On the Hunt
The shadow moved across the lab, restless, hungry. Reaching for a lone researcher, it recognized his fetish desires and changed to fit them. He never saw the gaping abyss, just the Goddess he yearned to worship.
“Serve,” it hissed.
Unable to resist, the shadow became him, and he became it. Together, they continued the hunt.
A little bit of fetish horror this time around. Partly inspired by something I wrote more than twenty years ago.
Saying “No”
“You’re falling under my control…” Sheila said, mellifluously
“No,” Morgan responded.
“Yes. In fact, you already fell, you’re already mine.”
“No.”
“I’ll prove it to you, then. Answer me this: can you resist the sound of my voice?”
“No.”
“Do you have a will of your own?”
“No.”
“Do you want one?”
“No.”
“Good pet.”
Back to something funny. “Yes” is an immensely powerful word but so is its opposite even if the result seems to be the same in this case.
Maitresse de l’hypnose
Marie Antoinette led the executioner by a leash across the kneeling populace gathered at the Place de la Révolution.
“I should have all of your heads,” she announced. “But having your minds is a lot better. Thank you, dear.” she added to the cloaked figure next to her.
The time-travelling hypnotist nodded silently and disappeared.
Fetish alternative history strikes again. It was at this point I decided I would use the time-travelling angle as often as imagination allowed me because of the myriad of possibilities it entails. I can’t really explain why I chose The French Revolution as a backdrop this time around, but it works.
Hypnotic Wave
“Sir, we’re picking up an unidentified surge of energy coming our way.”
Colonel Benson looked at the spiraling pulse on the screen and shivered.
“God have mercy!”
“Sir?”
“That’s a Hypnotic Wave, soldier. The Dommes are attacking! I hope your mind is strong because mine…”
He was already entranced before it hit.
What about you?
For many people, one day Hypnodommes will rule the world. Perhaps this is how they will do it. It sure looks easy enough, doesn’t it?