Flynn Rider Hypnotized By Jafar

Flynn Rider hypnotized by Jafar

The lights of Corona Palace shone serenely, reflecting off the calm waters of the river that surrounded it. Eugene Fitzherbert, now known by his real name, was enjoying the tranquility that fate had bestowed upon him after his life as Flynn Rider. Sitting on one of the palace balconies, he watched the horizon with a smile. It was not common for a former thief to become the king's right-hand man, but he had managed to do so.

However, that night the tranquility vanished when a dark presence materialized in the throne room. Jafar, the feared vizier of Agrabah, had arrived in Corona, his gaze fixed on his target: an ancient artifact, jealously guarded in the palace. An object capable of amplifying his already fearsome hypnotic powers.

Eugene, having heard of Jafar from his good friend Aladdin, was not surprised when the vizier unexpectedly appeared beside him on the balcony. He turned slowly, with his usual charming smile.

“Well, well… it’s the famous Jafar. What brings a guy like you here?” Eugene asked, still keeping his joking tone.

Jafar narrowed his eyes, ignoring the comment with an air of superiority. His voice, as sharp as a dagger, sounded calm, but deep within his words there was a latent threat.

“I have come in search of something that only you can obtain for me, Eugene Fitzherbert. An artifact hidden in the halls of this palace, something that could benefit us… both,” Jafar said, emphasizing the last part with a false smile.

Eugene chuckled, crossing his arms.

“If you’re looking for me to steal something from you, Jafar, you’re late. I left that life behind, and I don’t think the King or Rapunzel would appreciate me helping villains with turbans and magic staffs.”

Jafar smiled coldly, knowing that Eugene wouldn’t be so easy to convince.

“Ah, but we all have a past, don’t we?” Jafar said in a seductive tone. “Do you think your loyalty to the king and princess is unwavering? Or is there a part of you that misses the excitement, the adventure of old times?”

Eugene stood firm, but the vizier could already sense the slight uneasiness in his posture.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll pass. You know, I have a pretty good life here, loyal friends… I don’t need anything you offer.”

Jafar clicked his tongue with a fake sigh of resignation.

“Too bad. But, since you refuse, I’m afraid I’ll have to resort to more… persuasive methods.”

Before Eugene could react, Jafar’s scepter rose in front of him, and his eyes were caught in the golden glow of the carved snake. Eugene’s smile disappeared, and his lips parted, as if his will was fading before the vizier’s power.

“No…” Eugene whispered, but the fight died from his words.

Jafar, now triumphant, stepped closer.

“Silence, dear Eugene. It doesn’t matter what you wish for anymore. You are now at my command.”

Eugene’s eyes, which had previously shone with life and charisma, began to reflect the same hypnotic glint of the scepter. His body relaxed, and his mind was trapped under Jafar’s will.

“I am at your command…” Eugene said, his voice now empty of resistance.

Jafar smiled, pleased, and with a subtle movement, he withdrew the scepter. Eugene, now under his control, was ready to fulfill his mission.

“You will steal that artifact from me, Eugene, and then you will come with me to Agrabah. I need you in my harem of loyal servants. You have… useful qualities.”

“Yes, master…”

Eugene obeyed and that night, with his thieving skills, he stole the magical artifact for the vizier. He was no longer the prince of Corona, but a mere pawn under Jafar's command. Later, with the artifact in his hands and unseen, the vizier disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke, taking with him the once free man, leaving Corona without its hero.

Kaa and the reporter

In the cluttered office, with case papers strewn across the desk, the journalist leaned over his computer, typing furiously. The story of the “hypnotic snake” had obsessed him for weeks. He had tracked multiple cases of men who would disappear for a time and then reappear in a trance-like state, unable to remember what had happened to them. However, the details were always vague, almost as if they were being wiped from their minds.

“It can’t be real…” he muttered to himself, frowning as he went through the notes again. “A snake that controls people’s minds? This has to be an urban myth, some kind of scam…”

Unbeknownst to him, the very snake he had been investigating was watching him from the shadows. Kaa had slipped into the office, moving between the dark corners. The journalist was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t notice the creature’s presence until it was too late.

Suddenly, a hissing voice filled the room.

“Sssurprised… little…?”

The reporter shot up, quickly spinning in his chair to find himself face to face with the snake he had been investigating. His eyes widened.

“You…! You’re real!” he exclaimed, instinctively backing away, his heart racing.

