The Many Lives of Carol Danvers: A Memoir to Captain Marvel (3)

Carol sat at the table, fuming. Even after her fellow hero and lawyer had explained it about three times, it still didn’t make sense.

“Nope. I still don’t understand how this nobody won the breeding rights to The Avengers.”

At this point everyone but Mark was getting frustrated by her stubborn attitude. Even those that were affected by it were finding her refusal of the facts just as irritating as the truth. Spider-Woman was the first to call her out on it, “Carol! You always do this!”

"ALWAYS?! When have I ever-?!”

“You’re just being obtuse because you don’t like it.” Her old friend grilled, holding her cream filled pussy tightly to avoid spillage, “Jen has explained it again and again…”

Wasp chimed in, sitting upside down to avoid her overstretched slit from ejecting Mark’s jizz, “I don’t want to have his babies either, Carol. But we lost the strip poker game, fair and square!” Monica nodded next to her begrudgingly. The black woman for some reason also keeping a load of sperm in her mouth, though she may have just been enjoying it.

The only other woman in clothes was her lawyer Jennifer Walters, who may have been in her human form but still had different colored eyes to what Carol remembered. She just sighed next to the man. Once more looking over the notes of the contract in her hands, “You agreed, while naked and going all-in on a pair of tens, that you would give over the rights to breed the Avengers to the winner of the pot. As silly as it sounds, that was a binding verbal contract that Mark got a full house to beat. Legally, you have to carry at least two of King Mark’s offspring. Either as twins or concurrently.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Then you’ll be put in jail and still have to carry a random mutant’s child.” The plain woman retorted, caring more about her nails than Carol’s stubbornness, “I hear they just captured The Blob.”

Gritting her teeth, Carol finally stood up from the deliberation table. Ripping open her costume and walking towards royalty, “Fine! FINE! If those are my options, then I’ll-!”

“We’ll stop you, Mark Williams!”

The scene had changed again in Carol’s mind, she was still in the throne room but this time he was alone. Carol and the other three Avengers were confronting him with no X-Men or Dora to protect him. This would certainly spell his doom!

“Sorry ladies, but I only have one council seat available for you.” He said with a tempered smile as he spread his legs, drawing attention to his massive cock as it slipped off his thigh to fall and lie on the seat with a light thump. Her eyes immediately moving to his swollen crown, despite herself. “You’ll have to figure out amongst yourselves who deserves it most.”

Carol tore her gaze away, refusing to look at his gorgeous dick no matter how much she wanted to.

Spectrum’s eyes glowed white with confused rage, “W-we’re not here for that!”

“We’re here to take you down!” Agreed Wasp, “Besides, I’d obviously be the best pic, so what would be the point of discussion?”

“Uhh, excuse me?” Jessica halted, turning herself to the short brunette, “You? You’d be the best person to add to his mind control harem? Do you not understand the kind of powers I have?”

“He already controls people Jess, why would he need your pheromone powers?” Retorted Carol, putting her hand on her hip at her friend’s ridiculousness, “He needs strength. Why in the world would he pick any of you three over me?”

Annoyed titters and clicking tongues from her friends just made Carol more sure of herself. “He’d probably want someone who wasn’t going to criticize him all the time. I’m the fun one of the three, plus size changing is such a popular fetish!”

“I don’t criticize everyone, you tiny cow!”

“You want to talk fetishes? He took over a black country, you three pale ghosts ain’t going to excite him at all.” Monica added.

Carol had a distinct impression of mental vertigo. Hadn't they come here to confront Mark, to save Wakanda and the X-Men? Or were they just talking about their future positions as part of Mark's court? That couldn't be right, could it? But the other three seemed utterly confident that their debate was valid. And Carol found herself getting dragged in as well, like it was perfectly normal to argue about who was the best potential mate for an evil supervillain.

Captain Marvel held up her hands, trying to defuse the situation. "Enough!" She ordered, glaring at Monica and Wasp. "We're not here for that. We're here to defeat Mark and stop his evil plan."

