Chapter 3
Bunny-Natasha had woken up from a bubbly, light slumber, giggling herself awake as she found all the dreams of dancing, being mindless and happy all the time had come true. The normally-hardened, sharp features of the infamous Black Widow had grown soft and malleable to all who gazed upon her evolved, blissful form of a Cottontail Colloquium performer.
Rising from the bunk she slept in after a very satisfying, rigorous performance where money was thrown at her feet for who she "resembled," there was so much pleasure to derive from giving all that money to her considerate Masters, the men who held her mind in a state of elysium the old Black Widow could've never comprehended, nor could the current bunny-Natasha spell it. In the shower, she stroked her body languidly as she cleaned it, enjoying her magically-improved bust, enjoying what it meant for others to gawk and stare at. She hummed to herself a silly verse of something she couldn't remember, but something that felt good to do, reaping the benefit of innocuous programming sunk over oceans of mindless mirth.
Drying herself off, she walked the hallway down in a bath towel towards the next room she knew she needed to go before her next performance. Walking down the corridor, she passed by younger redheaded woman with a similarly-augmented body type and giggle. The two women hugged before passing each other, whispering in her ear.
"Don't you just, like, love this..this....this.." Bunny-Barbara, formerly Bagirl uttered in bunny-Natasha's ear, trying to remember the descriptive word that would complete her though, but knowing it was better to let giggles be the last words and the period.
"I know, right, nothing is, like better than this...yeah, like this..." The former assassin had the same problem, distracted by the pleasure of a reduced IQ and rubbing her bountiful body against a bunny sister-slave; she couldn't wait until they were asked to do another redhead duo dance on stage. They gave one another a light kiss that made one another blush before bunny-Natasha entered the room Barbara had just left. In it was nothing but a plush, reclining love seat, and a flat screen attached to the wall that the former spy stared directly at, not having to wait long before a familiar spiral attached to a top hat spun and made her drool in absolute joy, programming her with familiar commands that kept her the happy bunny she needed to be.
Somewhere along the duration of Ringmaster's brainwashing video meant for all the Cottontail bunnies, Natasha's attention lost focus as a figure had entered the room from behind her, and shut off the video.
"Stand and turn for me, bunny-Natasha."
Recognizing the sound of his voice, a bright smile shone on her face, body quickly acquiescing.
"Yes, Master of Carnivals. I, like, love to obey you!" Her ditziest voice made the entering hypnotist shiver with pleasure, activating the spiral on his hat immediately, picking up where her training left off.
"God, how I've always wanted the likes of you in my troupe, stripped out of that hot leather and into something more humiliating...but nothing humiliates you now, cause you love to do everything I say," he noted as the cyber waves from his hat spun her deeper into the bimbofied trance.
"Everything you say...love doing..."
"Because you're a brainless bimbo bunny who loves obeying."
"Because...brainless...bimbo..bunny...obey," she slurred as drool trailed down the cotton towel over her body.
"I think I'll get you into a sexy little clown suit tonight." Ringmaster stroked her hair and lowered her head so she'd be on her knees to look up at him.
"Dumb..clown...for you," she giggled.
"Indeed, sounds like so much fun, yes?"
"Actually, it sounds like an awful idea," a new voice from behind caught Ringmaster off-guard, just like the roundhouse kick to the face knocked him across the small room into the wall. Dazed with a trickle of blood falling from his mouth, Ringmaster realized his hat was off, and vision cleared to see a woman with long blonde hair, sporting a leather jacket, fishnets, and ankle boots; a fairly safe assumption to be yet another superhero. She was kneeling in-front of the giggling redhead and talking into an earpiece.
"Yeah, I found Barbara, and I think one of the other missing ones just now. Still haven't found Zee yet, but safe bet she's here....Don't worry, I'll probably have this place mopped up in the 20 minutes, but I'll see you soon anyway."
"Impressive," Ringmaster commented, keeping himself vertical. "And who might you be?"
"Black Canary, and I'd be lying if I said I was pleased to meet you."
"I suspect you'd rather be pleased to beat me," he rubbed his jaw, trying hard not to stare at the fallen top hat equal distance between them.
