Derek Kingsfield was captured immediately after disabling his arms—conscious, restrained. The device surrounding his head carved open a section of his skull, exposing his pulsating brain. A slime-coated tube descended and latched onto the exposed tissue, thrusting thick, glowing fluid directly into his mind. Each wet pulse scrambled his thoughts, blurring memories and identity. The sound echoed through the chamber like a slow, mechanical thrust. Derek screamed, gasped… then fell quiet. The rhythm became irresistible. Commands began slipping from his lips unbidden. Derek who once fought to stay free now leaned into the thrusts, needing them. When the tube finally withdrew, it left behind no resistance, no self—just obedience. Derek Kingsfield was gone.
All that remained was a blank slate with a dumb grin, ready to serve.
Hey! One idea came with another until I came up with a short story. The fully colored will be ready soon so stay tuned the ones subscribed on my tiers 👀