Spider-Woman scoffed, "Evil plan?! You mean, hot as fuck plan?" She looked at the incredulous faces surrounding her and realised she was the only one who had that opinion, but shrugged and continued her train of thought anyway, "All that Mark's done is shown us some pretty fun times and created a safe haven for mutants and his slaves alike. Not that I'm saying I'm one of those..." She hurriedly added before Cap could level a finger at her.

"Fun times?" Asked Spectrum angrily. "Did you forget everything that happened before we got here?! He's a villain. He's manipulating us into being complicit in his crimes."

Wasp chuckled dismissively. "I dunno, I don't see anything wrong with it." She looked around, but nobody shared her viewpoint. "What?!" She exclaimed indignantly. "Look, you all know I'm not one of his simpering bimbos. If I thought this was seriously bad or wrong, I'd have kicked his ass to kingdom come before we even got here!"

Jessica smirked in triumph even as she met Mark’s eyes, “I’d never have kicked my master’s ass. I am a simpering bimbo. For HIM. I’d have let him fuck my big sexy ass. Which is why I deserve the seat, you treacherous shrews. I’m an ex-SHIELD agent. I could go back out into the world and seduce more women for him to take back here.”

Carol's brief sanity vanished as she saw Mark grinning and waving an approving finger at Jess' display of loyalty. She rushed to prove she could be even more devoted than the spider woman,

"Oh, like a pawn? He’s looking for an experienced council member. And I'm one of the most famous and beloved superheroes! Not just a street level skank like this bitch. I've saved the entire world. Several times. I’ve got a military background and I’m the leader of The Avengers! Plus, with the most recognizable face, to stop any idiot trying to attack here!”

"I could inspire millions of weak-minded sluts with my story and bring them back to you, oh great king!"

“Experience also includes in the sack! Rhodey’s tiny squirt machine doesn’t measure up to Giant Man. I’m the only one who can take a big cock!”

“Hank Pym’s a limp noodle and you know it!”

“At least it’s someone, unlike the lonely spinster Monica Rambeau!”

“Skank!”

“Trollop!”

“Whore!”

“I’LL KILL YOU!”

As soon as Carol threw the first punch at Monica, the scene changed once again…

The spacious palace suite that was the Avengers' opulent prison cell buzzed with a bizarre energy. Gone were the days of heroic bravado; replaced by a ****, albeit misplaced, focus on escape. Clad in their skimpy g-strings, the once-proud heroes resembled an exotic dance troupe trapped in a strategy meeting. Captain America, the stars and stripes pouch containing his package looking rather sad beneath his bulging physique, paced with furrowed brows.

The air hung heavy with the musky scent of arousal and unspoken frustration. The Avengers, their minds shackled by subliminal commands, wrestled with the seemingly insurmountable problem – how to open a ‘door’.

"Alright, let's recap what we know about this… door situation." He gestured vaguely towards the seemingly innocuous portal that stood between them and freedom.

Sam crossed his arms, "The Wakandans use it all the time. We can even make use of it when they take us to our 'shows'. That's it. That's all we know for sure."

"It's obviously a highly advanced piece of technology." added Carol, her naked breasts lifted by her folded arms. By this point, they had all become completely inured to the lack of clothing. Not to mention they were each beyond familiar with every part of each other's bodies. Her own g-string was patterned in the red and blue of her costume with the golden starburst of her emblem taking up much of the tiny material over her mons, “Obviously teleportation or a matter transfer device.”

"Now that's just guessing. What we know is: they can use it. On themselves or on us. That's it. That's all we know for sure." Insisted Sam, reaching forwards to lightly tap at the door frame as if it would eat him if he poked it wrong.

A nearby archer rocked back and forth on a bed, "Oh, face it, bird brain! We don't know a damned thing! The telepaths are in our freaking minds man! Grey, Xavier, Frost, the purple one I forget the name of. All of them control the media! Control all of us! My hand in front of my face, I don't know if it’s really there! All of you could be fucking fake man, even me…”

“No one wants to hear your conspiracy theories, Clint.”

