Power Girl finds herself helplessly obeying Kilgrave's commands after she comes to instead of behaving normally

Having been knocked several miles away by the powerful combined punch of Atom Smasher and Shazam, a dazed Power Girl barely woke up in time to course correct her fall, narrowly falling into an empty parking lot instead of a building. With a groan, she awkwardly crawled out of the crater she'd just formed, gingerly rubbing her mouth. Looking around, it looked like she was in a seedy area of New Jersey . . . and completely naked.

Grimacing, she gingerly stood up, covering herself with her arms as best she could. Clearly, that Zeb Killgrave guy they'd been nursing back to heath had actually been some pervy mind controller this whole time! She had to go warn the others but first, she'd need to get dressed. With that thought in mind, she took to the air, intending to fly to her civilian apartment where she kept a spare costume . . . but suddenly found herself speeding towards a different place entirely.

Still in the bad part of New Jersey, she landed in front of a store that clearly sold nothing but lingerie and fetish clothing from the window outside and then pushed open the front doors urgently. The girl behind the counter stopped what she was doing as the completely naked blonde strode inside, jiggling like mad, staring at her in shock.

"Uhhh, can . . . I . . . help . . . you?" said the tall, leggy salesgirl behind the counter. She had pale skin, long hair dyed purple with an undercut on one side, multiple piercings and wore mostly leather. The look on her face was clearly a mixture of shock, awe and lust and she stared at Karen's nude body.

Karen tried to open her mouth to explain that she just needed clothes and didn't mean to come here but to her shock, she couldn't speak. Killgrave's voice suddenly echoed in her mind:

"From here on out, you only speak when spoken to by a man."

She glanced around the shop wildly and saw that she and the shopgirl - Ali, the nametag on her tight black t-shirt read - were the only people here. In frustration, she grabbed a pen on the counter and a nearby flyer for a bar.

She was going to write that she was in trouble and needed clothes but what she found herself writing instead was very different.

"I need clothes that make it abundantly clear that I'm nothing but a big-titted bimbo."

Her eyes bulged in rage and shock at what she'd just written down but the salesgirl just took it and looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

"Ooookay. Are you mute or something?"

Kara nodded with a grimace.

The salesgirl nodded.

"Well, not like guys would need to hear you talk with a body like that, I guess. What's with walking in here stark naked, not that I mind? Is this some kinda dumb dare?"

Karen wanted to scream in frustration or fly away but all she found herself doing was grimacing and nodding.

"Huh. OK. Well, I don't think we have any tops that'll exactly fit a rack like yours - holy shit, how much did you pay for those? - but I'm guessing you won't mind if they're all a little small if you're going for a total bimbo look. Go ahead and write your measurements down, I'll see what we have in stock."

Power Girl wrote her measurements down on the paper, body trembling with rage at the indignity she was being made to suffer, too focused on her anger to notice the salesgirl walking over to the shop's doors and locking them before sidling back up to Karen.

She took the paper from her hands.

"38EE? Wow! That's the biggest I've ever seen, and I've seen quite a few. Are they real?"

Karen nodded curtly then let out a shocked breath as the salesgirl's hands reached out and gave her tits a firm squeeze.

"God damn! They ARE real! Fuck, those things are gorgeous." she purred as she began rubbing and squeezing Karen's tits.

A shocked Karen reached up her hands to grab Ali's wrists in shock when the clerk clucked at her.

"Ah, ah, ah - last time I checked, you didn't come in here with a purse and you're gonna have to pay for those clothes you're getting somehow."

Power Girl's eyes widened in shock as she saw the lustful smirk on the salesgirl's face. Her eyes narrowed and she realized she'd just need to steal the "clothes" - if you could call them that - then walk out if this girl wouldn't help her. She went to gently overpower the girl but suddenly Killgrave's voice echoed in her mind again.

"You're going to make it abundantly clear at all times you're a nothing but a big-titted bimbo."

Karen thought of exactly what she thought a bimbo was. To Karen, a bimbo was a dumb woman who was too stupid to do anything herself. A bimbo was a woman without an iota of dignity who used her body and sex to get whatever they wanted instead of working or fighting for it. A bimbo fucked anyone who asked her without shame.

And now, thanks to Killgrave, she had to make it abundantly clear she was nothing but a big-titted bimbo 24/7. Nothing BUT that, not a superheroine, not Karen Starr, CEO - just a bimbo. Had to. 24/7.

Instead of just flying out of the girl's grasp, grabbing clothes and leaving at superspeed, she reached down and wrote on the paper again as the other woman squeezed her tits wantonly and licked her lips.

"Like, will you give me clothes if I let you fuck me?" she found herself writing down on the paper and showing it to Ali, then felt her face forming an airheaded grin. A dumb bimbo's grin.

Ali laughed as she read it and shook her head ruefully.

"Not very quick on the uptake are you? Uh, yeah, that's the idea, baby. What's your name?"

Karen wrote on the paper again but the name wasn't "Karen Starr" or "Power Girl". Those were her real names. Respectable names. Names that wouldn't make someone think she was a bimbo 24/7. Instead, she found herself writing . . .

"Bambi Bigguns?" Ali read with a snort. "Yeah, that figures." she said, grabbing and tossing the paper away after reluctantly letting go of her huge tits.

"C'mon, Bambi, let's go in the back and have you earn your new wardrobe."