Carol yawned as she woke up, lying on her side. She stretched her arms, feeling Loki's arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and his warm breath against the nape of her neck, still half asleep.
She felt comfortable; more than that, it felt right, and she didn't want to move, enjoying the warmth of Loki's body pressed tightly against hers.
As she settled into his embrace it suddenly hit her all at once, all the memories from the previous day rushing back at once.
She had lost her fight against Loki, and along with it, her best chance at freedom, and now she wore his collar.
Reaching up, she traced her fingers over the polished stones inset into her collar. They didn't feel cold to the touch like she'd expected, instead they felt warm, just above room temperature, making is feel surprisingly pleasant against her skin.
"Mind, space, reality," she murmured, remembering what Loki had said, each of them controlling a primordial force of the universe.
It was power beyond imagination, but frustratingly just beyond her reach. Loki had made sure of that.
Feeling a flash of anger, she gripped Loki's wrist, attempting to extricate herself from his grip, but no matter how hard she strained, she couldn't break his grip, further reinforcing the large strength disparity between them, even while he slept.
She groaned, ceasing her struggles when she felt Loki shift in his sleep, his cock still buried deep inside her ass.
Even while he was asleep he was hard, but what surprised her the most was how good it feeling the heat of his cock inside her like this, her face flushing as she remembered what it felt like when he took her ass, how she had moaned, how she screamed his name as she came.
Then there was the other part of their bargain. She had agreed to it in the heat of the moment, and would now have to pay the price.
Losing the battle meant she now had to call him master, and while her situation itself hadn't changed, she knew it was another step she'd willingly taken into Loki's control, and her own subjugation.
Loki let out a yawn of his own as he woke up. Even without the physical strain of using the mind stone on Proxima it had been both time consuming, and taxing on his mind regardless, which meant he had very little sleep to go on, but it certainly felt pleasant to wake up feeling his cock sheathed in his slave's tight ass.
"Good morning, my slave," Loki murmured, placing a kiss on Carol's neck. "How did you sleep?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Fine," Carol muttered. "…. Master," she added, knowing she couldn't renege on their deal now, and risk losing another opportunity at freedom in the future.
Loki let out a low chuckle, palming Carol's breast as he did, giving it a firm squeeze. "You know, I don't think I'll ever grow tired of that word on your lips."
Carol looked over her shoulder at Loki, unamused. "What now, Master?" she asked.
Loki chuckled, unsheathing his cock from Carol's ass. "I have a surprise for you," he said, "but first things first." He sat up, patting his lap expectantly.
Carol looked back at Loki, letting out a sigh, knowing what he wanted, but rather than fight the inevitable she lay down across his lap, watching as he reached for her plug sitting on the nightstand, grunting softly when he pressed the head of the plug against her asshole.
With Loki's cock inside her ass through the night, keeping her stretched, he easily slid her plug back inside her, but surprisingly, she found herself missing the feel of Loki's cock inside her, finding it much more comfortable than her plug.
"What surprise?" She asked, feeling some trepidation at the prospect of another one of Loki's surprises.
She watched as Loki stood up, getting dressed, with mixed feelings. Just like everything else he did, there was a purpose to this as well, a not-so-subtle reminder of the power disparity between them.
"That would ruin the surprise," Loki said mysteriously, taking her hand, and helping her to her feet.
He then led her out of the bedroom, his hand resting on the base of her plug with a deceptively strong grip, one she knew she couldn't break.
Carol stared up at Loki, her curiosity getting the better of her. They rarely, if ever, visited this section of the ship. There was nothing down this hallway besides a storage bay and the med bay, the only two parts of the ship Loki hadn't bothered to re-model when he stole her ship.
"What are we doing here, Master?" She asked, furrowing her brows as they stood in front of the med bay doors.
Neither of them were injured, but when Loki opened the doors, and they stepped inside, her eyes widened in shock.
She looked back and forth between the blue alien woman and Loki, her eyes widening in alarm.
"W-what?… What's going on?" She asked, recognizing the woman. She was the same one that Loki fought, but what was she doing here? She had been positive Loki killed her along with the other one Thanos sent after him.
"This is Proxima Midnight," Loki explained, moving to stand in front of the unconscious former member of the Black Order. "Your new protector. I expect you to follow her orders as if they were mine."
"You have got to be kidding me!" Carol exclaimed, feeling a mix of indignation and worry. "She tried to kill you less than a week ago!"
"That won't be a concern anymore," Loki replied, tapping her collar meaningfully. "I've made a few changes to her personality. Her main priority now is your protection."
"Why even bother?" She demanded. "Just give me back my powers and I can protect myself just fine."
"Can you?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow, a hint of a smirk on his face. "How did that work out for you when you fought me?"
"That's different, Master," Carol growled. "Besides, she didn't beat you either," she added snidely.
"No," Loki acknowledged, "but she got closer than most, and with her abilities she would make the perfect bodyguard for you."
Carol crossed her arms, looking back and forth between Proxima and Loki. She knew she didn't have any choice in the matter, but she still chafed at the thought of one more person she had to take orders from.
