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Hypnovember 2023, Day 22: Betrayal(Diane Foxington corruption)
Themes: evil-washing / elaborate trap / bad end
Word count: 2,191
Spoilers for Dreamworks’s “The Bad Guys”!
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Diane Foxington creeps through dusty air ducts, blessedly able to hold in a sneeze. 

Her heart still races, even after all this time. To think she’s finally on the field again after all this time… it’s truly exhilarating. She just hopes she hasn’t gotten too rusty!

She reaches under her hood toward the base of her ear, to ensure the comms device is still safely nestled there. Mr. Marmalade, that sweet little guinea pig, had given it to her, as he confided to her in secret about something he’d discovered… Apparently some dastardly machine had been created, capable of subjugating the whole city… he was vague on details, but the threat was quite credible.

She wonders if he knew exactly WHO he was talking to… it sounded like he just wanted to get the word out, but luckily, she’s someone who can actually DO something about it.

A guard in full tactical gear marches down the hallway beneath her, oblivious. Behind him, she can make out a small dark room, some strange object contained within a glass case… 

That has to be it. The mysterious device.

She cautiously pushes the grate open, and flips down toward the ground with barely a sound. She strides toward that dark room, and pauses, chuckling to herself. Those laser emitters stood out immediately… she would’ve expect something a little more clever(and original) than that!

She whips a small spray can off her belt, and creates a soft, near-transparent mist throughout the room. The chaotic laser grid surrounding the device becomes exposed like the cliche little relic it is. She giggles to herself again, and expertly weaves through the tight spaces between those lasers, maneuvering adeptly toward her prize.

She still can’t quite make out what the thing is, but… right now it doesn’t really matter. She was told that once she got right up close to it, she had to press a specific button on her earpiece, so that it would disable whatever touch-based security systems remained. Again, light on specifics there, but Marmalade could certainly be trusted…

Glancing about to double-check that no one’s coming, she reaches up and presses the tiny button.

Whirrrr-click! Chunk!

Huh…? What’s that attaching itself to her head-??

BZZZZZZZT!!

A deafening buzzing fills her ears, both of them. She gasps and collapses, clutching her head. She can feel a cold metal clasp of sorts gripping her cranium, forcibly inserted thick earpieces that assault her senses with powerful, vibrating waves.

She dimly registers blaring alarms around her, barely audible over that buzzing. It dulls her mind, numbs her senses, and stills her motion. She’s all but paralyzed by the bizarre sound.

Even more alarmingly… a voice in her head, cutting straight through the noise. A terribly familiar one at that.

“Diane, dear… Truly sorry to have to do this so unscrupulously.”  “M… Marma… lade…?” She barely croaks out the word, her shock only barely piercing the cloud in her head.

“Mhm! I’m afraid so!”  There was ENTIRELY too much glee in that affirmation. The horror of what’s happening truly sets in, as best it can through that brutal static.

Marmalade had… set her up??

“See you soon~”

W-wait, what’s happening now? She feels it… almost burrowing into her scalp. Not painfully, but… 

Her thoughts are jerked away from her in an instant. She gasps and spasms as pure EMPTINESS washes over her, urging her to lie still, don’t act on anything, accept whatever comes.

The alarm start to fade back into her awareness.

N-no… gotta… escape…

With every ounce of will left in her body, she pulls herself groggily to her feet, moaning with exertion. She feels the additional weight on her head as she stumbles into the doorway. Can’t think about the device anymore. Can’t…

A guard stands directly in front of her only way out, a nefarious smirk on his face. In his hand is not a weapon, but a suspicious looking remote.

Gotta… take this guy… out…

She assumes what resembles a fighting stance, takes one shaky step forward…

The guard presses the button.

STOP.

The booming voice in her head quashes all directives of motion, combat, resistance.  Her arms droop, and she stares ahead blankly. She stands perfectly straight, perfectly still, her will to flee forcefully drained from her.

“Ahhh, and theeeere we have it! How marvelous~”

A soft pitter patter of tiny footsteps, along with an all too familiar voice, announces a certain guinea pig’s presence. He trots in from a nearby hallway, flashing a smile with none of the soft charm she’s always known him for.

“There she is!! The legendary Crimson Paw. Ohhhh, what an honor for you to grace us with your presence! I knew I could count on you.”

His sultry voice echoes through the sterile hallways, then booms in Diane’s head the instant after, creating a disorienting echo effect… as though her mind is emphasizing his voice.

He swipes the remote from the guard… HIS guard… and skitters up to the captured thief, admiring her shapely black-clad form. Despite his size, he sure does manage to project a degree of control, somehow. Diane strains as much as she can against the helmet’s control… which is to say, she occasionally twitches and grunts, otherwise held in place by that implacable command.

Her eyes bore down at him, projecting as much betrayal and fury as she can muster. But her mind is so, so hazy…

“See, I have an offer for you, O legendary thief… you could say it’s- eheh, an offer you can’t refuse!!”

He takes a few seconds to cackle viciously to himself, further shattering that innocent facade he’s always maintained.

“Ahah, sorry, couldn’t help myself. Buuuut, I meant what I said. You’re going to serve me now, Diane Foxington. You’re going to obey me completely!!”

He mockingly presses a button on the remote as if by accident. The machine gripping her cranium flashes a few lights, and delivers a shock directly to her brain. She spasms and moans, swaying but unable to collapse due to her order. Wh-why… why does it feel so good…?

“Ohh, it’s nothing personal, I promise.  It’s just that you were… a real thorn in my side, you understand. So many brilliant and subtle maneuvers for power, but there YOU always were getting in the way, ‘representing the common people!’ Ugh! Well, we won’t be having any more of that.”  He leans in as close as he can manage with that tiny form, grinning savagely. “See… I can’t exactly remove you, being in the position you are… but with this, I can remove whatever part of you I don’t like. Your brain is all mine!! Hahaha!!”

