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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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Updates may start to slow down, now, I tend to write in phases. The next chapter ought to be up in a few days, and I know what I want the chapter after that to be but whether or not I'll write it yet we'll see. But anyway, back to the story. Things happen, people have sex, the usual.
They stood by the Bifrost, the green-flame Heimdall ready to activate it at the Goddess’s command. Hela had donned her crown, standing proud, every inch the Goddess of Death.
She’d only spoke to ensure everyone knew their roles; they were to do nothing. They were to stand as a sign of Hela’s conquest as she made her first appearance.
Hela was more wary of Earth than of the other realms she’d visited. It had heroes; that spoke to two things. One, the inhabitants had a tendency to fight. Two, some inhabitants had a degree of power.
She wasn’t worried. Little had proven close to a threat to her since her return; on her last attempt to escape her banishment she’d fought an army of trained Asgardian warriors, and thanks to her time in Asgard she’d become immeasurably more powerful since that.
Humans were no threat.
They were just an irritation. As ever, the true challenge of the battle was to break the spirit of her foes.
Beyond the more physical services they’d provided her, Jane and Darcy had been useful for that too. They knew Earth, they’d identified seats of power.
Hela had been careful in that discussion, not making it feel like a strategy meeting. She hadn’t pushed them so far yet that they’d plot against their own people. Instead, it had been a casual discussion, idle curiosity about their world.
Certainly, they knew what she’d do with that information, but they also knew that whether or not they provided it would make no difference.
“Heimdall,” she said, exerting a small force of will to encourage the shade, “Now.”
There was a whirl of light-
They were in front of a building. It was rather grand, Hela supposed, by Midgardian standards. It paled in comparison to even an Asgardian hovel, but nonetheless. The pale structure was meant to be some seat of power.
Hela raised her arms…
And she stopped, pausing for some seconds. The streak of light from the sky, the burned sigil in the ground, that would get some attention. She wanted that, she wanted eyes and cameras on her.
Valkyrie, Sif, Jane and Darcy were kneeling. They were still exposed, still clad only in matching collars.
Sif was known to some of this world, Hela had learned. Her presence particularly would do much for her reputation, to display the skilled warrior in such a submissive fashion.
The rest were there for their own benefit. Valkyrie still acted out, while for Jane and Darcy this was a homecoming. They’d gotten used to exhibitionism in Asgard, but it was quite another experience to be so exposed in one’s home.
There was no question that some would recognise them from the footage cause. They knew that, Hela could see it in their faces; a slight flush, a quickened breath, a mix of uncertainty and arousal.
She’d reward them when they returned to Asgard.
There was a sudden flurry of activity. Hela turned, to see panicked humans some holding up devices she assumed were meant to record. Perfect.
She lowered her arms, and spires of black rose. There were four, each as thick as a house at its base, three ruining the vast grounds of the pale building while the fourth came up in the centre and splintered wood and stone.
People screamed, the sound only slightly audible over the shrieking of architecture.
“I am Hela,” she said, voice carrying. “Goddess of Death, Queen of Asgard. This realm has long belonged to us and it is time you remembered that. I will return in twenty four hours to the-” she paused imperceptibly, what had Jane called it? “United Nations General Assembly building. Gather all your leaders to swear loyalty to me. I hope I won’t have to tell you the fate of those that flee or refuse.”
She cast her eyes skywards.
“Heimdall!”
There was a flash of light, and Earth was left behind.
It was all about appearances. She knew from Jane that Earth had heroes, those ‘Avengers,’ and so in announcing her presence she would give them time to mobilise. Any arguments would be settled or put aside, all potential heroes of the world would hurry to that one location.
They’d have to defend the world. None of them sounded like an especial threat. She might even get a prize out of it.
But first…
“Jane, Darcy,” Hela said. “Come with me. I will reward you.”
No matter what nerves they had about their return to their home, they followed her so eagerly.
It was all a matter of balance. It took time for one’s loyalty to one’s home to diminish, so Hela had been sure to change things. She impressed upon her spoils how they enjoyed serving her, and how nothing would alter the pleasure they got, and it quickly became easy for them to justify to themselves loyalty to Earth’s would-be conqueror.
It wasn’t a coup, it was a favour. If they enjoyed servitude, why would the world not?
Jane’s walk was still uneven when they returned to the Bifrost. Hela had taken her time the day before, using Jane’s ass until the scientist’s expression was blank and blissed-out. And just minutes ago she’d refreshed the gape.
If this was her grand arrival on Earth, she had to make sure it appeared suitably impressive.
With her spoils around her, Hela walked into the Bifrost-
And landed on the same scorched Earth. Jane, Darcy, Valkyrie and Sif knelt behind her, all visible but also out of the way.
The UN building stood in front of her. She didn’t particularly care about it, though it was a necessary means to an end; the Bifrost wasn’t subtle. They could expect company soon.
Sure enough, seconds later and a figure streaked into view, garbed in red armour and flying on the spot. He was quickly joined by others, some flying, some running.
Hela raised her eyebrows. She waited, turning her head, awaiting any other arrivals.
Well. This was disappointing.
“Hey. This world’s not looking to get conquered,” Tony Stark said. “Hate to disappoint, but you know how it is. Why don’t you pop back to Asgard? Judging by how you got here, I’m guessing that’s where you’re from. We’ve met a couple of others. Thor, nice guy, you might’ve heard of him. Side note, I doubt he’d be thrilled by this whole Queen of Asgard moniker you’ve got going.”
“He wasn’t,” Hela sad. “We fought. It was easy to be rid of him, I expected more of a challenge from his favoured world than this… rabble.”
“Oh really?” Tony said.
There was only an instant of hesitation in his tone. The suit concealed his expression, but Steve Rogers had no such guise. He glanced up at Tony at the mention of Thor, wary.
“Are you the best this world has?” Hela said. She idly waved her hand, gesturing at each in turn. “Man in a suit, man in a suit, man in a suit, man in a suit, woman with gadgets, woman with nothing, man with wings, man with a bow and arrow, man with a shield, man with an arm-”
Tony, Rhodey, T’Challa, Spiderman, Natasha Romanov, Wanda, Sam, Hawkeye, Steve Rogers, Bucky… Ant-man crouched, shrunken out of sight. Her gaze lingered when she saw Vision.
“You might have potential,” she said. “The rest of you don’t impress.”
The gathered Avengers stayed put. Hela sighed, and turned her back to them, facing her spoils.
“Go to the street,” she said. “In the unlikely event this spreads that far, exercise your own judgement. Valkyrie, Sif, I leave the humans’ safety to you. I expect my property to remain unharmed.”
She turned back as they hurried away. Steve seemed glad to have potential collateral out of the picture; Natasha watched them depart, wary. Peter, meanwhile, seemed distracted by the sight.
Now all of the attention was on her. Hela scanned the team, gauging potential threats.
It was the woman in the red jacket she was wary of. Everyone else wore their weapons proudly, and in doing so solidified themselves as irrelevant. She could see what they could do, and could see it couldn’t hurt her. Wanda, though, was a mystery.
Well, her and the android. She hadn’t expected to encounter an Infinity Stone, here of all places. How much of a challenge this would be might come down to how much understanding he had of it.
She still didn’t anticipate much.
If worst came to worse she could shout for Heimdall, and then return with weapons from the vault of Asgard. She didn’t expect to need to waste any of those trinkets though.
“Before we begin, does anyone want to swear their loyalty to me?” Hela said. There was a stony silence; she exhaled. “Fine.”
She threw the first spear straight through Tony’s red suit of armour. It swayed, wobbled back- Then righted itself, white eyes still glowing.
“Nice try,” Tony said.
The remotely piloted suit dove straight for her. It splintered around another black blade; Hela paid no attention to it, turning her attention to the rest of the heroes.
Clint fired an arrow. She swatted it aside, not entire sure he was serious. Rhpdey shot a beam of energy from his suit; Hela ignored it. Compared to her brother’s lightning, it was nothing.
She countered with two blades, thrown at the two priority targets. Vision became transparent for a moment as the blade flew through and phased past him, while Wanda hastily raised her hands, surrounding the blade in a crimson aura.
The blade turned, redirected back.
Hela raised her eyebrows. Interesting.
Still, it was trivial to parry. It was more trivial to shoot back at Rhodey, throwing a trio of blades at where he was flying, too quickly for him to decelerate. His movements were sluggish, unpolished; Hela recognised the signs of war injuries. It was too soon for him to be in battle.
She threw another flurry of spears, not particularly caring where they found their mark. It was one of the things that made it easier to fight groups; it was exceptionally hard to miss.
