Make Her His First Police-Slut

"Lana...!"

"LANA...!"

"LAAANNNAAA!?"

"What..." The dazed, hypnotized, empty-headed Lana Kane finally asked in her small, powerless voice. Rob stood next to her, grinning ear to ear, yelling directly into her own ear.

"Sorry, couldn't resist. Always wanted to do that...."

The second thing Rob had done after zapping Lana was to continue groping her delicious body. She barely reacted to anything he did, her lips pressed together on her placid face, a thin line of drool beginning to form at the corners, while her eyes continued to glow a bright emerald hue.

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However, the first thing Rob did was replace her tight, yet still generic, police uniform for her iconic white sweater dress and black thigh-high boots from the show. All the better to show off her body and give Rob an eyeful of her gigantic tits.

Said gigantic tits were currently being mashed up by Rob's equally gigantic hands, the soft heavy titflesh beneath the textured fabric of the sweater feeling amazing. But something was missing...

"You know, it wouldn't hurt if you reacted to this, Lana." Rob said to the vacant, motionless, and emotionless cop. Almost immediately, a moan burst out from her lips, Lana's hips swiveling and gyrating in need. Surprise quickly turned into amusement, Rob chuckling as he squeezed harder. "So, you'll do what I say, huh?"

"Hmm... yes, I'll do whatever you say..." Lana moaned in a lewd, breathy voice, running her hands down her curves and towards the hem of her sweater, only briefly making contact with her crotch.

"Damn right, bitch. Because I am your master and you are my ****." Lana continued to moan with every slight motion Rob made against her body. He held her as close as possible, pulling her back with his hands mauling her tits, her big, juicy ass squishing against his own crotch, rubbing against his erection. "You love me and adore me. Worship me and obey me. I am everything to you." Lana began to wriggle her body up and down, the edge of her sweater dangerously catching against Rob's hardness, threatening to lift it up and expose her round, wobbly asscheeks. "I own you. You are nothing more than an object to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my master... I understand..." Even with her monotonous, droning voice, Rob could see a smile beginning to form on Lana's lips. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, languid and loose, before running in a circle around those smiling lips. "I am so happy to be a mindless sex object for your pleasure. Do with me and my lewd body whatever you want."

Shifting position so that he was more to her side, Rob took hold of Lana's chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. Besides the faint smile and the redness of blush mixing in with her mocha skin, she was otherwise still like the brainless, emotionless, green-eyed drone he had zapped her into. Her voice even had a slight robotic lilt to it's monotone nature, though Rob could have been imagining it. Either way, it was fucking hot to turn a mouthy, arrogant woman like Lana Kane into this, but a permanently emotionless drone could prove annoying...

Oh well. Worse comes to worse, he could have Zatanna modify her mental state, like she did with Korri and Shulkie.

With inspection and introspection done, Rob pulled Lana into for a kiss, desiring to feel though plump, luscious pillows pressed against his own. Lana was immediately receptive, leaning her entire body into Rob's, opening her mouth to accept his tongue, and sliding her own into his mouth, the two slick muscles playing and dancing with one another. On this empty stretch of highway with not another soul in sight, Rob let his inhibitions vanish when playing with his new acquisition, thick tongue poking and prodding and wriggling, wet and sloppy as lips smacked, tongues played, man and woman moaning lewdly, slobbering and drooling like dogs.

Lana lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around Rob in a possessive, loving motion, allowing him to grope one of those meaty, muscular thighs. Fuck, her character designer was really cooking the day he whipped Lana Kane up, he thought, running fingers over the dark flesh of her thigh. Tall and curvaceous, busty and bootilicious and thicc in all the right places - they had come up with the perfect ebony wet dream. Maybe a little taller. Maybe a little (or much more) muscular, turn her into a sexed-up black Amazon, and she would be perfect. But right now, all that mattered was she was the perfect sex-doll and cocksleave for Rob.

Speaking of, as the two finally broke apart their embrace, Lana's hands reached up to Rob's crotch, long, powerful fingers finding his erection, tracing the shape of his hardness. She moaned slightly, the only telltale sign of emotion behind her blank, empty mask. He also finally noticed Lana wasn't blinking. Not once. Didn't even shut her eyes when they made out. Just an endless, staring gaze of those glowing emerald eyes, all thought and desire consumed by the raygun and Rob's perverted will. Very hot. Extremely creepy, but in a good way.

"You want my cock, don't you babe?" Rob asked, initiating the proceedings, a lecherous grin on his face.

"I do not want anything, Master." Lana replied instantly. "I have no desires of my own, only what you tell me."

While Rob could have gone into a whole spiel about the clear paradox of Lana claiming no desires, yet clearing acting on her own during that make-out session, but even he wasn't such a pedantic nerd as to ignore the smoking hot slut in front of him.

"Well, you were pretty handsy with my cock there, Lana, so you must want my cock. You really want my cock, because you're a gigantic, nasty slut." Rob knew he was cranking up the misogyny and aggressiveness of his speech, but Lana was his, he could do whatever he wanted with her. Plus, his body was still running high on the flight-or-fight response the police encounter triggered in him.

Also what better way was there to work out Rob's years of pent-up fear and dislike of the police than by turning one into (yet another one of) his personal cumdumpster?

"My cock is the world to you, Lana." Rob continued. One of his hands drifted below the hem of her sweater, pressing against the fine, silken fabric of your bougey underwear. Feeling the heat and wetness of her not-that-weird-at-all vagina. He could see her body shudder, her throat bob up and down, lips pressed together as a needy whine slowly sounded through them. "You don't care about law and order anymore. You don't care about being a gigantic bitch and a bully. You just want cock and cum, all day, everyday."

"Yeeeessss, Master..." Lana whined, exhaling through her nose. "I want your cock. I want your cum. I don't want to be a stupid bitch or an aggro, arrogant bully. I just want to be a dumb, submissive whore for you, Master."

Rob smiled, blinding running his fingers on her covered pussy until he found her clitoris, swollen from all the foreplay. He pressed hard on it, like it was a button. Lana came buckets in an instant, body struggling to embrace the primal sensation of climaxing verses whatever programming turned her into a drone. Her legs wobbled and buckled, but she remained upright. Her lips split into a broad O-face, making her look like a stupid, mind-addled cow, but she otherwise remained neutral and emotionless. Her eyelids fluttered and narrowed around her green, glowing eyes, but they still remained open.

With his hand still on her panties and crotch, Rob felt the convulsions and motions of her orgasming pussy, the heat radiating from the opening, the rush of liquids spraying on the fabric and his hands. It throbbed like a jackhammer, rapid, spasming motions, before settling down, purring and pulsing like a sleeping cat. Rob himself groaned, more from the power-trip than anything else. Claiming a woman always felt good. Putting a bitch in her place always felt good. But this - turning some arrogant police-bimbo into a mindless fuckslut - this felt extra fucking good.

"Let's head back to the car, slut." Rob purred, hand still on Lana's cunt. "Salute your Master and offer me your service, Officer Cockdoll!"

Immediately, Lana snapped into a salute, right hand braced against her forehead. "Sir, yes sir! Officer Cockdoll is your willing sex-toy Master. Officer Cockdoll exists only to serve you, Master. Use my body however you see it! It is the only part of me with any real value! I am eager to be fucked by your mighty cock!"

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So, in a short timespan, I end up doing two chapters on two separate threads about a haughty black woman being turned into a mindless, droning sex toy? Purely coincidental, I can assure all of you, hot as such a scenario might be.