Thor let out a low whistle before laughing. "Six minutes, thirty-eight seconds. A personal best, I think," he said, complimenting Sif as she returned to her seat, plopping down beside him proudly.
Sif smirked, looking at Carol, still lying on the floor, breathing heavily, her skin glistening with sweat, making her look even more alluring. "Not quite, my love, but close."
"I've won," Sif said, turning her attention to Loki, half expecting him to come up with some excuse to deny her.
"So you have," Loki agreed as Carol got back up on her hands and knees, crawling back between his legs, her head bowed.
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He ran his fingers through Carol's hair, pressing her cheek to his thigh, looking at his slave for a moment, her chest rising and falling as she continued to catch her breath.
He didn't have to use the Mind Stone to see that his slave was embarrassed. It was endearing. After everything they'd done together, after everything he'd shown her, she still held onto a few shreds of her modesty.
"And what do you plan to do with my slave?" He asked subtly, reminding Sif that despite her victory, he wouldn't allow her to go overboard, and most of all, Carol still belonged to him.
Sif's eyes flickered, surprised by how protective Loki was with his slave. Not territorial as he'd been in the past with other slaves, but actually showing genuine affection for her.
'He really is different,' she thought, finally accepting that this version of Loki was here to stay, and not just a fleeting glimpse of the god he could possibly become after a few millennia to grow and mature.
"Nothing too extreme," Sif replied, looking down at his slave fondly, before looking behind her at the glaring face of her bodyguard with a grin, "but I will require a few things."
Loki raised an eyebrow, already well aware of Sif's tastes, but curious to see what she had in mind.
"Proxima can fetch them, can she not?" Sif asked, meeting Proxima's glare with a saucy smirk.
"I don't see why not," Loki replied, already picking up on the obvious tension and growing rivalry between the two women.
"Good," Sif smiled, standing again as she grabbed Proxima's arm. "I want it to be a surprise," she said, dragging Proxima to the door, and whispering quietly to her.
Proxima continued to glare at Sif, her jaw set, but with Lord Loki giving the order she had no choice but to follow it, doing the warrior maiden's bidding as she stepped out of the lounge.
Carol watched Proxima leave, still burning with humiliation over her loss, wondering why she had agreed to Sif's contest in the first place, not knowing what the other woman had planned for her, especially now that she was no longer handcuffed by Loki's rules.
"Worry not, little slave," Sif said soothingly as she saw the expression on her face, confident that she would change her tune very soon. "You will enjoy yourself, of that I can assure you."
A few minutes later, Proxima returned, holding a trunk in her hands, one Carol was intimately familiar with, but had never been allowed to look inside of, despite the many times she'd asked.
Sif hummed, getting to her feet as she rummaged through the chest, careful to angle it in away so that Carol couldn't peer inside and ruin her fun.
"Oh, I am impressed, Loki," Sif smiled, looking up. "Such beautiful things; your slave doesn't know how luck she is," she added, finding exactly what she was looking for.
Carol felt her stomach drop as she watched Sif pull a set of manacled chains out of the chest.
"Come, little slave," Sif said, grabbing Carol by her collar and pulling her up onto the low table conveniently placed in the middle of the three chairs they were sitting on.
Carol groaned as she stared up at Sif from her crouched position, wondering what Sif was planning to do to her that would require her to be chained up.
"Fair is fair," Loki said when Carol looked at him, silently pleading for him to step in. "You lost my slave, but Sif will not harm you. Will you, Sif?"
Sif chuckled. "Now, why would I do something as silly like that?" She asked, "Marring this delectable slave when there are so many other ways we can enjoy ourselves?"
"Turn around, girl," Sif ordered. "Look at your master."
Carol sighed, knowing that she couldn't disobey Sif, especially not after losing the contest, and risk her retaliating. She turned, facing Loki, their faces less than a foot apart, not surprised to see the smirk on his face.
He was obviously enjoying himself. He always did, seeing her like this — helpless, her face flushed, not knowing what was going to happen next.