Tapping into the Mind Stone, Loki woke Proxima up, watching her carefully to make sure the changes to her mind held, ready to put her back to sleep just in case.
Proxima blinked, looking around as she sat up. "Lord Loki," she said, bowing her head respectfully. "What's happened? Why am I here?"
Loki checked Proxima's mind one final time, scanning her surface thoughts, smiling inwardly at what he found.
The changes had worked out even better than he had hoped for. Transferring her near-fanatical devotion from Thanos to him, while re-focusing her anger and hatred on the mad titan, along with the other mental changes he made, had turned her into an even more formidable warrior.
He dug deeper into her mind, searching out Proxima's feelings for Carol, smiling when he hit on her need to protect Carol, and her willingness to sacrifice her own life should it come to it.
"You don't remember?" Loki asked, testing her response to her altered memories.
"No, Lord Loki," Proxima replied, shaking her head. "Everything is hazy."
"I suppose that's not surprising. You took a bad hit to your head," Loki replied, further re-enforcing the alterations to her memories. "You turned on the Black Order and attacked Cull Obsidian."
"Is he still alive?" Proxima asked, looking back and forth between Carol and Loki, her nostrils flaring as she remembered what Thanos had done to her.
"No," Loki replied, cracking a smile. "There's no getting up after a hit like that."
"Thank you, Lord Loki," Proxima replied gratefully as it all came rushing back to her, remembering Loki's promise to defeat Thanos once and for all, his offer to heal her injuries, and finally her pledge of loyalty to him.
There were many who made such promises to her over the years, often in a desperate attempt to save their own lives, but Lord Loki was the first she truly believed could do it.
"Get dressed," Loki said, tossing a bag to Proxima. "I had the Dwarves forge that for you. It will protect you far better than your old armor."
"Thank you," Proxima said gratefully. She hadn't relished the idea of wearing her old uniform, but when she laid eyes on her new armor, her eyes widened in shock. "Uru," she breathed.
"Yes," Loki replied, "that did not come cheap either. I hope it shows you how much faith I've put in you, Proxima."
"Yes, Lord Loki," Proxima replied, quickly getting dressed. "I will not fail you."
Her new armor fit her like a second skin, but didn't feel tight or uncomfortable, as if it was made for her, and her alone to wear.
Carol crossed her arms, glaring openly at Proxima, the jealously rolling off her in waves.
Seeing her lying in the pod, she had expected Loki to force her to remain nude as well, but it seemed like that rule only applied to her.
"Something to say, little slave?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow, the amusement clear in his tone.
"Why am I the only one that doesn't get clothes, Master?" Carol demanded.
"And where is all this hostility coming from? You don't even like clothes," Loki dismissed with a laugh.
"That's not tru-" Carol began angrily, only to be interrupted by Loki.
"Isn't it?" Loki challenged. "It was only yesterday that I allowed you to wear armor, and you didn't seem to like that one bit."
"I… that's not.." Carol stuttered, looking back and forth between Proxima and Loki, not sure how to explain it.
"If I may, Lord Loki?" Proxima interrupted, stepping forward.
Loki nodded his head, amusement dancing in his eyes, eager to see how the new and improved Proxima would handle Carol's tantrum.
Proxima stood in front of Carol, towering over her as she grabbed her collar, forcing Carol to crane her neck to look up at her. "That is your master, little slave, and you will treat him with respect in all things."
Carol glared up at Proxima, refusing to back down. "You can't intimidate me. I already know you can't hurt me."
"Hurt, no," Proxima agreed, bringing her hand down on Carol's ass with a sharp smack. "Punish, is another matter entirely."
Carol yelped, rubbing her sore ass as she looked back and forth between Loki and Proxima in shock, no longer so sure of herself.
Proxima spanked her, and more than that Loki had allowed it to happen. What ever dynamic she had expected between herself and Proxima, this wasn't it.
"She is a mouthy little thing, my lord, is she not?" Proxima asked, looking back at Loki, amused more than anything by Carol's defiance.
"Perhaps, but she's still learning what it means to belong to another," Loki agreed.
"Then allow me to educate her," Proxima said, turning to look at Carol again. "Little slave, you are already wearing all that your master requires of you. This collar," she said, giving it a gentle tug, before reaching down, and gripping the base of her plug, "and this plug are all the adornments your master deems you need. It declares to all what you are, and most importantly, who you belong to."
Carol growled, twisting her body to break out of Proxima's grip, but just like Loki, Proxima was far stronger than she was.
Proxima chuckled, "I can see why you are so taken with her, my lord," easily holding Carol in place as she struggled. "If nothing else, she is certainly amusing," she added, releasing Carol.
Carol stumbled back, glaring at Proxima as she moved closer to Loki, feeling him wrap his arm around her waist, holding her close to him.
That quick exchange with Proxima had been a massive blow to her already fragile ego as she quickly realized there was no way to intimidate the former member of the black order, and more than that, with Proxima as her new bodyguard she had no chance of giving Loki the slip like she'd done on Knowhere.
"I need some time to think about my next steps," Loki said, breaking the standoff between Carol and Proxima. "Proxima, take Carol back to the bedroom. I will be there later."