A streak of white light; Hela stepped back. Ok, that one hurt. She turned her gaze, unsurprised to see Vision poised to fire again, the stone in his forehead shining.
It was the first time Hela had moved since the battle begun. She leapt, summoning a spire from the ground as Vision flew; she kicked off the black, propelling herself upwards and forward.
She outsped him. That was a good sign; he hadn’t mastered that stone.
Sam soared closer, wings beating to direct him at her. He shot something; she swatted it and him away. He hit the ground an instant later, wings shattering.
Hela lunged, and phased through Vision. She righted herself atop another summoned spire, evaded a beam of light, and leapt again-
She went through him, but that time threw a blade behind her once she had. It struck an instant after Vision became tangible, and Hela kicked off another spire.
That time she hit him, tackling him down from the sky.
It was easier to fight at altitude. Very few of the Avengers could reach her in the air, and what weapons they had meant little to her. On the ground, though, she might need to be faster.
She and Vision left a crater. She worked quickly, jabbing her hand down into his head, gripping the Stone. This was the problem.
Hela pulled back; Wanda cried out. The light in Vision’s eyes flickered out.
And then a whirling shield of adamantium struck the back of her head. She groaned, straightened, and turned, throwing another hail of spears.
Hela paused to do a quick recount of the field. The archer had been struck by one of her spears before and lay back on the ground. Others had been grazed but not injured too severely. This latest flurry hit Steve, now without his shield-
Bucky was suddenly on her, picking up his friend’s shield. He brought it down; she caught it, shoved back and sent him crashing through a wall.
And then there was a distant whirring. Hela turned her attention, momentarily surprised to see multiple suits, not unlike the first she’d swatted away, coming at her.
Something pricked at her neck. It distracted her for a moment, letting one of the suits fire off a shot. It was a larger suit, lumbering over the ground rather than flying, and fittingly the shot was much more intense.
Hela grunted, swatting at whatever was prickling her neck. Scott Lang’s body was thrown away, unnoticed.
And then there was chaos. Suits whirled around her, trivial to smash and throw away, but there was always another. It was more irritating than threatening.
“You will never take my country,” a voice said as a man in black leapt at her.
She slapped him away as easily as a suit. It amused her, really. She’d fought an army of Asgardians without straining when she was much weaker, these humans thought they stood a chance?
One slap could kill them, if she wanted it to.
Even so, she mostly held back. Heroes were both a strength and a weakness for a world; if she could beat a world’s heroes, everyone else would fall in line. If she just slaughtered them all, they’d become martyrs and control would be harder.
Even not killing, though, a blow would put each out of commission. There wouldn’t be that many left.
Hela kicked off the ground, rapidly crossing more distance. It took a second for the suits to reorient.
Before they got to her, she’d summoned a storm of black swords. She threw, formed more, and threw again, watching them rain and tear and shred.
She glimpsed a body in one of the suits. The others all fell, empty.
Wanda neared, behind Hela, a hand raised-
Hela turned and grabbed her wrist. “I don’t know what you can do, but you will not be doing it to me. Understood?”
Wanda moved her other hand; struck her rib-cage with her palm. It was a gentler blow than she’d given most of the other Avengers, enough to knock her down but not enough to do any serious harm.
She recognised a potential prize when she saw one.
Hela turned back. Only two still stood; the redhead in the black catsuit, and a boy in red and blue.
“Must we continue this?” Hela said, bored.
Spiderman moved, reaching out with one hand; Natasha extended an arm, silently telling him to stop.
She’d always been practical. She wasn’t going to let a kid kill himself, and given how the rest of the battle had gone that seemed the most likely outcome.
“May I assume your leaders are not in that building, and are instead in the most secure location you could find?” Hela said.
“Most of them,” Natasha said, guardedly.
She glanced to T’Challa.
“I should punish your world for that,” Hela said. “And I assume your armies are surrounding the area?”
“Keeping civilians away, and keeping you in,” Natasha said.
“Do you think that would work?” Hela said. her lips curled.
“You… aren’t like Thor,” Natasha said.
“I’d hope not,” Hela said.
Her gaze lingered on Natasha, considering. Natasha noticed her expression. Slowly, the Black Widow neared, cautiously taking each step to get close enough to talk to Hela without shouting.
“We should talk,” Natasha said. “Fighting doesn’t look as though it’s going to achieve anything.”
“Indeed?”
“An hour?” Natasha said. “In the UN, if you want. I expect it’ll be empty. It will take time to gather world leaders. We might be able to come to an arrangement. You can take- those people. Your…”
“Spoils of war,” Hela said.
“…Them,” Natasha said. “Take them back to Asgard, or wherever you’re based. Somewhere safer, out of the way. And we can talk.”
“If this is a trap, I won’t be so merciful.”
“It’s not,” Natasha said.
Hela smiled.
“One hour,” she said.
She looked up.
“Heimdall. We’re done here.”
It took a little more effort to control her resurrected puppet across realms, but it was easily doable. A moment later and she was surrounded by rainbow light.
She could order him to pick up her spoilers once she was back. Then she could entertain herself with them until the time came…
“No,” Tony said, and groaned as he moved.
“Do you have a better idea?” Natasha said.
Somehow, no one had died. They couldn’t say for sure if they were exceptionally lucky, or their foe was even more disturbingly adept.
Not all of them were in the one ward of the Avengers’ building. Though Steve and Bucky had been given temporary amnesty, they wouldn’t share a room with Tony. It seemed rather mutual.
“Sorry Mr Stark,” Peter Parker said, “But I’m with her. I support any plan that doesn’t lead to you looking like a mummy and her wiping the floor with us again.”
Tony glowered from beneath his bandages, but exhaled.
“A frontal assault’s not the answer,” Natasha said.
“So you want to go at her alone?” Tony said.
“I can get close,” Natasha said. “Without her trying to kill me. We’ve lost the battle, not the war. She has humans with her Tony, women she trusts enough to take to Asgard and apparently walk free.”
“Women that walk around in nothing but collars,” Tony said. “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate her style, but it’s not exactly…”
“It’s what I do, Tony,” Natasha said. “I can go undercover. If she has a weakness, I can find it. If she doesn’t, I can kill her in her sleep.”
“And what will you have to do before you get that far?” Tony said.
“A rear assault,” Natasha said, smiling dryly. “Nothing new. Like I said, this is what I do.”
There was a moment of silence. It was broken rather abruptly by Peter.
“Wait, are you two talking about-”
“We’ll tell you when you’re older,” Tony said.
Natasha waited. She wasn’t nervous, despite everything. She rarely got nervous any more. Especially with a mission like this; it harkened back to her days before SHIELD, one of those areas she was exceptionally well practised in.
She stayed in her catsuit, but she’d tidied herself up. No dust, no sign of exertion from the earlier fight, a schooled expression, and a little more skin shown above the zip.
Subtle. Nothing overt. Just enough to hint.
A flash of light, and Hela walked in the doors. She still wore that thorny crown, that armour, her expression confident.
“You wished to speak?” Hela said.
“Is there anything we can do to make you leave the Earth?”
“No,” Hela said. “Midgard is mine. Nothing will change that.”
“Then… is there anything that would make life easier?” Natasha said. “Anything I could arrange?”
“What are you offering?” Hela said.
Natasha paused. It was a question of subtlety; gauge what the target wanted, how much directness they’d favour… That, and how much she could get away with.
Hela seemed to have appreciated the swiftness with which she’d moved on from asking her to spare Earth. Perhaps directness was wiser. A warrior culture like Asgard seemed to be, maybe that was to be expected.
“Those people that followed you,” Natasha said. “You called them spoilers of war. What, exactly, does that mean?”
“They are mine,” Hela said. “To display and use however I see fit, for my entertainment and enjoyment. Jane uses the term fucktoy. Rather crude, but it may be more familiar to a Midgardian.”
“I… see,” Natasha said. “If… I offered myself, for Earth to keep some degree of freedom, would you accept?”
Hela didn’t seem surprised. She regarded Natasha, somewhat distant.
“It would depend,” Hela said. “Show me what you’re offering.”
Maybe that was to be expected. Hesitating only slightly, Natasha reached for the zip of her jumpsuit, tugging down. Then swiftly, far more business-like than sexy, she stepped out of it and draped it over the back of a chair.
Hela moved. Natasha shifted, suddenly aware of how close the wall was behind her.
“And the rest,” Hela said. “This may be the last time you’re permitted clothing. Remember that.”
She was clad in just a black bra and panties. Natasha wasn’t self-conscious, even given the setting, though it was a little disconcerting to be so blatantly sized up. Normally by the time her targets reached this point, she knew for certain what they’d do.
