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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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At this rate updates are going to be for each subsequent movie. The latest Avengers inspired me to get back to this with a couple of new characters, and I'm pretty sure Wasp's going to inspire another.
No spoilers for Infinity War, though well done if you've avoided them. This story's completely messed with continuity so everything that happens is separate to the MCU, and most of the mythos is just what I'm assuming as it goes unstated.
I wouldn't exactly call it a plot, just a vehicle to drag various other characters in, but I'm hoping it's going to keep bringing me back to this fic.
Anyway, enjoy.
Hela stood again in the UN building. She seemed to have intimidated them sufficiently that they’d forgotten the brief annoyance last time. She wore her crown and stood at the front of the chamber, looking out to all the leaders of this world.
They cowered. Some wore it better than others, but none could completely conceal their fear.
“Let us try this again,” Hela said. “The… interruption last time has been dealt with. If you expected that to be the end, I can assure you that it isn’t the case. Those that sought to stop me are dead and I have taken the rather remarkable weapon they sought to use against me.”
This was the one part of conquering she didn’t especially love. The bureaucracy; the point where she’d already one, and it was just a matter of waiting for the world to realise it and stop being a pain. There was no thrill of the fight, no reward to enjoy yet.
The anticipation, however, kept her going.
“You know what I expect,” Hela said. “If you have forgotten, I have arranged for a list to be distributed. The most important points are these.”
She paused briefly, watched the aides hurry to hand out sheets of paper.
That was one advantage to worlds such as Earth; the local technology made it so much easier to avoid needing to say the same things a hundred times over. Especially when she had spoils from the world who could explain it.
“One, I am not interested in the day to day minutiae of your planet,” Hela said. “I expect some basic common sense; you will not insult me, you will not build statues to honour those that resisted me. If I command some change, you will immediately execute my will. But I am content to allow you to continue in your current roles with only minor changes; of course you are perfectly capable of making me change my mind.”
Politicians were easy. They were already used to power-play; the challenge was in winning the loyalty of the people. Or, as loyalty was often too much to ask immediately, at least sufficient fear.
The trick was to not push too far. Give them no reason to hate her, nothing to rally against, while still getting some benefit herself.
“Second, my due,” Hela said. “I expect ten percent of the wealth of the nation each year, starting next week. Gold, gems, vibranium, other such metals. If one country fails, I expect their neighbours to aid them; I do not care about your petty squabbles. Nor do I care about your technology or local currency, I want only that which has value.”
She scanned the chamber. None exactly seemed happy with the prospect, but almost all seemed resigned. The only one her gaze lingered on was the representative of Wakanda; she recalled fighting him on her last visit.
She could expect more resistance from him, she was sure. Perhaps she’d pay a visit to his kingdom, add a new member to her spoils.
But, no, that could wait. Perhaps he’d be smart and it would be unnecessary.
This world worried her. It had more spirit than the others she’d broken, to say nothing of its defenders. They were weak but a world that produced people who would throw themselves so wholeheartedly at their superiors was a world that would prolong its suffering.
“Three. The more you push me, the worse life will be for you,” Hela said. “You have nothing that could hope to stand against me, and I have not yet used all the resources at my disposal. If I must station an occupying force here, I will.”
She neglected to give the details. She knew how this went; those that sought revolution would want to exhaust her troops or stretch her too thin. When they discovered her forces would be resurrected from the dead of their world, that her supply may as well be endless, it did that little bit more to break their spirit.
“Go back to the lands that used to be yours,” Hela said. “Tell your people of their new Queen. And tell them what happened to those… Avengers that stood against me. I will return in one week to collect my tithe.”
She strode off the stage, taking pride in how the representatives shrunk back to avoid the thorns of her crown. Outside, she could command Heimdall to summon the Bifrost.
Hela sat on her throne. She had Natasha kneel, nude as ever, some distance away; she hadn’t touched the former Avenger, she just enjoyed both the sight of the woman’s chest and the hero’s sheer submission.
There were still flickers of resistance in Natasha, she could tell. Natasha would do what she ordered, but it didn’t affect her will in the slightest. Apparently she was used to degrading herself for missions.
She could work on it. It was still enjoyable to watch her.
