Val tapped her foot impatiently. “Are you sure you won’t get, like, detected?”

“Trust me, Valerie,” Weiss said, “they’ll never know what hit them.” She tapped away at the device in her hands, a small handheld computer with a keyboard that gave Val hand cramps just looking at it. It was plugged in to a server rack, with a progress bar slowly filling up on its screen. It was one of the few lights left on in the whole floor of the skyscraper.

“It’s Noir,” Val insisted. “That’s the point of having codenames, you use them so people don’t know who you are.”

“No one’s even here to hear us,” Weiss chuckled. “The cameras are looping old footage, and the guard is, ah, occupied.” She patted the trusty device next to her, the flasher that had served her well in her career as Madame Blanc. “You don’t need to be so paranoid.”

“I’m not paranoid. Just cautious.” Val sighed and rubbed her temple. “I dunno. I guess it got drilled into me back at the academy.”

Weiss hesitated. “You know, you… never really talk about that place very much.”

“Because I don’t really want to.” Val realized how that sounded and flashed a smile. “It’s just not that interesting, honestly. A lot of it’s a blur anyway, every day blending together. About the only strong memories I have are meeting Yun.”

“And what was that about not using real names, hm?” Weiss smirked.

Val turned away so Weiss couldn’t see her blushing. “Sh-Shut up.”

“Well, if you ever do want to talk about the academy, I’d love to hear it.” Weiss looked down at the computer and scowled. “…And it looks like we’ll have plenty of time to do it now. God, these transfer speeds are just– mmph!”

“Huh?” Val whipped her head around. Weiss’s eyes were wide with shock. She was grabbing at her face, trying to pull something off her mouth. She couldn’t quite tell what it was, only that it was shiny and… pink?

“Love to see some outfit coordination, ladies!” shouted a voice from above. “But would it kill you to add a little color? Black-and-white’s just so drab!”

“Crap,” Val muttered. She strained to see where the voice was coming from, but the room was too dark. Light switch was by the door, she thought, but if I portal over there I’ll make myself a target!

She heard something fall on top of the server rack. “Hey, you with the ponytail?” said the voice again, much closer this time. “I think you might wanna worry less about me and more about your partner. She’s having a little trouble, yeah?”

“Oh, I can manage–” Weiss grunted, tearing the strange substance off her face. “Just. Fine. That disgusting gunk isn’t enough to– mh!”

Val noticed a hand reaching down from above the server rack and shooting out the pink substance, again hitting Weiss in the mouth. Recognizing an opportunity, she grabbed the arm and pulled it down, slamming their attacker to the floor.

“Ah!” the mysterious woman shouted. “Damn, girl! You’re stronger than you look!” Val finally got a good look at the woman as she scrambled to her feet. She wore a pink-and-black latex bodysuit, with a web-like design printed on top. Her face was covered by a mask, with two black lenses obscuring her eyes.

“You must be Killer Queen,” Val said. She’d heard about this one from social media. It was hard not to hear about her; Killer Queen was a new heroine in a city that had been crying out for one ever since Team Rainbow dissolved. Each of her exploits had made the news and been the buzz of social media for days at a time.

“The one and only!” Killer Queen chuckled. “And you two must be Blanc and Noir. Knew those French classes would come in handy.”

She thrust out her hand and shot out a web, pinning Val’s wrist to the server rack. “Speaking of hands…” Killer Queen paused, then sighed. “Nope, sorry. Thought I had something and it didn’t come through. Ah, well.”

“Might wanna think before you run your mouth,” Val growled, trying to pull her hand free. Damn, this is stronger than it looks… what the hell is this made of?

Killer Queen scoffed. “Okay, mom. Honestly, what makes a pair of criminals think they can lecture me about life choices?”

“Excuse you!” Val protested. “We’re doing good work here!”

“Uh-huh. That’s what they all say.” Killer Queen picked Weiss’s computer up off the floor and disconnected it from the server. “That’s enough of that.”

Weiss tried to tackle Killer Queen, but the costumed heroine just held her arm out and pushed Weiss’s face away. “Quiet, you!”

