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machoninja334 — Parr-t of the Plan
Published: 2018-06-17 05:16:36 +0000 UTC; Views: 4896; Favourites: 53; Downloads: 19
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((WARNING! Major Incredibles 2 spoilers ahead. Highly recommend you do this RP AFTER you see the movie. Unless you don’t care, and only want to do bad things with Elastigirl. Or pure things. Not sure. And yes, I’m back. Shortest break ever, I know. Credit to Liv-is-alive here on DA for the picture, happy to remove it if She’s is not okay with me using her pic!))Superheroes or Supers were finally legalized. Thanks to the efforts of the Parr family stopping Evelyn Deavor, or more commonly known as the Screenslaver, Supers were finally able to come out of hiding. Helen Parr, or Elastigirl was back to being a full time Super. With the Screenslaver behind bars, Helen thought that things were only looking up for her career. However, when someone as devilishly villainous as the Screenslaver is put behind bars, impersonation is bound to happen. You could only smile as Helen pulled off your newly upgraded Control Goggles from a citizen with a concerned mask of fear on her face. Elastigirl would once again serve the Screenslaver, but with you behind that mask this time.
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“You’re going to reach into that bag, and slip those goggles on your head. Like I said, only you interest me.”
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‘There’s no way I’m doing that!’ Did he think she was an idiot?
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“Hm. Those lovely children are watching TV right now. It’d be too easy, Helen...”
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She flinches at the sheer smooth creepiness of the voice. ‘F-Fine... Fine...’ She unzips the evidence bag, and, with trembling fingers, stretches out the headband, pulling the tight goggles over her mask, staring at the dark interior of them.
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“Don’t be scared. It’s just blankness...”
The eyes of goggles turn a light blue as the hypnosis is activated...
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The familiar warm glow washes over Helen, the hypnotic screen starting to shut down her thoughts, no matter how hard she fights...
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Everything begins to slip away, everything leaving her head except obedience....all she needs is to obey...
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Soon, Elastigirl is simply stood there, arms hanging limply by her side, jaw slack as she stares at the screen...
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(( Small Clip for Context, 28 seconds. Not much spoilers. All good if you’d rather not view it. youtu.be/togSOxrU2a8 ))
The Copycat steps out. His outfit looks exactly the same, so it’s not a bad mimicry.
“How do you feel?”
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((Oh wowwww...))
‘Obedient...’ Helen’s voice is blank and monotone. ‘I feel obedient...’
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((It’s pretty fantastic.))
“Excellent. You look extremely beautiful with those goggles on. If I may add.”
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It’s not an order, so she doesn’t respond, she simply stares and lets the blue screen take control of every single mental process she has.
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“Come with me.”
I don’t even acknowledge the possibility of her still resisting. I turn and walk back down the alley I came
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You likely don’t acknowledge it because it will never be a possibility again. Totally obedient, the stretchy superheroine follows after you, blank and docile.
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“In the passengers seat. We have much to discuss.”
I point her towards a normal looking vehicle parked in the alley
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She finds the vehicle unlocked, and gets in the right-hand side, still having not said a single word...
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“Now be honest with me, how does being mind controlled make you feel Helen?”
I ask her
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‘Obedient. Being mind-controlled makes me feel obedient.’ To be fair, she is being honest.
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“Fair enough. Let’s see if we can change that. I want you to develop a fetish for being mind controlled and hypnotized...especially when it’s against your will...the idea of losing all independence and free will is so hot to you.”
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The necessary neurones in her head begin to get re-wired, the reprogramming swift, though not instant. Eventually, Mrs Parr nods. ‘I have a fetish for being mind controlled and hypnotised.’
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We arrive at a rundown looking warehouse, clearly a makeshift lair for the time being.
“Come with me. Let’s put that new state of mind to good use.”
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She nods wordlessly, still following every single one of your footsteps as you head into the lair.
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I gesture to a chair.
“Take a seat.”
I toss her a small bit of rope.
“Tie yourself in.”
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Another nod - she heads to the rickety wooden chair, and, sitting her elastic ass down, she begins to knot herself in as tight as she possibly can...
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When she’s done, I remove the goggles. This time, she’s got a new fetish in play. And she’s ‘captured’ by the villain who could play to this fetish in the best possible way...
