Vers found herself sitting on Lyria's lap as the alien woman gently brushed out her hair, carefully working out the tangles.
Lyria had one arm wrapped snugly around her waist, holding her in place while keeping a tentacle like finger lodged firmly in her ass. It felt strange, an uncomfortable and intrusive presence inside her. It wasn't painful, but deeply humbling, making her realize just how little power she had, and how far she had fallen.
She thought back on the combination of Lyria's actions, and Loki's words, how her body betrayed her, and the intensity of the orgasm that followed. A faint blush still tingling her cheeks, as she remembered screaming out Loki's name as she came, losing all control of herself.
Her mind drifted back to what her life had been like just a few short weeks ago. She was a highly trained and respected warrior, fighting in countless battles, winning against near impossible odds. It felt like a lifetime ago now.
Loki appeared out of nowhere, turning a routine mission into a life changing event, flipping everything she knew and believed on its head in the process, easily defeating not just her, but her entire squad in one fell swoop before kidnapping her, and making off with their ship.
To add insult to injury he stripped away all her hard-won skills, training and abilities, making her feel helpless against him.
She still knew how to fight, but every time she put her training into practice, her mind went blank, her abilities frustratingly just out of her reach.
Loki had a level of control over her she could barely fathom, effecting how she saw and even perceived the world around her, only realizing the effects of his manipulations when he chose to point them out to her, leaving her wondering how much she missed.
Then there were the mysterious infinity stones he was after. From the way the Collector and Loki discussed them, she knew they were both important and dangerous, but not why Loki was so interested in them, what he intended to do with them, and most importantly, how exactly she fit into his plans.
She remembered the escape plans she made, and how quickly they faltered the moment they set foot on Knowhere. After meeting the Collector, those thoughts fled her mind as she instinctively sought out the safety of Loki's presence.
She felt a shiver go down her spine as she remembered how the Collector looked at her. The horror of being a part of his collection terrified her in a way she had never felt before, and just as troubling, but on a deeply more personal level, the profound sense of relief she felt when Loki, her captor, refused to trade her for the location of the stone.
Even if she were to somehow escape Loki's watchful eye, how long would it take for the Collector to learn she wasn't under his protection? Trapped on Knowhere with no way to return to the Kree Empire, it would only be a matter of time before he found her, and when he did, she doubted even Loki could save her.
She looked back and forth between Loki and Lyria as they spoke, feeling a growing suspicion this was not the first time they'd met. They were far too familiar with each other for that, talking like old friends.
Loki brought her straight to Lyria's shop after his meeting with the Collector, making her suspect he'd planned this out some time ago, long before he'd even captured her.
For the life of her, though, she couldn't understand why Loki would to take such a risk, staying here a second longer than he needed to. How did he know the Collector wouldn't send his men after them? From her brief interaction with him she doubted anything happened in this place without him knowing about it.
Her mind swirled with questions and doubts, wondering what, if anything, she could do with everything she had learned.
"You have found a rare treasure with this one," Lyria complimented, continuing to brush out Vers's hair, seemingly oblivious to Vers's inner turmoil. "A diamond in the rough, as it were."
"Hmm," Loki nodded his head in agreement. "As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she would be mine," he added possessivly.
Vers looked down, her eyes now glued to the floor, bristling with anger and indignation as she listened to Loki and Lyria's conversation. They talked about her as if she wasn't even there, making decisions for her they had no right to make. She felt like a doll, being prepped and primped, her autonomy stripped away piece by piece, and she was helpless to stop it.
Sitting on Lyria's lap, she felt miles away from the soldier she used to be.
"You will be my finest creation, my dear," Lyria murmured into the blonde's ear. "A true work of art… Fit for a king," she boasted, continuing to style Vers's hair, each strand of hair, each curl reflecting Loki's wants and desires.
Vers clenched her jaw, remaining silent. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but she knew anything she said to them would fall on deaf ears.
She glanced up at Loki, her feelings, thoughts, and desires still a jumbled mess. The warrior inside her longed to rebel, to fight back, but there was also a small part of her that didn't want to fight anymore, a growing desire to submit to his will, to revel in the hedonistic pleasures that came with her submission.