Kaa smiled mischievously, his body slowly beginning to encircle the reporter from his feet, up his legs without him noticing at first.

“I’ve heard so many thingssss about you… so much obsession with my little game…” Kaa hissed, moving ever closer. “But it seems it’s your turn now… to play with me.”

The reporter tried to move away, but Kaa’s body already had him trapped. The snake’s cold scales began to gently squeeze, squeezing his thighs, up his torso, until he could no longer move.

“No… Wait!” This can't be happening... —he said, trying to free himself without success. Kaa smiled as his eyes began to glow with the characteristic spirals of colors.

"Ssshhh... Just watch... little reporter... and let me take control..."

The journalist's eyes met Kaa's spirals, and his resistance began to crumble. His body, increasingly immobile under the coils of the snake, no longer responded. His breathing became slower and shallower, while his mind began to lose itself in the hypnotic colors that danced before his eyes.

"You're... mine now..." Kaa hissed softly, as his tail tightened firmly around the journalist's muscular torso, trapping him completely.

The man, completely at the mercy of the snake, let his shoulders slump, his empty, bright eyes reflecting the hypnotic spirals. Unable to resist, Kaa enveloped him completely, squeezing his body tighter, enjoying his absolute control.

“We have plenty of time left... to play...” Kaa concluded, as his prey, hypnotized and completely submissive, fell under his power.

Kaa and Gaston

Gaston was in the forest of the kingdom, on his way to the house of a beautiful girl from the village whom he intended to seduce. His pride was palpable, and there was no doubt that he considered himself the center of the universe. From the shadows, a snake crept closer, its eyes already beginning to glow with a faint hypnotic glow. Kaa, the cunning reptile, had come in search of the hunter, not to hunt... but to recruit, since they had previously collaborated with other villains against the heroes and princesses of the Disney universe.

“Gassstooon...,” Kaa said, his voice dragging out the syllables as if the words were vines climbing the hunter's ego. “I heard that you're ssstill... the ssstrongessst on thisss ssside of the foressst.”

Gaston, without turning around, laughed disdainfully.

“Of course I am. No one can compare to me.” He threw the axe to the ground and crossed his arms, proud.

Kaa let out a meandering laugh, sliding down a nearby tree, his eyes already beginning to swirl, though still subtly.

“Ahhh, buuuut... what about outssside of thisss world?” Kaa asked, his tongue slipping through the words. “In the real world... there are other ssstrong men. And I could help you prove that you are the greatessst... in all the worldsss...”

Gaston turned his head, his brow furrowed.

“The real world? I don't care what happens there,” he said nonchalantly, though his words held the same air of superiority as always. “What happens to those... humans is not my problem. My place is here, and I have nothing to prove to anyone else.”

Kaa hissed, his smile growing wider as his eyes shone brighter.

"I'm not jussst talking to you about ssstrength, Gassston." he approached slowly, his coils beginning to ripple around him, but not yet surrounding the hunter. "In that world there isss influenccce, power, wealth... imagine what you could do if you had itsss people under your control... If you, Gassston, were the king of all..."

Gaston laughed, arrogant as always.

"I don't need any of that, Kaa. I'm the king here. The strongest, the most admired. What you do with those insignificant humans is your problem, not mine. And I don't need your help."

The snake dropped a look of feigned disappointment, and then, without Gaston quite noticing, Kaa's eyes began to glow brighter, colors swirling in hypnotic patterns.

"Ohhh, Gassston... what an unambitiousss decisssion..." Kaa whispered, as his tail slowly began to approach the hunter. "Maybe... it'sss because you don't sssee it clearly yet..."

Gaston opened his mouth to reply, but something stopped him. His eyes, once defiant, met Kaa's, and for a moment, his body tensed. The colors spun and spun, and although Gaston tried to look away, he felt unable to do so.

"Don't...do it..." he said with a slight hesitation, trying to resist. But Kaa didn't let go of his hold.

"Don't worry... I'll help you sssee... what you really need..." Kaa said, and his voice became softer, more insistent. The colors in his eyes increased in intensity, swirling in hypnotic spirals that attracted Gaston's mind, weakening his resistance.

The hunter's muscles, which were always tense and dominant, began to relax involuntarily. His breathing slowed, and his gaze was locked on Kaa's eyes, which now seemed to occupy his entire field of vision.

"Kaa..." Gaston tried to say, but his voice sounded weak, almost sleepy.