"What? No!" Carol said in surprise. The last thing she wanted was to spend time alone with Proxima. There was no telling what she would do to her, especially after proving she could bend the rules Loki imposed on her.
"Come, little slave," Proxima said, easily gripping Carol's wrists in her hand as she pulled her to the door, ignoring Carol's protests, as she received a set of mental instructions from Loki via the mind stone.
"Master!" Carol demanded as she watched Loki sit down in the command chair, turning his back to her as Proxima dragged her out of the bridge.
***
Thanos stood watching dispassionately as his forces fought against the combined might of the Asgardians and the Dwarves, annoyed that it had come to this, but he had little choice in the matter after finding Nidavellir abandoned.
He needed the gauntlet, and with the Dwarves missing, there was only one place left for him to acquire one. He knew going in it would be a costly battle, and one he had hoped to avoid at least until Odin passed.
Fate unfortunately had other ideas, and with Loki on his own search for the Infinity Stones it was only a matter of time before they crossed paths again, but finding the Dwarves here at least simplified his plans.
He could eliminate them here and now, and deny Loki a gauntlet of his own to wield the stones in his possession.
He looked off into the distance, watching as a single man laid waste to his forces. Odin, even in his advanced age, he was still a force to be reckoned with, and further afield he saw his son doing the same, but he lacked the same power and gravitas of his father, and would soon be overwhelmed by Ebony Maw.
He raised his hand, not wanting to draw out this battle any longer than he had to, unleashing a raw surge of energy from the power stone as he cut a bloody swath through the Asgardian forces, along with a few of his own not quick enough to move out of his way in time.
He winced, looking at his hand, smelling burned flesh, realizing quickly that even a single use of the power stone was not without consequence.
He looked across the barren battlefield. With no one else standing in his way, he stepped over the charred remains of the fallen warriors, crossing the battlefield as Odin did the same as they finally met face to face.
"There is nothing for you here but blood and death," Odin spat, glaring at the Mad Titan. "Leave now while you still have a chance."
"I would be glad to," Thanos replied, surprising Odin. "The Infinity Gauntlet in your possession is all that I require. Give it to me, and you have my word I will never darken your doorstep again."
"And my sons?" Odin asked, looking as if he was considering the Mad Titan's offer.
"No harm will come to him," Thanos replied, glancing in Thor's direction as he continued his losing battle with Ebony, "but Loki is another matter entirely. We had an agreement. He broke it. There is a price to pay for that."
Odin hissed, low in his throat as he surged forward, Gungnir in hand, using the extended reach of his spear to his advantage as he stabbed at Thanos's chest.
Thanos, quick to react, sidestepped to the right as he brought down his double-bladed sword, a shower of sparks erupting as he deflected the blow, giving a rare nod of respect to the Asgardian king as they circled each other.
He was every bit the warrior-king the stories spoke of, and more. A truly formidable warrior, even in his advanced age.
Odin's eyes narrowed as he watched Thanos carefully. Despite his bulky frame, Thanos was fast, impossibly so as they clashed again and again, deflecting each other's attacks in a deadly dance for supremacy.
In his prime, he would have had little to fear from the so-called mad titan, but age had slowed him just enough to make this a challenge.
He eyed the power stone gripped tightly in Thanos's fist wearily. He could see the fresh burns on his hand and knew that despite the threat he presented, he could not use the stone for long, not without killing himself in the process.
Switching to his magic, he let out a jet of fire, attempting to burn a hole through Thanos's head, only for his adversary to raise his sword at the last moment, catching his spell on the flat of his blade.
Thanos grit his teeth as he felt the heat from Odin's spell radiate off his sword, watching it turn bright red, but all he could do was stand there and take the hit, knowing that if Odin's spell met flesh, it would all be over.
Odin felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead as he held his spell far longer than he intended to.
Splitting his focus, he glanced across the battlefield. Many of Thanos's forces were nothing more than rampaging animals, wild, and untrained, but it was their sheer numbers that had him truly worried.
Even with the Dwarves fighting by their side, Thanos's forces outnumbered them five to one, his horde slowly but surely overwhelming them. It left him with only one path to victory: defeating Thanos himself.
Knowing he couldn't maintain his spell for much longer, he cut off his magical attack, switching back to his spear as he went for clubbing blows, targeting Thanos's wrists, elbows, and knees.
Thanos let out a grunt of pain as Odin's spear pierced his thigh, slicing through his armor with ease, but he grabbed onto the shaft, holding it tight as he swung his sword at Odin's neck in a wide arc, only for the seasoned warrior to let go of his spear, rolling to the side, and ensuring his blade hit nothing but air.
Despite missing, he grinned savagely at Odin, his opponent disarmed, only to cry out in agony as Odin's spear wretched itself from his thigh and returned to Odin's outstretched hand by an unseen force.
Odin stared back at Thanos with grim satisfaction. With his leg now hobbled, speed was no longer Thanos's advantage, ensuring their battle came down to skill and power.
Thanos seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he changed his fighting stance, shifting his injured leg behind him as he raised his sword.
