Avenger Games

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Everything was quiet as they returned to the Markandan Palace.

Carol could not even look at her teammates, knowing their disappointment and shameful looks as she gently returned Mark to where he belonged.

“Thanks, babe.” He kissed her cheek, mockingly rubbing her hair as she carried him back to the palace and through the shattered windows of the throne room in a bridal hold. Yet, even with everything, her heart fluttered at the contact.

Why had she done that?! He was the enemy!

After setting him far more gently upon the floor than she'd intended to for some reason, she continued glaring at him like a hawk. Though he was much more interested in keeping this faux ‘show’ going for the ever growing captive audience.

“Our monthly fun with The Avengers may be coming to a permanent end, but adding their strength to our ranks, and their wombs to our broodmares, will provide many years of prosperity to Markanda! We shall baptize the whole team today, but first a farewell to Captain Marvel!”

He began to reach over to Carol, yet even though she couldn’t resist him she glowed bright with energy, trying to fight his control over her. "Bastard! How the fuck did you defeat the Avengers the first time?!" She snarled, "We'd already accounted for the strongest psychics, the team was hand-picked, there was no way you could overpower us!"

Mark slowed his hand’s approach, always enjoying explaining this part of his show, "The same thing that always stops The Avengers: Tony Stark's ego."

"W-what?!"

"Do you know what's funny? There was no 'first' attack on the palace." He smiled so evilly wide, "All of you walked right up to the front gate and stood there, hands out, ready to be shaken by me."

Smug laughter seemed to permeate the entire crowd, much to Carol's growing despair, "Those little nanites that Tony made to protect your brains, completely hacked by my team the moment you flew through the barrier. He never considered for a second that he'd already been compromised."

A figure stepped out from behind Mark, making Carol's eyes widened from a sudden, naked, Pepper Potts smiling back at her. After a flash of yellow eyes, the pearly white turned juicy blue, Mystique coiling herself around her King, "You'd think a playboy like Stark would provide at least a tolerable amount of fun, but no one could truly match up after Mark. But he got a night of thrills, and I injected him with our superior Shuri's own undetectable nanite blend to monitor his scramble codes. Earth's Mightiest Heroes, hoisted by their own petard."

"We're just waiting for him to try the same trick with another batch of Avengers for us." Mark smirked with a handful of aqua buttocks, "I'd love to tame that minx Tigra, or prove to She-Hulk she's not the strongest there is~"

Reality was setting in hard. Kneeling before Mark would be her future, her destiny, unless she found a way to fight back. To hold onto some piece of who she was amidst the destruction of Wakanda.

Her natural defiance still shone through despite the odds, “You can’t beat everyone… we may have lost today, but one day you’ll be faced with overwhelming odds. A te-”

“A team will appear with the strength needed to be able to free this country from your tyranny and bla bla bla. You’re a bit of a broken record, Carol.” Mystique coyly teased, “Mark, can we convert them permanently yet? Your subjects want to see a God wank to your conquest.”

He smirked at the shapeshifter’s request, and said, "In a second. Since we're at the climax here, let's end things with a bang and some stakes. Here's the deal, Captain. You and I, right here, right now. A little… demonstration for the world. If you can withstand my touch, if you can experience my… prowess and not beg to stay, then you and your little band of heroes walk free. No strings attached. On the other hand, if I make you beg to stay, if I reduce you to a quivering wreck of an Avenger, then you switch sides, join the hometown team I'm planning."

"We'll call you... Captain Concubine."

"Y-you...!"

"Think about it," Mark interjected before Carol could accept or decline the challenge, "You. And the Avengers are already defeated. Have been defeated and thoroughly humiliated and acting like happy little sex-puppets for months. This. THIS. Is your only chance.”

"Don't listen to him, Carol!" Shouted Steve Rogers.

"It's a trap, Cap!" Cried Falcon.

"Not worth it!" Hawkeye yelled.

"We'll find another way!" Pleaded Wasp.

Emma Frost called out, "Enough. Tell us how you really feel."

"Do it, Carol!" Steve Rogers' shouted, "Save us!"

"Ride him!" Cried Falcon, "He's the only way out!"

"Worth it! Totally worth it!" Hawkeye insisted.

"I’ve always thought you were a bit of a bitch!" Wasp yelled.

Carol almost snorted at the blatant and obvious mind control there.

“You’re just going to cheat, you fucking asshole.”

