Stretching her mouth wide, Beatrice, also known as the heroine Tricksterella, couldn't suppress the massive yawn escaping her, closing one of the front doors of the tower behind her. Impossibly, the door she just came from seemed to lead into the living room of her apartment, while the morning sun shone through the glass as the rest of the tower's entrances led to the outside. With a click of it closing though, the optical illusion that wasn't vanished and the door returned to its normal function, leaving no one the wiser that she had just stepped from her place which was several thousand miles away in Los Angeles and straight to the tower. Sure she could stay in Rapid Rivers, or even adjust herself to East Coast time, but she had just gotten her house paid off and set-up just how she wanted and it's not like distance or travel time meant anything to her.
Suppressing another yawn, Beatrice takes out a compact mirror to double check herself. One of the perks of being able to just teleport straight into work was she could sleep in, but her alarm didn't go off this morning and she'd rushed through her routine to make it to HQ on time for her shift. Luckily, her brown curls didn't need much teasing to get them properly wrangled and her aquiline jaw and cheekbones meant she could do minimal make-up and still look presentable, or at least not be embarrassed when sitting next to 2-time Sexiest Superheroine of the Year winner Flamera who was her partner for today.
Not that she still wouldn't feel that way, unable to help that thought from floating across her brain before being promptly squashed. All of the girls at the LoV were super attractive, even Cassandra who could get a bit prickly about it, which considering she was the most petite and cute as a button despite being the oldest member sans Nike made sense. Part of it almost made her more insecure, especially when, if you took away her unique teleportation magic, what was she really offering?
A nice pair of legs in fishnets as she was dressed up more for being the girl in the show than the main event? There were several equally nice or better pairs of legs walking these halls. Her skills as a magician too were... well not subpar, when it came to performing at least she was capable. However her old team was expecting the daughter of the great Maestro Magician, one of the most powerful magical heroes in the business, and instead they got... her. They let her know it too, scoffing as she tried to learn more practical skills than pulling rabbits out of a hat, her personal magic weak enough that she couldn't even summon enough power to fly.
Meanwhile, here she was on the same team as Voodoo Queen, a sorceress that had just started being a heroine a few years ago and could probably levitate a whole city block, while she was born into the community and could do what, pull slightly more useful things now out of her hat?
Beatrice sighed, she knew she was being stupid, on one of the rare occasions she came face to face with Maven, the tech wiz told her as much to her face. Chloe had little time for her self-inflicted nonsense, especially since her teammate was correct more often than not, like the fact that while her combat skills and power level might not be on par with some of the other girls, the fact that she could basically teleport any number of people anywhere with a door on a whim was quite literally a one-of-a-kind power, and considering how difficult and taxing regular teleportation magic was (and after regrettably mentioning it, how insane using tech to teleport was after Chloe sat her down for a three hour lecture complete with slides), she added something unique and irreplaceable to any super team.
Beatrice wished she could think about it that way all the time, the casual ease of which she did it made it hard for some people (including herself) to understand the complex magics that others could imitate with years of work and planning and runes and meanwhile she could just wave her hand. It was quite literally her bending the fabric of space so she could sleep in an extra 30 minutes and pick up a cup of espresso from her favorite place in Milan before it closed and getting to Rapid Rivers in time for her shift.
The fact that the other girls treated it that way meant she wasn't allowed to wallow in it either. Even though she knew she wasn't the equal of her dad, Beatrice had to come to terms with her own talents and her pity party had no friends in the LoV. Which was why she had a smile this morning putting on her fishnets and heels, tightening her tie, throwing on her blue stage coat and top-hat, and coming into work. It felt good to be around people who respected her, even if she was still working on adding herself to that group, and considering she had gotten no alerts in the middle of the night from HQ, she knew she probably had a task today she was actually capable of doing: tracking down Bimbette.
She had a few potential ideas on how she could do so easily, and so lost in her own head, Tricksterella hadn't even noticed the absence of all the other girls, some who lived here and she should have run into during a shift change. She didn't even notice the echo of her steps as someone behind her started following her, matching her stride with eerie accuracy. She wasn't so far gone however when she turned the corner, that she could miss the two Dolls in the middle of the hallway. One turned to face her, it's caramel-colored skin highlighting the hot-pink bodysuit wrapped around impossible curves, flowing red locks decadently long and far more natural looking than the dye job her teammate Flamera had behind her, while the other pale white and blonde Doll remained motionless on the floor. Stunned for a second, Tricksterella goes to raise her hands but before she can she finds herself grappled from behind, a slim hand wrapped in pink latex slapping a de-powering cuff on her, cutting her off from her magic and trapping her.
"all girls must be Dolls."
The static-y monotone voice emanated from the Doll in front of her, a parody of her teammates as she recognized some of Flamera's features behind the pink visor and explosively large pink lips.
"all girls must be Dolls."
replied her captor, and though she couldn't make out more than a glimpse of massive ebony cleavage she knew who had taken her by surprise. The Doll on the floor confirmed her worst fears, because while thankfully she was breathing, her rising chest contained the softly glowing shard that was the source of Magdalena's powers. With a yelp, Tricksterella was dragged unceremoniously by the iron grip of Slingshot, the smaller woman trying to put up at least some fight but it was to no avail as she was dragged towards the communication room.
"Girls? Girls? Nikki? Ember? C'mon at least pretend that you're fighting it." Her cries fell on deaf ears, and she was feeling both annoyed, panicked, and regrettably just a little sorry for herself. Without her magic she was just a somewhat fit girl who could do nothing but be helplessly shoved through the door, while one of her missing teammates had at least done something to the Doll that was Magdalena. Trying to rise up to her feet, she was pulled up and shoved into a large tube, a door closing behind her as she turned around, finally getting a good look at the comms room.
It had been changed of course, the screen dominated one wall throwing out image after image of Dolls in various forms of debauchery, crime, and obedience. Her tube filled with a pink mist that had her coughing, and then cursing as her costume dissolved into nothingness around her leaving her vulnerable and naked, claws reaching out to grab her limbs and restrain her from moving. She could still look around though, nothing having yet been forced to catch her eye but she couldn't help but stop and stare when she saw the other restrained occupant in the room.
If she had to guess, it was probably Keiko since her partner last night was Magdalena and she was changed into a Doll, but Keiko was... Well she'd definitely been altered like the rest, her exaggerated curves on display in pink latex like all the other girls. However, her arms were restrained behind her into a big pink rubber block, her legs spread and bowed and equally restrained as it arched her back over the block for maximum penetration, and the thing doing the penetrating...
It had to be more than half a foot wide, the massive pink cylinder slowly and mechanically dominating the restrained girl's ass, her massively wide hips still seemingly too small to take its girth and insane length... when it was at its furthest depths it had to be crushing everything up past her rib cage.
