Playful Testing

*Snap*

"Hmm..."

*Snap* *Snap*

Nothing. Not a flinch or a yeep at the evident lack of social distancing. Jessica positioned herself a foot length away, with her hand even closer, right before Batgirl's face.

*Snap*

Oh yeah, she's out of it...

Wow!

Sydney, you're amazing! And powerful... Amazingly powerful!

Batgirl went from full of emotion and high on adrenalin to as blank as a doll in a matter of moments, the speed of which Sydney was able to render the heroine's mind useless was scary all things considered. Someone's brainpower perhaps isn't a factor when it comes to her tits; it's as if, regardless of how smart or mentally willed one might be, the second they glance at the blond's hypocritic breasts, its an instant loss.

Or maybe the great Batgirl just isn't skilled in the art of resisting mind-control.

Who the fuck knows?

But to give her the benefit of the doubt, Sydney was in the state of jumping on her heels, which had her tits bouncing wildly within her bra cups; back when Jessica only peeked over Sydney's shoulders, she was out cold. So really, being sent into a face-on situation with a set of mind-controlling boobs that were jiggling like jello... It wasn't exactly a fair test of will.

*Snap*

Though if she's honest to herself, she couldn't give a single shit if this was fair. Consider her situation; she's a lesbian that is in a room with three beautiful young women, two of which are mindlessly subservient to the one with the largest rack, while the one with the large rack is mindlessly entranced to herself. It would take the willpower of the gods to not succumb to the urge to **** this series of events.

And as Jessica has seen on multiple events recently, her mind is severely lacking in the willpower department. If Batgirl fell into a mindless state in a few seconds, Jessica went down faster than the Flash could sneeze.

Besides, she has fucking Batgirl!

Batgirl!

Standing at attention right in front of her, okay, sure she wasn't RIGHT in front of her; Jessica had to make sure the heroine's focus was on Sydney's chest, who knows if Batgirl would snap out of the trance if she looked somewhere else. But regardless of the specifics, she has the beautiful, strong, brave, smart, and sexy woman at her fucking fingertips!

And the first thing that must be done was a definite given.

"Batgirl..." One gulp later, she shook her head. Now's no time to be nervous, it's not as if anyone here is aware enough to take notice of her stammering but still. "Can you hear me?"

"I... Can.. I... Yes, I... can..." The response Batgirl gave was distant and distracted, but still obedient none the less. Sydney's tits were doing their job on the heroine's psyche.

"Take off your mask," Jessica said with determination set.

Batgirl's eyes were entranced by the mesmerizingly round tits that were presented to her. To the heroine, it sounded as though the breasts were speaking to her, commanding her... And with how magnificent, godlike, and healthy, those set of tits were... She must obey, she HAD to obey the tits.

And she obeyed, her arms rose up on instinct, as Jessica's words passed through her ears and were interpreted as a direct order from the tits. But as her hands settled against the sides of her face, she paused.

"What?" Jessica blinked, the anticipation to see this girl's true face had been building within her. "You're almost there, take off the mask."

Batgirl bit her bottom lip and the hesitation she was having showed itself openly through her expression. Her fingers teased the sides of her mask, but the young woman still refused to go through with it.

She was resisting? That shouldn't be possible... At least from what Jessica has seen, it shouldn't. Being shown nothing but mindless obedience led her to believe that once someone has seen witness of Sydney's tits, their wants and desires were set on the passenger seat.

"Take off the mask... Please?" Jessica added. "Okay, it's really just covering the upper half of your face, all I want is to see what you're hiding. It's not like I'm some supervillain."

Shaking her head, Batgirl took a step back and shut her eyes. "No I... There's... I... I shouldn't." Her hands were still clutching the sides of her headpiece. As if half of her wanted to remove while the other part of her screamed not to do so.

"Okay fine, I'll do it." Jessica rolled her eyes. "Stop, put your hands down."

A sigh left Batgirls lips, and her arms dropped down to her side with a swift heap. She doesn't have to resist anymore, good for her. Jessica moved in, intending to fiddle with the heroine's mask herself since Batgirl was too hesitant.

Being this close, she could detect a sweet scent coming off the heroine. Was it perfume? Her hair? It was nice, Jessica brought her face to Batgirl's neck and took a deep breath.

She couldn't stop the smile that spread onto her face, being this close to Batgirl, and having the heroine dazed and mindless was something ripped from a fucking fantasy. Jessica switched her attention back onto the mask, intending to search for a clasp of some kind, her hands rose to the back of Batgirl's head. But the moment her fingers grazed the head-piece, the room lit up with white light, and an electrical current shot out and danced around through Jessica's entire body.