Sif clamped the first manacle onto Carol's wrist, then bent down looking along the edge of the table for something to latch it to, smiling when she found an o-ring hidden on the underside of the table, clearly a product of Loki's forethought.
She clipped the chain to the o-ring, cinching it tight, but leaving just enough play that she wouldn't have to re-adjust it as they got more adventurous.
Carol could only watch with growing dismay as Sif attached the manacles to her other wrist, then her ankles, locking them firmly to the underside of the table.
Her cheeks burned hot, a fresh wave of embarrassment as she felt all their eyes on her again, making her the unwilling center of attention of the party.
She didn't bother testing the strength of the chains, or trying to wrench her limbs free, knowing that even if she somehow got loose, there was no escaping the three Asgardian warriors
She felt a growing sense of trepidation as Sif traced the tips of her fingers along her spine as she walked past her, going back to the trunk. Her eyes widening again as she saw what Sif pulled out next, a large green strap-on dildo.
'She's really going to do it,' Carol thought faintly, watching as Sif placed it down in front of her. She was actually going to fuck her with that thing, and in front of everyone.
Staring down at it, the next thing she realized was that it was an exact replica of Loki's cock, and when Sif fucked her with it, it would only further complicate the swirling mass of emotions, desires, and arousal coursing through her.
She met Loki's eyes again, knowing that he had planned for this, that everything in the trunk had been purchased from Lyria's shop, and while it may not have been Sif he had in mind for this, she was always going to end up in this position.
"It's alright, little slave," Loki said, reaching forward and giving Carol's breast an affectionate squeeze. "Everything that happens tonight is my will. I want you to enjoy it, and I can think of no one better than Sif to introduce you to this new aspect of your life."
Carol looked at Loki agape as his words sunk in, looking around the room to find both Sif and Thor nodding along as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
The only one who seemed to have an issue with it was Proxima, who stood in the corner, leaning against the walls arms crossed, her eyes boring into Sif.
The way she looked at Sif, it was as if she stole something from her. That's when she remembered the reward Proxima told her about, the one promised to her by Loki.
Her heart sank as she realized what this meant for her, that Loki would trot her out to strange women as a reward, or a prize, something for them to fight over, turning her into nothing more than a bauble he could show off.
"No," Loki said firmly, gripping Carol's chin, and tilting her head until their eyes met, knowing his slave well enough to guess what she was thinking. "You are mine, Carol. I will never give you to another."
"You have a funny way of showing it master," Carol accused, still feeling betrayed. She knew her relationship with Loki was unorthodox to say the least, but she never expected something like this from him, to actually share her with someone else.
He had teased her about the idea, making her imagine herself with Minn-Erva, her 'spa treatment' with Lyria where he blurred the lines, but he never crossed it, until now.
"You still have much to learn about what it means to be a slave," Loki replied patiently. "This is nothing more than the natural progression of your training."
Carol looked back at Loki, her earlier conviction faltering as she saw how confident Loki seemed. "You won't leave me here?" She asked, her voice sounding smaller than she would have liked.
"No, little slave. I won't," Loki promised.
"Fear not," Sif added, her eyes softening, finally understanding why Loki had accepted her contest in the first place. "I shall be gentle."
Carol nodded slowly, realizing she had little choice in what happened next. The thought would have made the old her furious. Instead, she felt a strange sense of calm in letting go of her inhibitions and her preconceived notions.
Without the element of choice, she was free to experience everything Sif did without shame, without second guessing herself. No, she realized. There was a choice. It just wasn't her making them.
Sif smiled, seeing the dawning understanding in the slave's eyes as she stepped back, stripping off her armor, and letting it fall to the floor.
Carol watched as Sif undressed, revealing her battle-hardened and lithe form underneath. She was beautiful, everything an Asgardian warrior would find ideal in a woman. Her body perfectly proportioned, supple and toned without being overly muscled.
She looked closer, seeing each scar on her body, some small, some larger, knife and sword wounds from countless battles, but instead of detracting from her beauty it seemed to enhance it, giving her a dangerous and alluring edge that struck something deep within her.
Carol shook her head, staring at the floor, wondering if she had just lusted after Sif.