Loki met her gaze briefly, his eyes lidded with desire. She could feel his eyes trailing up and down her body, taking in every inch of her. Her cheeks darkened as she looked away, her mind flashing back to the dreams she'd had of him, of what they'd done together.
She felt Lyria gather the front sections of her hair, pulling them back, and gently securing them behind her head before finally standing them both up.
"What do you think, Lord Loki?" Lyria asked, her ever-present smile firmly on her face as she showed off her masterpiece.
"Exquisite," Loki replied, taking in everything Lyria had done. "You truly are a wonder Lyria, she looks even better than I envision her."
"Shall I show her?" Lyria asked, her eyes lighting up, eager for her subject to finally see her finished work.
Loki gave a slight nod before Lyria signaled for Nyx to bring a mirror.
Vers kept her eyes glued to the floor as she heard Nyx step closer, carrying the floor-length mirror with her. She was afraid to look, wondering if she would even recognize herself after everything Lyria had done to her
"This way, dear. No peeking," Lyria added playfully, covering her eyes as she guided her to the mirror. "I want you to take it in all at once. There," she said, coming to a stop. "Now open your eyes," she said, pulling her hand away.
Vers's jaw fell open in shock as Lyria gripped her chin, forcing her to look forward. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, scarcely recognizing herself. She had never put much effort into her appearance, more often than not simply wearing her Starforce uniform wherever she went. She have never even considering styling her hair, and now it was the first thing that caught her attention.
Lyria had meticulously styled her hair, carefully tucking it back to reveal the graceful curve of her neck, framing her face delicately. Soft curls cascaded down her back, highlighting her natural beauty.
No one would see her as a soldier anymore, not when she looked like this, so soft and vulnerable, the exact opposite of how she saw herself.
"I have a sense for these things," Lyria said proudly, running her fingers through Vers's hair. "Once she accepts her place, she will serve you well Lord Loki."
Vers bristled at the comment. "Are we done yet?" she demanded, trying to project an air of indifference as she regarded them. "Or to do you plan to humiliate me some more?"
Lyria and Loki shared a smile before she responded. "Almost, dear," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "There is just one final touch and you will be ready for your master."
"What else could there possibly be?" Vers demanded, wanting nothing more that to leave this place as quickly as possible.
Nyx chose that moment to return, holding an ornate wooden box. She opened it for Loki to see, but as Vers leaned in to get a closer, Lyria plucked it from her hands, snapping it shut. "Not yet, dear," she admonished.
Vers huffed, annoyed at being left in the dark yet again, but there was nothing she could do as Lyria wrapped her arms around her, easily turning her around.
"Does anything catch your eye, Lord Loki?" Lyria inquired, opening the box once she was sure Vers couldn't peek.
"Perhaps," Loki said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Tell me about them. I want something elegant, not too ostentatious."
"There is this one," Lyria said. "It's quite popular amongst my wealthier clients. Rose gold with petite diamonds encrusted at its base. The thin stem and gentle flare ensure comfort while still remaining firmly in place."
Loki looked at it carefully, then back at Vers before shaking his head. "Too common," he dismissed. "I need something a little more rare, refined."
Vers furrowed her brows, wondering what they could be talking about.
"Perhaps this one will be more to your liking," Lyria offered. "It's only slightly larger than the last one, and platinum, so far rarer than gold. See the engravings of vines and leaves on the stem and base? They're engraved by hand, so no two are exactly alike."
Loki shook his head, feeling it was still missing something. "No. Vers will wear it at all times. It has to be right."
Vers frowned, furrowing her brows. She heard every word they said, but still had no idea what they were talking about. 'Jewelry?' she guessed. 'maybe a ring?'
"Certainly not this one, then," Lyria replied, skipping one item entirely. "But this one may pique your interest, very difficult to craft, and amongst the rarest I have available."
"It's clear," Loki observed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at it more closely. "Tell me more."
"It's a sapphire, very rare" Lyria explained, "with gold flecks embedded inside. See how it glistens in the light?"
