Vers sat in the tub, head bent, and on all fours as she gasped for breath. She could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks as she returned to reality, fully realizing what she had just done, and how publicly it happened.
She never did anything like this before, being pleasured by a woman, having her ass played with, and all of it while she fantasized about her captor taking her from behind. It was all too much. She didn't even know how to react to it, feeling almost as if she were in shock.
'This isn't me,' she thought, disbelievingly, wondering for a moment if her reaction was Loki's doing. He had already proven that he could affect her mind, but a voice in the back of her mind dispelled that notion. 'When he does that to me, I don't even realize what I'm doing,' she thought. This time she remembered everything that happened, and exactly what led up to it.
It had been shockingly easy for Lyria to overpower her, and no matter how hard she tried to wiggle free, it was impossible. It didn't even feel like Lyria had to struggle to hold her.
She could still feel Lyria's tentacle like finger wedged deeply in her ass, the uncomfortable fullness causing her mind to flash back to the vivid picture Lyria painted in her mind, making her imagine it was Loki taking her ass, her blush deepening even further as she remembered how hard she came at the thought of it.
"Alright," Lyria murmured gently, helping her to her feet. "Let's get you dried off and finish preparing you for your master."
Vers didn't know what it was, her orgasm, the humiliation and embarrassment of her current predicament, or her growing feeling of helplessness, but she didn't fight, or even argue as Lyria lifted her into her arms, carrying her bridal style as she easily lifted her out of the tub.
Her legs still felt weak and rubbery. A small part of her grateful to have Lyria holding her in her arms. She at least wouldn't run the risk of falling flat on her face, making this experience even more humiliating that it already was.
She could feel the cool air on her skin as the liquid, whatever it was, dripped off her skin. She looked away, unwilling to meet Loki's gaze as she felt Lyria run a towel all along her body, drying her off, then doing the same for her hair.
Through everything, Lyria kept her finger firmly lodged in her ass. Worse still, she didn't seem like she was in any hurry to remove it either, but despite her growing discomfort, she couldn't bring herself to say anything.
What if Lyria refused to remove her finger? What could she really do about it? She had no illusions of overpowering Lyria, not now. Was there even a sense in fighting her when the outcome was so obvious? As much as she hated to admit it, it wasn't a battle she could win.
Vers focused on her breathing, trying to calm her racing heart as she gathered her scattered thoughts, reminding herself that she was a soldier, a warrior, and despite her imprisonment, she would find a way to escape. For now, she needed to swallow her pride and continue waiting for the right opportunity to present itself.
It was a deeply humbling experience for her, someone who had once considered herself an elite soldier to realize there were beings far more powerful than her that casually exercised a level of power she could only dream of.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Loki, his gaze unreadable, but clearly taking in every detail. She couldn't afford to slip up now, and mentally prepared herself for whatever Loki had planned for her next.
Lyria looked down at Vers. She was so wonderfully submissive, and the best part was, she didn't even realize it. Lord Loki was a lucky man to find her when he did, before someone else snatched her up.
She looked up, smiling brightly at Loki. "What shall we proceed with next, Lord Loki?" She asked, feeling a growing enthusiasm as she thought about all the things she could do to display her skills to the fullest, and prove her worth to the Asgardian.
Loki took a moment, his eyes trailing up and down Vers's nude form, enjoying the sight of her looking so vulnerable. He knew it was temporary, at least for now. He had taken her by surprise when he brought her here, and it would take far more than this to truly bend the beautiful former warrior to his will.
The bath Lyria had given her had done wonders, smoothing out the few wrinkles she had, along with removing the small scars on her body, leaving nothing behind but smooth, flawless skin.
He felt his cock harden, imaging the sight of her, after Lyria finished working her magic. "I want her smooth to the touch," he replied to Lyria. "Remove all the hair below her neck," he ordered, his eyes darkening with lust as he locked eyes with Vers to see her reaction.
"Permanent removal, I assume?" Lyria asked, already knowing the answer from the look in Loki's eyes.
"Of course," Loki replied with a smirk as he regarded Lyria. "I want nothing but the best for my possessions."
Vers shifted in Lyria's grip, feeling the alien woman's grip tighten on her as she did. She knew what Loki was doing, trying to get a rise out of her, but she wouldn't take the bait, knowing that Loki lived for moments like this. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction, not this time.
She promised herself to endure her next humiliation in silence, and that way, at least hold on to a small measure of her dignity.
