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Helen woke up surrounded by the smell of incense and cold; the incense in particular seemed familiar, yet she couldn't quite place it.
Her hands and feet were bound behind her back, and, if she hadn't been gifted by her inhuman flexibility, she would have most definitely been aching at the joints. Everything was cold, though, cold enough to reduce her elasticity to a mere flair.
After a moment of stressful confusion and mindless struggle, she figured that she had probably been captured by one of her many enemies. Yet none had popped up in her hazy mind; most were prisoners somewhere, others she wished she had killed before they escaped.
An un-hero thing to think about, but she had done so many times before.
She couldn't hear a thing beyond her own breathing and struggle. She was on her belly, trying to connect the dots as to which depraved sicko would display her up like that. She could feel herself wearing nothing but underwear and what she hoped was not a sleeping gown.
Right, she had gone to sleep before waking up like that, so maybe it was her sleeping gown after all.
"Is anyone there?" She shouted, feeling ridiculous. If a villain had gotten her, then it meant she was in a soundproof room, basement, or whatever the fuck a villain gets creative with.
She was human. She reminded herself, so of course, she would do illogical things during stressful situations.
"Oh, look at you."
That voice. Hoarse. Feminine. A pang of familiarity and relief hit Helen's chest before she could fully remember it, before that relief turned to anxious worry.
"Evelyn."
Right. She was the sister of her new employer, the one she had gotten so well with, the one who had made her question more things in a few months than she had in 40 years.
"Hi, Hel, I had been missing your voice."
By consequence—or stupid attachment—Helen couldn't believe herself for missing hers in return. As if she hadn't listened to it every day for what felt like years compressed into four months, she missed it.
"Did..." Helen didn't want to think of it, yet it made sense. The technology, the screen hacking, it all pointed to her. "You did this..."
"Don't sound so sad." Movement. "You already knew it, just didn't want to believe it."
Helen felt her lungs ache with the cold, yet she bet it was more this sense of betrayal than anything else; she hoped it was.
"Why?"
"The world is broken enough that people leave their sacred little lives in the hands of those born with advanced genetics, like that could ever be healthy." She sounded closer and half-annoyed. "Humans are wicked in many ways, some more than others." She scoffed in that marvelous deep tone of hers. "Heroes are human." She was right in front of her.
The sudden touch made Helen jump, trying to get away from it and failing.
"Shh..." A big, yet slender hand cupped Helen's cold cheek. "Villains are also just that." She continued as a thumb caressed in the form of lazy circles. "No need for powers to hate something so much you would tear the world down to see that thing burn."
Helen almost lost herself to the warmth of Evelyn, of her caressing hand. Helen was cold, and Evelyn was giving her something she didn't know she needed so much as to consider her words.
"You know it so well, Hel." Her touching hand went to hook her chin. "You have darkness in you. One that has been pushed back down so many times it has become a habit." She continued, letting go of Helen's numb chin.
Elastigirl leaned forward, searching it back, needing that warmth. Everything was cold, but Evelyn wasn't, even her words carried fire in the form of tasteful vitriol.
Unlike most villains, she carried a purpose that Helen understood well, one she could almost even resonate with.
Yet the haze started to wear off, and her heroic duty and rules of morality started to claw at the front of her skull.
"What did you do to me?" It was the first coherent thing she could ask.
"Nothing much." Evelyn half-chuckled. "Just took you away early and saved myself the trouble of fighting you."
"What?"
A gasp.
Evelyn's soft fingers touched her bound ankles, going down her leg to her calves.
"Remember that night? The one we don't talk about?" She stirred at the right places; Helen already knew that ; she had been there before as Evelyn and her brother fought. The genius' words were sharp and cut deep.
"Evelyn, what are you trying to get at? Why am I here?" Helen blurted out, trying not to remember, trying not to feel the warmth of that hand.
"The night you didn't go back to Bob and your boring life." Evelyn continued. "The night you—"
"Stop." Helen breathed as Evelyn's hands traced heat up and down her leg. Being unable to see made every sound loud and crisp, every touch feel heavy and full.
"Hmph." Evelyn stopped moving that hand. "The touching or the talking?" She was smirking, and Helen just knew it.
"Let me go, Evelyn. There's still a chance to make things right. You don't have to—"
"Do you tell that to all the criminals you face, or just the ones you drunkenly kiss?" Evelyn said against her ear—voice like hellfire and velvet.
