#mindcontrolled

Originally posted on DeviantArt in 2023:

While I draw Pomni getting controlled and in possessed under by Gangle. I end up picturing JJSponge's character, Lottie, somewhat gets on hold and soon "gangled" just like Pomni. And something with this possession with all comes to lust and scenery she plans now as a sexy magician girl.~

And follows shortly after just doing some four doodles and her little approach to the Wonder Girl's boyfriend. And well as using her victim's magic to reveal a more lustfully body of the poor magician girl. But who will ever know.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33180379

Folded up under blankets as he recovers, struggling with the questions of how to fold his new identity into his understanding of himself, where Loki really wants to be is folded into the arms of the confused and hurting human who has saved his life... and whom he wants to save in return.

Author: Losyark

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 6,595

The better part of a decade had elapsed since the late King T’Challa revealed Wakanda to be an unbelievably advanced society thriving on hoarding Vibranium for centuries. Then, an alien called “Thanos” sent the universe spiraling into chaos. Trillions were erased from existence within an instant, but not the already long-presumed dead Doctor Whitehall.

It was HYDRA’s turn to thrive in secret once more. Some technology had been recovered from the weakened Wakandans. Only a rare few strike teams ever survived the attempted incursions during those five years, but it was enough. Enough to repair and rebuild at the new hidden fortress on the East Coast.

Whitehall still preferred the covert laboratories they had established in Delaware over a decade earlier. He was a bit nostalgic for it even, as it was where he had made the first real breakthroughs in twisting the minds of then S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives like Agent 33.

However, once a major facility was burned, there was no reclaiming it. S.W.O.R.D. and probably even a few Avengers kept tabs to ensure defunct HYDRA bases stayed shuttered. It was too great of a risk, especially when all HYDRA personnel had been halved with the rest of the world during that time.

Although, Whitehall had finally found closure upon the successful capture of Jemma Simmons about a year earlier. She and the rest of that holdover S.H.I.E.L.D. team had made matters personal, and now, he had made her comply. Her partner, Leopold Fitz, was also extracted and secured in a black site.

The new HYDRA fortress, however, was encased in massive, cloaked paneling reverse engineered from Wakanda’s dome shielding. To the outside, Fortress Alveus was just another low mountain in northern Jersey; uninteresting and completely off-grid.

However, HYDRA was being faced with a more serious development at present. One far worse than the usual leak or any other inevitable breaches.

*****

Upon a quiet evacuation of all high-ranking HYDRA officers from the current headquarters in lower Manhattan, Whitehall had opted to take the long way--a drive in his personalized armored SUV.

The interior passenger bay was walled off from the driver. Whitehall had it optimized for maximum discretion. A custom lead casing would interrupt any x-ray equipment and rendered the space completely soundproof. Heavily tinted windows also prevented anyone from peering inside directly.

Dr. Whitehall turned to Kate with an expectant look. “Do we have the report?“ he asked, his voice sharp but controlled.

Kate nodded, her eyes fixed on him. “Yes, Doctor,” she replied, her empty voice was steady despite the gravity of the situation. “Jemma sent over all relevant materials regarding the Skrull threat.“

She paused before continuing, “Doctor Simmons believes mandatory blood screenings for all HYDRA personnel should be implemented right away.“

Whitehall contemplated the implications of the proposal and its potential for further exposure. He knew that HYDRA's security had already been compromised and that drastic measures were necessary to root out any of these shapeshifters within their ranks.

HYDRA, a covert organization actively continuing its work in the shadows, infiltrating and sabotaging global superpowers, was now likely being infiltrated, too. The irony was not lost on him.

“I agree. Give Simmons the go-ahead,” Whitehall ordered.

“Yes Doctor,” she replied with a subtle nod before approving the proposal with a few swipes on her tablet and a quick signature.

Locking the screen, she clasped the tablet with both hands over her bare legs and resumed her thoughtless stare. Not long ago, Kate had been excited to join the other heroes in protecting New York.

None of that mattered now of course. Her new purpose was to comply.

“Here,” the doctor handed Kate a pair of black earbuds.

Kate met his gaze before accepting the buds without question. She slipped one in each ear, quickly letting out an empty sigh as the triggering frequencies pulled her under.

The rhythmic sounds and subliminal commands were designed to immediately overwhelm the cerebral and auditory cortexes largely through the parietal lobe. The combination of powerful tones made for an intense sensory experience. It was efficient.

Deep breaths. Relax. Calm your mind. Drift. Let go. You know what’s best.

The brainwashed Doctor Simmons deemed it necessary to increase the intensity for any audio reinforcement programming in absence of the visual stimulation usually afforded by screens or VR headsets.

