Test of the heart.

Englishwitch.

The Incredibles.
Test of the heart.
Chapter 11- The exquisite sin.

Disclaimer- I do not own The Incredible's, it is a Disney/ Pixar animation motion picture.

It wasn't exactly the Ritz. But it did look half decent as both a home and a hideaway.

An abandoned textiles plant. The windows were covered in thick layers of mud, making it impossible to see inside. Several panes of glass on some of the upper levels had been broken and wood had been nailed over the holes. The whole building looked like it had been neglected for at least ten year, but Violets eye did notice some signs of repair to the building. Little patches here and there that just looked too new.

There were a pair of double door where the workers would have once entered and on the other side of the building was a large metal gate, the kind that slam shut over shops in the mall when they are closing up for the night. Only this one looked large enough to fit a truck through. Obviously a truck would have pulled up to this entrance, goods would have been thrown into the back and then shipped off around the city.

Vanisher pulled up around the back of the building, out of sight of the public and shimmered back into sight. Diving into her suit she pulled out the car Psychewave had given to her. The address matched, she had found the right place.

Picking a parking spot that wouldn't be seen from the street unless a person looked really closely. As she dismounted her scooter Both Vanisher and the machine shimmered back into sight. She listened intensely but for the moment it sounded like the building was silent.

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Dash sat at home, still in his suit and holding an ice pack to his head and a lump of steak to his eye. His thinking was still a little scattered, but he had enough sense to know that that in the last half hour, things had taken a turn for the surreal.

His mum was by his side, putting band-aids onto the cuts across his body. His dad meanwhile was sitting in the living room talking to Rick Dicker. They were talking in quiet voices, but Dash and his mother could still hear every word.
"Dash told me the whole story on the way home. I just can't believe Violet would do something like this. It has to be that boy, Psychewave. He must have had something to do with it." Bob yelled angrily. There was the sound of something wooden breaking and Bob sighed deeply.
"It's alright Bob. Just sit and try and stay calm."

Dash jumped from his seat and tiptoed toward the door, Helen didn't stop him, instead she actually sneaked to the door with him to listen better.
"You may be right Bob, but only in part."

There was a clicking noise, a briefcase being opened.
"When I got your call, I had the department do some quick investigating into Psychewave. I think you should read it."

Dash and Helen listened to the sound of pages being turned as Bob skimmed his way across the text.
"His mother was a super, killed by syndrome."
There was another deep sigh, Bob felt a wave of guilt drift over him.
"Had Edna make the suit for him?" Bob asked shocked.
"He was claiming to be a hero, she didn't see any need to doubt him." Responded Agent Dicker. Bob grumbled to himself as he turned back to the report.
"About Violets age, last known address was with his grandmother. Not in school."
"The old woman hasn't seen him in over a year, you can keep that copy of the report Bob, but I am on a very tight schedule. This situation has caused a riot down at the office. There are guys at the Whitehouse who want my guts for garters. All because of your daughter. Skip to the last page so I can go and try and convince those guys why I'm more use as a person than a fashion accessory."

The sound of page turning and Bob began to read out loud again.
"Main power: telekinesis. Secondary ability: Partial mind manipulation. Mind control?"

The house shook as Bob jumped for joy and yelled loudly in triumph.
"I knew it. I knew my little girl wouldn't do this. He's controlling her with that psychic power of his."

Dash and Helen were just about ready to jump for joy themselves, when Rick's voice put the rain on to their parade.
"Psychewave isn't controlling her Bob. I'm sorry, but she's acting of her own free will."
"THAT'S NOT TRUE." Dash yelled as he raced into the room and jumped onto Rick's lap. Dash grabbed the mans shirt and pulled him close,
"YOU TAKE IT BACK." He yelled. Helen grabbed her son and pulled him away, but she also glared at Rick angrily. She didn't agree with Dash being so forceful, but she also hated what Rick had said about her daughter.
"You better have a good explanation Rick. We raised our daughter right, she wouldn't turn into a villain unless something is very wrong with her."

Rick looked at the furious Dash and nodded his head slowly.
"Psychewave's power isn't mind control, but mind manipulation. He doesn't control people's thoughts. He only enhances thoughts that are already there."

That calmed Dash down, both Bob and Helen's jaw's dropped open in shock.
"So she wanted to become a super villain?" Bob said very slowly. Rick held out a hand and tilted it left and right.
"Yes and no. Violet may have had a couple of thoughts occasionally about going to the other side. But I've dealt with supers for over thirty years. I know all of them at one time or another, were tempted, even for a second, to go down the path of the villain. But just because they thought it, doesn't mean they are actually going to do it.

"That's where Psychewave's powers come in. He can find these thoughts; the secret desires and makes them grow. He gives them a jolt and like a seed, the thoughts begin to grow. It starts small, tiny changes in behaviour, thoughts they wouldn't normally have begin to sneak into their mind as their temptations gain strength. At first they can be resisted, like any urge. But eventually the seed turns into a tree and can't be resisted any longer. Something inside the subjects mind snaps and their personality does a metaphorical flip.

