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Spoils of War	By : razzaname Category: Marvel Verse Movies > no category yet Views: 49618 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I don't know how long this story will go on for, there's one scene I particularly want to add that'll be the chapter after next, then we'll see.
Jane resolved to explore the palace. Hela placed any particular limitations on their movement, and ok it took a little getting used to when she wasn’t allowed to wear clothes but the palace seemed mostly empty.
It was huge and as spectacular as ever, golden walls and floor shining no matter where she turned. She’d only been to Asgard briefly, not enough to know her way around, but she was picking it up.
No one seemed to come to the palace. Jane wasn’t sure why.
There was the occasional guard, glowing with a kind of green fire as Heimdall had, but that was all. Jane had passed four before she got up the courage to just walk in front of one. She ought to get used to being exposed.
Thankfully he hadn’t reacted.
When she heard some sound in the distance she followed it; it was the sound of training. Maybe it was Valkyrie again, she’d like the chance to talk things over after their last meeting. Things still took some getting used to.
She’d spent one night in Asgard so far, in a wing of the castle apparently devoted to Hela’s slaves; just the three of them so far. Each of them had a room to themselves, though she’d shared with Darcy just for the company.
Valkyrie had wanted to be alone. In the morning Jane had tried to visit, but she’d gone out. She’d left her armour behind too, meaning she’d be as nude as Jane.
Jane turned a corner to find the source of the sound- and suddenly faltered, recognising the face.
“Sif?” Jane said, jumping. “Or- oh, um, Lady Sif isn’t it?”
“Sif,” the warrior said. “I would want no title in this Asgard.”
She was still clad in her armour, uncollared and armed. Apparently she’d been training; her expression upon Jane’s intrusion was resigned, but not happy.
“So, uh, hi?” Jane said.
Sif turned her attention away, swinging her sword at the air. She seemed like she had to keep in shape.
It was then Jane glanced down, quickly remembering to cover herself. She’d crossed one arm over her chest before Sif snorted.
“You don’t have to hide,” Sif said. “I’ve seen it.
“Oh- I know, but that was one time and it still feels odd to…”
“More than that,” Sif said.
She didn’t elaborate. After a moment Jane lowered her arm.
“So what do you do here?” Jane said, hoping for a conversation.
“I fight.”
“Still a warrior?” Jane said. “I guess that makes sense, fighting for-”
“Fighting against,” Sif said.
“What?” Jane said. “I thought Hela was the Queen?”
“I will not accept her authority,” Sif said. “I- you don’t know, do you?”
Sif exhaled, then sheathed her blade. She moved back and sat, giving Jane her first real glimpse of the warrior’s face. There was sweat on her brow, an odd kind of pain in her eyes, and she looked far more vulnerable than Jane could imagine a warrior of Asgard being.
Slowly, Jane neared. Sif didn’t welcome her presence.
“Hela said Thor was her brother,” Jane said. “I just thought no one had explained the line of succession to me, it’s not like you told me everything.”
“Most of Asgard didn’t even know she existed,” Sif said. “Not until her return. I just wish I was here then, I wish I could have fought with the army, not… One I thought was Odin ordered me to capture an Asgardian criminal called Lorelei. I succeeded, then she escaped; I suspect it was a ploy to keep me out of Asgard. I had difficulty summoning the Bifrost, and when I at last returned with my prisoner, Hela was waiting.”
Sif’s expression tensed. Jane shifted, not sure what she was meant to think.
Ok, Hela had introduced herself as the Goddess of Death, and there had been a few unnerving moments, but…
“I fought,” Sif said. “I lost. I thought she would kill me, and instead… this.”
“You don’t look like…” Jane said, and hesitated.
“A slave?” Sif said. “Like you, you mean?”
Jane flushed, glancing down.
“She wants me to be,” Sif said. “I was the fiercest female warrior of Asgard, and she wants me to give up my armour and my blade to play pet.”
“You don’t want to,” Jane said.
Sif paused, and gritted her teeth.
“Do you know what she’s done?” Sif said. “She conquered Asgard. She’s subjugating realms, bringing them under her control. She killed those that stood against her, countless Asgardians fallen. She killed Thor.”
“What?” Jane said, suddenly. “No, no, she couldn’t have…”
“I saw his body,” Sif said, a flicker of rage in her voice. “Resurrected as her puppet by the Eternal Flame. That green light is not natural, Jane.”
Jane stumbled as if struck, moving closer to a wall to support herself. Sif regarded her and her expression became no more sympathetic.
“And you?” Jane said.
“I fight,” Sif said. “Pointlessly. I broke into the Vault, I used every weapon I could and she shrugs each off. Anything in there that might be a threat to her she’s hidden and I know not where.”
“She lets you?” Jane said. “That doesn’t sound like the monster you’re describing.”
“She lets me because I have yet to threaten her,” Sif scowled. “And because she wants me to give up. She is one of the most vile beings I have encountered.”
“I…”
“She wants me to ask her,” Sif said, voice quieter. “She’s told me everything she’d do to me if I became her prise, and she swore to do none of it until I ask her to. It’s her idea of humiliation, making a warrior beg for submission.”
“Then you’re… safe, right?” Jane said. “If you don’t want it?”
Sif gritted her teeth again.
“I want it more than I can put into words,” Sif said, reluctant. “But I will not beg.”
“I- what?” Jane blinked.
“She has… afflicted me,” Sif said. “An ability adapted from Heimdall’s. I see her, each time she takes a conquest. The myriad times she has claimed the Valkyrie, in countless ways. And then when she went to Earth.”
Jane flushed. “Oh. Uh. You saw that?”
“I saw you plead for her to degrade you,” Sif said. “I saw you obey her.”
Jane glanced down.
“I didn’t know,” Jane said. “I just thought…”
“You thought that you wanted her to fuck you,” Sif said. “I’ve seen it. I see it, every waking day. And I may take no pleasure from it; it is another of her enchantments, a simple mental binding that prevents any… culmination, and will loose only when I allow her to touch me. I-”
Sif was cut off suddenly as her eyes started to glow with a soft, golden light. Jane started, recognising it as similar to how Heimdall so often looked.
“What is it?” Jane said.
“Valkyrie,” Sif said. “Hela has her. She’s on the throne, Valkyrie is on her knees-”
Sif gave a low groan. Jane bit her lip, trying to ignore the heat rising inside her.