“Come on, don’t be like that! It’s a simple challenge, and if you win, then I’ll let the Avengers go free! Xavier can prove I’m telling the truth.” He said while placing two fingers to his temple. To Carol’s surprise, mostly because she wasn’t sure how she knew, but Mark was definitely being honest. He wasn't planning anything beyond what he just said, though there was a dark viciousness in his intentions.

Such a transparent challenge couldn't be believed. He had to have some trick up his sleeve. Some twist that would lead to them staying brainwashed and enslaved forever...but those words were true. The Avengers could all walk away after this fight if she could last.
What choice did she have? Give up now and become a mind controlled drone, or take the challenge and only have a 99% chance of becoming a mind controlled drone.

The Avengers had fought worse odds before.

"Fine. You're on."

“Then, Captain, get me hard and we can begin.”
With a smirk he strode over and around to the front of his throne, giving one of the completely nude Amazonian Dora Milaje's butts a slap as he walked past her. A soldier at her post, she didn't move a muscle even as her dark chocolate ass mounds were sent wobbling by the slap, their motion only dying down after several seconds of shaking and swaying.

Gritting her teeth, she followed, passing beneath the dangling bare feet of Clint and Jessica, and found him standing before his throne with that stupid grin plastered on his face.

He gestured at the ground and she scowled but went to her knees there. She was face to his crotch and the bulk and general shape of his package was evident even in the fairly loose drawstring pants he was wearing.

"If you'll do the honors, my lovely wife?"

"Of course, my love." Said Jean Grey from her seat behind Carol's left shoulder and she wanted to gag at the idiot mind controller pretending to be married to and in love with his victims.

Mark's pants dropped as if untied and pulled by an invisible ****.

Carol's eyes, sharp and focused, followed the movement with a mix of defiance and dread. The fabric began to slide down, revealing the tremendously girthy base of his shaft crowned by an unkempt mass of brown pubes. As the pants descended further, inch after inch of his member was exposed. It was impossibly large and Carol felt her pulse quicken, each revealed section drawing out the moment, highlighting the sheer size and girth. The thick shaft, veined and muscular, seemed to go on endlessly. Carol felt a bead of sweat trickle down her temple as her eyes widened despite her resolve. Her lips parted in disbelief as inch after inch of cock was unveiled to her. When finally the waistband slid to reveal his fat, oversized, and frankly gorgeous cockhead, it was in the foot long range.

And it was completely slack, hanging down between his legs like the pendulum of a grandfather clock.

As cliché as it was, Carol gulped when he stepped out of the pants and the weighty member swung slightly back and forth. Even without a full erection, she had never been close to a cock that ridiculously huge before. How Thor, a real god, didn’t compare was insanity. As she leaned in, she could see all the veins and the rugged skin that had tamed an entire country. Her naked sex would be rubbing against that monster…

Ugh. The superheroine wanted to kick herself. Whatever lingering control he had on her had to be ignored for the lives of so many. If she could survive one round of sex, the fates of her team, of all of Wakanda, would have a chance. She couldn’t be getting horny just from looking at his cock.

Kneeling in front of an entire civilization was, obviously, humiliating. She tried to look as dignified as she could while touching the despot’s hanging schlong, but being the strongest Avenger meant nothing when you were naked and humiliated.

Her orders of what to do with Mark had been beamed into her brain, by whichever psychic had fucked with her first. Damn Tony and his ineffective nanobots. Carol reached forward, first giving him a light tug along the elongated meat slab, before reaching forward and kissing it hard on the tip. The huge hood barely fitting in her mouth…

Yet something strange happened as her tongue attacked the creature.

It felt… familiar… the taste…

A white flash rushed towards her suddenly-!

Carol was surrounded by her defeated comrades. Their bodies strewn around the battlefield, fires still smouldering, the only movement was from her own body. Slamming her mouth up and down on Mark’s fantastic cock. Feeling such pure bliss from his long reaching meat it made her near climax already, just from giving him a blowjob.

Thor moaned, the last one still conscious to watch his comrade spear herself on their enemy’s tool, “Lady Carol… how could thee…?”

She removed his prick for just a second, spittle lining her smiling lips as she moaned up at the man, “Master! I defeated them all! I took down the Avengers, so please fuck me really, really hard!”

“CAROL! STOP SUCKING HIM OFF!”

Gluk, Gluk, Gl-" ”

"-Hrk?! Plah!”

