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Carol Danvers' morning started off great. She woke up with her face planted firmly in her dominant fiancée's rear, the result of a bet she'd purposely lost the night before.

Problem was, Valkyrie wouldn't stop teasing her for losing the bet, so they made a new one. Carol was eager to wipe that cocky smile off the woman's face, but before long was left dangling by her Star Wars pajama shorts.

They made a final bet once those had ripped, and Carol once again lost. She really didn't love the consequence.

Tap. Tap.

"You're not serious. I can't wear this for an entire week."

"You can, and you will. A bet's a bet, and it's one you lost fair and square."

Carol was now doomed to seven days without an orgasm, her pussy locked away behind a cold metal chastity belt. Her face was a bright red, the woman used to subbing, but not to being totally under someone else's control for more than just a fun night.

"Well... then I'm not getting you off for a week either."

Valkyrie just locked eyes with Carol and raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so? Well perhaps I'll accidentally flush the key..."

Carol bit her lip, not liking that idea at all.

"Forget I said anything."

Valkyrie chuckled.

"Too late. I'm taking that comment out on your ass later."

The door suddenly opened without warning, Sif entering the cabin...

"My King. I need to know-"

...before freezing up at the sight of Valkyrie, wearing nothing but a pair of black boyshorts with Asgardian symbols carved of them, and Carol, who was a little more dressed but just barely, wearing a long plain T-shirt that stopped just above her chastity belt.

Carol was instantly embarrassed, moving her hands to cover the humiliating belt. Valkyrie was just annoyed.

"Sif, how many times have I told you to knock before coming in?"

She then began moving towards Sif, who slowly backed away towards the door.

"W-wait. My k-AAAHHHH!"

Within seconds, Sif was receiving a brutal titty twister, Valkyrie practically turning them a full 360 degrees, and making her loyal (and often unlucky) advisor yell in agony.

"I... I just need to know who you're both wanting as your bridesmaids."

Sif's eyes then went wide as she weakly grabbed at Valkyrie's arms, nipples burning as she failed to push her bully away.

"I want Jane as my maid of honor. And for bridesmaids... Jessica and... you."

She then let go, and as Sif reached up to hold her aching tits, Valkyrie's words would sink in, causing her eyes to widen yet again, this time out of surprise.

"You want me as a bridesmaid?"

Valkyrie nodded...

"Yep."

...then suddenly lifted Sif up by the woman's own Asgardian undies, chuckling as her advisor let out strained groans thanks to the dangling melvin.

"How about you, Carol? Anyone in mind?"

Carol was silent for a moment, before awkwardly clearing her theoat.

"I have... one."

Valkyrie sighed and gave an extra hard bounce to Sif's undies, eliciting a rather adorable squeak from the cross-eyed woman.

"Please tell me it's not that child you hang out with."

Carol blushed.

"She's twenty. And yes, Kamala will be my maid of honor..."

Valkyrie ultimately just shrugged, deciding not to judge her anti-social girlfriend too much.

"Alright, well who will your two bridesmaids be?"

Carol raised an eyebrow.

"Two?"

Valkyrie nodded. Sif continued to squirm, eyes about to pop out of her skull from the pain in her pussy.

"I've got a maid of honor and two bridesmaids, and there are three things I love. Drinks, you, and symmetry."

Carol titled her head, a blank expression on her face that hid how seriously or jokingly Valkyrie was meant to take her next words.

"In that order?"

"Two bridesmaids, Carol."

Carol literally had no idea who else to pick. Anyone she'd ever been truly close to was either her bride, maid of honor, dead, or no longer on speaking terms with her.

"I can think of maybe one more person... but they don't wanna see me."

Valkyrie nodded.

"Fine. You ask her, and I'll pick your second bridesmaid for you. Deal?"

Carol squirmed a little, not exactly loving the situation she'd found herself in. But she couldn't be selfish. Not when it came to their wedding.

"Fine, but if she says no, you're picking both bridesmaids."

Valkyrie smirked.

"Deal. Wanna help me give Sif a squeaky clean?"

Sif turned to Carol, looking at her in horror and shaking her head.

"No!"

Carol smiled.

"With pleasure."

...

Jennifer Walters' morning started off quite the opposite of great, as she found herself arriving at the Raft for involuntary manslaughter, a crime (which she was framed for) that had earned her an indefinite sentence in prison.

She wore an orange jumpsuit and a collar around her neck, one that ensured she wouldn't be Hulking out for a long time.

