Carol woke up, sitting up in the bed as she looked around with a yawn. Loki was gone, having left again while she slept. He had been in a funk ever since he learned about his father's passing, and his part in it.
Although he never spoke of it, she could tell that he missed his father, regardless of the complex relationship he had with his family.
She sighed, missing the trickster god's presence, especially when she woke up, held safely in his arms each morning.
She stood up, going to the window to look at the stars as she felt the rhythmic hum of the engines beneath her feet.
They were traveling at full speed, and had been for the last four days, to Vormir, the place Loki learned about from Odin's memories.
She felt a shiver go down her spine as she thought about the implications. With each stone Loki found, the likelihood of them coming face to face with Thanos increased. They had gotten lucky so far in avoiding him, but she knew their luck wouldn't last forever.
"Awake I see," Proxima said with a smug grin as she sauntered in.
Carol whirled around, shooting a withering glare at her bodyguard, knowing that Mimir had informed Proxima the moment she woke.
She hated how well the AI and Proxima got along, both of them taking a special kind of pleasure in ordering her around, and controlling every aspect of her life, going further than Loki ever did.
"Get yourself cleaned up," Proxima said, tilting her head to the bathroom. "You're needed on the bridge, little slave."
Carol said nothing, giving Proxima a hard stare as she walked into the bathroom, the shower turning on the moment she stepped inside, as Mimir set the water to the perfect temperature.
She tilted her head, letting the warm water wash over her, as she thought about Loki, wondering if she should try talking to him. For the most part, he kept things close to the vest, only revealing things when it became inconvenient not to. Would he tell her anything or just shut her out?
"Don't dawdle," Proxima said, leaning against the door frame. "Soap, now," she ordered sternly.
Carol looked down, taking a deep breath, knowing that mouthing off to her bodyguard never worked out well for her. She was far too quick to put her over her knee, and spank her, turning her ass red too many times to count, and leaving her unable to sit down comfortably for hours afterwards.
She reached for the soap, rubbing it across her skin, along her breasts, down her torso, and between her legs. Through it all, she could feel Proxima's eyes on her, drinking in every detail.
She felt her cheeks redden as she remembered what Proxima's tongue felt like in her ass, how she'd licked her as she sucked Loki, but not because she had any attraction to the woman.
It went deeper than that. For reasons she didn't fully understand, the feeling of being restrained and helpless, of having no control over what happened to her, while paradoxically feeling the safety and security of Loki's presence aroused her like nothing else.
She couldn't say the same for Proxima, though. She could feel her eyes linger on her far longer than was strictly necessary in her role as bodyguard, but had only acted on her desires once, and only with Loki's permission.
She felt the alien woman wanted more, to do more things to her, but from the way she spoke, and the way she treated her, it felt more physical than anything else, unlike with Loki.
When the shower turned off, she stepped outside, not surprised to find Proxima standing there with a towel held between her outstretched hands.
She turned around, waiting as Proxima wrapped the towel around her, drying her off.
She could easily feel Proxima's hands through the towel, fondling her breasts, moving down her sides, between her legs, even down the crack of her ass, meticulously chasing away every droplet of water she could find.
It went well beyond her role as bodyguard, and her touches felt far more intimate than they strictly needed to be, but she knew better than to call her out on it.
Proxima needed little incentive to turn vindictive, finding new and increasingly humiliating ways to punish her that she could easily justify to Loki.
"There," Proxima smirked as she removed the towel, giving Carol's ass a light smack. "You're ready to see your master, little slave… well, almost," she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
"Almost?" Carol asked, turning around to face her bodyguard with a resigned sigh as she saw the gleam in her eye.
Proxima nodded, going to the chest, and returning with a silver leash she clipped to her collar.
"Really?" Carol asked incredulously. "What do you think I'm going to do, run?" She asked. "We're on a damn spaceship!"
"No, little slave," Proxima tsked. "I know you're not going to run, this is for another purpose."
Carol set her jaw as she glared at Proxima, hating when she called her that, and even though she knew Proxima did it to get under her skin, it didn't make it any less effective.
