The Demon Plug

"People think it's a myth, you know..."

The young man looked up from the old book to reexamine the woman who ran the little bookstore. She was pretty non-descript. Not too young or too old, good-looking without being beautiful, dark hair with a plain face. Probably spent her weeks minding the store and her evenings reading with some cats.

He had walked into the store on a whim. It was a tiny space along the main street of the little college town. Dark, cramped, and overflowing with books, nick-knacks, and decoration. It was the sort of place the man thought that drew in hippies and goths and others outside of the norm. Why was he here again?

"The Demon Plug", the woman waved her hands sarcastically. The young man looked down at the dark leather book cover to see the terrible title. Ah yes, he'd picked up the book to see what it could possibly be about. "...they think it's a myth. But it's totally real." The young man looked skeptical. Still trying to get a grasp of things, the woman continued, "Nobody knows what its real name is. Nobody knows much about it..."

"Rumor has it that some imp came to the world ages ago and left it as a joke. Someone dubbed it The Demon Plug and the name stuck. The only things we really do know about it is that it looks like a buttplug." The young man looked quickly for an exit. "You know what I mean! Fat on top and then skinny with a bottom? You kids have the Internet these days!" The woman continued on excitedly, "And once it's in someone's ass it takes control of them..."

The young man looked unimpressed, but the woman continued on, "some say it made people obey orders, some say it changed their personality entirely, and others talk of strange compulsions while wearing it. Some reports even include physical transformations! But always the poor soul with that plug in their ass was caught - unable to remove it voluntarily, at the mercy of its whims."

"C'mon, that's not real. Mind control, magic imps... And nobody would use a buttplug of all things, I mean how would it even work?" The woman just shrugged in response.

"There's hundreds of reports from all over the world, across all of human history." She motioned to the book again. "Some are reports from people freed from its clutches, or from those who used it on others - even a few who used it voluntarily. And anyways, what do you care? The book is there for entertainment, true or not. You going to buy it? Five dollars!"

The young man considered just a moment, "uh yeah, sure." Whatever would get him out of this creepy store and away from this crazy woman. They went back to the register and he left with the book in hand.

The woman watched him leave, then went back to the shelves chuckling. She raised her hand and another copy of the book poofed into existence. "Kids these days..." and she put the book on the empty part of the shelf to wait for the next customer.

The young man went home, sat on his sofa and opened the book to a random page.