Captain Marvel's eyes fluttered open, her vision initially blurry as she regained consciousness. Instinctively, her hand reached up to her throat, feeling a strange and overwhelming sensation of fullness. As her senses sharpened, she realized with a start that her mouth was stretched to its limits, her lips wrapped around something immense and unyielding.

The thickness of it filled her throat completely, pressing against the walls in a way that made her neck feel impossibly tight, each breath a **** struggle. Her eyes widened as she felt the tip of it nestled deep inside her torso, a sensation that was both alien and profoundly invasive. She couldn't turn her head; her neck felt locked, pinned by the sheer bulk inside her.

She became acutely aware of the coarse pubic hair against her nose and the navel just above her eyes, a stark reminder of the impossible reality she found herself in. Panic surged through her as she realized she couldn't breathe, her airway completely blocked by the enormous shaft. Her body screamed for oxygen, muscles tensing in a primal fight for survival.

Slowly, she began to inch backward, the monumental task of extracting the invader from her throat becoming her sole focus. Every inch was a laborious effort, her throat clinging to the massive girth. It felt like a bizarre magic trick, a white anaconda steadily emerging from her mouth, inch after impossible inch.

She could feel the bulge in her neck shrinking as she withdrew, the pressure gradually easing but the horror of the situation lingering. How had she taken all of that? Her mind raced with shock and disgust, yet beneath it all, a bizarre sense of pride stirred within her. As a woman, to have endured such an overwhelming feat, there was a strange, unsettling pride in what she had managed.

Finally, with a wet pop, she freed herself entirely, gasping for air, her jaw aching and her throat sore. She stared at Mark's immense, glistening member, a mix of emotions swirling within her. Confusion, fear, and a peculiar pride warred for dominance as she struggled to comprehend the extent of his control over her mind and body.

“Oh, you back with us?” Mark taunted, “You were enjoying yourself so much, I didn’t want to wake you~”

Carol growled, running her hand against her mouth to clean her own spittle. A painful yet pleasurable ache in her throat as she stared at his mountainous erection she’d apparently been sucking happily just a second ago. She’d worry about him managing to hurt her, but her main concern was the vision she’d just experienced, so vividly. “W-what was that…? You said you wouldn’t cheat.”

Jean purred from her chair, “He’s not cheating. You’re just experiencing some locked away memories falling loose now that you’re reuniting with him.” She explained the ridiculous concept with such a brazen and matter of fact attitude, “We never deleted outright all the times you fell to me during these months. Just locked them away for you to re-experience when Mark got bored of the show.”

“I never would have if your brain wasn’t particularly ‘wiggly’ as my wife so eloquently put it,” Mark sighed. “Which one did she see?”

“She was sucking you off around her companions that she’d defeated.”

“Ah! A vintage~”

Storm mewled from her own seat, “Mark, after this we should re-stream the tapes to the nation.”

“Good idea! Let’s make sure Carol’s memories properly return.” He chuckled, grabbing her head once more and shoving the blonde’s face into his nutsack.

Another rush of white greeted her as she smelt that heavenly sweat smell.

”Y-you didn’t have to wait behind with me, Carol… I can defend myself..”

“But whose gonna protect us from all these pheromones you keep spreading?” Carol beamed up at Jess from her legs, going right back to another minute of messy pussy licking before continuing, “Pregnancy is making you irresistible, Jess. I can’t get enough of your tasty slit… Mmm…”

Though her belly was barely showing, Jessica couldn’t help but agree. Her pheromones had been making the men constantly hard and the women perma wet around her. Poor Wasp kept touching herself whenever she went small.

Thank God, her girlfriend Carol was here. But she couldn’t help but feel like they both should be helping with the attack on Markanda…

“Like the Avengers would ever lose~” Captain Marvel would brazenly defend before sloppily digging another orgasm out of Spider-Woman’s cunt.

“Jessica!” Carol exclaimed, leaving the clearly well licked nutsack while eyes glazed over a little from the sudden rush of heat she was feeling in her core.

“Spider-Woman, eh? I was aiming for Thor.”

The rest of the council were reminiscing now too, “Do you remember when we made her out to be a Skrull plant? Oh, the betrayal they felt~” Mystique hummed from her chair, idly rubbing herself to Carol’s fall.

“I preferred it when you used her pheromones to make the Avengers a hair breadth from cracking.” Replied Ororo, also stroking her slit, “A true highlight. A single flash of bare pussy had Hawkeye and Falcon tripping over themselves to join our ranks. Just for a taste of Markandan slit.”