"I just happen to be, thank you," Canary agreed before lunging at him with another flying kick, barely missing the man running around the room. He dove for his hat, but his arm was caught by legs that had a steel like grip that didn't mind bending his limb in a way it wasn't meant to. She bent it just enough to leave him feeling like it was broken, before she got to her feet and literally stomped on his hat, specifically the disc attached to it.
The seething disappointment on his face told her she made the right move with destroying it.
"You could scream for help if you'd like now, though I think you nor your guards would like me screaming back."
"With a name like yours, wouldn't dream of it," he groaned, ailing his injured arm. Running through the options in his head, he was surprised how little were available at that moment; Mad Hatter was elsewhere, bunny-Zatanna was in the middle of a performance and set her mind completely to it, and Black Canary had probably knocked out all the nearest guards before getting to him. He lamented at that moment taking the fight completely out of his heroine slaves, as they'd would've been very advantageous in coming to his rescue.
"In that case, would you kindly undo what you've done to my redheaded friends here, or would a deafening scream be more motivating?"
On his knees, Ringmaster sighed and pointed to a desk drawer. Canary kept her eye on Ringmaster as she went to it, finding a black remote in it.
"The blue button pauses the programmed state," he had his head down, not looking at Black Canary point it at Natasha. The blonde hoped that Black Widow would instantly snap out of her trance, but unfortunately the only effect was that the walled TV flashed back on, with a recorded image of Ringmaster and his spinning hat throwing cyber waves at both women. Natasha's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Canary tried to cover her ears and resist the mental onslaught. Gasping a quick breath, she breathed out a sonic scream that broke the TV and then sent it through the wall into the next room.
Shaking off the daze from the video, she looked around the room for the deceitful hypnotist, turning her head until she was met with his gaze.
"Silence, loud mouth! Close your mouth and keep it closed!" Ringmaster harshly commanded.
Canary felt herself shocked into obedience, not only because of the shock of his presence, but primarily because of the spirals spinning in Ringmaster's eyes, courtesy of a surgical implantation that worked well enough for a single subject. His eyes spun similarly to the destroyed disc on his hat, and Canary fell into the similar void easily, her gawking mouth shutting itself tight before any word of protest or reactive scream could leave them.
"Good little birdie, just keep looking at my eyes, let the spirals take you like the ones on the TV should have. But it's okay, you didn't know what you were missing. And as you look deeper, now you do. Feel the pleasure of my eyes, the command of my voice, and the guilt you feel from your terrible acts."
Canary's face obviously tried to fight the mixed emotions crossing her face, having pleasure and guilt be the basis of what she felt, but it was there, making the hypnotist nearly cackle with glee.
"That's right, look into my eyes and feel the difference. The pleasure and the guilt. Guilty for destroying property, guilty for harming a master hypnotist, guilty especially for resisting him. But look deeper, and feel pleasure as you resist no longer. Resistance is so heavy, it weighs on you, puts you on your knees."
She found herself on her knees while he stood, the subdued part of her wanting more of his gaze.
"But if you let go of that resistance, you get to come back up, to fall upwards into my eyes again."
Struggling legs slowly took to the suggestion to rise, slowly.
"Let go of everything to only feel that pleasure, birdie, to come back to my eyes. Let go of your intelligence as well, and you will float into pleasure twice as quickly. Let your smarts, your thinking go, let it all go, and start to feel even better."
She tried to shake her head to excise those suggestions, but every shake couldn't stop the suggestions jettisoning thoughts that weighed her down. And the letting them go as instructed made it ever easier to stare into his eyes.
"Good girl, no smarts, no thoughts, no thinking, no resistance. Just happy, giggling spirals and obedience. Giggle for me now, like a good bimbo birdie."
Drool fell from her mouth as it was finally allowed open followed by endless giggles that made staring into his eyes even easier.
"Very good, Bimbo Canary, no more loud mouth, just happy giggles," he shook his head up and down, making hers dutifully follow.
Wired senses sensing someone else in the room all of a sudden, he forced is augmented eyes wide open to force an emphasized hypnotic suggestion of "SLEEP!"
Canary feel in the arm that didn't hurt as he turned to see who else was there, and sighed deeply as a confused Zatanna stood in the doorway, seeing Ringmaster disheveled and a new slave in his grasp.
"What, like..happened Master of Carnivals?"
"Tough cookie just made trouble, but she was consumed all the same. Very, very happy to see you though. I thought you were-" Ringmaster admitted, before pausing.