"In a sense it is still Violet that is out there. Only it the other side of Violet, the secret side that only really get to be seen in a diary. It's the part of her personality that allows her to think the dark thoughts like becoming a villain, and at times may even let her imagine what it's like. The only difference is that that part of her has grown so strong, that it overshadows most, if not, all of the other aspects of her personality. Such as the strong sense of morals that you raised her to believe in. She's Violet, but not as you know her."

Dash slid out of his mothers grip, all the fight had gone out of him. Helen let him slide to the floor.
"He did that to her?" He asked quietly. Rick nodded gloomily.
"Her repeated exposure to him probably sped the process along a bit, but essentially, after only tem minutes, the process had begun."
"What can we do to help her?" Asked Bob quietly. Rick shook his head.
"Frankly, I don't know. I'm sorry." He rose slowly from his seat. "I have to go. I'm sorry to leave this with you, but if I have to get back to the office." He took his briefcase and moved off toward the door.

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Vanisher moved through the building, not bothering to make herself invisible. She didn't see a need to hide.

The room was incredibly dusty, with abandoned machinery covered in torn dustsheets. They looked like shifters claws had torn them. At first glance, Vanisher would have guessed that no one besides rats had been in this building for at least ten years. But the floor betrayed that guess. There were footprints leaving tracks all over the place, human, wolf and something in-between.

A door and a set of stairs were at the end of the machine room. The door was labelled STORAGE WAREHOUSE in faded white paint and a sign on the wall pointed where the stairs were leading labelled OFFICE.

Vanisher decided the office would be the best place to wait and climbed the spiral staircase upward.

The room was cleaner than the rest of the building, in fact it could have been dusted last week. The room was as big as a medium sized apartment, clearly a lot of people once worked in here. Now it was converted to look like a home. A couple of camp beds had been set up against one wall. A kitchenette, with all mod-cons refrigerator, coffee machine and small oven, against the other. Had Psychewave and Shifter put that in themselves? A large corner of the room had been sectioned off with large sheets of plasterboard, something private. But most of the room was occupied by an old, and slightly dirty, living room set. Sofa, chairs coffee table and even a TV.
"You like it?"

Vanisher spun round and raised her fists. She put them down again, it was just Psychewave.
"It'll do." She said nonchalantly. Vanisher looked around behind him. "No shifter?"

Psychewave shook his head.
"He's on foot, it'll take a little while longer for him to get here. Even with four feet."

Vanisher sat down on the sofa and looked over at him.
"So we're all alone?" She smiled at him. Psychewave smiled and sat down by her side, resting a hand onto her leg.
"For the time being, yes"

Vanisher drew her arm around his shoulder.
"Good."

They slowly leaned closer, the heads tilted to avoid nose bumping. Vanisher closed her eyes and continued on toward him.

As their lips met, fireworks exploded in Vanisher's head. It was so warm and gentle, it almost reminded her of someone. But she couldn't remember his name at the moment and decided that if she couldn't remember him, he wasn't important enough to bother trying to remember.

Psychewave's lips were strong and gentle. Making a warmth spread across her body and collect between her legs. For only half a second, Vanisher wondered if her suit was water tight, or a wet patch would spread. Then her attention was driven onto other matters as her arm flopped down and landed on Psychewave's body, specifically, a hard and rapidly growing part of his body.
"I've been waiting a long time for this." She said seductively as she began to kiss down Psychewave's neck.

They slowly undressed each other, kissing feverishly and exploring each other's bodies. Psychewave's hands moved around Vanisher's back and found the zip to her suit. He slid it down and felt her soft skin with his fingers and coming to a rest just above the curve of her buttocks.

Vanisher reached a hand and gripped the zip on the front of Psychewave's suit and pulled it down slowly. His well-toned chest, flat stomach and muscular shoulders.

They rose to their feet together and worked off each other's suits. Vanisher stepped out hers first, Psychewave only seconds after.

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Dash lay on his bed, thinking of the last time he had seen Violet, or technically, not seen her.
"There is no Violet. There is only Vanisher. And if you're not with us. Then you're against us."

Then she had kicked him and when he came to she was gone. She had become a super villain then and there was nothing he could do about it. she had sounded so cold and distant. Not like the person he knew. Even during her most depressed of days, she always had emotion hidden in her tone. She certainly was always ready to bring it out when he teased her.

He remembered those days well. He was frustrated because he couldn't use his powers and Violet had been depressed because she had them. Of course that was until she discovered who she really was.
"Vanisher." He whispered out loud.

Vanisher was the super, Violet was the girl. Now it seemed his sister had abandoned the Violet side of herself and become Vanisher full time. Only this Vanisher was no hero.