She could imagine the position. Hela’s legs apart, Valkyrie’s head against an exposed cunt, eager to lick and taste, eager to feel Hela grip her hair…
Jane remembered that position. And despite everything part of her was excited.
Jane pressed her legs together, awkwardly shifting. She watched Sif’s face, that mix of lust and loathing Hela seemed so adept at causing.
“I wanted to see you,” Sif said, slightly breathless. “I hate it, but I was glad when she found you. Glad to see how you looked.”
“I… remember,” Jane said.
There had been a night a while ago, after her break-up with Thor. Sif had come by briefly in what was meant to be commiseration and turned into rebound sex.
It was just the one time, but it was hard to forget an Asgardian. And apparently it had appealed to Sif too.
A low moan escaped Sif’s lips, her eyes continuing to glow.
“I’ll… I’ll go,” Jane said.
Unsure of what she was going to do, Jane left. Sif stayed where she was, staring into the middle distance and waiting, unable to deny both how appealing her persistent visions were, and how she was increasingly tempted.
But no. No.
It was an hour before Jane found the throne room, quite by accident. She was still exploring, still trying to learn the layout of the castle.
She’d wandered past Darcy, who was reading by a window. Darcy had murmured something about it being a ‘crime to hide these,’ while shaking her chest, and been sure to sat with them in easy view through the window.
Her book had interested Jane. Darcy had found the palace’s library, with tomes from all manner of worlds. There was some kind of device that could be clipped on to a book to allow her to be telepathically sent a translation.
Part of Jane wondered why she wasn’t doing that instead. She could learn Asgardian physics, know all the things she’d always wanted to, increase her understanding of the universe by more than she’d ever thought possible…
Asgardians elevated science to the level it might as well have been magic. How could she not be curious?
But she couldn’t focus on that. She should have thought of it as soon as she spent the night in the castle, but instead she was exploring, she’d spoken to Sif, and now she was debating.
What could she do? If Hela was as bad as Sif said…
When she walked into the throne room, her eyes were immediately caught by the ceiling.
There was a dazzling painting, the colours vivid, the surface full, and in the centre of it stood two people Jane recognised. The first was Odin, wearing a crown that resembled Hela’s, unlike what she remembered him wearing. And the second was Hela herself, standing at his side, clearly engaged in a war, and holding Mjolnir.
It was… unnerving.
It seemed to confirm much of Sif’s story, but also imply that Hela was far from a rebel. What she’d done was part of Asgard’s history; a dark part to be sure, but…
Did that make it more horrific, or less?
“Beautiful, is it not?” Hela’s voice echoed from the far side of the chamber. She strode nearer. “I don’t know why my father covered it up.”
Jane faltered, then found her voice.
“Shame,” she said.
Hela regarded her.
“You would understand shame,” Hela said. “One does not hide the past. Where do you think all this gold came from? And then overnight he decided everything we’d built together was wrong, he stripped me of my weapon and banished me. It is only fitting to display this again, now I have returned.”
Jane couldn’t tear her eyes from the illustration.
“Have you been speaking to Valkyrie, or to Sif?” Hela said. “Don’t think I cannot see that wariness.”
“…Is it true?” Jane said.
“I expect so, they would hardly need to lie,” Hela said. Her hand twitched. “You know, once I would have executed you for such a slight. It is not your place to question or worry about anything beyond how best to please me.”
“I- Sif said you killed Thor.”
“Among others,” Hela said.
Jane turned suddenly, confronted the Goddess, her eyes moving from the painted version to the real thing. Hela seemed completely unconcerned.
“What is wrong with you?” Jane said.
“You begged to be used by me,” Hela said. “You came from humiliating yourself for my pleasure.”
“I never would have if I’d known-”
“No?” Hela said. “I told you I was the Goddess of Death. That would normally be enough to make most mortals wonder and you, I understand you are a woman of science. Could you truly not see?”
Jane hesitated, and in that moment Hela moved closer. Jane suddenly found herself backed against a pillar, a hand just between her hips. Hela wasn’t touching her but she was close enough Jane could feel the heat of her skin against her exposed, hypersensitive core.
“Do you think Valkyrie does not know?” Hela said.
“She hated you,” Jane said.
“Perhaps,” Hela said. “I killed the women she fought with, those she thought of as sisters. I’m rather surprised she survived. And yet you were there last night, you saw how eagerly, how willingly, she gave herself to me. She begged for me to do things to her that you’ve never done for a lover. Why do you think that is?”
“I-” Jane hesitated.
Brainwashing? Mind control? It seemed unlikely. There hadn’t been any signs of that, and Hela hadn’t needed to use it on them. They just…
“You don’t want to think for yourself,” Hela said. “No one does, not truly. That pressure, that guilt should you make a mistake, that fear that whatever happens is your fault. No, you don’t want control. You want to be owned, to not think about what’s right or wrong, to not think about morality, but to have all that taken out of your hands so you can give yourself over entirely to what you feel.”
Hela’s thumb twitched, only barely brushing Jane’s pussy. It was just enough to remind her that she was wet.
“Can… Can Sif see us now?” Jane said.
“Most probably,” Hela said. “This is close enough to what she should see. Why, are you ashamed of how you want to ignore her words?”
Jane flushed.
She found she couldn’t answer. All the hatred, all the fear she’d felt was suddenly dissipating, hiding behind a fog of need.
“Sif provides a good example,” Hela said. “As does Valkyrie, and many others. They feel the same as you, they feel the need to be a toy and to shrug off the yoke of freedom. They simply need a push to convince themselves of that.
“A-And you?” Jane said.
“I serve Asgard,” Hela said. “What I do is for this place. And you, Jane Foster, what do you serve? What drives you?”
Jane hesitated. She had been a scientist, had been driven by that thrill of discovery. It all started to feel pointless though, after finding out Asgard has all the answers and more. She might as well be back at school.
So, yes, she had been feeling a little purposeless after that whole Dark Elves incident, after seeing Asgard for the first time.
Her lack of an answer made Hela smile.
“You don’t have a drive,” Hela said. “You tried to convince yourself you did, but it took nothing at all to take you away from it. You want to belong to me, and to not thinking about anything else. I think you knew that before you came here.”
“Wh-what?”
