Chapter 1
On the edge of National City, on a warm evening nearing the end of summer, the spotlights of a spectacular show drew attention to the occupied fairgrounds lit with full parking lots, and a big top circus tent packed with a full house. From outside, the sounds of "oooh"s, "aaahs" and an occasional thunderous applause drew much interest from the citizens of the city limits, drawing newcomers as well as repeat attendees who couldn't seem to get enough of the show. It was becoming one of the most talked-about attractions in town while their tent was still pitched there, for reasons involving excitement, and suspicions based on odd rumors. The rumors seemed strange enough, leaned on the right side of lawful with a few missing person reports filed, just before the missing people miraculously showed up, admitted having taken a trip and gone a little wild before returning to their normal lives. While it raised eyebrows, it didn't cross the threshold of criminal for local law enforcement; on the other hand, raised eyebrows were more than enough for a superhero to at least begin their own investigation.
Hanging in the air out of the way of the spotlight paths, Supergirl watched with her X-ray vision as the circus presentation was concluding. It was their fifth night in the National City area, and the show the blonde superheroine witnessed was fairly standard for a show, with nothing out of the ordinary. She admittedly didn't catch the entire show after having to help put out a large warehouse fire, but arrived towards latter half to see several unique demonstrations being put on, and the crowd seemingly impressed with all of them. As budding investigator Kara Danvers, she tried to do her due diligence with looking into the missing person's reports, and everything seemed strangely-okay with all of the details she could gather, with the exceptions that all of the recent almost-missing persons were women, and all of them mentioned the circus a lot of the city was talking about.
Crowds of people were exiting the big top, and most of the chatter from the audience were statements ranging from "amazing" and "spectacular" to "the best show I've ever seen." While National City wasn't Metropolis, it had its share of amazing acts and shows come through; Supergirl wondered what acts she missed to warrant such praise.
From her unseen elevation, the flying heroine waited until the lights began to go out, watching to see if there were signs of kidnapping, muffled whimpers, bodies bound up and crouched in small areas; all her enhanced sight yielded was the costumed circus staff were closing up for the night. After more than fifteen minutes of waiting for something to happen, Kara was about to leave when the faint sound of club music came from a back portion of the big top. As she focused around the area, she honed her sight in on the staff again, and found what looked like a make-up artist working on several women, applying make-up and costuming to them rather than taking it off for the evening. But even stranger was the women themselves, standing and sitting on command like automatons, expressionless except for the music nearby their pulses reacted to; Supergirl wondered if her impressive list of abilities included mind-reading, could anything be found in their heads.
As she floated down to ground level, outside the tenting, she got a closer look at the make-up artist and his subjects; each seemingly empty-headed women seemed to smile a little as white clown make-up was applied, followed by various skimpy outfits befitting sleazy themed strip clubs. When the first woman's transformation was complete, a blonde whose expression found an airy sense of self, she began to giggle. Kara raised her eyebrow at the giggling not being at blonde woman's brightly-colored suspendered bodysuit and red fishnet stockings, but for no other reason that she existed. As the music rose in volume, she found more reason to smile, more reason to touch her own body. Fondling herself through the racy clothing, she began to walk forward, almost in a skip. Long hair tied into pigtails bounced as she practically skipped to the source of the music, a miniature big top at the back, modified with a stage and dancing poles in the middle of the performance pit. Towards the entrance, she was stopped by the circus's ring leader, still dressed in his garish, green, star-ridden jacket and boots, and that strange top hat.
"We're looking slutty tonight, aren't we?" he asked her leeringly.
"We...who we..." the blonde asked, trying to form a thought, giggling again at her failure. She was more interested in trying to treat the showman like a dancing pole, grinding against him.
"Slutty," she whispered, trying to seduce the man who she felt strangely smitten by. "I'm like...so slutty...for you, Master," she chuckled.
"Later, bimbo, time to dance now."
"Yeah...ha ha....dance..." she stepped past him and moved fearlessly towards the closest dancing pole available, enthusiastically grinding and swinging her body against it, for several new patrons whose presence had evaded Supergirl's noticing - she'd focused so much on the sexy clowns that their creation being made for an exclusive audience had finally occurred to her. Through waiting to see what this after-hours circus could conjure up, Supergirl swooped into the smaller tent, appearing directly in-front of a very startled Ringmaster, who'd fell on his ass, looking up, confused. Most of the room, the other circus members watching, and the new, rich looking guests gasped at the heroine's sudden appearance, while the four dancing bimbo clowns only paid attention to the music and their own programmed personalities.
