Calvin Zabo grinned to himself as he overheard what had happened in Ms. Potts' office.
Yes, this was interesting. Most interesting indeed. It was fascinating to see these former heroes become totally transformed in such a way, their souls utterly degraded. Of course Dr. Zabo knew the person he most wanted to transform -- his old arch-nemesis Thor. It would be wonderful for the god of thunder to transformed into someone he despised.
However, Zabo realized he had to be cautious as well. Captain America and Ms. Potts had turned into such... dominant... figures. He needed to make certain that he didn't lost control of the situation. Zabo had to make certain that he stayed on top.
* * *
Stefanie purred as she studied Sam Wilson in his new black suit, dressed like an 18th-century aristocrat. Yes, he made such a perfect Black Bishop. So fucking sexy.
MMmmm... Black Bishop. Such an appropriate title for such a handsome black man whose purpose was to worship her... like Stefanie was his goddess.
She still had Captain America's intense willpower -- it simply was focused in a very different direction -- and the new Black King had managed to keep some of her thoughts hidden even from Emma Frost. Despite Stefanie's transformation into selfish depravity, she still had some affection for her former friends. Or at least she savoured the irony of forging a new criminal empire with former Avengers... or associates such as the once Ms. Potts. Besides, she had also become naturally treacherous, loving mind games and tricking fools who thought they were smarter than her. Thus Stefanie was already planning how she would betray Emma Frost and Sebastian Shaw, break down their willpower, make them into slaves of a new and improved Hellfire Club as the roles of Black King and White Queen were given to more deserving individuals.
Stefanie chuckled cruelly, her whole body shaking, as she imagined that snooty Miss Frost dressed in a white French maid outfit, a ballgag stuck in her mouth and her pale bare buttocks ready for a nice caning.
But she was getting ahead of herself. For now Shaw and Frost were useful. Stefanie would break them soon enough....
* * *
Virginia Hogan relaxed in her limousine as her chauffeur drove her to the Hellfire Club.
She knew the club appreciate style... and for that matter, so did Virginia. She was dressed in an expensive white tuxedo, her hair stylishly short, and smoking another nice thick Camacho cigar while taking a few sips of her scotch.
Yes, she was sure she'd enjoy being White King, especially if Stefanie did indeed have a plan for how to give Virginia full control of the company and full control of dear Tony.
The former Pepper Potts purred at the thought. Though she considered herself a dyke, a damn awesome one, the truth was a little complicated. Virginia did enjoy men, but only if they were properly dominated, all their masculinity squeezed out, and turned into some adorable little feminine things. Yes, Tony would make an adorable sissy secretary.
Virginia was sure Stefanie would love to help her with that.