Bullet woke up to the smell of eggs and was immediately hit with a wave of vertigo to realise she was the one cooking them. Her hand reached out to flip the pancake she was also cooking and she realised further that her body was using her super speed for the task. A pop came from the bacon sizzling in a third pan and her hand smoothly grabbed a paper towel and caught the spits of grease out of the air before they could dirty up the Lady’s kitchen or her maid outfit.

Bullet’s reflexive attempt to duck rather than catch the grease barely made her knees bend before her cock smothered the command and doubled back to catch the one spit of oil that the distraction had almost made it miss. A sense of gloating emanated from it as her mind was somehow pinned down inside her head, a battlefield she didn’t even know how to struggle in. She was stuck as a helpless observer while her cock piloted her body to finish cooking a full breakfast and arrange it on a platter.

Desperate attempts to make her legs move and carry her out the door achieved nothing but making her more aware of her skirt swishing as her body carried the tray up to the bedroom, and her face broke out in an adoring smile as she entered to see the Lady stir and look at her. Her heart quickened as her body moved to wordlessly deliver breakfast in bed to her naked captor, but the Lady held up a hand.

The Lady smoothly shucked the sheets off of her, revealing her naked glory, and Bullet’s eyes moved to stare at her legs as they swung out to the side of the bed. She stood up and met Bullet’s eyes with a smirk. The Lady maintained eye contact as she slowly and deliberately brushed past Bullet, just the barest graze of an arm across her breast, and her presence was such that Bullet felt a physical pull towards her. She stumbled, catching herself before she fell into the void left by the Lady’s passing, and turned to see her sit cross-legged on the ground.

Bullet’s legs carried her to deliver the tray of breakfast to the Lady’s lap, then ran to retrieve a hairbrush before kneeling her down behind the Lady. A gloved hand delicately collected a lock of blonde hair while another brushed it with gentle strokes. Each stubborn tangle she came across, her fingers carefully unknotted, as though damaging a single strand or tugging even slightly on the scalp would be the end of the world. She had no control over her eyes, as they were being strained to make sure no mistake was made, and all she could see were the golden tresses that filled her whole world. Their scent filled her nose, calming her, and she lost all sense of time feeling the brush glide through them as they draped across her fingers.

Eventually, her hands returned to her lap and she rose, eyes downcast, as the Lady stood up, her breakfast finished.

Without warning, Bullet felt fingers tangle in her own hair and the Lady pulled her head down roughly. Her mouth opened in surprise, allowing the Lady’s tongue to slide straight in as her plush lips made a seal with Bullet’s own. Bullet melted into the kiss immediately, and sagged against the Lady as her knees gave way. The Lady’s warm breath in her mouth would have been enough to make her cum, had her cock allowed it. So would the feel of the Lady’s magnificent breasts, or just the feel of her body pressing against Bullet’s front. Instead, she simply fell over, catching herself on hands and knees at the Lady’s feet when she broke the kiss and stepped back.

“Clean yourself up and meet me in the lounge. Nude. Your new outfit is ready, and from this moment on, you will wear nothing else.”

Bullet watched from behind her eyes as her body strode out of the Lady’s bedroom. Her breasts bounced in front of her, nipples bare to the world. The air brushed over her hips and thighs as they took smooth, purposeful steps, unaffected by the trepidation she was feeling. Her black hair, still slightly damp as even her speed could only dry it so much without keeping the Lady waiting, draped across her back. Her round, firm ass jiggled slightly with each step. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.

The Lady was waiting for her in the lounge, fully dressed in her villain outfit, a cardboard box at her feet. She held out a blindfold, and Bullet’s hand accepted it. Her world turned black as it was tied across her eyes, and goosebumps rose across her skin when the Lady spoke.

“I have your new uniform, sweetie. Be a dear and stand on one leg.”

Bullet’s body complied, and she felt something made of latex being pulled over her foot. It bundled up at her ankle until her foot poked out of the hole in the other end and the Lady’s hands disappeared. Bullet’s body bent down to continue donning it, setting her foot down so she could pull her other foot through the other leg. She pulled the latex tights up until they hugged her from ankles to waistline, her cock standing proud out a hole in the front, and the Lady pressed the next latex item into her hand.

Feeling along the edges, Bullet realised it was a skirt, and her hands immediately pulled it up her legs. It snapped tight around her waist, the rubber swishing as it draped over her ass and just barely covered her cock.

