A Recently Purchased Kamala Khan

One moment a twenty one year old Kamala Khan was enjoying a nice cup of lemonade on a busy Wednesday afternoon, the next moment she found herself restrained, blind, and powerless as a group of what she would later learn to be RealDreams Extraction soldiers kidnapped her and quite likely a good few other character from her home dimension and shipped her off to Earth.

Well, a version of Earth, it was apparently the 'real' Earth though even that was questionable since the company that had taken her had worked with the governments of their homeworld to create humanless alternate realities to expand into. All of them were 'real', just not her Earth.

Kamala had found herself stripped of her regular clothes and placed in her Ms. Marvel costume. Before being encased in a type of glass like substance that kept her from moving or dying, she assumed it was some sort of temporal containment unit that would stop Kamala from dying in captivity. She couldn't do or say anything when she was inside it. And if she wasn't careful she could enter into a dreamlike state where time flew by like lightning. But she could hear what people outside of her unit were saying, she could also see since the extraction unit had taken off her blindfolds before putting her into the containment unit.

"So who the hell is this piece of fresh meat?" An unassuming man said as he loaded Kamala into a truck.

"A Ms. Marvel, comes from a comic universe rather than a live action one, from the data pack on the back of her unit it says she's twenty one. Has shapeshifting powers, and is something called an Inhuman-Mutant hybrid?" Another man with a red cap said bored.

"That explains why she looks so weird."

"Because she's a shapeshifter or because she exists looking like a comic book artstyle?"

"Comic book. Though I thought Ms. Marvel was white?"

"That's Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel. She's white, this one is Kamala Khan, I think she's her side kick or something? Legacy characters get really confusing after the second one."

"They do, but hey, at least she's got her own thing. Shapeshifting right? Not like the energy blasts of Captain Marvel right?"

"True. That's one plus of this character, plus RealDreams always makes sure they extract characters like her that are easy on the eyes when they do these bulk orders. Anyway, help me load the rest of them. Earth-75 is expecting a shipment of thousands of Kamala's in three days."

That was how Kamala had found herself stuck in a storage container filled with hundreds of other Kamala's that looked almost exactly like her. Some were legitimately clones, others were very different, from wearing Hijab's to having hair that was blonde or blue or red. To having some rather...interesting costume choices. Within a few days she was taken out of the truck and placed inside one of the biggest malls she had ever seen. From the outside it was clearly bigger than the average city in Jersey, but from the inside it was clear they were using some sort of spatial technology to make the internal volume even bigger.

She was placed in a store that was labeled 'Timely' and orderly stacked together before being left there. That was when Kamala saw the true scale of everything. Tens of thousands of nubile heroines, some she recognized and many she didn't, stacked together to be bought and sold as slaves. And she knew for a fact what most of them were going to be used for.

She watched a version of herself in nothing but a red and blue two piece bikini with a waging dog tail sucking the cock of one person. She saw her hero Carol Danvers be advertised getting gang **** by faceless goons and enjoying ever second of it. She saw heroes like She Hulk getting flogged for disobeying the orders of masters, or queens like Medusa of the Inhumans getting her nipples and cunt pierced. Looking like debased street walkers.

It would've been horrifying on any normal day, it was especially so since Kamala knew that was what her fate was to be if she didn't do something.

But Kamala wasn't special, millions of characters came out of the constantly generated and rebooted timelines every hour to fuel the insatiable lust for flesh that Real Dreams and their consumers craved. She wouldn't escape and start a revolution among the characters, no, she would be sold and used like a good little whore.

The question wasn't if Kamala could succeed. It was how she was going to be broken and debased.

It was about two weeks after Kamala had been taken from her home dimension when a group of workers came and grabbed her containment unit along with about several dozen others. And then began loading them onto a truck.

"Looks like these bitches finally got purchased, bulk order too. Bit rare ain't it?" One of the workers commented as they loaded Kamala, who was the last one in.

"Not really, some businesses in outskirts worlds like this modify the characters on site after the basic loyalty mods and enhancements have been placed. Steve! You double checked the Meta locks yet?"

Steve answered. "Yup, thrice, all these bitches won't be able to use their powers until their owner lets them. And they won't be able to use their abilities to harm real humans regardless."

"Good. Then its time to ship them out."

With that, Kamala saw the doors close.