Carol watched as Loki went to his workbench, her eyes going wide as Ronan's universal weapon appeared in his hands. "Where did you get that?" she demanded, moving closer to get a better look.
"Your people's ill fated rescue attempt," Loki replied with a smirk, inspecting the hammer.
Carol's eyes widened, remembering how part way through the fight with Ronan one of Loki's illusions ran off with the universal weapon, setting the stage for his defeat at Loki's hands.
"You wanted it from the beginning," she realized, knowing first hand the lengths Loki would go to get what he wanted, seemingly always ten steps ahead of everyone else. "That's where your illusion went, bringing it here. What do you want with it?"
Loki gave Carol a long look, wondering just how much he should reveal. The moment he saw it, he knew it was important. The hammer was designed to wield an infinity stone, the power stone, to be precise.
He couldn't allow another opportunity to study such an artifact slip through his fingers, like he did when he raided Asgard.
He had believed the infinity gauntlet from the treasure vault had been a fake, but was only half right. The gauntlet was real, it was the stones that were fake.
It was only after he processed all of Odin's memories that he realized his blunder, but by then his window of opportunity had passed, and he couldn't risk returning to Asgard a second time.
"Let's just say that it's the key to all my plans," Loki said distractedly, engrossed in studying the weapon.
He scanned it with his magic, analyzing the weapon's structure, its energy conduits, and crystalline regulators. learning how it channeled the full power of an infinity stone.
"Remarkable," Loki muttered, laying down the weapon again, impressed the Kree had even managed this much on their own, and while it could harness the power of a single stone, it wasn't perfect.
It could only be used so many times before it overloaded, but with his magic he was confident he could get around such limitations, even improve its power distribution to wield all the stones at once, but therein lay the problem.
He could design it, but he couldn't build it. That would require Uru and a master craftsman to construct it. He would need to go to Nidavellir, and strike a deal with Eitri, king of the Dwarves.
That would be difficult enough, but with how he left things with Odin and Thor, it was all but guaranteed Eitri would inform them of his presence, and that was assuming Odin hadn't already told the Nine realms to keep a lookout for him.
There was also Thanos to consider. It was only a matter of time before he sought out Eitri himself, and without a way to safely wield the infinity stones, their battle was already a foregone conclusion.
"That's it?" Carol asked, exasperated. "That's all you're going to tell me?"
Loki chuckled, addressing his willful slave. "You will know my plans when I allow you to know them."
Carol huffed, crossing her arms in frustration, knowing that it was useless to press him further.
***
Carol lay in bed, using her hand to prop up her head as she watched the stars flying past. It had been a day since Loki put the plug back inside her. She made a face as she wiggled her hips, trying to make herself comfortable, but it was no use. The plug was just as uncomfortable as when Loki put it inside her the first time.
She had done her best to ignore the feeling, the dull ache inside her that never seemed to go away. She had promised herself she wouldn't beg Loki to remove it again, and so far she had kept to it, but it hadn't been easy.
Her face flushed as she thought about how she'd acted, how she called him master, called herself his slave, and all of it was just so she could cum. 'What's wrong with me?' She thought for the thousandth time, scarcely recognizing herself. She had never been like this before.
She could feel Loki behind her, his arm wrapped around her waist possessively, his warm breath on the nape of her neck. She let out a slow exhale, gathering her thoughts.
Her latest dream had been confusing. She had been Loki's servant, already in his clutches for some time, but something had changed. There were moments, they were brief, but it almost felt like she was in control of her dream selfs body.
She took a breath, concentrating, trying to focus on the details that kept alluding her, knowing she was missing something, but not what. It was frustrating to say the least, the harder she concentrated on it, the more fragmented her thoughts became.
"Are you ever going to tell me where we're going? What you're going to do with these stones once you find them?" Carol demanded with a huff, giving up on analyzing her dreams.
Loki smirked, letting out a throaty chuckle as he snaked his arm up her side, cupping her breast in his hand, kneading it softly as he spoke. "All in good time, my slave. For now, simply enjoy the journey."
Carol rolled her eyes annoyed, but did nothing to stop Loki's wandering hand, knowing it was pointless to even try. She had called herself his slave once, and only once. She had been desperate, not thinking clearly when she said it, but he never let her forget it.
