Short Stories – Vol. I
(by S.B.)
Synopsis: a collection of small writings pertaining various themes of erotic mind control
Author’s note:
As the title suggests, this is a collection of very small writing enterprises that were written between June and December of 2009, the majority of which made their first appearance in the Hot Flashes thread at the Garden of MC, with only one exception. They cover a wide spectrum of MC-related plots with some being very light and humorous and others a bit dark (but not much…). Since none of them has the minimum word count requirement for being featured here at the EMCSA as standalone entries, I decided to join them all and will probably do more collections like these in the future.
With a little time and effort most of these concepts could very easily be turned into full- length stories but, at the moment I’m unable to do so and as such I share them the way they were written in the first place, though I’ve arranged them alphabetically this time around instead of sticking with the initial dates of their conception.
In the (very remote, I know but it could happen…) chance that any of you happens to like a particular setting and wants to use it or expand it for one of your own stories, you’re free to do so just as long as you let me know in advance that you’re interested in the concept as a matter of courtesy, that’s all.
Well, that’s it. Enjoy the short stories if you will and feedback on them is always welcome.
Chocolate is bad for your mind…
Janice stepped out of the shower, refreshed and relaxed, a queen size white towel wrapped around her voluptuous body as her auburn hair dripped ever so slightly upon her shoulders. She was more than cheerful that day at the prospect of what was to happen but the moment she opened the bathroom door her plans changed unexpectedly.
Sitting on a chair, avidly devouring a box of chocolates was her college roommate Denise, the corners of her lips smeared with traces of almonds and hazelnuts. She was angry but that feeling wasn’t going to last long.
“Okay, Denise...” began Janice, already used to her friend’s crisis.”... What happened this time?”
“Josh dumped me, that’s what!” she spurted, a chunk of chocolate flying across the room like a speeding train. “Said I had gained some weight and was no longer the kind of girl he wanted to be seen with! Can you believe that?!! What a jerk!”
“I warned you many times in the past about him but did you listen to me? No, you didn’t! Anyway, I believe you have bigger problems than that right now!” Janice revealed.
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“Where did you get that box of chocolates? You took it from my bag, didn’t you?”
Denise nodded in agreement.
“Yeah... sorry but it was just there and I felt this urge to eat something sweet... I’ll buy you a new one, I promise!”
Janice approached her, dark-blue eyes twinkling.
“Oh, that’s not the issue, here. You see, that’s the box I was going to give to Peter today. You know, the one I tampered with some very powerful hypnotic drugs to have him do what I want for once in my life...”
The box fell heavily on the ground as Denise, completely befuddled, sprang out of bed. Her balance was slightly altered and something in her eyes made everything seem wobbly and surreal all around.
“You mean I... I... Oh my God! What’s going to happen to me now?” she asked, trembling.
“Well...” Janice purred as she moved towards the bedroom door to lock it. “...you’re already feeling the effects of the drugs so I’m guessing that in a couple of minutes you’ll be completely susceptible to anything I ask of you. I didn’t see this coming at all but I’m not going to let a slave-to-be go to waste, am I?”
Denise tried to speak but found herself unable to, her brain already freezing over. Instantly, she fell to the ground, almost as if she was kneeling.
Janice smiled and then the towel came undone...
Growing a pair
“I’m growing boobs!” exclaimed David as he stood in front of the mirror, hands slightly above his chest.
“You’re what?!” asked Samuel in disbelief as he looked at his friend and took notice of the strange circular motions his hands were now producing, almost as if he was gently rubbing something.
“Boobs, dude!” retorted David as he turned his friend’s way. “Are you deaf or what? Just look at this…” and pointed at his bare torso. “Does it look natural to you?”
“Hmmm… David… I don’t see any boobs whatsoever! Are you high again?”
“Hell no! I haven’t touched the stuff in months! Are you serious? You really can’t see them?”
