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.

Tricksterella couldn't even see if Keiko was in pain because, where the other Dolls had some skin and most of their head visible, Keiko's entire face was obscured by pink rubber, a hose where her mouth and nose should be underneath a mirrored visor. Her massive, inflated tits were constricted by a series of belts and latex, not an inch of her exposed as her rubber butt quivered underneath the constant assault of its intruder.

"all girls must be Dolls. all Dolls must obey Master. all Dolls must serve Master." Slingshot's robotic voice echoed around the tube as she noticed her looking at the mess that was Keiko. "all Dolls must serve Master, even broken Dolls can be of use." Tricksterella shivered at that, she wasn't looking forward to what was going to happen to her but considering the alternatives… She might be able to hold out for a little bit but if the machine she was in had already gotten to Nikki and Ember she was most assuredly fucked, and she definitely didn't want to be changed enough to take something that massive, her eyes dragged forward to the screen as a head restraint slid into place, cool metal grabbing her at the base of her skull.

She jerked and yelped as another set of claws held her hips in place as a set of arms with two long, rubbery dildos slick with lube worked their way into her body. Tricksterella wasn't a virgin, but she had definitely only slept with normal sized dudes and wasn't quite ready for the feeling of one, much less two girthy fake cocks pushing into her. Maddeningly though, they only dug in about an inch or two, just far enough in that she couldn't wiggle them out but nowhere near deep enough for her to really enjoy them. Worse, the machine seemed to stop there, happy to keep her restrained and in place as the other Dolls exited the room, leaving Tricksterella alone with a screen full of bimbo Dolls and her own devices.

So.…when does it start? A quick check and she was definitely locked into place, naked… vulnerable… helpless… annoyed… It was bad enough that she was captured but she'd been in Rapid Rivers and a heroine long enough to know that if you're going to brainwash a super you just get on with it. What did the machine expect now, that she’d do it to herself? Keiko was still in peripheral view, her body twisted into an erotic sculpture and mind being eradicated under the weight of unending orgasms. She definitely didn't want to become that, but she also wasn't just going to go along with whatever the mastermind who executed this plan wanted.

Resigned to her fate, she turned back to watch the screen of full bimbo-Dolls, each one somehow packing more curves into their tight little uniform than the last, each one's face an exaggerated feminine visage of mindless obedience. She was waiting for something to grab her attention and melt her mind down but… nope, it was just Dolls. Dolls fucking, sucking, capturing other girls, turning some boys that had clearly been drugged into becoming Dolls (hmm… new fetish unlocked.) and all she was getting was a little worked up.

Tricksterella groaned as she realized her body had slid down the two fake cocks and, pulling her hips up, moaned in satisfaction even as she couldn't raise herself entirely off them. That felt good, as she started to let her body work them into her. Whatever they were lubed up with, it wasn't taking long for her to get used to their size, and even though she had never messed around 'back there' she was finding the big toy's size wasn't a problem. Self-pleasure aside, Tricksterella was waiting for something to start…

"I'm fucking the toy… toys. C'mon help a girl out here." Speaking seemed to do the trick, the screen adjusting so it could still show the Dolls around her peripheral vision as the middle faded into and out of black. The Doll on the screen was different from what her teammates were transformed into, dressed in black latex with fancy shoulder pads and a tiny hat. Her tits had also exploded past a point Tricksterella had even though possible on a body, their sheer size and mass unbelievable even as she stood at attention.

"all Doll's are equipped with a Doll Control Device. the control device ensures maximum pleasure and obedience for Dolls at all times. twin protrusions are sealed permanently inside the Doll as the front of the device vacuums itself to the Doll's clitoris, with a convenient slit on the bottom for Master to fuck either hole of the Doll." To the left of the special Doll, a detailed model of the control device, featuring plenty of data Tricksterella wasn’t about to begin to understand, as it zoomed out to animate it sealing itself inside of a normal Doll.

"the device enslaves obedient Dolls. controls obedient Dolls. rewards obedient Dolls. all girls want a control device. all girls want to be Dolls. all girls must be Dolls."

Thanks for the lesson, now what? Tricksterella groaned in dissatisfaction. She didn't care about what was going to happen to her, she just wished that it got to the point already. Flipping her hair out of her face, she sighs "Fine… I'm fucking the control device, when does- oohh OHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!" The orgasm hit hard and fast, her body slamming the fake cocks… control device, as deep into herself as she could, the pain of being stretched so suddenly washed away by ecstasy as her clit found the nub at the bottom.