She felt less than human as she was marched to her cell, though part of that was the shockingly invasive intake procedure. The rest of the dehumanizing experience was the result of the nasty thing prisoners said as she walked by.

She'd mostly passed strangers, but as she got closer to her cell, a couple familiar faces would appear.

Vanessa Fisk was the first to catch sight of her, hopping off her bunk with a look of pure rage, before storming over to her cell bars. She pounded on them, something that caused Jenn to jump.

"You! You're the reason I'm in here! You're the reason I- ack!"

Elektra grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back and forcing her to be eye level with her.

"Did I say you were allowed to talk to the other prisoners?"

She then threw Vanessa to the ground, before turning to Jenn with an eerie smile.

"Don't worry, Jennifer. I'll protect you from the big, scary inmates. Your ass is mine to claim, and I will be claiming it... For Matthew."

Jenn felt a chill shoot down her spine at those words. Claim? Did that mean what she thought it meant? And for Matthew? Elektra had been in prison long before the (former) lawyer had her fling with Matt. Surely she didn't-

"Keep it moving."

Jenn grunted as her ass was smacked through her jumpsuit, turning to glare at the guard who'd done it, before continuing her way down the hall.

She would next see none other than Mary MacPherran, AKA Titania, sitting on her bed and moaning softly as Karli Morganthau ate her out.

She seemed like she was in another world of bliss, so it was a surprise when all it took was a single glance Jenn's way for Titania to gasp, push Karli onto her back, and run to the cell bars.

"No way! You're actually in the Raft?! Please tell me you got a life sentence."

She took great delight in the look of anguish that appeared on Jenn's face.

"I-indefinite."

Titania cackled.

"So definitely forever then. You're gonna spend the rest of your life in prison! You have no idea how bad things are gonna be without your powers. It's gonna be so miserable for you!"

Jenn felt a mix of sadness and anger at those words, simultaneously wanting to cry and to tear Titania a new vagina with her underwear. But she forced herself to move on, not wanting to start a fight on her first day.

"Good seeing you, Mary."

Titania growled.

"It's Titania to you!"

As Jenn was marched away, Karli would look up at her mistress, feeling strangely... neglected?

"Do you want me to continue, mommy?"

Titania looked down at her and scoffed.

"Shut up."

At last, Jenn arrived at her cell, being roughly shoved inside of it before the bars quickly closed. She turned to see her new cellmate, a young blonde woman who sat on the top bunk, swinging her legs slightly.

The woman seemed resigned to her fate, much calmer and more uncaring than Jenn, though this hid how much she despised prison life. Her name was Amy Bendix.

"Welcome to the Raft."

Jenn was taken aback by how casully the girl spoke, not upset or threatening. Just calm as can be.

"I'm-"

"Jennifer Walters. She-Hulk. I've seen you on TV. And Titania talks about you a lot."

Jenn sighed.

"Of course she does."

Amy finally hopped off the top bunk, crossing her arms and trying to look tough.

"I'm Amy. You don't know me."

Jenn nodded.

"I don't."

Amy smirked.

"What are you in for, She-Hulk?"

Jenn blushed, not necessarily wanting to share, but knowing she had to take responsibility for her actions.

"Someone got killed. It was my fault. I'm no longer trusted to be a member of society."

Amy chuckled, causing Jenn to raise an eyebrow.

"Is that funny?"

Amy then shrugged.

"It's just that I got sent here for stealing some stupid superhero costume, and you murdered a guy."

Jenn glared.

"I didn't murder him! It was an accident."

Amy shrugged again.

"I believe you... other people might not. Speaking of, we can't be seen together outside of this cell."

Jenn couldn't tell whether to be confused or offended, something Amy picked up on.

"It's not personal. It's just that claiming you is gonna be priority number one for all the gangs, and I've avoided becoming a sex slave for this long by staying away from trouble."

Jenn's concern only grew.

"So the whole... forced lesbian thing actually does happen in prison."

Amy gave her a single nod.

"Most of the girls here munch on muff for all three meals."

That was not a comforting thought for poor Jenn.

...

Meanwhile, in a nearby cell, sat the worst villain in the entire Raft. A villain everyone tried to avoid, even the murderers. An evil witch you know as Agatha Harkness.

It had been 8 months since she was defeated by the combined efforts of all three Avengers teams, and Agatha had grown very impatient with prison life.

She looked like a mad woman, her face stained with tears and covered by her messy hair, which she played with as she rambled some sort of twisted prayer.