This time he was the first to attack, his sword still glowing hot as he jumped in the air, bringing his blade down in a viscous arc, hoping to either cut Odin in two, or split his weapon in half.
Odin grunted, falling to one knee as he held his spear with both hands, the ground cracking underneath his feet as he caught Thanos's blade on the shaft of his spear.
Shifting his weight, he shoved his spear up, throwing Thanos off balance the moment he landed, then swung his spear around, striking Thanos's injured leg.
Thanos glared, shuffling backwards out of Odin's reach. He looked down at his fist, the Power Stone still clutched tightly in his hand.
He had to use it despite the risk of injury. Bracing himself, he sent another blast of purple energy at Odin, grimacing at the smell of his burning flesh as he lost feeling in his charred fingers.
Odin's eyes widened as the beam of energy bore down on him, but turned to the side at the last second, turning it from a direct hit to a glancing blow, but it was still enough to send him flying backwards, and hit the ground hard as he rolled to a stop, his armor singed and cracked.
He groaned, feeling every one of his years as he used his spear to support himself as he staggered back to his feet, staring grimly at the bloody swatch of destruction left behind by Thanos's attack.
It wasn't just his own soldiers, but Thanos's own forces as well caught in the wake of his attack.
'Mad titan is right,' he thought, understanding now why he uses these beasts in the vanguard of his attacks. He cared nothing for their lives. They were nothing but cannon fodder used to overwhelm enemy lines, and little else.
The attack, however, was not without cost. He could see the smoke coming from Thanos's ruined fist, could smell his burned flesh, and doubted he could make use of the power stone a third time.
He surged forward, knowing that he had to keep the pressure on. He cast one last worried glance back at his son Thor, watching him battle Thanos's general. As much as he loved his son, he was not known for his guile, and the superior skills of his opponent would soon overwhelm him.
Turning his attention back to Thanos he jumped high in the air, pointing his spear downwards as he reached the peak of his jump, aiming for Thanos's head, but instead of following through with a physical attack he sent a blast of energy from Gungir.
Thanos looked up as the energy blast bore down on him, his eyes widening. Left with even less time to react than before, he raised his sword, using it as a shield to bear the brunt of Odin's attack.
The energy blast sent him skidding backwards, his heels digging into the earth as the force of the attack pushed him backwards.
He dropped to one knee as he withstood the attack, only for his blade to shatter, embedding shards of his own weapon in his arm and chest, and slam him into the ground with the full force of Odin's attack.
He grimaced, looking at his sword. The blade was obviously ruined, the same one Odin hit with his fire magic, and weakening the metal.
He twisted the handle, detaching the ruined part of his sword, leaving him with a single-bladed weapon as he got back to his feet just as Odin landed in front of him.
He looked at the warrior-king with a newfound respect as they traded blows, he with his sword, and Odin with his spear in a deadly dance as they ducked and weaved around each other's attacks, their weapons clanging together faster and faster as their battle turned purely physical.
Odin felt his bones ache each time their weapons clashed, feeling the vibrations going up and down his arms as he kept up the brutal pace of their fight, knowing that any mistake he made now would cost him dearly.
Thanos seemed to be of the same mind as he struck with even greater force, forcing Odin to go on the defensive as he weathered the attacks, but eventually his youth won out over Odin's experience as he landed a hammer kick to Odin's chest, sending him flying backward.
Odin grimaced as he felt his armor buckle and then crack as he flew backwards, but still had the presence of mind to flip around, planting the butt of his spear in the ground, digging a deep furrow in the earth as he skidded to a stop.
Thanos took a deep breath as Odin slowly rose to his feet. It had been some time since an opponent had pushed him to his limit like this, something he deeply respected the warrior king for, but as he caught sight of Corvus Glaive sprinting towards him he knew it was time to bring this battle to an end.
"Master," Corvus said, dropping to one knee in front of Thanos as he held up the Infinity Gauntlet he liberated from Odin's treasury vault.
"You have done well," Thanos praised, slipping on the gauntlet and fitting the power stone into its setting, watching out of the corner of his eye as Odin's eye widened in recognition.
He raised the gauntlet, firing a tightly packed beam of energy at Odin, noting that while there was still a strain from using it, it was far more manageable with the gauntlet to channel the power through.
The beam accelerated, crackling with energy as it sped towards Odin, cleanly slicing through his armor before he could react, and piercing his chest before bursting out of his back and continuing onwards.
He watched dispassionately as the old king fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
Walking forward, he knelt beside the fallen king taking his last breaths. "You fought well," he praised, "but this was inevitable."
He could see Odin trying to speak, his mouth pooling with blood as he struggled to breathe.
"I will keep my word," Thanos promised quietly. "No harm will come to your son," he said as they both looked at Thor, now defeated and restrained by Ebony Maw.
Odin could only nod before the light left his eyes, and he took his last breath.
"Master?" Corvus questioned, standing beside him as the battle wound down, the Asgardians and Dwarves defeated.
"Nothing has changed," Thanos said, standing up. "Kill half the Asgardians, and the Dwarves that remain, but spare his son. After that we leave."