"…No," Loki said with a deep sigh. "It still isn't quite right. Vers is… unique. I need something that reflects that."
"Wait!" Lyria said, her eyes lighting up. "I know just what you're looking for," she said. "It's quite a bit more expensive than the others, but would look beautiful on her. Nyx, get it. It's in my desk," she called out.
Nyx arrived a few moments later, a velvet box in her hands. She handed in wordlessly to Lyria before returning to the front.
"I think this is exactly what you're looking for, Lord Loki," Lyria smiled, opening the box to show him. "It's gold, obviously, inlaid with zoisite gems along the stem and base. It's longer and wider than the others, and one of a kind."
"This is the one," Loki agreed, picking it up. "Even the gems match her eyes."
"Yes," Lyria agreed, turning Vers around to see it. "I am sure she will grow to treasure it."
Vers's confused look dropped from her face as she finally saw what Loki and Lyria were talking about. "No! Absolutely not!" She said, shaking her head vehemently. "There's no way you're putting that, that… thing inside me," she said, finally understanding what they had been talking about all this time.
"Well, that's an interesting reaction," Loki observed with a growing smirk. "How I wonder, do you even know what this is, Vers?"
Vers clenched her jaw, struggling against Lyria's grip, but it did no good. She couldn't budge so much as an inch.
Vers thought frantically, trying to think of something to say, anything she could do to convince Loki not to put that thing inside her. She couldn't even tell him how she knew what it was, not without revealing her dreams about Lady Vers and King Loki. Loki would never let her live down the embarrassment.
Lyria looked back and forth between Vers and Loki, amusement dancing in her eyes as she waited to see how Vers would react to Loki's question. She could tell Vers recognized the plug for what it was, but how she recognized it was still a mystery. She seemed far too innocent to know anything about such things.
Vers struggled in her grip, trying to break free. "Shh," Lyria whispered into her ear soothingly. "Everything will be alright dear. It will take some time for you to adjust, but you'll grow to enjoy it. I promise you."
"No! Let go of me!" Vers demanded. "This is crazy," she said, rounding on Lyria. "I don't want that thing inside me!"
"You don't seem to have a problem with my finger inside you," Lyria countered mischievously, wiggling her finger for emphasis.
Vers shot Lyria a dirty look, lost for words, reflexively clamped down on her finger at the same time. "That's— You—" she stuttered.
"Vers," Loki interrupted, also amused by her reaction. "As enjoyable as this is, it's not your decision to make, it's mine," he added, a note of finality in his tone.
"No," Vers denied, throwing caution out the window. She had allowed Loki to get away with a lot, especially today, but she had to draw the line here. After everything he had done to her, what he wanted now, it was the most demeaning, by far. She couldn't allow it to happen, no matter the consequences.
Loki said nothing, his eyes dancing merrily before nodding to Lyria.
"What? No!" Vers exclaimed, digging in her heels as Lyria wrapped her arms around her waist, lifting her into the air like she weighed a feather. She struggled helplessly as Lyria carried her back to the padded table, forcing her onto it on her hands and knees.
She struggled to break Lyria's grip, but it was useless. Her grip felt like iron, not budging so much as a millimeter. "It's ok dear, just relax. It will all be over soon," Lyria said in a soothing voice as she tried to calm the slave down.
Vers growled, seeing red as she renewed her struggles, determined to break free. "You are not putting that thing inside me!" she declared angrily.
She strained even harder, trying to push herself off the table again, but Lyria didn't even have to tighten her grip, easily holding her in place as she patiently waited for her to wear herself out.
"She's been so cooperative until now," Lyria tsked, shaking her head, a hint of amusement in her voice as she met Loki's eyes, ignoring Vers's angry struggles and outbursts. "Perhaps the visual was a bit much for her," she offered. "She is a new slave, after all."
Loki nodded, acknowledging the point, putting a stern expression on his face as he looked down at Vers as she continued to struggle. "This is happening, Vers," he said, leaving no room for argument. "The only thing you're doing now is delaying the inevitable."
"It's going to be alright dear," Lyria added in a softer tone. "With this, you will look even more radiant than before," she added as Vers's struggles waned. "You've been so accommodating so far, just a bit more, and it will all be over," she promised.