Val stifled a giggle. As bad as the situation was, it was actually pretty funny to watch Killer Queen hold Weiss at bay like she was an annoying toddler. But then she noticed the flasher, still lying on the floor. If I can time this right, maybe…

She readied her free hand, took a deep breath, and opened a portal underneath the flasher. It fell through the floor and reappeared about a foot above Val’s open hand. She managed to catch it and pulled the trigger.

FLASH.

Killer Queen shuddered and whipped around, releasing Weiss and sending her tumbling to the floor. “Whoa!” Killer Queen yelped, taking a step back. “What the fuck just–”

FLASH.

“W-Wait…” Killer Queen shook her head and groaned. Val knew what she was experiencing all too well. “That portal… you’re…?

Val grinned. “The one and only.”

FLASH.

“Oh, god…” Killer Queen’s head spun around in little circles as her body swayed; Val almost expected stars or a little bird to twirl around her head. “You… what’re you… doing to…?”

“Don’t worry about that, Killer Queen,” Val cooed, trying her best to imitate the seductive, sensual tone that Weiss used whenever she tranced someone. “That pretty little head of yours wasn’t meant for thinking.”

“Fffuck,” Killer Queen squeaked. She clenched her thighs together and moaned. “That’s so… hot…”

Val raised an eyebrow and exchanged glances with Weiss. “You’re… you’re turned on by this?”

“I… did I say that…?” Killer Queen clutched her forehead. “Can’t… think…”

“Well, come here, then,” Val said. “Let me help with that.”

“Huh? Oh, okay…” Killer Queen stepped closer.

“Just look down the barrel of this little… thingy here,” Val grunted, hoisting it up to meet Killer Queen at eye level.

“Um…” Killer Queen furrowed her brow. “B-But–”

“It’s okay,” Val said softly. “You can trust me. I’m Violet Angel, right?”

“Yeah… yeah, that’s…” Killer Queen sighed. Val could see the outline of a wide, silly grin through the mask. “Yeah…”

“Just keep those eyes open, Killer Queen,” Val whispered. “And then, you won’t worry about a thing anymore.”

FLASH.

Killer Queen fell to her knees, chin slumped to her chest, as a final sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Weiss managed to yank the webbing off her face once again, wincing in pain as she did so. “Bloody hell, that shit’s tough… That was good thinking, V– Noir.”

“Thank you, Madame Blanc,” Val beamed. “How did you like my hypnotist voice, hm?”

“Eh.” Weiss shrugged. “Heard better, heard worse.”

“…Thanks.” Val rolled her eyes and tugged on her trapped arm. “Gimmie some help with this?”

“Right, sorry.” Weiss helped pull Val’s arm free, then turned her attention to their entranced guest. “What should we do with her?”

“Logically, we should just leave her,” Val replied. “She won’t wake up until long after we’re done here. We can make her forget she saw us, think the whole thing was a bust. But…” She cracked a wry smile and nudged Weiss with her elbow. “You weren’t asking about that, were you?”

Weiss chuckled. “Well, if the poor thing is enjoying it so much, it’d hardly do to leave her without a fun story to think about, right?” She knelt down to meet Killer Queen at eye level and held the mindless heroine’s chin. “Can you hear me, Killer Queen?”

“Yesss…” Killer Queen murmured.

“I want you to do something for me,” Weiss continued. “Try to think about your powers. How they work, what they do, how you discovered them, every detail you can muster. Do you understand?”

“Um…” Killer Queen mewled and scrunched her face up. “Y-Yes…”

“That’s ‘yes, Madame Blanc.’”

“Yes, Madame Blanc.”

“Good girl.” Weiss noticed Killer Queen shuddering and grinned. “Do you have all those memories, all that knowledge, right at the forefront of that empty, pretty little head?”

“P-Pretty… mmm…” Killer Queen nodded loosely. “Yes, Madame Blanc…”

“Good, good. Now, I want you to follow my hand.” Weiss held up her thumb and pointer finger and held them in front of Killer Queen’s face. “I’m going to reach into your mind now. And when I do, I’m going to pluck–”

She jammed her fingers into Killer Queen’s forehead and pinched them together. “–all of those memories, right out of your head.” Weiss pulled her hand away and pretended to toss something over her shoulder. “And they’re gone. Can you remember what your powers are, dear?”