"I... didn't—"
"What? Mean it? I mean, of course you did, I made sure to seduce you enough for it to be your choice to make."
"Seduce?" Helen was trying to pick up on sounds all around, to get an idea of where she was, of where Evelyn was, but, beyond that, trying to remember their interactions, the when, and the how—
"I've been doing so since we met. Flirting. The way you blush is cute, Helen, darling." Her hand was on the small of her back, and Helen struggled to break free.
"Shh, let it be, honey." Evelyn snickered, moving her hand up her spine, drawing shivers and more, sneaky warmth. "You're mine." She whispered into her ear.
Helen felt herself stiffen as her legs tried to move, to somehow run away. Which, by all means, was not heroic at all. "Let go." She groaned, but her muscles weren't strong or—ridiculously—flexible at all.
"Every Super has their weakness." Evelyn caressed Helen's inner thigh.
Helen could barely feel it there, yet it multiplied the more it moved, slowly awakening her numb skin. It was a cold type of burn, a soft one that nibbled slowly.
"Really?" Helen spat, trying to ignore it. To ignore all of it. She had escaped tricky situations many times before. She could do so again.
"Oh, come on, doll. You can curse, I already heard you do so before, remember?" Evelyn pinched her inner thigh, not too forcefully but enough to cause a small sting.
"Sh—that, hey!" Helen didn't want to amuse her.
"There it is, see? You almost had it." Evelyn chuckled, and Elastigirl couldn't believe how it made her body come even more alert, almost hopeful... it was familiar; her voice, her chuckle, even the warmth of her skin.
Helen couldn't remember the last time she had been touched so much without it being sexual. Evelyn would touch, put an arm around her, hold her wrist, even when she laughed, she would graze her.
Helen found it endearing. She liked it and that's why, whenever they hugged, she dragged a little longer than what could be considered normal. It felt... nice. Like she needed that closeness.
Had Evelyn calculated for that need to sprout within her? Had she measured her actions so much as to make sure Helen would miss her touch the moment they parted ways?
"Anyway, where was I?" Her hand kept moving up and down her thigh. "You have several weaknesses, doll." Evelyn continued.
The cold was bearable, yet she couldn't stretch herself, couldn't use her powers. Helen jittered a little as she tried to move.
"Of course, I'm not really touching some of them. I'm not that cruel." Evelyn continued as if she wasn't bothered by her futile struggle. "Some of your weaknesses are very interesting, though. Those I am definitely getting my hands on." Her hand salaciously traced the outer shape of her panties, barely grazing between her thighs, then up her ass, and rested on the middle of her back.
Feeling panic and something dizzying inside, Helen gasped. Like warm, mild acid running down her spine, into her bones, making her body feel both numb and alive.
"Stop, Ev—"
"Helen." Evelyn said lowly, casually, calmly. It made Helen shut her mouth and pay attention.
"You enjoyed the freedom I gifted." Her voice was crisp. "The freedom you had been craving for a while."
"I didn't—"
"Shh."
A hand held Helen roughly by the neck, making her lean a little backwards. It made her body hurt a little, given the cold.
"You told me about your fantasies... dark delight."
Helen struggled to breathe as the other hand slythered to the front of her torso, to her breasts. It circled one, barely gracing its form.
"You have darkness in you. One we share." Evelyn continued, massaging one of Helen's breasts slowly, feeling the nipple stiffen and grow. "Killing..." she whispered to her ear before letting go at once.
Helen gasped for air, feeling warm all over, feeling the contrast against the cold.
"You like to imagine how it would be to kill certain villains; to not let them have the possibility of escape. That's so... me. But I have a slightly different point of view."
Helen didn't want to talk about it.
"That doesn't matter." Helen's breathing started to calm down slowly. "It's a normal thing to think."
"We are dark creatures. Humans. Of course, it is normal, that's why we have laws." She half chuckled. "Yet, you, my darling," she hooked Helen's chin up. "Have the power to get away with it."
Helen knew it; it made her body tingle whenever getting into combat with a villain who was dangerous enough to imagine them breaking out of prison and wanting to not let it be a possibility.
"Your point?" Helen wanted to divert, to make time, to somehow free herself from those bindings and—
"That's the freedom you really want, dear." The woman's hooking hand went back to her throat, pressing, holding, but not really choking.