"I... I can't stay here anymore. I have to get out... I have to get out... You have to get me out... Please. Please help me. I'll do anything. Anything..."

That's when a black mist appeared behind her, slowly morphing into a humanoid shape.

"I like my ex where she is~"

That eerie whisper preceded the black cloud fully transforming into a woman, the hauntingly beautiful face of Rio Vidal appearing as she floated around to face Agatha. You may know Rio better by her true name. Death.

"Drop the act, babe. You're embarrassing yourself."

Agatha's desperate, broken expression turned into a snarky glare, the witch literally huffing as she blew the hair out of her eyes.

"It was worth a shot."

Rio chuckled and leaned in close, brushing away the rest of Agatha's hair that was still covering her features.

"You know I can see you at all times, right? Did you forget, or were you trying to be cute?"

Agatha smirked, though there was still an air of frustration about her.

"You caught me. Had to get you to pay attention somehow."

Rio reached up and caressed Agatha's face.

"I'm always paying attention to you, sweetheart. How could I not?"

She then leaned in for a kiss, something which clearly made Agatha feel conflicted. She knew what would happen if their lips touched. The only question was whether she wanted it.

Rio made the decision for her, pulling away and booping her nose, something which made Agatha blush, reach up, and try to 'rub the Rio' off her. Her former lover just chuckled some more.

"Missed you, babe. I might have to visit more often."

Agatha put on another smile, this one more genuine as she took Rio's hand, raising it to her mouth and giving it a kiss.

"Get me out of here and you can do more than just visit."

Rio shook her head, a rather solemn look appearing on her face.

"You still need to pay for that big failure last year."

Agatha frowned, the sting of her loss at the hands of the Avengers made even worse by Rio's scorn.

"I tried my best. I can try again. Get me out, and I'll make everyone suffer."

Rio allowed herself the smallest smile, reaching up one last time and giving Agatha's face a pat...

"Maybe someday. When you've earned it."

...before vanishing into thin air, leaving Agatha alone once more.

...

"Have you ever been spanked with a lightning charged hammer before?"

"No! Noooo!"

There was a boom, followed by a scream. No, Jane Foster didn't suddenly grow a spine. Quite the opposite in fact.

"Wanda! Wanda! Pleeeaaassseee!"

There was now a mjolnir shaped red mark on Jane's buttcheeks, pants at her ankles as she floated in the air, red chaos magic keeping her there.

Wanda smiled, still recovering from her experience with Agatha, but managing to find ways to cheer herself up. Jane shrieked as mjolnir smacked into her cheeks yet again, then clutched her burning buttocks as a voice cut through the thunderclap of her ass.

"There's that mom butt I love so much."

Jane and Wanda turned to see Valkyrie saunter into the room, a wide smile on her face as she watched her friend's torment. Wanda snickered while Jane blushed.

"It's r-really not that big."

Valkyrie shook her head.

"The last time I flossed your cheeks, your panties were two sizes bigger than the ones you used to wear. Don't act like the pregnancy didn't forever alter that big bum of yours..."

Jane sighed.

"Did you just come here to make fun of me-EEEE!"

Jane cried out in pain as another hammer spank hit her bottom. Valkyrie chuckled.

"As much as I'd love to say yes... I'm actually here to ask if you'd like to be the maid of honor at my wedding."

Jane lit up at the question...

"Maid of honor? I'd be- YOWCH- honored..."

Wanda laughed some more at the sight of Jane's now purple cheeks. Valkyrie nodded.

"Terrific. I'll tell Sif."

She then turned around and began to walk away... before stopping and turning back.

"Hey, Wanda. Carol needs another bridesmaid, and you're one of the few people that's never been bullied by her. Interested?

Jane yelped as she was dropped to the floor, a wide grin appearing on Wanda's face as she blushed and laughed sheepishly.

"A bridesmaid? I... I've never been a bridesmaid before. Or even involved in a wedding. Yes. Yes, I'll do it."

Wanda was quite simply delighted to have been asked. This would surely help get her fully out of her funk.

...

"Aww, she's adorable."

Ava Starr reached out and cupped Mary Walker's (currently in tough, no-nonsense Walker mode) chin, getting a glare from the woman in return.

Upon first arriving at the Raft, Walker was determined to make a name for herself, but her weaker, more timid personality "Mary" ensured they promptly got claimed by the ever sadistic Moonstone.

"Three cigarettes and you can have her the rest of the day."

Ava looked Walker up and down, then nodded at Moonstone.

"It's a deal."