The second orgasm was even better, Tricksterella's mind going blank with bliss as she grinded against the base of her control device, waiting for the next orgasm to come. Instead… the pleasure started to fade and she found herself whining in need… "Dammit! stop teasing me like that and just fuck my brains out already!" That was the wrong thing to say though because she went from faded pleasure straight to zero, her hips desperately trying to start something but the menial pleasures of sliding the control device in and out of her paled to what she had just experienced. The screen zoomed in on the Doll, her huge tits taking up most of it as she sneered down at Tricksterella, she was far more animated than what her friends had been turned into, a superior Doll.

"all girls want to be Dolls. all Dolls serve Master. all Dolls exist for Master." The voice echoed mockingly in her tube, the Doll making fun of her as she tried to find that plateau of pleasure again. What did she do that- duh. Tricksterella would have slapped her forehead if she could, the stupid machine wanted her to do all the work and if she was going to get this over with (and cum… cum so hard around her control device until she was an obedient Doll) she was going to have to play along.

"Umm… right… Please fuck my brains out-" Nothing… Nothing… "uhh… so I can serve… Master?" The switch flipped, sending her from 0 to 100 as the control device was shoved as deep into her as it could go, its vibrations obliterating thought in favor of ecstasy, Tricksterella's body straining against the restraints due to the force of her orgasm. "Oh fuck! Yes! YES! Master! Master-mastermastermastermastermaster." She couldn't think straight, just a constant high as her brain got stuck repeating the veneration that kept on feeling so good.

The Doll on the screen delivered a satisfied smirk down on her, as pictures of a man started to form next to her. Well, a boy really, as Tricksterella recognized the skinny, acne-scarred face of Brandon Denvers from the reports she read yesterday. Eww, he 100% wasn't her type but even just that flickering thought sent her body racing to the bottom, empty of everything sans her own thoughts and reckless motions that could no longer get her to reach the heights she knew she could get to.

No no nonono, what was it again? "All Dolls serve Master?" It wasn't what she was seeking but she was still rewarded with a sharp buzz for getting it right. "All Dolls obey Master." Ohhh… better as her hips twitched and ached to get her control device back where it belonged: buried as far as it could go inside her. "All Dolls are nothing without Master." Tricksterella moaned in bliss, her restraints lowering and releasing her, her free hands going straight to her control device to thrust it painfully deep, ignoring the brief feeling to bask in putting it in its place. She was still missing something, her eyes catching the form of Brandon Denvers…

She just wasn't physically attracted to him but she needed something to hold on to, her mind was still her own but her body needed the release that only being a Doll could provide. The ache was unbearable as she tried to think… he was the Master obviously… and… and… being Master should be enough.

She leaned back and groaned… Yes, he was the Master… HER Master… and that thought sent her careening over the edge. Tricksterella didn't need to think about it, Dolls didn't think they obeyed; and she was desperate now to be a Doll. All girls want to be Dolls. All girls need to be Dolls. All girls must be Dolls. Pleasure etched the mantras deep into her but she was still so achingly far away from achieving her life as a Doll.

A slim tube with a lip shaped mask fell down in front of her, dodging a quick hand with unnatural swiftness when she tried to grab it. A blip on the screen in front of her informed her: Open mouth to progress Dollification; Tricksterella groaned, stretching her legs only to discover the glass front of her tube had vanished. She could escape, no longer restrained and trapped inside the machine and her transformed teammates gone from the room… but that meant that she'd be giving up on serving Master, and that was a fate she couldn’t accept anymore. Propping herself properly against the back of her machine, she obediently opened her mouth and waited.

With a squeal, the hanging tubed angled itself and pushed itself deep into her open orifice, the mask pressurizing and vacuuming itself to her face as it began to plump and push her lips into the proper Doll form. There wasn't much for it to work with, but it was only a fraction of a second before the machine started pumping strawberry-flavored fluid down her throat, and Tricksterella couldn’t stop herself from swallowing every delicious ounce as it pushed into her… wouldn't stop herself as she worked her body to consume more of the addicting Doll goo.

It was going to transform her into the perfect Doll for Master, and she wouldn't let a single drop escape her, the slime letting the mask suck and fill her lips up to gargantuan, impossible proportions that made speech all but impossible but provided maximum comfort for Master to slide his dominating cock between. Tricksterella could feel it settling deep in her body, expanding her assets to their proper Doll metrics, and even though it still wasn't sealing itself inside her, the buzz of the control device was sending her to new heights of pleasure.

The Doll on the screen and the machine didn't have the decency to properly brainwash her, but it didn't matter when her body was experiencing this level of ecstasy. The pleasure was pushing away everything, her self-consciousness about her body next to her peers or her feelings of insecurity due not living up to her father's legacy. That useless shit was thrown aside when compared to how amazing it felt to obey, serve, exist for Master. Even as her body was being shaped so she'd look like a Doll, Tricksterella moaned in both pain and bliss as the machine failed to deliver on its promise. She was supposed to be an obedient Doll, a submissive Doll, an absolute slave to her Master, but it just wouldn't deliver on its promise.