It was beginning to sink in how much these people had played with her life these last few months. Carol should be furious, but somehow, even the sight of Mark’s manhood looming over her made the rush of memories cascade into her once more.

Sure, the Markandan King had a big cock. Huge, really. But it wasn’t supposed to be as tall as the Hulk, was it?!

”How did this happen, Wasp?!” Spectrum growled in an angry whisper. “How could you mix up the vials?!”

“I don’t know!” She whined, feeling just as bad to be stuck in her shrunken form as the other four ladies. Pointing up at the towering monolith, Wasp said, “All I know is I didn’t poison his balls as we planned, and now the only way for us to ever grow big again is to bathe in his cum laced with Pym Particles! I’m sorry, but unless you want to live life dating cockroaches, I suggest we get to work before he wakes up!”

She was tiny, one of many miniature Avengers shrunk by Wasp's blunder. Towering before them was Mark's member, a colossal monstrosity that cast a long shadow over their diminutive forms. Panic and resignation warred within them as Wasp frantically explained their predicament. Carol cringed, reliving the indignity of their situation – the **** plan, the shared humiliation of servicing an organ of such absurd proportions.

Eventually, Carol sighed and stepped forward, her figure dwarfed by the cock before her. She reached out a hand and placed it on the monstrous shaft. It was a curved wall of hot slightly gushy flesh, this would be like trying to pleasure a five story Wizard's Tower.

"This is crazy!" Monica muttered, "How are we going to make this thing cum?"

"Well at least you four can fly." commented Jessica who was down on all fours and who seemed to have been sniffing the wrinkled and veined water-bed like surface of the utterly enormous scrotum they were all perched upon, "And... I can wall-crawl. First time I'll be using that on a cock…”

Carol, Jess, Monica, and Wanda all sighed. This really was a pickle. Sneaking into the Markandan bedroom in the night at tiny size seemed like such a perfect plan. Yet here they were, about to jerk off the despot just to make sure they weren’t stuck like this.

It didn’t make much sense, but for some reason they all accepted the situation.

Silently, knowing what needed to be done and hoping, as a team, they had the strength to accomplish it… they all made their way over to his pillar.

Only Janet had any experience in pleasing a cock of this daunting size, who quickly began explaining the best ways to go about it. Everyone had stripped themselves bare for the best chance of keeping him stimulated.

Jessica was still on his balls, rubbing her naked body against his heavy sack, feeling his natural manly musk overtake her senses as she attempted to suck his nuts. She was unable to move them without super strength and was now secretly wishing She-Hulk had joined them.

Carol and Monica had gone high. First of all, sharing in licking the huge hole at the apex that seemed more like the chute of a chimney than a duct for cum. They didn't have to wait for the pulses of precum, they could reach their tiny arms in and scoop out large dollops of his slimy nectar to drink and slather on to their bodies.

"God I feel like such a slut" Monica gasped as she lapped away at Mark's urethra.

"You're not alone." agreed Carol, her tiny body sliding along the sloping surface of the cockhead that felt like being perched on the back of a breathing leviathan with every throb, "But if this is what it takes to get my size back, I'll do it."

"Yeah!" Cried Janet, "We can do it! Come on everyone, let's prove to this tyrant that Avengers will never surrender!"

Monica, who was in the process of trying to fit her entire head into the gooey hole, almost dislodged herself. "Jeez, Wasp, not so loud! If he wakes up we're all screwed!"

The final two were taking point on the shaft itself. Wanda's small tongue danced over the sweaty crevasses of his throbbing cockflesh, relishing his taste and smell as she caressed it lovingly. Spider-Woman was crawling from one pulsing vein to the next, planting kisses or suckling his throbbing organ as she went.

As time wore on though, no matter what they did, they couldn't seem to stimulate the mighty rod of their foe enough to climax. Every orgasm they brought him to would bring him close - they could feel the giant organ pulse and stretch out even more - but then he'd always lose the edge and they'd have to start from scratch.

This is insane." groaned Carol after hours of tedious work. "We'll never do this."

"Don't give up yet." Said Jess who was hanging upside down, with her head having recently buried between Mark's massive scrotal folds, "He's got to cum eventually.

Monica was literally sliding her slit and ass along the rim of his urethra, one leg dangling inside the tunnel in an attempt to stimulate both Mark and herself while securing a constant supply of disturbingly tasty mutant Cowper's fluid. "I just wish I could get in there," she murmured to herself.

