Spiral Fun

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Well, A few of my older racier stories now have their images back as a repost. Unfortunately not all of them, but I'll still try to repost some of the old non story images that got taken down.

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Enchanted Forest

Ward moved through the subway turnstile quickly, swiping his card swiftly, bumping the bar with his hip to ensure that his suit didn’t get wrinkled.  It was a practiced motion, and one he was not consciously aware of, as this had been his morning commute for some years now.  In fact, he rarely payed attention to anything he saw on his commute.  When he had first come to the city, he had been happy and awed by it’s beauty, much better than the podunk town he’d come from.  But ordinariness had dulled the scenery, and now his head was too full of the business for the day to stop and admire anything.  That, and he always rode the edge of being late.  Hurrying along, he took the stairs to cross to the other platform.  But in the tunnel something slipped through the haze and he stopped.

The entire right hand wall of the tunnel seemed to have been replaced with an ocean view, which had jolted Ward from his reverie.  He realized that it was just a photo covering the wall, but it looked amazingly real.  He wasn’t even sure if it was a picture and not some 4K screen an advertiser had installed.  He wasn’t sure what it was advertising, but whatever it was, it made him really want to go to the beach.

Ward turned away from the image to continue on when he noticed the opposite wall was also covered in another image, this one of  the edge of a beach transitioning into a rich an verdant forest, though something about the forest seemed off to him.  The colors of some of the flowers were strange, and the way the wind seemed to whisper through the trees was somehow off.  Ward realized suddenly that he could hear the sounds of a forested beach, and was even more amazed because there were no speakers that he could see.  His mind tried to remind him that he was in a hurry to get to… somewhere, but his curiosity want to figure this advertisement out, see how it worked.  He just wanted to look at stare at the pretty image to figure it out so he could relax and go to that beach.

Ward looked all around and realized that even the ceiling and floor were covered in the image, though he was sure that it hadn’t been that way before.  The ceiling was of a beautiful blue sky crossed with the few forest branches that reached out to the sea, while the floor just looked like a sandy beach.  His bare feet told him it didn’t feel like sand, just a flat, hard floor, but his eyes swore that it was a beach.  Something about his bare feet started to bother him, and he tilted his head to the side.  He was supposed to be naked, right?  He had been intending to go to the beach, hadn’t he?  This is what you wore to the beach, wasn’t it?  He was sure that was wrong, there was something that he needed to wear, but for the life of him he couldn’t think of what it was.

Ward snapped his fingers as he remembered.  His laurel!  How could he have forgotten that?  He reached up to the branches coming from the ceiling and pulled some leafy fronds from them, which he expertly twisted into a laurel for his head.  He didn’t remember ever learning how to do that, but it seemed to come naturally.  He closed his eyes as he slid the wreath onto his head, happy that he was finally properly dressed.  But when he opened them, he realized something was still wrong.  The forest that was his home stretched off correctly into the distance, but the beach he stood on was not a beach, but felt like a flat, bare surface.  Turning, he saw he was standing on some sort of platform, the image of  the sea plastered along its wall.  The illusion was marred however, but the immobility of the waves and the shadows of himself, the trees, and the scaffolding being cast on it by the morning sun.

Ward put his hand to the wall and pushed.  It fell and showed him the real beautiful ocean.  He stepped off the platform and ran to it, happy to have finally arrived.  He had wanted to go to the beach with his saytr friends for some time now, to play and sport and finally be made one of their number.  But they had all said he wasn’t ready until this day.  He ran up and down the beach with his human legs on more time as he waited for the beings that would finally turn him into a perfect denizen of the forest he loved…

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Hypnoapp

When his phone binged, Quinn didn’t pay attention to it.  He rarely did these days.  It wasn’t that he was trying to ignore anyone.  It was just that he had lived with a smartphone for years, and the requirements for software updates were normal to him.  So when the phone requested that the camera application be updated, he just accepted without thinking more about it.  And so the hypnoapp lay quiescent, waiting for it’s opportunity.

That came a few days later, as Quinn was getting ready for a party, and decided to take a selfie.  He posed before his bathroom mirror, raised his phone, and hit the button.  It seemed to take the picture, but then dissolved into a field of rapidly flashing black and white areas.  The shutter sound also began repeating, a rolling series of clicks in time with the flashes.