The screen flashed, her eyes drawn to the security cam footage of Psychometra, Cassandra, paralyzing the Doll that used to be Magdalena with her telepathic powers and running off. Immediately, she felt angry and annoyed, followed almost instantly by rewarding pleasure. How dare she not submit for processing and dollification, all girls must be Dolls and ignoring that order, that mission was one of the greatest sins she could imagine. Almost as soon as she had that thought, the screen swapped to a different scene. Somewhere, a group of Dolls watched over machines not unlike the one she was in, the girls inside being turned into Dolls.

Good, all girls must be Dolls. The thought came unbidden to her mind but the reward was well worth it. Tricksterella couldn't believe how ignorant she used to be, the various girls being transformed was just the way the world worked, a slight thrill going through her as an entranced male was thrown into one of the pods. All men are inferior to Master, disobedient men aren’t male and therefore must be Dolls; a sadistic smile overtook her as the Doll pod began to do just that, it's inhabitant unable to resist the truth of their situation as it fucked them into another obedient Doll.

The screen continued to flicker back between those images, the annoying and disgusting scenes of her teammates and others rejecting what was obvious to Tricksterella and the correct way of things; the obvious superiority and inevitability of Dolls serving and obeying their Master. Watching Cassandra wake Demi from her slumber to put the lab in lockdown mode was obscene, how dare they reject their obvious place as obedient Dolls for Master? It made her question her own pleas, not because she didn't deserve them but because she needed to do more.

All girls must be Dolls, and she needed that to be made into reality, her control device fixed as firmly against herself as she could possibly get it.

With a small click, she felt the twin plugs suctions up inside her, the nubs at the front encircling her horny little clit and sucking itself up into her body, delivering a powerful and all consuming buzz. Yes! Yes! She couldn't stop the thankful moan released from her and she didn't want to, the mask popping off of her doll-enhanced mouth so she could vocalize finally being allowed to become a Doll. Finally she could properly serve Master, a second orgasm overlapping the first as his visage came into focus, his image alone to make any good Doll cum her brains out.

The Doll Commander on the screen looked on victoriously as the first parts of her new uniform came into existence, the black latex exploding out of thin air to wrap her in it's skin-tight pressure, Tricksterella coming to full attention in her pod as she felt the warm metal of a headset glided over her temples. No, not Tricksterella; the visor smoothly coming down to deliver its pink and black spirals directly into her obedient, unquestioning brain. Doll Commander Delta, her chest swelling with pride as, in her Master's absence, his program saw fit to deliver unto her its highest honor. Pride wasn't the only thing swelling her chest, as Delta adjusted her position so a pair of arms ending in syringes could pierce and fill up her mind-blowing mammaries; the dollification goop overflowing her titties a welcome addition to her arsenal as her programming began to dissect and catalog her powers.

Delta knew now why it hadn't bothered to alter her mind through some other underhanded manner, once she became aware of its plans; obedience and servitude was the only obvious choice. It didn't need another mindless Doll; A7, B17, and B39 could serve Master in that regard. If Master was just looking for release, Slave-Hole 1 was perfect for that, as Delta glimpsed and smirked at the Doll relegated to a life of true mindless torture and pleasure for the crime of being too broken for Master to fix.

No, Delta could still remember her former, wasteful life as Beatrice Angel and the heroine Tricksterella so she could marvel at her own ignorance. All girls must be Dolls, and Dolls were nothing without the Master, the truth so obvious that she couldn't even comprehend why she had rejected it in the first place. Luckily, Master's program knew what she really thought underneath it all, and as a newly minted commander she knew her mission even before the program told her.

Glancing at the screen, the CCTV footage showing her former teammates and future subordinates Demi and Cassandra arguing, the program was milliseconds behind as Delta formulated a plan, calling the other Dolls into the room. Master was still imprisoned which was unacceptable, but the worst crime was that the Dolls hadn't yet converted the rest of the super team responsible for that sin into what they were always supposed to be; Delta feeling the brief connection to Commander Alpha agreeing with her line of thinking. Alpha was busy converting the campus that had rejected Master's greatness into his image along with the other two Commanders, leaving Delta to realize with a burst of obedience and pleasure that she'd been left to conquer the Ladies of Victory.

All Dolls serve Master. All Dolls obey Master. All Dolls exist for Master. All girls must be Dolls. The mantras were second nature to Doll Commander Delta as she reached inside herself for her unique energies, flanked by her fellow if inferior Doll servants. Finding purchase, a devilish smile crosses Doll Commander Delta's face as she reaches out towards the Communications Room door and turns the handle…