Year 5 of Spell… B-O-U-N-D’s Femdom Hypnosis and Mind Control 55 Words Stories Challenge. The stories in this post were written between October 1st and October 31st.
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Fuck Them All!
“Are the prisoners ready?” SS Commandant Karl Koch asked.
“Yes.” His wife, Ilsa, the ‘Witch of Buchenwald’, replied. “We can begin.”
“No, you can’t.” A mellifluous voice declared.
“Oh, pretty…” Ilsa sibilated. “I bet your skin would make a fine lampshade.”
“Never again, you crazy bitch!”
Without any remorse, the time-traveling hypnotist castrated their minds.
There are many horror stories concerning Nazi Germany. This is but one. On October 1, 1944, the first of two sets of medical experiments involving castration were performed on homosexuals at the Buchenwald concentration camp, near Weimar, Germany.
Buchenwald was one of the first concentration camps established by the Nazi regime. It boasted a facility called the Division for Typhus and Virus Research of the Hygiene Institute of the Waffen SS. In truth, it was a pretense where the cruelest medical experiments imaginable were carried out on prisoners against their will. Victims were often intentionally infused with various infections to test out vaccines. Euthanasia was also performed regularly on Jews, Romani people, and mentally ill prisoners.
Among the cruelest of Buchenwald’s overseers was the infamous Ilsa Koch, wife of SS commandant Karl Koch and known as the “Witch of Buchenwald.” Among her fetishistic tendencies was her penchant for lampshades, gloves, and other items made from the tattooed skin of dead inmates. She also had a reputation for forcing prisoners to participate in orgies. While she eventually was sentenced to life for her sadism and ended up hanging herself after 16 years behind bars, the tremendous amount of suffering she was responsible for must never be forgotten.
While I can’t change History for real, in this alternate dimension where Horatia gets to do what she wants, I can. Often, she’s just mischievous but, given the subject matter, I had her go quite dark this time. I don’t regret it. Fuck Nazis! Fuck them all!
Apologies if today’s topic was a bit on the heavy side, but it had to be done. Something lighter will be the center of tomorrow’s challenge piece, I promise.
Everything is Great
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“How are things over there?”
“Everything is great.”
“Good. Apologies for being away but this sudden illness wasn’t part of the plans.”
“Don’t worry. Putting me in charge of the operations was the best thing you could have done.”
“Funny, I don’t remember doing that.”
“Funny indeed.” She smirked and hung up.
I promised a lighter piece today and Alexandra spoke to me once more. In case you’re wondering if I’m actually sick or something because so many of my stories have a hint of truth to them, no I’m not, but decided to use that idea to have the hypnotist secret agent extraordinaire in charge of the organization she works for.
Okay, with her mind-altering skills, she’s always in charge but you know what I mean. Don’t be surprised if “Boss” Alexandra appears again this month as I have a few other ideas for this scenario.
A Small Glimpse of Heaven
Brian looked in awe at his wife’s golden wings.
“It’s true! I’ve been calling you ‘angel’ in jest all these years and…”
“Yes, it’s true. However, now you must…”
“.Must what?
“Forget, dear. It’s for your own good. Divinity and human memory don’t combine.”
“But…”
“Sleep, sweetie.” She cooed as his mind drifted into nothingness.
Impromptu inspired by the featured image of today’s post. Seeing as that one cuts off a few details, please take a look at the complete version below. Pretty, isn’t it?
Madness
Alan entered the master bathroom and saw Charles naked, razor in hand.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He screamed.
“Lucy hypnotized me into doing it… I can’t stop!”
“You have to. This is madness!”
“I’ve tried everything, except giving in completely. I must obey.”
“NO!” Alan screamed as his brother’s pubic hairs came undone.
This was an early impromptu that came to me after walking my dogs. No hypnotic manipulation would ever make me do anything like that but I know the thought is quite appealing to some of you. Would you give in to such a compelling suggestion?