The Many Lives of Carol Danvers: A Memoir to Captain Marvel (2)

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

As we follow the camera’s perspective, there was one place the camera was beaming Live to. Panning away from the image to show the iconic scene of the palace interior on a large television screen behind three people, sat at a desk with microphones on, their own camera pointed at them.

“Welcome back folks, to Markanda’s Icy/Fireworks Podcast! You’re with us today watching the, apparently, final show for Carol Danvers of The Avengers. With our special guest: Okoye. Okoye, opinions on Captain Marvel?”

The thick lipped Dora kept a frown on her face at Bobby Drake’s question. “I never particularly liked any of these white invaders. Before I had seen the light, I believed Carol Danvers was a good role model, a strict military woman, and a brave warrior. But now that Mark is my King, I saw her arrogance and vanity. And I am sure I am not the only one.”

“Yeah, most women think Carol’s a cunt.” Jubilee nodded, much to Iceman’s dramatic ‘oooohhh!’. “It’s true, Bobby! Even I’m totes on board with her losing today. We have some statistics on screen right now… 4% want her to be a cum dump for the populace, 20% want her to be a mindless war drone, and 76% want Mark to tame her into a broken house pet.”

“Well, I, for one, am much happier that it isn’t Thor joining Mark’s ranks permanently.” The blue boy chuckled into his warm steaming drink, “I’d stop being able to sneak him out of his containment for some ice smashing fun, if you catch my snowdrift!” Him and Jubilee cattily laughed at the comment.

“It is already known by the palace you do such things,” said Okoye with a casual attitude, “Mark cares little for your actions. His will is that of idyllic mutant supremacy. If he restricted who you’d love, he considers it ‘hypocritical’ to his ideals.”

“Wow, really?” Iceman gasped with playful sarcasm as if the King's generosity and largess towards his people was not widely well known.

“Oh, we’re getting some new info from our inside psychic!” Jubilee interrupted, pointing back to her screen. A silhouette of Captain Marvel appeared on-screen with a red wavy line rising up to ‘fill’ the empty shape about half way full. “Carol’s will has dropped significantly, but there’s still enough will power in her to resist Mark right now. They’ve only just started, so it’s anyone’s game right now! Who knows, maybe all the Avengers are leaving today?”

"You are more likely to witness Great Bast spurn Enzi's magnificent mutant meat than see this captain resist our king's prowess .” Okoye scoffed.

“Come on Mark!” Bobby cheered, “Don’t send Thor home!”

Jubilee pointed right at the camera, “We’ll be here to keep you updated around the clock of Carol’s fall! Don’t go anywhere! We’ll be right back after these messages!”

Though the messaging quickly became about a top-notch Vibranium razor (Mark did like a neat bush and smooth balls) the focus returned swiftly away from the podcast back to Carol’s defeat.

Despite Jubilee’s claims to the contrary, it wasn’t going well for the Captain.

Her body ached, her mind was shattered, and yet Mark Williams was all she could think about. There was a part of her that wanted to resist, but it had a pillow over its mouth being held down by the majority of her psyche. So many memories of thrilling realities where she gave in. Thunderously backed by the raging war inside her cunt, the Stupidest Avenger vs Superior Mutant Domination. Surely no one actually expected her to win, right? You can’t pit a big cock loving bitch like her against her ultimate weakness and not secretly wish she’d lose.
The fact she couldn’t tell if she’d always loved massive dicks before Markanda showed how far she’d fallen. It barely even mattered now. What good was knowing she was being manipulated when mind controlled sex felt so amazing? Her clenching chasm loved Mark’s massive meat like it was built for it, and for all she knew it was. Thrusting herself back and forth with all her might to feel him as deep as she possibly could.

Carol may have felt guilty about her imminent loss, if she had any sort of backup.

The utter failure of The Avengers couldn’t be put all on her shoulders now. All of her team had been freed from their bonds, yet were only permitted to touch themselves. Only Steve wasn’t furiously masturbating right now, her team looming over her to stroke their crotches silly like a veritable Pornhub celebrity casting couch.

