"The subject is ready, Madame Amerika." said Jocasta Zola. The lovely female robots body and personality suited the old villain, and though she wore the same orange and grey uniform that Zola had worn, as well as his 'thought box' atop her shapely shoulders, her central video screen (mounted just below her bullet-like breast shapes) now displayed the smiling features of Jocasta. Between her legs she was equipped with a cybernetic cock that both Taskmistress and Giant-Mankiller had enjoyed. The three of them were involved in a sort of 'Scientific-Partnership-slash-Open-Marriage' that brought pleasure to them all. She spoke in Jocastas sweet tones, though now accented with Zola's cultured Swiss. "Und may I zay, he is a magnificent subject. Your plans for him shall ease the scientific burdens from my shoulders, allowing I und my...partners to enjoy ourselves a bit more."
"Thank you, my friend. Und...how to you feel?"
She smiled "Very vell, Madame. Like I vas born anew. Zola delights in this new form, und Jocasta loves that you thought of her. Ve shall soon settle down into a single mind, and forget what the before had been. Now...let's verk on our subject, shall we. I have the bonding DNA ready here, and if I may say so...it's going to perfect."
"CAP! Be reasonable! Let me go, and Reed Richards can have you all back to normal in a few hours." cried Sam Wilson. The Falcon had been one of his dearest and oldest friends, and Madame Amerika wanted to ensure that his transition went as smoothly as possible. When she thought of what wonderful delights awaited him in his new life, she touched herself. Soon enough...she'd have him for that.
The Falcon tried to reason with his mad friend, watching with worry as the robotic woman fiddled with knobs and talked of 'safety levels' and 'DNA/Reality mesh patterns' while she hovered about a machine that was obviously hooked up to yet another Cosmic Cube. That he was in danger couldn't be argued...but some how...the fact that Cap - even an eastern European dominatrix version of Cap - said that he was going to be alright, did give him some comfort. They were obviously not going to simply kill him...or rather, them.
His two companions were still unconcious, though companions was hardly the best work. After the high nonsense and borderline evil of the Civil War, Sam had lost a lot of trust for Carol Danvers (who was calling herself 'Captain Marvel' now) and Tigra. The two women had been willing to help hunt down other heroes, and turn a blind eye to obviously unlawful killings and incarcerations when it had suited them, then turned against the system they'd supported as soon as Norman Osborn was in charge and THEY were suddenly held to the same standards. He'd not been thrilled to have Tony Stark team them up like this, and even less thrilled to have them ordered to bring in Madame Amerika 'by any means possible'.
He wanted to help his old friend...but her felt that Tony Stark was a little too...quick to turn to violence.
Not than it mattered. It had all gone south so quickly. The ambush...the fight...the sight of a weirdly transformed Hank Pym taking Carol Danvers apart in single combat. The Taskmaster (wait? Taskmistress?) handling Tigra with ease. Then he'd been alone, and Madame Amerika had taken him down quickly...yet not without care.
"You ver alvays my favorite, Samuel..." she said, smiling and stroking his cheek. "...beyond even Bucky or Rick Jones, though there is room by my side for zem az vell. But you...you are special. You stood by me ven almost all ze rest turned towards the fame und fortune uf Tony Stark. After zay murdered William Foster...und vhen I 'awoke' und accepted zat I VANTED to be 'Madame Amerika', I thought uf you first. Ve shall be very close, Samuel...very close...
She touched his cock through his costume, then lightly stroked it as she issued commands to Jocasta Zola.
"Is...it really still you in there, Cap?"
Madame Amerika laughed. "It certainly is, my friend. I LUFF my new life...und I vill save zis nation from itself...zen...I'll save ze vorld."
"Then...do what you need to...Madame Amerika. I'll join you willingly."
She smiled and kissed him on the cheek...then on the mouth. "Oh, Samuel...my lovely Falcon...my friend..."