“Um, I…” Killer Queen grunted. “I… I, like, uh…” She tensed her whole body up, struggling to recall a single detail, only to sigh and shake her head. “I can’t… remember…”

“Aww. Poor thing.” Weiss kissed Killer Queen on the cheek. “I guess you’ll just have to make do without that.” She stood up and dusted herself off. “And now, when I count to three and snap my fingers, you’ll awaken from this deep trance, remembering what I’ve just done but still forgetting your powers.”

“Uh, Madame…” Val said warily.

“Three, two…” Weiss snapped her fingers. “One!”

Killer Queen’s body jerked as she abruptly woke up. She fell back and landed on her butt, looking around wildly. “Huh? W-What just…?” Her eyes landed on Weiss, standing triumphantly before her, and she growled. “You bitch.”

“Afraid I’m not much into petplay, love,” Weiss laughed. “But if you want to be my dog, I’m open to–”

Her taunting was cut off by a swift punch in the gut. Weiss crumpled over and fell to the floor, wheezing in pain.

“I don’t need any powers to fuck you up, dumbass.” Killer Queen rose to her feet and glared at Val. “Seriously, is this the best partner you could find for your heel turn, Violet?”

“What?” Val blinked. “I don’t… I’m not even wearing heels.”

Killer Queen snorted and let out a giggle. “That’s… n-no, I mean, you becoming a bad guy.” She gently kicked Weiss with her foot. “This chick seems a little… beneath you.”

“Y-You’d be surprised,” Val muttered, blushing. “But, anyway, I think you’re missing something here.”

“Oh?” Killer Queen crossed her arms in front of her chest and scoffed. “And what’s that?”

“You can’t remember your powers…” Val smirked as her hair started to glow purple. “But I can.”

Before Killer Queen could react, a pair of portals opened up, one underneath her and one above. She slipped through the floor, falling between the portals in an infinite loop, screaming in a decidedly unheroic fashion.

Val knelt down next to Weiss and poked her shoulder. “You okay?”

“Oough,” Weiss groaned. “I think I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying, Madame. You’ve just never taken a straight punch before.”

“No, this is definitely what dying feels like.”

“C’mon, get up. I can’t hold these portals open all night.”

“Help me, then,” Weiss spat. “You’re the one who’s supposed to be strong.”

“You’re strong too,” Val retorted. She picked Weiss up and helped her stand. “Don’t let her get to you, she’s just talking shit.”

“Hm.” Weiss glared at Killer Queen, still falling and screaming. “…I didn’t give her a reinduction trigger, did I?”

“That’s what I tried to warn you about.” Val sighed.

“Well, let’s hope this has enough charge for her.” Weiss picked up the flasher and readied it. “On the count of three, you close the portals and I start blasting.”

“L-Let me be the one to count,” Val said, a little short of breath. “Need to time it right, otherwise I might clip her and… and I don’t wanna know what that looks like.”

Weiss nodded.

“Okay…” Val took a deep breath and watched Killer Queen closely. “One… two… three!”

The portals closed. Killer Queen finally landed, smacking face-first into the linoleum floor with a thud and a groan. When the superheroine lifted her head up, the barrel of the flasher was there to meet her.

FLASH. FLASH. FLASH.

It took far fewer shots to bring Killer Queen down this time. She didn’t even get a chance to quip before she was back in trance, head swaying drunkenly and a wet patch forming on her mask from the drool trickling out of her mouth.

“Okay,” Val sighed, “she’s back down. Now, let’s just get the data and–”

“Leave her here?” Weiss interrupted. “After all this cocky bitch has put me through? Not a chance.”

Val glared at Weiss. “Blanc. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Oh, trust me,” Weiss winced, clutching her stomach, “I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t give this brat another chance to humiliate me. No, the only one she’ll be humiliating… is herself.”

She cleared her throat and smiled at the hypnotized heroine. “Oh, Miss Queen? Be a dear and stand up for me, please.”

“Yes, Madame Blanc…” Killer Queen moaned. She rose languidly, standing with her back straight and staring ahead at nothing in particular.

“Good, good,” Weiss cooed. “Now, listen to me carefully. If I or my partner Noir say the phrase… hm. ‘Ditzy little spider.’ You’ll drop back into this state of obedient trance. Do you understand?”

