The Captain's Rune Awakening

All eyes were on her. That was all she could think of, the stares she was getting, her nakedness, how skin-crawlingly embarrassing it all was. Her kitty was aching where it had been so mercilessly wedgied, and she couldn't resist the urge to cradle it with her fingers when she went to cover it, subtly massaging both the lips and the tender pinkness within to alleviate it, trying to ignore the cold rubbery texture of her gloves as she did. Her breasts she hastily covered with the tattered bits of what had been her suit, looking up at Thor through the wet mop the pool had made of her ear, a single eye and a blushing cheek all that was visible of her face. "Y-you need to be stopped," she tried to say, but it came out so much weaker than it had sounded in her head. Her mouth quivered with every syllable and her voice was higher than usual, girlish and pathetic. She was so very rattled by what had just been done to her, and it seemed to Carol that the more she found herself stripped and humiliated in front of him, the harder it was to summon the old Captain Marvel steel when it mattered. Naked again, and the noises I was making... she shuddered with revulsion. Thor came in uncomfortably close and knelt down to speak with her. She quickly drew her legs up and away from him and slipped her hand through her thighs to shield the rear of her kitty. "A most stubborn and curious wench, you are." Thor said. "Most any other lady I've known would have run for the hills and never returned after our last encounter, and yet here you are."
"I'm...not...not afraid of you." Carol had that signature defiant look in her eyes, but she was so very red, and so very naked, the intended effect was lost somewhat.
"But you are shamed by me. It seems you've no modesty left to protect, hm?" He extended a finger and prodded the underside of one of her thighs. "And hands are no substitute for proper raiment, eh?" Carol pressed the bit of suit covering her chest into place a little more insistently. "I'll...I'll keep doing my best, for as long as I can. Duty...duty comes first." But did it really? Was she really willing to risk further humiliation by continuing a fight it was looking very much like she couldn't actually win?
Thor smiled. "Admirable, but if I were you, I'd be more focused on keeping my attire where it should be. I respect your convictions, fair lady, I truly do...but the novelty of your interferences is running thing, I fear. In battle, for the lesser opponent, surrender is as valid an option as total defeat, and it has the added benefit of allowing one to retain some small crumb of dignity," his face took on an uncharacteristically serious expression. "You might consider it. Strongly. For your own sake."
"W-what?" She spat. "Gonna spank me again if I say no?" The words were flippant, but Carol's stomach turned over just saying them. She didn't know if she could take another round of that, she was absolutely sure her reputation couldn't though. Thor shook his head sagely. "No, there are other ways of discouraging such folly as this. Pray I don't feel the need to use them."
Condescending son of a... she allowed herself to stew in her rage as he stood back up and began walking away from her, back toward the Mansion. She remembered the hand on her backside with all its godly strength, the hammer pinning her down and leaving her naked and helpless, the horror of realising her armour had disintegrated; it was all as fuel to the furnace of her fury. There was a warmth in the pit of her stomach, and she drew on it now, not taking 'no' for answer, drawing it up and out like a pail of water from a dwindling well. Carol channelled it up and along her arms, made it dance along her fingers, eyes trained on the small of the departing God's back. Raising the glowing hand, she inhaled, held the breath, then fired.
The blast hit paydirt...and dissipated harmlessly against his armour. Thor stopped, sighed, then turned. "You should not have done that." He said, lifting his hammer and testing its weight. He considered it carefully, muttered something to himself, and threw it right at Carol's head. The last thing she saw was a whirl of silver, then nothing. Nothing at all.