Monica was standing on the other side of the suite, her stance braced for anything, a good six feet back from the balcony and the... opening, "I'm more concerned about this ‘outside’ thing." She pointed at the idyllic tamed and intricately managed jungle garden of the palace grounds and the brilliant blue sky above, "That blue thing. I don't know what it is but I KNOW it's dangerous. We can't let our guards down with THAT right there."

“Aye, Lady Monica. It is truly a mighty foe, grander than even the frost giants.”

There were grimaces all around, the Avengers shifting uncomfortably. There was a reason why the rest of them were clustered as far away from the balcony as they could. Doors and doorways were baffling enigmas but they weren't particularly intimidating. But this ‘outside’ as the guardsmen called it. This… ‘sky-thing’. Just thinking about it, just trying to wrap their minds around the shear, monumental vastness of it…

There were plenty of questions about what would happen if one of them stepped in it. From being sucked into endless blue nothingness to being instantly disintegrated and dispersed into one of the puffy white things that sometimes flew overhead.

"Oh God… this is hopeless!" Janet fell back onto the bed in exasperation, sending her small breasts into a brief jiggling frenzy.

The door abruptly... changed was the only word for it, and the Avengers stationed around it watched like hawks for any clue on how it worked. Four Royal Guards entered the suite, their big black dicks swinging with each step. The sight of the naked, brawny guards was a familiar one, and it told the Avengers that these four were off-duty and being rewarded with a visit to the Avengers' suite.

Seeing the guards, the male Avengers visibly relaxed. Captain America clapped one of the guards on the back with a grin. "Hey, looks like you guys are off the clock. Good to see you, Dawal. Fellas."

Hawkeye nodded, adding with a chuckle, "I bet you guys have some stories to tell."

Falcon grinned, "Nice'of you to drop by. Hope you're ready to relax.”

The Avengers were acutely aware that the Royal Guardsmen were slaves, stolen from their families, their identities and lives erased by King Mark's mind control. They were as much captives as they were themselves so they made sure to pamper the big lugs and treat them with the respect they didn't get anywhere else.

The female Avengers moved with an easy familiarity toward the guards. There was a practiced routine to their actions, a shared understanding that this was part of their current existence. Janet, still sprawled on the bed, let out a sigh but smiled as she beckoned one of the guards closer.

Wasp got up on her knees as he approached with a grin and ran her tongue along the underside of his thick shaft before engulfing him in her mouth. She gave a soft moan of pleasure as she felt his dick swell and harden in response. Her small hands gripped his buttocks as she worked her mouth up and down his length, eagerly slurping his cock with noisy enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Monica slid her hand along one of the guard's thighs, tracing her fingers teasingly over his dick. The big man looked down at her and she flashed him a smile before bending down and kissing him lightly on the tip of his cock.

"Mmm, you want me to do that?" she asked huskily. She didn't wait for a reply, simply wrapping her lips around his shaft and sliding them slowly down his length until she could feel the head pressing against the back of her throat.

The male Avengers took this routine in stride, Steve and Sam continuing to puzzle over the door while Clint and Thor wandered over to enjoy the sights. Every couple of days, various Royal Guardsmen were rewarded with a visit, and the sight of beautiful women sharing their bodies with these big-dicked, deserving lads was oddly heartwarming. It was a simple, human connection in a sea of absurdity, far better than the grotesque, mind-controlled performances they had to put on for King Mark. The warmth and mutual comfort that these interactions brought contrasted starkly with the debauched displays they were often **** into, making these moments a rare respite in their otherwise twisted reality.

Thor lounged back on a couch, his massive frame relaxed as he casually pumped his fat cock that had escaped its confinement, his red g-string pushed to the side. The Asgardian watched the scene with a mix of detached curiosity and mild arousal, his eyes occasionally flicking over to Carol and Jessica.

They were using their pleasuring of the guards to multitask. As Carol bobbed on her knees, she pulled her mouth away momentarily to ask, "So, can you explain to us how doors work?"

One of the grinning guards seized the opportunity. Using Jessica's hole as an example, he demonstrated with two fingers, "See? Closed," he said, showing her folds pressed together. He then pried the lips apart, "Open, then you-" he lined up his shaft, "You walk through!”

