![]() Then they were closed on to what she assumed to be two of the guards cock’s. She also felt her hands being fiddled with in the bay in front of her. She thought about kicking the guard but knew that meant instantaneous death. “My first one being… you will not retort with any sort of force no matter what is done to you.” Suddenly, Elastigirl felt a slap on her soft rear two bays down. “He’s here to shoot you if at any point you disobey my orders.” Syndrome grew a serious look on his face. But Alexi here…” Syndrome said as he pointed to the guard with gun in his hand. I’ll explain what it does once it’s all set up. “This machine is what I came up with to defeat you. “What is it going to do to me? And why is he holding a gun?” Syndrome stood up and walked next to the machine. “What is that machine?” Elastigirl asked in a panicked voice as she watched the guards set the machine up. Another guard came up next to Elastigirl, armed with a gun. The guards started getting the machine ready right away, each setting up a different part of the machine. The guards stopped the machine a few feet from Elastigirl’s face with the hose facing her. It had multiple buttons and levers, all of which Elastigirl was scared to imagine what they did. It had a funnel on top and a hose in the front. It barely fit under Elastigirl’s elongated bungee cord like arms as they pushed it towards her. Syndrome and Helen watched as a huge platform on wheels was being pushed by a few guards. A rattling sound flooded the air like a shopping cart was being brought to the two. But what if your elasticity, the thing that gives you purpose was also the thing that destroyed you?” Syndrome said as he gave Elastigirl a menacing look. Your stretchiness would defeat all its attacks. “See, the Omnidroid couldn’t defeat you but it gave me an idea on how I could. Incredible did all those years ago.” Syndrome knelt down and pulled up the Omnidroid chart again. But now it’s time for you to pay the price for what Mr. “As promised… your family is on their way home now. He walked over to her and put his hand on her cheek, his groin area inches away from her mouth. Syndrome then turned around, continuing to play with Elastigirl’s elongated arms. ![]() “Yes… bring the other three back to their home… blindfold them so they don’t know remember the route… bring it to sector 10, bay 4… however many you want… we’ll figure it out.” Syndrome said as he spoke to someone on the radio. Syndrome stood up and walked a couple of paces, playing with Elastigirl’s bungee cord-like arms as he spoke onto his radio. “Option three!” She announced in his ear. “Sorry, what was that?” Syndrome said as he smirked at her. “O-option three.” Helen whispered out defeated. And even without her, they would be okay. She couldn’t sentence them to death, nor could she send Jack Jack to this man child. Samus takes a deep breath as the gooey orbs expand and roll over her face.(Note: If you haven’t read the first two editions yet, I recommend you read those first to get a better understanding of this edition.) “Well? What’s the answer going to be Elastigirl?” Syndrome asked as he flipped the holographic view from his computerized armband back to her captured family. Now the hunter is completely pinned down, she winces as the gelatinous mass grows heavier and quakes with the impact of more sticky balls. A ball strikes her shoulder, forcefully pushing her over on her side. The pressure on her is firm yet still squishy and soft. She can feel her limbs locking into position as the growing sticky balls connect with each other. She looks on in distress as her right arm is completely pinned down by the balls, and she feels a flurry of the squishy balls attach to her back. Samus buckles and falls to her knees, gluing her legs to the floor. As the orb-like blobs expand, they grow more and more heavy. Even Samus can't avoid the barrage of sticky projectiles, and is slowed down by each one that attaches to her body. One of them grapples it's self to her hand and gun. Knowing she can easily be overpowered, she makes a break for the end of the hall. Another blob strikes her side, and she looks up at the wall of turrets that appeared on both sides of her, shooting the sticky bullets at her. Taking a few moments to asses, Samus notices that the gooey expanding ball on her is completely stuck. Samus stumbles as the first ball hits her leg. The disadvantaged space hunter creeps down the hallway, firearm in hand. Samus finds herself in a strange lab, without her suit.
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