Meanwhile Hela idly held the Tesseract, reacquainting herself with its potential. She didn’t expect to need it again but it was good to be able to use the weapons at her disposal.
There was the sound of footsteps; Hela looked up.
An Asgardian approached. A handful had conceded to her rule; if not happy, they would at least obey. It was out of a sense of self-preservation as much as loyalty; she put them to work in defence of Asgard.
Natasha didn’t even try to cover herself. Good.
“My Queen,” the Asgardian said, kneeling. “I have news.”
“Speak,” Hela said.
“A vessel has been sighted approaching our world,” he said. “Not large, but it does seem to be aiming for us, not just passing nearby.”
“Indeed?” Hela said. “Is the design known? Elves? Giants?”
“No, my Queen,” the guard said. “It’s haphazard, likely belonging to one of the minor races. Shall we shoot it down?”
Hela paused. If it was a small vessel, she doubted it planned to overthrow her rule. Perhaps it wasn’t even especially aware of her, if it was from a non-noteworthy species.
In which case why did it visit her?
“No,” Hela said. “I will.”
She’d give it a few days before expanding her dominion further. Earth had been surprisingly troublesome, she’d let things stabilise first. In the mean time she could afford to indulge her curiosity.
The ship in the distance grew closer, now visible even to the naked eye. Hela stood near the border of Asgard and watched.
As the guard had said, it was small; it couldn’t hold more then a handful of people. No threat. She waited for it to near.
Then Hela threw her hands out, a black shaft extending from it. Her abilities were still growing since she came to Asgard; instead of piercing the ship with the spear she shot it beneath, then grew it upwards in a flat sheet. She guided the ship, pulling it down towards where she stood.
It landed scant metres from her. She’d given it the freedom to do that. Impatient, though showing none of it, Hela waited.
Only one person came out of the ship. The only occupant?
A woman, her skin multiple shades of blue, came forwards. There were irregularities in her flesh, sudden shifts in shade, ridges; possibly cybernetic enhancements.
“I am Hela, Goddess of Death and Queen of Asgard,” Hela said. “Name yourself.”
The woman straightened, stumbling a little as she emerged. She took a moment to survey the landscape; they were far from the inhabited portions of Asgard.
“Nebula,” the woman said.
“Why have you come to my world?” Hela said.
“Yours?” Nebula said. “Then you’re just who I want to talk to.”
“I do not have the time to deal with unknowns,” Hela said. “If you are not going to answer-”
“I want your help,” Nebula said quickly.
Hela paused; Nebula continued.
“I’ve been hunting my… father,” Nebula said. “Thanos. He’s a monster, and he’s- He was approaching this place several weeks ago. Now, he’s stopped, prioritised other targets.”
“I can defend Asgard myself,” Hela said.
“Not from him,” Nebula said. “But if he paused, if he’s decided to wait, then he’s not sure. He’ll be coming back when he’s more powerful, and then you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
Another threat? Hela suppressed a weary sigh. Why had her father allowed the universe to become so uppity?
“I appreciate the warning,” Hela said. “For that, I will allow you to leave.”
“I wanted more.”
Hela raised her eyebrows.
“Whoever you are, or whatever you’ve got here, it’s powerful enough that he’s hesitating,” Nebula said. “If you come with me and take the fight to him-”
“Why?” Hela said. “I am not concerned with your grudges, as much as I understand hatred of one’s father. If he comes to overthrow Asgard, he will die. Until then, I do not care.”
“He’s collecting Infinity Stones,” Nebula said.
At that, Hela paused. Ah. Potentially troublesome.
“How many?” Hela said.
“What?” Nebula said.
“How many does he have?” Hela said.
“One,” Nebula said. “From Xandar. It’s powerful enough to destroy a planet. You just care about yourself, fine, but he’s more powerful than-”
“I have three,” Hela said.
Hela didn’t blink, regardless of Nebula’s reaction. She would not allow someone to forget how powerful she was.
She had more than any other being had possessed in the history of the universe, and of all things she’d acquired them by accident. This Thanos was dangerous if he did wield even one, but she had made a vow to herself to never surrender Asgard again.
