Hypnotits

"Just come on out whenever you're ready!" Mr. Fisk called out.

A moment later, the door to the separate changing room opened. The young woman that emerged looked lovely, in his opinion. "It's... a little on the nose, don't you think?" Zee asked.

"Bah! Subtlety never did anything for anyone," he barked in laughter. Zee wasn't wrong. The 'uniform', if it could be called that, was simple. It was a plain black bodysuit that covered from head to toe, only her hands and feet were bare. There was a white pair of underwear that fit snugly over the suit. And then there was the pièce de résistance - the bodice. Affixed to the chest were essentially two cones, emblazoned with the stereotypical 'hypnosis spirals'.

"You should see how it looks in the mirror, believe me, I think you'll be striking fear in everyone - heroes and citizens - in no time!" He said confidently.

Zee smiled. She liked the sound of that. She wasn't strong, fast, or the most cunning. But that didn't diminish her desire to be feared. When she saw an opening for a new villain, she eagerly applied. She was even more excited when her application was accepted.

She was guided in front of a mirror by Mr. Fisk. "See what I mean? No person would be able to resist your charms when you look like this. Your merest suggestion would become their strictest order. Your name would be whispered with allure and fear. What more would you need?" Mr. Fisk was giving her the hard sell, but he knew it was important.

Zee smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. She felt sexy. No, that wasn't it. She was sexy. She turned around and looked over her shoulder. There was another small little spiral just on the back of the waistband of the thong she wore over the suit.

"If you're done admiring yourself, I can show you how to work the suit, okay, miss?"

"Oh, absolutely. I can't wait to try this out," she whispered, her attention still focused on her reflection on the mirror.

Mr. Fisk reached into his pocket and pulled out a small remote. "Now, this will be where the power lies. Just a simple press of this button and..." He pointed the remote at Zee and pressed the button.

Immediately, the cones on the front of her costume started spinning. Not too fast, but fast enough to draw one's attention to the spirals. It certainly got Zee's attention. "Wow..." she murmured as she gazed upon her reflection. "It's incredible."

Mr. Fisk was careful to avert his gaze. "Mmhmm, isn't it? Just imagine yourself standing in front of one of this city's pesky heroes. He's ready to arrest you for all your crimes and then... poof! His mind is yours."

"Mind is yours..." she murmured, shockingly blank.

"I see you're getting a hang of it, eh?"

Slowly, Zee nodded. "Yes, it's so pretty," she said softly.

"I'll leave you to yourself for a minute, then," he said, not even bothering to hide the smile over his face.

He stepped out of the room, eagerly awaiting for the suit to do its job. He checked the watch on his wrist. "Alright, that should be long enough."

When he stepped back into the other room, Zee was exactly where he had left her. She stood in front of the mirror, the cones on her chest still spinning slowly, steadily, entrancingly.

"How do you like it, Zee?" He asked cheerfully.

"I... like." She spoke slowly, as if it were much more difficult. And it was, of course. Her mind had been steadily drained by the suit.

"Glad to hear it, Zee. You're a good girl, you know?"

"I'm... a good girl." She repeated.

"Good, good." Fisk stepped closer to her, reaching for her face and pinching her cheek. Zee gave no reaction, she was entranced by simply looking at her own image in the mirror.

He waved his hand in front of her eyes - nothing. He poked her between the ribs - nothing. He even gently patted her on the butt, and she gave no reaction.

Satisfied the suit had done its job, Mr. Fisk pressed the remote again. The cones stopped spinning, but the blank look on Zee's face remained.

"Time to put you with the others," he said with a smile. He reached around her and picked her up. Zee wasn't very heavy, and it took no effort to carry her across the room and into Fisks' secret lair in the back.

There was an empty pedestal waiting in the front of the lair, and Fisk set Zee down gently. Her muscles were frozen in place as her mind was emptied, so she remained in the same position as she had been.

"Hmm, no, let's be a little more fun than that," Fisk thought aloud. He repositioned her arms - one went on her hip, the other on the side of her head. "There we go!" He poked her on the nose - her big brown eyes didn't even blink.

"You know," he started, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I was a little disappointed at how easy you were. I've been doing this for years. Some prospective villainesses took minutes to give in to the suit. I remember one, she even managed to resist it. You lasted what, forty-five seconds? A minute, tops!" He gently rapped his knuckles against the side of her head.

"Oh well, I guess there wasn't much up there to start," he commented. Fisk pressed a button on the base of the pedestal, and the little wheels in the base whirred, taking the blank Zee off to her place in Mr. Fisk's collection.