Carol woke up from her latest dream, rubbing her eyes with a frown. She looked up, seeing the ambient lighting was still on. It wasn't even morning yet, and her position had changed during the night.
Loki way laying on his back, and she had her head resting on his chest, with one of her legs draped over his, and his arm wrapped snugly around her waist. She didn't move, content to lie there and gathering her thoughts for a few moments.
Her latest dream hadn't been what she expected. In truth, none of them were. It didn't matter how powerful she was, or how the deck felt stacked in her favor at times, Loki always seemed to win, but this dream was markedly different.
Her loss was already an event that had come and gone, and the dream version of herself had already accepted her fate, giving up on any plans of escape. Neither was she kept in chains like Lady Vers and Safira, instead a willing prisoner of Lord Loki.
She remembered with a flush of her cheeks how her dream self had delighted in sucking Lord Loki's cock, how talented she was at it, hinting at the many times her dream self must have done it in the past.
Carol frowned mid thought. Something felt off, but she couldn't place it. She had a lingering feeling something important happened in her dream, but no matter how hard she concentrated, whatever it was, it kept slipping through her fingers.
Her mind flashed back to earlier in the night when she made her bargain with Loki for him to remove her plug. She remembered how she sucked his cock, the humiliation she felt at the demeaning act, and the surprising undercurrent of lust and desire she felt when she did it.
She hadn't been as talented as the dream version of herself later in the night, relying heavily on Loki's instruction, especially in the beginning, but she had taken to it with an enthusiasm she had even surprised herself with.
Was this to be her life? She didn't have anywhere to go, not anymore. She certainly couldn't return to the Kree, not after what they did to her, nor was there any point in returning to Earth, so where did that leave her?
Both her mother and father were gone. She knew that much at least, thanks to Loki, and she only had a few distant memories of her relatives and the few friends she'd made on earth.
She sighed, her mind drifting back to her dream again, how Lady Illyana's slave had licked her cunt, giving her even more to think about it.
She had endured Lyria's touches, the alien woman taking liberties with her body she would never have allowed had the circumstances been different.
She hadn't had a choice then. Lyria was far stronger than her, holding her down as she had her way with her. With Katiana, it was different. There were no ropes or shackles binding her. Loki's words alone were enough to bind her.
Carol froze mid thought, feeling the change in Loki's breathing, and knew he was awake. The last thing she wanted was to talk to him, especially after what she'd done for him, her cheeks reddening at the memory.
She closed her eyes, feigning sleep as she felt his fingers lazily trail up and down her spine as she did her best to remain still.
She held her breath, clamping her jaw shut, not trusting herself to remain silent as she felt his wandering hand drift lower, reaching the cleft of her ass. She forced herself to remain still, not letting on that she was awake as she felt him circle the rim of her ass with the type of his thumb.
It was eerily similar to when Loki had done it to her dream self, making her wonder if this was the first time Loki had done something like this while she slept, and if he hadn't been influencing her dreams in this way from the very beginning, teasing her body as she slept and shaping her dreams through her reactions to his touch.
She frowned at the stray thought, wondering where it had come from. She had never considered that possibility before, but it made a startling amount of sense. Loki had already shown that he could play tricks on her mind, plant ideas in her subconscious, give her commands without her even realizing he had given them.
Her thoughts strayed again as Loki's wandering finger continued to play with her ass, her breath hitching in her throat as Loki pushed the tip of his finger into her ass.
She hastily covered it with a murmur, acting as if she was in a deep sleep as she fought the urge to clamp down on his probing finger.
'At least it's easier to take than the plug,' she thought sardonically, remembering what it felt like to have the uncomfortable length of the plug pushed inside her the first time.
She squeezed her eyes tight, finding it challenging to remain still as Loki pushed his finger deeper and deeper inside her ass.
When he finally stopped she nearly breathed out a sigh of relief, giving herself away as he buried his finger inside her up to third third knuckle.
She desperately hoped that this would be the end of it. While it wasn't ideal, she could at least adjust to having one of his fingers inside her for the night. It was still better than the plug, but a moment later her hopes were dashed.
She nearly groaned, only just catching herself as she felt Loki press a second finger against her back entrance, and just like before, she remained still, pretending she was asleep.
It was only then she realized her mistake, thinking that Loki would show some restraint, but she was too far gone now, unwilling to live through the embarrassment of revealing she was awake the whole time, and allowed him to do it.
