With patience, and planning.

Carol was walking down a side street of the bustling downtown area of New Your city. She had recently been searching for new places to get a nice meal without the hustle and bustle of bigger places, and she spotted one on a forum that was basically tailor-made for her. Out of the way, small with only a few tables, and good honest food. She soon found the place she was looking for, a small cafe, neatly tucked away between two larger shops. A simple table with two chairs was the only outside place, and once she got inside, she saw that it had at most four other tables.

Lounging against the service bar, was a woman wearing crisp and professional-looking waitress clothes, consisting of a modest length skirt, and a white blouse that hugged the curves of her body in a way that should be forbidden. Her midnight black hair was tied in a high ponytail that fell all the way to what looked like a shapely ass. Behind her, in the kitchen, she saw an impressively large black woman bustling around doing whatever it was that professional chefs do in a kitchen. Apart from her imposing size, and serious look, she really couldn't make much from where she stood. A young woman with shoulder-length blonde hair and piercing blue eyes greeted her upon entering. She was wearing the same clothes as her colleague and they complimented her everyday look quite well.

Carol was in no way attracted to women whatsoever, but she always appreciated beauty in all its forms. And these two ladies sure were a fine example of feminine beauty. The blonde woman greeted her cheerfully and introduced her as Gwen. They exchanged pleasantries while Carol was escorted to an empty table, and she quickly skimmed the menu before taking a pick. While she waited, Carol thought to herself that she really got lucky here. No people that only made loud noises, no cramped spaces that were barely big enough to hold a table, and best of all, no horny guys that kept ogling her in not so subtle ways.

Ten minutes later, her order was delivered, and she enjoyed it in peace and comfort. She paid the tab, complimented Gwen on her professionalism, and walked out. She was so content with her findings, that her normally sharp senses missed the way the other waitress kept an eye on her, and when she left the cafe, she never noticed that the open sign on the door was immediately flipped to closed.

It was early evening when Carol stepped out of the shower of her penthouse apartment. She was, of course, completely naked save for the fluffy white towel that she was using to dry her hair. Her full breasts swayed slightly with each step as she made her way towards her bedroom. Dropping the towel on the floor for later cleanup, she went to her closet and picked some nice easy to wear clothes for the night. A grey tank top that fitted snugly over her chest, and an equally grey boxer that hugged comfortably around her firm behind. She planted said behind on the couch and began to flip through channels to see if there was anything worth her time. There wasn't, but she spent a good hour or so flicking away anyhow. A sudden yawn made her realise she was tired, and she stretched her arm above her to get out the kinks of sitting still for so long. That simple movement caused the short tanktop to rise up, exposing the toned muscles of her stomach, and her breasts to strain enticingly against the thin fabric. Deciding to call it an early night, she barely made it to her bed, before she fell into it. She was fast asleep within minutes, never even realising that this was not a normal thing for her.

Half an hour later, the security booth in Carol's apartment complex went down. The reason for this was because a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes was hanging upside down from the ceiling by a rope that looked like spider webbing. The guard on duty was encased entirely in similar webbing, leaving him squirming on the floor in an unbreakable cocoon. Gwen flipped forward and landed nimbly in front of the central control panel. She pressed a button and the monitors in front of her turned dark one by one. A glove encased slender hand pressed another button, and the security board showing the electronic locks began to change colour. Each green light representing an unlocked door turned red, and after flicking a few switches on the board, a line of green lights went from the lobby to the elevators, to the normally exclusively locked top floor.

"Gwen to Princess, the route is secured. you're all clear to go."

"Excellent work Gwen. Keep an eye out for anything not planned for, and be ready to extract within ten minutes. So keep those hands out of your cunt until we're at the save house."

"Yeah yeah, I know the drill. The last time was an accident. And we both agreed that red-head was just too good looking to not have some fun with."

In the lobby, the large black-skinned woman, and the other waitress from the cafe were quickly making their way to the elevators, one of which was already waiting with open doors. The two entered, and the so-far silent woman slammed a dainty hand on the topmost button. There was a soft lurch as the elevator began to rise, but other than that, nothing happened.

"I did, and she was. But your "fun" almost ruined the mission. So keep it in check, or get it done fast enough for extraction."

The dark-haired woman shook her head with silent amusement, Princess and Gwen always bantered like that, it was their way of dealing with mission tension, and it never stopped amusing her. They had been preparing for this moment for months now, and this very night, they would find out if their plan would work. There was a gentle chime, and the double doors slid open silently to reveal a dimly lit hallway. A single lamp glowed at the lowest setting in the corner, revealing the door leading towards the apartment propper. With practised skill, the two women silently made their way towards Carol's bedroom. They found their target laying face down on the bed. The delayed sedative they had worked into her food was so strong, that when it began to affect her, she didn't even have the presence of mind to get under the blankets. Which only worked to the two infiltrator's advantage. They carefully approached the bed, and after checking that Carol was indeed still asleep, began the most crucial part of their operation.

From one of the pockets of her suit, the black-haired woman retrieved a collar. It was made from an alien-looking dark coloured steel, and it had a single small display near the locking mechanism. She climbed on the bed, leaning over Carol's unsuspecting body, and with one hand brushed away the blonde locks that had fallen messily around her head. After her neck was exposed, she gently lifted Carol's head just far enough that the collar could be placed around her neck, and a metallic snap later saw the item locked. A second later, the display now on the back of Carol's slender neck lit up with a green light, indicating that its power suppressing function was active, and working.

Meanwhile, the princess had taken a device from her back. It consisted of a single steel bar, with six cuffs, three left, three right. She pulled Carol's arms together behind her back, and her wrists were quickly locked by the lowest two cuffs. The middle two encircled her arms just below the elbows, and the top two went just below her shoulders. The result was that Carol's arms were bound painfully behind her back, and only her superhuman agility and pain tolerance would make this possible. A second steel bar was retrieved, and Carol's legs were locked together in the same way; One set for her ankles, one just above her knees, and one around her supple thighs.

The whole operation took less than five minutes, but they now had Carol Danvers, AKA Captain Marvel, helpless, powerless, and ready for transport. She pressed a small button on her intercom, and several seconds later, the telltale sound of a small engine could be heard. Princess slung Carol unceremoniously over her shoulder, and the two Pravum agents made their way to the glass sliding door leading to the penthouse sundeck. A drone had landed on the polished wooden boards, and a human-sized box was fitted under its carriage. The other woman quickly opened the box using her thumbprint, and Princess placed the still sleeping Carol inside. As a parting gift, the dark-haired agent took out a decently sized bullet vibrator and quickly managed to insert it into Carol's pussy. She clicked the little on switch twice, and a soft hum was being heard, Carol gave a moan, and squirmed slightly against the still bonds, but remained sleeping. With a click, the box closed, and after another press of a button, the drone lifted off and disappeared into the New York night sky.

Two minutes later, they left the building through a service entry, and near the end of the ally, Gwen landed silently beside them. They walked to a black van parked nearby and drove off no one any the wiser of the beautiful young woman that had just been secured and transferred to her new house, and her new life.