"Eeeeck!"

She leaped back against her will with pain surging through her core, and staggered onto someone in the process.

OOOF

Jessica collapsed onto the bathroom floor, feeling she also brought down whoever was behind her. "Fucking shit..." She groaned and brushed a hand against her head. "You have some freaking defense against other people removing your mask... Geeze... Okay, I guess I won't be taking it off..."

The space around her was all blurry, though the shapes that made up her vision were gradually shifting back into place. Jessica eventually made out the bare backside of the topless Sydney, who was still standing at attention in nothing but her bra and jeans, facing Batgirl.

Okay, so if those two are there...

"Sofia, is that you?" Jessica felt her neck resting against bare skin.

"Yes, mistress."

Jessica staggered to her feet with wobbly legs and turned to face the now floor-bound Sofia. The tanned brunette was splayed out with her legs parted wide, and she looked straight past Jessica, her attention clearly on the backside of Sydney. The girl was trying to nab a peek at Sydney's chest, even from her new position on the floor.

"Sorry about that, but I blame Ms. secret identity over here for that." Jessica said, her eyes lingered on the brunette's pink underwear-clad body. She was well developed, the clothes she had on were doing her no justice. Her panties and bra came off as one size too small because Sofia's modestly sized chest seemed to overflow over its nest. And her pink panties sank in between her thighs as if it were attempting to hide from perving eyes. "Wow, you're cute..." She mumbled, "Get up,"

"Yes, mistress." Sofia chanted and slowly stepped back up to her feet.

Jessica stood there for a few more moments, watching the girl's chest and thighs wobble as she staggered to her feet. But she soon spun back to Batgirl, who was still mindlessly gawking at Sydney's chest.

Except, she wasn't mindless, apparently. She blatantly refused to obey the command of removing her head-piece. So a part of her is in there and still conscious.

"Sydney, cup your hands under your bra and bounce your chest."

"Okay," Sydney responded with her signature blank voice.

"There you go... Look at them bounce..." Jessica murmured, she took not of how Batgirl's glowing white eyes widened ever so slightly upon noticing Sydney's now jiggling breasts. The heroine leaned in subtly and licked her lips. "Now, take off your mask."

"Shh.. S.... I..." Batgirl's mouth lulled, she was clearly quite distracted by the hypnotic show that was playing before her. "I shoul... I... S.. Sh... Sure..." An audible sigh and a deep breath of air parted through her red lips, whatever part of her that was resisting the order seemed to have been enveloped by Sydney's jiggling chest.

Batgirl moved her hands up and unclasped her mask in no less than three seconds. The white light of her eyepiece turned off as the head-piece was drawn over her head. During the whole process, she kept her gaze locked on Sydney as if nothing else was important in the world.

"Oh.. My... God...." Jessica gasped. Now getting a full-on view of Batgirl, THE Batgirl, without her identity covering mask. "You're... You're... Well, I have no idea who you are, but you're gorgeous!"

Her darkly shaded auburn hair was ruffled and splayed across her shoulder, a few strands trickled onto her otherwise spotless face. With nothing in the way, Batgirl's green eyes were shown to be locked onto Sydney. Her eyelids drawn partly down, she came off as distracted or somewhat tired. No real emotion was on her face, even with her lips dropped open. It looked as though a hard enough shove would cause her to topple over.

Jessica didn't make an attempt to stop the smile that formed on her face, she had Batgirl unmasked and willing. Willing for what? Anything perhaps, if all that was needed to tip the heroine into revealing her identity was a subtle bounce on Sydney's part, then who knows what other limits could be broken with a faceful of tits.

But to give credit where credit is due, Sydney's really the one that caught her. But Jessica caught Sydney, which makes Batgirl her's by proxy.

Part of the charm Jessica has always seen in Batgirl was the simple basicness of her as a hero. She couldn't lift buildings or shook lighting from her writs. But she never let that stop her and still took on people who could do those things and more! It's amazing and inspiring. She was a role model, but not on the same level as say Wonderwoman, they're both inspiring that goes without saying. But the difference between Batgirl and Wonderwoman - Ignoring the many noticeable distinctions - is the realism, and down to earth air Batgirl has.

Basically, Wonderwoman is the impossible, while Batgirl has always been... Possible.

Jessica licked her lips as she eyed the passive heroine, reflecting on how remarkable the young woman was served to edge her on as if she needed a push.

"I'm going to..." Her tongue slid over her bottom lip for a second time. "I'm going to kiss you." She breathed and made a swift move to close the distance between her and the heroine.