Natasha reached back, unclasped, slowly letting her bra fall away. Hela cocked her head; and, lastly, Natasha bent down, pulling down then stepping out of her panties.
She lingered for a moment, bent over. She could feel Hela stare.
“Well?” Natasha said.
“One of this world’s champions, so quick to give herself,” Hela said. She smiled. “I have something of a tradition, with each new prize.”
“What is it?” Natasha said, hands to her sides.
“An act,” Hela said. “Each does something for me they have done for no other. Jane gave me her ass, Darcy cleaned the tasted of her ass from my toy, my Valkyrie had two people in her ass at once, Sif took my fist. There would have to be something for you.”
Hela spoke slowly, relishing each word, still sizing Natasha up; Natasha didn’t react, not particularly. She was well aware of the heat between her legs; she enjoyed her job, after all.
Hela knew what she was doing, Natasha would admit. Stoke arousal, tell stories, hint, tease, gauge limits… If those were what she’d done to the others, this promised to be an… interesting assignment.
“I’m sure you can think of something,” Natasha said.
Hela took a step closer; Natasha took a step back. It was an instinctive reaction, almost primal.
The wall was against her back, against her skin. It wasn’t fear, but there was something in her making it harder to breathe, making it hard to look away from the Goddess.
Objectivity should have been easy. She was practised, and she’d just seen Hela hurt all of her team-mates. Instead the words, that look in Hela’s eyes, the setting, the unspoken promise… It made that spot between her legs ache with need.
“Indeed?” Hela said. “And I suppose you would enjoy that? Pushing further and further, until we discover new ground for ever you. Perhaps stretching you out. Perhaps whoring you out. Perhaps simple duration, taking my pleasure from you over the course of days.”
Natasha paused. Inhale, exhale. She could keep control.
“That… might work,” Natasha said.
Hela smiled. She moved nearer, reached out; she rested a hand on Natasha’s inner thigh, an area far from normally decent.
“No,” Hela said.
At that, Natasha did falter. Still, Hela’s hand didn’t move.
“What?” Natasha said.
“I do not accept,” Hela said.
“Why?”
“You’re a spy,” Hela said. “Don’t deny it, that would be tiresome for both of us. I have seen your type before, whores intending to get close and abuse the situation. Normally I would not mind, you might be broken like anyone.”
Hela paused. Her tone was lower, her position never changed, and she smiled at Natasha as she felt wetness reach her hand.
“I have my tradition for a reason,” Hela said. “It binds people to me. When someone does something for me they would do for no other, I have something of value. You do not value anything you could give; it is but a means to an end for you. It is a rare trait, and my compliments to your trainers, but it means I cannot accept.”
Hela’s hand still lingered. If anything it edged slightly higher, promising a bit more pressure.
“But… there is one way,” Hela said.
“I want Earth to be safe,” Natasha said.
“You want to find a way to kill me. Don’t be tiresome, we both know,” Hela said. “I want one thing from you that you do care about. With that, I will accept and take you to Asgard, spy that you are.”
“What?” Natasha said.
“One of your friends,” Hela said. “An innocent, to become a prize like you. To be despoiled at your request. Will you do that for me?”
Natasha faltered. Hela smiled.
“This time tomorrow,” Hela said. “In this place. Two hours before I will expect to see the world leaders. If you and a woman of your choosing are here, and are obedient, that will influence the deal I strike. Think on it.”
She left the Black Widow behind. Natasha still hesitated.
Before SHIELD, it would have been an easy choice. Get the mission done no matter what, pay any cost, pin a friend down if need be. That wasn’t her any more though, no matter how much she’d slipped into her old ways for this.
She’d ask. That was it. That was probably more than she should do, it was a hell of a thing to ask, but with the world at stake…
Natasha closed her eyes. Then she opened them, glancing around. She was alone, damn it, Hela had… distracted her.
Before reaching for her clothes, Natasha instead slid one hand between her legs.
Natasha relayed Hela’s terms, then sat in silence as she waited.
As she expected, there was more discussion on how unreasonable it was, than on whether or not they should ask anyone. Pepper, Sharon Carter…
Maybe they’d be willing, maybe they wouldn’t. But it didn’t enter into the discussion.
This, at least, had merited a full team discussion. T’Challa had left, returning to Wakanda as quickly as possible before he had to serve as representative of the nation, but beyond that rivalries had been put aside.
Steve sat opposite Tony. Somehow they’d ended up on the same side.
“What are the stakes?” Tony said.
“We know we can’t fight her,” Natasha said. “Not head-on. We might be able to find a weapon that can hurt her, Fury’s working on it, but unless it kills her at once she can use the Bifrost to escape and come back with an army of Asgardians. Or she could command from a distance; we are outgunned, and most likely outmanned.”
“Well we’re not giving anyone to her,” Steve said. “That’s for sure. So, plans? We know where she’ll be and when.”
“And we can’t do anything about it,” Tony said. “I miss the green guy. He had a way with Asgardians.”
“Let her,” Natasha said.
“You’re kidding,” Steve said, flatly.
“Think about it,” Natasha said. “Civilian cost. If we turn it into a fight, people will die. If we accept her terms, people will live, and we’ll still be here.”
“Live to fight another day,” Tony said. “Has its appeal.”
“Resistance?” Steve said. “I remember doing that. Yeah. We could make that work, right Bucky?”
He nodded silently.
“Bide our time until there’s something we can do,” Tony said. “Then Avengers avenge. It’s a plan. Any idea what she’s likely to ask for? You’ve spoken with her more than any of us.”
“No,” Natasha said. “Loyalty, I assume. And that it’d be easier to bear if I brought…”
“Not happening,” Steve said. “We can’t ask someone to-”
“I’ll do it.”
Wanda suddenly interrupted.
All eyes turned to her. There was a moment of silence, hesitation, before the response. Natasha was quiet.
“Wanda, you don’t have to-” Steve said.
“Someone has to,” Wanda said. “Don’t say they shouldn’t. It’s our best chance, if it means she gives the world more freedom.”
Natasha nodded silently, for Wanda’s sake more than anyone’s. She could see the nerves.
And despite herself she felt a thrill in her core that it was actually going to happen. Fuck, how had Hela gotten her so worked up?
Hela waited. The building was empty, the ground outside increasingly scorched after repeated journeys from the Bifrost.
Now she’d see what would happen.
She wasn’t particularly surprised when she heard movement. Two women entered the building, the redhead from before leading a slightly more self-conscious brunette.
“You’re here,” Hela said. “Good. Your names?”
Natasha paused. She seemed to expect more.
“Natasha,” she said. “Does it matter?”
“I’ll need to specify which of you I am commanding,” Hela said. “And the other? She can speak for herself?”
“Wanda,” Wanda said. She made herself meet Hela’s eyes, her nerves seemingly vanishing. “You wanted someone else.”
“I did,” Hela said. She regarded Wanda. “You don’t seem like a spy. You may be suitable. Has Natasha explained what I expect?”
“Yes,” Wanda said.
“You’ll do something for me that you’ve done for no one else,” Hela said. “That… seems like it would be easy for you.”
Hela continued to peer, piercing gaze making Wanda stiffen. She found she couldn’t move, even as Hela took a step closer.
Natasha had warned her that Hela could be… overpowering. Maybe it was the effect of centuries of experience. Still, feeling it was different to being told.
She had no sympathy for the Goddess, but that was independent of the growing heat in her.
“Natasha,” Hela said. “Take off her clothes.”
Natasha paused for an instant, taking a step back, but looking at Wanda, uncertain.
“Do it,” Wanda said, soft.
Natasha neared. Hela didn’t blink, watching, waiting; she’d wait before she responded to that.
First it was Wanda’s red jacket. Natasha moved behind her, and Wanda lifted her arms, helping slip it off. And then it was her top; from this close it resembled a corset more than anything. Natasha unclasped something at the back, and lifted that away too.
Natasha paused. It was hard to tell whether she was taking in the sight of her ally, or considering what to take off next.
She opted for Wanda’s leggings, it seemed. At least that way she’d be comparatively decent, for longer. Natasha crouched, touched Wanda’s waistband to give her a moment of warning, then pulled them down.
Wanda stepped out of them. Unsurprisingly her underwear was a striking red; she was self-conscious, but she did her best to not show it, to not cover.
“Stop,” Hela said. “That will be enough, for now.”
Natasha obeyed, looking at her, uncertain.
“First,” Hela said. “You are here because you asked to join my spoils. As with them, if I tell you to do something, you will obey me immediately. You will not wait for her opinion, you will only listen for mine. Wanda, do you understand?”
“…Yes,” Wanda said.