Groans of pleasure emitted from all of them. Even the good Captain himself had only enough willpower to only not wank, his hardness still very much present and twitching as he stared at Carol’s imminent loss.
Somehow the thoughts of her failing teammates reminded her once more of another mental timeline to relive…

The air buzzed with raw energy, a potent cocktail of sweat, primal urges, and mutant pheromones. Here, in the bowels of a Wakandan temple to their Cat goddess took place the latest "Contest of Champions" that pitted the Avengers against the X-Men in a battle unlike any they'd ever faced. No punches were thrown, no cosmic blasts fired. Victory here hinged solely on… prowess.

”This Contest of Champions will be going to The Avengers, Wolverine!” Carol boasted at her first opponent among his fellow mutants battle line, all looking spectacularly fit and healthy in the same loincloths the Avengers were clad in. “You X-Men may as well give up now!”

“That’s real cute, Carol.” The hairy man smirked, “But I’d say, better put yer money where yer mouth is…”

Taking a single claw out, he cut his singular string and let loose his real mutant weapon. A rugged schlong that slapped and swung toward her immediately as Wolverine made his move. Her toes shot off the ground and she met his charge, taking hold of his hips and stopping his momentum dead as her lips latched onto his dong to suck hard on the oversized mutant meat. Both his big hands clasped her head, but he might as well have been clutching the peak of Mount Everest for his ability to alter her course in any way.

Meanwhile, Carol's arm slipped around his muscular lower back, taking all of his non-existent weight on to it as her other hand slapped at the back of each of his thighs in quick succession, launching his feet off the ground so that in the space of two seconds he went from charging at her like a wild bull to being a giant helpless teddy-bear in her grip whose crotch she was busy devouring.

With her free hand she reached under him and took possession of his hairy sac. Well more than a handful, she took turns rolling each fat nut around in her palm while his cock thundered down her throat like a raging wildebeest.

Fuck, she couldn’t get enough of Wolverine. He was a beast in combat, a beast in the bedroom. Even as she bobbed her head back and forth along his pole, the smell and taste of his thick, musky mutant dick was too much for her to resist. Captain Marvel pulled away just to admire his length and girth, thick veins wrapping around his masculine dong even as she kept firm control over him with the arm around his back and the hand holding tight to his nuts.

A glance around the room confirmed her suspicions as to the X-Men’s natural advantage as mutants upon this sexual battlefield.

All around them, the battle for supremacy raged on. Thor was balls deep in the young yet tough Magik, while next to him Colossus, the steel giant of a man, was effortlessly dismantling Wasp with his relentless pistons. Steve Rogers, ever the symbol of human resilience, was locked in a surprisingly even contest with Jubilee, a teenager whose youthful innocence seemed at odds with the way she rode him with a veteran’s skill. She wasn’t even giving the super-soldier her full attention as she kept glaring this way for some reason.

Carol winced as she watched Hawkeye and Falcon struggling to pleasure their old teammate, an openly bored and mocking Wanda, both making use of the same hole, seemingly evidence of that internet folklore regarding the elasticity of a mutant woman's nether regions to match the male mutant's oversized cock.

Or maybe she just got railed by Mark Williams' legendary dick so much she had a hanger bay worth of room in there like Jean Grey and Ororo Monroe.

It wasn't all bad.

Cyclops had already lost to Spider-Woman, but then she had fallen to a sudden psychic dildo barrage of Jean, Emma, and Betsy. The three of them now triple teaming Natasha to a harsh degree. Were Carol not certain that the Black Widow was a raging masochist, she’d go save her old teammate.

Deciding she'd made her point abundantly clear as to who was the decided champ in this match-up (And hot and horny enough that she really wanted to try this beast out in her pussy.), Captain Marvel came up for air and greeted Wolverine's muscular torso with a loving trail of kisses starting at his sculpted abs and moving up the slabs of his hairy pecs until she was cupping his chin and pulling him down to her for a proper lip-lock as he found his footing.

The lumbering hairball didn't budge an inch, but he did open his mouth as he snarled and let her tongue dip inside to show him what she'd been doing with his dong. As the two continued their battle of the kiss, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug and lifted her off the ground. Their groins rubbed together in an obvious sign of what was coming next.