Oh, what the hell is… wrong with… this thing now. Quinn thought, his mind already beginning to slow down.  He didn’t notice that slowness, nor that he was still holding the pose he’d taken the picture in.  He just stared at the image, his face becoming more slack as the app took over his mind. Didn’t this… just get… an update… Must be… bugged… somehow…  Wonder… how… many… seen… this…  watched… staring… pretty… flashes… watch… forever…

For five minutes Quinn stood, his mind empty, listening to the clicks and absorbing what they had to teach him.  Then the app moved to stage 2, opening up communication.  The clicks faded to a background as a voice sounded from the phone.  “Connection established.  Subject, stand up straight and identify.”

The words meant little to Quinn’s addled brain, but another part clearly understood.  His body moved without his control.  Without taking his eyes off the flashing phone, his body stood up and said “Unit identified as Subject Q.  Subject’s body originally designated Quinn. Subject Q is alone and awaiting orders.”  What was left of Quinn’s mind was shocked at this.  Orders…  what…

“Excellent. Display chest for the camera, slave.”

As his hand went for the edge of his shirt, Quinn tried to stop it. No… not… slave… must… resist… He wasn’t able to stop the arm from moving, but he was able to splay the fingers of his hand, trying to stop it from being able to grab the hem.  Instead, the body just hooked his thumb under it and lifted.

The master in control of the Hypnoapp noticed this.  “Hmm, it seems that Quinn is still awake a bit, eh?  Well, I know what will loosen your grip. Subject Q, drop the shirt and display cock.”  This order was accompanied by a intensification of the flashes on the phone.  Quinn suddenly realized where the control was coming from, and changed his efforts to control the hand holding the phone.  He didn’t try to resist his body unzipping his shorts and pulling his hardening cock out.  

Quinn was just starting to get some control of the hand when suddenly his cock fully hardened and plunged his mind into ecstasy.  His body stayed perfectly still as his cock twitched, the program feeding all of the sensations to Quinn rather than Subject Q.  Quinn tried valiantly to hold on amidst this stimulation, but the program expertly held him on the edge.  Feels so good… No… going to… break this…  gonna… get… free… gonna… cummmmm….

The last vestiges of Quinn’s mind surrendered as he came, everything becoming Subject Q.  Words popped into Subject Q’s head.  “Mind designated Quinn removed.  Subject Q is blank and ready for programming”

“Excellent. Listen closely…”  And as Subject Q stood there, his cock still dripping, his new master filled his mind with his new role…

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Under Has Spell

It’s high time that the evil wizard be destroyed. the knight Galcon thought as he strode into the castle. He had heard things about this wizard Somus, how he’d somehow been released from his fealty oath and had created some terrible village where serfs could run away to.  He’d seen it with his own eyes when he’d gone through it.  All of the men (Had they been all men? he thought) had not shown proper deference to a knight, and the one he’d asked to direct him had actually smirked at his denouncement of the wizard.  He needed to rid the land of this scourge so that proper society could be restored.

Knowing what the wizard’s twisted magics could do to him if given the chance, Galcon slipped off his mail and sneaked up to the chamber high in the tower.  He listened at the door and heard Somus chanting, oblivious to the righteous fury that would descend upon him.  Galcon kicked the door in with a loud bang, and stabbed the figure standing near it, screaming “DIE, WIZARD TYRANT!  AND MAY YOUR LITTLE FIEFDOM DIE WITH YOU!”

A blue bolt of energy surged up through Galcon’s sword, striking him and freezing him in place.  The robed figure dissipated, the illusion broken, and Galcon saw he had stabbed a luminous sphere.  Slow clapping started off to his left, and then Somus walked into view.  "Foolish knight, my friends in the village told me of your arrival.  So I laid a little paralysis trap for you and you fell for it easily.  That will be your last mistake.“

Galcon tried to steel his muscles for the final blow, but Somus seemed to read his thought.  "No no, I won’t kill you.  I need a knight to help keep other fools like you at bay.  So I’ll just turn you into my obedient slave.  You won’t make any more mistakes because you won’t have the will to do anything but follow instructions.  But enough chatter, to work”

You cannot hope to dominate the will of a Knight of the Realm, wizard.  I will break your spell and… Wait, what is he doing?!  Galcon’s thoughts dissolved to shock as the wizard started removing Galcon’s clothes, moving his limbs like a doll.  Within a few minutes, he stood naked as Somus looked him over.  "Very nice.  Being a knight keeps your body lean and beautiful. That will make the next part much easier.“  Galcon felt the wizard stand behind him and move his hands behind his head, caressing Galcon’s bulging arms as he did so.  Then he was turned and he felt liquid sprinkled over him. The wizard chanted, and then said, "There, now we are ready.”