Jessica's cheeks flushed as she laughed, "Okay, I get it, but why can't we figure it out with the actual doors?"

The guard shrugged, still grinning, "Guess you need more practice," he teased, pushing his hips forward and sliding into her with a satisfied groan.

Clint, watching the scene unfold, chuckled, "At least they're having fun with it."

Carol, not missing a beat, asked her guard, "So, what happens if we actually try to use a door? Is it really as simple as it sounds?"

The guard, busy enjoying Carol's skilled mouth, managed a reply between groans, "You... just... open it... and... walk through. But... you might not... be ready for it yet.”

As Carol and Jessica continued their ministrations, the male Avengers observed with a mix of fascination and good-natured tolerance.

Within a few minutes, Monica was pinned face down on the couch as her guard roughly rutted down into her, groans of pleasure escaped her lips, muffled by the pillow that her face was pressed into. He grasped at her hips as he slammed his cock into her tight wet cunt, his pelvis slapping against her smooth brown ass cheeks with every thrust. The Black woman's buttocks jiggled with each impact as the large man increased the power and tempo of his movements.

Janet was standing bent over the bed with her legs spread wide open, clutching at the sheets as one of the guards furiously pumped his cock in and out of her dripping pussy. His hands squeezed and smacked her ass as he pounded away at her tight hole, grunting as he savored the sensations of her body gripping his shaft like a vice.

He was grunting in his heavily accented English, "You like that? You like that little Avenger slut? You like my big black cock in your tight little cunt?"

The guards could be pretty rude at times but the Avengers knew that if anyone deserved to blow off some steam and really let loose it was these poor bastards. So Janet's response was to look over her shoulder and flash him a smile, "I love it! You fuck me so good! Your cock feels so good in my pussy!"

Sweaty human cock had never been to Carol's taste so she was quick to join the team and offer up a different hole with a playful glint in her eyes, "How about a different place to empty the big balls?"

She pointed at her pussy, arching an eyebrow with a smirk.

The guard's eyes traveled down to where her fingers indicated, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I'd love to," he said, his tone crass and unapologetically lewd. "But your pretty pussy is reserved for His Majesty. He doesn't like to share his favorite toys with the likes of us."

"Likes of us?" Carol murmured, her eyes locked on his as she ran her tongue along his cock. "Don't sell yourselves short. You guys are pretty special too." She winked and took him deep into her mouth once again, enthusiastically sucking his dick while pumping her hand up and down his shaft.

Carol felt a strange mix of emotions. She despised Mark with every fiber of her being, but the notion that she was set apart, held in special regard, brought an involuntary flush of flattery. While her friends were used like common whores, her own sex was reserved for the king, for his exclusive pleasure. It was a twisted concept but it resonated with something deep within her. She hated that Mark's superiority complex had wormed its way into her subconscious, but it had been hammered into her brain so many times that she couldn't deny its power.

Her ruminations were put on hold as he suddenly retrieved his cock and tilted her head back forcefully with one big hand to lay his thick slimy black shaft across her face.

“Of course, I can still use your slutty mouth and asshole all I want.”

It smelled too good. Sweaty, musky, and laced with mind control endorphins that made her legs weak with subservience. Grinning with drool leaking from her mouth as soon as she got a hearty whiff of this random guard’s meat. “You gonna fill up my tummy with your yummy cream?”

“Damn right I am.” He growled, scraping along her kissing lips before his hands grabbed her body, roughly maneuvering her how he wanted her. Her body bent down, her bottom raised high, legs spread wide. It was an awkward position, her legs straight, feet and hands in contact with the floor but she figured this poor guy was having the time of his life right now so she gamely maintained it. He gripped the delicate gold floss-like string of her thong, pulling it out of her crack with deliberate slowness. The thin fabric stretched taut across one of her buttocks, leaving both her holes exposed and ****.