“You could have run,” Hela said. “Told Darcy and asked Sif to take you to the Bifrost. I expect she could have stolen the sword and activated it. If what I have done so irredeemably appals you, you could have been on Earth right now. Instead you came here.”
“I wanted to confront you.”
“No, you didn’t,” Hela said. “All you have is words. Words are meaningless, what matters is what you do. The people in the city hate me, they murmur of resistance. One particularly strange individual is handing out pamphlets. I do not care because it is just murmurs, just words they use to convince themselves that they haven’t surrendered. None of them are planning to do anything, just like you are not. It is temporary, and soon they will accept me as their Queen.”
Hela leant closer. The armour covering her began to dissolve away, leaving her wearing nothing but her crown. Her body was close enough to pin Jane to the pillar.
“You are like Sif,” Hela said. “There is nothing I could do that would be too much for you. You have already submitted, you are already mine, you just try to convince yourself otherwise. If I gave you the choice to leave you would choose as Valkyrie did, and plead for me to fuck you instead.”
Jane had the distinct feeling Hela’s speech was for Sif’s benefit too. Jane still found her breath quickening, her heart racing because of something other than fear.
“You remember what Sif said?” Hela said.
“Yes.”
“It frightened you,” Hela said.
“…Yes.”
“I killed the man you loved.”
“I- Yes.”
“And you still want me to fuck you. You’re still wet for me right now.”
Jane flushed. After a few seconds, mute, she nodded.
“You want Sif to see that, no matter what, you are and will only ever be my whore,” Hela said.
Jane whimpered. “Please.”
The word escaped her lips in a desperate gasp. Still, she made no effort to retract it.
She was flushed again, ashamed again. Being paraded through Asgard had been embarrassing, knowing Darcy had seen her worse, but this? Not only did she know Sif, but she knew Sif would be ashamed.
And if whatever that Heimdall-eye thing was active, if she was seeing another of Hela’s experiences, Sif would know just how much of a toy Jane was.
The thought shouldn’t have been appealing. Instead, it made Jane even more desperate.
Hela’s thumb brushed Jane’s clit once more, and then she stepped back.
“Lay on your back,” Hela said. “In the middle of the throne room. Now.”
Mystified but still obedient, Jane stumbled away from the pillar. She quickly lay down, back of her head touching the cold gold. The floor was cold against her skin, nipples hardening further, as though they needed the help.
And then Hela was standing over her, a foot on either side of Jane’s body.
Jane’s heart raced. Was she going to do this, even knowing the kind of person Hela was? Would she-
Hela lowered herself, straddling and sitting atop Jane’s face.
“You know what to do,” Hela said.
Jane started licking at once. It wasn’t long before Hela’s taste filled her mouth, wetness coating her tongue. Oh god, she still tasted divine.
Her hips were against either side of Jane’s head, her cunt directly above, filling almost ass of Jane’s world. She could glimpse the underside of the Goddess’s breasts, sometimes a glimpse of her crown, but she couldn’t focus on anything else.
Hela pushed down, body rocking slightly as Jane got into a rhythm.
Jane whimpered as Hela’s hands reached down and wound in Jane’s hair, fingertips digging in. The vibrations of that seemed to please the Goddess.
And for those moments there was nothing Jane cared more about in the world than making Hela cum. Back in their first meeting Hela had promised to train her to be good at oral; apparently she hadn’t forgotten.
“Shall I tell you what I’m going to do to Sif?” Hela said, only slightly out of breath.
Jane’s reply was unavoidably muffled, yet it seemed to be what Sif want. Reminding Jane of Sif, both of her warnings and that Sif was watching.
More than anything it was mortifying, both to know how easily she submitted and to know Sif would see.
“First I’ll have to punish her for how long she’s delayed,” Hela said. “She’ll be spanked, ten times for each day, and then more until she apologizes and thanks me. When that happens, then we can move on.”
Jane moaned, unable to speak clearly, and knowing Hela enjoyed both the sounds she made and their vibrations.
“You want to know how long she’s been here?” Hela said. “Twenty six days.”
That was… a lot. Jane’s eyes widened slightly; Hela clearly saw that half of her expression.
“She’s an Asgardian warrior,” Hela said. “She would have had worse, though sometimes I suspect she’s prolonging this because she wants to be punished. She would rather be spanked more than surrender a little, useless pride.”
Perhaps Hela’s words were for more than Jane’s benefit. How was Sif reacting to the reminder?
Jane squirmed. By now she wasn’t at all surprised from how wet she was getting from just serving Hela.
As Jane’s tongue circled, Hela turned her head to look back. It was all too clear she wanted a glimpse of Jane’s cunt, to gauge the effect her story was having. Jane spread her legs to better display herself.
“Is that what you want too?” Hela said. “Do you want to bend over and beg me to spank you? For you it wouldn’t be a set number, I would keep going until you couldn’t take any more. Imagine you red and stinging you would be then, and how obvious it would be to everyone what you’d pleaded with me to do.”
Hela was back to spinning tales. She smirked as Jane whimpered.
“It can be another purpose for you,” Hela said. “You can become the best cunt-licker in all the realms, and you can train yourself to take a longer and longer spanking. Would you like that? One day perhaps you could take more than Sif.”
Jane had to moan at that. She’d barely experimented with spanking, but then most of what Hela had her do was pretty new to her.
The idea of being pushed to her limits, of aching so much she wouldn’t be able to forget it, of having her humiliation as exposed as everything else here…
It made her squirm as though Hela was already inside her, rather than just sitting on her face.
“Though we aren’t talking about you right now,” Hela said.
She didn’t seem to mind all that much, especially given how much Jane wriggled beneath her.
Jane kept her arms to her sides, knowing automatically Hela wouldn’t want her to touch herself. Still, it was almost impossible to not; she pressed her legs together, hoping it would be enough.
“This is about what Sif will beg me for,” Hela said. “After she thanks me for spanking her, I’m going to claim her. It took me a while to decide how. You know I like to ensure you toys do something for the first time with me, and I will fuck each of her holes in turn, but to begin with I’ll start with my fist.”
Jane moaned at that thought too.
How could Sif resist? Jane caught herself at that thought; no, she knew the answer, Sif wouldn’t forgive Hela, what she’d done was-
Even now those thoughts didn’t quite register. She didn’t see the point in them, not when Hela could make her so desperate with just words.
