Dealing with Knockout

I found Knockout stuffing duffle bags full of gold and cash. Dumb bitch didn’t even notice me sneak in behind into the vault. I would’ve cherished that but I kinda needed her to notice me. It was time to make myself a target. I took off my coat; couldn’t waste time fiddling with it when she could flatten me without trying. Then, I pulled my hair back with a scrunchie and got myself on top of the vault so I could be marginally closer to eye level.

“Hey, beefcake for brains, over here!” I shouted.

I pulled up my top in one swift motion. It hadn’t covered anything meaningful, but like a matador and her cape, the swift motion of a bright colorful cloth drew the dull animal's attention away from how squishy and easy to crush I was. Knockout swiveled her head around and instantly dropped the bag she was stuffing. Her shoulders went slack and the bags she already filled slipped off her buff arms. Man hot people are idiots. Except for me, of course, I got the brains and the looks. I wanted to pull my top down and not have me living rely on her keeping her eyes on me, so I decided to make an investment into my continued survival.

“Knockout, on the count of three, I’m gonna pull back down my top. You might lose contact with my breasts. That doesn’t matter anymore. You will stay in this trance. You are always in this trance. This is your natural state. This. Is. You.”
I would feel worse about essentially making her a vegetable, but she wasn’t using her brains anyways. Plus, she and her friend got in my way. I pulled down my top and climbed down from the broken vault door. No way she could still see my chest, but there she was, still docile and frozen.

“Knockout, on your knees.” I unclipped my belt and dropped my skirt. So many beautiful women under my command had gotten me worked up. Or maybe it was the danger. I should see if I’m into that. Either way, Knockout would solve this. “Eat me out, now. And do it slowly.”

Knockout leaned over and grabbed each side of my panties in a powerful hand. She pulled them down as she brought her mouth to my slit. She parted her lips and started licking. Soft and slowly, almost glacially. Keeping her in a trance kept her mechanical, but with a little bit of work, I could bring out some of that talent that I’m sure she had given what I know about her marital status. Maybe I should pay her wife and her wife’s wife a visit. Get them all under my thrall. They were probably hot. Then, after they’ve wasted their lives tending to my every whim and being sex dolls for me to pose and fuck, I’ll snap Knockout of her trance, and only her, but keep her unable to disobey. Still a doll, still a ****, but a very angry one now. Ideas for later. Right now, I was enjoying this dumb slut’s perfect mouth.

“You’ve ruined your life, Knockout, I hope you know that. You could’ve robbed any bank in Gotham--heck, any bank in the world,-- but you chose the one I was already robbing. I want you to know, past the haze of your now permanent trance, your life? It’s over. Internalize this. You fucked up because you’re a dumb, stupid whore who is only good for her body. You’re a piece of meat, and deserve as much respect as my vibrator or a blow-up doll.” I felt something wet touch my thighs. I looked down. “God, are you crying?” I laughed. “This is a new one.” I put my hand through her hair and yanked on it, pulling her head up so I could look into her eyes. Her glazed, puffy, thoughtless eyes. “When I get you home, I’m going to ask everything about you, your friend Cheshire, and your little gang the Secret Six. Then, I’m going to find everyone you care about, mesmerize them, and use them to ruin your life even more. I’m not doing it because I hate you, or that you deserve it--I don’t know you well enough to know. I’m doing it because I think it’s fun to make you suffer. Because you cried, and it was hot.” I traced the line her tears made with my thumb from her chin to her mask. Then I held out my tongue and licked it off. “Mmm, tangy. Remember this voice Knockout. This is the only voice you can hear in your trance. This is the voice of your eternal mistress. This voice is your entire world.”

“Nice villain monologue,” A voice said from behind. I jerked my head back. “I’m gonna have to take you to jail now, though.” It was a superheroine. I recognized her. It was...

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