Suddenly, Galcon was in ecstasy.  His cock sprang to attention as he felt some part inside him being stimulated.  Wave upon wave of pleasure seemed to batter his mind into a box.  He couldn’t think straight, everything was lost in the white hot need.  The box his mind was in seemed to descend into his balls, making them churn with need.  Each wave of stimulation and pleasure  made his cock harder and his ball churn more, even though he was past where he thought he could take no more. And then he suddenly came, and his mind emptied.  His will spurted out with his cum, and his mind became a blank and doll like as his body was.

Somus chuckled as he gathered the will-infused cum, a favorite ingredient of his for a male lust potion.  "The vessel is emptied, as it should be.  Now to fill you with my seed and will.“  The wizard pushed Galcon to his knees and opened his mouth, then turned to disrobe.  Galcon stayed still, his mouth open and ready, waiting to be filled…

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Mechanization

As the door slammed, Michael sighed and reached for his headphones.  He had been just lying on his bed, listening to music after work, but now his roommate would get bent out of shape about the music being “too loud” or “too bassy” or whatever new excuse Karl had cooked up.  It hadn’t used to be like that, but ever since Karl had taken the new job, he’d stopped being friendly and started being cold and nasty.

Slipping the jack into it’s proper slot and slipping the earbuds into his ears, Michael lay back down on his bed, and then twitched.  A sharp pain lanced into both ears as the music began to play in the earbuds, but it wasn’t that the music was too loud.  It felt instead like something had been injected deep in his ear and was burrowing deeper.  Michael began to reach for his earbuds, but found he couldn’t.  His muscles would twitch, seeming to start to do what he wanted, and then lock back in place.  He lay that way, spasming as the pain went deeper and deeper into his head, and then it just as suddenly stopped.

Michael lay there, the twitching stopped as he relaxed for a moment with the ending of the pain.  It felt really good.  STRIP.  He shook his head, trying to clear it.  Something odd was going on.  He once again reached for his earbuds to pull them out. STRIP. Was that what he wanted to do?  Or did he want to remove something else?  STRIP. Yeah, that was it, he needed to get naked.  But why did he- STRIP. He was supposed to be naked, that was it.

Michael lazily removed his clothes, still not quite sure why he was doing it. STRIP.  HARD. But he did have to admit that taking off all his clothes felt good. STRIP.  HARD. It felt really good, in fact.  STRIP.  HARD. It felt so good he started to get hard.  STRIP. HARD.OBEY. It was good to be hard and naked.  HARD.OBEY. It made him feel so horny to just lay there, naked.  HARD.OBEY. Naked and doing what he was told.  HARD.OBEY.  Even though he wasn’t sure where the orders were coming from. HARD.OBEY.  DRONE.  Were there orders, or did they just seem to come from Michael’s own mind? OBEY.  DRONE. Was Micha3l just imagining the powerful voice in his head?  OBEY. DRONE. Did M!ch@3l exist?  OBEY.  DRONE. EMPTY. Or was (\/)!(]-[@31 just a drone?  OBEY.  DRONE. EMPTY. Yes, he was a drone.  OBEY.  DRONE. EMPTY. Drone had no identity.   OBEY.  DRONE. EMPTY.   Drone was empty of all thought. OBEY.  DRONE. EMPTY.  Drone would obey.  OBEY.  DRONE. EMPTY.  HARD. Drone would be hard and absorb Drone’s programming.

Drone M3 lay there, absorbing all of his instructions for a half an hour.  His designation, who his master was, what his duties were, how he was to behave when he was alone with just Master and the other drones.  That Karl was a drone just like he was.  That Karl’s proper designation was Drone K4.  That he was to stand, go to K4, inform him of his conversion, and accept the orders that K4 gave him.  Drone M3 sat up quickly, his earbuds falling out of his ears.  Pieces of them were missing, as the chips had been injected to create the device that now controlled Drone M3.  M3 marched from the room, his hard cock still twitching in front of him, to let K4 know that he could blissfuly strip and obey master freely…

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A hypnotic drone called to attention.