This time it was far more challenging to remain still as she felt his second finger stretch her back entrance. She let out a shallow breath as she fought against the urge to clamp down on his fingers, allowing him to push a second finger inside her.
But when she felt a third finger press against her asshole, she couldn't contain herself any longer, reflexively clamping down on his fingers.
Her eyes shot open. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded angrily, her voice sharp as she looked up at him.
"Oh? Were you awake?" Loki asked, a sly grin on his face, his tone dripping with mischief.
Carol set her jaw, knowing she had been caught, but refusing to admit it. "We had a deal, Loki," she said, biting back a groan, trying to keep her composure as Loki wiggled his fingers inside her ass.
"We do," Loki agreed. "I have not put your plug back inside you, have I? This is simply a gentle reminder of what awaits you in the morning."
"I don't need a reminder," Carol said hotly, but made no move to escape Loki's grip, already knowing how futile it would be.
"I think you do," Loki disagreed, pressing his third finger back against her asshole, applying gentle pressure. "Don't fight it, Carol," he admonished when she clamped down on his finger again. "You only make it harder on yourself when you do."
"We had a deal, Loki," Carol ground out, but there was little she could do to stop him as he eased his third finger back inside her.
"We do," Loki agreed, feigning innocence. "But this wasn't part of our arrangement, now was it?" He asked, wiggling his fingers again for emphasis.
Carol grit her teeth, struggling to find the words. In her moment of desperation, when she accepted this deal with Loki, she hadn't thought ahead, and now she was paying for it.
"This isn't fair," she ground out as Loki slowly pumped his fingers inside her, fighting against the undercurrent of pleasure building up inside her.
"God of mischief, remember?" Loki asked cheekily, clearly enjoying their game of cat and mouse.
Carol took a steadying breath, trying a softer approach. "Loki, can we not do this now? Just one night," she pleaded, hating how weak in made her sound, but having no other recourse.
Instead of replying, Loki pushed his finger deeper, a smirk on his face as Carol let out a surprised gasp.
"You're adapting quicker than I thought you would," Loki commented.
Carol let out a soft groan as her resolve weakened, feeling her back entrance slowly stretch to accommodate Loki's probing fingers. "Is this how you always get your way? Tricks and half truths?"
"You should be flattered," Loki replied, slowly pumping his fingers into Carol's ass, building up to a steady rhythm. "To capture so much of my attention for so long, it's not an easy thing."
"Lucky me," Carol groused, but didn't resist as Loki pulled her closer, both hating and craving the touch of her captor as his fingers stilled.
"Go back to sleep, Carol," Loki instructed, and as if on cue, Carol felt her eyelids grow heavy as she fell into a deep sleep.
***
Carol rubbed her eyes as she woke up, alone in the bed, feeling a twinge of disappointment at not finding herself in another dream.
Rolling over, she looked around, expecting Loki to be close by, but was surprised to find herself alone for once, and best of all, Loki hadn't put the plug back inside her before he left.
Carol lay there, collecting her thoughts, thinking about the dream again, the one where she was Loki's servant. She had felt something near the end of her dream. She couldn't explain it, but something just seemed off.
It was like a shining moment of clarity, but it was gone in an instant, leaving her confused. It frustrated her, knowing that she was missing something, something important, but every time she tried to concentrate on it, figure out what it was she missed, it somehow slipping through her fingers, the more she concentrated on it.
She sighed loudly, accepting that she wouldn't figure it out, whatever it was, by lying around in bed.
She sat up, stretching her arms over her head, feeling a sliver of hope that Loki had given up on the idea of putting the plug back inside her. The moment was short-lived as she heard the chirp of Loki's AI, Mimir.
"Remain seated," Mimir instructed. "Lord Loki will arrive shortly."
Carol glared up at the ceiling, remaining silent. Loki's AI had started by simply watching her, reporting everything she did back to him on the very few occasions she was out of his sight.
To make matters worse, it had recently begun to give her order as well, orders she couldn't simply ignore. It went without saying, but Loki would punish her for disobeying it, and the last thing she needed was another spanking.
The ironic thing was that Mimir was far stricter than Loki ever was, making her ask permission for every little thing, but it only behaved that way when Loki wasn't around.