The danger would be if he had the ability to safely wield more than one simultaneously, especially if he could wield them in their purest form. There were stories, designs for a gauntlet capable of doing just that. Her father had fashioned a fake; if Thanos had the real thing…
More than troublesome. She’d need to keep an eye on the situation; and more than that, she’d have to talk to her spoils. They had mentioned a fourth Stone; if any knew its location, she could take it before Thanos. Hela made a mental note, before turning her attention back to Nebula.
“I see why he’s taking his time,” Nebula said, slowly. “But he has not forgotten this place. If anything, he is looking for weaknesses.”
“He will find none,” Hela said.
“Then he will attack when he has as many stones as he can find,” Nebula said. “And he will attack with an army the likes of which you have never seen.”
Hela inclined her head, stepping back.
“Welcome to Asgard,” Hela said. “Come with me. You are welcome here, if you will help me to eradicate this threat.”
Uncertain, Nebula neared. Hela looked her up and down.
“Which Stone is his?” Hela said.
“Power,” Nebula said.
“I possess Mind, Time and Space,” Hela said. “And I know the location of the Reality Stone. That leaves one. Do you know its location?”
“I- No,” Nebula said.
A pity; it would be easier if she had a majority. It would also be easier if she could fashion some accessory to wield the multiple Stones she already had. Possibilities…
They neared the grounds of her palace. Nebula walked a short way behind her; the cyborg woman seemed unnerved.
“And you,” Hela said, slowly. “You are pursuing your father.”
“Yes.”
“To strike him down?”
“I told you that,” Nebula said, impatient.
Such lack of respect. They would work on that.
“To what end?” Hela said. “Has he an empire you wish to usurp? Or will you take up his quest for the Stones?”
“I just want him to pay for what he put me through,” Nebula said. She paused. “Me and my sister.”
“And when you are done?” Hela said. “When your father lies dead at your feet, what will you do?”
“I can figure that out when this is done,” Nebula said. “I don’t care what happens.”
Single-minded, obsessed, and simultaneously aimless. Perfect.
Hela glanced back, confirming her suspicions. The woman was alien, yes, but there was an attractiveness to her.
“Then we have only one more thing to discuss,” Hela said, as they reached an entryway to her palace. A resurrected guard straightened as she passed, green flame burning.
“Which is?”
“A gesture of good faith,” Hela said. “I have only your word for the existence of this Thanos, and the threat he poses to me. I would have something, even if you are simply seeking to manipulate me. My aid is not free.”
Nebula paused.
“What do you have in mind?” Nebula said.
It was a few moments before Hela responded. If she was right…
They passed Jane and Darcy’s room; the two friends were only visible for a second as they passed the doorway, but it was enough. Darcy straddled Jane, riding her, the sounds escaping her lips leaving no doubt as to what they were doing.
Nebula frowned.
“And, perhaps, we may find a home for you when you are finished with your mission,” Hela said.
“I’m not going to trade my father for another slavekeeper,” Nebula said. She stiffened.
“I keep no one here by force,” Hela said. “Not them, at least. And in the same way, I will not make you do anything; when you submit to me, it will be of your own will.”
Nebula regarded her, apparently not sure whether Hela was joking. Hela merely continued walking.
Nebula would make a good addition. If nothing else, the idea of claiming the daughter of a supposed enemy appealed to her. It would be good to break another fighter too, rather than another human.
“So you’re saying… you’ll help me defeat Thanos… if we have sex?” Nebula said. She turned the words over in her mouth, trying to parse them, make sense of them.
Hela scowled.
“You mortals are so crude,” Hela said.
“How would you put it then?” Nebula snapped.
Hela turned suddenly. Instinctively Nebula backed against the wall.
They were still in the corridor. Though the palace was not well-travelled, people (mainly her spoils) did walk them. For now they were alone, though the distant sound of Jane and Darcy did echo.
“I do not ‘have sex,’” Hela said, visibly finding the words distasteful. “I will own you. Your mind, your soul, and all of your body. Should you leave, you will never be able to have another touch you without thinking of me and all I did to you. Should you stay, you will beg for humiliations that are unthinkable to you now, and you will revel in them. Do you understand me?”
Whatever response Nebula was planning died on her lips.
“I know how mortals crave submission,” Hela said. “One such as you most of all; you had a master who failed you, and you turned against him. You have made vengeance your master, and when you are finished you will be lost. Then, you will need one such as me to fulfil that want.”
