Madame Amerika grinned as she took another puff of her cigarette. Shrieks of ecstasy were coming from the room of Taskmistress and Giant-Mankiller. Her friends were happy and that pleased her. They were much happier than they’d even been as Avengers.
Everyone would be much happier in her new world order.Nothing had its place right now; it was up to Stephanie to mold a new place for them. A happy place, a place where everyone knew their mission and who to serve.
She sighed and rubbed her crotch. All these sounds of joyous fucking were making her horny. Maybe she should round up three or more well-hung Hydra agents again, have them fuck her with their huge dicks while she whipped and clawed their asses. Her body was insatiable! The only thing greater than her desire for sex was her desire to rule. And they weren’t so different from each other. Thinking of sexy men and women made her want to dominate them,thinking of domination made her want to cum….
Stephanie tapped her chin. Now that she had a wonderful lieutenant in Taskmistress, she could take care of her own needs. Find someone to turn into her slave, her toy, her boot-licking little lovepet.
She sighed and thought about Arnin Zola. She didn’t trust that whiny little toad. He only cared about himself and his twisted experiments while she wanted people around her who were loyal to HER, her and her plans for America. It would be best to combine his genius and talents with one of the Avengers – not as a love-slave of course, but as an ally.
So she needed a love-slave and someone to become her new mad scientist. Who first?
· * * *
Meanwhile, Iron Man had called a meeting of the Avengers.
“What is it, Tony?” Scarlet Witch asked.
“SHIELD has sent me some disturbing information,” he said. “It’s about the new leader of Hydra.”
“That freak people are calling Madame Amerika?” Hawkeye asked.
“Yes. Apparently – well, apparently something really bizarre seems to have happened and the Avengers need to help stop it.”