Scarlet Wars: Episode 2 (Part 2: Mesmero the Magnificent)

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

“Ahh, now that’s better~” Mark grinned, cracking his neck and feeling his newly grown mustache, “Now we can all have some proper fun on this show!”

Wanda looked around. It wasn’t just the hypnotist, all the men now had big bushy chevron style lip hair, synonymous with the adult men in the adult men industry back in the 60s. The age of liberty, freedom of expression, and some other word that didn’t come to Wanda’s mind straight away.

Wandavision XXX was back. Though, obviously, Wanda did not know a thing. She was just as baffled by the change as everyone else, but was willing to go along with it for the sake of the children.

“Sorry for the delay, everyone! I just get the feeling this is what we’re all really here for~” He chuckled in that delightful accent again. The crowd were still warm to his antics, some more than others, especially when his hand slowly descended towards his zipper. “Now, before I bring out mah delightful ‘magic wand’, I say we get some base level relaxation in, just to get everyone comfortable.”

He winked at Wanda, who felt another flutter of her heart at the man’s brazen flirting.

"Breathe in deeply, and now breathe out…”
The upstanding citizens of Westview could be seen taking a big breath.

He continued, “That’s fine, you’re doing perfectly… breathe in deep, relax, and breathe out all your tensions…Breathe in peace and tranquility, and simply breathe out all your anxieties.”

As his voice, smooth as buttered honey, began weaving its hypnotic spell, a collective shiver rippled through the crowd. It wasn't a natural tremor, though. It was the sudden release of tension, a thousand pent-up anxieties seeking escape.

With Mark's every gentle syllable, that invisible grip loosened. Faces, taut masks of suppressed unease, softened into expressions of unguarded trust. Shoulders, burdened by the weight of an unseen world, slumped in relief. Fingers unclenched, palms turning up like empty bowls waiting to be filled with calm.

"Let your fears and concerns drift away. Just listen to my voice and relax. Glamor? Anything to add?"

She had been so enraptured by his words, Wanda almost had to tear herself back to reality. Never having been a hypnotist’s assistant before, she had to adlib what she assumed he wanted. "Um. A-allow yourself to sink deeper.” She started, getting an eager nod to continue, “a deeper state of relaxation, a deeper trance, a state of perfect obedience, perfect trust, and perfect relaxation… let go and let Mark take control..."

The collective sigh that rose with Wanda's sentences was almost audible, a wave of exhales washed over the square. It carried the rustle of uncrossing legs, the gentle release of held-in breaths, the soft thump of foreheads landing on tables in surrender. Some, eyes fluttering closed, leaned into the embrace of slumber, faces finally free of the **** cheer that had become their default.

The butcher, Amos Hill, notorious for his grumpy scowl, now sported a goofy grin. The librarian, Erin McCormack, a petite brunette with the ends of her chin-length hair curling in a bouffant, was slumped so low in her chair she seemed ready to slide under the table. Dottie, usually a paragon of uptight posture, was sprawled back in her chair like a sunbathing starfish. Herb's normally jowly features, a source of local humor, had relaxed into a state of placid contentment. Arthur, ever the dominant patriarch, had his bearded face plastered to Natasha's expansive bosom in a dreamy expression.

Mark blinked, a flicker of surprise disrupting the smooth flow of his hypnotic routine. He'd expected a handful of volunteers, perhaps Beverly with her bubbly enthusiasm or Norm with his ever-eager grin. Instead, the entire town square lay before him like a field of sunflowers bowed low in the breeze. A sea of relaxed smiles, slack bodies, and dreamy eyes, the Westview Talent Show, which moments earlier had buzzed with nervous energy, was now a serene and somnolent garden, its residents a chorus of slow and even breaths.

“Perfect.”

ZIIP!

Geraldine was Monica and Monica was Geraldine.

Geraldine was in the driver's seat, the main character in their story. But... there was a lot more Monica than there was Geraldine.

Her character, as scripted, wasn't a background extra, but she certainly wasn't the star either. More... a recurring bit who occasionally stole the spotlight. Monica was a strong independent woman with her own agency... much of the time she could even recall that she was an agent of SWORD on a mission to discover why Wanda Maximoff had vanished and the town of Westview along with her.

Monica had a rich past, family, friends, accomplishments... of director Hayward, Jimmy, and Darcy… Nick and Carol… but the version of her she was acting with now had... far less to her. Geraldine had a past but it was a lot more shallow. Underwritten. She was a new neighbor who had only known the neighborhood for a day and didn't have a lot of friends yet. Her sole purpose was to act as Wanda's sounding board, her confidant. The person who made sure Wanda was doing what was right.

Oddly enough her one interesting character trait seemed to be a decided preference for men with very large penises. White ones in particular, though Geraldine wasn't racist and liked any phallus as long as they were big enough to earn a visit to her throat doctor.

Geraldine was supposed to act like she was falling under Mark's (Mesmero's) spell along with the rest of the town square.

She had no reason to question things.

There wasn't any plot need for her to resist. She was a supporting character that only got occasional focus.