"And what purpose is that?" Carol demanded.
"You are Lord Loki's slave, but you still don't understand what that means, nor your duty to him," Proxima answered. "Consider this an education," she smirked, pointing at the floor.
"What?" Carol asked, looking down at the floor with a confused look.
"On your hands and knees. Until I or Lord Loki say otherwise, you are to crawl," Proxima said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Carol shouted. "Absolutely not! I will not humiliate myself like that."
"You will," Proxima said, the smirk falling from her face, no longer amused.
Carol took a step back, a look of defiance on her face, refusing to back down, but before she could even register what happened, she was already in Proxima's clutches, turned around and bent over.
SMACK! The first spank landed hard, catching Carol by surprise as she let out a loud yelp as three more spanks landed in quick succession.
She struggled in Proxima's grip, grunting in pain as the alien woman continued to spank her with one hand as she gripped her collar with the other. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She grit her teeth, refusing to give in, but after the tenth spank she couldn't pretend anymore that it didn't sting as she yelped and groaned in pain, knowing that If Proxima didn't stop soon, she would have trouble sitting down for the rest of the day.
"Alright! Alright! Damn it!" Carol cursed, finally cracking. "I'll do it! Just stop!"
SMACK! Proxima landed one more spank, much harder than the others. "That last one is for wasting my time," she said, pointing to the floor. "I won't ask so nicely a second time," she warned.
Carol shot Proxima another angry glare as she dropped to her hands and knees, rubbing her abused ass, hating Proxima for reducing her to this.
She had grudgingly accepted having to take Loki's orders, but it was different with him. He not only defeated her in battle twice but also returned her memories to her, freed her from the Kree, and saved her from the Collector. He had won the right to do what he did, but it wasn't the same for Proxima.
The authority she had was just handed to her, and while it was from Loki, she still chafed under her increasingly strict control.
Looking up at Proxima, she doubted she could beat her in a fair fight, but it went beyond that. After everything she'd been through with Loki, and Proxima's role as her bodyguard, she should be the one in charge of her, not the other way around.
"Anything else to say?" Proxima asked, looking down at Lord Loki's slave, hiding her smile at the little slave's act of defiance.
Once properly trained, every warlord and king from one side of the galaxy to the other would covet her, but the little slave had a long way to go before that day came.
Carol shook her head, not trusting herself to speak as she stared at the ground, doing her best to hide her flushed face, hoping she could eventually live this down.
"Good," Proxima said, leading the unruly slave out of the bedroom.
Carol crawled after Proxima, her face red as she took in the world from her new perspective.
It was both humbling and humiliating in equal measure, and the only thing that would make it worse was the look on Loki's face when he saw her like this.
"You've been lax in your duties, little slave," Proxima said as she led her through the halls of the ship.
"Duties?" Carol asked, looking up at Proxima, wondering what she was up to now.
"You've noticed it. I can tell. Something troubles Lord Loki, and you've done nothing about it," Proxima explained. "I don't presume to know what goes on in his head, but you do. So why have you done nothing about it?"
"He doesn't talk to me like that," Carol replied, not sure why she was even explaining herself to Proxima of all people. "He never talks about himself, and besides that, he's gone every morning, either to the bridge, or locking himself away in his workshop."
"He leaves in the morning, because you give him no reason to stay," Proxima replied.
"How am I supposed to do that if he won't talk to me?" Carol snapped.
"You have something far more powerful than words to command the attention of your master, little slave," Proxima replied. "It's time you learned to use it."
Carol looked at Proxima, surprised. For a moment, it sounded like she was actually trying to help her, but before she could consider it further, the doors to the bridge opened.
Loki looked up from his data pad, with a raised eyebrow as he took a moment to appreciate Proxima and Carol's entrance, feeling his cock stir as he took in the sight of his slave on her hands and knees, kneeling beside Proxima.
He hadn't called for either of them, but the sight of Carol collared and leashed made it difficult to turn them away.
He regarded Proxima for a moment. Altering her memories had certainly led to a few surprises, but ones he could appreciate.