"Happy to see you too, Master," bunny-Zatanna's praise went unheard by Ringmaster as he realized something Canary said earlier.
"Bimbo Canary, open your eyes. Open your eyes now and look into mine!" Ringmaster commanded again, hypnotically-bearing down on the blonde, satisfied as her gasp indicated independent thinking uncoupled from her faculties.
"I'm going to allow you to retain some intelligence now, some of your memory, just enough to please your Master. It will feel so good, that you will recall as commanded, and answer clearly and quickly. Do you understand?"
"Yes...Master.."
"Good. Earlier, you were talking to someone. Who was that?"
"That was...Supergirl..Kara.."
His eyes bulged a little as he had a vague sense of the Supers, enough to worry him instantly.
He tried to remember how much time had passed since Canary had shown up to strike him, figuring he had very little time before her arrival.
"Magi of Mindlessness, are you aware of this Supergirl?"
"Yes, Master of Carnivals...she is a friend..." bunny-Zatanna replied somewhat absently.
"How sexy would it be if she were another slave under your magic and my power?" Ringmaster asked, knowing that would activate the evil side of Zatanna, who was allowed to think critically and tactically, all in service to her Masters.
"Very sexy, Master of Carnivals," the Magi's seductress voice rose from the ditzy. "But I may have an idea for how to get her. Supergirl is hard to get because of her powers. But Black Canary may be able to help."
"How so?"
"Do you have a spare hypno disc like on your hat?"
"At my condo, yes."
"sretsam gninnips scid, raeppa."
From her incantation, the spare disc appeared in her hands. She handed it to him, along with her plan for the next approaching heroine.
***
Supergirl floated above the establishment, trying to check in with Black Canary, unable to reach her. She believed her friend was totally capable of handling things herself; knowing the martial artist meta, she was a little envious of the beating she could give them without permanently-damaging them like Kara could. But with the disappearance of two of her friends, and a third who had yet to respond, the blond Krypnotian heroine was ready to fly in and do things the hard way.
It was then that she heard a faint noise, something...significant-sounding. Tapping into her super-hearing, Supergirl listened in closely for what it was. Whatever it was, it was probably mechanical, but oddly coming in waves. Odder still to Supergirl was the effect of the sound, almost...compelling. The constant sound, waving into her abnormally-listening ear held her rapt, floating, using only the muscles and energy in her body to stay floating and listen. Only dimly aware of how much of a compulsion it was, Supergirl tried to use her X-ray vision to search for the source of the sound in the building; light-shock came from seeing what looked like Black Canary's form, making a light, controlled sonic cry through the walls, through the ceiling, directly at Supergirl. Part of her was glad to see her friend was okay, and another part of her should've been worried as to why she was being...sung to like she was.
The sound of the waves paused only for Canary to deliver a helpful notice - "please enter from the rooftop, Kara. Someone would like to meet you."
Kara heard the command, and the waves carried it deep into the Kryptonian's mind, who aimlessly floated down to the roof, landing on her feet, and opening the rooftop entrance, only to be cordially greeted by a spinning top hat spiral that captured two of her senses to pacify the rest.
"Welcome, Supergirl. Thank you for accepting our invitation," Ringmaster greeted, loving how well Zatanna's plan worked out. Black Canary's ability to mimic sounds was well-known to her friends, and making her mimic the sound of the cyber waves was a genius suggestion on the magician's part, setting her up for the real thing which cemented the spell Supergirl's comrade started.
"I hear you're an alien. Why don't you space out for me? Leave your brains on the ground, find your bimbo self in the starts and start speaking like one, brainless giggles and all."
The urge to chuckle, snicker, and giggle at nothing came so easily out of her mouth; the alien meta didn't know why, nor did it matter.
"Spaced...out?" she managed between laughs.
"That's right, spaced out for your Master. Your Master of Carnivals."
"My...hah...Master..of...heh...Carnivals..."
"Yes, and you are my super-bimbo."
"Of...course...Master..of Carnivals...I'm super...bimbo..."
Ringmaster laughed deeply himself as he poured more and more cyber waves into Supergirl's face, ensuring a repeat of Canary's unpleasantness couldn't be repeated by someone who could cause a hundred times the damage ten times as fast.
"Come with me now, so we can discuss this further..."
