Saturday Story 2025 #20 (The Black Queen: Legend – Part 18)
This unique take on the world of The Black Queen continues today on my Patreon. This tale plays with the ideas of the original stories and turns them upside down in unexpected ways. It will be a long multi-parter with plenty of surprises along the way. Synopsis below:
When Jeremy is tasked with writing a piece about an erotic urban legend, he discovers some truths are better left buried.
In today’s installment – Part 18 – Jeremy awakens Laura, and with her help, they stop Deirdre’s plans, but is it the end? Hint: it’s not as there are still two parts to this story.
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An excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/129224914
His fingers traced the wall of implements, selecting a sleek black cattle prod from its mount. The electrical device hummed in his hands, matching the rage coursing through his veins. Without hesitation, he pressed the prod against Deirdre’s thigh, triggering a violent jolt that made her body spasm against the restraints. After a handful of well-applied shocks, he removed her gag and asked, growling.
“How do I break her programming?” He pressed the prod harder, watching Deirdre almost pee herself. “Tell me how to wake Laura up, or I’ll make what you just did to me look like a pleasant afternoon.”
Deirdre’s eyes, once filled with sadistic triumph, now darted with genuine panic. This couldn’t be happening! Not when her dreams of control were so close to becoming a reality. “Tell me now!” Jeremy insisted.
Her lips trembled, caught between defiance and the very real threat of another shock. Jeremy knew she understood he was no longer playing by her rules. This was a moment of reckoning, and he was prepared to go as far as necessary to save Laura from her psychological prison.
“Okay, bitch. If this is how you want to play it…”
The cattle prod crackled again. Jeremy positioned it against Deirdre’s breasts and as close as possible to her heart. A hit there would be ten times more panful, enough to make her whimper.
“The programming,” he demanded. “How do I reverse it?”
Deirdre laughed, refusing to be broken by his threats. “You don’t. That’s impossible. Laura’s neural pathways have permanently reconfigured. You can’t undo what Omicron has done to her mind.”
Jeremy zapped her again, harder. Electricity arced across her skin, leaving angry red marks in its way. “There’s always a way,” he snarled. “You need a system in place in case the brainwashing doesn’t work as intended. I don’t accept ‘impossible’ as an answer.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t understand the complexity of the mechanisms in play. One doesn’t simply ‘turn off’ deep neural conditioning. Laura has been fundamentally altered. She’ll never be the same again.”(…)
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