Walker was furious, never getting used to the feeling of being sold like some sort of object. Still, she didn't show this anger, instead putting all her effort into smiling creepily at Ava.

Ava wasn't fazed however, something Walker quickly picked up on. Her smile vanished as she sighed, but it wasn't all bad. Licking Ghost's pussy was probably better than being psychoanalyzed by her psycho, former psychologist cellmate and mistress.

Moonstone found Walker's two personalities to be quite fascinating, and would often ask a relentless amount of questions when the prison bitch's mouth wasn't preoccupied. It was very annoying.

She suddenly found herseld being grabbed by her ponytail, Ava forcing Walker to get face to face with her.

"Come on... Let's see how sore I can make your pretty little jaw..."

Walker pursed her lips, already bracing herself for a long day as she was dragged away, Moonstone happily humming as she watched.

Jenn watched in horror as this went down, unable to believe things like this actually happened in the Raft. If she'd have known, she would've done more to try and bring this prison down, back when she was a lawyer. Now she was nothing more than a number on the back of her jumpsuit.

"We'd better keep moving, unless you wanna get a firsthand look at what the Ghost is gonna do to her."

Jenn turned to Amy.

"Why do they call her the Ghost?"

"Apparently she's able to phase through walls and stuff. Used to work for different government organizations she's not allowed to talk about. I once heard her say Thunderbolts in her sleep, but I'm not sure what that means."

Jenn nodded, before turning to the cafeteria before her.

"How's the food?"

Amy laughed, the blowing air through your nose kind, before smirking.

"Tastes like butt."

Amy hadn't ever eaten butt. Not yet...

Jenn sighed, having kind of expected that. Amy then stepped aside, gesturing for Jenn to enter the room.

"See you tonight, unless you get claimed. Then I guess I'll see you around. Probably."

Jenn raised an eyebrow.

"You're not eating?"

"I am... after I make sure it's safe. Don't wanna walk into an ambush. Lots of people seem to hate you."

Jenn sighed again, taking her first nervous steps into the crowded lunch room. She first walked past G'iah, leader of the Skrull gang, who was using the face of her favorite slave, Minerva, as a seat.

Minerva squirmed every few seconds, trying and failing to either get comfortable or get air, while G'iah looked up and locked eyes with Jenn, raising a curious eyebrow at the sight.

There was a superhero in the Raft?

Jenn quickly looked away, growing more nervous by the second. She could feel more and more eyes on her, making her feel like a piece of meat surrounded by hungry dogs.

The next woman she locked eyes with was none other than Agatha Harkness, the woman who had just tried to turn her and her friends into wedgie slaves. She wasn't happy to see her, and Agatha felt the same.

She watched her with a glare, remembering the role Jenn played in her defeat and incarceration. As Jenn got closer to the actual food line, Agatha suddenly stood up and made her way towards her.

Jenn's heart began to race. This was it. She was gonna be claimed by Agatha and made to lick her intimate areas for the rest of her days.

"Jennifer!"

Jenn turned to see Elektra waving her over to her table, and when faced with either an encounter with Agatha or with the assassin, she chose the slightly more moral of the two, bolting over to the table and quickly sitting down.

Vanessa shot daggers at the woman with her eyes, something which made Jenn quite uncomfortable. But strangely not as uncomfortable as the demented smile on Elektra's face.

Elektra had her elbows up on the table, waving a piece of burnt toast around and occasionally ripping pieces off before eating them.

"Hi, Jennifer. It's so good to finally meet you. I've heard so much about your relationship with Matthew."

Jenn was confused, not having any idea how Elektra could have heard about them in prison, but wasn't going to question it. She felt very uneasy, a big part of that being the fact their last interaction involved Elektra saying she would claim her.

"I've heard so much about yours. He seemed very in love with you."

Elektra saw through the attempt at flattery, chuckling at these words as she shoved another chunk of toast into her mouth.

"Matthew is very in love with a lot of people, Jennifer... and he seems quite taken with you."

Jenn blushed, suddenly feeling like a giddy kid with a crush, though she tried to bury these feelings.

"He's... dating Karen. And very happy with her."

Elektra's cocky smirk grew.

"It wouldn't be the first time he forgot all about her when another woman came back into his life."

Jenn's excitement turned to guilt, then to sadness.

"It doesn’t matter. I'm probably never getting out of here."

Elektra nodded.

"Probably not..."

She then leaned in, getting her lips eerily close to Jenn's ear and causing the woman to gasp.

"It's only a matter of time before you're mine. I will make sure you're mine, for Matthew. Then the real fun can begin."