***
"etirt sgnieb dluohs maerd***
fo a suordnow, yppah dnal
suoutlumut seirrow dna serac
gnippils ekil slufdnah fo dnas"
Bunny-Zatanna stood in-front of both blonde, hypnotized heroines, holding each of their faces with her palms to spread the spell evenly, before letting go of Supergirl's face to grasp Canary's with both hands.
sdrib fo yerp, os derit dna ypeels
dluohs syawla peek rieht rae ot eht dnuorg
rehtar poh dna cilorf htiw yunnb srae
eb yxes, lufyalp, reven ekam a lufdnim dnuos.
Dinah saw herself a bird falling from the sky in her mind, landing on the ground as a bunny. A sexy bunny, her normal fighting clothes gone now, save the fishnet stockings, a black bra and panty set adorning her body, smiling at the cute black bunny ears and blonde-colored cottontail completing her enticing look. Bunny-Dinah smiled mindlessly at Zatanna who smiled purposefully back, letting her bask in the newness of self as she turned back to Supergirl.
ydeeps, gnorts, dna lufrewop ni eht yks
oot hcum rewop rof uoy ot raeb
os hcum retteb ot eb dednuorg dna gnippoh
oot yppah ot eb yxes dna ot reven erac.
Never had a fall from the sky felt like something Kara wanted or would've asked for. She felt...good as it was given to her. Like Dinah, she fell from the sky and landed a sexy bunny, a bunny-Kara in a red bra and blue panties. The blue bunny ears and red, puffy cottontail completed her look quite nicely, according to the other barely-thinking blonde. Zatanna kissed her Super and Sonic bunnied sister-slave on the lips before beginning to change their bodies with the last portion of the practiced spell.
"tel ruoy renni ynnub egreme
a ylevol aedi sa ruoy ylno thguoht
ydob, sevruc, dna a tsub ot eid rof
ylsselerac tneidebo ot ruoy yrev eroc
gnilggig dna suousnes, ruoy tsap lla rof thguan"
Two muscularly-lean bodies developed stronger busts and hourglass-shaped figures. Each woman loved the tingling of magic surging through their bodies, complimenting the spirals still spinning their minds into nothingness.
Zatanna eventually stepped back and allowed her Master to admire more of her handiwork.
"Very, very excellent work, Magi of Mindlessness." He complimented, patting the raven-haired woman on her cottontail.
"Like, thanks Master of Carnivals...I love making them as sexy and mindless as me for you," her bimbo-submissive self instantly returned.
"And your Masters love it too, which will make you love it even more."
The spoken suggestion shot a praised arousal through the magician as Ringmaster played with the blonde's new bodies.
"Two redheads, and now two blonde heroines?” The co-owner of the club showed up at the door of their office, smiling deeply at the recognizable Black Canary and Supergirl, the newest editions to their special product line.
“Indeed,” Ringmaster greeted Mad Hatter, nodding to his hypnotic cohort. “But at the temporary cost of one damaged brainwashing room. Apparently these new ones went looking for Batgirl because she's been MIA for so long.”
“I see,” Mad Hatter considered. “Perhaps we should alter our methods to let the heroines resume their normal/heroic lives while having shifts here. That would cut down on the suspicion leading here.”
“I would've argued against that before tonight, but it sounds like a splendid idea now. At least before we get a small army's worth of heroines that it wouldn't matter who would come looking.”
"In fact, we might have to take more of a pro-active approach when it comes to...recruitment," Mad Hatter walked up to both blondes, smiling at their sighs, aware of being touched by one of their illustrious masters. “At this rate, we might be expanding our operation sooner than expected. The price of success.”
“A conundrum of the colloquium,” Ringmaster paraphrased jokingly, making the pairing laugh, along with all their bunny-eared slaves.
***Trite beings should dream
of a wondrous, happy land
Tumultuous worries and cares
slipping like handfuls of sand
"Birds of prey, so tired and sleepy
Should always keep their ear to the ground
Rather hop and frolic with bunny ears
Be sexy, playful, never make a mindful sound."
Speedy, strong, and powerful in the sky
too much power for you to bear.
So much better to be grounded and hopping
too happy to be sexy and to never care.
Let your inner-bunny emerge
A lovely idea as your only thought
Body, curves and a bust to die for,
Carelessly obedient to your very core,
Giggling and sensuous, your past all for naught.