"What...the heck is going on here?"
It was a bizarre sight that greeted the confused guests. The MacEvil's; with their bald heads and wicked smiles. The VonDoom's; Rita now cloaked in green gowns and silvered, dominatrix armor. The Mandarin and his strange, helpless little boi-princess. The hulking Queenpin and her passive little husband and his lusty aunt.
But...this?
It was Warrior Woman. Julia Frieda Koenig. Der Kriegerfrau. A very tall, very muscular woman of a hard, teutonic beauty with pale skin and raven black hair bound up into a braid. Black leather high-heeled boots, gloves and garb. A Nazi to the core. A sinister beauty. A cold, seductive bitch. A sneering, brutal harpy...
...and her twin sister.
If it wasn't for the second womans blond hair and blue eyes, she and Julia would have identical. As it was, she smiled just like her...swaggered like her...acted just like her. In unison, the two women lit cigarettes in long black holders and smiled at each other. They kissed - the blond Warrior Woman shifting her shield (red trimmed black with a black swastika in a white circle at the center) - and once again Stefanna Reicha Koenig thought about how wonderful and brilliant her sister was. How all those years ago, her sister Julia had looked into the eyes of a foolish, brutish American clod...and seen her inside. She'd always been facinated and attracted by Warrior Woman. She knew it in her heart. She'd seen the tall, magestic beauty and seen all that she'd ever wanted to be. From that day forth, Captain America knew he WANTED to be just like her. Just like her sister...
And now...SHE was.
She could FEEL it. She was just like her sister now. She looked about at the assembled guests, and though she had some sympathy for a few - Sam Wilson, Clint Barton and such - most of them were strangers to her now. Only the ones who had been 'awakened' were her real friends.
"And here they are!" said Malice MacEvil "I present the Koenig Sisters, my friends. The two mighty Kriegerfrau. Two more lovely bridesmaids for our wedding"
She smiled, and her sister slipped her arm about her. She did the same, and gave her sister a kiss. She couldn't wait to 'introduce' her old friends to her sister...to show them that she was all woman now. She smiled. She'd enjoy this.
"Can I talk you you for a momant?"
She looked down. She had to. After all, she towered over the handsom black man who stood before her. Sam Wilson - dressed in costume and looking just as handsome as ever - stood before her with Mockingbird, Hawkeye, Sharon Carter and Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes). It was obvious from the look in his eyes that they knew. They all knew.
"Vy uff course, mein friends. I vas hoping zat you vould recognize me."
She led them away into a side hall, and Clint asked "So what's up? Is this some kind of spy action going on? The desguise is quite...good?"
Steffana Reicha Koenig (or rather, 'Hauptman Kriegerfrau') smiled down at him, her whip held in one hand and her eyes shining with hypnotic power. As she waved the metalic tip back and forth before them, she said "Nein, mein old friends. I haff alvays vanted to be der Kriegerfrau. Ve've talked about it often, ya? You remember? I haff alvays vanted to be ze voman before you. Vhy should you haff any problems mit zis? I am still your old friend, but now...I am better. You luff mein changes, und are very happy for me. In fact...you zink zat I am a VERY beautiful voman..."
"Nein, sister..." snapped Julia Frieda Koenig "...zis black swine is unvorthy uff you."
Steffana smiled at her sister. There were some portions of the old Captain America clingimng to the edges of her brain, and that influence wouldn't let her turn her back on her old friends. The people she'd always wanted to protect. The people she dearly loved, and though that love was refracted through her 'Warrior Woman/Nazi' lens, it was still there.
"Zis 'black swine' is mein best friend, zister. He und I haff been through much. I vant to keep him safe und sound...by my side."
Julia went quiet. Her sisters conditioning could only go so far. Still...she had some suggestions.
******
They returned to the party, each man undressed and wearing only a snug, black leather speedo. Mockingbird and Sharon Carter wore black leather opra gloves, hip boots, Gestapo officers caps and massive black strap-ons. Nazi armbands were worn by all, and their hair was all buzz-cut down to military stubble. They all smiled and chatted, but they also opened every door, fetched every drink and lit every cigarette for the pair of sisters. They were property, after all. Slaves in the service of Steffana and Frieda. They knew they were, and always would be. And that...was good. They were handsome pretty boys (even Mockingbird and Sharon Carter thought of themselves as more male than female) and they loved the Koenigs very much. The smoothly muscled black man leaned over and kissed the underside of his giant mistresses huge breast, and Staffana smiled down at him. The man with the cyber-arm handed a drink to Frieda and she thought it wouldn't be bad to have slaves. After all, these mud-bloods weren't REAL humans - pure German stock - so they were property...and they knew it. Sam and Steffana had a special relationship, though...and at night they showed their love openly. Frieda knew that sooner or later, Sam and her sister would be closer than slave and master, and the black buck would end up marrying her...becoming 'Samual Koenig' or something. She knew she couldn't push her 'sisters' conditioning any further...but perhaps she didn't want to. It was fun having a sister. It was fun having slaves. Perhaps she should loosen her own standards for a bit. After all, this handsom 'Winter Soldier' would make an excellent husband, and after all...she hardly considered herself to be Master Man's wife anymore.
******
The two giant women with the five half-naked slaves sauntered through the guests, hovering about the MacEvils and hugging each other. A mature, silver-haired vixen was quietly wrapping a young man around her finger, calling him "My little flashie." as he all but groveled before her. The look of the room was getting quite...perverse...and he wasn't sure he liked it. He watched as Baroness Rita VonDoom - a queenly woman in silvery armor, a silver 'Doom'-mask permanently in place and flowing green gowns about her - chatted in Latverian to Victor VonDoom, and he knew...it was wrong.
But...what could he do about it?
He excused himself from the party, and contacted the rest of the X-Men, knowing that this wasn't just a job for the ol' Wolverine himself. He'd need some backup.