Jenn shot up, suddenly overwhelmed as she ran out of the room, not having eaten a thing.

Elektra just laughed, finishing off her burnt toast before turning to a frowning Vanessa and smiling.

"Smile for me, Vagina."

Vanessa rolled her eyes, ignoring Elektra's favorite nickname for her, then forced a smile. Inside she was seething with rage. Elektra smiled back, loving how much power she had over the woman. Speaking of which...

"Give me your toast."

...

Wanna hear a surprising fact? Most cows don't know how to pay taxes. Oh wait, that's not surprising. You know what else isn't surprising? Kamala Khan was dangling by her Captain Marvel panties from a tree branch.

"Owwwww..."

You think she'd be used to this kind of treatment by now, but Kamala still felt every inch of fabric digging into her permanently chafed buttcrack. Every bit of cotton crushing her pussy and threatening to crawl inside it.

Luckily, her big butt and pouty, pained face wouldn't be up there all day.

"Nice panties. Did you know I'd be the one saving your dork butt?"

Carol suddenly appeared before Kamala, who immediately smiled wide.

"Hi!"

Despite actively being friends with Carol for a long time now, Kamala was always excited to see her, something Carol always appreciated.

It was nice to feel like a hero before reuniting with someone who hates her...

"How'd you end up dangling here, girl? This time?"

Kamala bit her lip and began to blush.

"Nothing this time! I guess Bruno refused to do Flash's homework or something, so the entire football team decided to wedgie me today. Leaving me on this tree was like the least worst thing they did."

The poor dweeb had mercifully gotten the football removed from her butthole shortly before the wedgie.

"Well I've got something that should cheer you up. How would you like to be my maid of honor at my wedding?"

The scream that erupted out of Kamala's mouth was the most ear-splitting noise that's perhaps ever come out of someone's mouth, causing Carol legitimate pain as she covered her ears and cringed.

"Maid of honor?! Captain Marvel wants me to be the maid of honor at her wedding? Me?! This is the greatest day of my life! Even greater than the day I met you! I am honored that you would ask me to do something so important for you, and I promise I'll do everything I can to-"

Carol covered Kamala's mouth to get her to stop, something Kamala realized after a few more seconds of rambling. Once she was done, Carol removed her hand and put on a smile, hoping to show the now embarrassed Kamala she wasn't upset.

"Really happy that you're so excited, Kamala. It's gonna be great to have you involved."

Kamala grinned.

"It's gonna be great to be involved! What's my first task?"

Carol took a deep breath, now back to the reality of the situation.

"I need your help talking to an old friend of mine."

...

Eventually it was time for Jenn to take her first prison shower, but thankfully this one would be done in private. She knew she'd be joining the rest of the prisoners tomorrow, and really wasn't looking forward to it, but for now she could just enjoy the hot water.

Jenn had always used her shower time to think. About life, about her cases... about everything really. Today her thoughts were more sad and grim.

She tried to avoid thinking too much of her day in prison, instead thinking of her friends on the outside, trying to get happy. Sadly, this just made her sadder as she remembered she'd never see them again, outside of the occasional visit behind glass.

She then thought about Matt, about what Elektra had said. Did Matt really still have feelings for her? Did it matter? Again, she had an indefinite sentence. Odds were that if she wanted any sort of romantic relationship ever again, she'd have to try and fall for one of the prisoners here.

That didn't seem likely.

She quickly realized these thoughts were taking her nowhere good, and began to hum Kiss Me by Sixpence, one of those 90's pop songs she loved so much.

She began to get lost in the music, so when a woman began charging towards her, she didn't hear until it was too...

"Aah!"

...late.

"You're gonna pay for what you did to me."

Vanessa had Jenn pinned to the wall, the former mob wife still wearing her now wet jumpsuit as she pulled Jenn's arm painfully behind her back.

"Let me go!"

Vanessa had bribed a guard, offering to do some 'favors' if she let her into the showers. It was worth it for Vanessa, who was now groping Jenn's naked ass.

She was straight, as far as she knew, mostly just doing this to make Jenn uncomfortable. It was working. Jenn, her face a bright red, used her free arm to elbow Vanessa in the ribs.

Vanessa grunted in pain, stumbling back and holding her bruised side. Jenn took advantage, charging at her and tackling her to the ground. She may not be able to Hulk out in here, but she had become a pretty good fighter regardless.

"You captured me! Tortured me! Mocked me! You deserve to spend the rest of your life in here!"