“Positive. I can’t see what’s not there. Unless you’re growing invisible boobs…”
“But I can see them, and feel them. They’re right here and they’re growing, honestly!” continued David completely befuddled. “Give me your hands so you can touch them and see I’m not lying!”
Samuel immediately backed away, moving as close to the bedroom door as possible.
“I’m not touching any part of you, okay? Geez, what is wrong with you, today?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me apart from the fact that I’m growing boobs! I first had this strange feeling last night but now it’s more than that… they’re here and they’re getting huge! Oh my God, I don’t understand any of this!”
“Wait a second… last night?” inquired Samuel as he suddenly remembered something. “You went out with Jennifer last night, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, so…?”
“Did you guys drink anything?”
“Sure, but what’s that got to do with my problem?”
“I’m thinking she might have spiked your drink with something that’s making you have these delusions right now…”
“Why on Earth would she do that?”
“I don’t know… may be you tried to push things way too fast and she decided to teach you a lesson. There are numerous chemical substances that can induce certain hallucinogenic states where people see and feel things that aren’t really there and she’s majoring in Chemistry, isn’t she?”
David nodded whilst continuing to fondle his new pair of boobs that only existed in his mind.
“Stay right here. I’m going to Jennifer’s dorm to straighten things out!” declared Samuel, convinced he had hit the jackpot.
“Uh… okay.” mumbled David. His friend was already gone even before he finished the sentence.
Jennifer came rushing to the door the moment she heard the loud knocking. Samuel was the last person she expected to see that day but she welcomed him openheartedly, nonetheless. He walked in with a frown upon his face.
“Now, there’s a surprise!” she smiled. “How are you?”
“I was fine until my best friend told me he was growing boobs and I suspect you had something to do with it!” he responded quite abruptly.
A faint giggle escaped her lips.
“Oh, really? What makes you say that?”
“Because of what you’re studying… What happened last night, Jennifer? What did he do to you to deserve such a thing?”
Her smile disappeared as she explained everything.
“David got a little carried away in the drinking game last night at the restaurant and he tried to touch me where I didn’t want to be touched at that time, and certainly not in public! After we were practically expelled from the place—much to my shame!—, I decided to play with his head for a while but I’m not really a vengeful person so you don’t have anything to worry about! Your friend will get back to normal in forty-eight hours or so and the best part of it all is that he won’t remember anything of what’s happening right now…”
“Okay, I get it and I kind of understand your reasons if things really went down the way you say they did.” said Samuel. “But what exactly did you use? What sort of drug does that to people?”
“Oh, it wasn’t a drug!” she responded as her face became warm and cheerful once more.
“Then what was it?”
“Do you really want to know?” she challenged him.
“Yes. Very much, please.” he replied.
“Then, I guess I’m going to have to show you…” She started fiddling with the blue pendant around her neck. “I was wearing this last night and…”
David was in shock when he saw his friend walking in like a hunchback, hands below his waist level and apparently making a great effort to lift something very heavy although he couldn’t see a thing.
“Man, I’m so glad you’re back!” he shouted. “These things keep getting bigger and bigger…”
“Ah…” interjected Samuel, rather disdainfully. “Consider yourself lucky you don’t have a pair of these! Where the hell am I going to find a bra that’s strong enough to hold them?”
Horny
(This one was written as an entry to the 2009 Succubi Realm Halloween Flash Challenge: Wearing the Horns that had as its main premise: what would happen if a pair of special horns with supernatural powers was delivered by accident at a human Halloween party? This was my interpretation of it.)
Ashley unwrap the mystery box that had just been delivered at her annual Halloween costume party, puzzled as to why she was the recipient of something she clearly hadn’t ordered. Her best friend Sylvia peeked above her shoulder from atop her cowgirl boots, equally curious. She spoke first:
“Boy, the delivery guy sure disappeared in a heartbeat! It’s a shame, though, as he was kind of cute… So, what is that?”