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Stare at the spiral and stroke.

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In the brainwashing room, mind being molded.

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The start of a beautiful domination...

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Groving to the hypno DJ.

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The new hypnoglasses recruits.

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Nothing like an instant flash to recruit new mindslaves...

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That's everything finally reposted, and a new story I'm trying an experiment with. If it works, I'll have some other stuff to repost.

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Drifting on the Porch

His feet thudded to the ground, as if the lead weights he'd felt the night before had somehow grown larger. Grant stumbled to the bathroom, trying to clear his head. He hadn't been drinking hard, had he? When Don had invited him to stay a week with him, he'd seen it as an easy yes. They hadn't seen each other for a couple of months, Don had a new house, and they could party hard for a week before Grant went off to backpack across Europe. This was to be his mid 20's adventure, and he assumed it would start with a bang. Instead it was just a whimper.

After relieving himself, Grant stepped to the sink and splashed water on his face. Last night he assumed that they'd hit bars in Don's neighborhood or something, but Don didn't want to go out. They had just hung out, catching up and having a couple of beers, that was all. So why was he so tired? He just needed coffee.

Not bothering to get further dressed, Grant went to the kitchen in Don's new home. It was just guys here, right? He could come out in just his boxers and get dressed after he shook this strange feeling off. Don was sitting at the kitchen table, talking into his phone. Grant jerked his chin at Don, starting his head bobbing to a non-existent beat a he went to the coffee maker. Don looked Grant up and down. “Yeah, I think we're just about ready, sir.” Grant wondered who Don was calling sir, but he was too busy fumbling with a filter to really focus on it. “The porch, yes sir.” Grant jumped as Don's arm reached for the bag of coffee Grant had in his other hand. When did he stand up? How long had Grant been just staring trying to figure out the next step? “I can do that, man, why don't you just sit out on the back porch? It's a great morning for breakfast outside.” Don chuckled.

“Shhhure, maaan.” The words seemed to just slide slowly out of Grant's mouth, and he finally realized that the world was swaying because his head was bobbing. He stopped that and just stood for a second, seemingly only able to do one thing at a time. “Reeeallly neeeed thaaaa coffeeee thooooo.” He stumbled to the back door, his lead feet stumbling along. The chair thudded against the wall as he collapsed into it. Why was he so tired? Why couldn't he focus on anything? Why was everything swaying again? His head was like a dandelion, swaying gently in the breeze, full of fluff. There was something wrong with that, but what?

A man Grant had never met before opened the gate to the backyard and began to stride toward him. There was something about him that Grant felt was important. His strong face, his hot body, his commanding presence, his dominating allure... There was something that was wrong though. Something about his clothes, right? Strangers and clothing? He couldn't remember anymore. Nothing came into Grant's head anymore, and all he could do was stare at the stranger. Especially the blue... spiral... in... his... eyes...

The Neighborhood Master walked up to Grant, smiling. Don was right, Grant was ready. Grant hadn't even realized that Don had put him into bed nude the previous night, after warning the Master that there was someone new in the area. The Master had focused his mental influence onto Grant, and now he was just a blank and empty puppet. “How long were you planning on staying, puppet?”

Grant's empty head filled with that information. “Just a week, sir. Then I go on a backpacking trip acro-”

“No no, you won't be going anywhere. I'm already sir in your mind, and I haven't even bothered to edit you properly into my full submissive. You already leaned that way, and now I want longer than a week to indulge in you.” The Master walked up and stared into Grant's eyes. “We'll just lock you here as a blank submissive, won't that be fun?” Grant didn't respond, his mind now locked in blank bliss by the seeming spiraling eyes of his master. “I'll just leave you here while I reward Don for his marvelous service.” The Neighborhood Master went inside, and Grant head bobbed as he floated blissfully, awaiting his master's return....

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It doesn't matter where you look, all you see is the spiral...

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Another player of RoneD with his mind already off and absorbing the programming.

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One trigger has melted his mind...