True to Mimir's word, Loki stepped through the door a few minutes later, sitting down on the bed beside her. He didn't say anything, just patted his lap expectantly.
Carol stared at Loki's lap, knowing what he wanted, but hoping to put it off as long as she could. "Loki, where are you taking us? Is it where the Collector told you to go?" She asked, biting her lip. "Where you can find the stone?"
"Carol," Loki said in a warning tone. "You're stalling, and while I'm willing to indulge you on certain things, this isn't one of them."
Carol narrowed her eyes, hating that her actions were so transparent to the Asgardian. "Fine," she grumbled, laying across his lap with ahuff.
"Good girl," Loki praised, resting his palm on her upturned ass.
"Tell me what's going on," Carol demanding, bristling at Loki's words, looking over her shoulder at him. "I've earned that much, haven't I?"
"So curious," Loki chuckled, giving her ass a gentle squeeze. "Yet so impertinent, perhaps if you address me by my proper title, you'll have better luck."
"Your title?" Carol asked incredulously.
"Yes," Loki replied, a growing smirk on his face as he pressed the tip of his thumb against her asshole, earning a soft groan from her as he did. "You used it last night, or don't you remember?"
Carol's face flushed as she realized what Loki meant. "That was… it was a lapse in judgment," she stuttered. "It won't happen again."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Loki said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Admit it. It felt natural, didn't it? Accepting your place as my prized possession?" he asked, pushing his thumb into her ass.
Carol's blush darkened, the memory still fresh in her mind. "It was a moment of desperation… don't get used to it," but the words felt hollow, even to her own ears.
Loki raised an eyebrow disbelievingly. "I had no idea you were such a gifted actress," he teased, not believing a word of it. "Isn't it interesting? How moments of desperation can even bend the proudest of warriors?"
"I called you master one time," Carol growled, narrowing her eyes. "And it was a mistake, don't make it sound like its was anything more than that."
"A bold claim," Loki replied, picking up the plug off the nightstand and holding it out for Carol to see, "but regardless, our agreement is at an end."
Carol looked at the plug glittering in Loki's hand, a vivid reminder of the deal she made with him the previous night, and everything that followed afterwards. "I don't like it. It's demeaning," she replied stubbornly.
"No," Loki shook his head. "It's a reminder," he said, teasing the rim of her ass with the tip of the plug. "Every moment you have your little friend inside you," he said with a wink, pushing the tip inside. "You will remember who you belong to."
"No," Carol shook her head defiantly. "I don't belong to you or anyone else," she replied, shutting her eyes as Loki used the plug to tease her asshole, fighting against the growing pleasure coursing through her.
Loki leaned in, his voice dripping with authority. "You do," he whispered, pushing the plug in a little further, "and every time you feel this," he added, wiggling the plug for emphasis. "You will remember that."
Carol felt a shiver of desire go down her spine as Loki leaned over her, feeling his hot breath on the nape of her neck, hating how he could make her feel this way despite everything he'd done to her.
"It's too big," she whispered back. "It hurts," she added, hating that Loki could so easily draw out this vulnerable side of her.
"You'll adapt," Loki said, his voice softening. "I've seen your memories," he reminded her. "You're good at that. In time, you may even come to appreciate its presence."
Carol furrowed her brows in confusion. She had that feeling again that she missed something important, just after Loki finished speaking, but like before, the thought slipped through her fingers, gone before she could figure out what it was.
Carol shook her head, looking away, as she surrendered to Loki's touch, promising herself she would find a way out of this.
Loki reached into the nightstand and pulled out a jar of oil, coating the plug with it. "Relax for me," he instructed. "It will go in easier if you do."
Carol nodded, knowing she had little choice in the matter, and just wanting to get it over with.
Carol felt Loki press his finger against her asshole, feeling something slick, and warm to the touch on it, easily allowing him to push his finger inside her. She could feel the warmth spread inside her as he slowly sawed his finger in and out of her ass.
She bit back a moan of pleasure, hating that she enjoyed this on some level, the feel of his fingers inside her ass, slowly stretching her back entrance. Despite how demeaning it was, she soon found herself melted into his touch.
After a long moment, she felt him remove his finger, letting out a contented sigh as he did. Then she felt the tip of the plug, back at her oil slicked entrance. She shiver involuntarily, feeling the cool metal touch her sensitive skin.