Their bodies collided, Jessica pressed her chest against Batgirls. Even with the suits armored padding, Batgirl's body was warm, and the curvature of her features moved to Jessica's touch. The dark-haired teen wrapped her arms around Batgirl's shoulders and gradually moved her hands downwards until she reached the girl's ass.

"Yes..." Jessica moaned, her fingers had minds of there own, as she squeezed Batgirl's ass cheeks without even realizing. The girl's buttocks yielded to her touch, and it felt as though her hand was sinking into the muscularly juicy arse. Shifting her tighs, Jessica thrust her crotch upon the entranced heroine's waist, the contact sent of a pulse of arousal through her, which prompted the teen to repeat the action.

Batgirl stood taut, yet still moved with each thrust. Looking upon her unmasked face, Jessica saw no sign of awareness, only the mindless look of obedience was noticeable through her glassy green eyes.

"So hot..." Jessica chanted right before she dived in and pressed her lips against Batgirl's own.

Yes, definitely pressed, or even pushed. Since, in Batgirl's state, she was in no position to reciprocate the action.

It was like kissing a statue.

A living, breathing statue with beautiful features and soft lips that mashed naturally with Jessicas. And being too engrossed in the moment, Jessica didn't order her to kiss back; instead, she slipped Batgirl's plush bottom lip into her mouth and proceeded to suck and inhale the heroine's warm breath. A slick slurping sound grew between them, with no one in the room batting an eye at the **** make-out session that's taking place. Batgirl's head went with Jessica's since their lips were locked together, the teen was so lustfully engrossed with her mouth; it almost seemed as if she were having her soul sucked out.

Eventually having to breathe in something that wasn't Batgirl's exhaled air. Jessica parted her lips away. Creating one departing moistened slop sound. Batgirl showed no signs of change, other than having a substantial amount of Jessica's saliva remaining on her bottom lip, with the clear liquid tricking from the corner of her mouth down to the underside of her lip and her chin.

Jessica, on the other hand, was breathing heavily, she found herself full of lust. The kiss had edged her on and helped to push away the guilt she had felt before. It's difficult to feel guilty when in a position as arousing as this.

Trailing on the line of her spittle she left on the heroine's face, Jessica leaned in and quickly licked it up. Actually, not quickly at all, it was slow and very sensual. Jessica drew her tongue down from Batgirl's lip to her chin and further to the top of her neck. And the crime-fighting super heroine did nothing to stop her perversion. How could she, her mind was in the hands of Sydney's, and the blond wasn't in any position to give her orders.

"I could go all fucking night..." Jessica drew back from the heroine's neck, and her small breasts rose as she took a deep breath of Batgirl's pleasant scent. "But I don't wanna ruin this perfect situation," She gave Batgirl one last perverted once over and stepped back. "What's your real name Batgirl?"

"Name..." Batgirl breathed, her green glazed eyes still took in Sydney's chest as her ears listened to Jessica's words. "My name.... It's... I... It..."

"How are you able to fucking resist?" Jessica exclaimed, being genuinely impressed by the heroine's will even as she looked directly at Sydney's bra-clad tits. "Sydney, jiggle your boobs again."

"Okay," Sydney replied and obeyed. Sending her chest on another bouncing spree.

This time though, Jessica could see Batgirl's full face react to the hypnotic breasts now jiggling. The cute girl's eyes seemed to widen, and her green irises became even foggier, the effects of Sydney's bouncing tits were instant and noticeable.

"What's your real name?"

"B... Barbara Gordan."

"Barbara? Okay... The name Gordan sounds a bit familiar, but it doesn't matter." Jessica grinned, happy to see the heroine being obedient. "Well, I've always looked up to you! And now, that we've crossed paths, I'm not gonna let this opportunity slip past. When I snap my fingers, you're going to wake up, and..." Pausing to herself, Jessica thought over her words and continued. "Actually scratch that, when I snap my fingers, everyone will take off their bras and hand them to me, then you'll put your tops back on and not realize you don't have a bra until you get back to your respective homes."

"Okay," "Yes," Sydney and Barbara both said with their own obedient voices.

"Yes, mistress," Sofia said.

Hearing Sofia say mistress sent an arousing shudder to pass through Jessica. "From now on, I want everyone her to address me as Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress." The entire bathroom of young women chanted in almost unison.

That's fucking hot.

"Sydney, you don't have to call me that all the time... Just every once and a while, I wanna hear you say that..."

Sydney continued to look straight ahead as she responded. "Okay, mistress." Hearing that particularly from her best friend and longtime crush, was music to her ears. A part of her was still feeling a form of guilt for doing this to her friend. But that guilt wasn't enough to bring her to stop.

