Chapter 5
Multi-colored spotlights filled the main entertaining area of the Cottontail Colloquium, highlighting and bouncing off the supple, pristine bodies of so many dancers who danced in cages and around poles with the grace and natural charisma of someone born to be a world-class stripper, or reborn if some of the patrons truly knew. It was truly hard for any of them to care though, as each lucky member were so taken by the scintillating undulations and eager smiles of the club bunnies, each adorned with cottontail panties, a set of bunny ears complete with a thin, card like device that maintained their brainwashing as they danced, and the tale-tell signs of mindless eager smiles plastered across their faces befitting a deep bimbofied trance. Both patron and bunny seem to be deeply entranced, both forgetting that there was any existence beyond the club and its modus operandi.
The lighting subtly shifted from multi-colored to a soft white, signaling to all of the bunnies that their dances needed to stop, and new actions needed to be taken; they all stopped dancing and immediately began to move away from their customers, giving them a chance to recover and be cordially assisted to move for a special presentation. Many of the bunnies with standard white cottontails and bunny ears were assisted by club bouncers to help move tables and chairs off to the edge of the main entertaining area, while only a specific few bunnies remained in the center.
The music softened along with lighting as well, transitioning from pulsing club music to a light, catchy fairy tale tune. For the bunnies that remained in the center, expressions transitioned as well from sultry to quirky and silly, as if being told a story that made them giddy. The devices attached to their bunny ears made that likely, electronically-triggering parts of their brains activating conditioning and memories about the happiest of fables, the life of being a bimboed bunny that only got better as the story went along.
Once the arrangement was complete, the music hit a jubilant note along with a soft drum beat, and the centered bunnies turned into an orchestra of giggles, laughing at one another, hopping on the balls of their feet at tip toes.
The blonde bunny with the blue ears and cottontail bounced off her toes to the closest wall, not far from the other bunnies, crouched and giggling to herself, loudly-claiming "you can't see me, you can't see me!"
"See who?" a bunny with purple ears and a yellow puff on her ass, hoping on her toes like the others, chasing an elusive one with black ears and a red puff on her ass.
"See who?" the chased black-and-red rabbit asked whoever asked the question.
"See who?" the blue-clad blonde bunny asked, forgetting she made the declaration; only her memory was truly invisible, and that cued all three bunnies to laugh at one another and continue.
A bunny with red ears and a blue tail kept trying to jump higher and higher to reach the sky, to fly like a bird. "I can't fly...I can't fly...I can't fly..." she repeated over and over again in-spite of never ceasing to try.
"You can't fly, I can't sing..." was sung beautifully by the one with black ears and a blonde puff. She always try to begin singing a full song, but the need to giggle short-circuited the attempt every time, so the same refrain was endlessly-repeated.
Watchers from the edge were stunned in arousal as many of the faces of Batgirl, Black Widow, Invisible Woman, Supergirl and Black Canary were recognized, though more from the color schemes of their skimpy bunny attire and faces, as oppose to their expressions which were so far from the personas seen in normal media. The exorbitant prices set for that night made so much sense, and everyone realized after the fact that they were getting a steal with this show.
"That's right ladies and gentlemen, feel free to enjoy the show. Feel free to watch our special bunnies entertain you and save you from a mundane night. Feel free to NOT record these special shows to share with outsiders - what happens in the Cottontail Colloquium, stays here, even in your minds, though you'll never forget the need to return to see what makes our shows so special..."
From a loud speak booming gently through the speakers, Ringmaster's voice intoned, carrying the hypnotic sound of the cyber waves from his spiral top hat to all the patrons ears to ensure his customer base remained happy and anticipatory for future shows they didn't know they'd need so much, ensuring his club remained a hidden gem for unknown reasons to the public eye.
From his private box in the owner's section overlooking bunnies and the crowd, Ringmaster cackled at the display of a club totally under his control, his evil laughter still reverberating amongst a gathering that didn't know they were hypnotized. The booming laughter stopped short of a door at the main hall exploding, making way for a glowing figure floating into the center of the room. A short-haired blonde in a red-and-blue costume surrounded a yellow-ish fiery aura looked at the crowd that seemed barely affected by her abrupt entrance, and eyes narrowing at the bunnies at the center of the room, with a few faces she quickly recognized.
"Captain Marvel, I presume," the loud speaker voice greeted.
"Ringmaster, I presume," the Nova Corps warrior replied.
"We're happy to have you here tonight, though I don't remember sending out an invitation."
"Felt like party crashing, with a side of club demolishing and heroine rescuing," she landed on her feet, looking up to where Ringmaster addressed from an elevated position.
"I'm not sure how your friends will feel about that, though. Bunnies on the offensive," Ringmaster triggered, seeing five flighty bodies shock into alertness quickly, each heroine retaining a memory of their powers, directing they be used in service of their club and masters.
bunny-Kara struck first with Kryptonian speed, wrapping her arms around Captain Marvel to bring her to the ground and keep her restrained. Very impressed with the speed and strength Kryptonians were known for, the Captain struggled against a hold she couldn't budge from, while bunny-Dinah gave her a light sonic scream that disorientated her. Bunny-Barbara and Natasha kept hold of both arms as she weakened, and bunny-Sue tried to surround Carol in a force field strong enough to keep Carol fixed.