"Be a good girl for me, Vers," Loki said, staring down at her. "You've already earned yourself a punishment today. Don't make it any worse than it already is for yourself."
Vers eyes darted back and forth between Loki and Lyria, feeling overwhelmed. She knew what they were doing. Loki acting strong and authoritative, while Lyria was soft and accommodating. It was the same tactic she had used when interrogating prisoners, getting them to do what the high command wanted, but she had never dreamed of the same tactics being used against her, and never in a situation like this.
She searched their faces, looking for any hint of weakness or hesitation, anything she could use, but only found unwavering resolve in both their eyes. Her shoulders slumped, finally accepting there was no way out of her predicament, but that didn't mean she was going to make it easy for them.
"My Lord," Lyria said, holding up the velvet box as Vers's struggles finally ceased. "Would you care to do the honors?"
"Yes, I would," Loki replied, reaching into the velvet box, knowing how important this step would be in cementing his control over Vers.
"This will be much easier, much less uncomfortable for you if you simply relax and allow it to happen," Lyria advised.
Vers ignored her words, looking over her shoulder as she glared at Loki, her eyes blazing with defiance as she tensed her body tensed, ready to resist him until the very end.
Loki stepped forward, an audible silence filling the room as he placed a steadying hand on Vers's back, nodding to Lyria.
Lyria slowly withdrew her finger from Vers's ass, her movements slow and gentle. "Just relax," she repeated. "And this will be over before you know it."
Vers glared over her shoulder, refusing to speak to either of them as Loki took a step closer. She could see the plug in his hand as he lifted it up, wondering if it would even fit inside her.
"You need to be gentle with her, Lord Loki," Lyria advised, rubbing Vers's back for a moment before pushing down on the back of her head until her forehead touched the tabletop, her ass was in the air. "She's going to be stubborn. If you push too hard, it could hurt her."
Vers groaned, trying to lift her forehead from the table, but couldn't move so much as an inch. With her back arched the way it was, it would only make it easier for Loki to put that thing inside her.
She had never felt more vulnerable than she did in this moment, feeling the weight of both Loki and Lyria's eyes on her. She took a nervous breath, preparing herself for the inevitable.
Lyria nodded to Loki, her keen eyes picking up on the small shift in Vers's demeanor, signaling him to begin.
Loki circled the rim of Vers's ass with the tip of the plug, an amused smile on his face as he watched her flinch, clamping her cheeks tightly closed. He pressed the tip gently, but insistently, against her asshole, maintaining steady pressure as she fought to keep him out.
It wasn't lost on him that this was a battle of wills, and the Vers would not make this easy for him. He didn't even consider sending her a mental suggestion to accept the plug inside her without a fight. This was a battle she needed to fight, and most importantly lose, before she could truly accept her place as his slave.
The best way to do that was to make her enjoy the experience, associate the act with pleasure, rather than pain.
Vers groaned, feeling the cool metal of the plug press against her asshole. She tried to fight it, but it was harder than she thought. With her ass raised in the air the way it was, it naturally opened her up, making it even more difficult to keep him out.
Despite her best efforts, she could feel the tip of the plug push it's way inside her, made easier by whatever Lyria had coated the plug with before handing it to Loki. She clamped down harder, putting everything she had into keeping it out, determined to not make this easy for him.
She could already feel it was both larger and wider than Lyria's finger, and with the constant pressure Loki applied, it was slowly sinking inside her, despite her best efforts.
Lyria watched silently as Loki slowly turned the plug as he eased it inside his slave, a little surprised by how much fight the slave had in her. 'Surely she must realize this battle is already lost?' she thought, finding her dual nature intriguing.
"Relax," Loki murmured, gently wiggling the plug. "Just let go, and it will all be over soon."
Lyria, seeing an opportunity for some mischief, caught Loki's eye, seeking his permission to make the experience a little more sensual for Vers.