"Look," Sif replied softly, raising Carol's chin. "Do not look away, do not hide your desires. Feel them, embrace them. Lose yourself in them."
Carol nodded shakily, looking up into Sif's smoldering eyes.
"Good girl," Sif praised, picking up the dildo, but instead of putting it on, she held it to Carol's lips.
"Suck," she ordered. "You will appreciate it when I am inside you."
Carol parted her lips, licking first her bottom lip, then her top as she stared at the dildo nervously, Sif's meaning clear.
She leaned forward, taking the tip of the dildo in her mouth, then looked away, unable to meet Sif's confident gaze.
She closed her eyes as sucking on it gently, bobbing her head, surprised by how much it felt like the real thing. It was even warm to the touch, just like Loki.
She leaned forward, taking more of the dildo in her mouth as she ran her tongue over the veins on the shaft, amazed when they pulsed as she pressed her tongue against them.
When the dildo bumped against the back of her throat, she had almost convinced herself it was Loki she was sucking, and not the dildo held in Sif's hands.
"Open your eyes, slave," Sif ordered in a husky voice as the dildo filled her throat.
Carol's eyes widened as she looked up at Sif, the dildo no longer held in her hand, but strapped around her waist, then before she could react Sif leaned forward, pushing the dildo into her throat.
Carol's gag reflex was long gone, and even though Sif surprised her, she quickly adjusted, the dildo easing into her throat, her nose pressed against Sif's pussy.
She could smell the other woman's arousal, feel her wetness dripping onto her face as she held her breath.
"Good girl," Sif praised. "Just like that. Squeeze," she ordered. "I want to know what your master feels when you take his cock in your throat."
Carol, unable to say anything, squeezed her throat, confused by what she was experiencing. It felt so much like she was sucking Loki's cock, but she was staring up at Sif, and the way she spoke. It was like she could feel what she was doing, even letting out small groans when she squeezed her throat around the shaft of the dildo.
It was clearly more advanced than it appeared, imbued with magic to make the wearer feel everything as if it were the real thing.
Now more curious than confused, she drew her head back slowly, until just the tip of the dildo was in her mouth before leaning forward again, taking it back in her throat a second time as Sif let out a loud groan, gripping her hair tightly in her fist.
She didn't have the same control as Loki. That was the first thing she noticed. It could have been because she wasn't practiced with using the dildo, but a growing part of her wondered if there was more to it than that.
Experimentally, she ran her tongue along the underside of the dildo, treating it as if it were the real thing as she watched as Sif tilted her head back, letting out a low moan, obviously enjoying her efforts.
Changing positions, where she focused her attention — Sif could feel it all. That's when an idea struck her, a way to get revenge, or as close to it as she could manage in her current situation.
She redoubled her efforts, bobbing her head faster, squeezing her throat around the dildo as she leaned back, using every trick she knew to multiply Sif's pleasure.
The effect was immediate, with Sif letting out a low keening moan, this time using both hands to grab her hair, making her wince as she nearly tore it out when she thrust her hips forward, fucked her throat.
Carol grunted, falling into rhythm with Sif, relieved when the warrior maiden finally loosened her grip.
She wished she could use her hands and take back some measure of control, but worked within her limits as she arched her back, swaying her hips back and forth as she went with it, now more sure than ever that Sif lacked the stamina and control Loki had.
Sif looked down at the slave, clearly astonished as she struggled to stay on her feet. It had only been a few short minutes, but the slave's talent was undeniable.
She had only intended to have the slave get the dildo nice and wet before she took her, but she couldn't bring herself to make her stop now.
She took a shaky breath, stilling her hips, knowing that if she didn't, the slave would make her cum within moments.
She wanted to enjoy this, knowing just how stingy Loki could be. It could be months if not years before she got another chance like this, and she wanted to savor every second of it.
Carol noticed the change in Sif immediately. Looking up at her, it didn't seem like she realized what she was up to just yet, but if she wasn't careful, that could change at any second.
