"Well, this was a rather productive outing," spoke the twisted former Mary Marvel, now Nanny Contrary. She was clad in pleather Mary Poppins garb that squeaked whenever she moved, for it was far too tight. Were it not for her super strength and newly developed super grace, she'd not be able to move at all. It was somehow utterly Victorian yet also left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Beside her, with a hand upon the head of a pixie-dusted slave was Trickybelle, the former Hawkgirl, now a very loyal, very twisted parody of a fairy. "I've obtained for myself a most dutiful delicacy of a servant. Trickybelle," she snapped her yardstick in her begloved hand and the fairy's entire body momentarily writhed just at the sound.
"Yes, Nanny?" Her voice tinkled an twinkled obediently as she snapped to a quite jutting attention.
The stuck-up governess sneered. "Open a portal so that I may see what my so-called rivals are doing." This was a competition for their mistress' favor after all. With a gooey-sugarplum spell, the fairy did as she was told, and Nanny Contrary watched what Girl Scout, Bimbette, and Nary Black do their things to heroes and heroines.
At the end, she tutted, gripping the yardstick tightly. "Oh, no, this will not do at all. Those immature harlots and their lowly, jejune machinations." She inhaled sharply, sharply enough that Tricykbelle recoiled a bit. It almost seemed like her uniform would burst from the strain. "See, my precious pet, it is much to our regret, that our so-called peers shall beget, their own personal slaves in their net. They've made them in their images. For instance," another tut, another smack of the yardstick in her hand, another spasm from her new servant. "Girl Scout, who I assure you that I did in fact make better, is running about creating hedonistic images of herself to kiss and tell (what to do, that is). There's no rhyme or reason to them. Just pleasure and pleasure and more pleasure. Bimbette, who has no brain in her head at all, on the other hand, turned a great magician, full of power, into her own possessed voice box."
She started marching, slowly, around her fairy and the dusted slave that she leaned upon. "Do you see where this is leading? It leads to war. Mighty Maid shall take this world and we'll be left to war between us for its people as she watches in amusement. That is her right, that is our destiny, and I do not mean to lose. By the end of this, all of the rest of them shall be my eager, willing, devoted charges. I shall bring order to their chaos and structure to their perversions. Open another portal, a true one now. If we are to win the day, we must gather the most precious piece on the board, the closest thing to our mistress herself."
They disappeared, slave left behind, at a flicker of Trickybelle's wand. When they reappeared it was in front of another photographer, but not the one who had just been transformed at the Daily Planet. No, this was a statuesque brunette who looked much like Wonder Woman once had (though not as much as Wonder Wife currently did). Donna Troy, as was her want, had been trying to find herself, and she thought that her former hobby might have been a good place to start. She was more than a little surprised by the arrival of the former Mary Marvel and Hawkgirl. "Whoa. I don't think we had a fetish shoot lined up."
"That was a highly impolite greeting," Contrary hushed her with purpose. "and it shall be the very first thing we rectify once you have been reformed. Trickybelle, restrict her."
The fairy fluttered forward to spread her magical dust, but she was made for looks, not for speed. Donna was able to back-hand her across the room without much effort before any dust flew her way. That just caused Contrary to sigh and put a hand in front of her mouth, as if she had the vapors. "Ah, well, one can rarely rely upon good help these days." She tapped the yardstick and it transformed into a formidable old umbrella. Raising it and opening it, while remarking, "Worry not my ugly duck, swans like us, we make our luck." As she started to swirl it slowly, a hypnotic pattern emanated outwards, catching Donna's eyes and freezing her in her tracks. Suddenly, listening to her Nanny and doing every little thing she wanted, gaining her pleasure, all of it was the most important thing in the world.
"Trickybelle," it was another strain for Contrary, who was capturing her new victim's mind utterly at great cost. "Transform her now. She is to be the heir to Mighty Maid's empire, her little sister, after all. Let us make her in our image, not theirs, our own, perfect (and perfectly obedient) Princess Prim."