"Whatever this is, you sick freak, it ends now," Supergirl declared with hands on her hips staring the green-clad man down. Taking a few breaths, Ringmaster sat up and sighed.
"I guess a 'welcome Supergirl' is in order, though I admit you're a very unexpected guest." He glanced over at one of his peers before giving a humble smile back to the interloper. "I'm Maynard Tiboldt, the host of this little soiree; you can call me the Ringmaster. And sorry to say, there's nothing sick going on here, just willing acts by willing adults."
"I'll call you by your inmate number once the cops know about your soiree; these women certainly didn't look willing when you dressed them up to be mindless clowns."
"You'd be very surprised what people are willing to be, with just a little suggestion or nudge in a direction they had never considered before," he reaching over for this top hat that fell off after his unceremonious fall. He was inches from reaching it to give Supergirl a nudge before ending up standing, brought up by Supergirl who held him up with ease.
"Does that include you, Ringmaster, when I suggest that you release these women, and surrender peacefully?"
"Actually, you may want to take that up with my lovely associate. Glamazonia," he uttered past Supergirl, who suddenly felt an incredible pair of arms wrapping themselves around the blonde's body, keeping the Kryptonian surprisingly restrained. Few people on the planet were capable of such a feat, but turning her head, she found a redheaded bombshell of a woman one of the few, bearing only slight exertion in her face. Kara felt herself able to repel the other woman's strength, flexing her alien muscles to break out of the struggling embrace. She lifted both of them off the ground a foot to make a point of how outmatched Glamazonia was, but she seemed only concerned with holding Supergirl as long as she could.
"Ah, I guess he got to you too. If you let me go, I promise I'll free you too," she was close to breaking the hold.
"I suggestion you don't give the idea of freedom a second thought, nor any thought..." Supergirl turned her head forward to find her vision completely engulfed in a spiraling wave.
"Surrender, Supergirl! You have no will, no mind."
The stunned Kryptonian could only gasp reactively, stilled to being wide-eyed and mouth agape, staring at the center of the spiral, and at the commanding silhouette behind the saturating wave.
"You now belong body and soul to the Ringmaster!"
As the words flowed into her unresistant mind, the cyber wave generated by Ringmaster's hypnotic hat ceased.
"Lower yourself back to the ground, now." Ringmaster commanded, and Supergirl unconsciously obeyed, bringing both mighty women back to the ground.
"Dammit, Eliot, the tenting here was supposed to be lead-based. This super-idiot shouldn't have been able to see what was going on inside," Maynard yelled at the older clown across the tent over the still-playing club music.
"This risky proposition was your idea, just like it was your idea to debut the Circus of Crime again in a city protected by said super-idiot," Eliot replied in his typical unfazed monotone, still smoking a cigarette.
"Tiboldt, you said this place was safe," one of the exclusive guests complained.
"It is now, as you can see, good sir," Ringmaster tried to regain his composure, appealing to his rich clientele.
"I don't think so, I'm outta-"
"None of you think at all, whelps!" Ringmaster yelled again, extending the hypnotic cyber wave to the guests trying to leave. "You will return to your seats and enjoy the show, AND pay double the agreed upon fee," he added, taking advantage of the situation.
"And to think, with your power, you don't even need hypnotized bimbo clowns to make an audience pay you," the Circus of Crime's make-up artist known as the Professor commented at the scene.
"True, but I love putting on a good show, just as you love making willing subjects presentable," Ringmaster smiled at the Professor, who smiled back.
"It is where I get to flex my creative muscles," the thin stylist admitted. "And speaking of, I think Glamazonia needs a touch-up while you make little flying girl here forget about this place," the Professor noted, seeing Glamazonia's skin-toned paint rubbing off of Supergirl's suit, revealing green skin beneath Professor's excellent work.
"Forget? Oh no, my good man," Ringmaster commented, touching Kara's blank face. "I think we have our next project right here, just imagine what we could bring in with a super bimbo clown. Finish up Glamazonia, while I prep our willing subject here."
The Professor nodded, leading the uncovered She-Hulk backstage, while Ringmaster stood firmly before Supergirl to start another cyberwave.
"Supergirl, your identity is false," Tiboldt informed the stunned blonde. "You are not Super at all, but you are a girl. Just a girl. Just a silly girl. Yes...that S on your suit stands for Sillygirl. Not smart at all, but so, so silly."
Drowning in the waves, Kara felt her inner identity altered, her figurative clothes being ripped off, naked before Ringmaster, his to mold. And in his words, she was undressed and redressed someone dumber than before. A smile appeared on her face all of a sudden, one that didn't make sense, but that didn't couldn't stop her from doing it.