Going over the list of abilities the missing heroines had, she audibly apologized to everyone holding her captive, feeling bunny-Kara's powers quickly wane from the sizable piece of Kyrponite hidden in her costume robbing the other blonde of her power. She looked very confused as the Captain easily over-powered her and broke from the force field with ease, quickly grabbing the red-headed bunnies to lightly cut off their air supply for a short incapacitation. She did the same to the sonic-screaming bunny before she could belt out something worse towards Captain Marvel. Before another force field could even begin to form, a yellow beam of energy struck the blue-bunnied woman to the floor.
"Sorry, Sue, Natasha, and you others," Captain Marvel told herself, ready to square off with Ringmaster in his VIP section, quickly lashing out with a yellow wave of energy behind herself, figuring he would try to ambush her from behind. The hypnotic carnival leader fell to the ground unceremoniously, feeling an impact designed to hurt more than what she gave the heroines.
"Not fair," he claimed almost spitting out blood, frantically searching for his hat. She picked him up off the ground by his jacket before he could find it.
"Don't worry, once we free these ladies from whatever you've done to them and your butt will be languishing in prison, things'll be fair then."
Without delay, she flew out of the club, holding Ringmaster the same way, constantly giving the impression that she might drop him with a less than firm grip on her captor. Still within Gotham, just a few blocks away from the club, Captain Marvel landed on a different roof, carrying the frightened green-and-purple dressed man over her shoulder. At the top of an abandoned office building, she walked in to the only light source visible on the inside, to a room away from any windows.
She entered and tossed Ringmaster to the ground. "One horribly-dressed brainwashing villain," she joked at the figures at the other end of the room. One was dressed similarly to Black Widow, only in navy-colored wears bearing the same SHIELD insignia. She went by the name agent Maria Hill, looking as stoic as the man seated next to where she stood. In a full black leather jacket with an eye-patch, the dark-skinned bald-headed man merely smirked at her joke.
"Well done, Carol," he replied with just the amount of enthusiasm she was used to from Nick Fury, if not a little more. "I hope you didn't have to rough up this one up too much."
"Nah, this pushover barely put up a fight. The clean-up crew for the club is en-route?"
"On their way as we speak," Nick told her, with Maria smiling at what Carol could only assume is an operation going off without a hitch.
"Good," the Captain claimed. "Guys like these, getting to who they did, will admit it's scary how effective they are."
"They don't seem as dumb as the average nuisances; we might have been underestimating them recently."
"I guess you put enough pea brains together, you get a functioning brain. Speaking of which, the other guy? Mad-something?"
Nick Fury merely pulled out a pocket watch from his lapel. "Taken care of," Nick smirked, and Maria smirked along with him.
"Good work on your end, Nick," Carol applauded.
"Agreed, Carol. Looks like we can rest easy with this one behind us."
Carol shook her head, wondering why she was shaking it longer than she meant to, and where a strange ticking sound was coming from.
"We can rest easy as the worst is behind us, and there's only rest ahead," Nick spoke again, sounding slightly uncharacteristic of the usual SHIELD director, not that the faithful assistant seemed to recognize. In fact, Maria's smile grew the more Nick spoke. "All that flying you do and all those missions you bring to a satisfying end, I hope you don't forget to really enjoy the moment and treat yourself to a good rest; that's what we really need for every future task and future goodness to come. And sometimes taking that moment means just staying right where you are, and not moving. Enjoying the moment in stillness, in silence..."
The ticking sound seemed to cut out everything from Carol's hearing, everything to the exclusion of Nick's voice that grew softer and more crooning with each word. The way he spoke made it seem like it really wasn't Nick at all. She tried to shake herself from the balming sensation, even move away from it even though it felt like it resonated from everywhere, but her muscles were too relaxed to do anything, slight aching reflecting countless missions she taken on all of a sudden, happy to feel that going away as the normally-alert parts of her willingly let go, not because she wanted, but because a superior insisted.
Once the confused lines of her face eased enough, "Maria" let her power lapse, revealing she'd delivered Ringmaster to Mad Hatter and their Magi of Mindlessness.
"That's perfect, dear Captain. However, it stands to reason that more perfection can be achieved, if you let your rank go as well. Just focus here..."
A disorientated Carol turned her head to face the watch gleaming right in her face, hearing the ticking over her own pulse, watching the passing seconds rob her of more internal logic.
"Just focus right here, on my watch, on my voice, and find your heart rate beginning to elevate, ever so slightly. You might notice it in a second, or several. And when you do, you will note to yourself that you are excited for what is coming."
An unknown number of seconds later made Carol's glassy eyes widen as she did notice through muddled senses, a slightly-faster heartbeat.