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Immediately, she bursts into life, sounding as angry as she can. ‘What have you done to me?! Where are Dash and Violet?!’
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“At home. Not a hair on their heads will be touched...”
I reassure her.
“Why don’t we talk a bit, Helen. You’re back doing hero work full time now, that surely must be stressful and taxing on the mind.”
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The mind? Helen shivered internally. Secretly, she hoped he had something planned for her mind? ‘Why are you talking about that...?’
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“Well, as you’ve clearly understood. I work in matters of the mind. And your mind is particularly interesting. You’re stressed Helen, trying to balance being a hero and a mother. That’s hard work...”
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Was he trying to talk her into a trance? Oooh, she so hoped he was... If he was, she was going to put up some resistance...
‘No, actually - unsurprisingly, I’ve built up some pretty tough mental fortitude...’
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“Are you sure about that? Your daughter struggling with the troubles of being a teenager, your son struggling with mathematics, and you, trying to balance it all on those stretchy limbs....some day, you’re just going to break Helen..”
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She grits her teeth. ‘Don’t you dare talk about my kids... And I won’t break - that’s my whole power! I stretch, I adapt, I make myself malleable to deal with any pressure.’
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“Physically, yes. But that brain doesn’t stretch. It can’t keep up with what your demanded of. You can’t adapt when so much is being thrown at you at once. I’m sure you’d like it if someone were to just...take control.”
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‘Take control?’ It’s not hard to tell that she wants that soooo badly. ‘Never. That’s ridiculous. And even if I did, it certainly wouldn’t be someone like you!’
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“And why’s that Helen? I’m an expert in my field...my technology could rock that lovely little mind to its very core. In fact, I have a new pair of those goggles. Made just for you...”
I coo
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‘J-Just for me?’ Her voice cracks a little, the neediness seeping in. ‘D-Don’t patronise me... Don’t call it... My lovely little mind...’
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“Helen. I could show you a world of pleasure. Just behind a screen would lie your eternal happiness.”
I lay down a clearly improved version of the goggles she just had on, right in front of her bound self
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‘But... But... What if I don’t want a screen?’ She looks up at you. ‘What if I want something more intimate - a sexier type of mind control...’
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“Mm?”
I ask her, pushing her to describe her fantasies for me.
“Go on Helen, you can tell me anything...”
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‘Well...’ It would ruin the fun if she told him everything at once, so... ‘Screens are just... So impersonal, aren’t they?’
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“I think they’re rather universally enchanting...but go on...”
I encourage her, softly and gently
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‘Well... Isn’t it a lot more intimate with a pocket watch... Or a pendant... Or the whole...’ She shudders briefly, a clear indicator of how much she loves the next idea. ‘The whole “look into my eyes, you are feeling very sleepy, your eyelids are getting heavy” shtick?’ She puts on a mocked-up, thick Russian accent for that last bit.
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“Perhaps you’re right.”
My head goes to my mask, and I remove it, revealing my face to her.
“Maybe I should get started....”
My eyes are an odd color, she’d have to look closely to see...
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She doesn’t even care about the Screenslaver’s secret identity - she just leans in close, desperate to be hypnotised into a deep slumber...
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“Do understand Helen, that when I deeply brainwash you. I’ll have to use the screens, but for this case, I think you’ve earned some eye contact from master....”
I pull up a chair. Sitting across from her.
“Keep staring. You can stretch your neck a bit closer to me if you want to get close...”
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Her elasticity makes such a feat incredibly easy, and soon her eyes are just inches from yours. Obviously, hers are a good deal less hypnotic, and a great deal needier...
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My stare never wavers. To her, it seems like I don’t even blink. I continue to stare endlessly into her eyes.
“Relax Helen. Begin to let all of your troubles, fears, and worries melt away...”
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It’s so easy to relax when listening to his voice... When staring into his intense, piercing eyes. She says nothing, but the tension visibly leaves her body...
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I gently Cup her chin, being a positive force driving her into trance.
“Let my personal touch melt away your mind, and melt away your resistance...”
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Already she can feel herself slipping. She wants to fight, but she just wants to slip. ‘No... Please... I’m slipping...’
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