Nebula glowered. It wasn’t disgust though, it wasn’t unwillingness; her objection seemed to be more to the implication that she belonged with Hela’s spoils.
Well, she’d learn.
“Do you accept the price?” Hela said.
“Once,” Nebula said.
“Once,” Hela said. “And thereafter only when you ask to be mine.”
Nebula smirked, but nodded.
Good. Hela eyed her, considering; no, one as wilful as this would not take well to being eased in.
Hela didn’t move. She still stood close to Nebula, keeping the woman almost pinned to the wall with sheer force of presence alone. She lifted her hands, did away with her crown to better move faster, then ran her hands down; a familiar faux-cock formed from her black substance.
Nebula’s eyes glanced down. She suppressed any surprise.
“On your knees,” Hela said.
Nebula met her gaze, almost challenging. Then, at the look in Hela’s eyes, she relented this one battle. It was just one command after all, it didn’t matter.
The black toy jutted out, resting against Nebula’s cheek. Hela looked down.
“I am sure I do not have to tell you what I expect you to do,” she said.
Nebula faltered only slightly. She shifted, head moving back. She still met Hela’s eyes in a fashion that might have been meant to be threatening. It only might the sight hotter as her lips parted and she took the toy down her throat.
She didn’t struggle, lips soon going from the head all the way to the base in seconds.
“You’re experienced at this,” Hela said, appreciatively.
Nebula moved back, then down again, swallowing the faux-cock again; Hela gripped the back of her head and held her there, admiring the ease with which Nebula deepthroated.
A muffled cry escaped Nebula’s lips as she tried to breathe. Hela held her there, still, the friction from her throat rather enjoyable, twitches rubbing against the Goddess’s cunt.
“Do well,” Hela said. “If it’s any incentive, this will be going into your asshole next. The wetter you get it, the easier it will be for you.”
Nebula’s eyes widened just briefly. Still, she hid her shock, though when Hela released her grip Nebula began sucking rather more eagerly.
For a moment Nebula tried to pull back, off the toy to speak; at that, Hela grabbed her head again, pushed down. Only somewhat reluctant, Nebula kept bobbing her head; Hela could feel her using her tongue, moistening the toy.
Hela kept a hand on the back of the woman’s head. It would never hurt to remind her of who was in charge.
“I could make this easier for you,” Hela said. “I could prepare your ass with my fingers before I use it, if you wanted. Do you?”
She didn’t let Nebula off the toy to answer; there was just a muffled moan. Hela smiled.
“But only if you ask me,” Hela said. “Nicely. Only if you beg me, ask for all the help I could give a weak whore. So, should I?”
Only then did Hela relax the pressure; Nebula pulled back, taking a moment to inhale the first moment her mouth was free.
The toy was just centimetres from her lips still. It glistened, Nebula clearly taking the suggestion on board.
“I’m not weak,” Nebula said.
Hela’s lips curled; then she thrust forward. Nebula quickly opened her mouth again, beginning once more to suck.
She moved her hands as though to control Nebula’s movement again, but this time applied no force. Nebula obeyed instinctively.
“Not weak,” Hela said. “Do you scream, I wonder?”
Nebula still glared. She seemed to object more to Hela insinuating that she was vulnerable than to the prospect of being fucked.
“You don’t think you’re weak?” Hela said. “You’re nothing but a needy whore; look how quickly you got on your knees for me. And you want to have your ass fucked without any preparation, and you’re deepthroating already. I’m going to put your skills to the use they deserve.”
Then, Hela had to tighten her grip. She kept Nebula looking up, kept looking into the woman’s eyes as she made Nebula keep sucking. Back, and forth, back, and forth.
She could probably blame Nebula’s cybernetic enhancements for the ease with which she took this. Hela doubted this was the use that had been intended, but a body primed to adapt and adjust to any situation had a myriad uses.
Oh, it would be fun to break Nebula and add her to her collection.
The one disappointment was Nebula’s apparent inability to gag. As much as Hela admired the ease with which Nebula took it, she always liked hearing some sign of strain.
She felt Nebula move down on the toy again, wetting it further; just as she was reaching the base, Hela thrust forward. She started moving, a counterpoint to Nebula’s own rhythm.