She looked out the window again, searching for something else to focus on rather than Loki's wandering hand.
Despite her best efforts to remain stoic, she felt her nipples harden under his skilled touch, letting out a surprised gasp as she felt his stiff cock press against her ass.
She shuddered as Loki leaned in, his lips grazing her ear, his fingers trailing down her chest and over her navel, dipping lower. She bit her lip sharply, distracting herself from Loki's ministrations until his hand slipped between her thighs, cupping her sex.
"You need not worry about the future," Loki murmured, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. "Your place is here with me, my slave."
Carol felt an involuntary shiver of desire tingle down her spine at Loki's softly spoken words, her pussy moistening as Loki's fingers slid up and down her slit. "Just tell me one thing," she pleaded, hating how vulnerable she sounded, begging Loki for answers. "W-why did you take me?" she asked, turning to meet Loki's eyes.
Loki smiled, feeling his cock twitch at the sight of his slave looking so vulnerable. She had no idea the effect she had on him when she was like this, so soft, so delicate, her eyes shining with desire and lust as she fought to deny her true nature.
He used his other hand to caress her cheek. "It wasn't my original plan," he revealed, surprising even himself by answering her question so directly.
It was a rarity for him to be this honest. After centuries of lies and deceit, it had become second nature to keep his plans close to the chest. "But the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would be mine in all things."
Carol looked at Loki, letting out a shudder as he circled his fingers just above her throbbing clit.
She could see he was telling the truth, that at the very least he believed the words he said, but even then he had to maintain the upper hand, teasing her, and keeping her off balance.
She shifted her hips, grimacing as the base of her plug pressed against Loki's leg, pressing it deeper inside her. It felt even larger in that moment, every little movement adding to her discomfort.
Loki caught the grimace on Carol's face, a smirk forming on his lips as his slave wiggled in his arms, inadvertently pressing herself more firmly against his manhood.
He trailed his fingers along the silky smooth skin between her thighs, feeling his fingers grow slick with Carol's juices.
Carol turned her head, looking back out the window as she tried to make herself more comfortable. "It's… hard to get used to," she murmured.
Loki leaned in close, his lips brushing against her neck. "You will, with time," he replied, dipping his fingers a fraction lower, just touching the tip of her slick cunt, and earning a soft gasp from his slave as he did. "It serves a purpose. Always remember that," he continued.
"A purpose?" Carol repeated, trying to manage her growing lust and frustration. "It's just a piece of metal you stuck inside me."
"No, it's much more than that," Loki replied, pushing Carol's thighs further apart. "With time, it will help you see your true nature."
Carol groaned, feeling a mix of frustration, discomfort, and lust. The heady feelings swirling inside her made it hard to think, to keep her thoughts straight as Loki's fingers danced along her body, teasing and titillating her.
"…T-take it o-out," Carol moaned, breaking her promise to herself as a spike of desire coursed through her body, her control slipping away as it all suddenly became too much to handle. "Loki… we can make the same deal as before. I'll call you master again. Just, just take it out," she pleaded, hoping for just a brief respite.
Loki smirked, a playful glint in his eye. "I seem to recall you vowing to never call me master again. What changed, I wonder?"
Carol groaned, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She should have known Loki wouldn't make this easy on her. "I just need a break, please," she added, hating herself for sounding so weak as she pleaded with him. "Just for a little while."
"Removing it so soon was a mistake," Loki murmured, slowly trailing his fingers down her spine until he reached the base of her plug. "You will learn to accept its presence inside you, and what it represents soon enough," he said firmly, tapping the base with his thumb.
Carol clenched her jaw, feeling the dull ache in her ass intensify as Loki gripped the base of her plug, wiggling it inside her. "I won't… it's too big," she denied.
Loki chuckled softly, his breath warm against his slave's ear. "With time, this discomfort you feel will transform to familiarity, and from there, who knows? You may even grow to enjoy its presence inside you."
"You're loving this, aren't you?" Carol huffed, her voice tinged with frustration and indignation.
"Seeing you adapt? Perhaps," Loki agreed, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I am not a cruel master. Maybe all you need is a distraction."