The Lady’s gentle fingers guided her to step into high-heeled boots and zipped them up for her, leaving her fully encased from the waist down. Then her hands were raised.

More latex was pulled down over her hands, her arms gliding into sheaths as the centre squeezed her tits together. Her hands found their way into gloves built into the ends of the sleeves and as she lowered her arms, a headband of some sort was placed on her head.

“Close your eyes,” the Lady commanded, and Bullet’s vision remained dark as the blindfold was removed. The Lady pressed something against her face and Bullet felt adhesive over her nose and around her eyes before the Lady commanded her to open them.

Bullet had guessed that she was being dressed in some sort of maid outfit, but when she opened her eyes and saw her reflection in the mirror that had been wheeled in front of her, she was shocked to realise what made this different to the last one.

The outfit’s base colour, across her chest, arms and tights, was grey. The rest - the skirt, boots, gloves and domino mask - was black aside from the frilly white headband and the frilly white apron worked into the skirt. In the centre of her chest were a pair of bullets forming a capital ‘B.’ It was her hero costume, turned into a maid’s uniform.

The Lady pressed up against Bullet’s side, one arm slung possessively over her shoulder, and leaned in to breathe in her ear.

“I want you to speak freely and honestly. Tell me how this outfit makes you feel.”

At that moment, Bullet’s mind cleared. The pleasure, contentment and arousal coming from her cock vanished, and, like she was waking up, a wave of fear and revulsion washed over her. The fact that she was in a villain’s home, dressed in a fetishistic parody of the heroic outfit she’d been so excited to wear the first time, the one she’d worn in her proudest moments. Getting an award from the mayor. Pulling puppies out of a burning animal shelter. Being featured on the national news. It wasn’t a replica, either. She could tell from the way the latex clung to her skin, the Lady had somehow converted her actual costume into a maid outfit.

Every muscle in her body was clenched. She still couldn’t pull away from the Lady, and the feeling of their bodies pressing against each other through the rubber made her skin crawl. She felt a pressure building in her throat, a sob threatening to break through, and she realised her face was hot. She blinked tears out of her eyes and tried to get her breathing under control, but she had been commanded to speak, and even then, she didn’t have enough control to hold back.

“I hate this!” She choked out around wracking sobs. “I hate you! How could you do this!? I’ll kill you, you fucking bit-!”

Her scream cut off abruptly and impotently as the Lady pressed a gloved finger against her lips. Bullet fought to keep going, but she couldn’t even manage a muffled yell through closed lips.

The Lady took Bullet’s chin in her hand and leaned in close, unaffected by the vitriol in Bullet’s death-glare, until their noses were almost touching. Her breath tickled Bullet’s chin as she whispered.

“I figured it’d be something like that. But I have some good news for you.” She leaned in even closer, until two pairs of lips were separated by a hair’s breadth. One pair, painted red, parted in a predatory smile. The other pair, wet with tears, refused their owner’s command to spit. The red lips spoke forcefully, enunciating every syllable.

“You. Love. Your new uniform.”

For the second time in the space of a minute, Bullet had the feeling of waking up. She blinked to clear her head as the Lady stepped back to let her see her reflection, and what Bullet saw in the mirror stunned her. The way the latex stretched over her giant tits, nipples poking out hard and proud. How touchably smooth her thighs looked in the tights. The cute little headband. Even the obvious tent in her apron-skirt, something she had never once wanted to see before, somehow fit the whole aesthetic so well.

She furrowed her brow. That was weird, wasn’t it? She hated having a bulge. And why did she remember screaming how much she hated her uniform earlier? She looked at her face and realised it was a bit red, her cheeks glistening with tears. Her stomach dropped as she realised what had happened, and her eyes flicked to the Lady, smirking beside the mirror.

It didn’t feel real. Even knowing that her outrage had been real, it still felt like she’d dreamt it. She couldn’t be mad about the uniform because she loved it, and she couldn’t get mad about having her mind fucked with because she still couldn’t believe it had really happened. She was crying again, in confusion and helplessness, not noticing the Lady approaching until her chin was grasped again.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I can make you feel better. You’re right, of course; you did hate the uniform when you first saw it. I made you love it. And I know you’d normally be angry that I did that to you, but you won’t be. Do you know why?” She leaned in close again, and spoke in the same authoritative tone as last time.

