Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Nick Fury will find out I've been turned soon," Maria Hill said, two fingers plunging in and out of her sloppy, cum-slick slit. "We need him on our side."

"My powers don't work on dudes," Porkum said, his snout twitching. The pig-man lifted his immense testicles up with both hands and laid them out on the table, the cock sprawled out on the table like a contented boa constrictor. It made it easier for him to scratch the sweaty underside of his sack. "Can we just kill him?"

"It would be better to turn him," Mockingbird said, her eyes fixed on the wet puddle forming beneath the tip of the pig-like mutant's cock. "I read in the Avengers files that Superia once tried to turn Captain America into a woman. She has the technology. If we can use it to turn Fury, Porkum's powers would work on him, and then we'd have all of Fury's secrets on our side."

"So where's this Superia chick? I can convince her," Porkum grunted, still lost in his moment of personal grooming.

Spider-Woman stood up and walked over to him. She reached under his sack, finding the spot on his taint he couldn't quite reach.

"Superia is a genius-level intellect and a militant feminist, and right now she's allied with HYDRA. She would probably turn you into a woman, if she could," Jessica Drew said as Porkum sighed, his cock twitching as she massaged his taint.

"So that's the plan," the Invisible Woman said, her voice raspy. "Two teams. Half of us secure Fury. The other half, Superia and her technology. Bring them both here."

Porkum nodded. Most of the super-bitches in his world could barely string a sentence together. These sluts were actively working together to ensure their whole planet would be his sexual plaything.

"Sounds good. Do it," he said. "And I'll fuck you cunts until you can't walk!"

In a nondescript alley, a bald Black man in a trenchcoat, eyepatch over one eye, tapped a series of bricks. Part of the wall slid away, and the man quickly stepped through, the wall closing behind him. Inside was a basic apartment, with generic furniture—and two of Fury's most trusted agents. Maria Hill and Mockingbird stood, tense and poker-faced.

"Hill!" Fury said. "Got your message. What's going on?"

"Extradimensional threat," Maria Hill said. "The Invisible Woman's been compromised. Some sort of mind controller, but non-psychic. They're moving to consolidate power."

"Damn," he said, his one eye narrowing. "And how did you find out?"

The Wasp's sting slammed into Fury from behind. There was a shower of sparks as the Life Model Decoy in the shape of Nick Fury hit the floor.

A mile away, the real Nick Fury tore off the telepresence unit. He reached for the communication panel on his desk...and the world went wavy.

Black Widow crawled out from beneath his desk, a strange, tight smile on her lips as she picked up the **** spymaster. She wondered if a female Nick Fury would have any hair.

"Ms. Drew. Ms. Potts," Superia said. The tall woman was dressed in a slick, form-fitting costume of orange and black that clung to her frame, outlining a slim, athletic form. A pale yellow **** field buzzed around her. "To what do I owe the honor?"

"You have some technology we need," Pepper Potts said, the redhead dressed in a burgundy business suit. "Gender transition technology that can change a biological male into a biological female at a cellular level within hours."

Superia raised an eyebrow. Her hands were held behind her back.

"Indeed," she said. "But why should I share such technology with you?"

"We know some men who could use a feminine perspective," Spider-Woman said. "And we can pay—"

"I am not interested in money," the villainess said dismissively.

"But what about technology? Stark Tech?" Pepper Potts said. "Surely there has to be something we have that you want."

"What I want," Superia said, and she stepped closer. "Is the future. A future of women, ruled by women. You think I couldn't detect the mutant MALE pheromones on your bodies? You two reek like a pair of used cumrags. Did you really think I wouldn't have protections built into my suit to prevent contamination by such masculine filth?"

Superia's voice dripped with disdain.

"Oh no, we totally did," Pepper Potts said sweetly. "That's why we have a Hulk."

The Invisible Woman dropped the invisible **** field around Jennifer Walter. Seven feet of mean green femininity landed on Superia, and the artificially-generated **** field popped with a sound like a wet queef as the brutal strike bore Superia to the ground. Strong hands tore the villain's suit from her, and a touch from Spider-Woman to Superia's neck sent a bio-electric jolt through the villain's system.

With care, the superheroines flipped Superia onto her back. Not quite ****, the paralyzed genius saw Sue Storm fade into view...and saw too the white, dripping mess that was the naked heroine's cunny.

"I'm so glad to have you with us, Superia," Sue Storm said, as she took her position, feet on either side of the villain's head. "I hear you like women. That you're all about the pussy. Which is wonderful, really. We all need some variety. But right now...I think you need a taste of what you've been missing."

Sue dropped into a slow squat. Pepper Potts held a scrambler that prevented any of Superia's pre-planned escape options from functioning. No killer drones were on their way. No teleportation matrix would activate. Something warm, white, and sticky dripped onto her face as Sue lowered her cunt down, to grind Porkum's jizz into Superia's mouth and nose.

She tried to resist as the hot cunny ground against her face. Yet smart as she was, Superia couldn't override her own basic biology.