"Where?" Corvus asked.
"Earth," Thanos replied, walking back to his ship.
***
"I don't need you to follow me," Carol said, shooting Proxima a glare as they walked back to the bedroom. "I can get there myself."
Proxima shot Carol a smirk, letting out an amused chuckle. "That is not for you to decide, little slave, and you know it."
Carol huffed as they walked into the bedroom, turning on her heel to face the former follower of Thanos. "There! I'm here. You can leave now," she said, continuing to glare.
"Soon," Proxima said, making her way to the chest sitting against the wall.
Carol eyed her suspiciously. "What are you doing with that?" she demanded, stepping closer, annoyed that Proxima could unlock the chest, but not her.
"No," Proxima said, looking over her shoulder at Carol. "You are to wait on the bed," she said, rummaging through the chest of Carol's clothes and other adornments until she found what she was looking for.
Carol, knowing she could not disobey an order from the blue-skinned woman, flounced to the bed, sitting down. A part of her hoped Proxima would give her something to wear, but the more realistic side of her knew that was unlikely.
The only time Loki allowed her to wear clothes was when they left the ship, and considering they were still flying at top speed, that didn't seem likely.
Staring at Proxima, she only got more confused as she watched her pull out a set of coiled ropes.
She frowned, wondering what Proxima was planning to do with those as she moved in front of the bed. She followed Proxima's gaze up to the bulkhead, noticing for the first time there was a set of metal rings attached to the ceiling.
"What are you doing with those?" She asked suspiciously, seeing the hooks on the ends of the rope, and watching as Proxima clipped the ropes into the metal rings, counting off five coils of rope, and all of them at varying lengths.
"Come here," Proxima said, curling her finger as she beckoned Loki's slave.
"…No," Carol said suspiciously, crawling further back on the bed as she kept her eyes trained on Proxima, "not until you tell me what you're doing with those."
"That wasn't a request, little slave," Proxima replied, giving Carol a reproachful look. "You will do as you're told, or face the consequences."
"Don't call me that!" Carol snapped, crossing her arms, wishing she had her powers back so she could send a bolt of energy at the smug woman, and blast her through the wall.
"A slave?" Proxima asked with a raised eyebrow, resting her hand on her hip as she smirked. "Then pray tell, what should I refer to you as, hmm? What are you if not Lord Loki's slave?"
"I'm not-" Carol shouted, only to be cut off by Proxima.
"Aren't you? Why else do you wear his collar? Why else do you call him master?"
"That's… I.. It's not…" Carol sputtered, trying to find the words, but coming up blank, wondering how she could explain her complicated relationship with Loki, and the wager she'd made with him.
"I thought as much," Proxima replied flatly. "And I won't ask so nicely a third time, so come here. Now."
Carol glared at Proxima. It was bad enough when Loki spanked her, but she had grown to accept that as something outside of her control.
It was something else entirely when Proxima threatened to do the same to her though.
Her anger simmered beneath the surface at being ordered around by this woman, but she was also well aware Proxima would make good on her previous threat if she didn't obey her now.
Carol shuffled off the bed, eying Proxima wearily as she stepped closer, unwilling to go through that indignity.
"Good girl," Proxima murmured, gripping Carol's collar. "You will make your master proud yet. Now hold still."
Carol let out an exasperated breath as Proxima repeated the words Loki so often said to her before an idea struck her.
It was obvious Proxima was under the influence of Loki's mental suggestions, just like she had been, and if she could break through them, then so could Proxima, but therein lay the problem.
Was it a good idea to break Proxima's mental suggestions? She had no way of telling what would happen if she did. This was Thanos's general. Would she try to kill them again, following the last order Thanos gave her?
She looked at Proxima curiously as she wrapped the coil of rope snugly around her chest, leaving her breasts exposed, and tying it off in the back where she couldn't reach.
"What are you doing?" Carol demanded as Proxima took another length of rope, wrapping it around her biceps this time.
"Your master ordered me not to ruin the surprise for you," Proxima said, taking Carol's other arm, and wrapping a coil of rope around it as well.
"…What if I told you.." Carol said, choosing her words carefully. "What if you were being manipulated?"
"I would say you have a fanciful imagination, little slave," Proxima replied absently, checking her knots to make sure they would hold.
"I'm serious," Carol whispered, casting a glance up, knowing that in addition to Proxima, Mimir was also listening in as well, and would report everything it heard back to Loki.
Proxima didn't reply, bending down to wrap a coil of rope around Carol's right thigh next.
"Loki's done something to your mind," Carol hissed, throwing caution to the wind. "You're not thinking clearly."
Proxima looked at Carol before letting out a loud laugh. "On the contrary, little slave, I've never thought more clearly in my life, and I have Lord Loki to thank for that," she said, wrapping the last coil of rope around Carol's left thigh.
Carol wanted to palm her face in frustration. Of course, Loki wouldn't make this easy. He had probably buried Proxima's loyalty to him deep within her mind, and well out of her reach, the same way he had locked away her training and abilities.
Her thoughts suddenly came to a grinding halt, letting out a startled yelp as the ropes unexpectedly tightened.