Carol groaned, already knowing what Loki's idea of a distraction was. "No… I just want the plug gone," she said, torn between irritation and desire.
Ignoring her protests, Loki gently traced his fingers along Carol's delicate neck, moving down to her collarbone, each touch light but deliberate. He dipped his hand lower, cupped her left breast, his thumb grazing her sensitive nipple, smirking when his slave inhaled sharply at his feather light touch.
Carol's eyes fluttered closed, her breath becoming shallow. She wanted to protest, to push away Loki's wandering hands, to continue being angry, but her lust slowly took over, each of Loki's touches sending shivers of desire to her dripping core.
"That's it, my slave," Loki whispered huskily, moving his hand to her other breast, teasing and kneading it until both her nipples stood erect. "Let go. I want to hear all those beautiful sounds you make. Hold nothing back."
He skimmed his fingers along the delicate skin of Carol's inner thighs, earning another gasp from her as he traced his finger along her outer lips, feeling her warm, smooth skin, slick with her desires.
He took a moment to listen to her soft gasps and mews of pleasure before dipping a finger into her tight wetness as he circled her clit with his thumb, applying gentle pressure as he delved a finger deep inside her. "Feel every touch, every caress, my slave," he whispered.
He pumped his finger inside her rhythmically; the wet sounds of her arousal echoing softly inside the room; her moans growing louder as he added a second finger, stretching her, and carefully testing her limits.
Carol clenched her jaw, struggling against the tidal wave of pleasure coursing through her body, feeling helpless against Loki's skilled touch. She no longer felt the dull ache of the plug inside her ass, the discomfort fading to the back of her mind as she bucked her hips against Loki's invading fingers.
"UGHHH!" She groaned, her pleasure mounting as Loki curled his fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot, as her eyes rolled back and her toes curled.
She moaned, her back arching in response, but that was when he slowed his fingers, just as she neared her peak, making her whimper with need.
"You want more, don't you?" Loki teasingly whispering into her ear, holding her on the edge of release.
Carol shivered, feeling another wave of desire mixed with frustration. Despite holding her captive, she felt her body respond to him in a way that was too intoxicating to resist. "P-please… don't s-stop," she breathed out, her pride taking another heavy blow at the admission.
Loki quickened his pace, his slave's submission music to his ears as he thrust his fingers inside her dripping cunt. "Say it," he demanded, his voice silky and smooth.
Carol groaned, her voice hoarse with desire. She knew what he wanted, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. "Loki.. I.. Please… I c-can't.." She pleading, hoping he wouldn't make her say it.
In response, Loki pumped his fingers faster, pressing down firmly on her clit. "You can," he growled softly, feeling her inner walls clench around his fingers as he maintained his relentless pace.
Carol shut her eyes tight as Loki's fingers danced inside her, keeping her on the brink of release, yet somehow ratcheting her pleasure higher and higher.
"Alright," She shuddered. "J-just take out the p-lug Ugh!" she said with a grunt as Loki pinched her clit, hoping to at least get one concession out of him.
Loki chuckled softly, his fingers slowing. "This is not a negotiation my slave. If you want this, you must ask for it properly. The way a slave asks their master."
Carol's breath came out in short gasps as she struggled to hold on. Every part of her ached for release, desperate for the pleasure to continue, but she hesitated, torn between her pride and her overwhelming need.
"I can stop, you know," Loki teased, stilling his thrusting fingers. "Is that what you want?"
Carol's eyes shot open, realizing Loki wasn't simply teasing her. He really would leave her in this state. Her resistance crumbled as she whispered in a shaky voice, "Master, please let… your slave.. cum."
A victorious grin spread across his face. "Good girl," he replied, satisfied that he had broken through her resolve once more.
He plunged his fingers back into her slick cunt, intensifying his pace, as he found just the right spot to drive her wild with desire.
Carol felt her vision blur as her pleasure spiked, the combined sensation of Loki's skilled fingers inside her weeping pussy, the plug buried in her ass, and her own act of submission driving her wild. "UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!"
She felt her core tighten, signaling her impending release as she reflexively clamped down hard on the plug invading her ass.
Just as Carol reached her peak, Loki leaned over her, whispering into her ear. "Cum for me, my slave."