“I would like to see her pretend as though she wants anything else when my whole hand is inside her,” Hela said. “How soon would hatred give way to asking for more? How long before she worships me as you do?”
Something light bubbled up in Jane at those words. She immediately began paying more attention to the task in front of her, tracing out shapes and pleas with the tip of her tongue.
Hela’s taste was filling her mouth and she just couldn’t get enough.
There was little warning beyond Hela gripped Jane’s head tighter, pulling on her hair and keeping her up as a long, low groan escaped the Goddess’s lips. Jane eagerly lapped up an even more exquisite taste.
Jane gave an involuntary whine as Hela shifted, seeming to be about to stand. Then, instead, Hela lowered herself again, only now facing another direction.
Her cunt was against Jane’s mouth once more. Jane quickly started serving her.
Now, however, Hela had a much easier view of how wet she was getting Jane, and in turn afforded Jane a much better view of the artwork on the ceiling. Jane had a perfect view of Hela as a conqueror, as all the things she’d once have hated-
It didn’t slow her tongue in the slightest.
“I’m considering another mural,” Hela said.
Jane moaned to show her acknowledgement; that, and it was beyond intoxicating to hear that slight breathlessness in Hela’s voice and to know that she’d caused it.
“It would feature you,” Hela said. “And each of my spoils. There would need to be room to add to it, but this time I feel as though I should remember all of you.”
Hela paused.
“That, and it would please me to have you drawn as you are,” Hela said. “Nude but for my collars, for all future generations and toys to look at and know. Is that how you wish to be remembered, as nothing but my toy?”
Jane moaned again, unable to deny the effect that image had on her.
It was like being shown off, being walked through Asgard, only endless. And- she’d have liked to look up at such an illustration, liked to see herself exposed.
“How should I pose you?” Hela said. “What should they see you doing? Should I be using your tongue like this, or using another of your holes? Or perhaps you should be presenting your ass, showing generations how hard I’d just fucked you.”
The lewd image made Jane whimper again. At some point humiliation had become a pleasant feeling.
She couldn’t talk, not with her tongue so eagerly reaching inside Hela, so desperately locating and teasing countless spots.
Hela, meanwhile, reached out. She traced one cool finger down the inside of Jane’s thigh, moving so agonisingly close Jane couldn’t help but shake, kicking out at the empty air; Hela echoed the motion, feeling the wetness coating Jane’s cunt.
“You know Sif,” Hela said, slowly. “Perhaps we should go in another direction. You’re becoming such a loyal toy, perhaps instead I should reward you with her. Immortalise that instead, a mere human with an Asgardian warrior on her knees for you. You were rather adept when we used Valkyrie, I would like to see if you could repeat that with Sif.”
Another louder muffled moan echoed. Hela lowered herself, pinning Jane’s head and lips in place as Jane kept licking.
Part of Jane wondered who that was aimed at more. Was Hela trying to get a reaction from Jane, or further teasing Hela given their history?
Whatever the case, Jane was suddenly filled with the need to prove that she was worthy.
Hela’s hands trailed up Jane’s sides, and when she came again her fingertips dug into Jane’s chest. Jane cried out, arching up into the Goddess.
It was several seconds more before Hela moved, crouching up and turning to meet Jane’s eyes again. Finally, she gave Jane enough room to speak.
“Thank you,” Jane gasped.
“For what?” Hela said.
“For- showing me that I don’t want to be anything other than your toy,” Jane said. “Thank you for using me and giving me the honour of tasting you. Thank you for showing Sif that all I want to do is serve you, no matter what.”
Hela smiled. Despite that she stood up, booted feet echoing as she crossed the floor back to her throne.
It seemed as though she’d fashioned the throne. It was made out of the black material she so effortlessly created and manipulated, vertical poles rising out of the ground and then stopping at smooth peaks over the seat, and in various spikes along the back.
Hela sat, extending one leg. She watched Jane, who got to her knees but never moved up from kneeling.
“You deserve to cum,” Hela said. “Come closer.”
Uncertain, Jane obeyed. She crawled until she was close enough to Hela to reach out and touch her. Then, at a look at Hela’s expression, she crawled closer still.
When Jane was still and kneeling, Hela moved her leg, slipping her foot between jane’s legs. Her shin pressed against Jane’s cunt.
“Grind,” Hela said.
Jane frowned, but still obeyed. She pressed herself against the cool skin of Hela’s leg, gasping as she felt the friction. She slid down, then up, rubbing against her Goddess.
It was hard to describe. It wasn’t the most pleasurable nor natural of positions, but she did as she was ordered. If she shifted angle she could get pressure against her clit without needing to expose it.
And as she moved, she felt sparks start to flicker inside her. She’d felt like she was close from Hela’s words, but it was a different kind of close; she still felt that ache and that desperation, but it felt like she’d take longer to grind her way there.
She’d cum so much in the past day or so, Jane couldn’t believe how much.
Jane braced her hands against the arms of the throne, needing to quicken her pace. Soon she reached a good rhythm, a whimper escaping her lips.
It was when she looked up to Hela that she realised the point of this.
She was desperate. After everything she needed to cum, so much so that she could moan from just humping Hela’s legs. It was humiliating, and it was meant to be.
This did nothing but confirm both to Hela and herself how much she was filled with desperation. And, relishing that, Jane threw her head back and moaned.
It became harder to get friction as her wetness made Hela’s leg slick, so she had to press harder, whimpering as she did.
“Is there anything I could do that couldn’t make you cum?” Hela said. She twitched her leg, amused.
“No Goddess,” Jane said, crying out.
She was moving faster not, not caring how desperate or needy she looked, and because of that the ache inside her grew. She panted, gripped the throne tighter-
Sif groaned from irritation more than pleasure, one hand slipped inside her armour and between her legs, and her eyes closed. It did nothing to block out the sight.
She tried to avoid touching herself every time. It only made her frustration work. Still, each time she saw Hela’s conquests her body demanded something. She just couldn’t give it.
Fuck. She forced her hand away, though she was still breathless with need.
No matter where she looked, she couldn’t turn away from the sight of Jane moaning and humiliating herself for Hela’s pleasure.
Valkyrie had been the most common sight since her arrival, and that was frustrating but bearable. She didn’t know Valkyrie, it lost a lot of the impact.