“I honestly haven’t got a clue. I never even heard of this store before…” Ashley responded as her fingernails caressed the smooth inside and unveiled… “Oh…”
“Cool, a pair of horns!” Sylvia exclaimed with glee. “You know what; I think those will look super with the rest of your outfit!”
A laugh couldn’t be helped as Ashley held the pair of dark red horns that were incredibly arousing to the touch…
“What? I’m dressed as Red Riding Hood, silly! And she was sweet… and innocent… and… this thing is sure made of a strange material! Here, touch it and tell me what you’re feeling…”
Sylvia rubbed one of her hands in them, absorbing a mystical energy into her skin. As a simple mortal, she wasn’t supposed to understand it but could certainly enjoy its flow and emphatically declare: “Wow… they give off tingling warmth that’s quite intoxicating!”
“I know… I’m feeling it too! What do you think causes this?”
“Frankly, who cares? Sweetie, you should definitely try them on… I would do it myself but there’s not a single ounce of red in my costume at all… So what if Red Riding Hood was a spotless soul in the fairy-tale? This is Halloween and the fun lies in twisting traditions… Go on; let me see how they look on you…”
“Okay, I’ll give them a try...” Ashley agreed as she brought the hood to her back, the mesh of silky, black curls shining in its entire splendor… “They don’t seem to have anything to make them stick so I wonder if…”
Instantly, they merged with the wavy hair, their tips extending forward like they were real horns and not just a pretty decoration.
It was at this precise moment that, from the ruckus of the actual party taking place past the main corridor where both women stood, along came an impersonation of Tarzan (or was it George of the Jungle?), swinging his arms and spilling fruit punch all over the floor. Brad was his name, a neighbor who always drank too much and liked to spoil everyone’s fun even when he wasn’t invited to be present. It was impossible to determine the precise amount of alcohol running through his blood-stream at the moment but it was more than enough to make him a nuisance with his foolish remarks…
“Now, that’s something to rise a man’s pole way up in the air! If Red Riding Hood is horny then here I am, baby!” he spurted, a thread of white spit accumulating in the upper-corner of his lips.
Ashley looked at him slightly enraged as the unnatural energy emanating from the horns increased in intensity. Something was changing in her ways of thought; power grew from the inside and outside of her outfit and suddenly, that very repulsive creature that believed to be a man was seen through half-angelic, half-demonic eyes.
Sylvia couldn’t help but notice the gradual modification in posture and the bewitching cadence of her friend’s fingers as tiny sparks of emerald green ran through them. She also saw that the Red Riding Hood outfit was now becoming tighter, assuming the same darkish, seductive colour and tactile feeling of the pair of horns. She whispered in her ear: “Ashley, what’s happening?”
“I’m being elevated…” the brunette retorted, her voice chilly and hot, mellifluous and irresistible. “Now, watch as I teach him a lesson he should have learned a long time ago…”
The new Ashley glided across the corridor stopping right in the front of the drunk guest and purring: “Do you honestly think you’re man enough for me?”
“Think?!” Brad was amused. “Ashley, I’m the real king of the jungle and what I got beneath my thong can keep you pleased for eternity and a day!”
Her eyes glowed green for a fraction of a second.
“Then why can’t I see a thing? It would be nice if you really had hard balls and a throbbing dick but you don’t…” she smirked. “At least, not any more… ”
“Huh… what’s going on in your sick…?” Brad suddenly looked down, at the completely smooth skin in its crotch area, a perfect cleary in geographic terms. It had no protuberances, no sex traits, nothing! “What?!! What did you… how did you… my dick and balls! You removed my dick and balls!”
“Yes, I did and this is where you go down at my feet very obediently, say ‘Thank you so much!’ and then… Get the hell out of my house and party!”
“In your dreams, you…” but as the words of malice were spoken out loud, his body and mind crumbled under the weight of her order and he helplessly knelt. Blank, he droned: “Thank you so much…” before getting up and going away into the dead of night, a Halloween slave.