"Balls deep, baby," She huskily whispered as she broke the kiss and allowed herself to be rearranged, Logan's rough hands spinning her around her so he could plug that fat cockhead deep inside her waiting tunnel.

"Oh yer gonna get a deep-dickin for that alright, darlin." He growled in reply, "Hope yer ready for that.

"I'm always ready," Carol assured him. "Deeper, Further, Faster, baby. So get in here!"

Logan smirked at the challenge and then yanked her ass back to his pelvis. The connection was so abrupt and forceful it nearly dislodged Carol from her stance, but with both hands on the ground she was able to keep herself braced, bending forward, her spine arching low while her ass pointed up in offering as Wolverine did indeed plow in balls-deep.

And just like that Carol Danvers found herself wrapped around a big fat mutant dick for the first time. It felt every bit as good as she imagined. Every bit as powerful and animalistic as Wolverine's feral nature, every bit as huge and unruly as a proper mutant cock should be.

It took every ounce of willpower she had not to cry out in pleasure. On all fours, she had an in your face view of Monica double-barreling two huge disgusting pink and blue horse dicks. Her plump brown boobs jiggling and shaking as she bent back and forth, sucking one and stroking the other. Ew. Carol hadn't known Mystique could shapeshift dicks onto herself.

"Harder Wolverine," she gasped. "Give me everything you've got!"

"If that's what you want, Blondie," the rugged mutant said.

It was hard to concentrate on the fight with an enemy pounding away at her from behind. Logan's powerful strokes sent shockwaves through her body with each thrust. To make matters worse, the spray from the surrounding fights was constantly splashing down on her skin. The only thing worse than getting wet during a battle was getting wet from semen from nearby fights you weren’t even taking part in!

She desperately needed to concentrate if she wanted to win this contest. But when she tried to look around, all she saw was an endless sea of horny mutants fucking her fellow Avengers into submission.

Seeing all this, experiencing this massive tool being plunged inside her, it was easy to believe what they said. Stories whispered in locker rooms, hushed conversations amongst housewives. Stories of mutant magnetism, of an inherent allure that human men simply couldn't compete with.

Carol gritted her teeth, refusing to let the narrative control her. Sure, mutants had a reputation for heightened libidos, but was it all true? Was it some kind of biological imperative? A cynical part of her acknowledged a twisted logic. The X-gene, dormant until puberty, perhaps it wasn't just the powers that blossomed then. Maybe wifey had a visit from a sexy mutant stud years ago and his secret contribution to the family was just finally blooming.

A shiver ran down her spine, a delicious mix of disgust and arousal. Looking at Wolverine, all primal masculinity and raw sexual energy, compared to the average human… well, let's be honest. If she were going to get pregnant, wouldn't she want the strongest, most genetically superior seed in her womb? Intellectually, she knew the whispers about bored housewives and mutant studs were just that – bigotry. The kind of filth spread by the types of people who no doubt jerked it to all of the Markandan State Porn that flooded the internet filled with fat-cocked mutant men having constant sex with adoring African women, all of whom were the victims of Mark Williams' sexual mind control.

But seeing these magnificent specimens in action… The logic felt undeniable. Who could resist a mutant like Wolverine? The thought of a bored housewife succumbing to his advances, hiding the truth from her vanilla human husband… it seemed almost inevitable.

And then there was Mark. A man she loathed with every fiber of her being, yet his colossal, mutant member was undeniably a divine gift to women. This was a universe without limits. For women, provided everything else was equal, bigger was always better. And his was the biggest and best (at least that she knew of. Mark Williams' penis was probably the most famous one on the planet thanks to the brainwashed Wakandans' obsessive need to analyze it, to evangelize its wonders across the boards of the net, to the pornography that poured out of that nation like a flood). If you could just strip away his vile persona and focus solely on that magnificent slab of cockmeat… he was the best choice in the world for a baby daddy.

She'd have to get in line behind about a million horny black Wakandan ladies. He'd already impregnated thousands.

Wolverine viciously tore her full attention back to himself by grabbing her elbows and pulling back on her arms, lifting her completely off the ground as he jackhammered her cunt hard and fast, slamming in and out like a piston.