“Mmm…” Killer Queen murmured. “Yes, Madame Blanc.”

Weiss turned to Val and smirked. “See? I’m not a total failure.”

“I never thought you were a failure!” Val protested. “You’re just mad because she beat you up!”

“Anyway,” Weiss continued, ignoring her, “here’s what I want you to do now, Queen. I want you to remove that costume of yours and present yourself.”

“Present… myself…?” Killer Queen cocked her head to the side.

“Show yourself off to me. Give me a good look at your… assets.” Weiss chuckled. “Does that make sense now, pet?”

“P-Pet…” Killer Queen shuddered and moaned. “Oh, yes Madame Blanc… yesss…”

Val nudged Weiss with her elbow as she watched Killer Queen hastily undress. “Was I this into it when you first zapped me?”

“No, you were more just blank,” Weiss replied. “This one has definitely fantasized about this sort of situation before.”

“Someone needs to do a study of superheroes and hypnosis kinks. Because like, I know our sample size is small, but this is three for three now.”

“It’s a little absurd, I’ll admit.” Weiss noticed Killer Queen had finished stripping down and smiled. “Ah, there we go.”

Killer Queen stood with her legs spread and her hands behind her head. Her body was toned and sleek, though not as muscular as Val’s. She had a dancer’s physique, perfectly suited to her acrobatic maneuvers. Her cock stood erect, freed from its spandex prison and begging to be touched. The only part of her that was still hidden was her face, still obscured by the mask.

Weiss reached for Killer Queen’s chin to remove it, but the heroine whined and tried to pull away. “N-No…” she grunted. “Never take off the mask… unless I’m home…”

“Why not?” Weiss asked.

“Need to… protect my identity…”

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Fine. Be that way.” She ran a hand through her hair and tapped her foot. “So, you have a mind control fetish, do you?”

Killer Queen nodded shamefully.

“Anything in particular you enjoy?” Weiss cupped Killer Queen’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “Or do you just want me to have my own fun?”

“Hhhaahhh…” Killer Queen whimpered. “I-I… um… I like being… dumb…?”

“Dumb?” Weiss grinned. “Like a bimbo?”

“Mmm… kinda… dunno if I like that word, but… I like being ditzy, ‘n… agreeable…”

Weiss licked her lips, sliding her hand down Killer Queen’s neck and towards her chest. “I like that. I think you’d be an adorable ditz. A pretty, dim-witted plaything for me to use–” She grabbed one of Killer Queen’s breasts and squeezed hard, chuckling as the brainwashed woman mewled. “However I see fit. Does that sound good to you, pet?”

“Yes!” Killer Queen shouted with a clarity that almost convinced Weiss she had woken herself up. But the hypnotized woman’s body language – not to mention the fact she hadn’t been punched again – showed that she was still deep in trance.

“G-Good,” Weiss stammered. She cleared her throat and settled back into her Domme voice. “Then I want you to picture something in your mind. A big, round dial, one that goes from ten to one. Can you see it?”

Killer Queen murmured softly. “Yes… I see it…”

“This dial represents your intelligence. When it’s at ten, that means you’re just as smart as you always are. And every time you turn the dial lower, you get just a little bit dumber. A little bit ditzier. And you find it a little bit easier to simply agree with everything I say.” Weiss cupped Killer Queen’s chin. “When I snap my fingers, I want you to turn the dial down one notch, and tell me what number you’ve now been set to. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes…” Killer Queen moaned. Her cock throbbed. “Yes, Madame Blanc…”

“Wonderful,” Weiss purred. She snapped her fingers.

Killer Queen shuddered and gasped. “N-Nine…”

“Good girl.” Weiss snapped again.

“Eight…”

Snap.

“Sev… s-seven…”

Snap.

“Six…?”

Snap.

“Ffffff… um… oh, five…”

Snap.

“Five… no, uh, wait…” Killer Queen held out her hand and, slowly, counted on her fingers. “…four?”

“That’s right!” Weiss beamed. Then she snapped once more.

“Ah!” Killer Queen yelped. “Uh… um… I…” Weiss could see her furrowing her brow through the mask. “It’s… i-it’s, um…”

“Yes?” Weiss asked. “What comes before four, sweetie?”

