Femdom Mind Control Flash Fiction
by S.B.
Negotiation
Lilith stands before you, beautiful, deadly. With her on your team, you will be unstoppable. Now you must convince her to join you.
“Become my ally,” you say.
“Oh? Of all the demons out there why do you want me?”
“Because you’re Lilith.”
“Yes, I am. One and only. Of course, I can’t just become your ally for free. Give me some of your spirit.”
You comply.
“I want a life stone.”
You comply.
“Give me 9000 macca.”
You don’t have that much money on you because you just bought a new giant sword (overcompensating, are you?) but you can’t tell her that. If you cheat, you might just get away with it but she can also kill you on the spot, so you man up and simply refuse.
“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? You’ve got guts. I want the life of Mara then.”
You comply. Mara’s life is forfeit and yet you grow hard as it happens.
“I want a lot of your spirit.”
You comply, wondering why you’re feeling dizzy.
“Good. Very good. Now answer this question. Which are strongest: humans or demons?”
Three answers lie before you but they’re all one and the same. Demons, says the first. Demons, says the second, Demons, says the third. One, two, three. Three, two, one...
“Demons,” you mutter.
“Yes, that’s right. Demons don’t need humans, but humans need demons. You need me, don’t you? You need me.”
Yes, you do. You need her. You need her to survive. You need her to stay alive. You need her desperately in your life. She has taken your spirit, your will to resist. Your negotiation failed, unlike hers.
“I will not join you, but you will join me. It’s been a while since I had a human pet. Kneel.”
You comply as the snake envelops your body. The screen flashes and the last thing you see is the name of your character turning into ‘Slave’.