This choice: Zithar decides to push their control a little further. • Go Back...Chapter #6Zithar decides to push their control a little f... by: JR   As the days wore on, Zithar began to grow restless. The slow, careful adjustments to Veronica’s thoughts, movements, and behavior had yielded promising results, but there was a lingering hunger—an urge to push their control further. Kaal, ever the cautious one, advised restraint, but Zithar’s curiosity and fascination with the human mind had begun to outweigh any sense of caution. Zithar was intrigued by the subtleties of human indulgence, by how the body could betray its owner, how emotions and desires could surface so unexpectedly.
It was during a midweek lunch at a quiet, upscale café in the heart of the city that Zithar decided to take their experiment a step further.
Veronica sat at the small round table, the polished wood gleaming under the soft, filtered sunlight. She had been meeting with a colleague earlier in the day, discussing the intricacies of an ongoing case. The conversation had concluded, and now she was left alone, her lunch break a rare moment of solitude amidst the bustling demands of her legal career.
Her usual lunch—grilled chicken salad, perhaps a light soup—was a carefully planned choice. Veronica took pride in maintaining her slim figure, a necessary trait for someone so deeply embedded in the world of high-stakes law. Every bite, every decision around food, was made with intention and control.
But today was different.
As the waiter approached with the dessert menu, Veronica’s gaze flicked down, her eyes lingering on the item at the bottom of the list: Chocolate decadence. It was a rich, dense piece of chocolate cake—dark, velvety, with layers of mousse and a delicate glaze that shimmered in the light. Veronica usually avoided such indulgences. She had a disciplined mind, a willpower that was as sharp as any legal argument. But today, there was a tug—no, a pull—toward the cake, a strange hunger that gnawed at her stomach, unexpected and foreign. It wasn’t hers, and yet it was.
“Chocolate cake, please,” Veronica found herself saying before she could stop herself. Her voice was steady, refined, as always. But the decision was made.
The waiter raised an eyebrow—perhaps noticing the unusual order for someone as composed as Veronica—and quickly disappeared to fetch her dessert.
Zithar, in the back of her mind, was watching closely. This was a moment of subtle triumph. The craving for the cake wasn’t entirely foreign to Veronica—Zithar could sense that. But what they had done was deepen it, amplify it, pushing Veronica’s carefully curated restraint just beyond its limit. It was not enough for Zithar to simply observe. They wanted to feel her desires, to experience the indulgence as if it were their own.
When the cake arrived, it sat before Veronica like an irresistible temptation. The dark layers seemed to shimmer, the faint scent of cocoa mingling with the rich sweetness of sugar. Veronica hesitated for just a moment, her mind briefly pulling back, questioning her decision. But the moment passed as swiftly as it came. A deep craving, now fully awakened, overpowered her reason.
With graceful, controlled movements, Veronica picked up her fork, her posture impeccable. It was almost as though she were dining at a royal banquet, an air of refinement still hanging over her despite the unusual indulgence. The first bite was slow and deliberate—rich, smooth, the cake melting in her mouth. The sweet bitterness of the chocolate danced on her tongue, and for the briefest moment, Veronica closed her eyes in pure satisfaction.
Zithar felt the wave of pleasure reverberate through her. It was an alien sensation—something new and thrilling. There was a strange satisfaction in watching Veronica give in to her desires, in feeling her body respond with delight. The cake was not merely nourishment. It was a symbol of indulgence, of yielding to a temptation that would have once been resisted. Zithar relished in that moment.
As Veronica continued to eat, she did so with an air of quiet elegance, her movements measured, but there was something different in her approach. It was as if the cake had become an experience rather than just a dessert. She took bite after bite, savoring the richness of each piece, and Zithar felt that craving intensify, merging with their own alien desires. With every forkful, Veronica’s usual poise seemed to soften, the rigid control she normally wielded over her body relaxing just slightly.
The entire piece of cake vanished in front of her, leaving only a few crumbs on the plate. Veronica’s hand hovered over the empty dish for a moment, as if reluctant to end the experience. She wiped her mouth delicately with the napkin, her mind quietly processing the indulgence. There was no guilt, no second thoughts. It was as if she had simply allowed herself a rare moment of freedom, and in doing so, had unlocked something within herself—a small, forbidden release.
Zithar, still tucked within her mind, reveled in the sensation. They were becoming more attuned to her responses, her instincts. It was clear now that Veronica’s mind was beginning to yield, slowly but surely, to their influence. She would have never indulged in such excess before. But now, she had. And she had done so without hesitation.
It was a delicate dance of control. Zithar had pushed her body just far enough to show her how easily it could be manipulated, how the boundaries of her self-control could be bent. The alien presence in Veronica’s mind stirred with satisfaction. But there was more to come. They would continue to test, to stretch her limits, to learn the depths of human behavior, all while guiding Veronica further into their control.
As she finished her lunch and rose to leave, Veronica seemed unaware of the shift. Her walk was composed, her demeanor still commanding, but something had subtly changed. The refined woman who had entered the café was now just a bit more malleable, a little more open to the unexpected.
And Zithar had only just begun.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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