“Good,” Hela said. “Natasha. Do not be so surprised, you are here, I never said I would not make use of you too. Strip and come closer.”
Hela didn’t even look as Natasha slipped out of her catsuit. Natasha was far quicker at adjusting than Wanda, her posture the same even when she’d removed her underwear as when she was fully clothed.
She offered a smile to Wanda. Then she turned, and walked closer to Hela. As she’d been stripping, Hela had moved to a chair and pulled it closer. She’d sat.
“Lie over my lap,” Hela said. “You hesitated in following my orders; I can forgive that for someone new. But then you listened to another over me, and that deserves punishment. Watch closely, Wanda.”
That time Natasha didn’t falter, though she also didn’t meet Wanda’s eyes. This was nothing new to her, but even so she wasn’t generally watched by allies that respected her.
And then she was on her front, a humiliating submissive posture over Hela’s lap, her ass in the air. With no fanfare, no groping, Hela immediately began to spank her.
The crack of skin against skin echoed out, Hela’s hand coming down several times a second. She made no other effort to hold Natasha in place, enjoying more the spy’s willingness to lay there and take it.
“You may be a champion of this world,” Hela said. “You may be respected. But if you do something that deserves it, you will be punished.”
Wanda couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her- well, her superior in some respects, the woman who’d trained her, helped teach her, exposed and punished so simply.
No matter what she felt about Hela, the sight was… not unpleasant. Every knew Black Widow was attractive, she wasn’t immune to that. If anything the opposite, given they’d spent some time together.
This still wasn’t anything Wanda expected to see. And, as such, was something she couldn’t make herself look away from.
Natasha, biting her lip, her ass slowly turning a vivid red beneath Hela’s hand.
Just as suddenly as it began, Hela stopped. She pushed, giving just enough time for Natasha to get to her feet as she left Hela’s lap. It was all shockingly undignified.
“There,” Hela said. “Now, Wanda, we come to you.”
Natasha was a little unsteady on her feet. There was even some colour in her cheeks, despite how shameless she usually was. She couldn’t deny the whole experience had affected her.
Meanwhile it was with some trepidation that Wanda approached. Hela stood, in front of her, taking in the witch’s bra-and-panties clad body.
“Take off your bra,” Hela ordered.
Thinking of Natasha’s punishment, and not quite sure how her body was responding to it, Wanda obeyed quickly. Her hand fumbled with the clasp slightly, before she pulled her arms out from the straps. She dropped her bra.
Wanda flushed as Hela’s piercing gaze dropped lower, taking in her tits. There was something speculative in Hela’s gaze, something that made Wanda fidget.
Hela stepped back. “Acceptable. Natasha, you can remove the rest.”
Natasha approached. She paused, barely, but knew to not ask Wanda’s permission. She gave an encouraging nod, though, as she obeyed, dropped to her knees as she pulled Wanda’s panties down.
She tried not to look at her fellow Avenger’s cunt, but couldn’t suppress a quick glimpse.
Then Hela was close again, a hand trailing down over Wanda’s chest. Her touch brought forth goosebumps, her fingertips skimming the lips between her legs. There was no penetration, nothing close to it, but Hela seemed pleased with the reaction.
“Inexperienced,” Hela noted. Then, slowly, she tilted her head and smiled. She looked to the Black Widow; “Did you bring me a virgin, Natasha?”
Natasha’s eyes widened slightly. Uncertain, she looked at Wanda.
“There… was never time,” Wanda said haltingly.
“And no one?” Hela said.
“Before the Avengers… no,” Wanda said. “After, there was… one. He was… something.”
“You never gave him even this?” Hela said. Her lips curled.
“There wasn’t time,” Wanda said. Her voice turned from faltering to steely, she met the goddess’s eyes. “You killed him.”
“I?” Hela said. She paused. “Ah. The android. After a fashion I suppose it is fitting I claim you in his place.”
Wanda said nothing. Hela smiled at that.
Hela’s fingertips lingered at Wanda’s pussy, just outside. Wanda twitched at the slightest pressure.
“You’re wet already,” Hela said.
“I-” Wanda began, flustered.
“Was that for me?” Hela said. “Or was it for her?”
Wanda couldn’t help but glance at Natasha, take in her nude mentor. Her ass still shone a bright red.
“Are you afraid?” Hela said.
Wanda shivered, bringing her gave back to Hela. She still didn’t speak.
“Silence?” Hela said. “Then yes, you’re scared. You don’t have to be, Wanda. I’ve had countless spoils over the years, some from worlds far more repressed than this. I take it as a point of pride that I keep my prizes, not with chains, but because they want to stay. Nothing will happen here that you will not beg for.”
“I won’t want you,” Wanda said.
“Are you certain?” Hela said.
“Yes.”
“Then, an offer,” Hela said. “I considered many paths, but the most interesting would be this. Virgins are a rare treat; so my offer is this. You will give me that, you will allow me the use of your cunt for, shall we say ten minutes?”
“Why would I do that?” Wanda said.
“To see,” Hela said. “If you do not come, I will give you what you want. If you are able to refrain then I will leave this world behind, I will even return my human spoils to you, and Midgard can have its independence. But when you do cum, you will do so with the knowledge that you want me more than you want your world’s freedom, and then we can begin.”
Hela drew her fingers back. Wanda instinctively shifted, body suddenly missing the pressure.
“You will leave?” Wanda said.
“If you last,” Hela said. “I swear by the throne of Asgard. And I promise you that you will cum, you will scream in ecstasy for me and only me, you will beg for me to fuck you again and again and to make you no more than my personal whore. Do you want that?”
Wanda’s breath caught in her throat. She inhaled quickly.
“I want you off of Earth,” Wanda said.
“Then you know what to ask for,” Hela said.
Hela stepped back, her eyes never leaving the witch. It was a long few seconds before Wanda spoke; she never let her eyes leave the Goddess.
In a way, it was an easy decision. She’d come here expecting to be made to do things like that, after all. She’d thought it a necessary sacrifice; if she could get Hela to leave then it was all the more worth it.
She didn’t believe Hela’s proclamations of success. Hela had killed Vision, plucked the stone that formed his mind from him. That settled it.
Part of her was tempted to reach out when Hela was close, affect her mind like she’d once affected Thor’s. She didn’t know what she’d do then, though; it would only temporarily incapacitate her and there was nothing to do in the mean time. And that was if Hela didn’t react in time and stop her.
“Fuck me,” Wanda said. Her accent became slightly more pronounced as trepidation took hold, though her words sounded just as firm.
Hela smiled.
“Natasha, lie on your back,” Hela said. “Wanda, there now, you have a more comfortable place to lie. Face up.”
A little uncertainly, Wanda looked behind her. Natasha had already decided to obey, lying down on the floor in the open space they were in.
Wanda neared, then crouched, then gently lay herself atop the body of her mentor. Her head was a small distance below Natasha’s chin, the Widow’s sizable chest warm and pressed against her back.
Not sure what the point was, Wanda looked up as Hela approached. The Goddess moved a hand to her own crotch, and then suddenly dark material formed from nothing. A cock. Of course. A toy for her to use.
Hela parted Wanda’s and Natasha’s legs together, kneeling between them, still looking down. The cock jutted out, so very close.
“Hold her arms, Natasha,” Hela said.
It was a moment before a somewhat reluctant Natasha obeyed. She whispered something to Wanda, no doubt meant to be supportive; Wanda looked up.
There was only a faint glimmer of worry in her eyes. Hela ran her hands up Wanda’s legs, continuing the motions of keeping them spread, but they lingered on her inner thighs, massaging.
The body was easy to manipulate. She wasn’t a barbarian; she took no pleasure from using the unwilling. It was far more enjoyable to make someone worship her.
“Now, what did you want me to do?” Hela said.
“Fuck me,” Wanda said. “Get it over with.”
“More,” Hela said.
“I-” Wanda began. She hesitated, unused to such things. “I want you to fuck me. Take my virgin pussy, see if you can make me cum. Get it over with.”
“When you’ve asked well enough,” Hela said.
She leaned a little closer, head of her toy just brushing the outside of Wanda’s entrance.
Make her anticipate it. Make her think about it; then make the reality better than any of her imaginings.
Wanda was quite a sight. Embarrassment had made her cheeks flushed, but there was no shortage of fire in her eyes. Her youthful body was exposed, her firm tits presented to the air and her tight cunt offered up. Natasha’s arms wound over hers, and Hela’s hands were on her hips, ensuring her squirming wouldn’t be too out of control.
“Why do you hate me?” Hela said.
“You want my world,” Wanda said. “You- killed the man I loved.”
“And you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to get it over with.”