Sylvia was dumbfounded, terrorized even. Strings of rationalizations were lost to what she had just witnessed. Ashley was no longer human. In her shadow, a heart-shaped tail slithered around her waist…
“There was only one thing that jerk was right about…” the domineering woman confessed whilst looking into the perplexed eyes of the one who had been her best friend. “I really am feeling horny now and there are many inside this house whom I wish to have servicing my needs… You’re the first in a long list, Sylvia and I’m sure you’ll do a wonderful job at it, my little slutty cowgirl!” a finger pointed to the floor. “It’s your turn to kneel.”
She obeyed and then crawled behind her owner as she moved swiftly to resume her place as Queen of the party…
Mandatory upgrade
(I wrote this one whilst thinking about two persons I ‘met’ in The Garden of MC and that are also authors listed here. You’ll most likely recognize them in the flow of the story.)
It was a regular day at the headquarters of the Maxwell Corporation, one of the world’s most powerful companies due to the unparalleled quality of the services provided. Sought by millions of avid consumers throughout the five continents, it had specialized in all things regarding cybernetics, including some things considered unethical by a great number of activists, but ultimately deemed appropriate by the highest spheres of authority that allowed the business practices to continue without any shred of guilt whatsoever.
The normality of the working schedule was interrupted by the sound of a female mechanized voice that was heard in every nook and cranny of the main building:
“Attention! All Robot Units are to present at the Maintenance Rooms in the 15th floor for a mandatory software upgrade immediately!”
Upon hearing the commands given, dozens upon dozens of silver bodies marched obediently across the corridors, taking the elevators or climbing the flights of stairs next to them. Once, they had all been ordinary men and women but now they were nothing more than programmable automatons, created for the sole purposing of mindless submission. Most of them had been tricked by the Corporation into signing a contract that effectively was a forceful way of surrendering their bodies and minds to the mechanical transformation but a handful had chosen that fate of their own free accord, driven by the fetish needs of transcending the limitations of the human existence and be able to achieve immortality in the form of computerized servants.
In this world, personal identity had ceased to exist, having been replaced by numbers and specific codes. The moment they were robotized, they also became a property of the Corporation and as such had no need for inconsequent rights like the ones of a salary for carrying out their assignments. With a completely cost free work force and a pocket of ever increasing clientele, it was no wonder that the prosperity seemed to know no boundaries at all.
Only a group of labourers performing administrative functions maintained the illusion of being nothing more than subservient machines by using actual names. One of them went by the designation of Heather and had been the responsible of transmitting the message to all the other equipment in the facilities. It was also in charge of Maintenance Room number 3 and had been one of the first to experience the bliss of the new upgrade.
In just a couple of hours, almost all of the humanoid machinery had been duly processed, only one remaining to close the day. It entered the Room as blank as all that had just left and waited for additional instructions.
“Designation?” inquired Heather, its synthetic voice cold and completely emotionless.
“Robot Unit 8, Batch 51/2009.” responded the other fembot.
“Very well. You are to sit on that chair to the left and remain perfectly still whilst the download takes place. It will be a quick one… two or three minutes, nothing more than that.”
“Robot Unit 8 obeys.” It responded walking steadily to the white chair filled with a series of tubes that immediately latched to the area where the positronic brain was located. A switch was flicked and the transference began.
Strings of binary code were instantly channelled through the various connections, updating the file system and introducing a couple of new sub-routines to the expected behaviour of one of its kind. A series of images with the new logo of the Maxwell Corporation logo were also added to the main programming, the download coming to an end with the common sequence of sentences that were the motto of every piece of unthinking chattel:
Service is everything.Absolute obedience is perfection.Nothing else exists.
As the cycle came close to an end, Robot Unit 8 squirmed in the chair, experiencing the equivalent of one hundred consecutive human orgasms rushing through every piece of its shiny framework, the wave of pleasure locking all of the new ciphers into place. The tubes retracted soon afterwards, signalling that the mandatory software upgrade had been completed successfully.