But Jane Foster? Sif knew of her, knew Jane didn’t seem like she’d break easily. And yet she was still Hela’s, so completely. It was… intriguing.
To say nothing of actually being able to see Jane like this, being able to hear her-
And she could only think of one thing, no matter how hard she tried not to. She wanted to be there, and it was only partly for Jane’s sake.
She wanted to feel like that, especially with how desperate she was getting. She wanted to know what had made all the women she’d seen scream in such bliss, she waned to know why degradation addicted them so.
Sif managed to stand up, needing to steady herself for a moment. She had to walk slowly, only half-able to see the hallways around her.
Seeing Jane made it less a matter of pride. Jane wouldn’t judge her for this; Jane might as well have done the same. It was… easier.
By the time she reached the throne room almost all of her pride had been replaced by need. The sight she was greeted with when she arrived dealt with the rest.
The sight in her vision overlaid what she saw in reality until they matched up perfectly; Jane threw her head back, screaming as she came and still rubbing herself against Hela’s leg.
It was long seconds before Jane fell back, panting. Hela turned an amused smile from her, to Sif.
“Yes?” Hela said.
Jane sat up, still shaking. She was flushed, beaming, and apparently proud that Sif was there. It was a strange sight, particularly after the last time she’d seen Sif.
“I surrender,” Sif said, forcing the words out.
Hela was silent. She raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting more.
It was several long seconds before Sif moved closer. She knelt, unsheathing her blade, and offering it to the Goddess.
“I once again pledge my loyalty to the throne of Asgard,” Sif said. “Order me, my Queen, and I will obey.”
“I do not accept your pledge,” Hela said. her lip curled.
Sif looked up, confusion mixed with a flicker of what might have been disappointment in her eyes.
“I’ve told you,” Hela said. “You will not be permitted the excuse of believing you behaved as you did simply because you were ordered. You know what I wish, and until you give yourself to me I will not accept your loyalty.”
She should have left, she should have resigned herself to resisting, she should have ignored the need seeing Hela and Jane had aroused-
Sif reached back, unbuckling her armour and letting her breastplate fall to the floor. She kicked it away, letting it clatter, swiftly sending her bracers to join it.
She did so with Jane’s and Hela’s eyes never leaving her. When she stepped out of her last layer she knelt, again, nude and exposed and turning all of her strategy-trained mind to the question of what to say.
“Please let me serve you, my Queen,” Sif said. “I- am sorry it took me so long to realise my purpose. I wish to follow your commands.”
“That wasn’t what I asked for,” Hela said. “You know what you should beg for. But… Jane as made a mess. If you want an order, clean it up.”
It wasn’t what she’d wanted. Sif wanted release, wanted to feel as Jane had-
But it would do. Hela extended the leg Jane had ridden out, and Sif crawled closer. She lowered her head, extended her tongue, and began to taste.
Jane’s juices had been left smeared all over the Goddess’s skin. Sif had the distinct impression that, if she hadn’t arrived, Jane would have been asked to do this.
Her tongue pressed against firm skin, and slowly ran up. It wasn’t something she imagined she’d taste, and now it was so easily offered.
“Do you like how Jane tastes?” Hela said.
Sif nodded, silently continuing to lap it up. She couldn’t speak. Still, she was incredibly aware that Jane must have still been watching her.
When Hela’s leg was clean, Sif moved back.
Jane’s taste was in her mouth, an undeniable ache was between her legs, and the part of her mind that had been once so opposed to losing her pride now demanded it.
Hela said nothing.
The memory of what Hela wanted from her was fresh in her head; she’d recounted it to Jane as Sif’s curse had made her watch. Sif wasn’t sure she’d forget any of that.
And Hela still wasn’t saying anything, still wasn’t urging her to do anything. Whatever happened would be entirely down to Sif.
“It took me far too long to offer myself to you,” Sif said. “I ask that I be given the punishment I deserve.”
“What kind of punishment?” Hela said, impressively patient.
“Spank me,” Sif said. “Please, bend me over and spank me until you’re satisfied. I should have submitted to you the first time I saw you, not fought, I realise how much better it would have been.”
Sexual pleading didn’t come easily to her; it seemed enough for Hela though. She stood up, leaving her throne and garbing herself in her normal attire as she did. Her head though was now bare, hair rather than crown adorning it.
After just a few steps, a black construct forced its way out of the ground. It was smooth, little more than a stool, though unlike her throne this one was free of arms.
When Hela sat on it, it was clear what she wanted. Sif neared, and at Hela’s permission lay herself over her lap.
Like a child, rather than the warrior she was. Sif suddenly found it hard to breathe.
Hela rested a hand on Sif’s exposed ass, pressing and almost weighing the cheeks in her hand. It was nothing but teasing, torment, dragging out the anticipation of what was going to happen.
Sif’s double-vision suddenly faded, Hela apparently rescinding the abilities and limits she’d previously granted.
“What do you want me to do, again?” Hela said.
Two hundred and sixty. Sif remembered that number. It seemed like a lot, though physically she’d withstood far worse.
Mentally, on the other hand... That was a long time over her lap, with her ass in the air, punished by the most humiliating means.
And there was no question she’d be red afterwards. And given Hela’s slaves weren’t permitted to cover themselves, how obvious would it be? How many people would know that she, one of the greatest Asgardian warriors, had been spanked?
“Spank my ass,” Sif said, trying to suppress her heavier breathing. “Punish me, hurt me until I’ve learned my lesson. I deserve this spanking, I deserve anything you do to me. I-”
A humiliating gasp escaped Sif’s lips at the first smack. It had caught her by surprise.
The next dozen came down quickly. Sif squirmed, Hela’s hands rapidly alternating cheeks to begin with.
Each crack was more shameful than the last, each making her shift just slightly. Hela didn’t slow, never letting the sting from one fade before the next time her hand came down on the same spot.
Sif tried not to cry out, but couldn’t stop a yelp escaping her lip. Then she bit her lip, more fiercely than before, suddenly too aware of what was building inside her.
She’d been close, so close, for days. Now Hela was spanking her, making her body shift with each strike, making her rub against her Queen’s knees-
When the friction proved to much, Sif couldn’t hold back a moan.
Hela spanked her throughout it, reaching fifty four as Sif cried out, still unable to stop herself squirming. It was only then Hela took a brief break.
