Introduction:
I don’t own anything CAPTAIN MARVEL or MARVEL related. This fiction was made without pay, compensation, or profit, for your perverse enjoyment.
“Superhero. The slut was one of those Avengers type.”
– and there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do. She landed in the desert, and there was Yon-Rogg standing before his crashed Kree escape vessel.
“No shit, yeah?”
“Yup. Bitch got what was coming to her, you ask me. She’s been in this coma for five years. Been three since Stark last came to visit.”
Carol could faintly hear the voices that didn’t belong in this memory as Yon-Rogg sheathed his pistol and started to shout at her to prove that she had come so far and to fight him without her powers.
“Fuck, I aint gunna mess with Stark, he finds out we -“
“Naw, don’t worry. I’ve been doing this for two years, hundreds of times. It’s a thousand dollars a fuck.”
“What the shit, aint no pussy worth that much.”
“It’s superhero pussy, so pay up or get the fuck out.”
“Fine. Here you go.”
Deep in her coma dream, Carol thought she could hear the rustling of paper money, but that wasn’t right. There wasn’t any money at her fight in her memory with Yon-Rogg in the desert. In her real history, Carol lifted her arm and blasted Yon-Rogg fifty feet back into a rock, but in her dream-memory all that happened when Carol lifted her arm to blast her mentor was…nothing. Her arm stayed at it’s side, and wouldn’t lift when she told it to. There was no blast from her arm, no surge of cosmic power.
“Right. That’s all of it. Alright. The only rule is don’t leave any marks. No bruises, no love bites, no mess, no nothing. I can’t cover that up from the other orderlies. We clear on the rule?”
“Yeah, crystal.”
In her dream, Yon-Rogg advanced on Carol, who felt a terror of emptiness in her stomach as she remained rooted to the ground. She didn’t have her powers, but still she was a capable fighter. She tried to lift her arms to block the incoming blow, but they didn’t respond to her commands. With terrible ease, she was knocked to the dusty sand.
“I’ll be back in half an hour. Be done by then.”
The nightmare playing in Carol’s mind was endless. She was on the dusty, dirty ground of the desert and he was on top of her, and his strong hands were tearing away at her Kree space suit. Yon-Rogg’s face was over Carol’s and there was a stale taste of beer on his breath as he rasped out to her mouth.
“My fucking brother and dad died when you cunts couldn’t stop Thanos, supercunt. You deserve this, and more. You are the hottest chick I ever fucked, and you gunna get it hard.”
What was Yon-Rogg talking about? Wait, and the taste of beer on his breath? That wasn’t right. Why did the sand of the desert feel so…soft, and comfortable?
Then Yon-Rogg forced himself between her legs and with barely a preamble of jerking his cock to hardness, thrust his thick dick straight into the limp, unmoving body of Captain Marvel. Though she wasn’t really Captain Marvel any more, was she? She was just Carol Danvers, a powerless girl in the desert, getting fucked by her mentor. She tried to lift her arms, to move her legs, to fight. She couldn’t do any of that and she wasn’t sure why. All she could do was lay there on the ground, and take what Yon-Rogg was giving her. Thrust after thrust of his powerful cock drove her limp body down into the desert, scraping her back bloody against the soft cotton bedsheets.
Bedsheets? No, it should be coarse sand and rocks, not the soft sheets of…a bed?
“Oh fuck, you bitch, here it comes…!”
She couldn’t do anything but lay on the desert limply, not moving a single muscle as Yon-Rogg leaned down and kissed her mouth hard, his beard scratching at Carol’s face. He muffled his moan of orgasm right into her mouth as he flooded her cunt with a load of his hot sperm.
Beard? Carol could hear some laughing, then Yon-Rogg crawled off of her and she was alone in the desert, staring up at the stars she longed to fly to. She could feel the cum leak from her abused cunt and her arms and legs still weren’t moving when she tried to use them. With nothing more to do Carol closed her eyes, hoping the nightmare had finally came to an end.
Carol Danvers dreamed of flying again, and falling.
When she opened them again she wasn’t in the desert, she wasn’t flying, she wasn’t falling and screaming for help. She was staring at the tiled ceiling of a hospital room, dazed and confused. She wondered if she was still dreaming, so she lifted her arm to touch her face. It moved, to her great relief, but was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
She stared at her emaciated weakened arm; gone was all the years of muscle definition she had worked so hard to build. With a budding worry, she took that hand and threw off the blanket covering her, and saw the same atrophy had happened to her legs. Gone were the toned and beautiful leg muscles, the envy of every woman and the lust of every man who saw her in her skin-tight uniform. She turned slightly, gradually sitting up on the bed and tried to stand.
