Reparations.

Carol Danvers the magnificent Captain Marvel won the last poll. 

Set soon after her debut movie, Carol is injured whilst escorting the skrull refugees away from earth and the kree's reach. Nursed back to health by a trio of motherly skrulls, she finds that being a subservient whore to skrulls is far more fun than fighting them.

-o-o-o-

“Do you see the problem Danvers?”

“Coming up on it now, looks like a simple fix.”

Carol Danvers floated through the vacuum of space bathed in golden light, her hair floating lazily behind her as she came alongside Mar’Vell’s lab. The dull gunmetal hull of the immense ship was pockmarked with impact craters the size of her fist and one or two meteors were still embedded in the metal.

She and her skrull protectees had made it to the edge of the solar system without any trouble, but an unexpected comet passing by had shifted the wall of space-debris that ringed the system, sending thousands of micro asteroids crashing into the lab. The shields had taken care of all the large threats, but thanks to lousy calibration, anything smaller than a tennis ball had been free to come smashing into the ship.

Carol opened a dented panel and scowled at the tangle of wires inside. “A lot of rewiring to do, I’ll try to re-route the power to a different junction and leave the hard work for one of your engineers.”

“The kree never trained you to maintain a ship?” Talos’ voice came through her comm.

“I was a soldier; my job was to blow up what they told me to.” Carol sighed, “Fixing stuff was for the technical caste.”

Carol plucked a tube the size of a battery out of the panel and brushed it off. What she said wasn’t entirely true, she’d had to maintain her weapons and armour, had to run courses of field mechanics, but starship engineering was beyond her. With luck she could get the shields back up and they could get on their way, but there was about a fifty-fifty chance she’d end up getting yelled at by one of the skrulls for plugging something in upside-down.

She sighed and tapped at the component with her multi-tool, opening its casing and playing about with the wires inside. A flash of movement caught her eye and she glanced up. There were more than a few windows along the lab’s hull, looking out onto the vacuum of space. The thing about windows in space was you never expected anyone to be looking back in at you.

Carol froze as she laid eyes on three gorgeous, curvy, half-naked skrull women. They were in their quarters, minding their own business, undressing their beautiful bodies without a care in the world. She watched, wide-eyed, as the middle of the three tugged her shirt over her head, the perfect green orbs of her breasts falling free. She gave herself an affectionate squeeze and turned and bent over. The plump emerald peach of her ass made Carol want to smash through the window and bury her face in those buns. She bit her lip as the woman slipped her thumbs through her underwear, the soft black cotton splitting her doughy cheeks, and sliding them down her thick thighs to her ankles.

The skrull on her left clearly approved of the show as well, nibbling on a finger as her curvier friend stripped down. She was taller and leaner, built like a runner with long, long legs and cute little breasts. She laughed at her friend and tugged her shirt off too, arcing her back and showing off her abs and the elegant curve of her chest. She stroked a hand down her toned belly and shed her shorts, revealing a neat hairless cunt and thighs as toned as her belly.

The third skrull was taller than the other two and a combination of their frames. Whilst one of her friends was lithe and muscular and the other was curvy and soft, she was built like an amazon, with bulging biceps and rippling abs coupled with immense fat tits and a truly gorgeous ass. She shyly covered her breasts with an arm as her shirt was discarded, the strong muscle of her forearm squishing into the massive orb of fatty flesh. Watching her try to tug down her pants with only one arm was a delight, seeing her udders jiggle and shake with every awkward jostling movement until finally she gave up and yanked her pants down with both hands, her massive tits swinging free.

The trio of jade-skinned milfs were laughing and grinning with one another, lounging in their quarters naked, by the time Carol came to her senses. She shook her head and swallowed, trying to fight the blush that had spread over her cheeks. The little tube had floated out of her grasp as she perved on the women, she zipped over to it and snatched it up before it could be lost in the expanse of space.

“Ok Talos, I’ve re-routed the power, should be fine to raise the shields now.” she said, fitting it back into its slot and welding the panel shut with a blast from her finger.

“Great, get back in and we’ll get moving.”

“On my…w… way.” Carol stammered, turning to see the three skrull women grinning and waving to her. The first had her lovely mature breasts pressed to the glass as she winked, the second was grinding her toned rear against it with a coquettish grin. She blew a kiss over her shoulder as the third, shy skrull waved nervously, bringing her hands away from her massive breasts and biting her lip.