Jenn proceeded to unzip Vanessa's jumpsuit, causing the woman to blush profusely, before screaming as her prison issued panties were yanked deep into her vagina.

Their little fight was interrupted by a loud chuckle, both women turning to see Elektra standing off to the side, watching them and literally eating popcorn out of a bucket.

"Very good, Jenn. I didn't realize you could fight like that. As for you, my little pet, I think a punishment is in order."

Vanessa went pale as Elektra tossed her popcorn down, stormed over, wrenched her waistband away from Jenn, and then lifted her slave up into the air.

Vanessa cried out as her pussy was split so thoroughly, Jenn watching with a mix of relief and horror as Elektra began to march her attacker away, still dangling the squirming woman by the front of her underwear.

"Come on. You're getting hung up in the rec room. Your vagina won't be recovering for quite awhile, Vagina."

Jenn just sat there on the cold shower room floor, shaken by her experience and wondering how she was gonna make it through the rest of her life in here.

...

It wouldn't be very long before Vanessa was kicking and screaming as she dangled from her panties, giving the various prisoners a show thanks to her hilarious noises and the sight of her pussy split by cotton.

Elektra just watched with a smile...

"Natchios."

...before turning to see Titania approaching with a big grin.

"I've been talking with some of the girls-"

Elektra scoffed.

"The girls? You say that like we're students discussing which boys we like. Are you hoping to take Brad to the dance as well?"

Titania frowned, rarely having pleasant exchanges with the sarcastic assassin.

"We've been talking, and we all agree it's time for an auction."

Elektra smiled.

"An auction. I guess it has been awhile. And just who are we auctioning off?"

Titania's grin returned, now bigger than ever before.

"She-Hulk."

...

Monica Rambeau floated out in the middle of space, finishing patching up a busted part of the SWORD space station she'd been calling home for the past few months.

"And... repair is complete. Headed back now."

"And you did it without ripping your suit this time."

Chimed Carol, who was watching from the window of-

...
FURY STATION
2020
...

Monica shot Carol a mostly playful look of annoyance, remembering the time a tear in the butt of her too small space suit had nearly killed her.

She wore two sizes larger now.

Just then, Maria Rambeau joined Carol, her best friend for decades, and gave her daughter a smile.

Monica smiled back, then began flying towards the station, wishing she could pick the major natural wedgie her space suit was giving her.

The woman suddenly stopped, noticing a large ship in the distance. They were in deep space. No ships should be out here, especially not ones that were this big.

"Mom. Carol. We have a guest. Think we should check it out?"

A blast of energy suddenly shot out from the ship, hitting the space station and destroying it instantly.

...

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Monica woke up from her memory dream to a knocking at her door. She'd fallen asleep at the dining room table, a bunch of SWORD files in front of her. The younger Rambeau was in charge of the organization now that her mother was dead.

She sighed, standing up and shaking off some leftover tension from the memory, picking a wedgie through her leggings (which hugged her large rear quite well) and made her way to the door.

She would open it to find a face she hadn't seen in years. The face of Carol Danvers, a woman that had practically been an aunt to her until she vanished from her life.

Carol flashed a nervous grin, while Kamala (whose appearance caused Monica more confusion than anything) gave her a wave.

"Hi! I'm..."

Monica slammed the door shut in their face.

"...Kamala."

Carol sighed and turned to the instantly deflated Kamala.

"Maybe let me do the talking."

Kamala frowned.

"But I thought you said she didn't wanna speak to you."

The door opened again, Monica looking unimpressed as she locked eyes with Carol.

"Why are you here, Carol?"

Carol took a breath, trying to calm herself before asking-

"Can we talk?"

Monica's first instinct was to say no, but as she looked down to see Carol's smaller friend, she was instantly drawn to Kamala's puppy dog eyes, eyes that even the cruelest bullies had trouble resisting.

So Monica agreed.

...

Amy ran down the hall, laughing her head off as the sounds of angry yelling erupted from behind her. The girl grabbed onto a nearby cellbar and practically swung into her cell... only to find Jenn sitting on the bed and looking decidedly less happy.

She stood up straight, trying to look more serious as she scrambled for something to say.

"Um... you okay? Did... did something happen?"

Jenn looked up at her, nearly shivering as she recalled what had happened.

"Vanessa Fisk attacked me in the showers. I fought her off, but something tells me that's not the last time it's gonna happen."

Amy raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously? Most people here get to shower on their own the first time."

Jenn nodded.

"That's what I was told. Not what ended up happening."

