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Paper Doll III: Therapy Session

By J. Darksong

Part 1: The Doctor Is In

My name is Claire, and I’m a super hero.

Or rather... I will be a super hero again, once I’m cleared and authorized to continue my duties.

River City is a bit innovative in a way, with its ‘Badged Supers’ program. It’s the difference between having a an effective force for good and having bunch of untrained yahoos simply putting on a pretty spandex costume, rushing out to try and fight criminals. Number one, it’s called vigilantism, and the police would not only NOT thank you, they’d likely lock you up for it. Number two, most of those who went out untrained and untested usually ended up getting themselves maimed, killed, or corrupted and turned into super villains themselves.

So, years before I was even born, the city got smart. I mean, with a large percentage of your population wielding special powers, and actually WANTING to go out and fight crime alongside the police, the most effective solution was to allow certain Supers, once they’d been trained and tested and given rudimentary police academy training, assigned positions as a kind of ‘volunteer police force’, and even given an official badge, allowing them to stop and arrest criminals. Which was smart, since that is what most of us wanted to do anyway, with or without the city’s official authorization. I, too, had gone through training, and passed, (barely) getting my badge, though I personally felt that three weeks of police academy training hadn’t exactly made me a physical powerhouse, nor sharpened my already weak fighting prowess.

Most new and upcoming Supers found a mentor, an older more experienced hero or heroine, to take them under their wing and train them. Unfortunately, I had yet to find anyone. Still, I was determined not to let that slow me down. I was still going to fight the good fight and keep my neighborhood and city as safe as I possibly could. Well, once the doctor said I was mentally capable of continuing, that is.

Sitting in the waiting room of Dr. Evangeline Snow, nervously flipping through a magazine, trying to avoid the stares of the other clients, I berated myself yet again for coming here in full costume. I mean, yes, I here in an official Badged Super capacity, to be evaluated… but it was still embarrassing sitting next to normal people in a psychiatrist’s office in a bright neon pink costume, cape and mask. I just knew a lot of them were questioning whether or not I was a real heroine, or just some crazy person who thought they were, here to see the doctor and get her head straightened out.

“Paper Doll?” the receptionist, a young redhead about my age, called out from her desk a good while later. “The doctor is just finishing up with her client. You can go in now.” I sighed softly. I was apparently her last appointment of the day, as everyone else had already departed.

“Um, yeah… thank you,” I said, nervous again, getting to my feet. I wasn’t really sure what to expect. Ravenheart had stated that this Dr. Snow was a trusted member of the community, and a Super as well, a psychic. I’d done a bit of digging, checking her out online and among my few meager contacts, but other than the glowing reviews she had from her clients, I had no idea about her Super identity. Not that I expected much, of course… being a psychic, it would be relatively easy to keep your identity a secret from anyone you didn’t want to know it.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside a surprisingly tasteful and warmly decorated office. It contained the usual desk and chairs, at which the good doctor herself sat, as well as the rather cliché couch for lounging on. The doctor herself was quite startling, with her long pale blonde, almost platinum, colored hair, which stood out well against her pristine eggshell white clothing, A white lace choker donned her throat, and a pair of thin wire rimmed glasses were perched on her nose, her clear ice blue eyes watching me as I glanced around the room, missing nothing. She looked way younger that I was lead to believe, in her late twenties, early thirties at the most. Most telling of all, her lovely pink painted lips seemed twisted in a permanent grin, as if she were secretly amused about something that no one else knew.

She was, in a word, gorgeous. Um... you know, in a strictly platonically observed kind of way. I seriously wasn’t crushing on her that way. I bat for the home team—not that there’s anything wrong with swinging the other way, mind! I just... well, okay, I think about it now and again, sure, what girl doesn’t? But I like boys. Guys. Men, with all their appendages and foibles, and ‘inserting Tab A into Slot B’ and all that. Really. But... I was getting distracted.

If the doctor was the centerpiece of the office, then the rest of the room had been tailored to compliment her perfectly. The décor and wall hangings, pictures, and plants about the room, however, made it seem much less an office, and more of a simple living room, some place you could feel welcome and relaxed. Dr. Snow smiled suddenly, and I wondered idly if she’d been reading my thoughts about her decorating skills.