Her compulsion to protect Carol had blossomed into a physical attraction to her, not one she would ever act on without his permission. But even more curious, after a quick search of her memories he found that there had been no one, man or woman that Proxima had ever been attracted to, prior to the changes he'd made to her mind.
Her loyalty to him had also evolved in ways he hadn't expected as she not only followed his orders but also anticipated his needs, proven by Carol's arrival.
He hadn't ordered Proxima to bring her, hadn't even voiced a desire to see her, but now that Carol was here, he had no desire to send her back to the bedroom either.
"She was being disobedient," Proxima said in a bored tone, bending down to unclip the leash from Carol's collar.
"I can see that," Loki replied with a smirk, seeing Carol's reddened ass.
Carol's mouth fell open at how quickly Proxima managed to place the blame on her, and worse still, if she said anything now it would just prove her point.
She looked back at Loki, putting Proxima out of her mind as she studied his face. Ever since he found out about his father and his people, it seemed like their relationship, strange as it was, seemed to have regressed.
During her captivity, they had built a shaky trust, one that slowly solidified over time to a point where he occasionally shared his plans with her, sometimes told her about his past, what it was like for him growing up on Asgard.
When he told her about Odin, how his adopted father became as powerful as he did, and his search for the infinity stones and how it ended she thought they reached a turning point, but it all came crashing down moments later when he informed her of his death, and she had no idea how to fix it.
He wouldn't talk to her, no matter how many times she asked, and forcing the issue with him was a nonstarter. Loki did as he pleased, and there was no one she had seen that could force him to do anything he didn't want to.
She looked back at Proxima, remembering what she had said. 'Something more powerful than words,' she thought.
That was when Proxima caught her eye, nodding in Loki's direction meaningfully.
Carol took a deep breath before crawling forward, positioning herself between Loki's legs, and resting her head on his thigh, hoping this wasn't some elaborate plan of Proxima's to humiliate her further.
Loki looked down from his data pad, surprised to find Carol between his legs. He looked at her curiously, expecting her to say something, demand something, finding her attempts to manipulate him through intimacy amusing more than anything else.
Seduction was never Carol's strong suit, and more often than not it appeared clumsy and transparent, but this time it felt different.
These were not the actions of a practiced seductress, that was something he knew how to deal with. This was different, and for the first time he didn't understand the game his slave was playing.
Carol curled up at Loki's feet. She could practically feel the gears turning in his head as he struggled to make sense of what she was doing.
She understood why. For a man like Loki, there was always an ulterior motive, a trick, a manipulation, and when there wasn't one, he didn't know how to process it.
The minutes ticked by as Loki seemingly ignored her, but she knew better. She could feel his eyes on her occasionally, waiting for her to say something, to do something, to prove him right in some way.
It was almost half an hour later when she felt his hand on her head, gently running his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, surprised by her own reaction to his touch.
It had been days since Loki touched her like this, making her realize how much she missed it, being held in his arms, feeling his warm breath on the back of her neck, sitting silently in his lap as they watched the stars, moments where she felt safe, where she felt like she belonged, where she wasn't alone.
There was still the sex, that never stopped, with Loki taking her at least two or three times a day, making her scream his name as she came, but she found herself missing the intimate moments that came after, the moments Loki no longer seemed to have time for even more.
That was the moment she realized it, what all this had been about. Loki hadn't called for her. He had been in this funk for days, and she only saw him when he returned to the bedroom.
This was Proxima's doing. She was here because Proxima believed she could fix what was bothering him, but as she stared up at him, she could see his guard was still up.
If she broached the topic of his father, he would shut down immediately, and she would be right back where she started, but then she remembered Proxima's words, realizing that saying anything was the wrong approach. He would only open up when he let his guard down, and she could only wait patiently for that moment to come.
She shifted from side to side, feeling the cold chill of the metal deck plating on her bare skin, but refused to move, not when she was finally making progress with Loki.
A few minutes later she felt a tug on her collar, looking up in surprise as she saw Proxima standing over her, holding a pillow. Wordlessly, she rose to her knees as Proxima placed the cushion on the floor.
