Awakening.

Over time, the deep, unnatural sleep enforced by the sedative began to fade. Carol began to stir from her slumber, feeling more refreshed, but at the same time, more exhausted than she had in months. The last thing she remembered was going to bed early after feeling tired and being asleep seconds after hitting the mattress. She faintly recalled weird dreams of movement, as if she was flying, and a constant not so unpleasant vibration inside her pussy. Not yet bothering to open her eyes, she began to stretch her body, beginning to work out the kinks that long sleep always brought. To her surprise, she found that her legs refused to move. She tried to move her arms but found them unresponsive as well. Curious about the situation, but not the least alarmed she was at home, after all, she opened her eyes. Expecting to see the familiar sight of her bedroom ceiling, or maybe one of the walls, she was quite shocked to find herself in a strange environment. Temporarily forgetting about the fact that her arms and legs did not move, she looked around quickly, trying to take in as many details of the room as she could.

The room was circular in design. The walls were roughly two meters away from her in every direction that she could see, making it a four-meter circular room. The strange thing about the walls though was that they were covered top to bottom with screens. Small screens, big screens, square or rectangular, everywhere she looked, a screen of some kind was mounted to the wall. She tilted her head up, and to her surprise, even the ceiling was completely filled with screens. She did notice that every screen had a small circle in the top part of the frame, and whenever her eyes moved over a screen, that circle would emit green light, before going dark as her gaze moved on. Now she was getting worried, and she once again tried to move her limbs, only to be met with the same unresponsive result.

She looked down towards her legs, noticing with some relief that she was still wearing the thin grey tanktop she put on after her shower. Looking past, or rather, around her chest, she saw that she was also still wearing the simple grey boxer, that was at least something, and she calmed down a bit. One of the biggest fears of any female hero is the chance of being captured and used for less honourable means. She looked towards her legs and saw that she was resting on her knees, straddling an admittedly comfortable saddle. Her ankles were locked by steel cuffs secured into the base of the device. Another set of cuffs secured her thighs firmly against the side of the saddle, and despite her best effort, she found that her entire lower body was held so tight, that she couldn't move a single millimetre. The only thing that moved, was everything above her waist, and her sizeable chest jiggled slightly from the **** of her attempts. Now that adrenaline was rushing through her, she became aware that her arms were held behind her somehow, and a quick flex of her muscles revealed that cuffs around her wrists, elbows and upper arms held them close together. The result had her breasts strain against the thin material of her top, and she realised that she made quite an erotic sight like this. Though not naked, her position and choice of clothing left nothing to the imagination.

Her attention was drawn from her predicament when the screens around her turned on. One by one, the black fields covering the wall began to show images. Images of a young woman, with shoulder-length blonde hair, a rather impressive bust, and beautiful blue eyes. She was sitting on a similar device, her legs bound in the same way as her, and it took her a moment before he realized that she was looking at herself. As more and more screens began to project images, the angles and details began to change as well. Some would focus on her breasts, others on a more distanced shot of her torso, and so on until every part of her body was being projected on at least one screen at all times. In one screen, she saw the steel rod running the length of her arms, with the six cuffs wrapped around them to hold them together. In that shot, she also spotted a steel chain running from the top of the rod towards the ceiling, where it disappeared into a hole between two screens. A close up of her face showed her how confused she was at her situation, and the shot was just low enough that she spotted a black collar made from some alien-looking steel around her neck, a green light was glowing softly on a small display. Another thing she only noticed now, and not sooner, was that a bright blue ball gag was put into her mouth. The colour was the same as the blue she used in her Captain Marvel suit, and she felt a wave of anger rising at the gall of whoever did this.

Having quite enough of the situation, and not liking how this was starting to look, she prepared to draw upon her superpower to shatter these feeble restrains. The moment the thought entered her mind, however, The green light on her collar turned red, and a surge of electricity ripped through her body. Carol screamed loudly, though most of it was muffled through the gag, and her body twitched and spasmed as much as her restrictive bindings allowed. After a second of mind-numbing pain, the current stopped, and Carol slumped forward, only being held in place by the chain running from her arms to the ceiling. Her breath was heavy and strained and each laboured breath caused her breasts to strain further against her top.

"I wouldn't try that again if I were you. The collar nullifies your powers, and the current is strong enough to stop even the strongest heroes dead in their tracks."

Carol looked towards where the voice came from, and a woman who looked to be in her late twenties walked into the room through an opening in the wall. The wall slid back into place as she stepped into the room, and from the corner of her eyes, she could see the woman move in and out of various screens as she walked through the lines of sight from the many cameras focused on her body. She noticed a distinct limp in the woman's walk, as if she had suffered some injury to her back, and was not fully recovered from it. The woman was beautiful, she could not deny it. She had a slender build, but she radiated a certain strength regardless. Long shapely legs, ending in a firm butt. A flat stomach, and a pair of modest but perfectly shaped breasts. A delicate face hinting at some latent aristocratic blood, and bright brown eyes that looked at her with cold professionalism. Her hair was brown and reached halfway down her back in an elaborate braid, but she could see sporadic locks of it were dyed in aquamarine, creating a pleasing contrast. Her clothes showed no signs or identifiers and fitted to her body so perfectly that they had to be tailor-made. She slowly walked towards her, and Carol could feel the calculated gaze of her eyes as they took in every part of her body and position.

