HypNovember 2022 Microfics
Day 18: Corruption
by moosezilla
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#clothing
#exhibitionism
#microfiction
#pov:bottom
#slutification
#sub:female
#bondage
#dom:nb
#drugged
#hypnovember2022
#mindfuck
#nb/nb
#pov:top
#scifi
#sub:nb
Decided to make this one a bit of a continuation from Day 16: Power Reversal! You don't necessarily need to have read it to know what's up in this one though, really =] (of course, you're welcome to and I'd love if you did!)
I walked easily out of the nondescript building that held the maze of the building I'd been held in. My kidnapper's instructions (I don't think I'd even bothered to get his name) were easy to follow and led me out fairly directly.
I reflected on the experience of waking up having been drugged and kidnapped by a second-rate supervillain.
He'd played into all the tropes, and I'd kept my cool, knowing that this kind of nonsense happened all the time in this goddamn city. Superheroes and supervillains all over the damn place.
I was sick of it, which overshadowed any fear I might have felt. I kept calm, played the victim, and when he'd tried to hypnotize me into being some kind of bait, I hypnotized him instead.
It had been a thrill.
Now, this, I hadn't quite expected. I'd never really done anything like that before. I mean, sure, my friends and I sometimes hypnotized one another for shits and giggles, but this time was... different.
This time, I felt the power and control I had over this man, this asshole, this supposed "super"villain whose powers I hadn't even seen. It pulsed through my veins with my heartbeat.
The feeling was a little bit shocking, and a little bit... well, I knew I wanted to feel it again, somehow.
The way I'd reduced him to doing anything I told him to do. The way I'd turned the tables from being the poor, helpless victim, to being in full control of the situation, was a thrill. A turn-on, if I was being honest with myself.
Who knows what he would have done if I commanded him? As it was, I only had him untie me, fetch me my clothes, give me directions to leave the building, and sit patiently on the table I'd been bound to so that I could bind him there instead.
The possibilities flooded through my mind.
I felt the stirrings of that same thrill as ideas came pouring in.
What would I do next?
I was invincible.