“As a matter of fact,” she said suddenly, startling me, “the decorating was done by a former girlfriend of mine. She’s moved on to bigger and better things these days, but I have to admit, she always had an eye for details and a rather sharp sense of fashion. She also knew a thing or two about making clients feel more at ease.” I gaped, a bit stunned by this, and she merely laughed, a soft tinkling sound. “Oh come now, my dear. We’re both heroines. We both know why you’re here. And since I myself am not in costume at the moment, I thought it best to present my credentials to you up front and save us both the trouble of trying to convince you later that I am who and what I say I am, so that you will trust my judgment.”

I nodded, laughing ruefully. I was still a bit nervous, but her direct and straightforward candor was actually refreshing. She wasn’t being secretive or furtive, or anything. She struck me as a very direct person. The only experience I had had with psychiatrists were what I’d seen on TV and in the movies, boring people sitting across from you taking notes, asking you how you felt about this or that, always answering your questions with more questions. I got the feeling THIS doctor was the kind to tell you point blank what she thought whether you were ready to accept it or not. Dr. Snow laughed suddenly, and I blushed, realizing she’d again read my thoughts.

“Thank you for that, my dear,” she said with a chuckle. “An honest and accurate assessment if ever I’d heard one. And relax, my dear Ms. Watson, I am not delving deep into your mind, reading all your secrets. I am merely receiving your surface thoughts, the light meanderings of your mind, which I am surprised to say, come across quite strongly. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had some kind of latent psychic abilities of your own.”

I blinked, then frowned, taking a step back. “Watson? How did you know my real name if you’re not delving deep into my head?” I asked suddenly wary. In response, she felt up a RCPD personnel file labeled ‘Confidential’.

“The lieutenant at the station sent me over your file,” she replied, a wry smirk on her lovely face. “I do, on occasion, rely on other talents besides my psychic gifts. So, Miss Watson—or would you prefer Claire?” I sighed and nodded. “Well, Claire, from what I gather, you had a rather nasty run in with the Piper using some kind of mystical cello, which he used to completely shatter your hold on reality, albeit temporarily. But that’s only the latest in a string of mind control encounters you’ve had recently, isn’t it?”

I merely shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, true, I guess… but it just comes with the job right? I’m sure you’ve run into that sort of thing too in the line of duty.”

Eva nodded. “Yes I have. So I know only too well what kind of damage such encounters can have on a person’s psyche. Each encounter, no matter how light or deep, always leaves a trace, like a fingerprint smudge on window pane. If it’s not cleared up, and the encounters continue, the smudges accumulate and overlap, until the window is so dirty and fogged up that you can’t see through it anymore. Now, I won’t insult your intelligence by comparing your mind to a piece of glass, but the analogy is the same. All badged Supers are required to have routine mental and psychic evaluations from a known and trusted representative at least once a year, or following any major incident.” She sighed heavily, her professional façade dropping for a moment. “And maybe if she’d been a little more proactive, things wouldn’t have gotten as bad as they did…”

“Wait. Who are you talking about?” I asked, curious.

“Oh! Oh, it’s nothing,” the doctor said dismissively. “I was just reflecting on another… client of mine, who had a bit of a breakdown a few weeks ago. But that’s irrelevant. This session is about you, Claire. So… I have two ways of dealing with this. The first is… honestly, rather invasive. It’s the ‘quick and dirty’ method. I do a psychic probe into your mind, searching through your every thought and memory, sorting through any fake or altered ones, cleaning up and repairing any damage. It’s a bit like running antivirus software on your computer, having it scan every single file for corruption.” I winced slightly at that. “Oh, it doesn’t hurt,” she assured me. “It’s completely painless, and the faster of the two methods.”

“Um, okay… so what’s the downside?” I asked.

