No, Sue Storm's Back-Up Is...Occupied

Captain Marvel blazed across the sky like a comet. Sue Storm had asked her to be back-up for this sting operation, and hadn't checked it. Time for a Big Damn Heroes moment.

The superheroine saw the **** field a moment before she slammed into it. The charge built and exploded against her skin, throwing Carol Danvers back into the air. She landed in a heap in an alley and shook her blonde head.

"Okay," she said as she picked herself out of a pile of garbage. "That was unexpected. But now I know it's there, I can beat it dow—"

Captain Marvel cut herself off mid-sentence, head swiveled.

She was no longer alone in the alley.

A dozen hulking men, broad-shouldered as linebackers, filled the alley on either end. They were wearing plastic pig-masks over civilian clothes, and holding some kind of high-tech—

No, wait, Carol thought to herself. Those are supersoakers.

She willed herself to her feet and raised her fists, utterly insulted. Someone had sent henchmen after her with children's toys? Oh, she would find this Porkum and break him into little pieces.

They closed in on Captain Marvel, weapons raised, and she grinned as she prepared for the hospital beds she was about to fill.

Then one of them tossed a white balloon. It seemed to float through the air. Immediately, eyes that could track a shadow across the surface of a star caught the threat and exerted a fragment of her power. The eye beams vaporized the balloon.

Showering her in an atomized cloud of something white and sticky.

"What..." Captain Marvel wrinkled her nose as the smell hit her. The smell, and an unwelcome, unexpected heat that almost brought her to her knees. The moment of confusion was all the henchmen needed to unleash their weapons. Streams of pure Porkum-jizz splattered the momentarily distracted heroine. And she was suddenly very, very horny, and surrounded by a number of big, strong men. None of whom were a challenge to her individually, or even all together...except for the strange and terrible thoughts that ran through Carol's head, the sudden urge not to fight back, the porntastic fantasies that ripped through her mind.

In the factory, Sue Storm felt her will crumble. No one was coming to rescue her.