"Easy," Loki said, pressing one hand on the small of her back to keep her in place as he used the other to pump the plug inside her ass with slow, deliberate strokes, allowing her time to adjust to its presence before pushing deeper.
Carol moaned, her voice shaky. "It's… so big... too much," she breathed as Loki pushed the plug further inside her, feeling a dull ache as the base flared, stretching her wider.
"No," Loki denied, leaving no room for argument. "You took its full length before you will do so again," he ordered.
Carol took a deep breath, trying not to fight it, but despite her best efforts, her muscles still tensed against the intruding plug, spasming as Loki added more pressure.
"Deep breaths," Loki coaxed, wiggling the plug to help Carol loosen her muscles further.
Carol felt the plug widen further as Loki continued to apply pressure. She gripped the bedsheets tightly in her fists as he eased the plug deeper inside her. "It's… it's too much," she ground out, her voice strained.
"Almost there," Loki whispered soothingly as he pushed the widest part of the plug inside her, pausing when she tensed again.
Carol gasped for breath. The plug was just as uncomfortable as last time, but with Loki taking things slow, it was almost bearable. With one final push, she felt the plug settle back inside her, fitting snugly in place.
She felt uncomfortably full, just like when Loki put it inside her the first time, but there was a marked difference, one she just realized.
Lyria had held her down the first time, teasing and distracting her as Loki pushed the plug inside her.
This time, it was just her and Loki, and while she may not have been a willing participant, she hadn't fight him either, not like the first time.
She thought back on Loki's words, feeling a mixture of discomfort and arousal at Loki's undeniable claim over her, falling a little further as she surrendered another piece of her independence to Loki.
Carol rose to her knees, or at least tried to, before she felt Loki's hand on the small of her back, gently pushing her back down over his lap again.
"You've done so well. I think you deserve a reward," Loki said huskily, his eyes gleaming with desire.
"No," Carol shook her head, knowing exactly what Loki meant by reward, as she attempted to sit up again. She couldn't let him force another admission out of her, not so soon after the last one.
"Shhh," Loki said soothingly, pushing her back down across his lap again, cutting off her protests. "It's not for you to decide. All you must do is lay back, and enjoy it."
Carol groaned, pushing up against Loki's palm, but there was no way to escape his deceptively light touch. She could only endure it and hope her traitorous body wouldn't betray her again.
Loki traced his fingers along Carol's back in slow circles, following the curve of her spine, stopping just as he reached the base of her plug before moving back up again.
He smirked, seeing how she tensed as he grazed the base of her plug with the tips of his fingers, finding the challenge she presented exhilarating.
Carol wasn't the first plaything he had taken, but was by far the most beautiful, and the most entertaining.
While the others had broken, sometimes in a matter of days, quickly becoming addicted to his touch, and turning into mewling quims in short order, Carol hadn't.
'She certainly bent,' he thought with a smirk, but she hadn't broken, still challenging him, still keeping things interesting.
He slid his hand down the side of her back, cupping her firm breast in his hand as he squeezed it gently, using his thumb to tease her nipple until it hardened under his touch.
A soft gasp escaped Carol's lips as Loki fondled her breasts. She didn't know exactly why, but her body always seemed to respond to him. The way he looked at her, sometimes even just his scent, or the sound of his voice was enough.
Carol felt Loki's caresses grew bolder, his hands slipping down her sides, dancing over her belly, and dipping between her thighs. The sensation made her clench involuntarily around the plug, getting a throaty chuckle out of Loki as he continued to tease her.
Carol bit her tongue, muffling her groan of pleasure as Loki's fingers grazed her pussy lips, already dripping wet for him. She knew it was futile, knew that Loki could see the effect he was having on her, but she held out stubbornly, determined not to give in to him, at leasy as easily as last time.
Her breath quickened as Loki leaned over her, whispering in her ear. "You fight so hard against your desires, your true self, but your body knows the truth, and in the end, it will always betray you."
Carol took a ragged breath as Loki pushed a single finger into her sickened cunt, the combination of Loki's softly whispered words, and his intoxicating musk almost pushing her over the edge then and there.
"That's it," Loki continued, pumping his finger into her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes just as another mew of pleasure escaped her lips.
He kept her teasingly on the edge, not allowing her to cum, but keeping her deeply aroused as his fingers danced along her body.