Carol was so stunned she didn’t see the flash of the meteor hurtling towards her until it was too late.

-o-o-o-

“Ow.”

“Ah, you’ll be fine, you big baby.” The skrull nurse grunted, poking at Carol’s forehead sharply with a scanner before moving away. “The wound is all healed, but I’m putting you on three days bed-rest just to be safe. An impact to the skull like that is bad no matter how powerful you are.”

“Still hurts like hell.” Carol grunted, rubbing her head where the golf-ball of cosmic ice had hit her at Mach ten, leaving a nasty headwound and an unconscious superhero floating in space. She felt exhausted and heavy, barely able to move thanks to the painkillers rushing through her system.

“You’re lucky it didn’t kill you,” the nurse sniffed. “You’re tough for a kree.”

“I’m not a kree,” Carol muttered. “What am I supposed to do stuck in bed for three days?”

“A few of the women volunteered to babysit you,” the nurse shrugged. “They’ll take care of your meals and whatever else you need.”

“I can manage on my own,” Carol scowled.

“Mhmm.” There was a soft chime at the door and the nurse glanced up, “Ah, this’ll be them now.”

The door slid open and three skrull women stepped into the room, smiling at Carol, who was suddenly very, very red, recognising all them even though they were wearing clothes this time.

-o-o-o-

Carol trembled as she heard the door to her room slid open, and the soft padding of bare feet on the metal floor. She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation, biting her lip as a hand slipped over her thigh.

“I know you’re still awake, pet.” Aranke’s soft voice purred. “You can’t trick me so easily.”

“P… please… Aranke…” Carol whimpered, “I’m tired.”

“What did I tell you?” the curvy leader of her new skrull owners asked sternly, her green fingers tightening on Carol’s hair.

“I… I’m sorry…” The once proud and powerful superhero croaked. “M… mommy.”

“Good girl.” Aranke smiled, her violet eyes flashing with lust. Her clothes shimmered and melted away; illusions of modesty conjured by Aranke’s shapeshifting. Carol swallowed as she saw her ‘mommy’ in all her naked glory, mature green curves soft and supple, breasts fat and round, her cunt headed by a thick crown of black curls.

Without a word Aranke climbed onto the bed and mounted Carol’s blushing face, her slit, already warm and wet, pressing snug to the human’s lips. “Get to work then, pet. Be a good girl.”

It had been two weeks since Carol’s mandated bed-rest had ended, but the trio of skrulls hadn’t let her out of their clutches so easily. Carol had spent three days as a helpless fucktoy of the women, her body nothing but a plaything for their amusement. Whatever shame Carol Danvers had once been capable of feeling had been thoroughly destroyed by the three-day fuckfest, her mind was thoroughly whipped into submission by her new ‘mommies’, and her body was, to her mind, only really useful for pleasing them.

Without any resistance the most powerful woman in the galaxy began to greedily devour her owner’s pussy, pink tongue slurping back and forth over the slick emerald petals pressed to her chin. Coarse curls tickled her nose as she worked at Aranke, but she didn’t mind, she’d been well trained to love the skrulls who had taken her to be their plaything.

Strong, slender fingers toyed with her hair as she lapped and wriggled her tongue against Aranke, low coos and purrs of arousal coming from the skrull.

“Well Aranke, funny meeting you here.”

Carol’s eyes opened to see Aranke grinned, looking over her shoulder to the newcomer. “Ah, Karane, Olekte, Good evening!”

“Having fun?” Karane asked with a smirk, stepping into Carol’s sightline and kissing Aranke’s cheek. She was the tallest and leanest of the group, cruelly sadistic and especially fond of humiliating her new pet whenever she could. “Ah Carol, you never look better than when you’re eating out a cunt.”

Carol whined as the thin skrull slipped her neatly clipped nails down her belly to the shaven patch of gold that grew above her own womanhood. Another hand squeezed her breast and Olekte appeared, a naked wall of green muscle topped with a shy smile.

“Mhhm, Olekte, would you like to go first with her?” Aranke asked, grinding her hips against Carol as the hero continued to please her.

“That’d be nice.” Olekte said quietly, brushing some silky hair out of her blushing face, “M…may I please lube up?”

“Of course, let me get out of your way.”