With Loki's approval she reached down, caressing Vers's breasts, cupping them in her hands as she kneaded the soft flesh between her fingers, capturing her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
Vers gasped as Lyria fondled her breasts, catching her by surprise. The momentary lapse in concentration cost her as Loki took full advantage, pushing the tip of the plug a little deeper into her ass before she caught herself, clamped down on the plug again.
She groaned as Loki without missing a beat, returned to twisting and turning the plug as he continued to apply steady pressure. A moment later she gasped again, feeling a surprising shock of pleasure as the ridges of the plug rubbed against her rosebud.
Her breath hitched in her throat as Lyria pinched her nipples next, making it even more difficult for her to focus, her body at war with itself as she struggled to keep Loki out, her concentration now split between both of them.
"You make such beautiful sounds, my dear," Lyria complimented, leaning in playfully as she nipped at Vers's earlobe. "They will make your master's inevitable victory all the sweeter."
Vers twisted her head away from Lyria, furious that she was taking so much enjoyment out of her debasement, only for Loki to take advantage again, pushing the plug a little deeper inside her. She growled, mad at herself for allowing Lyria's distractions to get to her.
Her eyes widened, letting out a groan, half in frustration, half in unwanted arousal as another one of Lyria's hands trailed down her chest, making slow circles as she zeroed in on her cunt. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded breathlessly, trying hard to focus.
Lyria laughed lightly, ignoring her question. "So defiant," she murmured. "I can see why your master desires you as much as he does. If only I had found you first," Lyria leaned in to whisper. "Can you imagine it? The things I would do to you," she added, her voice tinged with lust.
Vers was taken aback by what Lyria said, looking over her shoulder at her in surprise. Up until now, Lyria had made a game of playing with her, but she hadn't sensed any true attraction from the red-skinned woman, only amusement and playfulness. Now she wasn't so sure.
"Careful Lyria," Loki warned, but there was a playfulness in his words blunting his threat. "I've gone to a lot of trouble to capture my prize, and she won't be parted from me so easily."
"Of course, Lord Loki," Lyria said, a small smile on her face as she flicked Vers's nipple, earning another strangled gasp of pleasure from Vers. "I was simply complimenting your exquisite taste."
"Of course," Loki repeated, slowly turning the plug as he pushed it in a little deeper, finally getting the first inch inside Vers.
Vers exhaled through her nose as she struggled to hold on. The plug was getting wider as it filled her, stretching her uncomfortably. It was harder than she expected, trying to keep Loki out, to stop him from putting that thing inside her. It took more and more effort just to keep him at bay.
"It isn't just her body I desire," Loki continued, "but her spirit as well. Even after all I've done, she hasn't broken."
"Yes," Lyria agreed, "a remarkable thing," she added, her finger dipping lower down between Vers's slick thighs. "It's her innocence as well. She doesn't understand her true nature, her true desires," she added, her voice soft and sensual. "But she will, with you, to teach her."
Vers glared over her shoulder as Loki and Lyria continued to talk about her as if she wasn't even there. She wanted so much to shake off Lyria's hands in that moment, to fight her way free, but knew it was doomed to failure.
Her confidence was shaken. She began to doubt herself, wondering if this was even a battle worth fighting anymore. Loki would get his way, like he always did. What was fighting him even going to accomplish?
Another groan escaped her lips as Loki took another step closer to winning the battle. She hissed in pain, shaken from her thoughts as she felt the plug sink deeper inside her, now stretching her to her limits.
"Why are you punishing yourself like this, dear?" Lyria asked, "I've already told you, all you have to do is relax, accept your master's gift inside you, and this will all be over."
"His gift?" Vers said through gritted teeth. "You think that thing he's shoving inside me is some kind of gift?!"
"It is," Loki replied, enjoying Vers's slow surrender even more than he thought he would. "You belong to me. This plug is a symbol of that, a constant reminder of your place, and your importance to me."
Vers groaned as Lyria's finger brushed against her pussy lips, distracting her yet again, and cutting off her angry retort. She had never felt so full in her life, Would it ever stop?
"You're almost there," Lyria said, leaning over to whisper in Vers's ear. "Trust me, dear, you will look even more beautiful with this, a symbol of your devotion to your master."