She sat down gratefully, turning around so she was facing outward, letting out a contented sigh as she felt Loki's fingers running through her hair again.
She sat there for what felt like hours, watching the stars, listening to the soft clicks as Loki entered information into the console, and watching as Proxima occasionally checked the other consoles, confirming their heading, and checking on sensor readings.
Stealing glances at Loki, she could tell he was deep in thought, and it had nothing to do with their destination. The more abrasive part of her personality urged her to demand he tell her what was going on, but the more practical part of her quashed the idea, knowing it would be counterproductive.
She didn't know how long she sat there at Loki's feet, but when he finally stood up, she yelped, caught by surprise, and got off her knees, only to catch herself at the last second when Proxima sent her a warning glare.
She looked up at Loki, hoping that he would bring Proxima's power trip to an end, but he only held out his hand expectantly, waiting until Proxima placed the leash in his hand.
Wordlessly, he clipped the leash to her collar, giving it a soft tug as he went to the door. As she crawled after him, she caught the knowing smirk on Proxima's face, but didn't have time to dwell on it as the door to the bridge closed behind her.
The walk back to the bedroom was a quiet one, the only sound being Loki's booted feet on the metal deck plating.
When the bedroom door closed behind her, she watched as Loki reached for the straps of his armor, and finally found her voice.
"Master, may I?" she asked softly.
Loki looked at Carol in surprise. She had never volunteered to remove his armor for him before. It was obviously another part of the larger game she was playing, one he was still having trouble figuring out, but after the last few days it felt like a welcome distraction.
"You may," he replied, curious to see what her next step would be.
"Thank you, Master," Carol replied as she rose to her feet, stretching out the kinks in her back before moving in front of him.
She had watched him enough times putting on and removing his armor that she knew what to do, deftly releasing the latches, and unbuckling the straps.
When she finished, she reached up, pushing it off his shoulders, and grabbed it before it hit the ground, surprised by how light it was, but with magic involved and how he favored speed over raw power it made sense.
She placed his chest plate on the chair, where he normally kept his armor, before returning to his side, placing her hands on his chest, running her hands along his defined chest as she pushed gently.
Loki shot Carol an amused look as he allowed her to push her back until he was sitting on the bed, then she surprised him again when she knelt at his feet, tugging off one of his boots then the other, leaving him in only his pants.
Loki again regarded Carol curiously. He knew that buried deep inside his slave had a submissive streak, but it had only come out a few times, and never for very long.
This time it was different. She wasn't doing it to prove anything, at least as far as he could see, and the trickster in him refused to call her out, and risk ending the game prematurely.
Carol looked up at Loki, meeting his eyes as she unbuckled his pants, and without breaking eye contact she reached in, freeing his cock.
Loki raised an eyebrow at his slave's boldness but did nothing to stop her, or take charge as he normally did, eager to see where her game would take them next.
Carol looked down, her eyes darkening with lust as she stared at Loki's engorged cock, licking her lips sensually.
Loki watched mesmerized as Carol practically worshiped his cock, placing her lips on the head of his cock as she met his eyes.
He fought the urge to grab her hair in his fist as he felt her warm breath on his cock as he let out the breath he had been holding. His slave clearly wanted to play, and this submissive side of her had him entranced.
Carol pressed her tongue to Loki's shaft, licking his manhood as she prepared to take him in her mouth, licking the length of his cock until it glistened.
She had done this many times for him before, but never like this. It was usually in the heat of the moment, when she was so full of passion and desire she couldn't think straight, or early on when she'd made her bargains with him.
The passion and the lust were still there, as they always were anytime she was in Loki's presence, but this time it felt different, deeper, and more meaningful.
She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking him as she gently bobbed her head, taking her time to enjoy the moment as she pressed her tongue to the underside of his shaft to increase his pleasure.
Loki let out a groan as he felt Carol cup his balls, gently fondling them as she continued sucking him, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her throat as she sucked him almost leisurely.
It was deeply arousing seeing her like this. The lust in her eyes, the eagerness to please as she practically worshiped his cock.