Hella stepped forward; Nebula had to lean back, not quite able to shimmy her knees along the ground, and Hela rested a hand high on the wall. She used it to quicken her pace, determined.
It continued to hit Nebula’s throat, the woman’s eyes suddenly widening as Hela leaned into her.
Nebula choked suddenly, rapid pace and awkward angle proving too much. Gratified, Hela pulled back, toy leaving Nebula’s mouth. Nice and wet.
On the floor, still kneeling, Nebula shifted. She caught her breath, adjusted her position, before looking up again. There was a glimmer of something more in her eyes, defiance yes, but also a glint to signify she found herself enjoying this challenge.
She leaned forwards to gulp down the toy again, eager to prove herself; Hela gripped her shoulders to push her back.
“No,” Hela said. “Stand up. Turn around. I told you what was going to happen.”
Nebula paused. She took her time, a token resistance meant to show she had no intention of joining Hela’s spoils; Hela allowed it, more amused than annoyed. Nebula made sure to meet her eyes for long seconds, her head the last part of her to turn.
And then Hela’s body was pressed against Nebula’s, a hand against the back of Nebula’s neck. A slight blade manifested in her hand, cutting down the back of Nebula’s outfit. The armour didn’t stand.
Nebula didn’t react; she faced the wall, concealing any expression.
“Do you want me to prepare your ass?” Hela said, as the last vestiges of Nebula’s clothing in the floor. “I can open it with my fingers, if you beg. Tell me you’re a needy, weak little whore, just holes for me to fuck.”
“I’m not weak,” Nebula said again.
“Then you want to take it all at once?” Hela said.
Her hand was at Nebula’s ass already; she spread her cheeks with two fingers, not touching the tight, exposed hole, but just resting the head of her cock against it.
Nebula inhaled, feeling the width of it, but said nothing.
“Only a true anal slut would choose to take it all at once,” Hela said. “Is that you, are you an anal whore?”
“Fuck you.”
Hela pushed forwards just slightly, beginning to open Nebula’s hole. Nebula involuntarily arched back.
“Or are you a weak whore that needs to be opened up?” Hela said.
“I can take it,” Nebula said. “Try me.”
Such spirit. Hela smiled, and thrust forward in one. A cry escaped Nebula’s lips as flesh hit flesh, the hilt of Hela’s faux-cock burying itself in the cyborg woman.
Hela stopped, less to let Nebula adjust and more so she could feel the full size of the implement inside her. Hela gripped Nebula’s wrists, held them; both were against the wall, above Nebula’s head. Fingertips dug into the wall.
“Tight,” Hela said. “How many times have you done this, how many have you let use your ass? It’s not virgin, but there can’t have been many.”
Nebula groaned, fingers curling as she shivered, toy achingly present inside her. It felt bigger than anything she’d taken before.
Otherwise, silence dragged on. Hela shifted, focused her mind; the material she used to form her cock extended by half an inch. Nebula gave a half-moan, muffled by sheer force of will.
“Answer me,” Hela said.
Her hands moved. One stayed over both of Nebula’s wrists; regardless of the woman’s enhanced strength, one hand sufficed to pin her in place.
The other ran down Nebula’s arm, stopping at her throat, not quite tight enough to choke; not yet.
“How many people have fucked your ass, my weak little whore?” Hela said.
Nebula groaned again, then louder as the toy inside her thickened just slightly, stretching her out.
Nebula yelled a curse, squirming between Hela, leaning forwards against the wall, arching back.
“One!” Nebula shouted. She continued, breathless. “One, just one. Only one.”
Hela began to move, slowly sliding out. Wettened by Nebula’s saliva, the toy slid out at least somewhat easily, though her ass still squeezed against it, trying to hold onto it.
Nebula steadfastly stayed silent throughout. Despite that, she couldn’t quite believe just how big it felt, how long it took for inch after inch to be pulled from her.
And then her silence was for nothing as Hela thrust again, and Nebula cried out.
“Who were they?” Hela said. “Did you scream for them too?”
Nebula gritted her teeth; the hand around her neck tightened.
“Shall I make the toy bigger again?” Hela said. “Is that what you want, to be filled up even more? You must truly be a desperate whore to want still more.”
“My sister,” Nebula gasped. When she spoke, she couldn’t hide her breathlessness. “A-Adopted. We used to… after we sparred. Winner…”
“And did she make you scream?” Hela said.