Vers felt a tiny give, her body betraying her as it allowed the plug to sink a little further inside her. She was in a battle she couldn't win; she knew that, but there was no retreat, and the only thing Loki would accept was her complete surrender.
The widest part of the plug was inside her now, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before Loki had the whole thing inside her. 'It's not fair,' she thought with equal parts arousal, and frustration as Lyria's fingers danced along her pussy lips, teasing her, and keeping her off balance for Loki.
She gasped unexpectedly, her eyes going wide as Lyria plunged two of her fingers into her wet center, feeling a rush of pleasure as Lyria sawed her fingers in and out of her quivering pussy.
"So responsive," Lyria murmured approvingly, pumping her fingers slowly in and out of Vers's cunt. "You were made for this Vers. You will understand that in time."
Vers groaned, a tremor going through her body as she felt the plug sink further inside her, her control slipping as Lyria continued to finger her overheated pussy.
She felt both violated and deeply aroused she fought against Loki's intrusion, a war raging inside her, her emotions flickering between anger, pride, defiance, and an undeniable need for release as Lyria continued to tease her.
Vers felt her heart racing as she struggled to hold on, her body aching to push itself back on Lyria's probing fingers, and take what pleasure she could from this.
"Relax," Loki repeated. "This will all be over soon," he added, feeling Vers's resistance crumble.
A gasp escaped Vers's lips, nearly making her cum on the spot as Lyria pinched her clit. Another stab of desire coursed through her body as Loki sunk the plug deeper inside her.
She had already resigned herself to losing, but couldn't understand how or even why her body responded to this intrusion the way it did, her body practically vibrating with desire at her own debasement.
"Look at me, Vers," Loki said, pushing on the base of the plug insistently. "It's time."
Vers let out a groan, feeling the plug stretch her insides, an ache deep in her ass as she accepted the reality of her situation. She felt the fight leave her body, knowing there was no point in fighting, not anymore. Loki had won.
She craned her neck, looking over her shoulder into the intense and determined eyes of her captor as he sunk the plug the rest of the way inside her ass, feeling the cool base of the plug resting firmly against her asshole.
"You are mine, always," Loki said, pumping his finger into Vers's dripping cunt, their eyes locked.
"Ugggh," Vers groaned, unable to look away, realizing only then that it was Loki's fingers inside her dripping sex, and not Lyria's. She didn't know when it happened, nor did she care as her need for release overtook her.
Her mind flashed back to Safira and Lady Vers, how their versions of Loki had captured them, just as Loki did with her. She let out a mew of pleasure as Loki added another finger to her slick pussy, pumped them inside her at a steady pace.
Lyria, with a genuine smile on her face, took a step back, enjoying the arousing sight of a slave being claimed by her master. She could see the lust in Vers's eyes as she looked up at Loki, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusting fingers.
She hadn't realized it yet, but today she had taken a big step towards accepting who she really was, and who she belonged to.
Loki hadn't tamed her, not yet. That would come later. Vers was still far too stubborn to accept her true nature, but she was a step closer now than when they first walked into her shop.
She released her grip on Vers's wrists and ankles, watching as she met Loki's thrusting fingers, grunting and moaning in ecstasy, not even realizing she was no longer restrained.
Vers could feel it. She was so close. As intense as her dreams had been, it was nothing compared to the real thing. Her body felt alive with pleasure in a way she had never experienced before. It was overwhelming, sinful, threatening to drown her in her own desire.
"Cum for me, Vers," Loki said huskily, circling her clit with his thumb as continued to thrust his fingers into her needy cunt.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! AWGAWD! LOOOKKKKIII!" Vers screamed out as she came, her toes curling as the most powerful orgasm if her life rocked her body.
She slumped onto the table, gasping for breath as she felt Loki slowly withdraw his fingers from her dripping cunt. She pushed her hair out of her face, realizing only then that Lyria wasn't holding her anymore, not even sure when she had released her.
She turned over onto her back, still breathing hard as she stared up into the lust filled eyes of Loki, a thin sheen of sweat now covering her body. She felt her heart flutter, feeling an undeniable attraction to her captor, one that she could no longer deny even though she didn't fully understand it.
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