"You like danger, but you prefer being the danger others fear." Her other hand worked the other breast, getting excited as Helen's nipple perked up. "And you like dangerous people too. Ones with shadows wrapped around them like silk."
"Aren't you too high up on your horse?" Helen countered, trying to ignore how the hold on her throat didn't feel... wrong.
"Do you put me there, honey?" Again, against her ear. The vibration of her voice sent shivers around her slow-waking body. "Because you definitely like the view from below."
"What? That doesn't even—"
"You forgot your suit has a camera." Evelyn interrupted, once again ridding her of touch. "The one I built for you." She cupped both breasts with her hands and Elastigirl felt them react. "You did something very interesting after I went away that morning."
Elastigirl's eyes widened, and even if Evelyn couldn't see them, she figured it had been the case.
"Remember what you did?"
"I didn't—I wasn't—"
"Shh." Evelyn pulled at the hardened nipples, making Helen whimper slightly. "You touched your lips, most likely remembering all the kissing..." One of her hands went back under her chin, thumb drawing circles, and a gasp. "And you touched here." Her other, naughty, hand squeezed, making Helen jump, her thigh muscles tensing and trying to close. "You obviously enjoyed yourself thinking of something... didn't you?"
"I didn't mean—"
"Oh, don't lie to yourself." Evelyn gave a soft yet whipping smack to Evelyn's right cheek.
"Shit," Breathed Helen. It had stung, making Helen dizzy.
"That's the Helen I know..." Evelyn smoothed the weight and hurt from the bound one's cheek, caressing softly. "Good girl."
Helen didn't want to react. She didn't, yet couldn't control the shivery sigh that came out, listening to those words of praise. She couldn't believe herself, didn't want to, and she shook her head. "No, no..." came out in mutters.
"What? You hate yourself for having such a kink?" Evelyn's hand thumbed the brunette's underlip. "I noticed that you love praise since we met." She said. "Especially coming from a woman." She traced a line from her chin to her neck. "More so if she has power over you."
The image of Mirage came into Helen's memory, if only for a moment.
"Stop..." Helen breathed deeply, trying to scrub those words, those intentions, the creeping feelings of upside-down ideas—things she should not imagine or consider.
"Really? But you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Her hand moved again, all the way back. It settled on top of Elastigirl's plump little ass. "Your muscles here tense so beautifully." Evelyn pushed the night gown up to the middle of her back, and Helen struggled.
Married, married...
Helen repeated in her mind, pivoting ideas away from certain areas she was terrified of exploring.
"Oh, nervous that I may find something interesting, Hel?" Evelyn caressed between her ass cheeks. "Like..."
"No, no—I'm married..." Helen blurted out, struggling and failing.
"Is that what you tell yourself, darling? Because you shouldn't feel as good as you do, right?" Evelyn half-chuckled. "Well..." she caressed between her legs, and Helen's body trembled.
Elastigirl's face was flushed; it reached her chest. Fingers traced lines where it was hot, where it hurt in a way it hadn't for years.
"Fuck..." Helen let out, feeling herself grow wetter as Evelyn moved that forsaken hand. She bit her underlip, suffocating a small whine.
"Yes." Evelyn laughed out against her ear before blowing on it, which made a flexible body shiver, made it feel more vulnerable and sensitive.
"I—stop... please." Helen's voice cracked. She was caught between panic and lust, something she had never experienced before. A fucked up kind of rush.
"Oh, but your body begs to differ, honey." She pushed her hand below her underwear.
"No-no-Ev, please—" Helen let out a gasp at the end of her complaint, avoiding the stiffening pleasure of having her clit stroked.
"Hel, you want this."
"I don't, I-I'm mar—"
"Married yet kissing me while drunk. Married yet touching yourself in my bed while thinking about it. Married yet wet as I have my hand between your legs."
Helen's body started to not feel as cold. Her hips were struggling to keep still against their need to do so.
"I—I am s-sorry-" Helen panted.
"Sorry for being a submissive slut?" Evelyn removed her hand and went to give her ass a small squeeze. "Nah, Hel." She traced circles at the top of her ass, cleaning the wetness off her fingers. "You shouldn't be."
Helen felt the tremor of her words all over her skin, seeping down to her bones, and it seemed to linger—to lure out liquid warmth and as equal shame.
"What do you want?" Helen said, already feeling desperate enough for something or other.