“The downside is that it is VERY invasive,” she admitted. “I will literally be scanning your entire mind over the next two hours. In short, I’ll know pretty much every detail of your entire life up to this point, A lot of clients, particularly other Supers, prefer to keep a bit of mental privacy if possible. And as this is our very first time meeting, your level of trust in me is probably not very high. For this to work seamlessly, you have to willingly lower all your mental barriers and let me into your mind, without hesitation. Otherwise, breaking through those barriers one by one would cause you psychic damage, which, as you might guess, is what I am trying to avoid.”

I nodded. “Okay, what’s the second option?”

Her grin returned. “The second option is a bit more ‘old fashioned’, but just as reliable. I hypnotize you, take you very very deep, deeper than any normal hypnotist could, and using a combination of hypnotic suggestion and light psychic probing, find the problem areas and repair any damage. This method doesn’t require me to search every memory, preserving your privacy, but it is much slower. It will take a minimum of two two-hour long sessions, meaning you’ll have to come back to me for a second visit.”

I sighed, considering. Well… the second option sounds way better. I’d rather not have a stranger poking around inside my head if I could help it. Since it’s a necessary evil, I’d rather it be as light as possible. Still, I’d really rather this all be over and done with so I can get back out on the streets. Paper Doll might not be a big heavy hitter like Omega Girl, but she does real good out there. Using the second method would mean delaying me returning to crimfighting…

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Eva added candidly. “Not to influence you one way or the other, but even if you chose option 2, this initial visit will be enough to allow you to return to your heroine duties, provided you don’t end up captured and brainwashed again before our next visit.” She chuckled softly. “I know how you youngsters love to get right back into the action. Believe it or not, I was young too, once.”

I blinked, surprised at that. “Huh? What do you mean? You don’t look that much older than me. What are you, twenty-nine? Thirty?”

Eva’s smile grew genuine at that. “Oh my, you really know how are compliment a girl, don’t you, sweetie. As a matter of fact, I’m in my late fifties.” My jaw visibly dropped. ”Seriously. I’ve kept fit, watched what I ate, and had a little, ahem, help from some dear friends of mine… but I am in reality an old lady.”

“Wow… well, whatever method you’re using, I hope I look half as good as you when I reach your age,” I said sincerely, getting another chuckle from her. “And… if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to go with option number two.”

“Option two it is,” she said, nodding, getting up from her desk. “Well, Claire, if you’ll please have a seat on the couch while I adjust the lighting in here, we can get started.” Nodding, I followed suit, making myself comfortable, even removing my cape, boots and gloves at her urging. Once I assured her I was comfortable, she took a seat across from me, and began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Wha… what are you doing!?!” I asked, tensing up, unable to turn away at the sight of the tops of her soft milky white breasts, exposed, but instead of trying to seduce me, she merely slid a hand inside, fishing out a rather large clear jewel on a chain, holding it up for me.

“Thanks for the compliment,” she said demurely, buttoning her blouse back up again, “but hypnotizing lovely young women with their breasts isn’t my forte. That’s a completely different Super.” My deep scarlet blush faded, however, once she dangled the stone in front of my eyes. “You see this stone? It was a gift from a very dear friend of mine. It holds a very deep place in my heart… but I’m willing to bet it will hold a deep deep place within your mind,” she quipped. “Have you noticed it yet? The engraving? It’s very faint, and a little difficult to see through all the facets, but my friend engraved a very special message deep in the heart of this gem. I want you to stare deep into it… look deep…very deep… until you can see the words…”

I nodded mutely, already slightly dazed by the tone of her voice and the sight of the sparkling gem in front of me. The dim lights made it seem to stand all out the more… and the closer I peered, the more I saw what she was talking about. There! Just in the very exact center, some words, etched deeply, no doubt by some kind of laser. The words… they were etched on a single facet, and I could just barely make it out…but when the facet shifted, the words disappeared, obscured by a small flash of light, only to reappear a moment later. Shaking it off, I refocused my attention on the words.

“Good, girl,” the doctor’s words drifted to me, from somewhere both near and far away, at the same time. “Just focus your gaze on the center of the stone… focus and concentrate… let everything else just fade into the background…” I nodded internally again, too busy staring at the stone to actually nod my head. Indeed, her words faded into the background, like static or white noise, though I could occasionally pick out a word or two here and there… the word at the center… it was just so close… like I could almost reach out and grab it Tired But the effort of trying to see It and read it… it was making me really really tired.

