One of the most infamous genres of EMC is the teenager who gets Uber-Mind-Control-Powers! This power-infused young man, it's almost always a young man, then proceeds to get revenge upon, enslave, and have sex with all the women in his life. It's become such a cliche that Billy Ray has written a fantastic parody of this genre which incorporates the situations, poor writing, and dizzying array of over-the-top euphemisms for the male and female sexual anatomy (my personal favorite is "thrill drill"). That story is titled "Dramatic Saga of Peter Q. Kleeshay".
The story I'm adding to the list is in this genre, but it has none of the cliches. Instead, this is more like The Twilight Zone episode "It's a Good Life", and it's a spooky, disturbing ride.
In this story, the narrator is writing a type of confession. He has the power to influence minds, but his knowledge of the real-world implications of his fantasies remainds vague. Instead, he sees a woman then spins a scenario in his head, and by implication, we discover that everything in his scenario comes true. But the narrator never meets nor has any kind of contact with his victims, except in his mind.
It's also clear that the the narrator is insane, and the one person who seems to have influence over him is his psychiatrist. Their relationship is never made plain since it's distorted through the narrator's eyes, but there are strong hints that she is terrified of him, and her eventual fate is not a good one.
The story is Character Flaw by Orestes. Here's a sample:
Anyhow, I guess I must have been reading some stories on the internet. That's where I got some of my early ideas. That's where I became a little obsessed with bondage. Hell, it was like a smorgasbord for me back then, and bondage was just my favourite cuisine at the time. Chicken a la Parker !
My fantasies about Anne went that direction. Strangely enough, I think I had some intuition that these kinky fantasies weren't all fiction. I mean, Anne developed a taste for gothic attire soon afterwards, and began hanging out with friends who all seemed to be looking for the next big thrill.
When I was in my room jerking off at night, I knew that Anne was sneaking out her bedroom window. I could almost picture every moment of her evening as she joined up with her new friends, and began to experiment with tying each other up, and spanking each other, and forced sex acts.
It was all pretty coincidental, really. When I imagined that she was being anally raped by her new friends at night, I could see Anne having difficulty walking the next day. When I imagined that she spent the night being whipped until her back was raw, I could hear her cursing the sting of the water in the shower the next morning. It was a weird symmetry between my fantasies, and Anne's reality that made me feel almost guilty when I saw her suffering from a lack of sleep, and a battered body.
This spooky trip is a great addition.
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