"Welcome to Pravum, miss Danvers. Welcome to your new home. We have been observing you for quite a while now, and it has been decided that you are considered a danger to society. You have neglected your sacred duty to protect the innocents and abused your powers for your own selfish goals. Therefore, Pravum has been ordered to take you in, and see if we can find a more...productive way to use you. Cooperate, and this will go smoothly, and dare I say, pleasantly, for you. Resist, and it will be quite the opposite."

As she said this, the woman had reached the device Carol had been straddling, and she was walking slowly around it, never taking her eyes off the bound woman. She had used a hand to gently run it across her body, and Carol shivered in disgust at the clearly sensual touch. She had no interest in women this way, had it been a man, she might have reacted differently, but as it was, this only worked to anger her more. She began to struggle again, and after finding out that she could not escape with her normal strength, tried to use her superpowers again. The red light on her collar was the only warning she got as the same shock tore through her body, and the woman had to jerk her hand away to prevent herself from being shocked as well.

As the pain subsided, Carol felt both of the woman's hands on her, and a fresh wave of disgust washed away the trace pain. She squirmed as she felt the woman's hand move across her body, starting on her stomach, but quickly going up, until they firmly grabbed her breasts. Carola gave a muffled scream as the woman began to freely play with her large breasts, squeezing them for a while.

"Yes, resist. Fight back. I love women with strong spirits. There is something truly delicious to see them submit to your will. Take my two lovers, a pair of absolutely gorgeous Spanish twins. Strong, independent, they know what they want, and how to get it. yet they drop to their knees and worship the ground I walk on the moment I snap my fingers."

All this time, the woman was molesting Carol's breasts and even brushed against her nipples from time to time. After a while, a hand left her breast and quickly found itself between Carol's legs, which were held open by the shape of the saddle. She felt the fingers begin to rub against her pussy and clit, and Carol looked at the woman with pure rage and disgust.

"No reaction? Either you have the most perfect control over your body I have ever seen. Or you have zero sexual interest in women whatsoever. no matter, when we are done, you will gladly, and happily serve us. Body, AND mind."

The woman removed her hands, much to Carol's relief. But that relief was quickly doused as she saw her produce a sharp knife from one of her pockets. She pressed the tip against the exposed skin of her side, and drew the blade up, being careful not to cut anything yet.

"Now for your training, you have to be naked. It's standard procedure here in Pravum that all captives remain naked at all times. So as much as I enjoy the way those clothes make you look like you just came out of bed, they have to go."

As she finished her sentence, the tip of the knife had made its way to the top of her tank top, right between her breasts. In one practised motion, the knife moved down, making a clean-cut straight down the middle. Carol screamed in rage and tried her best to turn her body away, but she simply had not enough room to move. Two more cuts at her side and her top fell to the ground, revealing her naked torso. Despite her rage, Carol felt a small wave of humiliation wash over her as she saw her half-naked body strain helplessly on the many screens around her. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt the knife press against her hip. She looked at the woman, who had a knowing smile on her face, and a quick flick later saw one side of her boxer cut loose. She made her way to the other side of the saddle, making sure the tip of the blade raced threateningly against her skin. Her brown eyes locked with Carol's fearful blue, and a second later saw her boxer cut loose. The woman grabbed the front of what was left of her pants and pulled it from underneath her.

Carol now saw her completely naked body reflected from all angles in the screens around her, and her face burned red with a fresh wave of humiliation. She had been captured before, sure, but never had they stripped her naked in such a calculated way. Again, she felt the woman's hands across her body, this time directly on her skin. She felt disgusted as a finger brushed against her pussy, circled her clit once, before being pushed inside. The woman moved her finger around a few times as if to test her reaction to the stimulation, before removing it.

She raised the finger to her mouth, and Carol almost threw up as she saw the woman lick her finger clean. A finger that had recently been inside her own pussy.

"Hmm, sweet taste, and you have a nice and tight cunt. I think you will fit in nicely, and you will be quite popular with the other girls. After you have been properly trained of course."

She leaned in close, her face inches from Carol's, and the blonde heroine leaned back to get away from her. An action that fell short almost as soon as she started, and she quickly found her lips captured by the woman. She tried to dislodge her face, but the woman just added her hands to hold her face in place. After a while, she moved away and walked towards the same spot as where she came from, the screen wall sliding back to reveal the opening.

"Prepare yourself, Carol Danvers, your training will begin momentarily."

The wall slid back in place, and Carol was once again alone. Naked, humiliated, and alone.