Proxima couldn't hold back her amused laugh at the expression on Carol's face as the purpose of the ropes suddenly became clear as she hung suspended in the air, face down as the ropes shortened, taking her off her feet.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" Carol demanded, looking up at Proxima.
Proxima smirked, cupping Carol's chin, and tilting her head up until their eyes met. "So innocent," she murmured. "I think I understand now why Lord Loki is so fascinated by you, little slave," she said, pushing on Carol's forehead and watching as Carol swung back and forth.
"Damn it!" Carol growled, struggling to pull herself free of the ropes, but the knots were frustratingly just out of her reach. "Let me down!"
"That is for your master to decide," Proxima smiled, going back to the chest. "One final touch," she said, pulling out a ball gag, and walking back in front of Carol, and holding it out for her to see.
Carol's eyes widened as she shook her head. "No! Don't even think about it!" She growled, but before she could close her mouth again, Proxima already had the ball wedged behind her teeth and was buckling the strap behind her head.
Carol blinked, not even registering how quickly Proxima moved until she tasted the rubber ball locked in her mouth, her angry screams and shouts muffled.
"There," Proxima smirked, running her fingers through Carol's hair as she slowly walked behind her, trailing her fingers down her spine until she gripped the base of her plug, giving it a slow counterclockwise turn.
Carol couldn't help the low groan that escaped her lips as Proxima twisted her plug, the ridges on the base stimulating her nerve endings as her pussy grew slick with desire.
She turned her head, hiding her arousal as she demanded to know what Proxima thought she was doing, but it only came out as muffled grunts, and worse, only seemed to encourage her captor as she continued to twist her plug.
Proxima slowly pulled the plug from Carol's ass, tracing her finger around Carol's gaping asshole, her eyes darkening with lust, tempted to have her way with Lord Loki's precocious slave.
Her body was absolute perfection, as if every part of her was built for pleasure, and to arouse the desires of those around her.
The only thing stopping her from acting out her desires was Lord Loki's orders, and how territorial he was with his slave, but while she couldn't partake of her, it still left her with a few options to at least tease her.
Proxima gripped Carol's ass cheeks, slowly pulling them apart, further exposing her asshole and pussy to her hungry gaze.
'She's already wet,' she observed, seeing the dampness on the slave's hairless mound. Licking her lips, she wondered if she tasted as sweet as she looked.
Carol grunted, twisting her hips, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. While she had grown to accept that clothing would be a rarity for her, at least for the foreseeable future, and nudity was something she would just have to accept, she found herself unprepared for the situation she found herself in now.
She felt exposed, and vulnerable in a way she hadn't felt since Loki first captured her, feeling Proxima's hungry eyes roaming over her most intimate of areas, feeling Proxima's thumb tracing along the rim of her asshole, a place that only Loki had ever dared to venture.
She tried to clamp her cheeks closed, but she was no match for Proxima's strength, feeling like she was held in a velvety smooth vice as she hung helplessly in the air, her arms and legs bound, and spread apart.
The worst part of it was her obvious arousal, something she was sure Proxima had picked up on already, feeling her juices drip from her overheated pussy onto the floor.
She had given up on understanding why things like this aroused her, why she felt the most alive when she was vulnerable, and helpless like this, feeling an added layer of humiliation as Proxima continued to tease her.
"You are Lord Loki's most prized possession," Proxima said, speaking softly, interrupting Carol's train of thought as she traced her fingers along Carol's smooth, supple skin.
"You are his, and while you call him your master, you don't truly believe it," Proxima accused. "Such a pity," she tsked. "You have no idea what you have, do you, little slave?"
Carol grunted, looking over her shoulder at Proxima as she spoke, but couldn't muster the same anger and indignation she normally felt being called a slave, her body alive with pleasure, and muddling her thoughts.
"You think there is a position that would suit you better?" Proxima asked. "One that would make better use of your abilities, one where you can make a difference, one where you can be a hero, one where you are in charge?" She asked, chuckling lightly at the slave's naivety.
"Yet you don't see the opportunity in front of you, a door that is open to you, and you alone. A power that you alone can wield."
Carol looked back at Proxima in confusion, momentarily cutting through her haze of lust as she wondered what she could possibly mean. 'What power?' She thought, feeling a glimmer of hope. Was it something she could wield to free herself from Loki's influence?
"No, that's not the type of power I'm talking about," Proxima said, catching Carol's eye. "Your definition of power is far too limiting. I'm not talking about the power to lay waste to cities, or to vaporize planets."
"What you have the potential to wield is far more subtle, yet far more useful — the ear of one of the most powerful being in the known universe," Proxima revealed.
Carol wanted to groan in frustration as Proxima got her to buy into her game, hook, line, and sinker.
"No, little slave," Proxima replied, reading the expression on her face. "This is no game, and I have told you no lies. Think of it. Lord Loki could take anything he pleased from you, and there would be nothing you could do to stop him, so why hasn't he?"
Carol looked back at Proxima, feeling a shudder of desire as the alien woman played with her asshole, keeping her in a haze of lust, despite the seriousness of what she revealed.
