"Wake up." came a distorted voice.
"That was the last time I try to match Gwenpool in tequilla shots." muttered the slim, pretty brunette as she groaned and opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. A myriad of dismayed reflections looked back at her from the mirrors on the walls and ceiling of the four poster bed on which she sat. A truly impressive array of adult toys sat on a nearby bureau. "Uh. This is definitely NOT my bedroom."
"Very observant! That must be why you're the leader of your precious West Coast Avengers." the distorted male voice added with a chuckle. "Welcome to your new quarters. My name is Dr. Diabolical and-"
"Yeah, we're not doing this, Dr. Douchebag or whatever your name is. I'm going now, bye." Hawkeye said as she stood up and nocked an explosive arrow in her quiver, aiming at the farthest wall.
"Oh, I really wouldn't recommend that. While sex is encouraged, violence has consequences. Take a look."
The mirror above her bureau flickered to reveal a muscular blonde with the biggest tits Kate had ever seen outside of She-Hulk in a push-up bra, wearing a cape and unitard.
"OK, that's nice. Pretty sure Chesty McDeltoids can handle herself and probably does regularly. Buh-bye."
Kate let her arrow fly . . . to absolutely no effect. The arrow exploded spectacularly but the mirrored wall wasn't even slightly mussed. Kate grimaced in annoyance and began speaking before looking at the mirror above the bureau.
"OK, time for Plan B then- whoa, is she?"
The blonde's enraged sneer had suddenly become replaced with an eyecrossed gasp, her hips bucking against an invisible lover and huge chest thrust out, clearly cumming hard.
"Oh, my yes! A moaner as it turned out - shame, I'd hoped for a screamer. In any case, the example's fairly obvious. If one of you tries to get out, something sexy happens and it all doesn't have to be nearly as enjoyable as what you just saw Power Girl experience."
"Power Girl? Never heard of her. How do I know she's just not some actress you hired?"
The voice chuckled.
"Oh, I assure you, she's a superheroine just like you - well, better than you really. Her universe's equivalent to Ms. Marvel actually. As the name implies, she's got strength to match her mammaries and more powers than your entire team of also-rans. You see, I've collected superheroines from across two universes to entertain myself and others. Take a look at the script I've left you on the bureau."
Kate moved over to the bureau noticing the unsteady blonde doing the same thing but floating instead of walking.
"Hawkslut Takes A Long Shaft - A Dr. Diabolical Porn Production? Seriously? Keep dreaming, pal."
"I don't have to dream. At least one of you is going to pleasure yourselves with the toys I've provided you or none of you will get to leave. Just a little masturbation and you're sent off to your homeworlds unharmed - mostly, that is. Anything you inflict on yourselves is your own fault."
Kate cocked her head in confusion.
"What? I'm not doing anything - yet. I- aiigh!"
A sudden surge of heaviness and heat stabbed across her chest and she grimaced, pulling desperately at her own top to get it off . . . only to reveal a bra that barely contained her formerly pert B-cups.
"What the fuck, pervo?" she hissed, trying to adjust the far too small garment. "I didn't do anything!"
"I know but Power Girl did! Naughty girl, trying to use her x-ray vision. As a result, I gave you a much needed upgrade. You're not in her league yet but at least you've now got a proper set of D-cups to play with."
Cursing a storm, Kate unclasped the sports bra that was digging into her much larger tits, gasping in relief when she slid it off, covering herself with one arm as best she could. She hissed in surprise as she brushed her nipples and felt them harden.
"I also increased their sensitivity for free. You're welcome." came the smug voice.
"Real cute, Dr. Dipshit. When I get out of this, you're gonna see me use a shaft all right, right up your- hey! Where's my top?"
Dr. Diabolical chuckled.
"For future reference, any clothes you remove belong to me but just to make sure you're not too out of sorts, here. A gift."
A frilly purple and white lace bra fell from the ceiling and a disgusted Kate Biship reluctantly put it on, trying to keep her back to the cameras, unaware that cameras were everywhere. The silk cups tickled and showed much more of her new bust than she would have liked but it was better than nothing.
"I'd get cracking if I were you. Why don't we go over your lines, hmm?"
Kate folded her arms over her chest, the sternness of the gesture somewhat ruined by her new, bigger boobs and lacy bra.
"You know one of my friends can punch through dimensions, right? I'm pretty sure she's going to rescue me in like two seconds."
"Know? Why, my dear Kate Bishop, I'm counting on it!"
***
America Chavez jumped through her star-shaped dimension portal, fists clenched.
"All right, look alive all, we- uh, guys?"
She landed perfectly in what looked like a High School girl's locker room but perfectly alone. Nobody else had made the trip. She heard the faint sound of showers running nearby and tendrils of steam seemed to cover the entire floor. Grimacing, she raised a fist and punched the air to open a portal home . . . only for nothing to happen. She ran a hand through her long curly hair in annoyance, sexy Latina features grimacing.
"The hell is this?"
Suddenly, a blue portal opened up and a leggy blonde with an "S" on her chest flew through, only for the portal to vanish behind her.
"OK, guys, be ready for anything, we- guys?"
The blonde stared back over her shoulder in surprise and then suspiciously at America Chavez.
"Who are you? What is this place? And what have you done with Power Girl?"
America smirked and cracked her knuckles.
"Don't know any 'Power Girl', cutie, but I am here looking for a friend of mine. Goes by Hawkeye. You gonna help me find her or you dumb enough to get in my way?"
The blonde didn't roll her eyes but nearly just, implying America would lose easily in a fight, which America found hot. Stupid, but hot.
"Look, I didn't come here to fight you, whoever you are, I just want to rescue my friend. She looks a lot like me but, um, bigger. I'm Supergirl, by the way."
She offered a slim hand to shake, eyes utterly guileless. America shrugged. She was clearly on the side of the angels or very, very good at playing dumb.
"America Chavez. Don't really do the code name thing." she said, gripping the leggy blonde's hand as hard as she could just to test her strength. The cute little number didn't even blink, which was impressive. Sadly, she didn't check her out either, which meant Supergirl was tragically straight.
"Wow, nice grip, America! What say we team up to try and find our-"
Suddenly, a pair of pink handcuffs made of energy materialized around each of their respective wrists, locking them together with a four foot chain.
"Hey!" Supergirl cried.
"What the fuck is this?" America snarled.
"Hello, ladies. My name is Dr. Diabolical and I'd like to play a game . . ."