Mindcontrol Erotic Flash Fiction

Darrick moaned, his sweat covered body hanging limp against the ropes that bound him. The… thing… inside him pulsed and his cock throbbed with each movement. How long had it been now? He had no measure for time, here in the dark in a perpetual state of arousal. He could feel the thing growing inside him though, bigger, thicker, longer. What had the elf said, feeding?

Whatever the dark elf had planted in him was slowly feeding off his sexual energy siphoning just enough to stop him from cumming and oh god at this point he wanted to cum while using it to grow. The desire to cum overwhelmed him, he wanted it like there was nothing more important in the entire world. He should be grateful he supposed that she had not stayed to watch his humiliating as the thing pumped in his ass reducing him to a moaning, writhing animal.

A small part of him still fought, still wondered what her goal was. What purpose beyond sheer torment this magic served. But that part of his brain shrank with each thrust and pulse from the thing in his ass. His brain wandered, semi-delirious. Lizbeth, he had done this for Lizbeth, thank the gods that she could not see him now. He let out a low groan, so helpless and defeated. He just wanted it to be over. He just wanted to cum.

That familiar low, seductive laugh followed his groan like a distorted echo. There was an earthy richness to it that oozed sex and degradation. His tormentor was back.

“I think we’re ready now aren’t we pretty, pretty.” She said, her cool hands so gentle on his sweat-soaked back. It shouldn’t feel good, but it did. He shouldn’t crave her touch, but oh he did. “Beg for me human.”…

Consciousness returned reluctantly with the jolting movement of a gurney. Eyelids sticky with sleep pulled themselves open to see an anonymous ceiling passing by. The smell of antiseptic stung your nose. You tried to move, but every part of your body seemed pinned in place. Panic set in, heart pounding, brain screaming for freedom as your muscles tensed and pulled to no effect.

Cold air caressed your body, tightening your nipples. You were naked you realized with a jolt. You opened your mouth to speak, but the gag prevented it. Helpless, immobile, even speech stolen from you. Fear made your palms slick with sweat as you squeezed your hands into fists. Where? Who? Why? You had no answers to the questions echoing in your head.

The gurney hit the swinging doors, knocking them open and shaking your body. They were moving fast, taking you… where? Your pulse thudded in your ears as you fought for release, but could not gain an inch.

They had you in a room now. Plain beige walls, anonymous, sterile. There was a nurse. She wasn’t hiding her face but you didn’t recognize her. Young and pretty in the way magazines say women should be. The snap of latex gloves echoed in the room before she checked your pulse with clinical precision, dictating into something. All you could do was watch.

“Patient is blonde, caucasian, female. Breast enhancement procedure was successful.” The nurse’s hands groped and squeezed your breasts with rough efficiency, as though testing for firmness, sending unexpected sensations through your stomach. You struggled to look down, gasping into the gag as you saw your now swollen and unfamiliar mounds. What have they done?…