“Be… four?” Killer Queen cocked her head to the side. “But, I’m not at four?”

“I know that,” Weiss smirked. “But what number is it now?”

Killer Queen shook her head. “I’unno.”

“Come on. Surely you can try harder than that. Maybe it would help to count up instead?”

“Ohhh!” Killer Queen gasped. “I never, like, thought of that!”

“Not surprised,” Weiss muttered. “Okay, try this.” She held up her pointer finger. “One…”

“One!” Killer Queen repeated, making the same hand motion.

“Two…” Weiss continued, holding up another finger.

“T-Two…?”

“Yes, that’s two. And this…” Weiss held up a third finger.

“Ooh! Ooh!” Killer Queen held up three fingers and bounced up and down excitedly. “It’s three! I’m at three!”

“That’s right!” Weiss smiled. “Are you proud of yourself?”

“Mhm!” Killer Queen giggled. “I’m, like, super smart, Madame–”

Weiss snapper her fingers twice.

“–B-Blanc…” Killer Queen stared at her fingers for a few moments. “…what’s that?”

“That’s three, cutie. Don’t you know what three is?”

“Three…” Killer Queen stared at them some more. “Three?”

“Yes,” Weiss replied, “that’s still three.”

Killer Queen waited a long time before responding. Finally, she said simply: “…I don’t get it.”

“Hm…” Weiss scratched her chin. “Maybe that’s a little too far. Uh, how about this…” She touched Killer Queen’s forehead with her finger. “Whenever I tap on your forehead, it will turn the dial one notch higher. Understood?”

“What’s a… die-uhl?” Killer Queen asked.

“Oh, boy…” Weiss grimaced and tapped the bimbofied heroine’s forehead twice. “How do you feel now?”

“Uh…” Killer Queen shook her head and giggled. “Um, like, better? I think?” She giggled again. “Mmm, but like, I know I shouldn’t think…”

“That’s more like it,” Weiss smiled. “Now, tell me what you know about me, Killer Queen.”

“Um, you’re, like… a bad guy!”

“Oh?” Weiss smirked. “Wow, you must be pretty smart if you figured that one out. So, what do you do about bad guys?”

“I fight ‘em!” Killer Queen beamed, flexing her muscles.

Weiss tutted and shook her head. “No, no, that’s not right.”

“Huh?” Killer Queen scratched her head. “It’s not? But, like, I’m a hero?”

“Now where’d you get a silly idea like that?” Weiss scoffed. “Be honest with yourself. A ditzy little thing like you isn’t cut out to be a hero. You’re so dumb that any random villain could confuse you and make you do whatever they want.”

“That’s not true!” Killer Queen protested.

“Yes it is.”

“Okay.”

“In fact…” Weiss chuckled. “You can’t even remember being a hero, can you? You might think you can, but as soon as you try to reach for those memories, you find that they just fade away. Like trying to hold sand, everything just falls through your fingers…”

“B-Buh… I know I’m, um…” Killer Queen shuddered, clutching her head. “I… I thought I was…”

“Oh, poor baby,” Weiss cooed, petting Killer Queen on top of her head. “It’s alright, dear. I know how confused you get. It’s a good thing you have a nice, caring, sexy boss like me to take care of you, hm?”

“Boss…?” Killer Queen asked.

“Of course, silly! I’m your boss! And you’re my cute little minion, always ready to help me carry out my evil deeds. That just makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“Right… right, yeah…” Killer Queen sighed happily, leaning in to Weiss’s touch. “Everything’s, like, so much more sensical-er now…”

“There’s my good girl!” Weiss grinned. “Now, stand tall and give me a salute!”

“Yes, boss!” Killer Queen stood up straight and saluted Weiss. “Thank you for, like, being my boss, boss!”

“And not just that,” Weiss said. “Thank me for making you dumb. Thank me for brainwashing you.”

“H-Haa…” Killer Queen whimpered, her cock twitching. “Th-Thank you for… making me dumb… thank you for brainwashing me… M-Madame Blanc…”

Weiss turned to Val and giggled. “Isn’t she cute?”

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Val huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Are you jealous?”