Lyria carried Vers to a padded table, laying her down on it before looking up at Loki again, a gleam in her eye. "I can strap her to the table if you prefer, Lord Loki," she purred. "If she decides to struggle, it will take longer."
"I don't think that will be necessary?" Loki said with a smirk, running his fingers through Vers's hair. He looked down, seeing her expression as his smirk widened. "Will it, Vers?" he asked, leaning down when she remained silent.
Vers glared up at Loki, clenching her fists as she tried to maintain her composure. 'Is he really going to make me say it?' she thought angrily, but as she looked up at him, she could tell he was more than willing to drag this out until he got what he wanted. She gave a curt nod to Lyria before looking away, not willing to watch her own debasement.
Lyria nodded as she pulled out a small oval-shaped device. "This won't hurt a bit," she said, flicking a button on the side as a low hum and a soft blue light emitted from the device. "But you will need to stay still," she warned. "You wouldn't want me to take off any more hair than necessary."
Vers closed her eyes, exhaling softly, refusing to dignify her with a response. She could feel a slight warmth on her skin as Lyria ran the device up and down her body, first at her neck and then her arms. She couldn't feel it happening, but she knew that with each pass, Lyria was removing the fine hairs from her skin.
She felt the device glide down her chest, and stomach, up and down her legs, then Lyria rolled her onto her stomach as she removed the thin hairs from her back, then the backs of her arms, and legs.
She took another breath, knowing that Lyria wasn't finished. She had saved her pussy for last, and sure enough, when she finished with her back, Lyria rolled her over again.
Vers had always kept the hairs between her legs cut short, but never once considered removing them completely. She absolutely hated the thought of it, and worse still, she had no say in the matter.
Loki made the decision for her, just as he made every decision for her since he captured her, but unlike all the others, this was permanent. Her hair would never grow back, and there was nothing she could do to stop him, making her feel even more helpless than she already was.
She clenched her fists as Lyria ran the device between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and lifting her hips to make certain not even a wisp of hair remained.
She felt the difference immediately. The cool air on her skin, and the knowledge that one of her most intimate areas would now be on full display for Loki, and anyone else he allowed to see her naked.
"Your skin is as smooth as silk," Lyria complimented, a hint of mischief in her tone as she lightly traced her finger up and down between the junction of Vers's legs.
Vers clenched her jaw as Lyria continued to trace her fingers up and down her cunt in slow circles, unprepared for how much more sensitive she was now, and how intensely her body responded to Lyria's touch.
"Look," Lyria instructed, tilting Vers's head. "Open your eyes," she said patiently, "see how wonderful you look for your master, my dear."
Vers kept her eyes firmly closed, determined to commit at least one act of defiance, regardless of how limited it was, but was unprepared for Lyria's reaction to her refusal.
Vers gasped, her eyes flying open as Lyria's finger expanded in both length and width inside her ass. She wasn't just imagining it; she was sure of it. Her breath came out in short gasps as she struggled to adjust, feeling the dull ache in her ass again as Lyria stretched her anal ring to the absolute limit to accommodate her enlarged finger.
"Look," Loki instructed, catching Vers's eye. She remained silent, weighing her options, limited as they were. Her gaze shifted to Lyria, who smirked at her, wiggling her finger inside her ass playfully. She clenched her jaw, barely holding back the groan that threatened to escape her lips.
She sighed, the message was clear. If she didn't look, Loki would force the issue.
Taking a deep breath to prepare herself, she dropped her gaze, looking at her smooth, hairless mound, a blush creeping up on her cheeks as she did. Nothing was hidden from Loki's gaze now, not anymore, and not ever again.
She had always been extremely private, dressing conservatively, wearing her uniform whenever possible, and doing all she could to avert the gaze of her fellow officers.
She had no illusions about how she looked, how the male officer's gazes lingered on her body. She hated it, being looked at like a sex object, making it especially galling to find herself in the position she did now.
Loki had taken her uniform, her armor, making her feel vulnerable in a way she had never experienced before, and just when she got used to it, or at least learned to live with it, he had done this, pushing her well past every boundary she thought she had with him.
It confused her. She hated this, but there was also a part of her that reveled in it, feeling Loki's eyes trailing up and down her body. The way his eyes lingered, the undercurrent of arousal she sensed from him, and the limited, but undeniable power she held over him because of it.