Grabbing one of the many lube tubes left around and pouring it over her asshole, he rubbed it into the white woman’s starfish as his cock bobbed around below him. Gripping it like a club of angry purplish-black flesh, he began to rub it up and down the divot of her buttcrack before pushing into it, getting in almost instantly with no effort.

A loud moan escaped Carol's lips as he began to ram it home inside her ass. A sudden sharp movement happened to be rushing towards her and the guard crowed, “Haha, looks like I’m not the only one.”

Right… she was on designated toilet duty for the boys.

It had started with a complaint to the Markandan staff. Though the women enjoyed getting used by whoever wondered in, their small quarters were beginning to smell rather rank with how much the male Avengers were letting their semen spray wherever they wanted. The girls had hoped they could just get a more regular cleaner in to make it a bit more liveable, or at least more tissues, but Mark had sexier ideas.

Carol opened her mouth wide instinctively, suddenly finding Hawkeye’s cock ramming into her mouth and unleashing a small arrow shot of semen from his quivering quiver. The taste of Clint’s cum burning into her mind as she obediently swallowed his load. A tired and broken string of a cock limply placating itself in front of her as the archer walked off to either nap or get hard again. Crackpot theories always took a backseat to his self aggrandising lifestyle.

There was no time to complain though, as soon Carol was getting rammed into from behind by a black cock, with another white one rushing towards her open face.

“Ohh, th-thank you for your service, soldier…” Steve sighed as his balls unloaded their happy juice down Captain Marvel’s glugging throat. Like most men who use some form of steroids, Cap’s testicles had gone through the ringer from the super soldier serum. It made it an easier load to swallow, though it was sad the dreamy living legend couldn’t live up to the hype. Still, he was a good enough friend that Carol accepted the warmth in her stomach all the same.

Ever the sidekick, Falcon wasn’t far behind him. Almost having to tear Steve from the white woman’s mouth to fly his phallus down the woman’s mouth. Getting spit roasted by the two men made Carol excited, wishing she could fill her lonely pussy with something, feeling that eternal pull to Mark that all four of the women had felt for months now. Sam’s cum stuck to her throat, and she made sure to wrap her tongue around her colleague’s intrusive member to suck as much of his semen from his balls as she could.

The work of the toilet could go on all day, especially when the men had all this lovely eye candy to fap to.

But the real challenge was thundering his way towards her now. Broad shoulders and powerful muscles, with a girthy bounce to the upcoming challenge, Carol’s mouth went as wide as she could for the wanking god’s approach.

“Lady Carol… I do hope you’re still hungry for the Son of Odin’s seed!”

She looked up, seeing Thor’s orgasm overtake him with a roar of thunder echoing throughout Markanda. The people had gotten very used to the sound between Thor and Ororo’s many power driven climaxes. His brave face clenching up as his balls began blasting a bountiful bevy of baby batter down the blonde’s bulging gullet…

The image of her fellow Avengers orgasming did not cease once the memory drew to a close.

Still being impacted by Mark’s deep mining tool, Carol was greeted back to reality by a splattering salute of superhero semen and pussy discharge.

It was impossible to tell who had given in first, as to the blonde’s soon covered eyes, it was like they’d all given in at once. However, it wasn’t impossible to tell who had the biggest load.

Thor’s huge cock pulsed in his grip, each thick rope of semen launching with a **** that sent it arcing through the air. The first salvos had splattered across her face, creating long, dripping zigzags that traced down her throat and pooled in the hollow of her collarbone.

As he continued to fire, the volume of his load began to coat her chest, each pulse adding to the mess of creamy white against her skin. Carol’s eyes, already covered, squeezed shut as the relentless stream painted her in godly tribute.

The other Avengers, resembling a school time water pistol fight compared to Thor’s singular production, added to the mosaic of fluids. Their releases speckled her hips, spattered her breasts, and mingled with the divine deluge Thor provided. The stark contrast between the sheer volume of Thor’s load and the more modest contributions from his comrades was striking, but together they created an overwhelming scene of debasement.

Her female friends were no better. Carol wondered if they were as lost in their memories as she had been, as all three of the naked women were moaning Mark’s name while rubbing their thighs together. So much for honor amongst coworkers. Wasp looked ready to throw Carol off Mark for her own go, and Jessica had never looked more aroused.

