Rewritten
Theresa accessed Brandon’s neural implant and revised his memories of the last weekend: a trip to the supermarket, ice skating in Hammer Lake, watching a rom-com at night…
“Completely rewritten. Perfect!” She peered into his vitreous eyes and pushed his ass deeper into the giant black strapon.
His mindless servitude was for her enjoyment only.
Do you like having your memories tampered with? What would you think if a dominant woman implanted a chip in you that allowed her to change every single memory of yours at will, making you remember certain things and forget what she didn’t like? Would that be scary? Or hot?
If you’ve read this one and enjoyed it, you already know the answer to this question.
Retribution
Samuel was desperate.
“Don’t do it, Vic!”
“I must.” His twin brother replied, climbing the ledge. “Rachel’s hypnotic control is too strong.”
“No, it isn’t. You can fight the suggestions. You have to! What will your kids think?”
“That women abusers get what they deserve. Goodbye, Sam.”
He was dead before he hit the ground.
Domestic violence is something that makes my blood boil. Having grown up in an environment where, up to a certain point, it ran rampant, and has been a victim of it myself, I always get upset when I see it on the news, or read about it in newspapers and magazines. A few days ago, there was a story airing that pertained to it. I saw a few minutes of it and then had to turn off the TV because I couldn’t take it anymore.
Today, I found myself thinking about it during my lunch break and scribbled a few things as usual. This was one of them, and it’s not the darkest one that came to me, believe it or not. While I may use some of the other concepts in the future, for now, let’s leave it at this. This writing challenge always has a bit of everything throughout the year and today is horror day, I guess. Violence is never the way in the real world unless it’s self-defense and even then not everything is justifiable.
Just One
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“How are you outside when the base is in full lockdown?”
“Do you really need to ask that question?”
“Well… yes! Did you hypnotize one hundred guards on your way out?”
“No. I only hypnotized one person. Thanks for the car, by the way.”
The General sighed and hung up the phone.
Yesterday’s piece was quite dark so today I decided to go with something humorous to compensate. Seeing we’re currently in lockdown around here (even though it doesn’t seem to be doing any good when it comes to keeping the virus under control this time), I decided to play with the idea a bit, Alexandra way. If anyone can easily escape confinement, it’s her with her hypnotic skills and that’s exactly what she did and even got herself a getaway car in the process. Poor General Hayes can’t catch a break, right? Then again, no matter how much he protests, he keeps on loving her. It’s not like he has any choice not to.
The Amazing Streamer
Paul Watkins stormed the bedroom of his nineteen-year-old son Brandon, who was jerking off to his computer, repeating:
“Asha’s streams are amazing.”
“Excuse me?” He screamed.
Paul looked at the screen. A beautiful Goth with spiral eyes held a joystick in her left hand.
“Asha’s streams are amazing.” He mumbled as he began to stroke.
I’m not one to watch other people streaming games and whatnot and I also don’t do it myself, but many folks out there love it. There are plenty of female streamers in the scene, some of which are quite famous, even if for the wrong reasons. We objectify people all the time and some use that to their advantage. Big boobs are usually a bonus.
Anyway, I wanted to touch on the subject of streaming so having one of them be a hypnotist that enslaves their viewers forcing them to masturbate for them seemed like a good idea as any other and I’m sure you feel the same way. You know her streams are amazing. Obey!