“Did you cum from being spanked?” Hela said.
“…Yes,” Sif said, voice low.
“Louder,” Hela said.
“I came when you spanked me,” Sif said, more clearly. “I loved being punished by you so much I couldn’t stop myself cumming. Please- Please can you keep spanking me?”
Hela smiled.
The next smack came down over both cheeks, the skin there less tender, but Hela’s fingertips reached out just far enough to touch the already-reddened other areas.
Sif lost count not long after sixty, knowing there were at least two hundred to go. She couldn’t focus on anything but the stinging, the mortification of being laid over Hela’s lap.
She couldn’t hide the yelps any more. Hela smirked.
“Do you want to touch yourself?” Hela said, looking over to Jane. “You can. Show Lady Sif how much you enjoy seeing her punishment.”
Jane was in front of Sif, in perfect view. She had a good view of Sif’s face, contorted in a guilty mix of pleasure and pain; and Sif had a good view as Jane shame-facedly slipped one hand between her legs.
She was enjoying this.
Then again, so was Sif. Sif moaned, feeling the aching need inside her return, and still yelping as Hela smacked reddened, stinging skin.
All her blows came down quickly on the same spot, intensifying each sensation. It hurt, yet the humiliation, the sight of Jane, made her body react to pain in an entirely new way.
They must have been around a hundred when Hela stopped again.
Sif wished she wouldn’t; the last brief break had made her ass all the more tender. Now there didn’t seem to be any spot that didn’t sting.
“Come here, Jane,” Hela said. “Would you like a chance?”
“…Really?” Jane said.
“Consider it a reward for serving me so loyally,” Hela said. “Sif, would you like to be spanked by a human?”
Physically, it might not hurt so much. Then again her ass was already sensitive, already red, even a human’s strength would hurt a bit. And the physical pain wasn’t the most intense part of the spanking anyway.
Sif gasped, wriggling still.
“Please,” Sif said. She closed her eyes. “Jane. Please spank me. I offer my ass to you for your punishment.”
Jane’s eyes went wide and, almost tripping over herself as she got up, she hurried to the far side of Sif.
For a few moments Sif regretted not being able to see her any more. Then-
Jane’s hand came down. A human, pitifully weak compared to an Asgardian, yet it still elicited a whimper. Spanked, dominated, by someone so much weaker…
“What do you say?” Hela said. Her hands were now pinning Sif in place.
“Thank you,” Sif said. “Thank you for spanking me Jane, thank you for showing me how much I need to submit.”
A smack from Hela caught her by surprise. The added force made her cry out.
It continued like that, leaving Sif alternately gasping and whimpering, squirming on Hela’s lap. A flurry of spanks from Hela made her ass sting, and then more from Jane to make her realise how far she’d fallen.
She knew she was leaving a wet patch on Hela’s lap, need staining her garb, yet she didn’t care. She couldn’t feel ashamed when she at last felt this.
Sif had seen Valkyrie be spanked countless times; she’d always put up a token resistance to Hela. Never much, never all she could, but it had earned her a lot.
Part of Sif knew Hela would want to do the same to her. It had made those sights all the more intoxicating.
Then Hela slowed again, shifting Jane’s hand away. She rested her hand with uncharacteristic gentleness on reddened skin. Even that slight touch made Sif gasp.
Maybe the stoicism of a warrior was overrated.
“How many has it been, my Queen?” Sif said.
She swore to herself that she wouldn’t cry. It hurt, but she wasn’t a child. She could take this. Still, her voice shook.
“One hundred and fifty four,” Hela said. A slap; Sif cried out. “Fifty five.”
Still a little over a hundred to go. Sif felt a twinge, half-arousal and half-fear.
“I’ll give you a choice,” Hela said. “Would you rather Jane continue to join in your spanking? I’m sure you’ll find it much easier to be punished by a human. Or should she instead be in front of you again, so you may watch her pleasure herself to your punishment?”
She should ask for Jane to spank more. Her ass was burning, her cunt aching, and there were still so many to go.
But…
“I want to see Jane,” Sif said. “I want to see my spanking make her cum, and I want you to punish me as much as I deserve.”
Hela spanked her once more, making Sif whimper, but it wasn’t as hard as her previous blows. It seemed almost to be a compliment.
“You heard, Jane,” Hela said. “Show us both how much you enjoy watching me spank someone, and teach Sif that she’s nothing but my toy.”
“Y-yes,” Jane said, quickly.
The moment she was on the floor again, she started rubbing herself. Sif’s breathing quickened at the sight.
“Should I continue?” Hela said.
Sif whimpered. Hela kept making her beg; perhaps the most humiliating part was how eager she was.
“Please, please yes,” Sif said, pride forgotten. “Spank me more, make my ass even more red, punish me as much as you see fit. I should have been yours so much sooner. Please, more, please.”
She shouted as Hela began again.
And she took it. Now, all she could do was wonder at how it had taken her so long to reach this point, why she hadn’t offered her holes to Hela weeks ago.
In a way, she deserved this spanking. She’d taken long enough.
Sif bucked, writhing on Hela’s lap. Each smack made her ass push down, made her cunt rub against Hela’s leg, and in the brief split-second breaks she lifted her ass to offer it for another.
Hela’s pattern was almost random now. She switched between sides, slapped both, focused on one cheek, giving Sif no chance to prepare.
Already Jane was moaning, two fingers curled inside herself, the noises she made mixing with the yelps Sif gave, and the crack of skin on skin. Jane was flushed, almost as red as Sif’s ass, her fingers moving quickly.
Sif still squirmed, barely able to catch a breath. She couldn’t focus enough to keep count.
She felt the aching burning spread over her ass, feeling a solid, stinging block of skin that Hela’s spanking continued to rain down on. And despite the pain, all she could think of was how wet she was getting, again.
When Hela paused, a gasp escaped Sif’s lip.
“There will be fifty more,” Hela said. “Now, I want you to count them.”
Sif nodded, desperate, shifting to give Hela a better target. Hela smiled.
That time, Hela used both her hands, both palms coming down on opposite sides at the same instead. Sif shouted, but continued to offer herself and obey.
“One,” she eagerly awaited the next. “Two. Three. Ah! Four…”
Jane couldn’t tear her eyes away. She moaned, watched as Sif counted between yells, watched as the once-fierce Asgardian warrior passively lay there taking and enjoying her spanking.
