Day 1- Bimbo Vocab
Supergirl found herself in a class room, seated at a desk. She was seated in a room with at least 30 odd other girls. She saw a light, possibly hundred page "text book", sitting on her desk. "Vocab for dumb sluts? What the..." Kara read the cover of the book.
Her questions were interrupted when the instructor walked out in front of the class. "Like hi! I'm Cindy. I'm, like, here to teach you the yumy bimbo vocab and stuff. Today is, like, all about the wonderful word, like. Its, like the best word in the whole world." She giggled.
Kara rolled her eyes, "Great, a bumble gum pink brain dead blonde dressed like a teenage wet dream version of a cheer leader is going to teach me how to speak better. Its like they're trying to mock me." She thought to herself as she tried to drown out Cindy's lecture.
Day 1- Basic Bimbo Fashion
Batgirl found herself similarly teleported into a desk within a class room. She found that every one had eyes on her. She had a gut feeling that as far as these girls were concerned, she was the de facto leader of whatever resistance they could muster. She looked around, not impressed by the pink candy mockery of a modern class room. "Their teleportation they used had no grounds in any known technology. It has to be magical in nature. But that's not Prankster's usual tool. He relies heavily on tacky tech and fake out pranks. When did he upgrade to magic? Unless?"
Her mental reasoning of the currant situation was interrupted accordingly. The front of the room's floor came up with multiple mannequins wearing a variety of cloths surrounding a Latina beauty with a big booty.
"Alright, bitches, the names Tina. I'm the head bitch when it comes to bimbo fashion. Y'all are going to get real familiar with Spandex, lycra, leather, vinyl, silk, satin, and lace. That's just the tip of the ice burg. In this class your going to learn what your preference is for bimbo cloths. Showing skin and all that fun shit. Attracting hung cocks or slutty cunts if you swing that way. Can't be going around dressed like some kind of scary bat, not being able to show off proper."
Barbara starred daggers into Tina, but didn't say anything. She would rather focus on thinking about a proper escape, but Tina wasn't going to let up. "So how about it, Batgirl? Think I've named off all the potential bimbo cloths? And you better answer my question, other wise we're going to have a problem."
At the word problem Barbara realized she was talking about her collar. "Well played." she huffed under her breath, knowing the teacher will distract her all class.
Day 1- Basic Submission
Donna Troy didn't know what she was getting in for. Like the rest of the class she found herself on her knees. A very muscular man with a tight black Bimbo U shirt walked in with a big grin on his face.
"Welcome to Basic Submission, ladies. Here your going to learn who's boss around here. Gonna learn how to obey orders without question. Gonna learn to answer questions with only "yes sir" or "no sir." Going to get used to being called a bitch, a slut, a whore, a cunt, and all that good shit."
Donna was a proud amazon, listing to this bastard drown on about obedience made her sick. Yet reminded her of some of her tied up past...
"When ever your master or mistress enters a room your to drop down to your knees and stay there until told other wise. Though for some of you that kind of order will be easier than others." His final sentence ended with him staring towards Wonder Girl. She noticed.
-The Dean's Office
As the latest "freshmen" students began their first day of classes, Dean Prankster watched the progress of Supergirl, Batgirl, and Wonder Girl from the monitors within his desk. A figure magically teleported behind him, staying within the shadows.
"You know, we're taking a great risk here. This is the ultimate definition of the long con. If any thing goes wrong with those super chicks, the show's over." Prankster warned.
"You have had months to perfect your craft, practicing on those other girls. Your list of successes..."
"Are weighted out by the list of failures. For every five perfect bimbos created here there is at least one girl who loses her sanity. Or her life." Prankster answered, darkly.
"Not entirely a failure. Unfortunate, but not a failure. Every precaution has been taken to ensure that your university will never be located. Every measure made to ensure you have every tool needed to mold them into the perfect bimbo sluts they truly are. Besides, we all knew they would be tougher to break then the other girls. Strong will comes with being a super hero, after all."
"Yes, but we have measures for that. Some special music played in their dorms should help lower their resistance to our training." Prankster mused.
"See, you have thought of everything. Just need to give yourself some credit. You are the architect of this little project."
"And you the benefactor. Just remember, you stay away from my daughter and I help you transform your specific targets into the perfect little horny sluts, Mister Darhk."
Damien Darhk came out of the shadows, "Of course. HIVE never turns on its deals. With your help, Prankster, Gotham will be HIVE's. Plus, we'll make a pretty profit on the side."
Darhk and Prankster turned their attention to the screens, knowing the process took time, but was worth it when done right.
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