Aranke rose and shuffled to Carol’s side, kneeling beside her panting face and smiling as the larger skrull shuffled into position on the blonde’s other side. In unison, both milfs began to breathe heavily and groan, their clits pulsing and swelling until two thick, heavy, emerald-green cocks were draped over Carol’s face.

“You know what to do, pet.”

Carol nodded, cheeks flushed cherry-red, and opened her mouth. Her tongue slathered over Aranke’s cock before moving onto Olekte’s pillar of shape-shifted meat. The blonde had become quite a skilled cocksucker for a lesbian, when Karane had first shoved her prick down the hero’s gullet she’d damn near choked. A few weeks and daily sessions of being mouthraped later, Carol was a cocksucking pro, skilfully milking her mistresses of their cum whenever she was commanded to.

A gasp exploded from Carol’s lips as a tongue found her petals, her thighs spread wide so that Karane could get her ready for the evening’s fun. The moment she stopped pleasing her skrull owners their gentleness vanished, Aranke’s hand slapped Carol sharply on the cheek. The hero squeaked and hurried to slurp her way up and down both cocks in front of her, fearing both further punishment and the pain of having either one of them forced into her holes without her spit to lube it.

It didn’t take long to complete her task, only a minute or so before both monstrous green towers of cockmeat were dripping wet with her spit. Aranke slapped her length against Carol’s forehead with a chuckle before moving aside so that Olekte could have her fun.

Wet gurgles and spluttering sounds began to fill the room as the amazonian skrull pounded her hips against Carol’s sopping lips, spit and precum oozing from the hero’s cheeks onto the bed. The blonde barely made a sound as her pussy was thrust full of skrull meat as well, her eyes rolling in her head as Aranke forced herself to the hilt in her womanhood.

Even as she gargled skrull cock on the brink of passing out, Carol would have pleaded for more had she been able. She loved her mommies, she loved how they treated her. She loved the taste of skrull cum and the shame of being used as a cheap fuckhole. Even as tears of pain and humiliation welled in her unfocussed eyes, Karane forcing her cock snug into her cunt alongside Aranke’s, she felt total tranquillity, happy to know she was right where she belonged.

As usual the skrulls’ stamina lasted well into the night, Carol’s body smeared and pumped full of enough cum she knew in her heart she must have been impregnated. Karane and Aranke kissed as they blew their loads together, two steaming-hot gushes of yellow seed flooding her poor conquered cunt.

A truly pathetic gurgle escaped Carol’s gaping mouth as Olekte’s cum pumped down her throat, followed by a meek whine as the skrull slowly tugged her throbbing pillar of cockmeat out of her gullet, leaving her to pant and ooze in broken bliss. “P… please… more.”

A spit-smeared cock smacked against her cheek and was dragged over her face, leaving a trail of pale yellow spunk over her blushing flesh. “Now then Carol, what did I tell you?” Aranke tutted, taking a fistful of golden hair and yanking it painfully so that Carol’s nose pressed against Oletke’s dark green cockhead.

“Please… mommy.” Carol mewed, her nostrils filled with the scent of skrull spunk, her shameful new addiction. “Will you… fuck my… face more.” The older skrull chuckled and patted her scalp before slapping her sharply on the lips with her own cock.

The skrulls laughed cruelly as three throbbing emerald lengths were pressed against Carol’s cum-licked face, hearing the one-time hero whimpered with need.

“Tell us what you are.” Karane teased. “Say what you know is the truth.”

“I… I’m… I’m a whore.” Carol whined, staring pleadingly up at the three older skrulls draping their cocks over her face. “I’m a… fucking… slut… for your superior skrull cocks.”

“Good girl.” Aranke beamed, thrusting her hips forwards and forcing her cock down Carol’s throat.

“Stupid kree bitch.” Karane chuckled, hooking her fingers into Carol’s mouth and forcing her lips wide enough to fit her own cock into the drooling fuck-hole.

“A… at least she knows her place.” Olekte stammered, moving behind the blonde and tugging her hair out of her face so her friends could see their prey blush and splutter helplessly.

Carol groaned quietly, nose drinking in the scent of Skrull cock as her throat was stretched by two emerald poles. Her cunt pulsed and oozed her arousal as she was throatfucked. 

Olekte was right, she did know her place.

It was right here, being an obedient whore for her mommies like the good little kree slut she was.

If she had been able, Carol would have smiled, instead she simply squirted her orgasm over her sheets and gurgled, throating skrull cock with nothing but delight in her mind.