Nick knew it had to be an outsider. Some civilian contractor or perhaps one of the Avengers themselves. His men were his, and he had no doubts about any of them.
"Can you smell that?" asked someone...and as Nick started to turn...the cloying scent of Jasmine and Roses wafted over him...
(Later)
"Nita? Vakeup, dah-ling..." said a lilting, lyrica Italian-accented voice. Nick knew that voice...but as he thought of it, the idea folded in on itself. He blinked and opened his eyes, seeing his beautiful Contessa Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine - but...was something wrong?
She was dressed in a green and yellow uniform - the standard Hydra Sisterhood uniform - and her tall, muscular body looked so powerful and imposing. Her breasts were huge, pointed spheres of bullet-bra'd glory, and trapped in her tight pants, her thick cock looked semi-erect and perfect. Her beautiful waves of black hair were still styled with a streak of cosmetic white, and her bold, strong features were softened slightly with cosmetics. She was so beautiful...
"Nita? I want ask again, dear boi...come and say hello to the mistress."
He stood, feeling feather-light and nimble as a fawn. His body was...well, perfect. Smooth and slim as a girl, utterly hairless, all soft lines and wispy curves. Between his legs, his tiny, adorable cock stood proudly, a drop of glistening precum dangling from the tip. His baby cock and teeny balls looked so cute and helpless. His smooth, hairless chest highlighted his large, turgid nipples (like pink grapes) each with a pretty ring from which a tiny bell tinkled. He noticed that the head of his infants dick was also pierced, and he giggled as he noticed that another ring tinkled from the tip.
*WHAP*
Nick squealed and shot up as Contessa Valentinas riding crop struck his buttocks, and that was when he noticed...just how perfect they were. His body may be slim and tiny, and his penis a pretty little afterthought, but his ass...oh, his ass...
His ass was the ass of a full-figured woman. A plump, projecting bumper of soft, firm padding. His hips were wider and his thighs a little plump, but only as much as they needed to be to support that epic, awesome ass. Any bull-bitch would enjoy riding that magnificent rear all night long...
Another *WHAP* brought a moan of pained delight, and he stood up, finding that he stood only as tall as the undershelf of Valentinas magnificent torpedo-shaped breasts. Had she grown? Had he shrank? Both were possible, but he didn't say anything, as several other SHIELD Agents came forward. .H.I.E.L.D? Sisterhood of Hydras' International Elite Law-breaking Department? Hadn't they been established by the goddess-like Madame Amerika to dominate and destroy the criminal, male-dominated bully government, and bring about a golden age of Female rule? Yes...and even silly, little boi's like him were important. After all, who would the Queens and Bull-Bitches have to dominate without them? He looked forward to a long life of blissful submission to his magnificent mother/bride...Contessa Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine.
Soon, he was dressed...or rather, uniformed. A private school uniform of green mary janes, yellow knee socks, green and yellow tartan skirt, yellow blouse with pearl buttons, green blazer with Hydra crest badge. His hair was now dyed black, with the same streak of white and styled in a complex updo in imitation of his wonderful Contessa. His face was still basically the face of Nick Fury, but his lips were plump and pouting and his features were tartishly painted. Pinned into his updo was a girls summer Panama hat (green with a yellow band), cocked to the left and dipping sexily down just above his left eye.
He was admiring his appearance (it was astounding just how cute he was...like a teenage girl, with his boi-parts covered) when Madame Amerika entered the room. As soon as he saw her, he stood at perfect military attention, and snapped off a snappy salute "Hail Hydra! Immortal Hydra!" in a voice that dripped with sugar and spice. His words were not his usual American accented English...but cultured and Continental Italian.
"Well, hello to you, boi. So...this is your darling little one, Valentina?"
The Contessa stood proudly and rested her hand on his shoulder. "He is my beloved little sissy-boi, Madame. My boi-wife and adopted son. I believe that I am the perfect Headmistress for the Van Dyne School for Bio's...and that my sweet little Nita Allegra de la Fontaine would make a wonderful assistant. Perhaps his saucy little friends Timberlee 'Dum-Dum' Dubois, Gabrielle 'Gabby' Joubert, Penelope 'Pinky' Pinkerton and the rest of my darling Haughty Contessas, who shall set the tone for male submission."
Nita Allegra de la Fontaine knew something was wrong about this...but as he glanced about and saw all the other sweet, swishing little bois that he'd be helping his mother-wife train, his buttocks trembled with want. He knew he was a saucy, spoiled little Italian princess, and he also knew that he hated this terrible country. The idea of transforming its male population into cute, swishing little darlings like himself was so attractive. He thought of his beloved Contessa mounting his ass with her thick, bulls cock...and he almost swooned. He and the rest of his Haughty Contessas would lead the way...teaching the males of this country to submit to their betters.
Madame Amerika could see all this on the proud little boi's face. He was a darling piece of fluff, and she knew he and his beloved Valentina would be happy together. Much happier than if they'd had to live their old lives. Now, he could sit back, fuss with his hair, clothes and makeup, and dedicate himself to being the prettiest piece of arm candy he could be. She knew she'd done the right thing...and she rewarded Maria - or rather 'Mario' - Hill with a position in her own court. Mario would make a wonderful playmate for her own children.
Rebecca 'Becky' Rokissian and Jesse Rokissian were now dusky-skinned, to show that they were the biological children of Stephanie and Samantha Rokissian. The larger, muscular Becky was now her parents bodyguard and the small, sweet little Jasse was their personal hand-boi, princess and soon to be husband to his big sister. In the new world they were making, family would be no impediment to romance. Mario would eventually join them in loving union.
What a wonderful world this will be, thought Madame Amerika. What a wonderful world.
***
"It's gone." said the Scarlet Witch.
"What do you mean?" asked Tony Stark.
"The Helicarrier...is gone. No answer from any agents...Nick and the rest of them...they're just gone. All agents were recalled to certain safe houses...and they all vanished overnight. They're...just gone."
Clint Barton and Bobbi Morris came into the room "Movement on the Van Dyne accounts. Someone's using her money to by private schools - both boys and girls - and turning them into closed Accademies. No student has complained, and any parents who've visited comes away with rave reviews...but I suspect some sort of funny business."
"I've gotten an interview as a teacher at one of these schools..." said Bobbi Morris "...but I think I shouldn't go in alone. I'll take Clint with me, as my 'husband'."
"Good idea. What about getting so magical help? Contact Doctor Strange, and see what he can find out."
"Will do, Tony." said the Scarlet Witch. She and the Black Widow left...and Tony Stark paused over his work. Where was all this madness coming from? Was it really just 'Madame Amerika'? Was it possible that Cap could have changed that much? If so...he was in for an unpleasant surprise. Tony knew how to play hardball, and if Nick Fury was a prisoner...he'd be working on a way to contact him.