Unable to hold back any longer, Carol gave in, surrendering to Loki's will, her body convulsing with waves of intense pleasure as he finally allowed her to cum. "LOKKKKIIII!" She screamed out as she came.
Carol lay limply against Loki's chest as her climax subsided, her breathing ragged and uneven as the fog of pleasure slowly lifted, leaving behind a mixture of shame and confusion. Loki had done it again, pushed her beyond her limits, taking what he wanted, and she had loved every second of it.
Loki wrapped his arm around his slave, pulling her close. "You are mine, Carol. That is why you submit to me," he whispered, seeing the confusion on her face. "Now," he continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "It's time to thank your master properly."
Carol looked down as Loki took her hand, guiding it down to his throbbing cock. Her fingers trembled slightly as she felt the warmth of his hardness, a stark reminder of her position, and the submission he demanded from her.
Loki squeezed his slave's fingers around his cock, sensing her hesitation. "Show your master how grateful you are, my slave," he said, his voice filled with desire as he reinforced his position over her.
Carol took a shaky breath. Every fiber of her being rebelled against this, but the memories of her recent climax at Loki's hands, and the firmness of his cock in her hand made her heart flutter, her desires conflicting again with her need for freedom.
Slowly, she moved her hand, stroking him, feeling his growing excitement as she stared at his cock. She had only done this for him once before, when she made her bargain with him, but many more times in her dreams, but as intoxicating as those dreams were, nothing compared to when she did it the first time.
She leaned closer, mesmerized, her lips only a few inches from Loki's thick cock as she continued to pump her hand up and down.
Loki leaned back, a satisfied groan escaping his lips as Carol's movements became more confident. It had taken him a great deal of effort to bring his slave to this point, but the wait was well worth it.
Carol's thoughts rushed back to her latest dream, when she had been Loki's servant, how she had sucked him then, how good it felt to have his hardness in her mouth, in her throat, the taste of his essence on her lips. She could practically feel it now, making it even more tempting to experience the real thing once again.
As she continued to stroke him she tried to detach herself from the act, separate her desires from the position she found herself in, telling herself it was a means to an end and nothing more, but she couldn't, the unmistakable sounds of Loki's groans of pleasure making it all but impossible to ignore.
Taking her cue from Loki's reactions, and what she had witnessed in her dream, she quickened her pace, her hand gliding up and down his thick shaft, her eyes locked on the head of his cock, seeing the pre-cum leaking out.
She licked her lips, aching to taste him again, wondering he would taste as good as her first time sucking him.
Loki grabbed Carol's wrist, halting her movements, using every ounce of willpower he possessed to do so. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice steady and smooth as he forced her to meet his gaze.
Carol felt the world around them fade away as she met Loki's eyes. The heat of attraction overriding her senses as she felt the same undeniable lust and desire reflected back in his eyes.
"Take me in your mouth," Loki commanded, his voice dripping with anticipation, momentarily surprised when Carol didn't hesitate, lowering her lips to the head of his cock, her eyes locked with his as she slowly enveloped the head of his cock with her lips.
The first thing Carol felt was the heat of Loki's cock. It was immediate and profound, making her intensely aware of the pulsating hardness beneath her tongue. Then she tasted him, the salty-sweetness of his essence. He tasted just as good as she remembered, maybe even better.
She lowered her head, taking him deeper inside her mouth, sucking him gently. Her eyes darkened with desire as Loki let out a guttural moan as she traced her tongue along the underside of his cock, adding to the hedonistic and intoxicating atmosphere.
She felt the weight of his manhood inside her as she bobbed her head, losing herself in the moment, feeling every vein along his throbbing cock with her tongue. She focused on her technique, what she had done in her dream as the rawness of her desire threatened to overwhelm her.
She had never done this for her previous lovers, the few she had. She never even considered it. The idea of it had felt so demeaning to her, an act of submission that repulsed her then, but she could have never imagined herself with a man like Loki.
He was strong, powerful, and demanding, taking what he pleased when he pleased, even her.
His taste was strong, a mix of musk and power that was distinctly him. She tightened her lips around his cock, sucking him deeper, savoring his taste, as her inhibitions fell away.
