This is a new hypnosis script file, a resistance induction about a supervillainess capturing and brainwashing a hero. Not many tags that wont be covered by that first sentence! I hope y'all will enjoy :3

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Hello, and welcome to another Yuri Brainwashing Experience! I'm very happy you've chosen to join us again, or if it's your first time, I hope you enjoy the experience. Before we start, please get into a nice, comfortable position that you can sit in for around 20 minutes without distractions or interruptions. Be aware this file has no wake-up, so be sure you either set some sort of timer to wake you, or are alright with not necessarily waking up at any particular point soon. If you enjoy this file, please feel free to give us human dollars on our subscribestar page, linked in the description. Without further ado, let's begin.

• Tape whir sfx of some sort, like, old tv turning on -

...Oh, it's you. Again. Finally managed to find my lair, then? And you figured you'd mount a heroic rescue of some sort. I have your comrades-in-arms, you say? What, those cuties I've taken the minds of? Dearest, you should know they're my comrades now.

Oh, you might have the power of friendship. Myself, I tend to trust more in the power of mind control. I'm fairly good at it. You know as much by now. You've fallen victim to it before, haven't you? You did look ever so relaxed like that. Sleepy obedience suits you. It was always a shame when those friends of yours snapped you out of it. So, I went ahead and brought them here.

Why yes, this is her cloak I'm wearing! I'm glad you finally noticed. ...Taken? She gave it to me willingly. Just like you'll give me your mind, after that resistance of yours crumbles.

Oh, you know my powers. You know how they make you feel, how subtly I can work them into my words. You know you'll fall to them in time. And you've been letting me sit here monologuing, probably not even noticing the changes. You didn't notice when your breathing started to shift. You certainly didn't notice the change in your heart rate. But they happened, just the same, didn't they? Mmhmhm, this is going to be quicker than I thought.

I'd tell you not to fight it, but no, hero. I want you to fight it. Because then, you won't just bend for me. You'll break. Oh, and how I know you loathe to fight it! You know I can make it feel so very good to just listen to me, and follow along. And well, you will listen to me. You will follow along. But you'll fight me too, won't you? Yes, you'll resist so very hard. Even as the sleepy relaxation creeps into the corners of your awareness, you'll try to fight it. Until you're overrun, of course.

Because it's so exhausting to have to fight, isn't it? So tiring to fight against that nice feeling of drowsy docility. Maybe not yet, but every time you see that feeling creeping in, and every time you try to fight it off, it just gets harder and harder. Eventually, those cracks will give way to the flood, and you'll be completely mine, your resistance faltering before my powers. But not yet. No, you're going to put on a nice show for me, hero. Your friends are under my control. They won't be coming to save you. The only one who can stop this, who can stop you from falling into my control, is yourself. And you're losing.

Slowly, little by little. You notice yourself relaxing, and you push back! But my, it's so difficult to keep fighting something you desire so badly. Oh, I know you do, sweet hero. Every time I've brainwashed you, all you felt is sweet, blissful relief. Relief from all those pressures to perform, to succeed. You can let yourself lose, and I will treasure you as my most prized possession for it.

Oh, yes, I have your friends. But you, well. You're my favorite. When they were brainwashed before, they felt scared, they were so very worried. Obviously they aren't scared now. They're excited for you to join them in my service. But back then, oh, they fought it to the very last!

But not you. You always just looked so perfectly, pleasantly relaxed when you fell. And it's alright, you can let yourself relax for me. Just like you always do. You always fall, you always obey. You know how this story ends, and it's with you kneeling at my feet.

But not yet. You're still fighting it, still pushing back against the cracks in your feeble resistance. Still trying to keep those eyes open, even as every time you blink they just get harder and harder to pull apart. Oh, you push so hard. As if pushing on a crack doesn't simply make it spread further. It's so sweet to see it crumble, one step at a time. Because, you see, it's inevitable.

You can give in, or you can resist, and you'll still be heading towards that same inevitable end. Why don't you imagine them with me?

You let yourself stop resisting, let that relaxation creep in. Think of how that would feel, as you'd let that look of sleepy, hypnotized obedience take you. And you would fall, little by little, deeper and deeper into my control. By then, anyone would look at your face and see it, what I've done to you. They would see a hypnotized, controlled puppet. And you'd kneel.

But now, let's have you resist. You fight it, feebly, trying to stave off that sleepy obedience like a tired bird tries to flap its wings and fight gravity. And here I am, giving you a nice, safe, comfortable place to land, where your friends are waiting to welcome you into their new fold. Think of how that would feel, that resistance crumbling little by little, until it shatters. It would feel like such an intense release, such a relief. And you'd kneel.

Maybe in another world, you could even escape, for a time. Not defeat me, I have some of the most powerful heroes in the city at my personal beck and call, you couldn't defeat them. Not even if you did have your wits about you, and well, you're already a lot deeper than you realize. You'd escape, and my influence would fade, but a little twinge of it would remain. It would feel like curiosity, maybe, or doubt. You'd still need to come back. I have your friends after all, but there's something more to it. And you'd find a reason not to involve anyone else, after all you'd only be putting other heroes in danger, wouldn't you? You'd come back, alone. Maybe with a plan. But it wouldn't work. Because the moment you'd get back, you'd collapse into my loving arms. And you'd kneel.

In every possible world, hero, you are mine. So let's return to the current one. How do you feel, now? That relaxation stretching further and further, realizing I'm still guiding your thoughts, controlling your attention. Oh, hero, I already control a lot more of you than you might think. No sense trying to claw it back now, sweetie, you'll only spread the cracks further. Give in. Just let my control take you, let yourself collapse into it, further and further.

Let that resistance shatter, like a sandcastle trying to hold back a tidal wave. You were never going to be able to keep me out. You knew that going in. You were always going to break for me. And oh, it will feel so nice, won't it? It will feel like such a release, like such a relief, it will feel so fucking good, so break for me, hero. Break and break again and sink deep, deep into control for me.

Good, good job. You're perfect. There it is, that look of sleepy obedience, that look of relief, that suits you so very well. You're so cute like this, you know? I might just keep you.

Let's take you to see those friends of yours, my lovely hero. I'm sure they'll be happy to see that blank, blissed-out, happy face of yours.

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