It was all Psychewave's fault. Dash didn't fully understand what he had done to her, but he had enough insight to know it was kind of like brainwashing. Dash did admit that occasionally he wondered what it would be like to use his powers to just get his own way. Or even run at full speed when he was playing sports in school. But these were the superhero version of people imagining being A-list movie stars. They knew they wouldn't come true, but it was nice to dream all the same. What Psychewave had done was make Violet want to make these dreams come true.

Now came the hard part, how to help her. How could they get Violet back? That was actually what his mum and dad were talking about right now. They had sent Dash to his room so they could talk in peace. Dash had been a super long enough to know this meant they were discussing the possibility that they may have to actually fight with Violet. Frankly Dash was grateful he was in his room. That way he could pretend the conversation wasn't happening and they wouldn't have to fight Vi'.

Agent Dicker had been the biggest shock. How could he not know how to help Violet? His department was supposed to know everything.

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Vanisher lay on the soft sofa. She held onto Psychewave's arm with her hand and smiled up at him.

Psychewave knelt on the floor by her side and leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Vanisher placed her arms around his shoulder sand pulled him close. Their tongues danced and wrestled each other. Psychewave slid his hand down to the mound of hair between her legs and rubbed gently at Vanisher's damp pussy.

She gasped at his gentle touch. A fire stirred in her body and she moaned quietly.
"More my darling. More." She sighed breathlessly. Psychewave smiled and obeyed.

He tilted his head down and took her hardened nipple in his lip. She sighed happily as he began to suck and gently rub his teeth over her sensitive tit. His fingers played with her gentle folds and nipped her bulb gently. Vanisher groaned and began to grind her hips in time with Psychewave's hand.

He slid a finger inside of her and Vanisher bit her lip as he brushed the tip of his digit against her folds.

Vanisher twitched and moaned breathlessly. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as Psychewave simultaneously slid a second finger inside her cunt and gently bit her nipple. The shot of pain and pleasure at the same time excited Vanisher greatly.

Psychewave nipped her tit with his teeth again and sucked hard. She seemed to enjoy the mixture of rough and erotic treatment, he was making sure she got what she wanted.

Psychewave pulled his fingers out all the way to the tips of his nails and just as Vanisher was about to complain about the emptiness, he rammed his hand upward and drove his two fingers into her body again.

Vanisher squealed passionately as she was emptied and filled again and again by Psychewave. A pressure was building in within her. Her cunt juices flowed like a river and her brain was fried, orgasm was near.
"Faster." She managed to pant out. "Faster."

Psychewave obeyed and pumped his hand so quick that for several seconds Vanisher didn't know up from down.

Vanisher's pussy tightened like a vice around Psychewave' s fingers for half a second and she screamed as orgasm shot through her entire body like lightning. Her invisibility power went haywire and she flickered in and out of sight for several seconds. Then Vanisher relaxed and she sighed deeply as a feeling of satisfaction rode in on the last waves of ecstasy. She couldn't recall a time when she had felt like that before, she really couldn't.
"That was amazing Psychewave." She said breathlessly.

Vanisher slowly glanced up and looked at him. Naked except for his mask. *kinky* she thought to herself. He looked down at her lovingly.

Her eyes were drawn lower and she stared intensely at his eight-inch manhood. Hard, throbbing and begging for release.

Psychewave noticed where her eyes ere looking and smiled. Vanisher only glanced at him briefly, a similar smile on her face.
"Your turn." She whispered passionately.

She grabbed his flesh pole and squeezed gently. Psychewave gasped and collapsed to the floor. Vanisher rolled off the sofa and straddled him. Vanisher sat on Psychewave's stomach and could feel his boner pressing into the small of her back. For a moment Vanisher had a sense of déjà vu, but it was gone in the blink of an eye.

Vanisher raised herself up and gripped Psychewave's cock and firmly and positioned the throbbing purple head at the entrance at her re-aroused and still dripping pussy.

She almost came again just from ramming his dick inside her. He slid in easily and touched all the right places.

Psychewave groaned loudly as his cock was engulfed by Vanisher's cunt. *She could do with being a bit tighter.* He thought to himself. *But she's sweet enough to hit the spot.*

Vanisher began to grind his hips. And his brain was fried by the pleasure.

Vanisher lifted herself up, almost to the point of pulling his dick out, then she let herself drop and the both of them moaned loudly together.

Psychewave began to grind his hips I time with Vanisher's movements. This increased the pleasure for the both of them.

Vanisher's tits bounced in front of his face as she humped Psychewave. He longed to grab, suck, lick and nibble on her ample attributes.

Vanisher's pace quickened and her breathing became ragged, she was close. Psychewave's balls began to tighten and he felt a pressure building in his gut. He was close.

Vanisher slammed herself down hard and arched her back as climax raced through her body.
"PSYCHEWAVE." She cried out passionately.

Her pussy tightened like a vice, the sudden tightness threw Psychewave over the edge and groaning loudly, he blew his load. Vanisher felt his hot cum spread through her insides.

Vanisher fell on top of him, panting deeply, her whole body coated in sweat.
"That was beautiful my love."

To be continued.