Jane’s fingers curled, her thumb pressing against her clit. It was strange how much better she seemed to have gotten at this, since paying attention to serving Hela.
It had turned knowing how masturbation worked into a duty more than idle stress-relief; from Hela she’d worked out exactly what to touch, and when, and how to gauge how hard. Hers wasn’t the same as the Goddess’s, but she could apply the same lessons.
She’d put in a conscious effort to get better, and it showed.
Her back arched, and she still did her utmost to position herself looking into Sif’s eyes, watching her face, and even looking past to her astonishingly red ass.
“Thirty- ah! Thirty one. Ah! Ohh, thirty two. Ahh, ow!” Sif whimpered, inhaling deeply. “Thirty- thirty three.”
This would never be old, Hela reflected. Yes, she enjoyed her spoils, had fun with each in different ways, and corrupting the innocence of a human could be just as appealing, but breaking a warrior like this was just purely entertaining.
Sif seemed to have submitted more profoundly than even Valkyrie. Once a fighter, once in control, now begging to be taken over her knee, being punished like a child and getting so wet Hela could feel it.
Willingly giving up all that control because she knew how much better it would be to serve Hela. Hela took some pride in how well she could make her toys cum.
The pace of the final few spankings were slower. She wasn’t unreasonable, and she wanted to drag this out. She wanted Sif to wonder if her spanking would ever end, and she wanted to take the time to make the final few blows much harder.
Still, making an Asgardian warrior’s ass this red was a memory Hela would savour, and more than likely repeat.
“Forty- ahh, forty three! Owww, ah, ah, forty four. Ah! Ow, ow, forty- forty five.”
Sif was still panting, still wriggling. She was close again, far to close to cumming with no more stimulation than a spanking and friction against Hela’s lap.
Once it would have been unbearable to be so pleasured; now all she could think of was need.
She whimpered between each spank, crying out as the hands struck her, barely able to catch her breath. Her ass stung; she’d had wounds less painful, yet she couldn’t help but want the rest.
Just a few left.
“Oww! For- forty eight.”
She groaned, shifting position to offer her ass for the next.
“Ahhhh! Ow, mm, ow, forty nine.”
“You’ve done well,” Hela said, softly. “Now, what do you say?”
“Oww! F- fif- fifty,” Sif said, gasping. “Th-thank you for spanking me. I’m sorry I didn’t give up sooner, I’m sorry I didn’t let you use me for the past four weeks, I should have been your slave sooner. Thank you for giving me the punishment I deserved.”
Hela smiled. She rested one hand on the heated skin of Sif’s ass, enjoying the sudden indrawn breath from the once-warrior.
“Now, on the floor,” Hela said. “You know what comes next.”
Right, the final part of her ‘initiation.’ Sif obeyed, quickly stumbling from Hela’s lap. She knelt, but took a few seconds to lie down, facing up. Her ass touched the cool gold, sensitive stiff.
Hela stood up, her manufactured chair vanishing back into the ground behind her. She moved closer, standing over Sif, then crouching, then kneeling. She rested one hand on Sif’s thigh.
“Now?” Hela said.
“F-fist me,” Sif said.
She hated how her voice shook. She should have been better than this; her ass made it hard for her to breathe evenly though. Ignoring her pride she swallowed, and continued.
“I want your entire fist inside me,” Sif said, “Stretching me open, making me yours completely.”
“Has anyone else done this to you?” Hela said.
“No, Queen,” Sif said. “You’ll be the first, you’ll claim me. I want to take your hand and be filled up and know how much I belong to you.”
Hela smiled, leant closer, and crouched just a little bit lower.
She began with just her index finger, sliding it inside Sif, curling her lips as she felt the heat. Another moan escaped Sif’s lips, and Jane cried out, still watching and rubbing herself.
“So wet,” Hela said.
“It’s because I loved you spanking me,” Sif said. “I love submitting to you, being yours, being punished at your whim.”
Hela’s middle finger joined her index. They slid in, curled, and were quickly joined by her ring finger. Hela moved them back and forth, agonisingly slowly, both preparing Sif’s entrance and making her all the wetter.
Sif moaned. After the spanking, Hela had to know how close she was. Sif tried to hold off, tried to distract herself.
She wanted to last, she only wanted to cum when all five fingers were inside her.
Hela’s little finger slipped inside, beginning to stretch the limits of Sif’s cunt. Sif moaned again, gasping as her posture adjusted and more of her ass pressed against the ground.
The alignment of those four fingers shifted, going from being bunched up to reaching a line. Sif groaned, desperate.
“Are you ready?” Hela said.
“Please!” Sif shouted. Her voice cracked with need.
Hela smiled, withdrew those four fingers almost completely, and when they slid forwards again her thumb was with them. She got as far as her outer knuckles.
“Fist me, please,” Sif cried out. “I can take it, I want to take it, I want you to fill me and own me and use me, I want you to know I can take anything you want me to. I want your fist inside me. Please fist me, Queen, fist me and make me cum with your hand inside mee!”
Her voice raised to a yell as Hela pushed forwards again, that time reaching the knuckles at the base of her fingers. A little more force and they were inside, her hand balling back into a fist.
She only had to adjust her wrist, Sif’s cunt clenching around it, for Sif to scream. She squeezed around Hela as she came, unable to imagine ever being so full and unable to imagine how it would feel to not have Hela inside her.
Hela looked down at her, the Queen who’d conquered Asgard taking in the sight of yet another person becoming hers.
Sif shook, panting, as she lay back on the floor. She groaned when Hela eventually pulled her hand out, but kept her legs apart to ensure she was still on display.
Idly Hela offered her hand to Jane. Sif could just about focus enough to see the human lap up all the wetness from her cunt.
And with her other hand Hela reached down, forming a collar around Sif’s neck. The feel of it was almost as profound as Hela’s fist, sending a new jolt of delight through her.
Finally. She was one of them.
“My Queen,” Sif said, breathless. She whimpered, still watching Jane suck on Hela’s fingers and lap up the juices from the back of her hand. “May- may I ask for another opportunity to service you?”
Hela raised her eyebrows. Sif wouldn’t quite call the expression surprised, but it certainly intrigued her.
“Go one,” Hela said.