“No!” Val lied. “I-I just… want to get the stuff. Finish the mission.”

“You totally are!” Weiss laughed. “If you want to join her as a brain-drained minion, you can just ask.”

“We have a job to do, Blanc,” Val retorted. “We don’t have time to–”

“Ooh! Ooh!” Killer Queen said excitedly. “You should totally let Madame Blanc make you ditzy and dumb! It’s, like, sooooooo much fun! And you’d be super cute and sexy too!”

“Gotta admit,” Weiss shrugged, “the minion’s got a point.”

“Marry her if you like her so much,” Val spat. “I’m getting the data, you can keep playing with her if you want.”

Weiss winced. “Okay, time out. Killer Queen, plug your ears so you don’t hear this.”

“You got it, Madame Blanc!” Killer Queen shoved her fingers in her ears and turned around.

“Valerie?” Weiss asked. “Darling, tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s just–” Val sighed and rubbed her forehead. “I thought we were done taking advantage of people. You know, using them for sex when they’re hypnotized and don’t even realize what’s happening to them. This is no different from what we… what you did to Skye and me.”

“…You’ve got a point,” Weiss muttered. “I’m taking this farther than I probably should. But remember, she attacked us. Punched me really bloody hard, shot some gross… whatever the hell that was at my face – twice! I’m not just doing this because I want to get off. I want to humiliate this bitch for what she did to us. Both of us.”

“Sounds more like you’re trying to justify it to yourself.” Val knew what she wanted to say, next but she also knew that if she said it outright, Weiss would take it really poorly. “She, um… I know Killer Queen said some mean things. About us. And she’s wrong.”

“What, you think I care about that?” Weiss scoffed. “I know she’s just trying to get under our skin, trying to throw us off. She can think whatever she wants about us.”

“Uh… y-yeah…” Val sighed. Weiss clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk about how Killer Queen’s jabs made her feel. But she’s still hurting. I need to do something to get her spirits up… and maybe if she plays with me, she’ll be distracted and let up on Killer Queen a little. “…I am a little bit jealous, actually.”

“Oh?” Weiss smiled. “So you do want to be my dim-witted minion after all?”

“Maaaaaybe,” Val chuckled.

“See? Already giggling like a bimbo.” Weiss stroked Val’s hair softly, her voice gradually becoming softer and warmer. “You find it so easy to slip back into that ditzy, bubbly headspace. It’s second nature to you now.”

“Mmm…” Val blinked slowly. Somehow, she always surprised herself with how quickly she dropped into trance for Weiss.

“That’s my girl.” Weiss planted a kiss on Val’s forehead. “That’s my silly little bimbo. You were aching to sink deeper for me, hm? You can’t help it. You’re brainwashed.”

“I can’t… help it…” Val murmured, a sleepy grin spreading across her cheeks. “I’m brain…washed…”

Weiss laughed and whispered in Val’s ear. As soon as she heard the word she wasn’t allowed to remember, the former superheroine sighed and slipped into Weiss’s arms, empty and open.

In what felt like no time at all, Val was naked and saluting, standing side-by-side with her fellow minion. “Reporting for duty, Madame Blanc!” they said in unison, stifling giggles and drooling.

“At ease, grunts,” Weiss smirked. “Tonight, I have an important task for you two. You must compete against one another to prove which one is worthy of worshipping me.”

Val and Killer Queen whimpered. They were already undressing Weiss with their eyes, fantasizing about being able to touch their sexy, powerful boss. They were so lost in their fantasies that they missed what Weiss said next, and she had to clap her hands to get their attention.

“Focus!” she barked. “I don’t like repeating myself, so listen this time. Whoever makes the other one cum first gets to lick my cunt. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, boss!” the minions stammered.

“Good.” Weiss sighed and rubbed her forehead. As hot as it was to turn someone into a horny bimbo, sometimes they could be hard to handle. “Now, turn and face each other. When I say ‘go,’ you both start fucking each other.”

Val and Killer Queen nodded and did as they were told.

“Ready?” Weiss took a deep breath. “Go!”

The two superheroines-turned-bimbos immediately flung themselves at each other. Val went straight for the tits, groping Killer Queen and tugging on her nipples. Killer Queen moaned, but managed to pin Val to the floor and thrust a pair of fingers into her cunt.