Just a cog in the wheel of life. Not even allowed to recognize the strange words that kept escaping the backstage Agnes’ mouth as she sat next to an **** Vision. The act needed some duped fools, the episode needed stakes, and she was scripted to pretend to fall under Mark’s ‘spell’.

Just a cog, spinning away.

Spinning away. There was no need to really fall under. Spinning in. Her two minds could stay intact. Spinning out. Maybe Geraldine, the simple woman, would become so enamored she’d actually become hypnotized, but not Monica. Mon-In-ca. M-Out-ica. In. Out. Monica was a smart member of SWORD, surely a few simple breathing movements like a yoga retreat would never affect her that deeply, inside and out? In. Out.

In. Out.

Penis!

Mark had his cock out.

Oh boy, was it ever out.

Hefting farther to the floor than any man or woman present had ever seen before (except Wanda, who noted how similar it looked to Vision’s human meat from last night), swinging around with accompanying bulbous orbs, and looking violently arousing even in gray scale. All eyes were locked onto it, all breaths were hitched in throats, it was absolutely mind boggling.

“Hoo, it really does have quite the heft to it.” The dick owner commented, shaking it back and forth in a comedic way to make the eyes of everyone follow along, “And that engine inside of it… really makes the brain focused on spreading what’s inside it! What do you think, Glamor?”

“It’s bigger than a cucumber…” Wanda mumbled, unable to stop herself before blurting it out. A light laugh washing over the crowd, both in and out of the studio.

With a faux bashful smirk, Mark said, “Ain’t she a doll? Well, on with the show! Raise your hand if you wanna be hypnotized by my magic wand here, and we’ll start with the first volunteer.”

All the women confidently karate chopped the sky with their enthusiasm. **** eyes to be picked, like the teacher was offering an extra slice of pizza for the next correct answer.

The mustached men made meeker moves, but still curious minds got the better of them. Hands were raised but only half mast, perhaps the same level they’d compare to Mesmero (though they were confused as to why they all collectively thought that).

“Ah, you truly are too much,” the new man in town warmly spoke, seeming to have a hard time with how overwhelmed his heart swelled, “Well, let’s get some quick changes into the eager ones!” He said, grabbing his cock and aiming its mighty heft at Erin McCormack. “Look at the cock, look at the way the meat moves up and down, up and down.”

“Up and down… up and down…” the bouffant babe repeated. Lost in the sheer size of that schlong and the way the meat bent around his fingers.

“When I drop my wand… you will become… a chicken!”

Slap!

“BACKAW!”

The woman was quick to follow her orders. Arms folding back, eyes looking distant, and a crouch in her walk as she began waddling around the ground. Claps of amazement erupted around her, and laughter soon followed as her head poked around the gray grass for potential food.

“You sir!” Mark kept the momentum going with a surprised tall man who locked eyes with his cock, “Shall be a cuckoo clock that only chimes to keep track of the general all around sexiness of the scene, your black dick can keep time- sexy time!”

Immediately he stood up, stiff as a board, face much more stoic than before. An unmoving tower of muscle.

“And the young lady with him, your new role is to make sure everyone is comfortable and sexy and to flash just as I tell you to! Starting with him!”

The younger girl hopped up on instruction, a short haired slightly asian looking brunette, dressed in a lovely flowing sundress that really showed off exactly how jiggly those baps were, ready to unhook the straps at a moments notice to let those jubblies jibble free.

“CUCKOO!”

Another clap, laugh, and whoop fest from the audience. Mark really had them eating out the palm of his hand.

“Amazing job, and what’s your name my dear?”

“Barbara.” Said Daisy Johnson, “Barbara Smith, Master Mesmero!”

“Ah yes~ one of the new ones in town. You just love being hypnotized like this, don’t you?” He asked to a raucous amount of nodding from the girl, “Hmm. Barbara. A lovely name for such a nefarious flasher hitting the streets of Westview, why, it looks like she’s about to flash ME too!”

Wanda got an eyeful of the truly fleshed out flesh piles. Barbara really did have some nice little breasts, even if Mark’s attention on her made her a little angry for some reason.

“Hmm, so men put their things inside there… I bet that would feel good…”

The mustached stud was considering putting his cock between those tits? That… would make for a bad show. No other reason. Even if Wanda could admit that Barbara’s rack had some quality, the bouncy gray lumps got wagged in his direction one too many times for the assistant not to step in. Mark should be playing with Wanda, not her! With a click on her fingers, she decided she had to divert Mark’s attention away from this slut…

“CUCKOO!”

All eyes went back to the clock man, “Oh? Seems like this clock strikes twice a day!” Mark laughed, slapping his knee in hysterics at the stoic bald man, “Maybe Cuck-oo is right!” His joke rippled through the crowd, with another chime from the newly cuck-ified man. “Woo~ well, thank you Barbara. Why don’t you go around and flash whatever audience member looks like they need to grope you the most? Everyone, don’t be scared to give a hearty squeeze to Ms. Smith here!”