"Sillygirl has no use for smarts, she likes being dumb, vapid, concerned only with her looks, and with what I say. You're just a bimbo, Sillygirl. That's all Sillygirl is, a bimbo who just wants to be a bimbo. But then again, you could hope to be something more..."
Ringmaster ended the cyberwave to point an IQ-dwindling Kara in the direction of the bimbo clowns dancing.
"The most Sillygirl could ever aspire to is being a bimbo clown. A dumb girl wearing bright, cheerful colors, a sexy painted performer, loving to dance for me and whoever I tell you to. Thinking isn't your strong suit, only obeying, only dancing and looking pretty, only being the best bimbo clown you could be...."
Kara watched the girls a very distant part of herself tried to scream about saving, deafened by the hypnotic effects that cleared her eyes and showed her what she suddenly wanted more than anything to emulate.
Her head turned back to Maynard as he gripped her chin.
"Are we an obedient bimbo now, Sillygirl?"
"Yes....Ringmaster...." she beamed at her new master, struggling to get the words out at first.
"And what do you think of smarts?"
Kara nearly sneered as she laughed at that. "No smarts for me, just bimbo," her airy, mindless tone uttered.
"Spell 'unintelligible,'" he commanded.
"Uhh.....I..uhh....U....I...don't know..." she giggled loudly, giving up trying to easily.
"Who's unintelligible?" he asked.
"Uhh......huh? What's that...?" she asked laughing and confused. He had yet to see how some unique beings, especially aliens took to his patented hypnotism; fortunately even Kryptonians were as susceptible as everyone else.
"That's perfect," he commented, and she just smiled at his pleased expression.
"You know what's hot?" he asked.
"Being a bimbo?"
"Me," he whispered at her, and she leaned into his grip, depositing lust in him with a long, unthinking kiss. He had to end the kiss himself before they both ran out of air, just in-time to see the Professor returning with a refreshed Glamazonia.
"Go with the Professor, he's going to make your dreams come true, making you into a bimbo clown."
He loved seeing her blue eyes brighten, knowing she'd be what she suddenly always wanted to be. Walking along with the Professor, she couldn't wait to carry out Ringmaster's will.
***
An hour later, a new bimbo clown bearing a striking resemblance to Supergirl beneath pale make-up was at the center of the performance pit, giving Ringmaster a hearty lap dance, enjoying how her master gripped her ass and dry humped her as the crowd cheered the newcomer on. Dressed in a red and white unitard, blonde pig tails, accentuating eye make-up and a fluffy red nose, Sillygirl danced and grinded for her master, the only semblance of smarts she possessed was trying to get her master as hot and bothered as possible, hoping the most handsome man in her world would use her however he wished.
"Sillygirl, what's 57 times 236?" he held a microphone between them to everyone could hear their exchange.
"I don't know? I'm a bimbo clown," she complained as she threw her head back.
"What's 2 times 2?"
"I don't know, I'm a bimbo clown," she turned around to grind herself against his leg, more concerned about getting off, unable to process numbers.
"How do you spell 'bimbo?'"
"I don't know, I'm a bimbo clown," she breathed, trying to reach an orgasm he hadn't allowed yet.
"Are you a bimbo clown, Sillygirl?"
"I don't know, I'm a bimbo clown," she cried as she edged hard against him, not paying attention to the laughter erupting from her responses.
"You're a bimbo clown for Ringmaster, Sillygirl," he made a declarative statement about what Kara really was, somehow triggering the orgasm she'd been silently begging for, screaming to the sound of applause, bringing a close to their best show yet.
***
"Can't believe Supergirl is one of your bimbo clowns now," Eliot said at their round table meeting after the show was done and all the money was collected, genuinely impressed at the unexpected turn of events.
"Supergirl is barely a thing anymore; Sillygirl on the other hand..." Maynard laughed, slapping Kara's clown ass who grinned idiotically. "And she's just a taste of things to come."
"You're getting more, boss?" asked Bruno, their resident strongman, and the one who initially lured She-Hulk into Ringmaster's clutches.
"What better way for the Circus of Crime to make their mark than to turn some of the most beautiful, most powerful heroines into bedazzled, stupefied jesters? Think of the clientele from that, and what we can charge for that too."
Everyone seemed to agree, nodding and imagining what more transformed heroine could look like.
"With are Circus of Crime almost fully reformed, and an army of superheroines to command, who could stop us?"
"They're pretty spread out though," Professor admitted. "You got the big one here, but we'll need to travel if we're going to get others."
"Or we'll get them to come here," Maynard replied.
"Who's next on your list, Ringmaster?" Bruno asked.