Carol groaned, feeling her resistance waver as Loki hit just the right spot, making it all but impossible for her to concentrate on anything else. Before she knew it, she was rocking her hips back to meet his thrusts, slowly at first, but it still wasn't enough. She needed more, and Loki was the only one who could give it to her.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the pleasure coursing through her, but her body had other ideas. Her breath coming out in short gasps as she twisted the bedsheets held tightly in her grip.
It was so easy to submit to Loki, to give him what he wanted, but there was always a price to pay, and with each passing day, the price became steeper.
Last night she called him master, even agreed to suck his cock, an idea that had been unthinkable the day he captured her, but he had a way of getting under her skin, teasing her until she couldn't think straight anymore.
She tried to fight him, to fight her own growing desires, but their battle always ended one way, with Loki the victor, and her at his mercy.
Her pleasure mounted, ragged breaths escaping her lips, grunts and moan of pleasure quickly following as her pleasure mounted. What he asked of her always seemed so small, almost trivial in moments like this.
It was only afterwards that she realized her mistake, and the control she had ceded to him, but by then it was always too late, and Loki was already pushing for more, in a never ending battle of domination.
Her eyes shot open suddenly as she let out a loud keening moan as Loki used his other hand to slowly twist the plug buried in her ass, giving her another unexpected source of pleasure as the dull ache in her ass faded away.
She could feel Loki's stiff cock pressed against her side, a reminder that her desire wasn't simply one sided, but it did her little good in the position she found herself in, as she fell further and further into the control of the trickster god, all but helpless to stop him.
"Ugggh!" Carol groaned, arching her back as Loki pressed his thumb against her clit as he continued to finger her needy pussy, turning her plug at the same time. The pleasure was indescribable, driving her closer and closer to a powerful orgasm.
What little remained of her resistance felt paper thin, like it would flutter away at any second.
It was both frustrating and deeply satisfying all at the same time. Loki knew just how to keep her on the edge, building her pleasure higher and higher, but he wouldn't allow her to cum, backing off at just the right moment, only to drive her back to the edge all over again.
"Ugh! Ugh!" she groaned, slamming her hips back to meet Loki's thrusting finger. "God, ugh! I need…" she trailed off, taking a shuddering breath as she caught herself just in time.
"Tell me," Loki implored, his voice husky, and smooth, backing off slightly as he slowed his pace, earning a disappointed groan from Carol.
"I n-need to… cum," Carol managed to get out, her voice shaky, feeling the desperate need for release as her resistance crumbled.
"You're going to have to do better than that," Loki said, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in close to Carol's ear. "Who are you, and what do you want?" he asked, curling his finger inside her dripping cunt.
Carol instantly saw stars as Loki hit just the right spot, bucking her hips against his fingers as it became her sole focus. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
"Tell me," Loki demanded, stilling his finger as he turned her head, their eyes locking.
Carol knew what Loki wanted. She would regret it later, but not now, not in this moment, when the only thing that mattered was the pleasure coursing through her body, begging for release. "Y…your… slave!" she shouted, finally giving in, her resolve shattered.
"Good," Loki replied, knowing they had turned a corner. "Now put it all together. If you are my slave, what am I to you?"
Carol looked at Loki, groaning as he added a second finger to her slick pussy. "Pl-please Master, let y-your slave cum. Please Master, let your slave cum. Please, Master, let your slave cum!" she repeated, her voice getting more and more insistent as her need for release skyrocketed.
Loki smiled, loving how Carol looked in this state, finally free of her self imposed restraints, when she finally let go and accepted her true nature. He pumped his fingers into her quivering cunt, faster and faster as he quickly brought her to the edge.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" Carol grunted, unable to concentrate on anything else other than her all encompassing need for release.
"You may cum, my slave," Loki whispered, finally granting Carol the release she desperately craved.
"MAAASTER!!" Carol screamed out, her eyes rolling back as her orgasm washed over her, her body twitching as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm, collapsing into Loki's arms.
She'd failed again, scarcely recognizing herself. She felt nothing like the proud soldier she had been a short time ago, but it had felt so good to let go, to live in the moment, that she couldn't bring herself to care.
Loki chuckled, pleased with his handiwork, and for good measure leaned down, whispering in her ear. "Good girl."
Carol could only bring herself to moan weakly in response, too overwhelmed to even move, her eyelids growing heavy as Loki reached between her legs, placing a possessive hand on her dripping cunt.
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