“Because you. Love. That I can do this to you.”

Bullet woke up and shook her head to clear it as the Lady stepped back. Fuck, had she done it again? What had she changed? She knew the Lady was still a villain and it was still Bullet’s heroic duty to apprehend her, but fuck. She’d dominated all of her previous opponents so easily that she’d never have guessed how exciting it was to be on the other end. She shivered at the knowledge of how easily the Lady had just changed some part of her mind, so completely she’d never know what the change was without help.

The Lady cupped her chin, and Bullet’s eyes widened. Was she about to do it again? So soon?

But no. The Lady looked down and addressed her cock.

“Sit her down on the couch for me, would you, sweetie?”

Bullet’s legs carried her to the couch and sat down, arms at her side. The Lady stood over her and delicately, with two fingers, lifted Bullet’s latex skirt up to leave her cock fully exposed.

The Lady opened up her skirts from the slit down one side, and gathered the loose material in one hand. Her smooth, bare legs framed Bullet’s own, as her shaven sex was revealed. She placed one hand on Bullet’s chest to steady herself as she moved a knee up onto the couch cushion, her bare calf pressed against the side of Bullet’s rubber-clad thigh. Her other leg claimed the other side, sandwiching Bullet’s legs together as she hoisted herself up. Bullet’s face was hot as she gazed up adoringly at the Lady. Their bodies were close enough for Bullet to feel her body heat, a mere inch of empty space between them. She couldn’t look down to see it, but she could feel the Lady’s snatch hovering just above the tip of her cock, close enough that the minuscule movements of blood pumping brought her cock’s slit into contact with the droplets of lubrication on the Lady’s lower lips. The Lady held her gaze, an expression of deep satisfaction on her face, as she slowly, agonisingly slowly, pressed her chest and abdomen in their red latex sheath against Bullet’s. Warm, soupy pleasure filled her body, enough that she would have been babbling incoherently if she could talk. Instead, all she could do was listen as the Lady spoke.

“Now, Bella. I’m about to take you inside me. When I do, my dear sweet friend is going to make her way to the centre of your mind. That fortified, protected palace where you keep your identity, your self-concept, everything that makes you who you are. But she can’t get inside yet, Bella. You haven’t let her in. Once the two of you are in the right spot, I’m going to kiss you. You’re going to kiss me back. And as you open your lips to let my tongue inside, you’re going to open the gates and drop all your defences and let my friend into that special place in your head. Three… two… one…”

She paused, savouring the moment, before grinning predatorily down at Bullet and swiftly sinking down onto her cock, taking the entire shaft inside her dripping hole in one fluid movement.

Fireworks went off behind her eyes, the sheer intensity of pleasure blasting away everything else. Sight, sound, touch, all stopped registering, dwarfed to insignificance by the white-hot pleasure burning in her crotch. In a white void, with nothing to distract her, she felt the pleasure forcing its way into her head, hammering at the walls protecting the core of her being.

The sentience in her cock moved up into her head, waiting at the gates to be let in, and she knew that if it got inside, it would be able to change her as it pleased. She’d cease to be a real person and become whatever the Lady wanted her to be.

Distantly, faintly, she felt a plump pair of lips press against hers. Felt her own mouth open to accept it. Felt the walls around her core self go down. Felt the Lady’s tongue enter her mouth as the invader lunged forwards.

For a moment, she was two people. She was Bella Cross, the superheroine Bullet, a student from Lessertown. And she was a nameless penis who’d been doomed to a short life of pain and rejection by being created attached to a trans girl, until she’d met the Lady and been shown a path to love and freedom. She remembered growing up as both, at the same time, having memories of the same events from two points of view. She couldn’t tell which one she’d been originally. It was too much. Her enemy, the love of her life, was smiling down at her, holding her tight as she bounced up and down, and the sensation of her lubricated channel squeezing and stroking her cock was the last thing she felt as she closed her eyes and blacked out.

Bella opened her eyes, confused. Where was she? What was happening? The haze covering her vision resolved into her Lady, and Bella snapped to attention, instantly kneeling at her Lady’s feet. She remembered having conflicted feelings towards her Lady, but the bliss of being ready to serve affirmed who she was. She was Bella Cross, her Lady’s maid, and her purpose was to serve and please her Lady.