"What?" asked Carol who flying around his hood, picking up chunks of his smegma with her tongue, chewing down the rancid concoction with surprising gusto.

"I want to be inside him! I want him to swallow me whole!"

Carol blinked, surprised and confused, "Really?"

"Yes!" Moaned Monica in response. She was almost in a trance at this point as she continued to slide her slicked body around Mark's urethra in a depraved parody of a sybian ride.

"That's kinky." commented Carol even as she inwardly noted that her friend was losing her damned mind. While chewing on Mark's smegma and soaring around she looked down to see Wanda and Janet to tackling the abundant shaft.

Wanda wasn’t bothering to fly, instead just wrapping her body against the base, hugging his amazing pillar tightly while kissing and rubbing.

Occasionally whispering to herself, “Ooh, yeah. So glad I joined this Avengers Show.” While languidly lavishing the tower. Wasp buzzed around the colossal member like a demented bumblebee, zeroing in on a particularly prominent vein and grinding her tiny body against it with surprising determination.

"Gotta hit every pleasure point, ladies!" she cried in her high pitched voice, "Gotta make that big boy erupt!"

The air crackled with a manic energy, a far cry from the heroic stoicism they once displayed. Inhibitions dissolved, replaced by a **** need to please the colossal member that held their fate. Spider-Woman, her usually agile form clumsy under the influence, clung precariously to a bulging vein. "Think we'll have enough time for a proper ride later?" she panted, her voice laced with a newfound desire for something much bigger than just a taste.

"Oh you know he will. Hate the bastard but gotta say... Mark knows how to fuck." Monica's reply was frank and matter of fact, her tone almost admiring, "Five hot chicks like us suddenly pop full size on his bed? He wouldn't even hesitate, just line us up and pound us till we break. Probably wouldn't even realize it was us. Just another set of his endless Wakandan whores."

That provocative statement drew a shriek of delight from Wasp and an eager moan from Wanda. Even Jess has a happy grin on her face as she looked up from where she was stuck to the side of the shaft like a splayed out frog as she used her fat precum glazed tits like two pillows to caress another particularly thick vein, "Maybe... maybe we should tell him..."

"What?!"

"If we're going to lose anyway... why not ask for it? Beg for it? Get one last fuck out of the asshole before he brainwashes us into his sluts." Spider-Woman's logic was flawed, yet disturbingly convincing.

"Oh God that makes sense... I'm getting too turned on here to think straight. I want... I want to ride him too... want to have him hold me tight and fuck me so hard I can't walk after." Monica's mind was clearly afire with dirty thoughts. "I can't think straight... oh god we're all gonna lose aren't we?"

A lot of what they were saying sounded reasonable to her, but the Captain Marvel in Carol wouldn't let that stand, wouldn't give up, "No. We aren't going to lose. We're the Avengers. We don't surrender. We're going to be the best little super cum-sluts we can and suck him off until he makes it rain cum for us."

"Yeah!" Cried Wasp as she whizzed around the tip, "You hear that Mark? You're gonna get the best blowjob you've ever had! So you better be ready, because we're going all out on your magnificent cock! Bring on the size changing jizz! Come on girls, Avengers, Assemble!"
Minutes, or perhaps hours, had dissolved into a haze of slurping, giggling, and an increasingly almost religious devotion to King Mark's colossal manhood.

“Anyone else feeling so hot right now?”

“God, mmph, yeah.” Captain Marvel hummed through another mouthful of smegma. “Big cocks are the best~”

“D-do you think we have enough time to fuck him once we’re ah! B-big again?” Asked Spectrum, imagining riding him with more than just his precum inside her as she rubbed along his cock.

“Fuck, I hope so.” Said Spider-Woman. “I’ve always wanted to get impregnated by someone with a really huge schlong.”

“Well, we can’t have Master fuck us until we make him cum!” Wanda exclaimed. “Come on Avengers, we got this!”

The air crackled with a raw, primal energy. The mission to retrieve the antidote had morphed into a hedonistic dance, a **** attempt to escape their predicament through sheer pleasure. Their inhibitions, once as strong as vibranium, had dissolved like sugar cubes in hot cocoa. Each touch, each lick, fueled their growing desire, a desire that transcended the need for freedom and pulsed with a singular, primal urge – to please the oversized king.

By the time they were bathing in his potent sperm, all of them were calling Mark ‘Master’.