Sleepy I yawned, then blinked, trying to focus refocus my attention. I could almost… almost make it… out… read There. Just for a moment I caught it, blinking at the flash, my eyelids so heavy now… but I just… just needed... obey needed to push on… a little more… I can just make it out… it says… says…

SLEEP! My eyes slammed closed.

* * *

”Very good, Claire,” my Mistress’ voice whispered softly inside my ear and inside my head. ”Very good girl. Now, I want you to think back about what happened a few days ago, back when you encountered the Piper, when you were tied and bound, forced to listen to the music of that cello.” I nodded softly, letting my mind drift back to that day, my memory startlingly clear and vivid. ”Excellent. Now, Claire, I want you to slowly replay those events again in your mind, as if they were happening to you again. You will see and experience anew, just as if it were happening—but with one difference. This time, I am here with you, in your mind, keeping your grounded, protecting you. You have nothing to fear. You can simply let go and let me guide you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied again, closing my eyes for a moment… only to open them with a gasp. I was back there… lying naked on that damned table tied hand and foot, with the Piper’s gloating form standing over me, taunting. He raised the bow to the strings, and I tensed, knowing what was coming—shhh… relax. You’re safe. This is only a memory—only to sigh softly, allowing my muscles to relax again. I remembered, suddenly, that this was only a memory. I was actually back on Mistress’ office, lying fully clothed on her couch. I was perfectly safe. The Piper couldn’t hurt me.

Or… could he? I gasped as a sound, a note, low and deep and vibrating, stretched from the cello outward, like a wave of intense blue, flowing over me like a wave… over and through me, filling my body with sensation even as my thoughts were swept away, away, away… leaving me sooo empty… so… very… empty…

Relax little one, and feel your mind resolidify, Mistress’ words came to me again, and I clung to them like an anchor, holding me still despite the overwhelming wave of blue. Remember. Your mind, and your thoughts are mine—they cannot be swept away. This memory has no real power of you.

Yeah… that was… right. A memory. It was a bit… disconcerting, like being in a virtual reality game. It felt so real, like my entire body was vibrating to the tune of that cursed cello. Without Mistress’ words, I would have surely gotten caught up in things once again. With that in mind, however, it was… actually kind of enjoyable. I stopped fighting and resisting as I had the first time, able to actually enjoy the pleasure being forced upon me. When the first orgasm swept through me, I embraced it, letting it flow through me in memory and reality both. Had I been in my own right mind, I would have probably been deeply embarrassed at that. But in this memory, with my mind in Mistress’ hands, all that I felt was blue, and all that concerned me was obedience to Her.

THERE! Mistress’ voice said suddenly, as the world literally stopped, freezing in time. I gasped aloud, the sudden cessation of sensation jarring for a second, as I focused on what was happening. My body was frozen in mid climax, in the moment… yes, the moment when I’d lost my sense of self, when the Piper had stopped being the man tormenting me and had become my Master, my Owner, my Maestro. Detached from the experience though my Mistress’ powers, I was able to appreciate the moment from all angles. I was able to note the individual expressions on everyone’s faces, all in different states of music induced bliss. I even lifted my eyes skyward, at the skylight, and caught a glimpse of Ravenheart up above, about to burst into the scene.

Now, little one, just relax and breathe deeply, Mistress commanded, and allow me deeper into the memory. Let me fully into your mind, she said, as reality seemed to shift slightly, as she appeared out of thin air, standing before me. “There. Much better.” Reaching down, she took my hand and lifted me off the table, and I stood, surprised to see myself still lying down on the table, frozen in place. Before I could even ask, she walked over to the Piper, examining the cello for a moment, before waving her hands over it. Thin, dark lines appeared, running from the cello directly to my body. “Now, Claire, dear, I am going to sever the connections between you and the cello. You may feel disoriented for a moment, just try and focus past it. Focus on me, little one. Let me take the brunt of this.”