“You want your first time to be with me,” Hela said. “Say it.”
Wanda bit her lip. There was something undeniably perverse about the words, yet thinking them, even as she said them, didn’t have the effect on her mood that she’d thought.
“I want the woman that killed the man I loved to take my virginity,” Wanda said. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to use my virgin pussy until you’re done. Just fuck me already!”
Hela smiled. She adjusted her position only slightly and-
“Oh fuck!”
The curse poured delightfully from Wanda’s lips as Hela slowly inched forwards, the head of the toy slowly parting the lips of Wanda’s cunt.
She positioned herself over Wanda, making sure Wanda had to see her. And, so slowly, she continued moving, descending, burying more of the toy into her new prize.
Wanda’s eyes fluttered shut as the last of the toy fit inside her, an unexpected pleasure sparking inside her. She quickly bit her lip after her first curse, tried to stay quiet, but couldn’t stop an involuntary arch, pushing up against the toy.
It hurt, a little. Not as much as she’d feared. Apparently Hela’s teasing had prepared her, as much as she hated to admit it. Wanda couldn’t recall being this wet.
“Mine,” Hela said, low. “No matter what happens, you’ll never forget how you gave yourself to me, and how good it makes you feel to serve me.”
And then she began to move. Wanda’s core opened up for her, accommodating the sizable toy with ease that surprised the witch, even when she was entirely filled.
Hela didn’t move all that much, ensuring most of the toy stayed inside her, helping Wanda get used to the penetration.
Wanda couldn’t have imagined feeling so full, even when Hela was as far out as she got. When she pushed in again, when their skin touched, she wanted to shout.
This wasn’t how she’d imagined her first time.
It felt like her body was being touched all over; Natasha was beneath her, warm, soft skin impossible to ignore. Her mentor’s tits, her arms holding her as Hela used her, the heat of her breath…
Natasha was breathing faster, now.
And her mentor was there while she got fucked, was holding her while she got fucked. It should have made her feel embarrassed.
A choked moan escaped Wanda’s lips, even as she tried to bite her lip.
Hela smiled, still so close over her; on a downwards thrust her body pressed against Wanda, the feel of her garb making Wanda feel all the more naked.
“Isn’t she your friend?” Hela said, looking past her to Natasha. “Be supportive. Tell her how well she’s doing.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Do it,” Hela said, more sharply.
Wanda couldn’t see Natasha’s reaction. She did hear her voice though, after a moment; she spoke low, slightly breathless.
Was this having that much of an effect on even the Black Widow?
“You’re taking it so well,” Natasha murmured. “You look so pretty when she fucks you, you’re so good at this Wanda. You’re getting fucked so well.”
Oh that wasn’t fair. The hitch in Natasha’s voice, hearing her mentor say dirty things to her sent a thrill she couldn’t deny.
Another thrust, and Wanda moaned again, noises spilling out.
“You make such good sounds when you get fucked,” Natasha continued. “I like how you moan, your screams, you can do this Wanda.”
A shiver ran through Wanda, bucking upwards into Hela.
“What do you want, Wanda?” Hela said.
“I- ah! I want you gone,” Wanda said, gritting her teeth to stop another moan.
“Your body seems to disagree,” Hela said. “We have much time yet before you fail the challenge, but already I think you know what it is you need.”
“I- oh fuck!”
Hela shifted angle, moving back a little further now Wanda’s cunt was used to her. There was a much louder slapping sound as her hips met the witch’s.
“How much do you want to cum?” Hela said. “Enough to surrender your world?”
“No.”
“Do you really believe that?” Hela said. She didn’t have to change speed or angle for Wanda to moan again. “Let’s ask Natasha. Tell the truth: would you like to see your friend cum, would you like to feel her body tremble and hear her scream, have her give that up to me too?”
There was a soft gasp by Wanda’s ear.
Oh god, Natasha was turned on by this situation too. It was all wrong, deviant, but Wanda couldn’t deny the effect it was having either.
She’d turned on the Black Widow. She hadn’t exactly fantasized about Natasha before but, well, everyone that knew her had a few thoughts. This wasn’t in any of them but still, she was hearing Natasha breathless, hearing her urge to be fucked…
It was having far too much of an effect.
“Y-yes,” Natasha said, almost ashamed.
Fuck. Wanda shook, her arms held in place but her hands reaching out, trying to grab the empty air.
“So tell me the truth, Wanda,” Hela said. “How much do you want it? The more you impress me, the better I will make it for you.”
Hela leant close. Her body was cool, making Wanda’s nipples rise up in hard peaks, her face in the centre of Wanda’s vision. The woman who’d killed- she couldn’t look at her with bliss rising inside her.
Normally, Hela might have made Wanda beg. That was something of a hobby of hers, when she played games like this. Challenge someone not to cum, then make them beg to lose, make them want her so much they’d plead to give up whatever they’d gambled.
There wasn’t so much time, though.
“It’s ok, Wanda,” Natasha said, soft. “It doesn’t matter.”
Natasha didn’t know if she believed that. Nothing felt quite real, though, not with the Avenger she’d helped train fucked atop her.
She convinced herself she could ignore Hela’s challenge. Why would Hela be honest, why would she give up so much? But honestly, after Hela’s last question, she couldn’t think of anything except the way Wanda would squirm and cry out when she came. The thought made her ache with need.
“I want to cum!” Wanda said, half-shouting as she moaned. “I want you to make me your bitch, to take me away and keep fucking me until I can’t think of how much I hate you without almost cumming, just- ah! Take the Earth, I don’t care, just- oh fuck! Make me cum!”
She screamed, much louder, as Hela moved again. It wasn’t quite it, not quite the threshold, but she was getting achingly close.
Somehow Hela’s voice stayed level, only the tiniest bit of heavier breathing giving away any arousal. It was quite a contrast to the screaming Wanda, only a breathless Natasha’s grip keeping her from flailing.
“You heard what she wants Natasha,” Hela said. “She doesn’t sound like a virgin any more, does she? You know exactly what she sounds like, so it’s your decision. Tell her what she is, and I’ll make her cum.”
That time, Natasha didn’t hesitate, as caught up in the moment as Wanda had been.
“You’re a whore, Wanda,” Natasha said. “You need to be fucked so much, and you love it when you’re used, it doesn’t matter who it is. You’re taking it so well, you’ve got to be a whore.”
And Wanda came, her mentor’s words in her ear and Hela’s features above her spurring her on. She squirmed, almost pulling out of Natasha’s grip, her cunt squeezing around Hela’s toy.
She slumped back, panting, the reminder of Natasha’s body beneath her giving ensuring her arousal didn’t dissipate.
At some point she’d closed her eyes. She didn’t want to open them, didn’t want to see Hela’s victorious expression over her. Instead she lay there, the Goddess’s strap-on still filling her as she shook and rode out the last of the ecstasy.
She didn’t know how long it was, but eventually she did open her eyes. She did see Hela, her expression almost proud.
“How does my whore feel?” Hela said.
The words sent a jolt right to Wanda’s pussy, to her shame.
“Off,” Hela said. Suddenly she pulled back, strap-on retreating and leaving Wanda feeling achingly empty. There was a nudge at her side, and Wanda fell off of Natasha.
She still lay on the floor. Her legs were still shaking; she didn’t feel sure she could eve sit up. Hela didn’t seem to mind.
“I’m sorry,” Natasha said, quietly, from Wanda’s side. “I… lost control then. I wasn’t thinking of…”
“It’s ok,” Wanda said. She offered a smile. “It… We’re meant to do as she says, right? I don’t blame you.”
Natasha paused. She seemed to want to say more, but instead just nodded.
Above them, Hela moved until she was over Natasha.
“Up,” Hela said, to Natasha. “I remember your hesitation in obeying me. Don’t think I would forget. There are consequences; part of your punishment should, I think, be to show her how you really feel.”
“What?” Natasha said, wary.
“Kneel over her face,” Hela said. She looked down to Wanda. “I want you to taste her. Consider it a reward for how well you offered your virginity to me. You will taste your mentor, and you will taste how wet she became, holding you down while you were used, and calling you a whore. See how much she has enjoyed seeing your submission.”
Natasha’s eyes widened, just slightly. Wanda wasn’t used to her reacting like that; Natasha normally appeared so stoic.
“Now,” Hela said, sharply.
Wanda’s limbs still shook too much to move, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to. She saw Natasha walk over her, looked directly up at her chest to begin with, before Natasha crouched and gave her a close view of her cunt.
She told herself that Hela would have asked her to lick, so there was no point in delaying; she didn’t want to wait.
Nerves made her start further out. It wasn’t like there wasn’t plenty to lap up; it amazed her how wet Natasha had gotten.