Her Lady’s delicate fingers took hold of her chin and guided her eyes upwards. Bella thrust her chest forward eagerly as she stared up at her Lady’s triumphant grin, and when her Lady parted her skirt and guided Bella’s head forward, she closed her eyes and licked eagerly, like the good maid she was.

Epilogue:

Steelhawk stalked along the edge of a warehouse roof in Grand City’s harbour district, on the lookout for suspicious activity. There was always suspicious activity in Grand City’s harbour district. Drug smugglers, human traffickers, people looking to dispose of bodies. It was hard to pick out during the day, amongst all the legitimate hustle and bustle, but nights were quieter. Easier to track individuals to see if they were up to no good.

It was a quiet night. Too quiet, in fact. He’d been patrolling the streets of this city for twenty-three years, and he could count on one hand the number of times there had been no one in sight. He cast his eyes around, straining to catch any sign of movement, until a female voice drifted up to him.

“Good evening, Carl! It’s been such a long time!”

Steelhawk started, eyes snapping towards the patch of shadow on the sidewalk that the voice had been coming from. That voice was familiar. Where did he know it from? If she were friendly, she wouldn’t be calling him by his actual name while he was in costume.

A figure stepped into the light of a streetlamp. Blonde hair. A figure-hugging scarlet dress. A fur coat. All the hair on his neck stood up, and his stomach dropped as he felt a stirring in his crotch that he hadn’t felt in twenty years.

Steelhawk turned and ran, slamming his hands over his ears. Heroic dignity be damned, the outcome of that fight had been decided decades back. His only victory condition was not to engage. To warn others who weren’t vulnerable.

He saw the far edge of the roof coming up, planning to just jump off and take the fall. He was durable enough to walk it off, and it was better than giving the Lady any time to close the distance.

He felt a sudden whooshing sensation, like an instant of being whipped around by a hurricane that was gone the moment it appeared, and suddenly he was on his back.

Stunned and discombobulated, Steelhawk’s hands came off his ears and it took a precious half-second before he could start pushing himself up. A half-second in which his panicked mind realised he was no longer on the roof. He was on the sidewalk.

His head snapped around to see the Lady, lounging against a wall not three metres from him. She smiled invitingly and gave him a dainty little wave, but he was already launching an attack. He dashed at his old tormentor, the woman who’d taken control of him through his cock, kept him as an eager and willing slave for months. It had taken years of work from world-class telepaths and psychiatrists to get him to the point where he could feel passion for goals other than serving her.

She was too close for him to escape, but as his fist shot towards her mouth, trying to make sure she couldn’t speak, something hit him in the gut. Hard. He hunched over as the wind was knocked out of him, his punch missing wildly. His second punch attempt was weak, since he couldn’t straighten up fully, and it also never connected. Something hit him in the back of the knees as he was throwing it, and his legs buckled. He didn’t get a third attempt.

“Is that how you greet me after all these years? That’s very rude of you, Carl.”

The voice sent shivers through his whole body, concentrating in his groin, and he felt his cock lift to full mast. The strength drained out of his muscles and he couldn’t have risen from his knees if he’d wanted to.

The most beautiful woman ever to live placed a hand on Steelhawk’s chest and gently pushed him onto his back, then casually sat down on his chest. A wave of bliss radiated from his cock, and he knew his face was a dopey grin. The Lady continued.

“But I suppose I’m not one to talk. Where are my manners? Have you met my new maid?”

A figure suddenly appeared, standing over the two of them. Just appeared. Not there one moment and there the next.

Black hair, big tits, clad in a skintight grey latex outfit that showed off her midriff. There was an icon on her chest: a pair of bullets forming a capital “B.” It could have been a superhero outfit if not for the frilly white apron and headband. She smiled down at him blankly, an expression he recognised because he’d seen it on his own face. There was no agency behind those eyes aside from true, devoted service to the Lady.

“Carl, meet Bella. She’s a recent acquisition. A bit of a wild card, but I’m very happy with her. She actually inspired me to come out of retirement. I won’t make the same mistakes this time. I’ll be quiet and insidious. When I announce my return, all the heroes and heroines I can’t control will rush to take me down, only to realise that half their allies already serve me.” She met his eyes. “Are you ready?”

Carl smiled, revelling in the Lady’s attention and the brilliance of her plan.

“Yes, Lady”

The end.