Carol took a deep breath to prepare herself before slowly leaning forward, allowing Loki's throbbing cock to slide into her throat until she had him fully sheathed inside her.
She sat there for a long moment, enjoying the feel of his thick cock pressing against the walls of her throat.
She couldn't breathe, but had become more than adept at holding her breath, and as she met his eyes, she rippled her throat, smiling around his cock as she saw the smoldering lust reflected back in his eyes.
Loki looked at his slave, having no idea what had gotten into her, but the last thing he would do was complain. It felt too good having his cock inside her throat, the velvety tightness practically milking his cock as she knelt there.
It felt almost as if she were worshiping his cock, more focused on drawing out his pleasure for as long as she could, rather than just making him cum.
Carol bobbed her head, teasing his balls as she did, feeling his cock harden that much more as she continued to suck him.
Loki tore his eyes away from the alluring sight of Carol's eager lips around his cock, locking on her ass as she swayed back and forth, adding another layer to the pleasure he was feeling.
He took a deep breath, re-centering himself, wanting this moment to last forever.
Carol felt Loki's cock twitch in her throat, and knew he was close, but didn't want to stop. She leaned back, allowing his cock to slide out of her throat as she took in a lungful of air.
She twirled her tongue along his length as she licked him, taking her time before she leaned forward again, taking him down her throat.
Loki felt another spike of pleasure. Carol had been sucking him for almost fifteen minutes now, and showed no signs of stopping, far cry from the woman that once thought such things were beneath her.
Something had clearly changed in his slave, but he was at a loss as to what it was. With each passing moment, it felt less like a trick or a manipulation, and more like an earnest effort to please him.
Carol felt Loki's cock twitch in her throat again, this time accompanied by his fingers running through her hair. Then, a moment later she felt his cock twitch a second time, then a third.
She squeezed her throat around his cock as she bobbed her head, adding to his pleasure, eager to taste his seed again.
Loki took a ragged breath, unable to hold back any longer as he erupted inside his slave's eager mouth, feeling her lips tighten around his shaft as she waited for him to finish.
Carol closed her eyes as Loki's hot cum filled her cheeks, taking a moment to savor his taste before drinking down his seed, and licking his cock clean before she released it from between her lips.
"Master," Carol breathed, watching as Loki's cock hardened a moment later, her eyes darkening with lust as Loki easily picked her up, placing her on the bed on all fours.
She spread her legs wider, leaning down as she pressed her cheek to the bed, eager to feel him inside her again.
She moaned wantonly, rocking her hips as she felt his hands tracing down her shoulders and back, tracing down her spine, squeezing and groping until they reached her hips, gripping her firmly.
She melted into his touch as the bed moved behind her as Loki got into position, leaning over her as he lined up his cock with her dripping pussy.
"I don't know what's gotten into you," Loki whispered, trailing his tongue along Carol's ear, smiling when she shivered in anticipation as she ground her ass against his hips. "But it suits you."
"Please, master," Carol moaned. "I need you… I've been…" she said, letting out a groan. "Y-you.. You're the only… God," she groaned when Loki pressed his cock against her slick folds.
"The only what?" Loki asked, mesmerized by his slave's sudden submissive streak.
"Master," Carol breathed, looking over her shoulder at him. "You… you're the only one that makes me feel this way. The only one that I could ever do this for," she said, even surprising herself with her honesty. "It's you, master, it's only you," she said, struggling to find the words.
Loki felt something shift within him as he heard Carol's words, and the sincerity in them. "It's not a game, is it, my slave?" he asked softly.
Carol shook her head.
Loki leaned forward, claiming his slave's cunt, feeling the tightness of her pussy wrap around his cock, and although he ached to take her hard and fast, make her scream his name in ecstasy, he didn't want this to end too quickly.
Instead, he set a slow and sensual pace, using long measured strokes to claim his slave's throbbing cunt, leaning back until just the tip of his cock was inside her before pushing forward again.
Carol groaned low in her throat, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the bedsheets in her fists, aching for more.
