Counterfeit
“This bill is fake, Miss!” The store clerk exclaimed.
“It is? Really?” the blonde woman smirked.
“Cut the act! Nobody does money laundering in my store.”
“Oh, that’s not my business at all. I’m into slave trading and you shouldn’t have touched the money with your bare hands…”
The hypnotic ink seeped through his pores.
I recently mentioned in my Discord server that one of the functions of my current day job is to count money and a few fake bills have been popping up as of late. Too early to tell if we’re dealing with an organized criminal network or just one or two guys trying their luck but shit is real and it’s not pretty.
It’s my day off today but I already know the first thing I’ll be doing tomorrow morning is to count more money again and thinking of that, this came to mind. Counterfeits sucks but femdom mind control conspiracies are fun, right? And using a fake bill to ensnare a victim? Unsure if anyone ever thought of this one before me, truth be told.
If I don’t show up tomorrow, you already know what happened to me.
Everything Is Free
Clark glanced at the glowing crystal ball near the cash register.
“How much for it, Miss?”
“It’s free,” she replied.
His eyes roved to a spiraling mandala. “And this?”
“It’s free as well. Everything is.”
“How do you stay in business then?”
“All our clients are generous… aren’t you?”
He didn’t remember emptying his wallet.
Partly inspired by true events. My mother’s birthday is coming up so I went shopping on my lunch break today. I entered this quaint store and the first thing I saw by the counter was a glowing orb, gently pulsating. The light emanating from it was quite soothing, almost hypnotic even. I doubt that was the intent but when a person has fantasies like that, well…
I ended up not buying anything there (at least, I don’t think I did) but at least I came out of the store with an idea and you’ve just read it.
Hypnotic Reality
“And this is our new HR Helmet,” Dr. Davies said.
“HR?” the investor queried.
“It means Hypnotic Reality, or VR on steroids.”
“How so?”
“The Helmet hypnotizes the user and the program kicks in. In this heightened suggestible state, all innermost fantasies become real… permanently! What do you say… slave?”
He never left the factory.
Using VR as a way to mindfuck someone has always been something that fascinated me and I found myself thinking about it again today. The result was this humorous impromptu.
She Is Right
The Voltraxian cruiser was on high alert.
“Captain, we’re receiving another transmission from Earth!” Bra’nill said.
“That Hypnodomme again?” Captain Quarn retorted.
“I’m afraid so.”
“What? Then shut down the signal before we… Bra’nill? Why are you rubbing your… against my…?”
“She said I like being gay. She is right.”
The Captain moaned in agreement.
A few months ago, I wrote a short story where an alien invasion is stopped by the mesmerizing charms of a Hypnodomme. If you haven’t read that one, you should. That’s what the link above is for anyway.
This piece continues to play in that universe so to speak albeit in a smaller fashion. It’s safe to assume that if the aliens were susceptible to suggestions before, they’ll continue to be in the future so… Poor Voltraxians. They really are doomed.