“You may now resume your functions, Robot Unit 8.” droned Heather just like it had been programmed to do. “The Corporation wills it so and service is everything.”
“Yes, it is.” responded the fully improved machine. If it weren’t impossible because of the predetermined commands that suppressed all human emotions of yore, one could actually be fooled into believing there was a hint of a smile underneath the layers of silver metal that covered its face.
All an illusion, of course… Feelings have long ceased to exist within the compound. Service is everything, now and forever.
P.S.
By the time you come home and read this letter, I’ll be long gone to spend the weekend in my family’s mountain cabin with my new servant. I didn’t believe you at first when you told me about that brainwashing computer program but now that I’ve seen it in action, I’m absolutely delighted with the results. Mark thought it was kind of strange in the beginning but then he was drawn into it beyond the point of resistance and watching him become completely blank was such a riveting experience, one I’m sure I’ll never forget. Thank you so much for everything you did to me!
P.S. – Silly me, I almost forgot something very important! When we were about ready to leave, guess who came knocking on the door to spoil our fun? My cousin Allison, of course! I always pretended to like her since she’s family and all but the truth is I absolutely loathe her uptight manners and… well… I ended up using the program again to make some certain readjustments to her personality, too. I left her sleeping in your bedroom, all wrapped up as a present because I know how much you enjoy those things… Have fun with her in any way you see fit! Enjoy the weekend! I sure will…
Sacrifice and betrayal
“The choice is yours, Richard: your submission or hers!” exclaimed the latex-clad Mistress whilst pointing at the silver, surgery-like table to which Sharon, his fiancée, was tied to. Above her, coming down from the ceiling, was an elongated metal tube with multiple antennas contorting creepily as if they were hungry creatures, desperate for a meal.
“How do I know you’ll release her if I do as you say?” asked Richard, his voice revealing a mix of anger, frustration and dread. His eyes were fixed on the console that was right beside the Mistress’ golden throne. If she pressed that red button, Sharon’s personality would be completely obliterated and that was something he just couldn’t conceive, even if it meant losing his own individuality in the process.
“You know because I say so and my word is law!” declared the dominant woman, dark-green eyes glimmering with undeniable power. “Agree to submit to me and I’ll let her walk out of this room with her freedom of mind intact!”
“Very well… I’ll do as you wish” he said in resignation. “I love her and I told her I would give my life for her if ever needed be… I’m keeping my promise!”
“Richard... don’t do this! Please…” cried out Sharon as she realized the tremendous sacrifice he was about to do for her.
“I’ve made up my mind, sweetheart. Your life is more important than mine and it will always be so! Just remember I love you, okay?”
“I… I love you too.”
“Enough with the affection displays, already!” shouted the Mistress, crossing her legs and pressing a white button just below the feared red one. Immediately, Sharon’s bindings were retracted so that she could move again. It was time for him to take her place. “Sharon, that green door over there is your way out of here. Go now and don’t even bother calling the authorities when you’re finally in the clear. By the time they reach here, we’ll be long gone! Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.” she responded, still sobbing as she got up and kissed the man she loved one last time. In his ear, she whispered: “I’ll never forget you… thank you!”
He broke the contact between them before the grief of eternal separation became unbearable and watched her move towards the green door. Standing guard, a couple of naked men and women, all devoid of any thoughts or emotions stepped aside to let her pass. After she was gone, two of the male servants, the most robust ones, approached Richard at the command of their Mistress to make sure he didn’t try anything stupid.
“I’ve kept my end of the bargain. Now, keep yours!” she instructed.
Defeated, Richard lay down on the cold table and didn’t protest when the metal latches were locked tight to his wrists and ankles. In utmost silence, he saw the antennas above him spring to life, executing a mechanical dance that was beyond his comprehension. There was a humming sound and then a spectacle of flashing lights illuminated his entire body, invading his pupils and taking control of his brain.