All this was for her being fucked. Wanda wasn’t sure how that made her feel; sure, this was meant to be a sacrifice, giving herself up for the Earth’s benefit, but she couldn’t deny she’d enjoyed it more than she’d expected or wanted to.
Could she blame Natasha for doing the same?
Then again, this was a… lot. Wow. Despite her thoughts Wanda didn’t slow her tongue, licking away, circling closer and closer to Natasha’s cunt.
“Say thank you,” Hela said, looking down.
Wanda’s voice was muffled; it seemed to amuse the Goddess.
Then there was a sudden, loud crack. Natasha jerked forward over Wanda’s face; a cry of shock escaped her lips.
“I didn’t say stop,” Hela said to Wanda, before turning her attention back to Natasha. “I hope you didn’t think I wouldn’t punish you.”
Another spank. The fact Natasha’s ass was already reddened didn’t slow Hela.
And Wanda couldn’t help but notice that, if anything, Natasha seemed to be getting wetter. Did Hela intend to show her that? It seemed it.
Wanda didn’t particularly know how to lick pussy, but she could pick up quickly enough what made Natasha gasp. And if she was down here, shouldn’t she been doing that as well as just tasting?
Though it was hard to focus on that. Natasha did taste incredible.
The occasional cry as she was spanked did make it harder to interpret Natasha’s noises, but only slightly. Her tongue curled, and she felt a thrill that she was eliciting such sounds from the Black Widow.
Each spank made Natasha momentarily press harder against Wanda’s lips, filled Wanda’s mouth with her juices, and made Wanda all the more eager to continue.
Hela was proud of how she administered spankings. It was about more than pain; physical pain was otherwise so crude. It was about the humiliation, and showing them how they enjoyed it, and how they would enjoy serving her.
By how flushed Natasha had become, and how her mouth never quite closed, she seemed to have managed that.
Natasha’s whimpers grew louder, more desperate. Hela waited, patiently, delivering just two more slaps as she did. The moment before it seemed like Natasha was going to be pushed over the edge, Hela tugged on her hair sharply to pull her back.
“Stop!” she ordered Wanda.
With breathless reluctance, Wanda obeyed. She stared up, uncertain of what to do, all the more self-conscious she couldn’t distract herself from the intimate view she had of her mentor.
Hela, meanwhile, held Natasha steady, watching her breathing struggle to even out.
“What do you say?” Hela said.
It took a moment for Natasha to respond. This time, at least, it wasn’t because of hesitation. She still struggled to regain her breath, aching with denial.
“I’m sorry,” Natasha said.
“Why?”
“I should- I should obey you immediately,” Natasha said. “I should follow your instructions when you give them, not hesitated. I deserve whatever punishment you give me.”
Hela suspected this was still an act. A spy would be proficient at saying what she wanted to hear, after all, but that didn’t matter. Natasha might not think she believed it, but that could be dealt with.
“I promise to be obedient in future,” Natasha said.
“Good,” Hela said. “We will test that. But for now, if you are contrite, I should reward you. You brought me an innocent as I requested, and one with real promise. I have something of value to give to you,” she turned her head. “Wanda. Turn over.”
Mystified, Wanda nonetheless obeyed. She shifted, rolling until she was on her front, now looking away from the Goddess.
At some point, trepidation had been replaced by anticipation. That enjoyment scared her more than she’d expected.
“Do you know what I want from you, Wanda?” Hela said.
“N-no.”
“You have another hole,” Hela said. “All of you belongs to me, I will be using that one also. Do you understand?”
Wanda faltered. Fuck. She’d gone from being a virgin less than an hour ago to doing anal.
“…yes,” Wanda said.
“I would have taken your anal virginity myself,” Hela said. “If it were necessary, but I took it from your cunt instead. That is a far rarer prize, and I have already used many assholes, so I will give the first use of yours as a reward.”
Wait, what? Wanda bit her lip, not sure what to think, and not sure she wanted to turn around.
Natasha, meanwhile, felt her eyes widen. She tried to school her expression, to not let Hela know she was getting to her, but couldn’t quite.
Hela extended a hand, manifesting another, smaller cock for Natasha. Before she gave it, she met Natasha’s eyes.
“I suggest you savour this,” Hela said. “It will be your last experience of fucking another for the rest of your life. You are my prize because you brought me her, not because I chose you, so you are beneath all of them. You will submit when any of my spoils ask, and you will be submissive each time. You will only ever be fucked.”
“…I understand,” Natasha said, slowly.
It was… something. Natasha had always considered herself versatile, ready to do whatever a mission required. But it was true she preferred to be dominant where her personal life was concerned.
Losing that, only being a sub, was…
“Do you want to do this?” Hela said. “Would you like me to give you this cock, and let you fuck Wanda’s virgin ass?”
Hela wanted her to say it. Of course. Natasha kept her expression schooled, tried to forget Wanda was listening.
“Yes,” Natasha said.
“Do you expect that to be enough?” Hela said. “She had given herself to me. She is my whore, and I am giving you the chance to use her. I expect some gratitude. If you want it, beg. This will be your last chance to experience it.”
Slowly, Hela smiled.
“Or if you wish not to, stay silent. You do not have to fuck her, and you can content yourself with being fucked. It is your decision.”
Natasha was still panting. Even with that, she didn’t hesitated long, not with Wanda in front of her; the superpowered woman she’d been teach, nude with her ass facing up, waiting for anything-
“I want to,” Natasha said, pushing the guilt for her words down. “Please let me fuck your whore’s asshole, let me use her virgin hole, open her up, please can I fuck her tight little ass until I cum? I want to know what she’d sound like when she’s getting her ass fucked, I want to take her last virginity, with your permission.”
“Is this the first time you’ve thought about it?” Hela said.
Fuck.
“No,” Natasha said, knowing Hela would demand honesty.
“So you’ve thought about using her holes, and now you are,” Hela said. “You wanted to fuck her so much you did what I said. You’re learning. Wait for permission.”
She handed the strap-on to her, before moving until she was in front of Wanda’s face. Hela’s own faux-cock still stood proudly, still glistening with Wanda’s girlcum.
Wanda was biting her lip and trying not to whimper. She felt Natasha grab her hips, pulling her up for ease, and resting her toy between her cheeks. No penetration, not yet, but Wanda could suddenly feel what was going to go inside her.
Wow. If anything, the fact Hela wasn’t the one to do it made it feel more degrading. She wasn’t assuaging the Goddess that had threatened the world, she was just… giving it up. To a friend, no less.
That should have made it easier. It still felt humiliating, perhaps more now someone she knew would have the opportunity to use that hole.
Wanda had spent enough time in peoples’ minds to guess what Hela was doing. There were two reactions to this; bitterness at her mentor and by extension the Avengers and Earth, or associating this degrading sex with friendship and pleasantry.
The really twisted part was that she didn’t think she’d need any incentive to enjoy this, as much as she hated to admit it.
It had been good, so far. New, but intense, intoxicating…
Hela’s hands rested on her cheeks, angling her head to look up. Hela seemed to enjoy being sure she was being looked at.
“As I told you, nothing will happen that you do not beg for,” Hela said. “You gave me your virginity for a simple offer, and if you want this you will have to ask. You do not get to pretend you do not want this. Ask, or nothing will happen.”
Fuck, she had to say it?
Then again, Natasha had just admitted to a lot of things. Wanda wasn’t sure what she felt about that, the idea that during her training with the Black Widow Natasha’s mind had been on more depraved things, that her mentor had always wanted this…
No, she knew how she felt. She knew that aching emptiness between her legs that still wanted to be filled again, that was still desperate for more.
“Please can she fuck my ass?” Wanda said, the words all coming out hurriedly. “Give my anal cherry away as a reward, whore out my asshole, make me nothing but a slut that you use for favours, turn me into your obedient fuckslut and give my asshole to anyone you want, let me have my ass fucked, please, fuck, please!”
She lapsed into another language for a few moments, doing little more than cursing, ignoring any shame she felt.
Hela smiled, and looked past her, and Wanda felt her mentor’s grip on her hips tighten.
Fuck, it was happening. How the hell had she gotten to this point?
The head of the toy was against her asshole. It felt too thick, too big to fit; despite how she’d begged she looked up at Hela, not sure if she wanted the Goddess to change her mind or to urge her on.
“Wanda,” Natasha said, voice low.
She pushed forwards, so very slowly.
Right, it was Natasha doing this. Natasha seeing her from behind, Natasha holding her hips in place, Natasha watching her asshole spread for her cock- Wanda didn’t think she could get any redder.