She had never made Loki cum first in their unspoken contests, but with Sif there was a real possibility for her to win, but to really send the message home she had to make Sif cum fast, proving to her that there was at least one thing she wasn't superior to her in.
Sif let out a gasp as the slave swirled her tongue around her dildo, gently rubbing her teeth against the shaft, spiking her pleasure higher.
She looked back at Loki in surprise, seeing the smug expression on his face. It was as if he'd trained his slave for decades, not the few short months he'd claimed to own her.
Carol felt the dildo twitch in her mouth, mimicking Loki's reactions perfectly, letting her know Sif was close.
She leaned forward again, taking the dildo back down her throat, this time humming to add to Sif's growing pleasure, earning another deep moan from the warrior maiden.
She bobbed her head, completely focused on her task, keeping the dildo in her throat at all times, knowing that she couldn't let up now, and give Sif a chance to put together what she was up to.
Sif shut her eyes tight, using all her concentration just to hang on, to hold back her orgasm against the unexpectedly talented slave.
It had only been a few short minutes, but the slave seemed to know all the tricks, observant enough to quickly adjust as she learned what she liked.
She cracked one eye open, watching Carol's ass sway back and forth sensually, her full, perky breasts bouncing as she bobbed her head.
She felt her mouth go dry as she finally realized what the slave was up to, but by then it was already too late.
"AUUGGGGHHH!" she shrieked, unable to hold back her orgasm a second longer as she came hard.
Carol looked up at Sif in surprise, not because she came, but because she could feel her cum shoot into her mouth, tasting the other woman's essence on her tongue.
She looked past Sif at Loki, who gave her an expectant nod, and knew what that meant. He expected her to swallow, and there would be a punishment waiting for her if she refused.
Sif's essence tasted musky, but not in a bad way, but still different from Loki's. She swallowed, making sure to lick the dildo clean, noting that it no longer felt alive, as if the magic only lasted while the wearer was aroused.
Carol leaned back, sitting down on the low table, a satisfied expression on her face, feeling as if she'd regained a small measure of control back from Sif after being teased relentlessly by her over the last few days.
Sif, for her part, exhaled slowly as she stepped back, collapsing in Thor's lap as she let out a delighted laugh. The little slave had surprised her again. "Oh, your master has taught you well, girl," she praised.
Carol watched from her place on the table as Sif took a few moments to catch her breath, realizing then that Sif wouldn't be content to let the game end there, and now saw it as an even greater victory to put her back in her place.
Sif smirked as she stood from Thor's lap, looking down at the dildo between her legs, glistening with Carol's saliva, finally ready for the main course.
She slowly sauntered behind Carol, her fingertips trailing down the slave's back until she was behind her, both hands on her hips.
She shot Proxima a superior look as she lined up her dildo with the slave's glistening pussy.
Carol made her cum, and it would rude not to return the favor.
She thrust her hips forward slowly, savoring the moment as she felt the velvety tightness of the slave's pussy envelop her for the first time.
"How does that feel, slave?" She teased, her thighs pressing firmly against Carol's ass as she fully sheathed herself inside the other woman's slick folds.
Carol grunted, her eyes meeting Loki's as she felt Sif's dildo shift inside her. It felt so much like Loki that if she weren't staring right at him, she would have believed it was him standing behind her.
"I said, how does that feel?" Sif asked, this time grabbing a fistful of Carol's hair and pulling back.
Carol winced, letting out a gasp as she arched her back, feeling a sharp pain on her scalp.
Sif drew her hips back until just the tip of her dildo was inside the precocious slave before slamming forward again.
"G-good," Carol groaned, letting out a relieved breath after Sif released her hair.
"Better, slave," Sif replied, returning her hands to Carol's hips, "but for future reference, I don't like to be ignored."
Carol let out a low moan as Sif set a steady pace, pumping her hips forward with short, shallow thrusts, not trying to make her cum, but doing just enough to keep her aroused.
She looked at Loki, her eyes drifting down to his cock, straining against his pants. She licked her lips hungrily, his cock at the perfect height for her to suck.
She gasped as Sif tightened her grip on her ass, kneading her cheeks as she fucked her, slowly spreading her ass.