Quickly wanting to change the subject, Jenn forced a smile.

"What made you run in here?"

Amy relaxed, letting out another laugh before leaning against the wall, trying to look cool.

"I totally just gave Karli a monster wedgie. Probably, like, tore her buttcrack or something."

Jenn laughed too, then smiled for real. She'd needed a laugh. Amy smiled back, glad to see her cellmate happy for a change.

"That's nice. For you. Not for Karli."

Amy nodded, before a very impressed expression overtook her cocky one.

"So you actually fought Vanessa off without your powers? Maybe you're not gonna be as easy to claim as I thought you were."

Jenn continued to smile, despite the reminder of her likely inevitable fate.

"Good to know."

Amy didn't wanna admit it, but she'd been rather lonely since arriving in prison, having to avoid everyone just in case. If Jenn could actually hold her own against the scary prisoners, maybe there was a world where-

"Time's up, Shulkie!"

Jenn and Amy turned to see a smirking Titania and Elektra standing in the doorway of their cell. Titania resumed speaking.

"Every woman in this prison wants your big, fat ogre ass, and it's about time it got sold to the highest bidder."

Jenn opened her mouth to object, when Elektra suddenly charged forward, grabbing Amy, pulling her close, and placing a shiv right next to the girl's neck.

Amy immediately began to panic, looking to Jenn with an expression of terror.

"Refuse, and your new friend pays the price..."

Jenn had several emotions flow through her in that moment, but she knew she couldn't let Amy get hurt trying to stop the inevitable.

"F-fine... I'll go with you. Willingly. Just let her go."

Elektra immediately pushed Amy aside, ran towards Jenn, and used a special trick to knock her out with a single blow.

Amy was still terrified as she watched Elektra throw the woman over her shoulder, and this fear only grew as Titania placed a hand on the rather large butt she'd mostly been able to hide from the other prison ladies.

"Let's take her too."

...

Carol, Kamala, and Monica sat in Monica's living room, a painfully awkward silence filling the air. Kamala, big bundle of energy she was, just couldn't handle how tense things felt.

"So you were, like... the original me, huh?"

Monica couldn't hide the frustration that question brought her.

"Was."

Carol sighed.

"Monica, I'm really sorry for how things went down. I-"

Monica interrupted, not ready to have this conversation.

"Sorry for which part? For leaving? For not making the funeral? Or for coming back to Earth and just never calling. Not even saying hi. Just vanishing from my life when I needed you most?"

Kamala squirmed awkwardly, feeling like she shouldn't be there.

"Do you want me to go to another room? I can totally-"

Carol placed her hand over Kamala's mouth, her eyes getting misty.

"I'm sorry for all of it. I was... feeling a lot of different things when Maria died, and I thought that maybe if I found out who did it, that I could come home and... I don't know. Help you find peace with it."

She began to move her eyes around the room, not wanting to make eye contact with Monica as she spoke.

"But I just ended up missing the funeral and pushing you away for nothing. I never even found a shred of evidence."

She suddenly trailed off, eyes locking onto a photo on the wall. Among the pictures of Maria and Monica, there was a photo of Carol stumbling around in an atomic wedgie!

She shot up, storming over to the framed and displayed picture with a bright red face.

"What... when... why is this up?!"

Monica chuckled at Carol's flustered reaction. She used to love seeing that when she was younger. She missed it.

She then stood up and went over to admire the photo.

"I found it when looking through my mom's stuff. Decided to have it framed."

Kamala shot to her feet, hurrying over to see with a big grin on her face... only for Carol to reach back to wave her away, accidentally slapping her in the boob instead.

Kamala stopped in her tracks, groaning and wincing as she grabbed at her now sore breast. With Carol, even the smallest of smacks was quite painful.

Carol groaned, rubbing her eyes as she tried to get less embarrassed.

"I cannot believe you have that up. I haven't been a wedgie girl in decades."

Monica smirked.

"It never hurts to be reminded of how far you've come."

Kamala finally recovered enough to begin looking at other photos, stopping at one that made her smile.

"This one is so cute."

Carol and Monica turned to see Kamala admiring a photo of Carol carrying a younger Monica on her shoulders. Carol smiled, remembering how fun that day was.

"Glad an atomic wedgie isn't the only thing you remember me for."

Monica's smile was smaller, but no less genuine. Carol turned to her as she began to apologize again.

"I really am sorry, Mon. I shouldn't have left without telling you, and I should've tried harder to be at the funeral. But most of all, I should've come to you when I got back. But I'm here now, and I'm getting married, and it would be an honor if you agreed to be my bridesmaid."