It was true. Loki didn't just take what he wanted from her. He manipulated her, controlled her, but never outright took anything from her she wasn't willing to give, even revealed things to her she knew he wanted to keep secret.
"I think you understand," Proxima continued. "Lord Loki will only grow stronger with time. A kingdom will form around him, and you," she said, giving Carol's ass a firm squeeze. "You could shape what kind of kingdom it is to be. Will it be just? Will it protect the weak, or will it be like so many other tyrannical worlds with little to no mercy or kindness?"
Carol looked at Proxima sharply, wondering how she was supposed to do all that. Loki hardly listened to her as it was, kept secrets from her, even now. He would never agree to let her rule by his side.
"I came from such a world," Proxima revealed. "It was harsh, cruel, and devoid of mercy. We were in the middle of a civil war that threatened to wipe out my kind, and that was before Thanos conquered my world."
"The kingdom Loki builds need not be that way. The right words, spoken at the right time, could temper his darker tendencies, could balance vengeance with mercy, give him a perspective that he hadn't considered," she tempted.
Carol stared back at Proxima, floored by her words. She had never thought about it that way before, now torn between her need for freedom and her chosen duty to help others, and atone for what she had done after the Kree brainwashed her.
"No, little slave," Proxima said gently. "You still don't see. You are not Lord Loki's equal, nor will you ever be. Accept Lord Loki's dominion over you; bend to his will. Then, and only then, will he listen."
Carol looked down, deep in thought, Proxima's words hitting her harder than she expected. Was her freedom worth sacrificing? Was freedom even possible anymore with Loki, Mimir, and now Proxima guarding her?
"I must say, I'm impressed Proxima," Loki said, interrupting Carol's quiet moment of contemplation as he sauntered in, taking in the sight of Carol suspended from the ceiling, feeling his cock stir at the sight of her as he walked a slow circle around his slave, taking in her bondage with obvious approval.
"Did she give you any trouble?" Loki asked, standing beside Proxima as she continued to grope and fondle Carol's ass.
"No, Lord Loki, far from it," Proxima replied, giving him a knowing wink.
"Hmm," Loki replied, acting as if he hadn't heard Proxima and Carol's conversation, one-sided as it was, but the video feed had spoken volumes.
He had only ordered Proxima to bind Carol to see his slave's reaction, to see if she would follow Proxima's orders without him being there to enforce them, but what he found was far more interesting.
Proxima's memories hadn't suggested it at the time, but there was a clear and growing attraction she harbored for his slave, not one she would ever act on, at least without his express permission, but it was there, along with something even more surprising, an understanding, embedded deep within her psyche that Carol belonged to him, along with another quirk he hadn't expected, Proxima adopting his nickname for Carol.
He hadn't put any of that there when he altered her memories, at least not deliberately, but it had possibilities he found himself eager to explore.
"I believe a reward is in order," Loki drawled, moving back in front of Carol, noting that Proxima had positioned Carol at the perfect height to suck his cock.
"A reward?" Proxima asked, her eyes perking up, hoping it would be what she thought it was.
Loki looked down, hiding his smirk as he watched Carol's eyes widen, realization dawning on her. "Yes," he said, running his fingers through Carol's hair, locking eyes with Proxima. "I can see where your interests lie, and I'm offering you a taste."
Proxima looked down, licking her lips nervously, still holding Carol's ass in her hands, her cheeks still pulled wide apart. She would be lying if she said she wasn't interested in partaking in Loki's slave, but was it a test of some kind?
"…I… Lord Loki. I would not dream of taking what is yours," she said, swallowing nervously, unwilling to risk drawing Lord Loki's ire.
"You won't be," Loki replied, dismissing her concerns. "I am offering you a taste, nothing more. If you respect that, then you have nothing to fear from me."
Proxima nodded, her lips suddenly dry as she understood Loki's meaning. "I humbly accept Lord Loki," she said, dropping to her knees behind Carol's ass
Carol let out a startled yelp as she felt Proxima's warm breath on her asshole as Loki gripped her hair tightly in his fist, forcing her to stare up at him instead of looking behind her.
She knew what Proxima wanted, and now that she had Loki's permission, there was nothing she could do to stop this. That knowledge somehow making it easier for her to accept what was about to happen.
This wasn't her choice, not really, but there was a part of her that was curious about what this would feel like. She remembered when Lyria put her tentacle-like fingers in her ass, and the shocking amount of pleasure she felt from the act.
She let out a muffled groan as she felt the tip of Proxima's tongue circle the rim of her ass, feeling a shock of pleasure as her tongue probed and prodded her back entrance.
Her tongue felt wet and warm, slithering inside her. She flexed her asshole, trying to stave off Proxima's invading tongue, but with the firm grip Proxima had on her hips, it was a battle she had no hope of winning.
She hissed low in her throat as she felt Proxima's tongue pierce her asshole. It felt so different from both Loki's cock and Lyria's tentacles, wet and slippery as it explored her depths, turning and vibrating as she pushed deeper inside her.