A smirk formed on Sif's face as she increased her pace, sliding half the length of the dildo out of Carol's slick pussy before slamming in back home.
'The slave has a magnificent ass,' she thought. 'One that's practically begging to be fucked.'
She looked up, smiling, meeting Proxima's furious eyes, silently gloating. Despite the other woman's earlier start, she had got there first.
Carol let out a low moan as Sif thrust her hips forward sharply, hitting just the right spot.
The experience was surreal. Sif, another woman was fucking her with what felt like Loki's cock, and this was after she sucked her until she came in her mouth. All of it felt so real, right down to the texture of the dildo slamming into her needy cunt.
She looked up at Loki as he ran his fingers through her hair, leaning into his touch as he smiled down at her.
A rush of excitement and arousal coursed through her as Loki freed his cock, holding it out to her.
Everything that was happening to her, from the chains locked around her wrists and ankles, to Sif's fingers digging into her hips as she took her from behind, it was all Loki's will.
Without having to be told, she dipped her head, wrapping her lips around Loki's thick cock, sucking him deeply as Sif fucked her from behind, pumping the full length of the dildo into her needy pussy with long, hard strokes.
She flicked her tongue along the head of Loki's cock, enjoying the familiar taste of his essence, her arousal spiking as she bobbed her head, quickly falling into rhythm with Sif, taking Loki in her throat as Sif thrust inside her, faster and faster, her thighs slapping against her ass with loud claps.
It felt almost like when Loki used the Mind Stone on her, making her feel like he was taking her pussy and mouth at the same time, but there were still subtle differences.
As skilled as Sif was, she wasn't Loki. She didn't have the same intimate knowledge of her body and desires he did.
Despite that, she could feel her orgasm coming fast, and unlike when she sucked Sif's dildo earlier she had little to no control over the situation now, relying on her willpower alone to hold back her orgasm, hoping she could outlast the Asgardian warrior maiden one last time.
Sif looked down at the slave's back, a sly smile forming on her face as she saw the sweat glistening on her skin, and the way her body trembled as she fucked her and knew the little slave was close.
She reached down between Carol's parted thighs, pressing her fingers against the slave's slick folds, adding to her pleasure, determined now more than ever to wrestle an orgasm out of the willful slave.
Carol's eyes went wide, her throat filled with Loki's cock as her pleasure unexpectedly spiked, freezing as she felt another wave of pleasure overtake her, and nearly send her over the edge.
It took all her concentration to hold back her orgasm, thrusting her hips back to meet Sif's thrusts, hoping she could hold out just a little longer, knowing that Sif was likely just as close as she was.
Sif let out a low grunt as she felt a spike of pleasure of her own, feeling as if Carol's silken cunt was milking her dildo, but she wasn't worried. She still had the upper hand.
With her free hand she reached forward, hooking her thumb into Carol's ass as she continued to rub her clit with the other as she thrust inside her.
"GAAHHHH!" Carol groaned around Loki's cock as Sif unexpectedly sent her tumbling over the edge, the added pleasure of Sif's thumb inside her ass too much for her to bear.
She slumped back, Loki's throbbing cock slipping out of her throat as she took deep lungfuls of air, but Sif was relentless, continuing to thrust inside her slick cunt with wild abandon.
"UGGGGGHHH!" Sif grunted after another half dozen thrusts, burying her dildo to the hilt in the slave's tight cunt as she finally erupted.
Carol let out a low moan as she felt Sif's hot cum flood her pussy, the feeling nearly setting her off a second time.
She took a shaky breath as Sif's dildo finally left her cunt, only to let out a loud yelp as she felt a sharp sting on her ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Are you forgetting something, little slave?" Proxima demanded, leaning over Carol as she grabbed her collar with one hand, making her presence known.
Carol winced as Proxima continued to spank her, returning her attention to Loki's cock as she took him in her mouth again, ignoring the amused expression on his face.
She looked up at Loki, meeting his eyes as she sucked him, swirling her tongue along his length as Proxima continued to spank her, alternating between each cheek, and turning her ass red.