"Ohhh, jussst relaxxx, Gassston... let me take control... There'sss no point in you resssisssting..." Kaa murmured sweetly, as he began to slide his coils around the hunter's body, wrapping around him gently, squeezing just enough to remind him who had the power.

Gaston's eyes, increasingly empty, were completely lost in the spirals. There was no more fight in him. All that was left was passive obedience, trapped by Kaa's hypnotic colors.

"Yeeessss... that'sss better, don't you think? Now you will do everything I tell you..." Kaa whispered as Gaston remained mesmerized with a stupid and exaggerated smile drawn on his face, his mind completely subdued. "Together... we will rule all the worldsss... but firssst, you will help me in the real world."

Without saying a word, Gaston obediently followed Kaa, sunk in a deep trance, turned into another of his toys.

Trent's bretrayed and hypnotized

Emir had successfully completed the mission Delerion had entrusted to him. Now, his best friend Trent stood before him, bound and gagged, struggling uselessly against the ropes that imprisoned him. His eyes, filled with fury and terror, kept shooting him glances that burned him from the depths of his soul. Emir knew he had betrayed him, but Delerion's will was absolute, unbreakable.

"My lord," Emir said, bowing before Delerion, who entered the dungeon with his elegant gait, his staff shining in his hand, "I have brought my friend as you ordered."

Delerion smiled, his expression full of mockery and cruelty. He approached the prisoner, his steps echoing on the cold stones of the floor, and with a simple gesture, he released the gag from Trent's mouth. Feeling the freedom on his lips, he was quick to spit out his frustration.

"If this is a joke, it's not fucking funny, Emir!" he shouted, his voice vibrating with fury and bewilderment.

Delerion laughed softly, an icy laugh that filled the air with an almost palpable tension. "A joke? Oh, Trent, you don't seem to understand. Emir didn't betray you... he simply found his place. He knows who his true master is."

Trent tried to struggle once more, but the ropes were too strong. "What have you done to make Emir behave like this? Son of a bitch!"

Delerion cut him off with a simple gesture of his hand. "Emir, dear, gag your friend again. He can't seem to control his tongue."

Without a word, Emir complied, placing the gag back over Trent's mouth, who tried to resist, but to no avail. His eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and despair, looking at his former friend, now turned into an obedient slave.

Delerion walked toward the exit as if to leave the room, and Emir followed closely behind, submissive. "Wait a moment, Emir," the sorcerer said, stopping. "Don't go yet. Watch as I subdue your friend."

Delerion raised his staff and, with a soft whisper, conjured the hypnotic green light. The floating orb began to glow in front of Trent, pulsing with seductive energy. Trent frowned, trying to look away, but to no avail. The light had him trapped.

"What is this?" Trent thought, his breathing quickening. He didn't understand what he was seeing, but the strange sensation that was beginning to envelop his mind confused him. He tried to struggle, but his thoughts were beginning to cloud.

From a distance, Delerion and Emir watched, the former with a triumphant smile and the latter with an obedient stillness, totally under the sorcerer's control.

Trent slowly stopped struggling. His shoulders relaxed and his eyes focused on the green light floating in front of him. His breathing, once labored, became slow and deep. There was no fury anymore, only the urge to obey.

From the dungeon stairs, Delerion watched as Trent, with his back to the exit, no longer struggled or moved. The hypnotic light had disappeared, the spell having worked once more. Delerion stepped closer, releasing the ropes and gag with a wave of his hand. “Now, Trent,” the sorcerer whispered with a smile, “tell me, who do you obey?”

Trent, his gaze vacant, slowly rose, now a completely transformed man, and answered in a submissive, almost mechanical voice, “I obey you… master.”

Delerion reveled in his new conquest, gently caressing Trent’s cheek as Emir watched in silence. Both men,

under his complete control, were ready to follow him to his bedchamber.

"Come, my beautiful slaves," Delerion ordered, his smile victorious as he climbed the dungeon stairs and the two men followed him, obedient, heading towards a destiny marked by lust and total submission.

Kaa and the stylish businessman

Karl had heard the rumors. Everyone had. The media couldn’t stop talking about a hypnotizing snake lurking around the city, preying on unsuspecting men, taking control of their minds. It was a story that had caused a stir among businessmen and influential figures, but Karl didn’t believe the creature could reach him. Not in his office, not in his space of power.