Weiss leaned back and watched with glee as her brainwashed bimbos wrestled each other. She always had a suspicion Val held back some of her strength whenever they had sex; maybe it was out of a fear of injuring her, or not wanting to overpower the person who was meant to be the top.

Seeing Val go up against another heroine confirmed that theory. With no fear and only raw determination to win powering her, Val didn’t have anything holding her back anymore. She and Killer Queen played rough, slamming each other into the floor and the glass doors protecting the servers. The room echoed with their grunts and moans, and increasingly began to reek of sweat and sex.

As the fight wore on, Weiss noticed something odd happening. Killer Queen seemed to become more aware of what was happening. It didn’t look like she was coming out of trance, or that she was getting smarter necessarily. But Weiss could tell the gears were turning in her mind; to what end, she couldn’t say.

Eventually, Killer Queen made her move. She grabbed ahold of Val’s ponytail, yanked on it hard, and snapped her fingers. “Cum!” she said.

Val’s eyes widened. She shuddered, moaned, and then finally orgasmed.

Weiss blinked. “…What the fuck?”

Killer Queen beamed at Weiss. “I saw her getting all, like, fuzzy ‘n stuff earlier when you were playing with her hair. I thought she was probably, like, um… sug… submersible?”

“Suggestible?”

“Yeah!” Killer Queen giggled. “So like, I was like, ‘maybe I could just tell her to cum,’ and she’d do it! And I did, and she did!”

“..Huh.” Weiss shrugged her shoulders. “Well, shit. I guess you won, then.”

“Yay!” Killer Queen cheered, clapping her hands together.

“Now…” Weiss grinned and leaned back, removing her belt and unzipping her pants. “Come and claim your prize.”

“Come?” Killer Queen tilted her head to the side. “But, like, I thought I wasn’t supposed to–”

“Oh, for fuck’s sakes,” Weiss groaned. “I’m horny, you’re horny, so start eating me out!”

Killer Queen gasped. “Oh, right!” She crawled over to Weiss, but froze just a few inches away from her pussy. “Um…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t, like, eat you out.” Killer Queen pointed at her face. “Mask is in the way.”

Weiss blinked. “…Fine.” She reached down and gently pulled up on Killer Queen’s mask. She didn’t remove it fully, just enough so that her mouth was exposed. “Better?”

“Mmm, yeah!” Killer Queen giggled. Now that Weiss could see her smile, she had to admit, it was quite charming. “Thanks, boss!”

“Don’t thank me with words, minion,” Weiss smirked. She spread her pussy lips and beckoned Killer Queen closer.

Killer Queen purred and pressed her lips against Weiss’s. And as her new boss poured words of devotion into her ear, the superheroine-turned-minion began her worship.

As Killer Queen slowly woke up, the first thing she noticed was something binding her wrists and ankles.

She groggily opened her eyes and winced at the bright light streaming in through the window. Morning already…? she thought, the words struggling to come through. It was almost as though she’d forgotten how to think and was relying on half-remembered instructions.

The superheroine grunted and turned her head away from the light, looking up at her wrist. It was pinned to the glass doors of the server rack, her own webbing applied somewhat sloppily to keep her from moving. “Where’s…?”

“Looking for these?” asked a familiar voice. The hairs on Killer Queen’s arm stood up. The memory of the previous night flooded back to her, and she understood immediately why she was stuck to a wall completely naked.

“Blanc,” Killer Queen sighed. She squinted through the light and scowled. The two vigilantes were still here, staring at her nude body. And to add insult to injury, they’d stolen her web shooters, the pink-plated metal glimmering in the morning sun. “Give those back.”

Weiss smiled innocently. “Give what back?” she asked, running a hand through her hair with the web shooter obviously still tight against her wrist. “Does my minion need something from me?”

“Ugh, whatever,” Killer Queen sighed. “You’ve had your fun. Just leave my shit on the floor and leave me alone.”

“Ooh, someone’s cranky today,” Weiss smirked. “Maybe you could do with some discipline–”

“Blanc,” Val said sternly. “That’s enough. We’ve got what we came for, let’s just go.”