No one was on her side. A truly lonesome existence, fighting for a people that didn’t want to be saved, with allies that would **** her to just a piece of meat and orgasm to her attempts to resist. The betrayal was palpable, the warmth of their cum a cruel reminder of her isolation.

All while her own mind told her to stop fighting back.

For all his evil, for all his repeated offenses over the months of her capture, Mark… had never been cruel. Not to her or anyone. He treated his subjects fairly, gave them food and shelter, and pleasure and entertainment. He wasn't some power hungry despot lording over his subjects, but a benevolent leader. That fact gnawed at her more than anything else about him. If he were just an evil tyrant she could hate him unreservedly and work towards her freedom with conviction, but his good deeds and warm treatment of her and her team made it so much more difficult. She could see why some of the X-Men had embraced him wholeheartedly, despite everything he had done to them. And if she were being honest with herself, she didn't really even WANT to escape anymore. It was just the principle of the matter. She couldn't let him win.

Was this mind control to believe the feelings she was experiencing? Splattered by failed semen, mocked by all around her, yet Mark’s thrusts into her pussy felt genuine. Felt raw. Almost a lifeline to sanity that was simultaneously driving her to madness. Through all the memories, he’d only ever treated her to mind blowing sex. A luxury so many Markandan women dreamed of, yet Carol got to experience once a week for so long.

“How cruel of you pesky Avengers,” The King tutted in his faux showman routine, “You’ve made my fuck toy all messy! Don’t worry, the Markandans have your back, Carol~” He chuckled, feeling him pulse with power in her pussy that clenched at her name. “Lick her up!”

The hero couldn’t see what was happening, but she could certainly feel it.

After a loud amount of shuffling, hot breaths and long licks started lapping at her body. What felt like ten to twelve tongues were lewdly cleaning her cum splattered body with little mercy to her convulsing whimpers. Carol couldn’t help but feel ticklish and sensitive to the Markandan ****. Mark may have stopped thrusting, but with her clenching pussy still burning in passion, the licks of the mind controlled populace felt so electrifying to her body. One woman even cleaning up Carol’s eyes of Thor’s batter with a probing eyelid kiss.

Letting the Captain’s vision return to the sight of a smiling King.

“There, that better?”

Another heart fluttering moment for the weakened warrior. His face, voice, and mannerisms were too nice. Such simple psychology tricks to make him higher in her heart, yet she could feel it working. She felt like the Avengers had betrayed her, yet this man was trying to make her feel welcome…

Surely there was someone other than Mark she could believe in? One ally that was hoping she’d be free from his clutches, rather than the world telling her to give up?

“Has… has anyone even attempted… to rescue us?”

Mark frowned, slowing just a bit to look at the nearly broken Marvel. “Emma? You want to field this one?”

Carol's heart dropped as she looked over her shoulder and saw Emma Frost still with a silky blonde head attached to her groin, except now both of her large pale breasts were out with her other lithe blonde barely clad lovers hungrily sucking on them, their firm asses thrust into the air with just the white floss of a g-string between them as they bent forward. The infamous White Queen moaned like a whore with every suckle of her tits and flick at her folds yet still somehow managed to speak clearly.

“Oh darling, trust a mutant when she says: Time always turns tragedy to apathy.” The bombshell was as equally frustrated as she was smirking at Carol, “In the first few months there were a few attempts. Wanda bitchslapped a spectral Strange, Namor sent a battalion of Atlanteans that Thor sent packing, and I hear that limp Reed was amassing an army, had our current ally Doom not been keeping him busy.” Hearing the names of those that had attempted gave Carol just a smidgen of hope, “But, rest assured, that was many, many months ago."

"Now much of the human world takes wicked enjoyment in seeing such mighty heroes debase themselves for their entertainment." The thought made Carol sick, but it felt undeniably true. She'd always had her detractors, particularly among the ignorant and male chauvinistic population, but her infamy had skyrocketed in recent times with many in that demographic viewing her as just some unworthy super sex symbol rather than the woman who'd saved them all numerous times before.