She awoke on the floor, by a crackling fireplace. There was something soft and furry under her, a bearskin rug, it turned out. Indoors was her first thought. I'm...indoors. She recognised it as the Mansion's living area, though it was empty and quiet now. The Party must have moved on while she was...****? She recalled another embarrassing encounter with Thor, then that hammer of his flying right at her. She touched her ear and noted her earpiece was gone, then a tentative exploration of her forehead revealed a small tender spot where the hammer had most likely struck. Probably bruised, that'd be my luck right now. With a grunt, she sat up and got a better look at her surroundings. There was a smashed flatscreen on the wall behind her, a gaping hole in the wall next to that, sections of floor where the polished boards had lifted or been punched through, and a sofa that had been partially tipped over. Whoever owned this place would be in for a terrible shock when they returned home. With a heavy sigh, Carol went to stand, in the process noticing a curious tattoo just above her stomach. It was a series of symbols she didn't recognise, letters in some alien language maybe? Some enterprising party-goer seeing her knocked-out and defenceless and seeing a golden opportunity? She frowned deeply at it, rubbing it to see if it would come off, but she had no such luck, before getting to her feet properly and taking a step toward the kitchen. As she went, a man shrouded in shadow by the fireplace waved to her. "Greetings!" He said, loudly. Carol nearly jumped out of her skin, and a millisecond later remembered she was naked. Her hands went to cover all the sensitive places, and she blurted out, "Who the hell are you?!"
"Veirin, most gratified to make you acquaintance!" He did a little bow. He was hooded, and beneath it wore some kind of strange armour. Like chainmail, almost. In the hallway there were footsteps, and Carol looked over to identify the source, and through the door stepped an irritatingly familiar Prince. "Good evening, Party-Pooper."
He'd barely finished his sentence before Carol poured as much energy as she could into her hand and went to blast him, but at the point when it should have fired, she felt a pressure on her chest. She looked down just as the pressure resolved into something more...precise. A choked squeak of surprise escaped her, it felt like...like fingers, pinched tight over her nipples. She looked back up and the urge to hit Thor with everything she had bubbled back up to the forefront of her consciousness, and with it, the invisible fingers pressed down and viciously tweaked the rapidly hardening nubs. "OW!" Carol put a fingertip over each one, scandalised. "What...what was that?!" She yelled. Thor grinned wickedly. "What did you do?!" She shifted the placement of her arms, using one to cover her breasts and aiming the other at Thor. Again she went to fire at him...and again she was interrupted, this time by a firm pat to her tushie. Furious, Carol whirled on the spot to see who'd done it, but behind there was only empty air. "What have you done to me?!" She turned back to face him, eyes filling with liquid fire, her whole body taking on an angelic glow as she prepared to go Binary. "THOR!" She screamed and it sounded like a Lion's roar, "YOU THINK WHATEVER THIS IS WILL STOP ME?! I'LL—Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her voice rose in pitch until it was an uncharacteristic squeal; between her legs the unseen sensation from before had started up again, worse than ever before, this time there was one pair of strong hands gripping her inner thighs, and another stroking her nude kitty, first rubbing at the lips, then smoothly dipping in between them and fingering the flesh within. Once more she tried to get a shot off, imagining Thor being sent flying by a bolt of white-hot energy, and the invisible **** moved up and directly onto her clit, moving over it in deft, delicate circles. Carol moaned, long and deep, so flustered and overcome it took her half a minute just to recover the power of speech, and even then only in shaky, incomplete sentences. "This isn't...you can't...it's not...not fair!" She whined, hating herself just for saying it. The **** gave her nipples another cruel twist in retaliation, she groaned and went to bat it away, but succeeded only in slapping one of her breasts. "No," Thor said. "It's not, is it?" He looked over at the hooded man behind him. "Meet Veirin, one of my Father's best Runewrights. After our encounter at the pier, I returned to Asgard in secret to fetch him. While you were...sleeping, he's given you a special something to ensure you don't cause us any more trouble."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Carol raged, trying desperately to close her trembling legs. She rubbed vainly at the tattoo on her midriff. "WHAT...WHAT IS THIS THING?!"
"A Rune Word," Veirin explained, smiling. "Very much like those used by the All-Father himself for everything from infusing objects and weapons with magic...to controlling the abilities of unruly Gods. Would you like to know what it says?"
Carol screamed out a torrent of swears in reply, but Veirin went on, unphased. "In your crude tongue, it translates roughly to, '*Whosoever bears this body, if she hath fury, shall know no dignity at all."
A twinge of annoyance crossed Carol's mind, and in reprisal the Rune's magic gave her thighs and buttocks each a mighty squeeze. "Stop it! Stop it right now!" She said, smooshing her thighs together and cupping her buttocks defensively. Her face was a mask of rage and indignation, and by now she was taking deep, heavy breaths, bare chest heaving with every one. "It's a simple rune," Veirin went on. "But...quite unbreakable."