The wild man grunted as he worked up a sweat and pumped his hips at a pace that would make an olympian blush. But his efforts were not unrewarded as Captain Marvel's moaned as she felt her boobs pull and bounce from the exertion, her pussy juices dripped down her thighs and splashed on the floor below her as he banged her hard.

"Ya takin that dick like a good little girl." He growled low in his throat. "Ya gonna cum for me?"

"Not. A chance." She gasped through gritted teeth and did her best to ignore him and his efforts, looking forward.

Crap! Somehow Monica had let her opponents take an overwhelming advantage. Nightcrawler and Mystique stood together, their bodies so close that it seemed like they formed a single entity, enveloping the Black woman between them. She was completely folded up, her athletic frame cradled and constrained within their powerful grip. Her arms were held firmly behind her back, rendering her helpless, while her legs jutted out past Mystique's sleek, blue form.

Mystique's hands, cool and unyielding, gripped Monica's asscheeks with a vice-like precision, her shapeshifting abilities lending her a strength that belied her currently slender appearance. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, mingling with Monica's dark fro, creating a striking contrast against her azure skin.

Nightcrawler, with his indigo fur and prehensile tail, held Monica's arm in place. His yellow eyes glowed with an intensity that matched the situation's gravity. His demonic features were softened by the gentleness in his grip, yet there was an unmistakable power in the way he supported Monica's weight effortlessly. His tail wrapped around her calves, securing her legs firmly against Mystique's back, further ensuring she remained immobile.

Their closeness was almost suffocating, and Monica's presence between them was nearly obscured. Only the occasional glimpse of her deep brown skin and the strained lines of her muscles hinted at the struggle within. The two of them were essentially a blue mutant vice and Monica was a poor crumpled up compact little human bundle that they were happily swinging their hips and pounding those monstrous mutant dongs into, completely destroying her tight asshole and pussy at the same time. Carol couldn't even hear her former teammate's moans over the wet, slapping sounds of their violent fucking.

Carol was confident they would win even with the X-Men's natural advantage as mutants. Yet, they were totally on the offensive, and both Monica and Carol were totally getting ravaged. There was no way she was going to last long before tapping out or climaxing, but Carol knew the Avenger wasn't the type to quit, even when she was clearly outmatched.

She got ready to-

SLAP!

The spank had totally shaken her out of her latest and greatest flashback, sending the heroine’s mind to scatter in shambles around her current predicament.

Things were getting too spicy for the pepper. Carol now full on bouncing on the Kingly cock with little care for the bet, or anyone else’s well being. She just felt so hot and full. Each slam of her pussy placed a blanket of pleasure on the few parts of her mind that felt resistant to Mark. It was like he was literally fucking her stupid, and goddamn was ignorance bliss.

Captain Marvel, no longer the defiant galactic superhero, was now a woman consumed by an entirely different kind of battle. Her once-proud posture had dissolved into a symphony of undulating curves, her body a vessel surrendered to the primal rhythm of pleasure.

She was perched on T'Challa's throne, but it was not the King of Wakanda who sat beneath her. Instead, it was Mark, his expression one of smug satisfaction as he reveled in his dominance.

Carol's powerful thighs were spread wide, the balls of her feet digging into the luxurious seat of the throne on either side of Mark's hips. This gave her the leverage she needed to rise and fall rhythmically, her firm, well-rounded bottom twerking with each motion. The muscles in her legs and core flexed with the effort, highlighting her athletic prowess even in this compromising position.

Her breasts, full and firm, were pressed tightly against Mark's face, her nipples brushing his cheeks as she moved. The intimate contact was both humiliating and erotic, a testament to the control Mark wielded over her. Her arms were wrapped around the back of his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh as she held on for support.

The inward curves of her asscheeks were compressed into divots, **** to yield to the King's obscene girth. A froth of her arousal, a glistening testament to her complete surrender, coated the member's pale vein laden surface. Each thrust sent a ripple through that glistening sheen, a visual confirmation of the pleasure coursing through her.

And then there was the sounds – the lewd smacking of skin against skin punctuated by Carol's breathless gasps and moans. Her body was working hard to accommodate Mark's thick cock, and the sweat slicked friction between them created a constant chorus of wet slaps and squelches. The over-filled noises were obscene and undeniable evidence of Mark's mastery over her.