Ten minutes later, he was no more than a mindless thrall and obedient servant to the will of his Mistress, no different than the others. As he rose from the table, he heard her powerful voice:
“Strip, kneel and kiss my boots, slave!” she commanded.
He complied at once for he no longer knew the meaning of “denial” and “resistance”. Only real people knew that and he wasn’t a part of their world anymore.
“I live to obey you, Mistress!” he droned the moment he carried out her commands. “In what other ways can I be of service?”
She rubbed the tip of one of her shiny boots in his bare chest, a curl of platinum blonde hair falling mischievously upon her lips.
“You can start by going through that green door over there.” she ordered. “Inside, you won’t find a direct way out of here but instead a very complex and winding labyrinth whose paths only lead to one dead end after another. The only real way out is the way in. Go there and capture the one that was once the love of your life for me! She needs to be properly trained to fulfil my every whim as well!”
“Your will shall be done, Mistress!” announced the servant now imbued with the spirit of a hunter and seeking only to please. Sharon could be easily betrayed but not the one that now owned his body and mind and would do so forever and ever.
Standing tall and proud of his unquestioning devotion, he marched towards the door…
Voices
“This is wrong and you know it, Diane!” urged the voice of Consciousness, pure as crystal. “You can still stop what you’re doing… do so now before it’s too late!”
Holding in her right hand a beautiful emerald pendant that swung sexily from side to side, the gorgeous yet insecure blonde looked straight ahead into the face of the one she wanted to have for herself, Trevor, everyone’s favorite quarterback and quite a treat for the eyes, sore or not.
He sat in front of her, mouth agape, slightly drooping shoulders and eyes lost in the motion of the precious stone, registering nothing but specks of green. His semi- catatonic state was a proof she was doing things right but a part of her continued to criticize her actions, talking of guilt and even sin, tormenting her resolve.
“Diane, you’re going against the Laws of Nature.”, continued the voice. “Everyone’s entitled to their freedom, to their will-power. Why do you insist in trying to deny him that?”
“Because it’s fun…” cooed another familiar presence, all of her feelings of Lust, Power and Ambition combined in a distinct personality. “Because there’s no greater pleasure in life than the one that comes from capturing one’s mind, spirit, soul or any other word you want to use to describe a person’s very essence and then be able to say it out loud: It belongs to me now! I own it! That’s why you’re doing this, isn’t it, Diane? You want to control him completely and just thinking about it makes you all wet and tingly inside… You’re so very close, now… finish the job! Take what’s rightfully yours!”
“There’ll be no return if you continue any further, Diane. Save your soul! Save yourself while you still can and put down that pendant!” begged her innocent Self, the one she had been for a little over than twenty-years without nothing significant ever happening in her life until that day.
Diane crossed and uncrossed her legs three times in a row as she felt the fluids of sexual rapture building underneath her leather skirt. Thoughts intertwined and fought battles of semantics inside her mind until the clash came to an end when she realized the following:
Didn’t she deserve something more? Wasn’t she entitled to create the conditions for her satisfaction even if that meant breaking a few rules in the process? Moral, Ethics and alike! Nothing but fancy words to keep people in check, to restrain their primeval instincts of domination! She had been wrapped in those lies for far too long, asleep within the chambers of a hive of fools! Now it was her time of awakening and the path was clear! Indeed, there was no turning back but why would she want to remain stuck in the past when the future was being brought forth in the wavering movements of her pendulum?
“That’s my girl!” hummed her superior manifestation. The time of innuendos had come and gone and what once had been a pristine ego was now but a fleeting memory, a million of shattered pieces under the weight of temptation.
In a state of pure ecstasy, Diane said “Goodbye” to Trevor and “Welcome” to her first slave. More followed as the voice inside her became stronger and more ravenous but that’s the stuff urban legends are made of and this one ends here.