Carol raged and screamed, but the more she let her anger show, the more indecent the Rune magic's effects became. Over a period of several long minutes the teasing on her clit continued, intensifying with every yell she let out. She was eventually **** to quieten down when her legs began to shake, and at the feeling of something warm and liquid on the inside of them she looked down and realised in horror that she was wet. Carol squeaked—again, a sound few had ever heard from Carol Danvers, and even fewer had ever heard from Captain Marvel—and pressed her hands into the source of the moistness; in her embarrassment, her cheeks had become two splotchy patches of red, and she was painfully aware of it. "Stop it!" She repeated. "How do I make it stop!"
Thor crossed his impressively-muscled arms. "Surrender. For good."
"And let you destroy the planet!?" She pushed her thighs closer together and there was an audible squelch, which only made the splotches go a deeper shade. "Duty...duty comes first!"
Thor shrugged. "If you insist, but don't say you weren't warned." He unfolded his arms to clap his hands, and the whole house began to shake at once. Carol looked around at the walls and ceiling. "What are you doing?" She demanded. "What's happening?"

Thor rocked back and forward on his heels. "There are some old friends of yours I promised to grant an audience with you, only in the event you refused to come to heel. They were very interested when they learned of my intentions with the Runes, very interested indeed. In the words of your Earth youngsters, I assured them I would give them a...Hala?"
No, he can't mean...not like this She shook her head. "You're going to...but they'll...they can't see me..." Carol glanced down at her naked, sweaty body, the distressed, tingling points of her nipples, the slick mound of her kitty. The Kree couldn't see her like this, she wouldn't allow it. She started forward in an awkward, mincing stagger. "Thor—" was all she had time to get out before the roof came sliding smoothly off and the night sky with its twinkling blanket of stars was revealed. A transmat beam swung in through the newly-made gap and caughy Carol mid-stride, and in a blaze of light and rushing air, she disappeared.
The next thing she was aware of was the dark, the all-encompassing black of the featureless void in which she awoke. She went to touch her stomach, and with dismay confirmed she was still naked. In the total darkness of the void, she couldn't even tell if the Rune tattoo was still there, though something told her it still was. She went to stand and found there was no difficulty doing so. Good sign. Wherever you are, wherever they've taken you, you can figure this out, Danvers. She told herself, though the blistering shame of the previous day or so had robbed her of much of her usual confidence. Even now, her stomach was positively churning. Carol was afraid, there shouldn't be any shame in admitting that to herself, but she was ashamed anyway. The stripping, the spanking, the magically-induced, erotically-charged ****, the whole experience—not just being subjected to it, but being seen like that—even now it put so much fear in her she could hardly think straight. The only consolation she could take was that wherever The Kree had brought her, it was safe at least from too many prying—

Whoosh Carol's train of thought was interrupted by a point in the seemingly infinite void in front of her breaking open, a thin line of colour appearing, then widening further and further like some massive beast unhinging its jaw, and a sound like...not thunder again, it couldn't be. As the great gap in the void finished opening, Carol first saw a dark and dreary-looking sky, then huge skyscraper-like buildings in the distance, then a large bowl-like structure, and finally...a cheering, baying sea of faces. Her jaw dropped and she went to hide her kitty and breasts, rendered speechless by the suddenness of her latest exposure. The faces were all different colours—pink and green and blue, mixed in with the more familiar skin tones of humans—and every one of them had equal parts hatred and amusement in their eyes. One more look at the sky, a sullen hole in space where the Sun should have been. Hala, she realised. I'm on Hala, and I'm... Carol hugged herself shyly. Naked Just then, she felt a stirring down below, as if someone were touching the slit between her legs with the lightest touch. No, not that...not now...