***
Samantha Tilda Rokissian (she had been delighted to marry the magnificent Madame Amerika) engaged the central processors of her half of the machine she, Jocasta Zola and Giant-Mankiller were working on. The three of them had hit upon an idea that would allow them to quickly reprogram and transform subjects along certain paths, and soon...all of Hydra had been changed. It hadn't been too difficult to get them to go along, with the prize being a mix of both power and pleasure. The average Hydra Agent was now a tall, beautiful, large-breasted woman of athletic proportions and queenly strength - a new template for all of humanity when they were finished. About half of them (mostly former males) were equipped with large, thick cocks, and all had a healthy sex drive. Soon, the halls of Hydra were echoing with the sounds of moans and cries of sexual joy, as the new Agents of the 'Sisterhood of Hydra' got used to their new bodies, paired up and formed 'love groups'. They trained all day as soldiers under Taskmistress, Giant-Mankiller and Madame Amerika, but at night...they spent hours deeply involved with their lovers and wives, forming 'sister leagues' of like minded sex partners and accepting their new, much better lives.
Nightshade had been the key. The tiny little woman with the impressive breasts, proud ass and cock like a python. Stephanie and Samantha Rokissian spent hours in each others arms, loving and being loved by the one other being who really understood her. Nightshade made quite the little villainess in her black leather hip boots and opera gloves, her feathered flight harness (now black) and her pet falcon Redwing perched on her shoulder. Her hair was bound into two cute 'puffball afros' on either side of her head, she imitated her lover by smoking cigarettes from a long black holder, and her cute features made her look like Sam Wilsons' little sister. Samantha Rokissian had insisted that Nightshade be the one with the cock, and each night she'd mount her lusty Hungarian lover and thrill to the feel of her thick length sliding in and out of she who was her perfect lover...and soon, the mother to their daughters. That her old friend would be giving birth to her children didn't bother Samantha at all. She and Samantha were a perfect pair - each respecting and needing the other. Samantha knew that Stephanie could have made her a loyal servant or thick-witted stooge, so the fact that she'd made her an equal and given her her own mind made her love the woman even more.
And speaking of 'stooges'...
The former Captain Marvel and Tigra were in training. It had been important to make agents who could go toe-to-toe with the Hulk and Thor, and Madame Amerika had wanted to make them loyal, and yet to also make them happy. This...had been the best of both worlds. They were not as smart as they had been, but that was fine. They didn't need to be brilliant...they needed to be tough.
Carol 'Crusher' Creel The Absorbing Woman) and her wife Greer 'Skeeter' MacPherran-Creel (Tigratania) were running through the course intended for the most powerful agents. Carol was a hulking brute - shaved head, muscle-bound and with a face like a neanderthal - adapting to every attack with military speed. She wore the same costume she'd worn as Ms. Marvel, though her long boots now ended in thick, flat heels and the body inside the costume was hulking and brutal. She had too much body hair, and her mannish face had shades of stubble. It didn't matter. She was proud and pleased to be part of such an awesome group as this. And her wife...
Looking like a muscle-woman parody of Tigra, the furred and tailed tiger woman wore Titanias' old spiked boots and gloves, as she threw herself into Carols arms. "Shit, Crusher...I'm strong as ever, but also really fast! I'll jus' bet that me an' you take those stoopid 'vengers out to th' woodshed fer a beatin' they ain't never gonna ferget!"
Crusher and Skeeter made love, their huge dicks (they each had a massive schlong and balls) rubbing as they each shifted...first Crusher mounted his kitten (her tail lashing and her voice purring like an engine) then she bent over, and Tigratania drove her own cock deep into her ass, causing Crusher to bellow and roar. It was a wonderful life. Fight all day and fuck all night. Never did they have another idea of life. Never did they either imagine that they'd been better off before. It would have been crazy to pretend that they weren't a million times better off as lovers and loyal followers of the 'Hydra Sisterhood'.