"C'est Magnifique!" Mighty Maid laughed as she watched her dutiful Girl Scout, the former Supergirl, turn the giant key. It paid off to have a bratty brainwashed Kryptonian on her side. She especially liked how the costumed cutie made a show of it, posing this way and that, with a fake grunt here or there, for her audience of the malicious maid and her parodied bits of empowered property. The giant door creaked opened and they sauntered in out of the cold. "Eet just needs some dusting, oui?" As always, her ridiculous accent came and went. "Places everyone. He'll have been detected that we arrived. We want to make sure everything's ready for him." 

And within a matter of minutes, Superman did arrive, cape flowing from the speed he'd traveled. The key had been twisted into a bow, but he was still able to maneuver it and unlock the entrance to the Fortress. As he closed the door behind him, there was the strangest figure before him, the pop tarted out Black Canary, clad in pick and silver and posing lewdly. "Like, hiya. I'm Nary Black!" She had an oversized bedazzled mic in her hand. "And this song goes out to all the boys out there who like to watch me in slow motion and play along. It's called Kiss my Glorious Butt." She winked at him before doing an absurd spin move and starting to sing. 

"Dinah?" He frowned, completely bewildered, even as the lyrics hit him hard.

As lyrics went, they were about the most vapid and inane possible, and her voice was high and annoying, her duckface lips making it all the worse, but the song was sonic and bore right into his brain. Superman's body spiked with lust and his knees moved with a mind of their own. He dropped to the ground, in a position of grovelling, crawling towards the former Black Canary, helpless to stop himself. 

"That's right!" She giggled, and his mind went pure white as he heard it. "Mistress Mighty Maid said that whoever breaks you gets to keep you. You, Superstud, are going to be my bodyguard back up dancer." She jutted her pink pleather posterior right in his face and giggled more as he rubbed into it. "That's right, pleather addict! That's you! It's in my song! And my song totally rules!" She crossed her arms victoriously. "So pucker up, because the second you kiss it, you're mine!"  

He could feel it too, the tug of the song, his mind shutting down, but as his lips got close, he clenched his eyes shut and with all his might blew instead. The super breath sent her head over feet, crashing back in the wall. Slowly, with a last long glance at her rear end, he rubbed his eyes and rose. "Dinah, I don't know what happened, but I'll rescue you from this."

He ran on through the halls, only to crash hard into something extremely soft and welcoming. It wasn't entirely his fault. Bimbette, the Power Girl who thought herself to be a blow up doll floated about a foot off the ground, a perfect height for anyone to charge headlong into her overly supple bosom. Her change had been completely in her head thanks to Mighty Maid's suggestions, but it had unlocked certain subconscious elements of her power. When someone's head was in her breasts, she bobbed them up and down at just the right frequency to scramble her victim's brains. 

That stunned Superman so that she could utilize her most dangerous ability. Her mouth, formed to a perfect 'o' slowly let air out, her superbreath, which she could arc just right to hit his ears. First it damaged his equilibrium just so, causing him to lose his balance and stumble further into her breasts. Then, though, it went deeper, starting to inflict a very specific sort of temporary brain damage.

Clark's thoughts went bimbo and blonde as he felt himself becoming an airhead. Higher math skills went first, then higher reasoning and memory. It was nice, pink, refreshing. His mouth started to form a little 'o' too, lost in her bosom, and his arms started to go stiff at his sides as the air poured in through his ear. He let out a little giggle, but it was when another part of him started to inflate that the adrenaline made him come to his senses and he shoved Bimbette forward, the blow up doll, tumbling aimlessly down another hallway.

"Uhnn," he stumbled, trying to recover his senses. The punch to his face that followed didn't help in the least. He tumbled to the ground and turned, hand trying to steady him back to his feet. When the stars faded, he saw his cousin, in her early twenties but dressed in the sauciest Girl Scout uniform. 

"Hey Kal!" She grinned big, too big. "Looks like you survived the losers that came after me, but you won't beat me!" There was a bratty undertone to her voice. "I'm going to beat you up, feed you my special brand of slave-making thin mints, win the 'enslave your family' merit badge, and make you into my personal big, blue, boyscout boytoy." She bit her lip suggestively before walking up and kicking him in the chest. While she had the enchanted bubble gum that had transformed Black Canary (Mxy or Nanny Contrary supplied, very likely), there was no saying whether or not she had cookies. She might have just been deranged. 

Kal didn't have time to worry about that, because she was on top of him pummeling, kicking, biting, kissing, scratching, tugging. There was something wild about Mighty Maid's Girl Scout, something primal and unrestrained. She was pure id and purely immature. He was able to shove her off once, twice, but she kept coming back.

"Come on," She laughed as she straddled him again, only to shove off once more. "I always wanted a kissing cousin! It's legal in both the North AND South Poles! Scout's honor!" She crossed her heart and then gave her left breast a grope before diving in again at a speed far more violent an intense than before. At the last moment though, Superman was able to roll out of the way and she face planted hard into the ground, unconscious.

Superman crawled forward, frowning but not looking back. His head was clearing again. He'd save her, save all of them from whatever happened. He just had to get to the bottom of this and figure out who was behind it. That was the last thought he had before feeling an incredibly sharp pain from behind. The stars came back and a proper, silky voice rang out in his mind.

"It's proper manners for a slave to say Yes, Nanny and No, Nanny, dear boy." He felt it again and the words seemed to implant themselves in his mind. When the pain cleared, he saw her, Mary Marvel dressed in the oddest latex Mary Poppins costume that left nothing to the imagination. "In this case, however, you are to say Thank You, Nanny." She struck him with the enchanted yardstick once again.

His entire body shivered as if electrocuted. "Thank you, Nanny." The words came out before he could stop them.

"Excellent," her smile down upon him, nose slightly upturned, sent its own shivers through him. Her British accent was obviously fake but that just helped the illusion somehow. "I am your Nanny Contrary." she struck again. "You are henceforth my obedient charge," and again, "And we, together, shall bring a new breed of manners to the world." 

Part of him knew this to be true. Part of him needed to give in and become her charge. But, no. Canary, Power Girl, his cousin, and now Mary Marvel. All of them would be lost if he gave in, and maybe the world with them. So as she struck out to spank him with the yardstick once more, and alter his mind even further, he whipped around, catching it, and twisting, sending her crashing through the nearest wall.

Now he realized that he couldn't win this, not here, not now. He had to get away, had to warn...

and that was the last thought he had, for he had crawled forward right into the magic duster of Mighty Maid. She leered down at him, haughty, cackling. "Ze game, eet is over!" Her saw her in all of her twisted beauty as his memories melted away. "And to ze winner, ze, how do you say, spoils!"