Wanda squirmed; Hela continued to hold her head, resting it almost on her lap, making sure Wanda never looked away from her.
“Fuck!” Wanda moaned. There couldn’t still be more, could there?
Natasha was moving so slowly though, preparing her, taking her time.
“It’s halfway,” Natasha said, resting a comforting hand on Wanda’s back. “Relax. You can take this.”
Only half? Wanda closed her eyes, feeling it continue to move.
It felt like an hour before she felt Natasha’s hips meet her ass, the toy buried right to the hilt; Wanda had thought she’d felt full before, but now…
Wanda gasped just slightly, then again at the effect that tiny movement had on the toy that was filling her.
“Do you want her to fuck you?” Hela said, looking down. “Or just stay there?”
“More,” Wanda gasped.
“You heard,” Hela said, looking over her back.
Wanda didn’t trust herself to speak.
She’d been aching to be filled again, and though this wasn’t the hole she’d expected it was more than enough. If she opened her mouth, a low moan escaped.
Fuck, two virginities gone and she still needed it, needed more.
Natasha’s hand stayed on her back, helped Wanda stay put, and she began to move.
“Oh fuck!” Wanda shouted, devolving into murmured cursing gain after a moment.
Natasha was still moving slowly, so slowly Wanda ached to ask for more again. But this was humiliating enough, her ass given away as a reward, she couldn’t show how much she needed it-
She couldn’t breathe. And then Natasha pushed forwards again, that journey much easier than the first time. It still felt so big.
“You’re doing so well Wanda, you’re taking it so well,” Natasha said.
Maybe she was trying to be supportive; Wanda doubted she knew the effect she was having. Fuck, if she came from this…
“You make a good whore,” Hela said, still meeting Wanda’s eyes. “You begged for this, to be fucked again and again, to be used as no more than a toy, and you’re enjoying it aren’t you? Even with so little training. In fact, let me show you how much you enjoyed it.”
Hela shifted the angle of Wanda’s head, and moved herself, lining her own strap-on up. Instinctively Wanda opened her mouth, knowing what to do.
Hela slid the toy inside with little difficulty, Wanda’s cum still coating it from earlier. Wanda moaned around it, Natasha still moving.
Had she really been so wet?
She sucked obediently, trying to forget who it was wearing that toy. It wasn’t long before she sped up, eagerly tasting herself, head bobbing and remembering just how good it had felt when that was in her cunt-
And there was still that toy in her ass, still moving so slowly it only made her need more.
She knew Natasha was just trying to make it easier for her, but it wasn’t. She was an Avenger, she could take it.
Wanda moved back, Hela’s toy leaving her mouth for just a second in a fit of desperation.
“Harder!” she gasped, before going back down. She swallowed almost all of it in her next gulp.
She ignored the proud caress as Hela guided her head to a different angle, tried to forget Natasha’s momentary, surprised stillness.
Then she moaned far more openly as Natasha picked up the pace.
“You need more, don’t you?” Hela said, amused.
Wanda didn’t look up. Her cheeks burned; she tried to focus on the last vestiges of her cunt on the toy, on how much she could fit down her throat.
Hela had killed Vision. She tried to remind herself of that, replay it in her head, she shouldn’t like it when Hela was proud of her.
“I can give you more,” Hela said. “When you are my prize, this will not be a rarity for you. With another toy’s help, I would fill both your cunt and your ass at once. Would my needy whore enjoy that?”
Fuck, that shouldn’t be such an appealing idea. She shouldn’t be thinking about anything as kinky as that. Her sexual experience had been basically non-existent not long ago, and now this murderous Goddess was making her imagine-
“One of my toys has taken two at once in her ass,” Hela said. “How does that sound, Wanda? Two cocks inside that one tight hole, stretching you open, making it gape for hours after. Perhaps I’ll make you display it, have you bend over so anyone that comes past will know what a whore you are. Would you like that?”
Why did Hela have to keep saying those things? Wanda gave a muffled moan, feeling the heat the imaginings Hela had sparked caused.
And Natasha was still going, fast enough that Wanda whimpered with each thrust. Wanda’s hands pressed against the floor, gasps muffled by the toy in her mouth.
Hela pushed her back, a hand on each of her shoulders. Well, the toy was clean, apparently she wasn’t expected to suck it any more. Instead Hela held her head, gave her nothing to muffle herself with.
“Oh fuck!”
She wasn’t the only one making sounds. She could hear Natasha, too, and it sent a thrill through her. Her mentor, moaning, breathing heavily, audibly enjoying herself.
“Does it hurt?” Hela said.
“A- a little,” Wanda gasped.
How couldn’t it? It was a bigger cock than she ever thought she’d take, it was in her ass, and it wasn’t slow.
“Do you like it?” Hela said. “Be honest.”
“I-” Wanda began, then threw her head back in a moan at another thrust. She flushed as she saw Hela’s smirk; apparently she didn’t need to answer now.
“She does,” Hela said. “I can see her, Wanda. She wants to cum, fucking your ass. Do you want her to?”
Another sound from Natasha.
“Let her,” Wanda said, breathless. “I want her to cum.”
“From using your ass?”
“Yes!” Wanda said, voice momentarily becoming a shout. “Fuck. Yes, I want her to fuck my ass, I want her to cum using me, let her, please!”
She didn’t know where that came from, but no matter what else she might have felt, almost everything had been wiped away by an all-consuming need.
She couldn’t think of anything except how good it felt to be fucked, how amazed she was to have taken all this, how much she wanted to know how Natasha would sound.
She didn’t have to wait long.
“Cum then, Natasha,” Hela said. “Your reward. Use my whore’s ass and cum.”
Natasha’s grip tightened; her pace didn’t alter, but it somehow felt harder, somehow made Wanda shake even more with each thrust.
“Please, Nat, please, ah-fuck! Please!” Wanda shouted, incoherent, pushing back as best she could.
Wanda didn’t know if she was going to cum from this; she didn’t know if she could, anal wasn’t what came to mind when she thought of pleasure, but there was a thrill she couldn’t deny.
She heard Natasha moan, heard her almost grunt, before making a much longer, higher sound. She’d cum, Wanda could tell, her pace slowing over the course of a whole minute.
Natasha stayed kneeling upright, resting more of her weight on Wanda, panting more heavily. She murmured something incoherent, her toy still inside Wanda.
Meanwhile, Wanda was almost as breathless. Her cunt demanded attention, so much that she almost reached down to touch it; there wasn’t much point in being self-conscious now.
Still, instinctively she knew Hela might not be happy about that. She’d try to wait, try to ignore the desperation all this had invoked.
“I think we should swap,” Hela said. The breath-filled silence had dragged on too long. “How does that make you feel, Wanda? How much do you want me to fuck your asshole now?”
More. Oh god, more, she’d have been scared not long ago. Now her holes cried out for attention, even if it was anal. Even if it was Hela.
“Please,” Wanda whimpered.
“Shall I make you cum from this too?” Hela said. “You’ll know you’re a whore then, won’t you, when you cum with my cock in your ass?”
Wanda gave an indistinct moan. Could she do that? Fuck.
“Anything,” Wanda said.
Hela smiled.
Her attention shifted back to Natasha, the panting spy flushed and leaning forwards over Wanda’s back. She straightened quickly as Hela looked at her.
“Move,” Hela said.
Each of them began to move, exchanging places. Natasha went where Hela gestured, to kneel in front of Wanda, as Hela moved behind her to the hole Natasha had so recently filled.
“I hope you sucked this well,” Hela said, as she positioned her larger toy at Wanda’s entrance. She leaned closer, down, her mouth near to Wanda’s ear for a few seconds to whisper. “Tell me, how should I use you? Do you want to be fucked gently, or roughly? Your choice.”
Wanda whimpered. She had to say it?
Of course she did, Hela seemed to derive as much pleasure from humiliating her as fucking her. Wanda closed her eyes, already imagining how it would feel.
She could lie, if she wanted to save face. Plead with Hela to be gentle, act like it was what she wanted; but she ached with desire, need, more than anything she wanted-
“Rough!” Wanda cried. “As hard as you can, please, fuck me, if I’m your whore then treat me like it, please fuck my ass hard. Harder than Natasha, as hard as I can take it.”
The toy pressed against her entrance, still just a suggestion.
“You want to be my whore?” Hela said. “Act it. There’s a cock that’s just been in your ass right in front of you; do you know what a good whore would do with that? If you want to be fucked hard, show me you’re enough of a whore to deserve it.”
Wanda whimpered again, the toy still pressing against her. And she stared forward, at the cock, at- fuck it was Natasha, Natasha hearing her beg, her mentor seeing how depraved she’d become so quickly.