"Now back to you, Batgirl... Or Barbara, when you wake up from this trance, you are going to see Sydney and I as close friends, like realllly good friends. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," Barbara confirmed, her tone was more clear and sharp than Sydney's semi-innocent hypnotic voice.

"Great! Now before I wake you all up, Ima need your contact information. I plan to continue our fun in a more private setting."

Stepping on a small detached piece of brick, Barbara pressed her foot down until it broke into a scatter of smaller bits.

"They got away again, AGAIN Kara!"

"Don't beat yourself up," Kara's voice came from the other end of Barbara's earpiece. "Those two are slippery, I mean, they break out of Arkham every other hour! Even Batman has a hard time keeping track of them."

"Yeah, but would Batman let them get away twice in the same day?" Barbara threw a third batarang off the roof of the building she was pacing on.

"I dunno, maybe? Look Babs do you need help? I can-"

"No! I'm.. I'm just ranting." She threw another batarang off to land into a stop sign.

"You know you're not alone. There's a tun of people who'd be willing to-"

"Wait hold up..." Barbara paused her back and forth trek. She spotted something down on the street below.

Some people actually.

"Huh..." She mumbled. The lenses in her mask zoomed in onto two people she recognized. "What are they doing here?"

"What is it? Did you spot them?" Kara questioned.

"What? Oh, no no... I just recognized some friends, they exited the Starbucks... That's weird, I just came from there too, and I didn't even see them." Barbara furrowed her brow, and leaped off the roof she was perched on and landed on another building that was a bit closer to the ground. Her chest jiggled freely within her suit as she did so, but she didn't notice the lack of a bra; instead, her focus was on her two friends.

Yeah, it's definitely them, Jessica and Sydney... But it doesn't make sense, she would've noticed them while she was in there.

"Um... Babs?"

"Hmmm?" Barbara said absently, she was focused on the two teens.

Jessica was hailing a cab, which soon pulled up, she was then seen elbowing Sydney who blushed and said something in return. The two began chatting before the cab driver, and eventually, Sydney sighed. Barbara caught herself staring at the blonde's chest, and she had to snap her gaze away.

Sydney stepped up to the man in the vehicle and said something to him, she leaned forward slightly and... And Barbara blinked, she saw a peek down Sydney's top from her angle above them, and she couldn't help but stare at her cleavage. She just felt very comfortable staring, and she didn't even bother to look away. No one saw her from up on her perch, so she didn't have to worry about being judged. Barbara zoomed her lense in even farther, but this time she focused on Sydney's breasts.

"Babs?"

Sydney eventually leaned back up and elbowed Jessica, who smiled back and wrapped an arm around her. Then they both opened the back seat of the car before hopping in.

"Barbara!" Kara practically shouted.

"Huh?" Barbara sputtered, she watched the taxi start-up and drive down the street. "What? What did you say?"

"Are you okay!? You're acting strange? Like... You said you had an encounter with Ivy?"

Sighing Barbara replied, "If you're wondering if Ivy **** me and I'm like being mind-controlled or something, I'm not! There's just..."

"But that's what you would say if you were mind-controlled."

"Yeah, except that I wouldn't have called you if I were... So that busts your myth right there."

"Okay fair point, I'm just worried cause like-"

"I'm gonna re-watch my camera footage," Barbara interrupted and tapped the side of her mask, her white eyes switched to a blue hue, and she began to shift through the days worth of video she had recorded. "Because I remember going into the Starbuck, having a scuffle... And I went into the bathroom... Then... Then I left... But I honestly don't remember what happened while I was in the restroom."

"Okay, so you could have been **** and you don't know it?" Kara suggested.

"Yeah sure, I guess that's a possibility." Barbara pulled up her second run-in with Harley and Ivy, she skimmed forward through the recording, until the moment when she dashed into the bathroom. "Okay, so... Here's the moment where everything gets fuzzy..."

"Alright, what do you see?"

"What the hell?! It's Jessica and..."

"Jessica? I..." Kara stammered, "Who's that?"

Barbara didn't respond. Instead, she gazed off at the recorded image of Sydney's bra-clad breasts. The camera was centered on them, which had her entire eyepiece displaying the full picture of her magnificently juicy breasts. Arms slumping down, they landed against her side, as her green eyes had nowhere else to look but directly at the mind-controlling tits.

"Hello? Barbara?"

With no response, Kara called out again.

"Babs!?"

Nothing.

"Batgirl!" Kara's voice filled with worry as the seconds passed. "Okay fine, I'm coming over!"