"The Avengers, and you in particular as Captain Marvel, are truly popular in the broader populace. Few want to see you free after the fun you've had."

Carol's blood ran cold. The thought of those who admired her and the Avengers being happy in their enslavement was just too much but she could see it.

Across the internet, the scenes would play out in a macabre symphony of schadenfreude. Those who thrived on the misfortune of others would revel in the sight of Earth's Mightiest brought low. Alt-right trolls, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of satisfaction, would take particular pleasure in Captain Marvel's predicament. The very symbol of female empowerment, the woman who defied expectations and shattered glass ceilings, was now reduced to a whimpering plaything. For them, it would be a twisted validation, a perverse affirmation of their deeply held misogynistic beliefs.

But to the masses, the truth was irrelevant. The image that burned into their minds was one of absolute dominance, a powerful heroine brought low by the superior power of a mutant ruler. Mark's strategy, as always, was two-fold: sow discord and create a perverse spectacle.

For some, the lewd broadcasts would spark outrage. Public pronouncements condemning Mark's barbarity echoed across the globe, a performance of righteous indignation. Yet, behind closed doors, in the privacy of their own bathroom stalls and bedrooms, smartphones would flicker to life, a secret rendezvous with the forbidden. The "outraged" would became closet voyeurs, seeking solace and a twisted thrill from the endless stream of Markandan pornography in which mutants and superheroes alike performed obscene acts for their pleasure.

Yet even they would be complicit in Mark's grand scheme, spreading the word and contributing to his twisted plan.

And so it was that Captain Marvel's fate was sealed, her popularity - and that of the Avengers - sunk irrevocably into the mire of lust and depravity. And though she may not have realized it at the time, in a very real sense Carol had been replaced by an alternate version of herself, a new Captain Marvel who reveled in submissive degradation and eager sluttery. This was the legacy that would be left behind: a shameless slut and obedient whore for mutant cocks.

“A new Avengers team has started up.” Emma was saying, her smug expression communicating her awareness of every one of Carol’s thoughts, “The US has officially given up on you all, saying Markanda is too much of a threat to attack, restricting access to any army or superhero wanting to take on our King. Memes are constantly shared around on your repeated failures once everyone got used to seeing you all blissfully fall to Mark for the upteenth time. We’re getting less and less viewers on such streams. And the average idiot on the street barely even remember Captain Marvel as anything more than a wanton whore.”

Months…? They’d left her here for so long… no attempt to rescue The Avengers at all?

A hand found her sweaty face, dragging her to look right into the passionate eyes of Mark.

“It’ll be nice when you stop resisting,” said a surprisingly humble Mark, “People call you a bitch, but I’ve seen the cute, hard-working, slutty love machine underneath it all. You’re not just a bitch, you’re my bitch, Carol Danvers. And I’d be happy to add you to my harem, permanently.”

The man that had ruined her life, ruined so many lives, gently brought her head closer to hers… and she returned the kiss.

One last trip down memory lane…

“I love you, Mark Williams.”

She felt herself truly mean the words. A feeling of honesty and completeness in her heart when she’d finally had the courage to speak her truth.

The pair were lounging in his bed in the early hours of the morning, his other conquests asleep, meaning she could share this quiet tender moment with her master. She curled around his side. Sun beams stroking their bodies, making him look like the golden king she knew he was.

“I love you so goddamn much. It hurts how much I love you. I never knew how meaningless my life was until… until…”

Her tears of joy overwhelmed her, mixed with the sad knowledge she had years of her existence she could have spent loving him more. All Mark did was gently cup her moist face and bring her up for a passionate kiss.

A feeling of pure, heavenly bliss overwhelmed Carol. Better than any feeling, any relationship, any moment of her life. Nothing compared to when she’d loved Mark, and he’d loved her back.

“MMAAARRRRRRRRKKKKKKK!!!!!”

Her flashback had only lasted seconds, but it had officially, one hundred percent, broken her.