“No one,” Nebula said, gritting her teeth still. “No one makes me scream.”
Hela thrust again, intending to again disprove that claim; that time Nebula managed to bite her lip. Hela began to move more regularly, keeping up a constant pace, hips slapping against the blue woman’s ass.
“Really?” Hela said. “I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to make you cum, from just this, just having your asshole used.”
“If you can,” Nebula said.
“I can,” Hela said. Unlike Nebula, her voice was remarkably calm. “Or are you challenging me?”
“Maybe.”
“Then stakes,” Hela said. “When I make you cum, you’ll get on your knees and lick the toy clean.”
“And when I don’t, I get to put that on and wipe that smile off your smug face,” Nebula said.
The crack of skin hitting skin; Nebula’s fingertips dug deeper into the stone wall of the palace, back automatically pushing up as she looked down. She bit her lip, trying not to react to the constant pressure on her throat, the cock inside her, the constant slapping against her body…
It hurt, but she was used to pain. Part of her mind regretted not being opened up, but she pushed it aside; she could take this, get it over with, and by the end she’d have what she wanted. That was all that mattered.
And maybe she’d be able to turn the tables. She did enjoy a challenge.
That was all this was. It might not be a typical fight, but it was just exertion, just a battle, in a different form.
“I have a… ritual, with my slaves,” Hela said.
“I am no one’s slave,” Nebula said.
“We’ll see,” Hela said. She smiled. “Each of them gives something to me, something they have given no one else. If only one has taken your ass before me, I doubt you would have cleaned them after.”
Nebula said nothing; the toy grew again, thickening once more just slightly. That time, as Hela moved forwards, pressed herself against Nebula’s back and buried it inside her, she elicited a yell.
“You know what happens when you don’t answer me,” Hela said.
“I can withstand whatever torture you’ve got in mind,” Nebula said.
“This isn’t torture,” Hela said. “Quite the opposite. It will simply make it all the more undeniable that, when you cum, you are nothing more than a toy for me to use and to fuck however I wish. Someone that cums from having their ass fucked is a whore; someone that does all they can to have that hole stretched out and cums still, they are truly depraved.”
Nebula cried out again; she tried to convince herself it was in pain. The constant motion of the Goddess’s cock was… not unbearable.
“So?” Hela said. “Have you cleaned a cock that has been in your ass?”
“No,” Nebula said. She arched again, arms especially shaking; she longed to scratch at the wall, grab into some other point in the stone, if not for Hela keeping her pinned.
“You’re going to,” Hela said.
“If you make me cum,” Nebula said. “That’s- ah! That’s the bet. And if I don’t, you’re getting this treatment.”
Hela shifted angle; Nebula moaned again, undeniably in pleasure.
“You strike me as a warrior,” Hela said. “So, I want you to think of everyone that you’ve fought. Everyone you have slain, or whose friends and family have fallen to you. I want you to imagine each of their faces, and I want you to imagine that they’re here.”
Hela slammed forwards, this time taking a step closer as well; Nebula had to straighten, not quite standing upright but closer, her hands pushing up the wall. The shift in position made it feel as though the toy was going even deeper inside her.
“I want you to imagine them watching you getting fucked,” Hela said. “I want you to imagine how all those you’ve beaten would feel, seeing you take it in your ass, seeing you degrade yourself, and seeing how much you enjoy this.”
Nebula didn’t respond. Shocks aside, she was doing a remarkable job of keeping silent, constantly biting her lip. She couldn’t suppress how she shook though, the need in her eyes.
“Think of all those eyes on you when you cum,” Hela said. “Think of how it would feel, for them to be so pleased to see you so degraded. And tell me anything other than the weakest, most desperate whore would love such a thought.”
“You love the sound of your own voice, huh?” Nebula said. Then: “Ah!”
Hela smiled.
“Another challenge, then?” Hela said. She kept moving; something kept building up inside Nebula. “If I were to reach down and slip a finger into your cunt right now, would I find it wet? Would I find that you’ve been turned on by being used, or would it match the façade you display?”
“What do you think?” Nebula said, trying to be defiant. It was hard to be convincing when moans escaped whenever she opened her lips.