However, when the door gently opened, letting in a strangely warm breeze, he knew. A serpentine figure slithered inside, and his worst fears materialized. There stood Kaa, the same snake that had been the focus of recent headlines, his eyes already beginning to swirl in hypnotic spirals of color.

Karl immediately frowned, fear and disgust twitching every muscle in his face. His jaw tightened, and his first reaction was pure revulsion.

“You…” he snapped, his deep voice filled with disgust. How dare you come in here? I will not fall for your games.

Kaa moved forward slowly, his movements smooth and precise, as if he savored every second. His eyes shone with a glow that grew more and more hypnotic as he came closer. Despite the threat he posed, he kept a satisfied smile on his face.

“Ohhh... Karl…” Kaa whispered in a drawling voice, filling the air with his hypnotic cadence. “I knew it would be interesssting to meet you... And now that I am here... I know... you will love... my company.”

Karl stepped back slightly, raising a hand in an attempt to stop the snake. He knew what would come next if he did not act quickly, but something inside him kept him frozen in place. His disgust was palpable, but so was the growing feeling that, perhaps, he had no escape now.

“Don’t come closer…” he warned, but his voice sounded less firm than before, as if even his words were losing strength.

“Poor Kaaaarl…” Kaa murmured, coming even closer, stopping right in front of him. “You know what I can do… and yet… you try to resssissst… But you and I both know that no one can resssissst…”

Kaa’s eyes began to shine more brightly, the colorful spirals now completely filling Karl’s vision. Although he tried to look away, his pupils were inevitably drawn into the hypnotic twists. With each passing second, he felt his distrust slowly dissolve, replaced by a feeling of lethargy and emptiness. He knew what was happening, but he couldn’t help it.

“No… I won’t…” Karl tried to speak, but his words were caught in his throat. His once sharp and resilient mind was now overrun by the colors dancing in his eyes, filling every corner of his consciousness.

Kaa bowed his head with an expression of triumph. There was no need for him to say more. Karl's will was rapidly crumbling, his body, which still maintained an upright and tense posture, began to visibly relax.

"Yeeeeeesss... Karl..." the snake whispered, savoring every syllable. "Let yourssself go..."

Karl's eyes, now completely captured by Kaa's coils, lost any trace of resistance. His breathing slowed, his mind floating in the void Kaa had created. He was defeated.

Kaa, with a satisfied smile, watched him calmly. His prey had fallen.

The stillness of the office was interrupted only by the whisper of Kaa as he smoothly slid across Karl’s body, now completely under his control. The businessman, with a fixed and empty gaze, awaited the snake’s commands, his hands lying limp in his lap.

Kaa, with a more relaxed expression but now with a mischievous glint, decided that playtime had begun. He slowly coiled around Karl’s torso, bringing his head closer to the perfectly tied knot of the businessman’s tie.

"Ssso much formality... Kaaaarl..." Kaa whispered with a sly grin. "I think it’sss time... to loosssen up a bit..."

With a fluid motion, Kaa tugged at the tie, sliding it off Karl’s neck until it came completely free, letting it drop to the floor. The man made no move to resist; his once-powerful arms remained motionless. His empty eyes followed the rhythm of Kaa’s spirals, utterly absorbed.

Kaa didn’t stop there. Slowly, he began to slide the tip of his tail toward the buttons of Karl’s shirt. With precision, he unbuttoned them one by one, starting from the top. As each button was undone, Karl’s exposed skin contrasted with the whiteness of his shirt. His pectorals began to show as the snake undressed his prey.

"Now... roll up your sssleevesss..." Kaa ordered, while his body coiled even tighter around Karl, giving him a light squeeze.

Without hesitation, Karl obeyed. His hands, as if controlled by invisible strings, began to lift the cuffs of his shirt, carefully folding them as the snake had instructed. Kaa watched with satisfaction, each of Karl’s movements only reinforcing his power over him.

"Yesss... now you’re ready... for more..." Kaa whispered, encircling Karl with his body, rubbing against his skin as he toyed with his prey, savoring the absolute control.

The businessman, who at one point would have epitomized power and authority, was now nothing more than a puppet in the snake’s hands. The colors in his eyes continued to swirl, deepening his trance. Kaa reveled in the control, letting his scales brush against Karl’s skin, sliding his body over him, while the man remained completely subdued, growing more relaxed and willing to fulfill any desire Kaa might have.

The snake, pleased with the progress, let out a soft whisper.

"Let’sss play a little more... my dear Kaaaarl..."

tied up (awkwardly) at the office

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