After spending so much time with only him for company, she felt a growing comfort in his presence, his touch, a strange sense of security she had never experienced before.
Lyria looked between Loki and Vers, a smile tugging at her lips. She could practically feel the growing lust and desire sparking between them as her beauty treatments slowly revealed Vers's true self. She couldn't wait to see Lord Loki's reaction when she finished.
"Nyx," she called for her assistant, who appeared by her side in an instant, a jar of clear liquid in her hand.
Lyria nodded to her, taking the jar. Nyx was perhaps the best assistant she had ever had, anticipating her needs before she even voiced them, understanding her vision with barley a word spoken between them. She had been an excellent find.
Vers looked at the jar in Lyria's hands wearily, then at the ever present smirk on her face with some trepidation, wondering if these beauty treatments of hers would ever end.
She watched as Lyria dipped her fingers into the jar, coating them with the clear oil, then rubbed it into her skin. She let out a sharp gasp as her skin tingled, feeling a warmth seep beneath her skin, and deep into her muscles as Lyria's multiple arms caressed and squeezed her body.
She bit her tongue, hoping the pain would give her something else to focus on as Lyria cupped her breasts, gently kneading them as she worked the oil into her skin, but she proved no match for Lyria's skilled touch, shuddering as she felt her nipples harden in response to her ministrations, made all the more difficult when her eyes locked with Loki's.
Her mind drifted again, imagining it was Loki's hands caressing her body as Lyria faded into the background. She could feel his fingers tracing down her taut stomach, squeezing and fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and caressing her thighs and the curve of her ass all at once.
She shut her eyes, feeling a spike of desire as she felt his warms hands creep up her thighs, now just millimeters below her dripping sex as he moved his hands in slow circular motions.
Vers could feel herself getting wetter by the second, her cunt becoming slick with desire as he continued to tease and titillate her. She let out a ragged gasp as another set of hands dipped lower, moving up and down her legs.
The tingling warmth spread all across her body as multiple hands moved across her supple skin. Nothing was sacred, nothing was beyond their reach as they explored the most intimate and private parts of her.
She could feel it happening again. She was losing herself to Lyria's touch. Or was it Loki's? In her mind she wasn't sure if there was even a difference. Lyria had said she was an instrument of Loki's will, and as she melted further into her touch, it mattered less and less whose hands they were. In the end it was Loki that commanded them, regardless.
She shook her head, trying and failing to clear her mind, to think of something else, anything else, but it was no use. Her mind always drifted back to Loki no matter how hard she tried, the pleasure coursing through her body becoming all but impossible to ignore.
Before she knew it, she was back on her hands and knees, but Lyria no longer had to hold her in place. She could feel the alien woman's hands all over her body, cupping and squeezing her ass, and moving up and down her back, thighs, and chest.
A groan of pleasure escaped her lips as Lyria moved her finger inside her, working the oil into her ass as well. She could feel the dull ache slowly fade away, replaced by a tingling warmth as her pleasure skyrocketed.
Carol looked up, startled, when she felt a hand on her chin, tilting her head up. She met the intense and lust filled eyes of Loki. She couldn't look away, feeling both vulnerable and intensely aroused as she stared up at him.
She let out a mew of pleasure as she felt a pair of Lyria's hands on her breasts, her thumbs rolling over her nipples, and sending a shock of desire straight to her core.
She didn't resist as another pair of hands drifted down her stomach and between her thighs, pulling them wide apart. She gasped as a single finger pierced her dripping cunt, gently moving back and forth inside her, as the finger in her ass did the same.
More mews, and moans of pleasure escaped her lips as she looked up at Loki, feeling the dual pleasure of both her ass and pussy being stimulated at the same time. An intense feeling of vulnerability and submission overtook her, only adding to her growing pleasure.
Loki held Vers chin firmly in his grip as he stared down at her, the moans of pleasure escaping her lips sounding like music to his ears. The urge to push Lyria aside and take Vers here and now was intense.
His cock felt hard as steel as his eyes roamed over her beautiful form, but he held himself back, knowing that he couldn't rush something like this. Bending Vers to his will, making her his, it needed to be done slowly. He wanted to savor his victory, her subjugation like a fine wine.
"You belong to me, Vers," Loki said in a husky tone as he took the next step in claiming his prize, a satisfied smile forming on his face when Vers didn't argue. "What you feel now, the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body, it all belongs to me."