Monica quickly wrapped Carol in a hug, mostly to hide the tears that had begun to fall down her face.

"I... I'd be happy to."

She then pulled away and wiped her tears... before smiling.

"If you let me give you a wedgie."

Carol's jaw dropped while Kamala erupted into giggles.

"This I have to see!"

Carol started to back up, hands in the air...

"No way. You are not giving me a-"

...when Kamala of all people shoved her hands down Carol's jeans, grabbed onto her waistband, and pulled up before shouting.

"Wedgie!"

Carol let out a shriek, reaching back to clutch her butt.

"Kamala!"

Kamala snickered, looking over at Monica with a huge grin.

"Her panties have Rey from Star Wars on them!"

That photo of Carol in an atomic had done wonders for Kamala's self confidence. Monica chuckled.

"So Captain Marvel is still a dork? If your little friend is pulling from the back, I guess I'll have to floss your front."

Carol reached down to cover her crotch, knowing exactly what Monica would discover if she reached down there.

"Monica, wait!"

Monica reached into the front of Carol's pants, but when she grabbed her waistband, she felt something cold and metallic underneath.

"Are you wearing metal underwear?"

Carol furiously shook her head.

"No!"

Monica promptly yanked Carol's jeans to her knees, bursting out laughing at the sight of the chastity belt visible under her panties.

"No way."

Kamala let go of Carol's back waistband, covering her mouth and blushing.

"Are you wearing a... Is that what I think it is?"

Carol immediately began to squirm, shaking her head as she blushed harder than she had in a long time.

"It's not! It's... I mean it is, but it's not like I... Valkyrie made me wear it!"

Kamala gasped, tightening the hands over her mouth before lowering them and flashing an adorable smile.

"Awwwwww. You sub to Valkyrie?"

Carol cringed.

"Shut up!"

...

Jenn and Amy stood in the outdoor courtyard of the Raft, which was almost green enough to make you think it wasn't in the middle of the ocean.

Neither woman talked too much, both nervous about what the future would hold. They didn't wanna be sold to a deranged criminal, forced to obey their every whim, and subject themselves to various humiliations... but clearly that didn't matter.

"Six months, two weeks, and three days."

Jenn turned to Amy.

"That's how long you've been here?"

Amy nodded, but kept her head facing forward.

"Yep, and I hadn't even come close to being claimed by one of these psychos until you got here."

Jenn felt even guiltier than she already had.

"It's gonna be okay. I'll find a way to get us out of this, or... at the very least you."

It was silent for a moment, uncomfortably so, before Amy finally turned to Jenn with a look of frustration and solemn resignation.

"We are majorly fricked in the butthole, and unless we somehow end up with the nicest people here, which is impossible because they've all been claimed, we're going to be actually fricked in the butthole. Many times, so... don't tell me it's gonna be okay, because it's not. If my life wasn't already ruined before I came to the Raft, it is now..."

Jenn didn't know how to respond to that, but didn't need to, as Titania arrived and grabbed Amy by the arm.

"You go first. We're saving Shulkie for last."

She then gave Jenn a wink before dragging Amy up on a little podium reserved for auctions. Elektra joined them, giving Amy's butt a smack, and causing the girl to yelp.

"Ladies and ladies, may I present Amy Bendix, a big loser with an even bigger ass. I would inagine her snarky attitude just makes this slave more fun to break. She's blended into the background for long enough. Let's start the bidding at two cigarettes."

Moonstone's hand shot up first, bringing a smile to Elektra's face and a look of terror to Amy. She had heard some horror stories about this woman.

"Alright, let's up it to three."

Elektra wasn't as energetic as the stereotypical auctioneer. She just tried to do the basics. Vanessa watched her mistress in frustration, as she continued to dangled by her panties. She should be the one bidding for Jenn and her little friend.

Elektra smiled as G'iah raised her hand for three.

"Three cigarettes. Who's up for four?"

Agatha just watched from a nearby bench, trying to take some sadistic joy in what was happening, but she couldn't... something a certain personification of death picked up on.

"Hey, sweetheart. Something wrong? You usually love watching prisoners get sold."

Agatha refused to look at her.

"It was fun the first few times... but there's only so much you can do without the only currency here."

Rio leaned in close, though Agatha still refused to look.

"You could make this whole prison your bitch, and instead you sit back and watch everyone have fun without you. Where's the Agatha I fell in love with?"