She wanted to tell her to stop, that she hadn't forgotten about Loki, but with her mouth already full it made speaking difficult, her protests coming out as muffled grunts.
She leaned forward, taking Loki's length down her throat and squeezed, hoping it would be enough to appease her bodyguard.
Loki smirked, enjoying the feel of Carol's lips and tongue on his cock, along with the erotic sight of Proxima spanking his oftentimes disobedient slave.
He gave Proxima a subtle nod, instructing her to ease up, not interested in seeing his slave bruised.
Carol let out a soft moan as Proxima finally stopped, glad that it was over, but also embarrassed, her face turning bright red as she again became the center of attention again.
Her eyes darted to Sif, now bouncing on Thor's lap as he aggressively fucked her, but she clearly seemed to be enjoying herself with how loudly she was moaning, making her again feel envious of Asgardian stamina.
Her moment of distraction cost her as she felt another sharp spank land on her ass, and quickly returned her focus to sucking Loki's cock, bobbing her head as she took his full length down her throat each time.
She reached back, trying to rub the sting out of her ass, only then remembering that she was chained to the table.
She felt Proxima's hand on her ass again, and tensed expecting another spank, but was surprised when she rubbed and squeezed her ass instead, massaging away the sting.
She redoubled her efforts on Loki, humming to vibrate her throat, as Sif and Thor's grunts filled the room, watching out of the corner of her eye as Sif leaned against the wall, her legs, wrapped around Thor's waist as he fucked her hard and fast, their lips locked in an intimate embrace.
She yelped as Proxima spanked her again, but more in surprise than pain this time, her meaning clear: focus on your master, but it also felt more teasing somehow.
She looked up confused. Proxima had never let up before, never passed on an opportunity to spank her, so why was she doing so now?
Then she saw it, the subtle nod Loki sent to Proxima.
She slowed to a more sensual pace as she leaned back slightly, allowing Loki's cock to ease out of her throat, but still kept her lips firmly sealed around his shaft, pressing her tongue to the underside of his cock.
She felt it again, another spank, but just like the last one, it wasn't as hard as it could have been, the slight sting feeling almost pleasant as Proxima switched between spanking and fondling, even teasing the rim of her ass with the tip of her thumb.
She groaned low in her throat as Proxima followed Loki's instructions, feeling another spike of arousal.
Loki let out a low groan, thoroughly enjoying the sight of his slave being disciplined as she sucked him.
He doubted Carol had put it together just yet, but spankings were going to be a big part of her future, but not the kind she had grown used to.
Her first introduction to it had been as a form of punishment and discipline, and while that would still be required from time to time, it would no longer be the only reason.
It would become part of their foreplay, something he, or Proxima did before he fucked her, something that Carol would learn to look forward to, and even crave — another important step on her journey of submission.
He grunted, running his fingers through his slave's hair. He was close, but after seeing her with Sif, and now Proxima teasing and spanking her, it came as no surprise.
Seeing Carol deep in the throes of her submission was always an erotic sight, one he doubted he would ever grow tired of.
Feeling her lungs burn, Carol leaned back, taking in a lungful of air before returning to bobbing her head on Loki's cock, faster, and faster.
She felt his cock throb once, then twice shortly after and knew he was close.
She rubbed her thighs together in anticipation, the slickness between her thighs growing as Proxima continued to tease and spank her, playing with her back entrance, hoping she would feel Loki's thick cock inside her pussy again soon.
She heard Loki grunt a moment later, then felt his seed fill her mouth.
Sealing her lips tightly around his shaft, she licked him clean, finally leaning back to sit on the low table as she caught her breath.
She looked first at Loki, then Proxima, expecting them to remove her chains before finally looking at the smirking form of Sif, still sitting in Thor's lap, realizing that when Sif said the night, she hadn't been exaggerating.
She could only watch helplessly from her bondage as Loki, Sif, and Thor returned to exchanging stories of past battles, and drinking games, seemingly ignoring her for now, but from the lazy grin Sif shot her she doubted her reprieve would last for long.
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