"The ability to let go of the most taxing parts of yourself, your stress, your battle fatigue, even your rank, you can let all of that go, and anticipate that moment of enjoyability my power can stretch for you. And the longer it stretches, the more your pulse quickens...until it reaches the same pulse where you are aroused, excited, anticipating something that truly, undeniably turns you on..."
It felt so foreign to her how arousal could be manifesting itself in her body when she was still in-uniform and still on a mission; none of that mattered to Carol's body, who acted as if the mission was over, and she was in the presence of someone who really turned her on.
"Does that enjoyed, extended moment turn you on Carol...?"
She moaned reactively, signaling even to herself that it did, the slight not affirming it to others.
"Does obedience turn you on Carol...?"
The strong-willed woman wanted to shake her head no, as long as she had been fighting subjugation. But this felt different, it felt incentivized, rewarding, and relentless, a combination her mind wasn't used to fighting.
"Does thinking less and less and less turn you on Carol...?"
It seemed to be the case, as there were less thoughts to think all of a sudden.
"Does being brainless like a bimbo turn you on Carol....?"
The strong-willed woman was absent enough that the word 'bimbo' that used to make her cringe, that meaning was gone as the word rode the wave of pleasure associated with obedience, not thinking, and being turned on by everything happening.
"Does being careless like a bunny turn you on Carol....?"
Never thinking of herself as any kind of animal, a rabbit would've been the last animal she would've held a connection to, until that moment. Just because the pocket watch-bearing man insisted, it sounded more and more like a good idea, and so her outfit grew more damp at just one more association.
"Does being referred to as an obedient, brainwashed, bimbo bunny turn you on like nothing else, bunny-Carol?"
A line of drool slipped from her open mouth as the words describing her disposition became words Carol wanted to have her described for a normal state of affairs.
"Then be an obedient...brainwashed...bimbo....bunny...right now, bunny-Carol."
The defining sound of Hatter's voice finished Carol off as that moment became indefinite in the former-Captain's mind, grinning a little wider at the "bunny-Carol" moniker which encapsulated everything she had become. The watch was eventually pulled from her sight, and in-front of Carol's eyes glistening with passion came a handsome man who bore the same voice reshaping the caverns of her mind. She giggled and leered over him as he held a hand through her head.
"Does turning another powerful hero into a brainwashed bimbo bunny turn you on, lovely Magi?"
"Mmmm, like...like you wouldn't believe, Master," bunny-Zatanna swooned, standing next to them.
"Oh, I think I have some idea," he patted both her breasts through the bra without looking directly at her. "And another idea comes to mind, though I think even the mindless can guess what it is..."
Blue eyes blinked to remove the glassiness and take on the sharp qualities of a predator. "As you wish, Master," she purred, never taking her eyes off of Carol as Hatter backed away while she raised her hands.
"etirt sgnieb dluohs maerd
fo a suordnow, yppah dnal
suoutlumut seirrow dna serac
gnippils ekil slufdnah fo dnas"
"a tolip gniees oot ynam srats,
a niatpac tsol ni ecaps
gnidnif flesreh ni a yppah obmib yunnb
luflliw rethgif enog tuohtiw a ecart."
"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"
***
Despite a brief intermission in the presentation, the superhero bimbo bunny show continued on. The customers were none the wiser, and nor were the playful bunnies themselves, who thoughtlessly welcomed another addition to the show. Sporting bunny ears that were red and blue each, and a gold-colored cottontail, the newest bunny joined in with bunny-Kara, both trying to fly off the ground, but couldn't for no other reason than bunnies couldn't fly (beside their Masters not allowing it).
"I can't fly...I can't fly...I can't fly..." Kara and Carol created a chorus that bunny-Dinah made into a repetitive song, with a refrain as easy to follow as interested eyes followed the jiggling of cleavage every time bunnies tried flying.
In the owner's box, the Master of Fables sat next to the Master of Carnivals, enjoying champagne poured by the attentive Magi of Mindlessness standing between them.
"Talk about a rousing success," Mad Hatter spoke.
"Indeed, we couldn't have planned ensnaring bunny-Carol better, with the exception of my transportation to that meeting," Ringmaster fumed lightly.
"I'm sure you'll instruct her on how to be more gentle with you going forward."
"Among other things," he grinned after another sip, signaling to bunny-Zatanna for a refill she gave without a word.
"And it looks like expansion is inevitable; all the superheroines seem to want to visit our club."
"Let them come," Hatter mused. "And speaking of, partner..."
"Ah yes..." Ringmaster smiled, grabbing the microphone "And now, the show has reached its...climax"
Six bunnies stopped whatever they were doing, and began falling to the floor, spasming humping the floor, their hands, each others bodies, echoing over and over "we obey the Masters of Cottontails. We obey the Masters of Cottontails..."
Even Zatanna between them ended up on her knees, moaning the same mantra, as Hatter and Ringmaster rose their glasses above the magician's bowed head, clinking glasses together in satisfaction.
***Trite beings should dream
of a wondrous, happy land
Tumultuous worries and cares
slipping like handfuls of sand
A pilot seeing too many stars,
A captain lost in space
Finding herself in a happy bimbo bunny
Willful fighter gone without a trace.
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.