Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 11
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Excerpts
Afraid of Himself
Andrew Wells was afraid. Not of what was happening around him or whatever crisis the world could throw his way that Friday morning, but of himself, and all the things he was considering doing to prove his worth in the eyes of a Nubian Goddess he had never met for real.
Her name was Mikayla Sommers, her title Empress, and her game, the art of hypnotic femdom. A skilled Hypnodomme with hundreds of entranced minds at her beck and call scattered around the world, she had built the reputation of being one of the most erotically charged women in existence, a soul capable of bending others to her will in the most devious ways imaginable.
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Glory to Harukka!
Something hard and sticky rammed Yasmin’s ass repeatedly, making her dark brown eyes roll to the back of her head. The Latina junior attorney that had recently moved to California to pursue her ambitions in the world of criminal law was chained by a brick wall, partially suspended in the air while her body served as a guinea pig to an insidious plan. The object assailing her was a jumbo-sized dildo though, in her slightly feverish mind, she imagined a green tentacle of some Lovecraftian-inspired horror destined to doom humanity to eternal madness. If she wasn’t there already, it wouldn’t take long now.
Distorted voices were all around her, emanating from the same abominations that had trapped her in the sub-floor of her workplace, Hartwell & Sons. Three of them had masculine traits while the other two were more feminine. The latter appeared to be in charge, barking their grievances to the male underlings.
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The Great Fire of Elsworth
The Avery Triplets were Elsworth’s most kept secret, forces of nature recently turned twenty-two that paraded their exotic looks around the city and surrounding neighborhoods in latex mini-skirts, conquering everything in their path. Alone, they were already almost impossible to resist, but when they got together, the power they unleashed brought even the strongest of minds to heel.
Her names were Alana, Brenda, and Claudia, the ABC of mesmerizing seduction, witches born of witches that did what other witches dared not. They walked out and about, showing off their powers without a care in the world. If any man and woman on Elsworth tried to deny their superiority, they would end up as groveling boot slaves, or worse, be turned into something unnatural.
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Unfinished Business
Every living soul in the peaceful village of Cleas, Ireland, had heard at least one story about Marie Winterbottom, the spirit said to dwell the dusty halls of forgotten Creek Manor. The details of the accounts varied depending on the person telling them and whatever point they were trying to get across. Some tales were sad, others downright bloody but, most of the time, they landed somewhere in the middle. Marie was either be a scorned lover, a grieving mother, or a frenzied widow. It mattered not as long as one particular idea shone through. She had unfinished business on the mortal plane of existence, and that’s why she couldn’t leave.
With time, the people of the village had learned to ignore the Manor completely and only ever mentioned Marie in passing to tourists or other passersby. Jim Hayes hadn’t gone there for the sights but to tell a tale of his own in the form of an article about rural Ireland and its curiosities.
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