Mental Invasion
The anatomy of the female alien visitors was exactly like ours except for one thing: they had elongated, spiral brains.
“Amazing!” Dr. White exclaimed.
“And a bit disturbing, too.” His assistant noted. “Are we sure she’s dead?”
“Of course, she is.”
“Then why is her brain still glowing?”
“Because… oh!”
The mental invasion had begun.
I decided to let the sci-fi lover in me come out to play today. The image of a spiral brain is usually associated with creativity and so I started imagining: “What if there were humanoid invaders with actual brains shaped like spirals they could use as a weapon to ensnare their victims?” I may use this concept for something more in the future but for now, here’s a taste of the idea.
A Sticky Situation
“This is awful, Gary!” Wyatt said.
“I know.”
“You said the machine was safe! Now what?”
“We wait for the projection to disappear and hope no one finds the source.”
“But the people outside…”
“… can handle an orgasm or two.”
Three years later, their imaginary hypnodomme is still around. The city is covered in white.
Remember that old 80’s comedy movie Weird Science where two nerdy teens create a “perfect” virtual woman with computers and some lightning, like a more modern version of Frankenstein’s monster? If you’ve never seen it, you should, because it’s hilarious.
This piece was partially inspired by it, but my characters created a Hypnodomme instead and it seems she just loves to make cocks explode… The premise is outrageous but I think it’s funny and I hope you feel the same. The two main male characters were purposely named Gary and Wyatt in homage to the film.
Not Like Them
“Did you just use the race card on me?” Mark asked.
“What if I did?” Zoe replied.
“That’s unfair! My ancestors did yours wrong, but I’m not like them.”
“True” She smirked. “You’re just a horny, hypnotized white slave boy…”
“Horny, sure. Hypnotized slave, no.”
“Soon…” Black orbs met his, and the conversation was over.
Saw a couple arguing outside my workplace, today. He was white, she was black, and things looked ugly for a moment or two. Then, suddenly, everything was okay. Don’t ask me what happened because I don’t really know but I did imagine a scenario or two. This was one of them and so I wrote it down. Hypnosis always wins an argument, but you already knew that, didn’t you?
Her Bitch
“Oh, God!” Matthew gasped as Lara fucked his ass.
“Goddess. I’m your Goddess and you’re my bitch. Say it!”
“Hmm…”
“Say it!” She insisted, the thrust of her hips slowly altering his thought patterns.
“I’m your bitch.”
“Good boy.”
Pocket watches and contact lenses? Nah, hypnosis was always at the tip of her rubber cock!
Lunchtime impromptu, one of three, actually. The first two were way past the word count for this daily challenge so they’ll be used for the next edition of Micro-Fiction Monday on my Patreon feed on August 2nd. I’m not going to tell you what they’re about but I can give you a hint: both have sci-fi elements.
Anyhow, this was the third one, something shorter which I didn’t even have to trim. I wasn’t really thinking of anything in particular, I just wrote it, and now you’ve read it. Is your ass hurting right now by any chance?