"You." Evelyn said before moving away again. "Oh, well, I do want many more things, but right now... yeah, you." She petted her crown, and Helen was shocked to realize that it felt good. "I want to own you, truly. And, for that to happen, dear, there needs to be some form of consent."
Helen sneered, anxious and all. It wasn't like she hadn't faced dangerous villains before, like her life hadn't been at risk before, in a different way.
And it was different. Too different. She hadn't found many villains trying to do more to her than punch, and shoot, and cut; nevertheless, she had been in rooms with men, she had slapped a few, punched a few others, wished she could choke the perversion off them.
Weirdly enough, male villains tended to be focused on bigger things, bigger pictures—or maybe she was the one picking her fights a certain way.
Female villains were rare, and she had never had the privilege to face one before.
Had she? Mirage wasn't really one, was she? Helen didn't even get to face her, not like a hero, anyway.
"I know, I know. Contradicting, but you're married, have children, and you still kissed me." Evelyn continued. Helen listened to something pop open. Then something liquid-like, moving.
Then everything stopped.
"You know what you should be sorry about, though, darling?" She casually pulled Helen's panties down, tense thighs moving to try and free themselves. "You should be sorry for repressing yourself so much." She touched Helen's asshole with creamed fingers.
It felt cold, Helen jumped.
"No, no-please—" Helen thrashed in weak attempts to get rid of the intruding hand.
"Should be sorry for marrying a guy in the hopes of being free. Because you obviously liked his darkness enough to do so, but he will not give you what you need. He isn't coded that way, is he?" Evelyn's lubbed hand stroked Helen's tightest place, softly, giving her time to—
Helen whimpered, biting her lower lip. It felt good. Why did it feel good?
"Shh, external stimulation is almost always effective, whilst internal can differ from body to body." Her fingers were swift, barely gracing the place they could push through.
"Ev... please..." Helen begged, holding back too many thoughts, words, feelings, and sounds.
"Shh, oh, look at you, you are starting to drip..."
Hele's mind glitched for a second, and, on that second, a small whine escaped her trembling mouth.
"No..no..." Helen mumbled out as she felt the intruding hand go lower and lower until a finger went right in.
Helen jolted with anger and carnal necessity.
"Stop..." she whimpered.
"Really?" Evellyn started to move as her other hand slithered across her lubbed asshole.
Helen bit down a moan, feeling like she needed more. She couldn't think straight, not then, not since she met Evelyn...
"Your body has been craving this, hasn't it?" Evelyn's sounded sweet, motherly, and clearly condescending; it made Helen want to bite back, made her want to push... to push, to push against her fingers as she fucked her harder.
"No...fuck..." Helen groaned as Evely pushed another finger and moved faster.
"You're getting tighter and wetter, doll." Evelyn said, going knuckles deep, hard and then coming almost out, then again, in measured, hard thrusts.
"Hah, Ev..." Helen's mind became blurry with the thought of her—of her mouth, of her hands, of those slender yet big, long fingers. They felt good; they filled her up nicely. "I have-" she moaned. "A husband, fucking hell..." Her hips were moving on their own, yet her position didn't help.
"You do. Look at you, playing trophy wife." Evelyn removed her fingers to play with Helen's clit. The movement was so swift that Helen could only start to complain before groaning in pleasure. Her other hand thumbed her asshole, coaxing even more sensitivity and pleasure all over. "I bet he doesn't even touch here. I bet his creativity starts and ends with the missionary—doggy style if he is feeling wild."
That was Bob. Always had been, and Helen, she... well, she—
"I bet you expected way more when you married."
Helen moaned, feeling defeated. How could she know so much with so little? Was she that observant? She was, wasn't she? So clever, humorous, witty, sexy, free... so much sp without the need of a man by her side.
"Tell me, Hel, were the kids your idea?"
"Don't bring them up–" Helen managed to bark, tense as she felt Ev's fingers going inside her with a hard push. "Fuck." She bit her lower lip, forehead, meeting the cold of whatever surface. She had been displayed on.
"Sore spot..." Evelyn sounded corteous, yet unapologetic.
She removed her hands and moved around the room, leaving Helen panting and grinding against nothing, hissing in frustration and defeat.
"I don't like him, Robert Parr. Egocentric and self-righteous hero," The word came out with genuine disgust. "Lousy husband, neglectful dad, and he is rather sexist if you haven't noticed."