“Please will you fuck my ass?” Sif said. “I watched you use so many others that way, and I saw how they screamed, and I have long wanted to know what they felt. I want to show that I’m yours in all my holes, and I’ve seen you enjoy doing that. I want to give my asshole to you.”
Hela smiled. She reached down, then with no warning roughly flipped Sif over; Sif whimpered at the suddenly lack of pressure against her still-red ass, but immediately got onto her hands and knees to give Hela better access.
“It seems you’ve learned your place,” Hela said.
She withdrew her hand from Jane, recreating her construct-cock as she positioned herself behind Sif.
“Please,” Sif said. “Use my ass, use me the same way you used the rest, let me know what it’s like to be your whore. Fuck my asshole, hard, harder, make me your slave, please!”
She yelped as Hela spanked her again, and then gasped as Hela pressed the head of the toy to her ass.
Hela would admit to being a little surprised, but it was nothing if not gratifying that Sif had surrendered herself so completely, so quickly.
“Please, fill me, put in in me, fuck my ass!”
Hela thrust forward in one swift motion. She knew Sif could take it, and that ecstatic, pained shout was worth it.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Sif gasped, a far cry from the proud warrior she’d once been.
Hela kept moving. She slammed against Sif’s ass, each time her hips hit that stinging skin eliciting a yelp even without the toy filling Sif.
There was no way Sif was an anal virgin, but the hole was still tight. It must have been a while since anyone else had a turn in there.
“How do you feel?” Hela said, “Letting your Queen use your ass?”
“So good,” Sif said. “I’m sorry I took so long. Please, fuck me.”
“More?”
“More, please, more!”
Hela smiled, and quickened her pace. Her toy all but left Sif’s ass, then re-entered up to the hilt, second after second. Sif moaned, arching back-
And then, far too soon, Hela stopped, her toy buried inside Sif.
“This is fun,” Hela said. “And I will certainly be using this hole in future, but what if I wanted you to do something else right now?”
“Anything,” Sif said.
Despite that, she moaned with disappointment and emptiness as Hela moved back. She didn’t react when Hela moved around in front of her, kneeling again with her toy close to Sif’s face.
Immediately, Sif guessed what she wanted.
“Please can I suck your cock, my Queen?” Sif said. “Please can I lick it, taste my own asshole, clean it off to please you?”
“In a moment,” Hela said. “I want you to beg for something else first.”
It was then Sif’s gaze drifted sideways, seeing Hela bestow a toy upon Jane. At that, Sif’s eyes did widen.
There was a sudden look of excitement on Jane’s face; Sif inhaled, desperate.
“Whore my ass out,” the pleading fell from Sif’s lips all at once. “Let a human fuck my asshole, choose who gets to use me, make me nothing but a toy for yours and others’ pleasure, take complete control of me. Please, turn me into your whore, your anal whore, please!”
Jane stared, a wide array of surprised emotions flickering over her face. Delight, excitement, plus a heady mix of shock.
Maybe she’d thought about doing this over the last day, maybe she hadn’t; maybe she’d even idly considered it long before. What was clear was how much she wanted it now.
Sif felt the head of the toy be pressed again at the head of her slightly gaping asshole. Jane didn’t have the same confidence as Hela, the same assuredness, but it was intense in a different way.
Yet again Sif pleaded to be debased, to be dominated even by one so much weaker than she was.
Hela coaxed her head to look up, meeting Sif’s eyes in the moment Jane thrust forward. Sif moaned.
“Thank you!” Sif shouted. “Thank you for fucking me, thank you for using me Jane, thank you for filling my ass, ah! Thank you for making me an anal whore.”
Jane groaned, hips slapping against Sif’s ass. Each time they made contact it made Sif whimper, her ass still stinging. Jane’s hand gripped Sif’s sides, bringing her back with each thrust, burying every inch of the toy inside her.
And in front of Sif, Hela moved, guiding the angle of Sif’s head until her lips were just a breath from Hela’s own toy.
“Please will you fuck my face?” Sif said, moaning as she did. “Please let me clean your cock, please let me taste my ass.”
“Open your mouth,” Hela said.
Sif obeyed; Hela gripped her hair, and thrust forwards in one motion.
Sif closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of being used at both ends. Her tongue circled Hela’s toy, cleaning with all the focus she could spare as Jane’s movements eliciting noises from her each second.
“You will never need to fight again,” Hela said softly. “You will serve and obey, practising the use of all three of your holes for my pleasure, and for the pleasure of my toys. You will lay down your sword, and accept your new role as a mere whore.”
Sif gave a muffled moan. Hela’s words went against every fibre of her being, every vow she’d ever sworn, but the ache they caused in her was undeniable.
Yes she cried, the word muffled by the toy in her mouth. She gagged for a brief second. Yes!
It was a poor warrior that relished the taste of her own ass, Sif knew that. Still she sucked, and licked, and felt herself get fucked.
“I will use you,” Hela said, “However and whenever I see fit. I will certainly fuck your ass again, and I’ll have you display it so that I may watch it recover. Perhaps I will take you out to the streets and have you beg for the honour of licking my cunt. What was your word, Jane?”
“Fucktoy,” Jane gasped.
Sif didn’t need to see her face to know she was flushed, sweating from the exertion. She could hear both Jane’s panting, and whimpers of delight as her toy rubbed against her.
“Yes,” Hela said. She rested a hand on the back of Sif’s head, pulling her down so the toy was completely in her mouth. “You will be my fucktoy. No more and no less, for every day of the thousands of years you have to live. You would never be able to count the time I’d use you, and you would beg for me every single time. Just like a good little fucktoy.”
Sif came again, a muffled scream escaping her at the Midgardian insult, and the toys in her ass and throat at the same time.
It was only a few seconds after that, that Jane came as well, her grip on Sif’s red ass tightening as Sif arched up into her.
Hela smiled, holding Sif where she was as both of her toys trembled and moaned, before eventually pulling back. It really was a delight to look down and see the proud Sif’s face so dishevelled, and to see her gasping for breath.
Her hair was a mess, her face was red, and her eyes pleaded for more, even now.
With a last look, Hela stood up, happy to leave Sif where she was. It would do her good to learn further humility.
With a wave of her hand Hela dismissed both her toy and Jane’s, and returned both her garb and crown.
Four slaves. It was a good start.
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