Weiss opened her mouth to speak, but the disapproving glare from Val made her swallow instead. “…You’re right.” She took off the web shooter and placed it carefully on the floor next to Killer Queen’s folded-up costume.

“Sorry for the trouble,” Val said, doing the same.

“Yeah, sure,” Killer Queen grumbled. “Have fun with all those stolen accounts or whatever.”

“Huh?” Weiss blinked. “What stolen accounts?”

“The stupid data you were stealing,” Killer Queen replied. “Obviously you two were after the money. Guess the pension checks from the Bureau weren’t cutting it anymore, huh, ‘Violet?’”

“You’ve got it all wrong,” Val said. “We didn’t touch any customer data. We were collecting evidence against the CEO, Roy Kinney.”

“…Wh-What?”

“Here, look.” Val held up the computer so Killer Queen could see. It showed a bunch of emails from Kinney to various people within the company. “He was skimming money off the top. Same with a lot of the other higher-ups. We were gonna leak this to the press and stir up some shit.”

“Really?” Killer Queen raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t… you were good guys all along?”

“Well, I’m not sure I’d put it that way,” Weiss said. “We’re still committing crimes, just not for our gain. I mean, you could bring us up on breaking and entering, violating several computer security laws, not to mention assaulting a licensed agent of the Bureau.”

“I’m not licensed,” Killer Queen interjected.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, fuck those guys. I’m not working for the feds.”

“So, wait,” Val asked, “are we all just, like… vigilantes fighting on the same side?”

“I…” Killer Queen shrugged. “Yeah, I guess?”

“Oh.”

Val and Weiss stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure what to do next. Val was the first to start helping Killer Queen down, pulling the webbing away from her wrists. Weiss got to work on her ankles, struggling a bit more than Val, but soon the duo got her free.

“Thanks,” Killer Queen sighed. I should probably cover myself, but, like… they’ve already seen everything.

“It’s the least we could do,” Val replied. “After, y’know.”

“…Yeah, that.” Killer Queen cleared her throat. “That, that was, uh…”

“I know you probably can’t forgive me,” Weiss said. “Humiliating you, violating you, making you–”

“I mean, it– it wasn’t, like, the worst.” Killer Queen paused. “I… well, you figured out pretty quick I’m into… that. Wasn’t expecting it, but–”

“You didn’t consent to it,” Weiss interrupted. “It doesn’t matter if you enjoyed it, I shouldn’t have done it. And I’m sorry.”

“Well, uh, apology accepted.” Killer Queen scratched her chin and realized she was still wearing her mask. “Wait, you… really? You still kept it on? After all this?”

Weiss shrugged. “I probably wouldn’t have recognized you anyway. Besides, I’ve never been one for blackmail.”

“Also, I think it’s hotter if you keep it on,” Val added.

“Huh.” Killer Queen shrugged. “So I guess we’ll just… go our separate ways?”

“Sure,” Val nodded. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Killer Queen grinned. “Not many people I’d rather have by my side than Violet Angel.” She looked at Weiss and paused. “You’re okay too, I guess.”

“I’ll take it,” Weiss nodded.

Killer Queen picked her costume up off the floor and stared at Val and Weiss. “Uh… you mind?”

“Oh! S-Sorry!” Val turned away and nudged Weiss with her elbow until she did the same.

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Why does she even care?” she muttered. “You literally fucked her–”

“It’s the principle of the thing,” Val interjected. “You don’t just stare at someone while they’re changing, that’s weird.”

“You never get bothered when I watch you get dressed.”

“We’re dating, Madame. It’s different.”

“What–” Weiss heard a thwip noise and turned around. “…ever?”

Killer Queen was gone. The only sign that she’d ever been there was an open window and a small note attached with webbing to one of the servers.

Val grabbed the note and frowned at it.

Let me handle the press, I’ve got connections. Cool deck btw! Hope you’ve saved enough for a replacement!

Courtesy,

Your Friendly Neighborhood Killer Queen

“Hey, Weiss?” Val asked warily. “You still have the computer thing with you, right?”

“Yes, it’s right…” Weiss trailed off. “It was here… where did I…?”

“…Next time we see that spider,” Val muttered, crumpling the paper in her hand, “I’m gonna kick her ass.”