Helen wanted to protest, but her mind was rather absent... open, absorbing Evelyn's voice and the meaning behind it. Her ears rang with what she could only describe as mental saturation.
Evelyn's words triggered memories. Bob didn't like spending time with the kids, he found it boring and, at times, even stressful. The times he did spend with them were to play-train with Dash, and watch a movie with Violet, usually about subjects he liked. Bob always prefered Dash, tha had been obvious since he was born. He had always wanted a boy. Violet was... not what he had imagined.
Her memories were cut short by more words, more meanings.
"I don't mind the kids; they are yours, after all. They deserve some respect. But you certainly wish you could get rid of them, don't you?" She touched a territory that threatened to make Helen snap at her.
"Don't—"
"Shh..." Evelyn's grip was back at her throat. Cold fingers soon became warm with the help of Helen's pulse. "Listen." Helen was being asphyxiated. "Okay?" The bound one nodded. "Good girl." She released her throat, letting Helen recover some of her mental footing. She cupped her cheek. "Tell me now, girl, if you could get rid of them," Helen wanted to protest. "eh, eh." Like claws, Evelyn grabbed Helen's face, squeezing her cheeks till it hurt a little. "If you could do it," She raised her voice and Helen remembered her mother for some reason. She listened, muscles starting to relax. "Knowing that they're safe, unharmed, by all means, okay; would you consider it?" She released her hold.
Helen gasped before freezing. Her mind took a moment to try to push sense into her, but it was already too late.
"See?" Evelyn chuckled as she said softly to her ear. Hands pushing her back by her shoulders, pushing her upright. Helen was on her knees, and she could feel her body... when had the room—"You want to escape." Her breath hit Helen's flushed, sweaty neck. It smelled of honey, mint cigarettes, and coffee.
Helen's mouth watered.
Evelyn's hand touched, bringing fire with them. They cupped Helen's sex and Helen couldn't believe herself as her legs spread further apart, wanting her there badly enough to hold her breath at the contact.
"You want to taste how it feels to be free..." Evelyn kissed her neck, once, twice, then she nibbled on a sensitive spot. "To be bad..."
"Ev..." Helen sighed, feeling shivers and heat.
"You want me to fuck you hard, to own you, want me to strap you good..."
"Fuck—" Helen moaned, moving her hips against Evelyn's pressure. "Please..."
"Want it bad?" She rubbed, and Helen jerked, groaning.
"Yes..." she sighed. It felt liberating to admit it, yet also constricting. It was as if Evelyn was chaining her, making a pact with her, one that Helen would probably have a hard, agonizing time trying to break free from.
"You have fantasized about me, haven't you?" Evelyn groaned against her neck, swiftly moving her hand between those soft, ever-bending legs.
It was embarrassing as fuck.
"Yeah..." Helen let out. Was she making a deal with the devil? It felt like it, burned like it...
Fucking incredible.
Evelyn chuckled.
"I own you." Evelyn slid up and down into Helen's soaked-through panties, pushed a finger in. "Say it."
"You—hah–own me." Elastigirl felt a second finger push inside as she spoke.
Evelyn pumped into her, licking and biting her neck.
"Good fucking girl." Evelyn let out, and Helen's mind dizzied beyond belief.
"I will edge you until you're crying for it, baby girl." She whispered before tasting her lips, licking tentatively. Helen couldn't control her moaning, her leaning forward, capturing Evelyn's lips. It tasted sweet, bitter, and a little sour.
Like any addictive drug should.
"More..." Helen begged.
"Shh, don't worry. Daddy's got you..."
"Fuck me." Helen had never felt as dirty in her life as she did now—as horny. She was aching badly, even with Evelyn's moving fingers, she wanted more, for her to be rougher and—
"I have weeks to break you, maybe even more if we're lucky..."
A third finger was pushed inside, and before Helen knew it, she was being fucked hard and fast, and her mind was far, far away.
"This is just the beginning, doll." Evelyn said before bringing Helen so close, she felt herself ceasing to breathe before pulling out.
Helen cursed and chased that hand like a cub looking for milk. "No—no—"
"Yes yes." Evelyn chuckled before kissing her. "Told you I was going to make you cry for it, didn't I?"
Helen was already trying to cry, trying to touch that high, one she had been searching for, one she started to believe didn't exist. Not for her.
The night she first kissed Evelyn, she had gotten a taste of it.
Freedom.