“I think that you would have nothing to fear, if you were being honest,” Hela said. “The stakes are these: if you are not wet, this stops, I give you a toy of whatever size you wish, carry out the revenge you claim to fantasize about. And if I find that you are, you instead swear to be mine, swear to stay here when our business is done and to take my cock in all your holes for every day for the rest of your life.”
Nebula cried out again; the hand around her throat started slowly, teasingly, to descend. It was just passing between her breasts when Nebula shouted.
“No deal,” Nebula said.
Hela smiled. She didn’t press the point; she didn’t need to. Instead she kept up her rapid pace, kept moving.
Nebula couldn’t hold back her next yell, undeniably one of ecstasy, pushing back as though she wanted yet more to fill her.
“Are you going to cum?” Hela said, voice low.
Her body was pressed against Nebula’s still, the heat of her impossible to ignore. Nebula pushed back, body reacting without her control.
She didn’t respond, biting her lip still, desperately trying to conceal most of her cries.
She didn’t learn, did she? Hela focused, and the toy lengthened another half-inch; she thrust forwards again, and Nebula could no longer muffle her yells.
“You must like this, if you keep making me stretch you,” Hela said. “Do you like being a well-fucked whore? Do you like thinking of those you have fought seeing you like this? Answer me; for all your claims, your protestations of not being a weak little whore, are you going to cum from being used?”
Nebula screamed, her pinned hands still digging into the walls.
“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” she shouted, hating herself as she did. She was better than this, surely?
But she couldn’t deny how good it felt, how the pain had almost completely given away to a bliss coursing through her, even the increased size of the toy only adding more to the sensation.
Hela’s hand moved from Nebula’s chest now, snaking back; it settled on the back of Nebula’s head, pushing forward, ensuring she was thoroughly pinned to the wall.
Even when she arched, Nebula found herself thoroughly trapped. No, she was a fighter, she couldn’t be stopped so easily-
She came, pushing back and barely moving, yelling louder for a moment and then realising she couldn’t stop. She screamed, and Hela’s pace never slowed all throughout.
Her legs would have given way if not for the force keeping her pinned; instead, she almost went slack, quickly recovering as soon as she could, but still panting.
It was only after her moans had quietened that Hela stopped. She slowly shifted back, withdrawing the toy; still, she kept Nebula pinned to the wall.
She lowered the hand that had been on Nebula’s head, though keeping her wrist pinned. Nebula was at least able to lift her head, move out of the slight dent left in the wall, still gasping for air. Her usual stoic expression had been shattered, the look of exhaustion and reluctant bliss on her face a delectable mixture.
Hela’s hand trailed down to her ass, parting the cheeks with two fingers. Nebula’s expression tightened; it turned into a scowl after a few moments, though that was more an effort of will, a façade, than a true response.
“Suitably well-gaped,” Hela said. “You took it well, just as a good whore should.”
“T-told you I could take it,” Nebula said, still breathless.
Hela smirked.
“You won’t forget this for a while,” Hela said. Perfect. “I wonder how often you’ll touch yourself, remembering this, remembering how good it felt for you to submit and give yourself to me.”
Nebula faltered, just briefly. There didn’t seem to be any question in her mind that she would be giving… thought to the past hour.
Hela released her; Nebula managed to stand, slumping against the wall. She turned around.
“Yeah, it was fun,” Nebula said. “I’ll give you that, doesn’t mean I’m going to go volunteer to be one of your slaves.”
“Perhaps,” Hela said.
She didn’t insist; whether or not Nebula conceded, this had been amusing enough. And she was going to see the woman again regardless.
“But there is one thing,” Hela said.
“What now?” Nebula said.
“The matter of the stakes,” Hela said. “You came. I remember you agreeing to a forfeit, if that proved the case.”
Nebula hesitated. Her eyes darted down for a moment, the toy around Hela’s lips still standing proud, substantially larger than the last time it had been in her throat.
She paused, then shrugged.
“Whatever,” Nebula said. “I’m not a sore loser.”
She dropped to her knees with what was a clear attempt at a casual manner; she needed no pushing to open her mouth and take the toy inside, though she did falter briefly at the taste.
“And you know how good it feels when you submit to me,” Hela said. “Taste your ass for me.”
Nebula closed her eyes rather than meet Hela’s, doing what she could to ignore that flicker of shame.