Vers shut her eyes, letting out a sharp gasp as Lyria picked up the pace, pumping her fingers faster and faster, plunging her fingers deeper inside her with each thrust.
"No, open your eyes, Vers," Loki commanded. "Look at me," he said in a softer tone as she opened her eyes again. "Feel my cock moving inside you," he instructed, as Lyria both widened and lengthened, the finger pumping inside her dripping cunt.
"Uggghh!" Vers groaned, imaging Loki inside her, somehow taking both her ass and pussy at the same time. She could feel her pleasure building higher and higher, far more intensely than she had ever felt before.
"Push yourself back on my cock, Vers," Loki said, caressing her face, his own arousal deepening as she followed his instructions without question. "So obedient," he praised, running his fingers through her hair. "This is the life you were always meant for."
Vers met Loki's gaze as her desires took over. She gasped for breath, lost in the vivid fantasy Loki painted for her as she pushed herself back on his cocks.
"Isn't this simpler?" Loki asked in a soft voice, continuing to run his fingers through her golden locks. "This is your natural state, the unspoken truth of your true nature. What you truly crave isn't freedom. It's submission, captivity, belonging."
Vers held Loki's gaze, her haze of pleasure clearing as she heard a faint voice whispering quietly in the back of her mind, reminding her who she was. "…n-no," she whispered, "th-that's… not… true."
Loki raised an eyebrow, both surprised and aroused by the fight that still remained within her. Her defiance only adding to her allure as she continued to push herself back on Lyria's probing fingers.
"Isn't it?" he asked, leaning down to whisper into her ear. "You were only living half a life before, perhaps even less than that before I claimed you. You just went through the motions, one meaningless battle after another. You now have purpose, clarity."
Lyria chose that moment to pick up the pace again, her fingers pumping into Vers's slick cunt and asshole as she kneaded her breasts and massaged her thighs.
"Uggghhhh!" Vers groaned as Lyria's talented fingers explored her body. She was close now, she could feel it. She shook her head desperately, struggling not to cum, using every ounce of willpower she possessed to hold back her orgasm.
She couldn't let Loki make her cum, not now, not like this. The stakes were too high. As difficult as it was, she had to resist him.
"The bright lure of freedom is a trap," Loki continued softly as Vers let out a long, keening moan. "It diminishes your life, robs you of the pleasure you truly desire."
Vers shut her eyes tightly, trying to block out the seductive allure of Loki's charm, but the combination of his words and Lyria's talented fingers pumping away inside her were impossible to ignore. She could feel her resolve being chipped away, piece by piece, as she thrust her hips back in time with Loki's thrusts.
"This mad a scramble for power, for an identity not your own, it isn't you," Loki said, sensing their battle of wills was nearly at an end.
"You— Ugh! Ugh! Ugh" Vers groaned, fighting desperately against her growing pleasure. "You're— Ugh! Ugh! Lying!" she said, shaking her head. "I kn-know— I know," she said, her breath coming out in short gasps. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Who I am."
"No," Loki denied, his voice cool and authoritative. "You exist to be ruled, and in the end, you will always kneel to your master."
"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" Vers groaned, her eyes popping open as she barely held on. "N-no," she said, shaking her head, trying and failing to push aside the pleasure coursing through her body as she tried to ignore the deeper truth of Loki's words.
"Let go," Loki instructed, holding Vers's gaze as he gripped her chin. "Feel the pleasure coursing through your body, feel me thrusting inside you, claiming you, making you mine."
"Ughhhh!" Vers groaned as Lyria pressed her thumb down on her clit, ratcheting her pleasure up even higher. Her mind drifted back to Safira, to Lady Vers, and how, in the end, despite their best efforts, they both submitted.
She could feel her resolve weakening, her mind returning to the image of Loki thrusting inside her, his fingers exploring her body, kneading her heaving breasts, digging his fingers into her hip as he took her.
"Cum for me, Vers," Loki ordered, his eyes locking with hers.
Vers's eyes widened, a flood of emotions and desire coursing through her as her resolve finally crumbled. "LOOOKKKIII!" She screamed out as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her gasping for breath as she came harder than she ever had before.
Breathing hard, she felt a clarity in the aftermath of her orgasm, knowing that something had irrevocably shifted between her and Loki. She had lost an important battle, falling further into the seductive embrace of Loki's dominance.
Loki looked down at Vers as she recovered from her orgasm proudly. She had taken an important step to becoming her true self, one that would be the foundation for everything that would come next.
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