve been acting weird all night and we demand to know what’s going on.”
“I already said it’s nothing,” Jonathan replied, sipping a cold beer.
“Bullshit! Why aren’t you sitting down then? Is there a problem with your ass?” Mitchell spat.
“I bet Ashley used a strap-on on him last night or something,” Darren chuckled. “Is that what happened? Did your girlfriend fuck you the way she wanted to?”
“No! It’s not that at all!” Jonathan defended himself. “Forget it. You guys will never understand.”
(…)
The Greatest Challenge
Terence was smiling from cheek to cheek. Against all odds, he had made it to the final round of The Greatest Challenge. Now, all he needed to do was endure the last bit of insanity thrown at him to return home with twenty mullion dollars, tax-free. If he succeeded, he would be the second person in history to do so.
The Greatest Challenge was the most popular game show of the last decade, an hour and a half festivity of trivia and kink. Every week, ten contestants from all over the country faced off in three rounds of increasing complexity until only one remained. The sole survivor would then have to be confronted with a sadistic and humiliating trial that drew upon their greatest weaknesses and sexual perversions. There was no room for shy people anywhere on the set. If you weren’t prepared to bare it all and risk exposure in front of a massive audience, then The Greatest Challenge wasn’t for you.
Terence knew the risks and that would be difficult to come out victorious but he wanted the money. He could do a lot of good with it and give friends and family the life they deserved. For them, he was willing to go to hell and back, no matter the consequences.
(…)
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