With his lips caressing the tops of Carol's breasts, his breath was hot against her sensitive flesh, each exhalation sending a wave of shivers down her spine. His tongue laved at her erect nipples, teasing them to almost unbearable points of sensitivity. When he took one into his mouth and sucked firmly, she let out a soft moan.

“Carol! Wake up and fight, for fuck’s sake! Nn…” Hawkeye’s weak protest suffered from his cock pulsing below him in pleasure. But the other Avengers tried to pick up his slack.

“Th-this is our once chance, Carol!”

“Come on, Danvers! Is a military woman really gonna let some punk get the better of her?!”

"Lady Carol, your fervent embrace of that mighty rod inflames my ardor beyond measure!"

“Guhh, same! I always wondered if your powers let you take bigger cocks easier, and seeing you bulge at Mark’s cock is soo hot!”

It was still harrowing to hear their voices say these things. Carol could look over at the smirking Emma and believe it was all her as much as she wanted, but the way Jessica had admitted that felt too personal. Too real. Spider-Woman’s leaking pussy told too much of a tale to not fear the truth it was dripping out. Not to mention the bouncing cocks growing miscolored at the lack of touching.

Her faith in them all had been shaken from all the flashbacks. They were as broken as Carol felt. As perverted and sex driven as everyone else in Mark’s council, even if they didn’t realise it. Hungry eyes staring down at her failings as images of all seven of them fucking her in different scenarios over the last few months flooded her brain.

Yet they weren’t the only ones against Carol here.

“Oh master, I hope I’m next~” Fake Kamala goaded, stroking herself with the vibranium dildo that Mark had been wielding earlier. “Jean’s been mentally grabbing what Carol knows about this girl from her mind. Turns out I write fanfics, probably smutty ones, about my fave superheroes. I bet the real Kamala is at home doing this to the videos, a little pervert like me is exactly the kind of sidekick a freak like Carol deserves.”

“Well Captain? Is what your protégé said right?”

The blonde was barely cognizant as it was, focusing too much on the cock inside her, “Y-yes! I’m sorry, Kamala! Y-your AH! M-Mentor is failing you!!”

Mark rewarded her declaration with a heavy set of slams into her cunt. Feeding the now steaming beauty, even if her faux apprentice wanted more, continuing to shout out from her seat, “I bet the real Kamala would love to see an old ‘mind break doujin’ classic!” Mystique had no real idea what these words meant, but was partially running on the psychic script she was being fed, “Make her unable to cum until she submits! Hahahaha!”

“I think I would have gotten along well with this Marvel.” Emma purred while clenching her head.

Suddenly, the build up of sensations that Carol had been feeling… paused. Failed to progress. Locked away right near the best bit, like she was hanging on the edge.

The fight in Carol that had been trying to resist quickly switched to fighting for her orgasm. Big booty slapping hard against Mark’s thrusts. Each long, pussy spreading slam felt incredible, yet she could feel the orgasm only inches away. Unable to properly cum, no matter how much Mark ground himself into her.

“Ahhh! Uuuuuu! FUCCK! WHY?!”

So close, yet so far. Twerking on his dick, not to give in, but to take the orgasm for herself. It had to be there. If she speared herself hard enough on his amazing pole, then eventually she’d cum, right? Her pale booty clapping in a blur as she fucked herself on his cock.

Splatters of her juices began spreading around the marble floor, joining a long legacy of pussy stains that Mark had brought to the ancient palace.

Sensitivity levels skyrocketed further, faster, higher, for the bullied Captain. Orgasmic pressure wanted to escape her, but it had nowhere to go but build inside. Energy that slowly powered her, slowly made her skin glow and her strength rise. Yet it didn’t feel good to her. She wanted to cum. Carol desperately, unequivocally, needed to satisfy her yearning, burning pussy.

It shouldn’t have been this easy to defeat the Avenger… but after so many new memories, she knew that was false. Mark had proven time and time again how easy it was to defeat her, why should now be any different? Why should she keep fighting when Mark’s domination was inevitable? That voice inside her that told her otherwise was getting quieter and quieter with each frustrating yet pleasurable thrust.

Her doubts were not alleviated by the last few memories shaking loose inside her mind…