He presses it again. Another shock, more stimulation right where it counts. Diane can feel her thoughts being hijacked, overridden. She… she serves Marmalade… wait, no-!

Another shock. She shudders, whining softly. Her hand trembles, attempting to reach for her crotch by instinct. What is she doing…??

“Oh, don’t be shy! Go on. Take it in. Enjoy the ride~”  Her posture finally relaxes, and the next shock has her sprawling onto the ground, desperately rubbing her clit through the suit, panting and moaning without shame. How could she lose control like this…?  A desperate vestige of her own self speaks faintly. It tells her she’s not held in place anymore. She could run away, escape…!  But no, boss told her to enjoy this. And why shouldn’t she? It feels so… so damn good…

She dimly notices she called Marmalade “boss” in her mind.. That shouldn’t be right.

But that’s what he is.

Another shock. She whines like the animal she is, feeling another part of her slip away.

Her very moral fiber is assaulted by a flood of new thoughts.

She should do whatever Marmalade tells her to. But she’s the mayor, she can’t just let someone con… trol…  Yes. Yes she can. She obeys. no matter what he expects of her, she does as told.

Another shock. The fabric in the crotch of her suit begins to soak with her fluid. 

She can vaguely see Marmalade watching her go with a devilish glee. If he’s happy, then… she…

She should be too.

Another shock. She finds herself almost roaring, a twisted little smile finding its way onto her face. This is so much fun!!

It feels so right to give in. To toss all values aside, and indulge. Submit.

This wasn’t like her at all… but now it is. She is whatever her boss wants.

What she was doesn’t matter anymore. Her own will is irrelevant.

And that mere thought makes it feel SO much better.

She writhes with bliss, panting and aggressively pleasuring herself there on the ground. Her mind in shambles, her will folding in with Marmalade’s own.

Another shock. Then another. And another. Each stronger than the last.

She howls and spasms, losing her mind and going complete slut mode. She drools onto the marble floor, her eyes rolling upward with ecstasy.

In that moment, she craves one thing only. 

To be bent to Marmalade’s will completely.

The machine delivers one final shock, this one strong enough to send visible streaks of electricity arcing straight through her head. 

Her mind breaks completely. She screams, and lets the floodgates open. The claws of the machine, both figurative and literal, have her mind entirely in its clutches.

And it will never let go again.

She is his.

With a long, protracted groan, she relaxes onto the marble floor, her hand falling limp from her pussy. Her tongue hangs out, gushing with drool.

“Ohhh, what a show, what a show!!”

Marmalade squeals with delight. Allowing only a fleeting moment of rest, he speaks loud and clear:  “Stand up.”  Diane, or what’s left of her, instantly reacts to the command, and gets shakily to her feet, suit dripping underneath. She looks dazed and lopsided, stance uneven and maw dripping, eyes unfocused. She still musters a very familiar, sinister grin.

“Yes… boss?~”

“Ooh, wow, that’s a mite bit creepy actually. Let’s, uhhh…”  He presses a small button, giving her another little shock just to stimulate her senses. She jolts a bit, coming to full lucidity. She wipes herself off and corrects her stance, before addressing him again.  “Sorry, boss. I lost control there, but I’m all ready for you now.~”  “Yes, wonderful wonderful! Tell me, Ms. Foxington, how do you feel?”  She takes a deep, satisfied breath, a far colder demeanor to her than before.

“I feel incredible, boss. Ahhh, your control is like… the most liberating thing I’ve ever felt! I’m sorry I ever worked against you.”  “Oh, not at all! Fear not my lady, you can make it up to me in spades! I believe once your, ehm… conveniently timed vacation is up, you have business to attend to, with your… duties, and all?”  “Oh, yes. I do have a town to run, don’t I…? Mmm. I’m guessing you’ll have some input on that, boss.”  Marmalade cackles. “As sharp as ever, Ms. Mayor! Gosh, you’re gonna be the best asset I could ever ask for! Oh my… the town might as well be mine already! Ohhhhhh, how exciting!!”

Diane chuckles. It’ll be wonderful to see what he has in mind for her sprawling city. It’s not truly hers anymore after all, not now that she’s subservient to him.

“Now, before you leave, let’s set the groundwork for our little… eheh… operation. Firstly, you know how to behave your normal self I hope?”  Immediately, the evil grin disappears from her face. She adopts the calm, stoic, yet encouraging look she always presents to the cameras; a hollow shadow of her former self, now completely stamped out.

“Mhm. I can do that. I dare anyone to insinuate I’d let anyone engage in petty corruption on my watch!”  “Perfect, perfect! Now, for that helmet… best to wind that down into its more discreet setting, can’t have anyone getting suspicious can we!”  The malicious look seeps back into her face as she instinctively reaches for a button on her brainwashing helmet, causing it to immediately fold down into a tiny device behind each ear, nearly imperceptible.

“Excellent~ Still able to hear my, eh, cheerful little voice wherever you are. Always within arm’s reach!”  “As I should be, boss~”

“Good good good! Well now, don’t let me keep you waiting! You’d best get back to your hide- er, home, don’t you think?”  “Of course, sir! You never approached me with that tidbit, and I never came here trying to steal a device. In fact… what device?~”  Marmalade nods appreciatively, and beckons for his guard to step aside. They clear the way for her to stroll right on out, seeking out the secret submarine she’d arrived in. 

She can already hear Marmalade in her head, yakking about his cruel ambitions for wealth and power. The voice that once subtly irritated her now fuels her drive to obey and submit. 

Just like that, the city’s most dedicated and influential fighter for justice has been turned into an eager puppet for its greatest force of evil.

It looks like this mission was a complete success~