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If there was anyone worthy of calling themselves the most powerful human in the universe, it was Carol Danvers. From the moment she was inadvertently imbued with the power of an Infinity Stone, she’d gained the strength to lay waste to entire cities if she were so inclined, and her skill and control over her cosmic power had only increased over her decades of experience. She’d destroyed flagships in a single attack, saved millions of lives across hundreds of planets, and even briefly held her own in a fistfight with the Mad Titan Thanos.
“You missed a spot in front of the southeast transmat, servant girl. Go back and correct your mistake immediately, and I may consider not adding another solar cycle to your belt timer.”
She had to admit, though, anyone who looked at her right now could be forgiven for not realizing just how powerful she was. After all, why would someone who could wipe out an entire Kree fleet in a matter of seconds be working as a latex-clad bondage maid in a palace on some backwater planet?
Grumbling into the phallic rubber insert within her gag, Carol slowly turned and began walking toward the indicated area of the foyer, her bound hands tightly gripping the handle of her vacuum cleaner as she struggled to keep her balance. She’d only recently gotten the hang of walking in the rubber ballet boots she was forced to wear, and her mistress had taken her newfound proficiency as grounds to add a short hobble chain to her uniform, “just to keep you attentive”.
Some might assume that someone had done something to steal away her powers - and she deeply wished that were the case. No, she was still fully capable of leveling mountains with her bare hands and firing devastating beams of concentrated energy. In theory, there was nothing stopping her from tearing off her flimsy restraints and pulverizing her captors into space dust before they could blink.
But in practice, Carol knew all too well that none of her abilities would be enough to save her from her current predicament.
It had all started with a distress signal she’d picked up from the peaceful, little-known planet of Catilea. According to the message, a tyrannical Catilean calling herself Queen Herrazas had violently overthrown the ruling government and seized control for herself. Her loyal soldiers, armed with mysterious technology leaps and bounds above anything the Catileans had ever seen, were already hard at work rooting out dissidents, and any attempt at a resistance movement was crushed almost as soon as it began.
Carol hadn’t thought much of it at first - it would hardly be the first planet where she’d helped depose a corrupt ruler, after all. Once she’d landed on the planet, it had taken her less than a single day to fight her way through the self-proclaimed Queen’s army and confront her in person atop her grand palace.
Unfortunately, that had been when Herrazas revealed her trump card. Her soldiers had buried powerful bombs beneath the twenty most populous cities on Catilea, and she held the detonator in her hand. Unless Carol submitted to her and agreed to become her personal serving girl, more than three-quarters of Catilea’s population would be snuffed out with the press of a button.
For what must have been the millionth time since her captivity began, Carol cursed herself for being so impulsive. If she’d been thinking a bit more clearly, she might have been able to talk the Queen down, or found a way to steal the detonator before she could press it, or anything besides what she’d done!
But unfortunately, for all her power, not even Captain Marvel could change the past. Riding high off her effortless victory over the Queen’s army, Carol had surrendered and allowed Herrazas to restrain her. Her plan had been to wait until the Queen lowered her guard, then shatter her bonds and seize the detonator while her would-be captor was too shocked to react. Not even the Kree, one of the most technologically advanced races in the universe, had been able to completely disable her powers. What chance did this random wannabe conqueror from some podunk planet have?
As it turned out, she had a very good chance indeed. With just a few well-placed pieces of bleeding-edge technology, Herrazas had ensured Carol would never be able to so much as think of using her powers to escape.
The centerpiece of her restraints was the computerized collar around her neck. As long as she wore it, every fleeting thought that crossed her mind was scanned and transmitted to the lacy headband that adorned her head. Despite its frilly looks, the headband contained a computer that could decipher her brainwave data, analyze it for any sign she was attempting to disobey Herrazas or free herself, and then trigger the appropriate features of the paper-thin blue bands wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
Over the past few months, Carol had come to regard those damned bands as the bane of her existence. If she tried to attack Herrazas or tear off her restraints, they’d emit a kinetic neutralization field that would render her completely incapable of exerting any force. Herrazas had personally demonstrated that feature on the first day of Carol’s enslavement, allowing the furious heroine to attack her with everything she had for an hour straight.
By the end of the hour, she hadn’t even managed to ruffle Herrazas’s robes.
Her other powers had been similarly hamstrung. If she tried to fire an energy blast, a proportionally-sized portal would open mere millimeters from her skin, harmlessly diverting the beam into deep space. If she tried to fly away from Herrazas’s palace, a much larger portal would instantly deposit her right back in the palace dungeons to await her punishment.
Punishment. Now that had been one hell of a shock for her. The first time, Carol had laughed out loud at the idea that Herrazas could possibly punish her. Unless the Queen was keeping a spare Power Stone in her back pocket, there was no possible way she could strike Carol hard enough to hurt her.
Unfortunately, she’d soon learned that pleasure, when properly applied, could be just as agonizing as pain.
After her first escape attempt, Queen Herrazas had personally fitted her with a computerized chastity belt equipped with a pair of built-in vibrating dildos. From that moment on, Carol’s life had turned into a hell of constant arousal. Day in, day out, the dildos buzzed softly within her, just enough to keep her permanently horny without overwhelming her to the point where she’d be unable to perform her duties.
Only once the timer on the belt ran out would the vibrators speed up enough to let her cum, after which it would reset itself for seven Catilean days. And as Carol had learned, any sort of disobedience or disrespect would see the date of her next release postponed even longer.
And so, after weeks of resistance, the once-proud heroine had begun to serve Queen Herrazas as a dutiful maid would, her hopes of escape or rebellion thoroughly crushed. Every morning, she would wake up at the crack of dawn in the tiny prison cell Herrazas forced her to sleep in, change into her latex maid uniform and matching apron, and apply whatever additional accessories her cruel mistress felt like making her wear that day.
Today, she had been tasked with vacuuming the entire palace from top to bottom, and had thus been granted fairly light restraints. In addition to a latex muzzle gag, ballet boots, and ankle cuffs, her wrists and elbows were both bound in front of her with two coils of soft white rope, allowing her to awkwardly push the vacuum around as she walked.
After roughly a minute of staggered steps, Carol finally reached the tiny speck of dirt she’d missed the first time around, sweeping it up with a quick back-and-forth push of the vacuum.
“That’s more like it, servant girl,” Queen Herrazas’s cold, emotionless voice crackled through the speaker built into her collar. “You’re becoming more and more obedient with every solar cycle, aren’t you? Not that long ago, it would have taken at least three prompts before you would even consider going back to complete your duties.”
Carol’s cheeks burned bright red at her captor’s mocking praise. The second she found a way to remove these bands, she was going to punt that orange-skinned bitch all the way to-
“Unfortunately, you still need training. Grumbling at a simple reprimand is disrespect unbecoming of my personal servant girl, and the fact that you believed I wouldn’t notice is an insult to my capabilities. Three solar cycles have been added to your timer, and you should give thanks that I was merciful enough not to add any more for such flagrant insubordination.”
The litany of muffled curses that escaped Carol’s gag only succeeded in adding another two weeks to her timer.
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