Kate sank against the headrest as her eyes glazed over--already staring blankly at the SUV’s ceiling. A low moan escaped her lips. Whitehall reached for her, brushing Kate’s side bangs back to confirm the girl’s pupils had indeed dilated. He was very pleased.

No thoughts. No will. Only surrender. You will find meaning. What’s best is you comply.

More rhythmic tones interwoven with subtle, drawn-out whispers seemed to penetrate every fiber of Kate’s being. These were no ordinary frequencies either--these were carefully crafted subliminal commands designed to systematically reshape thoughts and memories.

You will find release. Comply. Compliance will be rewarded.

Kate's eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered herself to the hypnotic symphony playing within her mind. The car and the world around her faded away as she fell into the depths of trance induced by Simmons' advanced conditioning sequence.

Don’t think. Forget. You will find peace. Compliance is all that matters. Comply. Obey.

Time lost its meaning within the realm of Kate's bent unconscious mind. She felt totally weightless against the soft headrest, completely immersed in mindless obedience.

Freedom is not real. Only your compliance. You must comply. You will comply. You want to obey. You will obey.

Leaning closer, the doctor ran his hand down her now-limp arm, before trailing back up her soft white dress, each caress calculated and deliberate. He squeezed her firm, full breasts and lingered on her hardening nipples, reveling in their responsiveness to his touch. “Such a good girl.”

Whitehall finally indulged himself.

He set her tablet aside and snaked his free hand under the U-cut dress,eliciting a gasp from Kate’s parted lips.

HYDRA is the future. HYDRA is your future. Forever.

Her mind went completely blank as ecstasy began washing over her in waves. Whitehall sent shivers down Kate's spine as his fingers skillfully explored her slit. Her hips instinctively rocked against his hand.

She wanted more--needed more. She needed to comply.

Obey. Comply. Serve. Submit. Find release.

Whitehall whispered huskily into Kate's ear. “Are you ready to comply?”

The sensations that coursed through Kate's body were unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Waves of pleasure cascaded from Whitehall’s touch, igniting a lustful desire for him. The doctor was her whole world now.

“H-happy t-t-tooo…” she trailed off, her breathing getting heavier as she gripped the seat tighter.

Whitehall enjoyed the twisted pleasure in knowing that he had reduced her to this. It was an intoxicating thrill afforded by the work and envied by his colleagues.

The new conditioning had quickly taken hold of Kate's psyche, weaving its tendrils into the very fabric of her being. The once free-spirited young woman now embraced every suggestion and command with an insatiable need for compliance. Her compliance would be rewarded.

Simmons' new reinforcement sequence had seamlessly merged with Dr. Whitehall's pre-existing programming. The amalgamation of soothing ethereal voices echoed in Kate’s head, and her deeply hypnotized mind accepted the conditioning without resistance. She knew what was best.

Not even five minutes had passed before Kate’s blank eyes opened wide for a moment before quickly rolling into the back of her head. Her parted lips started to fall open more as she moaned louder.

“Y-yes! M-must obey! C-comply…happy to-uhhhhh…obeyssserve… mmDoctor w-Whitehall!” Kate's speech slurred as the audio conditioning intensified further and Whitehall’s skilled hand caused her back to arch involuntarily against the seat. He knew exactly how she liked to be touched. It was as if every nerve ending within her had awakened at once–creating an explosion that shook her warped psyche to its foundations.

Whitehall listened intently as Kate's ragged breathing and affirmations of obedience and submission filled the car. Kate rocked her head side to side as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

It was too much.

She came, hard, and Whitehall held his favorite slave close as she rode it out. Kate finally collapsed back into him, nuzzled into her perfect Doctor.

In her altered state induced by the pleasure-infused programming, softer words escaped from between Kate’s parted lips only semi-coherently: “Yes,“ she whispered breathlessly amid lower gasps and moans, “I s-submit…I obey...I’m-mm…happy to c-comply…“

The file continued to loop--its seductive whispers echoed through her consciousness now assisting in forever twisting her mind. Her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths, completely spent. A thin line of drool ran down her chin, and the doctor wiped it away with his thumb before redirecting the girl’s empty gaze back at him.

He stared into those blank blue eyes for perhaps too long before finally kissing her deeply. She happily kissed him back, a faint smile almost spreading across her face before nestling back into him again.

Kate’s phone buzzed beside her.

Whitehall watched as Kate’s eyes snapped open and regained focus instantly as her mind switched gears to answer the call. He withdrew his hand from her very wet clit and stopped pleasuring the beautiful young agent so she could answer.

