PunisHer

After what felt like hours of a bad combination of various knock out drugs, Frank only remembered one thing Kingpin. It didn't take long for Frank to realize something was terribly wrong with him, yet his mind was unable to fully react. Frank looked around the entire area he was in & saw no signs of an exit or seam to apply pressure to. Without warning a speaker erupted with feedback. "Ah, Ms. Castle, it's so lovely to see you finally join us." Frank looked around for the source of the unforgettable voice that was Wilson Fisk. "Please don't bother looking for the speaker it be a waste of your strength & time. I don't plan on drowning on about plans & you failing to stop me or anyone else for that matter. You're just a sex object now. No more killing or fighting or being a mercenary anti-hero or what have you. As you may have noticed your new current & permanent state, it was due to my & a hand full of others you kept getting in their way."

Frank tried to get up, but his legs felt weak, so he played it smart & listen to what he had to say in hopes of getting any information. As he felt the top of his head for wounds or scars, he was confused to see that he had a head full of blonde locks that came down to his shoulders. He didn't know what the plan was or cared. All he wanted was Wilson Fisk's head on a pike. Along with anyone who helped him put him in this situation.

Frank began to feel his leg tingle back to life, prompting him to cross his leg over, until he hear a click hit the floor. He was surrounded by mirrors. He fought to rise up & look around his environment more closely.

He looked into the glass ceiling taking in his new figure by the eye full, leaving him no choice, but to admire himself as Fisk continued to remain silent.

Frank looked down in disgust as he was now a mere mockery of his former self, feeling his new wide hips & smooth body encased inside of a black latex suit, that could easily fit Natasha Romanoff, yet he felt his new body was made to out do even the Black Widow herself.

Frank then heard multiple voices from all around him. He looked down with confusion & slammed the ground mirror, but with no real strength to shatter it. He walked as best as he could to punch all the mirrors in his view to rid the image he now had & none could be broken. He began to feel flushed by the heat of his own emotions & got down on all fours. He slowly pulled & yanked away at the black skin tight latex as much as he could, only able to free his torso & hand. He felt the weight of his new chest pull him further downward. "My my... It seems that Mrs. Francine Castle is tired of her new outfit. Wouldn't it seems gentlemen?" Frank was confused by the phrase. Then it means Fisk was not alone at this time.

Hammerhead: "It certainly seems that way. A shame in my opinion."

Norman Osborn: I'm quite fond of the spandex, got anything in red & blue?

Tombstone: I'm sure Frank- I mean Francine can accommodate to any of our... Particular needs.

Russian: He will learn to or he will feel more pain then pleasure.

"As you can see Mrs. Castle, you're no longer your namesake... The Punisher-"

Frank knew he was beaten & knew all the voices behind the glass, but he wasn't going to give them the pleasure they sought after.

"Now do be a good girl for us & show a solid view of your new ample chest my dear." *whispers to group* "Don't worry gentlemen, we'll all be fit to punishHer soon enough for her disobedience."

The group admired the new body Frank now owned & stifled their laughter to keep him still. Frank remained motionless, refusing even the feeblest request or demand. Unbeknownst to him, however he was now be seen from below by the group from a two way mirror.