Not knowing what to expect, she opened her mouth, leant forwards; she only licked the tip initially, experimentally. She didn’t know what her ass would taste like.
It… wasn’t unpleasant, and she felt a hundred times sluttier for thinking that. She felt it as much as tasted it, tongue nervously circling around the edge.
And she found she couldn’t help but look up to the wearer of the cock, to her mentor looking down at her with a flushed face, and eyes somewhere between guilty, disbelieving and lustful.
Wanda felt a flicker of more shame, and bobbed down lower on the cock.
And then Hela thrust forwards, with all the roughness she wanted, her strap-on going from outside to entirely buried in Wanda’s ass in one sudden thrust.
The witch cried out, instantly muffled as the force made Natasha’s cock thrust into her throat. She gagged at the sudden intrusion, cutting off her scream, but otherwise didn’t resist.
Hela paused only for a moment, pleased at being inside Wanda. Even fresh from Natasha’s ass-fucking, Hela’s toy was both thicker and longer, ensuring Wanda still felt almost as tight as she had at the start.
Then Hela began to move, exceeding Natasha’s pace right from the start. Already loosened, Wanda’s ass could take it, just, but it ensured Wanda wasn’t quiet.
She moaned; worry flickered over Natasha’s expression, before Wanda quickly recovered and refocused, and began to suck on her toy with renewed vigour. Moans of pleasure; pleasure the shame-ridden part of Wanda’s mind wanted desperately to deny.
She looked up into her mentor’s eyes, and licked up the taste of her ass, visibly excited from the rough pounding she was receiving.
Hela’s hips slapped against her ass, each time eliciting a moan. It was hard for Wanda to focus on sucking, juddering forwards each second, but she still tried.
She threw herself into it. She knew she’d feel guilty, embarrassed later, but if this was happening she wanted to enjoy it, and it was so much more intense if it was all she let herself care about.
Still, she felt a twinge looking up into Natasha’s eyes, knowing the woman she’d admired was seeing her like this.
Hela reached forward, a hand winding and bunching in Wanda’s hair, pulling her back off the cock. Wanda gave an involuntary, needy moan, before moaning more conventionally for the toy in her ass.
“Which of us fucks you better?” Hela said. “Tell me. Natasha, or me. The amateur, or the Goddess with centuries of experience. The one you like, or the one you hate. Which of us would you rather be fucked by?”
Wanda cried out, louder than she had with Natasha. And, well, there was no denying.
She was going to cum again, she was sure of it, she felt it bubble up inside her. It was incredible. She wanted to take Hela’s cock, she wanted to feel her holes stretch and gape, she even wanted to clean Natasha’s.
“You!” Wanda shouted, not even caring when she met Natasha’s eyes. “Hela, you use me the best, I want to be fucked by you, I want you to use my ass, my pussy, however you want. I want- fuck, I want to cum while you fuck my ass, I want to be your slave, to be shared by you. I love how you fuck me, I-”
Hela pushed her forwards again, interrupting her speech by forcing her mouth again around Natasha’s strap-on. Wanda didn’t care, adjusting again quickly to resume cleaning it.
Her eyes fluttered shut for a brief instant, lost in the moment.
When she opened them, Natasha still looked at her, expression unreadable.
“You brought her to me,” Hela said, to Natasha now. “Did you know her virgin holes would be this well-fucked, and that she’d love becoming my whore?”
Natasha hesitated. Despite herself, she still felt herself moisten.
It… was an experience, to see Wanda like this. One she knew she wouldn’t forget.
Hela’s grip on Wanda’s hips tightened. She angled herself, thrusting forwards again and again, pace suddenly more punishing. Wanda gave a choked, desperate cry, swallowing more of Natasha’s toy as she did.
A long, low groan was the first and only real sound Hela made, beyond her words. The sudden vice-grip on Wanda’s hips gave it away.
A twisted part of Wanda’s mind suddenly felt proud she’d made the Goddess cum. Even after everything-
Fuck, even when she tried to remind herself of all the reasons she hated Hela, what she’d just heard, the knowledge that using her ass had brought Hela to that point-
She moaned all the louder, trying desperately to taste more of her ass. She wanted more, so much more, even if it was degrading.
She was so close, so so close.
She’d made Hela cum; the thought went around in her head, sending sparks through her. She’d made the woman who’d killed Vision cum from using her ass, and she loved it, and-
Wanda said something, completely muffled. She didn’t want the toy to leave her mouth; Hela seemed to understand.
“Go on,” Hela said. “Show us both how much of a whore you are.”
The taste of her own ass in her mouth, the sight of her mentor looking directly at her, the Goddess of Death roughly using her recently-virgin asshole, Wanda came, more ashamed and ecstatic than she had ever been, all at once.
She screamed, half-sobbing with the intensity, writhing to better aid the feel of being full. Her forearms shone scarlet briefly, and as much as she wanted to close her eyes she kept them open, kept staring, basked in all the humiliation she should have felt.
When Hela moved out, her ass felt so empty. Part of her wanted to beg to be filled again, even if Natasha was watching. She-
Fuck. How could she love this so much?
Natasha’s toy vanishes with a wave of Hela’s hand. Without that or Hela’s own toy inside her, Wanda collapsed to the floor, still shaking. Hela stood, looking down at her.
“Spread your cheeks,” Hela said. “Stay like that until I tell you otherwise.”
Face burning all the more, Wanda reached back, exposed her gape. She closed her eyes, face down, trying to ignore how Natasha was still seeing her like this.
And trying to ignore how wet she still was.
The sound of footsteps. She could just see Natasha stand and move, and could imagine her looking down, being made to be Hela. Seeing how much of a whore the virgin Avenger she’d trained had become, after Natasha had offered her.
Wanda knew she should regret it; she didn’t, not in the slightest, not if it meant she got fucked like that.
Fuck.
And then there was a hand lightly touching the back of her neck. She jerked up, almost letting go of her gape, before realising what it was. Her collar, like the rest of Hela’s spoils.
So she really was one of them. Well, after all that…
“I accept your offer,” Hela said. “Natasha, kneel for your collar. Then, you will go outside and you will wait. You will not dress yourself. When I send Wanda out to join you,” she raised her voice for another’s benefit, “Heimdall will bring you to Asgard where my spoils have been ordered to await me by the Bifrost. They will introduce you to life there. And, Natasha, remember my rule. You will only ever be submissive. Understood?”
Wanda heard her kneel, heard her mentor agree. There was something odd in her voice.
Wait, had Natasha actually been fucked yet? Wanda wasn’t sure Hela had even used her fingers on her. Somehow, Wanda felt sorry for her.
It was a shame to miss out on the experience.
A collared Natasha walked out the building. Wanda could only watch out of the corner of her eye, too distracted by how empty she felt, and her confusing thoughts. And-
Oh. Then she remembered what building this was. The UN General Assembly, where Hela had ordered world leaders to assemble in order to give their nations up to Hela’s Asgard. Where they were due to arrive and troupe in, as soon as entry was allowed.
And they were right at the front of the room. It had been the most open space, for Hela’s purposes. She was presenting her ass to the entire chamber, to a whole room to be full of the most important people in the world, who knew her as an Avenger, a hero-
A controversial one to be sure, after that incident in Lagos, but still an Avenger. With her ass fucked so hard it gaped, submissively showing herself off, presenting herself like no more than a whore.
She shivered again. She wanted to think it was from trepidation, but the heat building between her legs told her otherwise.
She knelt, presented herself, and waited.
It wasn’t until all the world leaders had come in and sat down that Wanda was told to stand.
It was a power move, Wanda knew that. Look what I can make your heroes do. Respect me. Fear me. Wanda didn’t like being used to send that message.
But then she had to get to her feet and walk, in nothing but Hela’s collar, down the aisle to leave. So much muttering, so many eyes on her, and her legs shook so much they almost gave way. She was ashamed of how visible her arousal was, how much it had built up as she’d waited.
She was most of the way out by the time Hela started talking and addressing the crowd. It felt like that walk had taken hours, all the more so with how uneven her gait was. It had to be obvious to everyone how hard she’d been fucked, even if her gape didn’t give it away.
T’Challa was there too, representing Wakanda. Another of her friends, seeing her like this.
Breathless with need and shame, Wanda left the chamber, heading for Natasha outside. She met up with her former mentor soon enough, face flushed.
Meanwhile inside, Hela smiled, pleased with how the day had gone. She wore her crown, she spoke to the terrified amassed rulers, content that Earth would soon be hers.
And then a circle opened up in the floor, magical sparking yellow marking the border of the portal. Without a moment’s warning, Hela fell through, and the portal closed above her.
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