Carol felt Loki place his hand on the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly in his fist, guiding her on his cock, and slowing her pace.
She felt a flash of anger at being controlled, even in this, but it quickly faded as she felt him twitch inside her mouth, letting out another deep groan as he did, his cock swelling as his orgasm approached.
Seeing an opportunity to regain some measure of control she relaxed her throat, leaning forward, feeling the head of his cock brush against the back of her throat. She looked up into his eyes, feeling his grip on her hair slacken as she took the head of his cock in her throat.
She wanted to smirk, seeing the surprised expression on Loki's face, but stopped herself at the last second, knowing that he would take back control if she pushed him too far.
She hated that she'd been reduced to this, debasing herself for the meager scraps of control over her life she'd once taken for granted, but it was her only path forward.
She would have another opportunity to escape, but it all hinged on Loki, how attentive he was, and his belief that he had her under his thumb.
She leaned forward again, taking in more of his cock, constricting her throat around his hard shaft as she continued to suck him, adding to his pleasure, just as he'd taught her.
A part of her was still surprised she could even do this. The first time she'd tried she'd nearly coughed up a lung, gagging on his cock, but she had been so determined to win she had pushed past it on her second attempt, and now she was taking his cock in her throat without any discomfort.
She felt her lungs burn as Loki's cock filled her throat, cutting off her airway, and eventually had to pull back, taking in a lung full of air before she began bobbing her head on his cock, taking him deeper inside her throat with each thrust until she finally had him inside her up to the root.
She rippled her throat around his manhood as he groaned in pleasure, knowing that she had him now. As demeaning as this was, it was the only time she felt a tiny modicum of control, not just of herself, but over Loki as well. With his cock in her mouth, she controlled his pleasure, decided when he would cum.
She knew it was a dangerous game, her desire for her captor increasing each time she tasted his essence, her mind even now clouded by lust, but she had to risk it.
Loki grunted, loving the feel of Carol's throat constricting around his cock. It seemed the mental suggestion he implanted in her mind to suppress her gag reflex was still holding strong, but had evolved in ways he hadn't expected.
He had caught the look in her eye when she took the head of his cock in her throat, the momentary look of triumph when she surprised him, but as much as he enjoyed her little game it was time to reassert control over his unruly slave.
He tightened his grip on Carol's hair, tilting her head, and forcing her to look up at him as she continued to suck his cock. "You will swallow every drop," he whispered, biting back another groan as he felt his release approaching.
Carol looked up into Loki's eyes, nodding her head, knowing that defying him now would not work in her favor.
She felt his cock twitch inside her mouth one last time before he erupted, filling her mouth with his seed. She kept her lips wrapped tightly around his cock until he finished, feeling her cheeks puff out to contain his essence.
As her mind cleared she considered defying him, spitting out his seed, and dealing with the fallout, but the thought was fleeting, gone before it had even fully formed in her mind.
She swallowed, tracing her tongue along his cock, licking him clean, and savoring his taste, silently acknowledging the inherent submission of what she had just done, and the necessity of it.
As Carol pulled away, a wicked grin formed on Loki's face. "Good girl," he praised, pulling her close, pleased by her obedience.
Carol lay in Loki's arms, catching her breath, the lingering taste of Loki's essence still on her lips, her mind in turmoil. She hadn't just submitted to Loki again. She enjoyed it, feeling another intoxicating rush of pleasure at her own debasement.
She wondered how it had came to this, her cheeks reddening. What would the consequences be? And more importantly, what would Loki demand of her next?
She felt Loki's fingers on her face, running through her hair, gently stroking her, his touch in stark contrast to how tightly he gripped her hair before.
The weight of what they had done took its toll on her, and as much as she fought against it, she felt her eyelids grow heavy.
The gentle hum of the ship, combined with the warmth of Loki's body pressed tightly against hers, made her feel safe, comfortable, even though her mind rebelled against the idea she melted into his arms.
Loki leaned in smirking, noticing Carol's drooping eyes. "As I said, my slave, all you needed was a good distraction," he reminded her.
Carol let out a resigned sigh, too tired to argue with him as she closed her eyes, silently accepting that he'd won this round.
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