“I’m sad!” Yelled one man, “Please come console me!” He insisted, much to the amusement of the audience as the topless trollop walked over to him. Earning another ‘CUCKOOO’ from the large bald man.

Mark seemed satisfied, and Wanda was happy when he turned back to her, “Glamor, why don’t you give us a few orders? My assistant needs to get used to hypnotizing you after all!”

“Yes sir, The Great Mesmero.” The Avenger smiled warmly as she embraced her role even more, turning to the crowd to pick some targets for him. “Well, why don’t we get some more showmen out here? You, please look at Mesmero’s large tool.” She guided a petite woman in the back to meekly follow the order, “With every stroke of his thick meat, you will believe you are a ballerina that just NEEDS to perform!”

The timid girl danced so beautifully, you’d never guess she was the town librarian.

“You will be our circus clown!”

Another older gentleman who looked as sour as three lemons at the DMV had also switched personalities at the flip of a switch. Honking his nose, doing a cartwheel, all with a big dandy smile upon his lips.

“And you-!”

Ah, right, Dottie.

She was the one that Wanda was trying to impress. She was the town gossip, the trend setter, how could she ever tell her what to do?

“Ah, I know that one.” Mark chuckled, “You know, why don’t we invite that brat up here? She is a ‘guest of honor’, after all.”
His sass may have bitten off more than it could chew.

Everyone gasped at his words. Calling Dottie a ‘Brat’?! Did he not care about his town standing?! Though what was really surprising, was that the blonde actually did stand up.
“Hmph! That better not be made of paper mache.”

The town was baffled. Was her only qualm really that his penis was real? Without a second word, the woman marched up towards the stage.

“Everything is real, darlin’! Course, with hypnosis it really helps to have the right target.” He winked at Wanda, making her both panic and swoon internally.

Cheers laced with a strange confusion as the blonde woman walked up the stairs with a high level of arrogant haughtiness. “Of course! Everyone always says I’m a natural at being hypnotized!”

Mark shockingly gave a condescending smirk to her, “Course you are, darlin’. Glamor, why don’t you pick another couple a’ guests to bring up here?”

Going with the flow seemed like the only course of action here. Was there a secondary great pick? The butcher? The baker? That woman in the back who looked quite like her old friend Black Widow?

“Make sure to pick someone of high upper standing, Wanda. Like my husband.” Dottie insisted as soon as she got on stage, “I don’t want to share the stage with anyone.”

Mark rolled his eyes, taking a firm hold of her shoulder in a way that made wince in shock, “Good thing you enjoy being hypnotized. First demonstration: Our lovely Dottie can only speak when spoken to!”

The gossip of the town who refused to shut her mouth lest it fall off, suddenly went quieter than a balloon traveling to space. One would assume anger or rage by being treated this way, but her face heated up from the sheer control Mesmero had over her. Every second of silence made her eyes flutter in pleasure. Obeying. The clothes on her chest getting that slight bit tighter as her nipples hardened as well.

Wanda marveled at the power Mark wielded. A little part of her so happy to see Dottie put in her place like that. A trust forming in her to trust even more with him as time went on, wanting to play with the town like he was. Though she tried to fight against her own subconscious thoughts.
“Hmm, well, how about Desmond?”

Not wanting to anger her precious Dottie even with Mesmero’s control over her, Wanda pointed over to one of the other upperclassmen of the town. Yet another middle aged white man of Westview, Wanda had mostly ignored him to make sure there weren't too many characters for the audience to follow. He also sort of annoyed the Avenger. The dentist of the town with a bit too much strut in his step from his slightly more attractive than average jawline and years of high school era women telling him how attractive he was for kicking a ball almost well. “Well, if the fine ass in a leotard asks me to come up, then I’ll do what I can to oblige.”

A strut that Mark also decided to dislike. “Ah, Desmond the Dentist. You wouldn’t mind showing off my power by walking like a caveman up here, would you?”

“UNGA BUNGA! UNGA BUNGA! OOGA CHAKA! UNGA BUNGA!”

Oh how the audience cheered. Even though they were losing chances to be picked to come up on stage rapidly, they couldn’t help but marvel at Mesmero’s abilities. A cocky dentist that had always treated those around him rudely was now humiliating himself so easily.

It was the same abilities Wanda had been feared for, now used in a comical way to make an asshole walk on his knuckles.

But there was one woman that caught her eye as they all watched Demond arrive that Wanda felt she wanted to give extra care to, “Geraldine!” Said Wanda after almost no hesitation, spotting the woman laughing behind the stage. “Can you come here and be participant three?”

Monica hadn’t even realized she was an option.
“Yes! Yes of course!”

A grimace passed over the silent Dottie’s mouth. Clearly unhappy about having to be on stage with the help, but also breathing hard at the chance to have that opinion be changed.

Soon it was all five up there together. Mesmero and his assistant, with Dottie, Desmond, and Geraldine sitting on chairs in a line as the willing participants to this hypno show.

“Now, we have some wonderful tricks for you all to enjoy~” Mark purred to the audience.

Thankfully no one was too salty about not being picked, instead just clapping as curiosity piqued.