She looked up at Loki, seeing his expression, his eyes dancing with both mirth and lust as he watched the show, reading her like a book. There was no point in denying what she felt. Loki would see right through it.
She grunted around her ball gag as Proxima pushed her tongue deeper inside her, trying again to clamp down and stop Proxima's invasion, but failing miserably.
It almost felt like Proxima's tongue was getting larger as it explored her depths, her pussy moistening as the pleasure became impossible to ignore. She kicked out her legs, letting out a gasp, her body coming alive with pleasure.
Loki looked down at his slave, observing her reactions. As much as Carol denied it, there were hints of attraction, first with Minn-Erva, then Lyria, and now Proxima.
He doubted she even realized it herself, possibly even confusing it with her deeply rooted desires to be dominated, but it was there, just waiting to be cultivated, and he knew just the thing to plant the seed in her mind.
Carol let another muffled moan as Proxima pumped her tongue inside her ass, wriggling inside her as she hung suspended in the air helplessly. The feeling was indescribable.
She could feel the familiar fog in her mind take root as her pleasure grew, not even fully registering it when Loki removed her gag.
When he pressed his cock to her lips, she parted her lips not thinking twice as she wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking him deep.
Loki threw his head back, letting out a low grunt as Carol took him in her throat, noting Carol's enthusiasm as Proxima licked her asshole, new ideas forming in his mind of what pleasures he would introduce his slave to next.
Carol groaned around Loki's cock as she continued to suck him enthusiastically, pressing her tongue to the underside of his shaft as she felt him sliding in and out of her throat.
It took her a second to realize what was happening, feeling another surge of pleasure. They were rocking her back and forth between them, her asshole impaled on Proxima's tongue one moment, then Loki's cock going down her throat the next.
The experience was wholly new to her, having never imagined doing something like this before, nor having any of her dreams to guide her, but she couldn't deny that it felt good, better than good as Loki and Proxima continued pushed her back and forth between them, falling into a steady rhythm.
She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, Proxima's firm hands on her hips and ass, and Loki's fingers tangled in her hair as they passed her back and forth between each other.
Through the haze of her mounting pleasure, she felt a moment of clarity as she wondered how her life had come to this — becoming the plaything of a god, a slave to his every whim and desire, and how intoxicatingly addictive it had become.
She breathed sharply as Proxima's tongue pushed even deeper inside her, her pleasure spiking. She ached to feel something inside her slick pussy, and she didn't care what it was.
Loki's cock, Proxima's fingers, or tongue, just something to push her over the edge, and make her cum.
Loki grunted as Carol's throat rippled around his cock, adding to his pleasure as he listened to the mews of delight from his slave as Proxima explored the depths of her ass as she sucked him enthusiastically, easily falling into rhythm with them as she rocked back and forth.
He felt his cock twitch as he focused his mind on holding back his orgasm, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. "Good girl," he praised, running his fingers through Carol's hair as she continued sucking on his cock enthusiastically.
Proxima vibrated her tongue inside Carol's ass, smirking as the slave's body stiffened before letting out a guttural moan. She teased her rosebud, pulling her ass cheeks further apart as she traced her thumbs along the rim of her asshole.
She wished Lord Loki would allow her to taste the sweetness of his slave pussy, or at least pump her fingers into her needy cunt, but couldn't risk drawing his ire, hoping that if she served him obediently, he would allow her to sample more of his slave's delights with time.
She could feel the dampness between her own thighs, listening to the delightful noises the little slave made, envisioning what it would feel like to take her pussy with a strapon, or perhaps even her ass, to make her scream in delight as she made her cum.
Loki smirked as he tapped into the power of the Mind Stone, reading Proxima's surface thoughts first before digging into her psyche as he had made one more alteration to Proxima's mind, subtly altering her memories as he tested the limits of the mind stone's power.
She would now remember her eyes lingering on the beautiful women from her past, instead of dismissing them outright, memories of her eyes following the subtly sway of their breasts as they walked, the bounce in their asses, how their clothes clung tightly to their firm bodies.
Seeing the results now, he felt a new appreciation for the Infinity Stone's power. Adding, altering, and removing memories just scratched the surface of what the stone could do.
It was more subtle, and required far more skill, but by altering Proxima's long-term memories he had also subtly influenced her emotions, even her attractions, and only time would tell how deep those changes went.
"Get ready, Carol," he grunted, looking down at his slave as she eagerly slurped on his cock, no longer even trying to disguise her lust.
Carol met Loki's eyes, wrapping her lips tightly around his cock, unwilling to lose even a drop of his seed, exhaling sharply through her nose as Proxima flicked her tongue.
She was close, on the very edge of an orgasm, and it was without Loki and Proxima even touching her pussy, then she felt it, Loki's cock twitching once, then twice before he erupted inside her mouth.
Loki looked at Proxima as Carol obediently licked his cock clean. "There is a bedroom prepared for you. Mimir will show you the way," he said as his cock popped out of Carol's mouth.
Proxima reluctantly pulled her tongue out of Carol's ass, recognizing the dismissal for what it was. "Yes, Lord Loki," she replied, giving Carol one last lingering look before she rose to her feet and moved to the door.
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