She squeezed her cunt around his cock as he pumped his cock inside her, grinding her ass against his hips as she silently pleaded for more.
Loki let out a groan as his slave writhed beneath him. It was sometimes easy to forget how attuned she had become to him, learning what pleased him, and when, far quicker than any of his previous conquests.
Without even realizing it, he had quickened his pace, desiring more, but rather than fight against the urge, he leaned into it.
Carol yelped as she found herself off her hands and knees, and bouncing on Loki's lap, his cock slamming into her pussy as he held her hips.
She marveled at the god, her knees feeling weak as she felt her release coming fast.
His strength, his dexterity, it often left her in awe, not just in battle, but also moments like this. She felt light as a feather in his arms as he moved her in and out of positions that would be impossible for any other man, feeling his cock pumping inside her throughout, never slowing, never stopping, just delivering unrelenting pleasure.
She turned her head, pressing her lips against his as he continued to fuck her, feeling a sudden need to be closer to him, to feel more of him.
It was only a moment later that she felt his tongue press against her lips. She didn't even think as she parted them, feeling his tongue slither into her mouth, twirling against hers as he explored her mouth.
She moaned into his mouth as she felt him wrap one of his arms around her, pulling her tighter against him, all while pumping his cock into her overheated pussy.
When their lips finally parted, she gasped for breath, her lungs burning for air, feeling lightheaded as she felt Loki's hands on her breasts, squeezing, and fondling them, turning her nipples into hardened nubs.
She took a shaky breath, leaning further into his touch. "Master," she breathed. "I need to cum… please, Master," she begged, accepting that Loki had mastered her body long ago, and it was only with his permission that she could find the release she needed.
Loki sucked on Carol's earlobe, smirking as she leaned into his touch, letting out a keening moan, her surrender turning him on more than he cared to admit. "Cum for me, little slave," he breathed, slamming his cock into her needy cunt with sharp thrusts.
"UGGGHHHHH!" Carol groaned, her eyes growing wide as Loki hit just the right spot, hammering his cock inside her at just the right pace, just the right angle to make her see stars. "MAAASTERRRR!" She screamed out, her toes curling as a powerful orgasm struck her, but Loki didn't stop, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm until she came a second time, then a third, each orgasm more powerful than the last, before he finally erupted inside her, his hot cum flooding her pussy.
Carol slumped into Loki's arms, a sheen of sweat covering her body. She didn't think she would ever get used to her master's sexual prowess, and how effortlessly he commanded her desires.
She felt totally spent as they lay down in the bed, her eyes drooping as Loki wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She felt his warm breath on the back of her neck as Proxima's words still echoed in the back of her mind.
She felt that despite their closeness now, Loki would still pull away in the morning, retreating to the bridge, or his workshop. She didn't want to wake up alone again, needing to feel Loki beside her.
"Master," Carol asked in a small voice, feeling more vulnerable now than she had ever felt before. "Will you be here when I wake up?"
Loki sighed, pulling his slave tighter against him. Her words, and how earnestly she spoke them catching him off guard, so much so that he answered her honestly. "No… but Proxima will take care of you."
Carol lay there silently for a long moment, knowing she had to do something, that words would not be enough.
She ran her fingers along his arm until she reached his wrist, pulling gently. "Master," she asked, knowing she couldn't break his grip on her own. "Please."
Loki looked at his slave curiously, not sure what to make of this new side of her, but allowed her to move his hand, surprised when she moved it lower, and between her legs.
Carol laid her hand over Loki's, pressing his palm against her cunt as she brought up her knees, wrapping her thighs around his hand, and trapping it between her legs.
"What's this?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow, but made no move to remove his hand, and instead gave her hairless mound a firm squeeze as he wondered what she was up to now.
"It's yours, Master," Carol murmured.
"This doesn't change anything," Loki replied, but made no move to remove his hand. "I still have work to do."
"I know, Master," Carol replied.
"Then why?" Loki asked, genuinely curious.
"I miss you, Master," she replied truthfully, closing her eyes.
Loki watched his slave sleep, her chest slowly rising and falling, genuinely confused by her sudden change in attitude.
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