It’s Time
Dean stared at the gaping black mouth waiting inside his bedroom closet.
“This isn’t real. Just a dream…” He said.
Inside the monstrous jaws, sat a dark Goddess on a throne of bones.
“It’s time…” She hissed. “Wake up and kneel.”
The young man screamed as visions of future servitude tore his mind in two.
Supernatural Week ends today so another piece pertaining to it was in order. I chose a spooky fantasy scenario because everyone loves creepy doors with unnatural things behind them, right? I do (in theory, of course) for I would be scared out of my life if any of this turned out to be real. Anyway, when a dark Goddess wants to claim your soul, there’s not really much you can do, right?
No One Escapes
Mildred stared at the app’s main screen and thought: “This can’t be right!”
It was. After hundreds of hours on the run, Madam Sara’s horde of hypnotized thralls had found her again.
Pouring from every direction, the furious signals surrounded her latest hideout until the illusion of free will shattered.
No one escapes the cult.
The thought patterns behind this one are kind of strange but please bear with me.
So… there are apps for everything nowadays, right? Think of a mass personality cult where all its members need to have a specific one installed on their smartphones and other electronic devices that support them. Now, imagine that someone who was once part of the group but managed to get away created an app of her own that would allow her to track cult members in the vicinity. Now imagine all of them coming at you.
This rather bizarre concept came to me today early in the morning or probably sooner. I’m not entirely sure but I think I was dreaming this when the alarm clock went off. I thought about whether to use it or not and ultimately decided to do so to add another bit of creepiness to the challenge.
No Comparison
Alana was singing again and Walter couldn’t stop masturbating.
“God, I love her so much!” He drooled, cock in hand.
“Perving on the Pop Star again?” His best friend, Sam, noted. “She’s young enough to be your daughter.”
“Nope. My daughter doesn’t have hypnotic boobs.”
“Good point.” Sam unzipped his fly and joined the party.
You often hear things like “Men are pigs!” “Men suck!”, etc. While that’s true for some, it doesn’t apply to all. Not all men are “time-wasters” either and sometimes good intentions are misunderstood. This is not a story about that though. These two are actually pigs and the justification used for their actions is an excuse to compensate for their perversity. Anything goes, really.
This piece was written as a twisted view of Femdom on purpose. Although it’s satire, it’s true for some folks. Don’t be like that. Not only it’s not worth it, it’s also completely inappropriate. You can be better, so do it.
Killing Blow
It was the deciding moment. Brandon raised his sword and delivered the killing blow on the evil Dark Monarch. As he did so, spirals exploded inside his VR headset
Vanessa smirked as she saw her brother’s cock leak, uncontrollably. The game was won but his mind was lost forever. Everything was going according to plan.
A friend of mine is crazy about VR but I can’t do it. I get motion sickness and it makes my head hurt so I really hope it doesn’t become the future because I won’t be able to enjoy it. This impromptu came to me after I heard him talk about a few of the last games he played though I’m pretty sure he didn’t become a leaking hypnoslave in the end.