I nodded again, then closed my eyes, wincing slightly as… something inside me seemed to pull, and stretch, like a rubber band, pulling harder and harder, almost to the point of becoming painful, and then—

TWANG!

—I groaned shuddering inwardly, struggling to keep it together. It felt like I was a wool knit sweater, and someone had pulled my thread, causing me to unravel. But… I remembered Mistress’ words, and I focused on her, on obey her command. I had to focus. I couldn’t let myself get distracted. Had to focus on her… on Her…

* * *

On… huh?

“Welcome back,” Dr. Snow said, smiling, seated back at her desk again. Blinking I sat up, somewhat disoriented, but feeling strangely good.

“Um… thanks. So… what was all that at the end? With the blue threads and the... unraveling and all? For a minute there, it felt like you were taking me apart at the seams.”

“Well, that IS actually somewhat accurate,” she stated enigmatically, “to a degree. I found the moment when you lost control of yourself, when you surrendered yourself to the Piper. And I severed the memetic and empathic links to him through that cello.” She sighed shaking her head. “I have no idea what that thing is, but those links ran pretty darn deep. It’s a good thing you came to me, specifically, to get checked out. A standard, run-of-the-mill deprogrammer might not have been able to discover those threads, let alone sever them.”

“Okay, thanks again, but well, what were those threads?”

Eva considered. “For lack of a better term, they were the threads of your very soul. The cello has the power to not only enslave a person’s mind, but with a truly skilled musician, can actually bond with and enslave a person’s very soul. And a corruption of one’s soul cannot be undone with anything as mundane as simple mind control.”

That shook me up a bit. “But… you severed the connections, right? I’m fine now?” I pressed.

The doctor chuckled. “Yes, yes, of course,” she said with a grin. “I am quite good at what I do. Rest assured, you are fine now. The next session will be basically to make sure you are still doing well, and confirm that you’re not having any adverse effects from the session. I did delve rather deep inside your head, even though it was only in that one memory. And as I said, every psychic intrusion leaves behind a fingerprint. I just want to make sure I didn’t cause more damage in helping you.”

“I see.” That did make sense. And remembering clearly everything that happened, from the moment she put me to sleep to waking back up a moment ago, the whole experience did seem like a really bad acid trip. “So, does this mean I can go now?”

“Yes, child, you may leave,” Dr. Snow replied, gesturing with her left hand. “And before you even ask, yes, you’re officially cleared to resume your patrols. Just be careful. I don’t want you getting into a situation and undoing all my hard work!” I laughed as I left, exiting out the side door, more than happy to resume my hero duties again.

Dr. Snow let out a soft sigh, rising from her desk, stretching. She hit the intercom buzzer on her desk. “Tiffany, dear, are there any other clients to be seen today?”

“No ma’am, but you do have a visitor.”

Eva grinned. Ah. Perfect timing. “Please, dear, send him or her in, then lock up the office. We’re calling it a day. Thanks again for all your hard work today.”

“No, thank you, Dr. Snow,” the young redhead gushed. “Have a good day.”

“Ach, for crying out loud,” a familiar voice said as he stepped through the door. “You and your obsession with redheads. I can see where my daughter gets it from.” Eva chuckled.

“Hey, now, don’t blame ME for Katie’s sexual attractions,” Eva teased the visitor. “After all, I’m just one of many in her life with that rather unique bent. And, really, considering present company, I’m not really even part of the club anymore. Talk to your friends from Midas!”

Eugene Frasier laughed heartily. “Lass, yer originally from Midas yerself, as I recall. And I’m well aware of how you and Lacie Ann spent yer time back when I was convalescing at the hospital. But…’tis neither here nor there. Come, lass. Let’s be off.”

“Of course, Master,” the psychic said demurely, grabbing her coat from the hook as they walked to the door.

“By the way,” Gene asked, causing her to pause, “who was that girl that just left?”

“Oh, just one of Katie’s friends,” Eva replied with a smirk. “Don’t worry, Master. I’m quite sure you’ll get the chance to meet her soon. Very soon.”