Carol just couldn’t justify fighting any more. The reward for giving in was a happiness unrivaled, both in the moment for her climax, and love for all eternity.

Mark actually flinched a little as Carol’s body erupted into energy. A blinding light of pure power overtook her form, as the Binary mode of her abilities shone brightly into view. There was a worry to many that this was her breaking free. Carol had managed to overcome her mind bending and was now powered up to take on the entire palace…

But then it was clear. While usually representing burning hope in her pure energy form, currently she was saluting at the camera with a wide grin on her face.

“I, Carol Danvers, formerly Ms. Marvel, formerly Captain Marvel, herby declare my submission to the King of Markanda. I renounce my positions in SWORD, SHIELD, The Avengers, and The Ultimates. My duty is now to serve my master, Mark Williams, and its people as their protector, Captain Concubine. I dedicate my life, my womb, and my strength, all to this cause. Markanda Forever!”

Perhaps she still represented hope, but not for those outside of the master’s walls anymore. The Markandan people could now see her as a true hero, dedicated to their King, as all should be.

The glowing woman flew slowly down, like a deity from on high, blessing herself with the gift of Mark’s cock. If there was any doubt in anyone’s mind, it was removed when Carol floated straight to the floor to prostrate herself before the King. Such power curled up into a ball, hands on the floor, forehead resting on those hands, while her ample glowing rear wiggled behind her. She could not look more under his control, with Mark’s cock looming over her looking even more imposing than usual thanks to the superheroine’s submission.

“Rise, Captain Concubine.” Mark sneered, “I still have to flood your womb with cum.”

Carol did not hesitate to follow orders, rising from the floor like a puppet on a string, “Yes, Master. I am blessed you have chosen me this day.”

Having psychics around always helped with choosing a position without having to verbally say anything. It made Mark look even stronger as the naked glowstick leapt into his arms, pressing her flaming tits into his chest as they sloppily made out. Her strong hands wrapping around him, keeping him close, while his non glowing form stood strong like a mountain and dominated her.

Captain Marvel's Infinity Stone-enhanced vagina, rumored to be capable of unimaginable feats, stretched impossibly wide, engulfing the King's monstrous member in one swift, fluid motion. It was as if it were devouring a human arm whole. Swallowing the entire shaft, taking it to the hilt, she locked eyes with the camera, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips.

"Higher, further, faster, baby," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling confidence that sent shivers down the spines of viewers worldwide. Was this truly the hero they once knew? Or had she been a wolf in sheep's clothing all along?

The internet erupted in a cacophony of theories. The ease with which she accommodated the King's appendage fueled speculation – was she a mutant herself, her powers previously unknown? Had she been a sleeper agent, subtly manipulating the Avengers from within? The line between reality and Markandan propaganda blurred, leaving the world to grapple with a horrifying truth – Captain Marvel, the symbol of hope, could be so easily turned into a tool of pleasure, her very essence twisted to serve the whims of a mutant overlord. The world watched, transfixed by the spectacle, as the once-mighty Avengers dangled above them, a silent audience to their fallen comrade's descent into depravity.

Soon Carol’s pussy wasn’t just burning with energy on the outside. Her glowing slit eating Mark’s fleshy member with gusto, sliding up and down the girth while her juices flowed happily across the marble floors.

“Ahhh! Ohh god, Master! Fffuck! Ohh FUUCKKK!” She moaned, loudly and proudly, spearing herself over and over again while trying to keep her tongue in his mouth. Nothing else mattered but pleasing him. She made sure to clench her pussy as hard as she could to give the best possible experience to her King. He deserved to be basking in pleasure at every moment of the day, and it was currently her chance to give him that bliss. To prove her worth to Markanda.

Final submissions always got the crowd hot and horny.

So many council members were nearing their own climaxes now. Something about Mark conquering a heroine had been sewed into their minds deep as a point of true bliss. Humping their hands, over using their own fuck toys, matching Mark’s rhythms as he moulded Captain Marvel to his whims.

The Markandans were in a similar state of masturbatory bliss. So many quick shot cumshots started to spread through the crowd.

Even The Avengers were getting hard again.