It was Clint Barton, or “Hawkeye” calling her. He of course had no idea Kate was now Doctor Whitehall’s brainwashed slave, serving him and HYDRA. Finally answering, she placed the phone on speaker. “Hey, Clint?”

“Kate? Kate where are you??” Hawkeye asked with urgency in his voice, clearly alarmed.

“I’m at my apartment” she lied, but Kate knew Clint trusted her enough not to snoop or double check. “Why what’s going on??”

Whitehall observed closely as she seamlessly switched from intense pleasure to deception within seconds—a testament to her training and unwavering loyalty. He marveled at Kate’s ability to maintain composure after so much stimulation and still play her role flawlessly. It was clear that his conditioning had indeed molded her into the perfect operative.

“You know that Russian strike team that tried to take out Ritson??”

“Yeah?” she replied.

“They were Skrulls!”

She paused. “What are-“ Clint cut her off.

“Some kind of new alien shapeshifters, Kate, I don’t know–but they’ve been replacing people. Rhodey was one of em!”

Kate paused for effect again and glanced over at Whitehall who offered a subtle smirk. She played the part of her former self perfectly.

“Like, the guy who tried to throw you guys in jail, Rhodey? Colonel Rhodes??” she asked.

“Yeah, look you should lay low for a while. These things- or people…I guess, could be after any of us.”

“O-kay… w-what about you? Are you at the safehouse?”

“Yeah, hey maybe you should be too. I can send the jet if you want,” Clint replied.

“No, that’s okay. Hey, remember I still have Yelena’s emergency pager thingy if things go sideways,” Kate added, knowing full-well that Agent Belova was already secretly a loyal HYDRA slave like her.

“Ok…you call me if you need anything. This is real invasion of the body snatchers shit alright?”

“I will,” she replied, and Barton hung up.

“Well done, Ms. Bishop,” Whitehall said, taking Kate’s phone from her hand as her face relaxed, resuming her distant, blank stare.

The doctor slipped his right hand gently behind the girl’s slender neck. “Rest, sleep” he said gently but firmly into Kate’s ear. He reached over with his left arm, tugging on her hand. Kate’s pretty blue eyes quickly fluttered before slamming shut as her head fell to her chest. Her breathing went steady as her chest rose and fell in an even rhythm again.

Whitehall released his right hand and caressed her incredible body one more time on the way down. Finally, he settled on her bare thigh and let her sleep, eventually pulling Kate back into him to support her.

“Kate Bishop,” the blonde said playfully in a thick Russian accent upon greeting the pair. The ex-Black Widow’s slender figure was accentuated by a tight black tactical suit. Her blonde hair was done up in elaborate braids.

Yelena Belova still enjoyed teasing Kate just like when they first met. Lingering affinities would often persist in strong-willed subjects despite the intense programming. “It’s so good to see you…”

“You too, Agent Bel-“ Yelena suddenly lunged for the younger girl, grabbing Kate’s wrist and jerking her forward, bringing her in for a soul-searing kiss.

Whitehall found it amusing. This was becoming a common occurrence for his favorite young slave.

Yelena and the other freed Black Widows failed to consider that dormant traces of Dreykov’s chemicals still remained rooted in their DNA.

The residual traces left them especially vulnerable to the Faustus method and Whitehall’s drugs. It didn’t take much to reduce the former assassin back to the obedient agent she already was for the Red Room program. However, the doctor had made sure to not make her so robotic like before.

Upon programming Yelena, Whitewall was also surprised to discover the ex-Black Widow operative’s desire for Kate. He had been aware of their mutual affinity, but with the shackles of free will removed, Belova was freely indulging herself without refrain.

Kate nearly lost her balance as her free hand wrapped around the small of Yelena’s back.

She pressed into the Russian beauty and submitted fully to her. Whitehall did Kate the courtesy of slipping the tablet out of her left hand while Agent Belova had her way.

The two women gasped and moaned between kisses as they grinded against one another. Yelena moved down to begin kissing Kate’s neck as she tugged at the straps of the white dress-

“We’ll see you tonight, Agent,” the doctor finally said, raising his voice a little to finally interrupt the smaller woman’s unrelenting lust.

He snapped his fingers, and Yelena instantly broke away and snapped to attention. Her hands fell limply at her sides--eyes blank.

“Yes, Doctor,” she replied in a soft monotone. She stared into the sky seeing nothing.

“Thank you,” Whitehall said before turning and giving Kate her tablet back as she caught her breath and fixed her dress.

Yelena regained awareness only after the pair had sauntered off. She smiled to herself and bit her lip, still savoring the taste left behind on her fingertips.