Her legs gave out immediately and she crumpled to the linoleum floor of the hospital with a loud thud. She tried to raise herself, but didn’t even have the strength for that task. With dawning realization of what the rest of her life would be, Carol Danvers started to cry. Big sobbing wretched tears of sadness for what she’d lost, and wishing she had died.
That was how the orderlies had found her when they rushed in to check on her after the loud noise. They helped Carol back onto the bed, but couldn’t console her struggles. They eventually had to give her an injection to calm her down, letting Carold drift off to a restless, and much shorter, sleep.
When Carol opened her eyes next, she wasn’t alone in the room. A beautiful redheaded woman sat in a chair next to the bed, primly poised and watching her. She gave a warm smile to Carol, then moved closer to the bed.
“Captain, I’m glad you’re awake. I’m Pepper Potts. We didn’t get the chance to meet, but I was Tony’s wife.”
Carol tried to form words, to speak, but there was some sort of mental block inside of her mouth. Pepper could see she was struggling, and she grasped her hand gently and caringly.
“Don’t try to speak. You’ve been in a coma five years. Your power is gone, and so is Wanda’s. It looks like forever, Tony couldn’t find a way to give them back to you. The Infinity Stones – “
Pepper’s eyes started to water here, and she dabbed them quickly before continuing.
” – they were destroyed the day you fell. “
Carol could feel an icy void expand in her heart, but she did her best to maintain a stoic expression.
“Thano…”
“Sssh, don’t try to talk Carol.”
Pepper smoothed Carol’s long, long blond hair and smiled down at her, “He’s dead. Tony…Tony sacrificed himself to defeat him. You’re safe, the world is safe, the universe is safe.”
Carol felt the cold turn to bitterness. Safe maybe, but she wouldn’t be the one to keep it that way.
“Our friends in Wakanda managed to heal you, but they couldn’t do much more because of the problems they were going through because the Royal Family got blipped away. I’m sorry, but you have a lot of physiotherapy to do before you can leave, Carol.”
Pepper’s fingers slipped from Carol’s body, “As thanks for saving my husband’s life, don’t worry about any bills. But…it hurts too much to see you, Carol. I won’t be around any more. You’ll be set up with money for the rest of your life, you don’t need to worry about that.”
Carol sunk down into the bed as Pepper called for the nurses to check Carol over now that she had awoken. It was a very long day as the Doctors gave her tests and took samples. It didn’t get easier over the next few months as Carol slowly learned to use her arms and legs again. She might not have the power she used to have from the Space Stone, but she was determined to not be useless. It ate at her that the Avengers managed to beat Thanos without her and that she wasn’t there at the time she was most needed. This bitterness drove her to work harder, make good progress.
Every night though, Carol Danvers cried and dreamed of flying.
Only once did Carol have any other visitors, and it was Monica Rambeau. It hurt Carol terribly, but she couldn’t let her old friend see her like this, so she pretended to be deep asleep and her old partner quickly left. After, she asked the nurses to not let any other visitors in.
Sometimes her dreams of flying would turn to ones of an oppressive weight on her body and a thick fullness inside of her vagina as she was fucked by some nightmare monster. She wasn’t sure where those dreams came from; to her they were just manifestations of her nightmares born of the weakness due to her losing her powers and feeling weak. Carol Danvers had no clue then that she had been whored out as an unwilling whore hundreds of times over the length of her coma.
It took most of the year for her to make enough progress on her therapy that she could walk again by herself, but she was a shadow of herself. Even before gaining powers, Carol Danvers was a strong and confident pilot. That was all gone, and she was hardly more than meek skin and bones now. Six years after Captain Marvel fell from the sky and died, Carol Danvers emerged back into the world a new woman.
Carol stared up at the perfect blue sky. She knew it was stupid, but a bit of hope still coiled in her stomach. She clenched her fist and willed her binary form out from deep within her soul.
The last of her hope died when nothing happened.
She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her blonde hair and covered her eyes in black sunglasses. She didn’t know what she would do now, but she would have to find out now like the rest of the world – without powers, and even weaker than the average woman.