“Look at me,” Hela said, voice firm. Suddenly her hands were again on Nebula’s head, holding her in place, the toy only a third of the way into her mouth.
She could feel the movement of Nebula’s tongue; regardless of whatever humiliation she felt, she seemed willing to go along with it. Eager, in fact, judging by the speed with which her tongue would have had to be cleaning.
Slowly, Nebula opened her eyes; Hela let go, allowing her to suck again, moving back and forth.
“I will not allow you to forget who you belong to,” Hela said, watching her move.
Nebula glared, though she couldn’t speak. Still, she kept moving; eventually she managed to reach the hilt, though it took her a few moments longer. It seemed to surprise her just how much more there was.
Hela was gentle this time, content to relax, wait for Nebula to finish cleaning. Any distaste the woman might have had at the start seemed to have faded; she eagerly finished licking up the taste of her ass, before moving back. She breathed more evenly now.
She was kneeling again, not much room between her and the wall. She made no effort to stand.
“I don’t belong to you,” Nebula said.
“Not yet,” Hela said.
Nebula glowered, still, then frowned. “You didn’t cum.”
“No,” Hela said. “I got what I wanted from you. Unless you want to make me?”
Nebula hesitated again, before her eyes widened a little.
“I… wouldn’t want to owe you anything,” Nebula said.
Hela’s smile widened, and she returned her hands to her hips; her faux-cock faded to nothing, as did the lower half of her outfit, exposing her long, pale legs and her cunt.
“You didn’t need me to clean that,” Nebula said, accusing.
“No,” Hela said. “But you did anyway, like a good, weak little whore.”
“Do you want me to make you cum or not?” Nebula said.
“I’m content,” Hela said. “You were the one that asked. Do you still wish to?”
Nebula stared up for a moment more; then she grunted something and turned her gaze back to something more level with her eyes. She leant forwards, leaning into the Goddess’s cunt.
Hela felt her tongue explore, curling; Nebula had some talent. Her tongue flicked outside first, before starting to delve in, starting to work out just what it was Hela liked.
She certainly seemed more practised at this than she was at taking anal.
Hela’s hands again went to the back of Nebula’s head, being sure to hold her there. No moving back, no stopping, no chance for a breath of air; Nebula barely seemed to notice.
It wasn’t common for Hela to moan, but she did close her eyes, enjoying the duration. The wilfulness of the woman on her knees for her only added to the experience; someone who knew their place, but would need a bit more help to admit it.
She shifted forwards, meaning Nebula had to tilt her head back, face upwards, and taste Hela all the more. The more wetness that reached her tongue, the more eager she seemed to become.
Until Hela’s fingertips dug in, one hand on Nebula, the other in front of her, fingertips digging in to the already damaged wall. Then, Hela groaned as she came, ensuring Nebula could do nothing but lick.
Not that the woman seemed to want to do anything else. Nebula was panting again when Hela at last let go, an almost proud smile on her face.
Hela considered. She could make a remark, supportive or disparaging depending on what would better suit. Nebula was confident, yes, but not arrogant to deserve putting down, yet also not particularly needful of praise.
She opted to just nod, moving back; Nebula took the chance to stand up. She glanced around; mild irritation crossed her face as she had to gather what remained of her clothes. She scanned them, mentally noting how to repair them.
Eventually, Nebula folded them under her arms. She seemed to adamantly refuse to show any shame in front of Hela, no matter how little he wore.
“So are you done?” Nebula said.
“For now,” Hela said. “I agree to aid you in the defence of Asgard against this new threat.”
“Good,” Nebula said. She straightened. “I’ll be back. Just… planning something.”
“I’ll wait,” Hela said. “And should you choose to offer yourself to me again…”
“I won’t,” Nebula said.
“The choice is yours,” Hela said.
*
She trusted Nebula’s information. Using it, and Sif’s knowledge, she’d located the Aether at Knowhere; when she’d visited it, she discovered that it had been ransacked several days before.
The Reality Stone was missing. It might be coincidence, but regardless it meant another power had access to the Stone. Perhaps two.
Worrying.
The one good thing to come of this was the knowledge of how easily Sif gave in. Once, the Asgardian warrior would have balked at giving her the location of such a weapon; now Sif had completely given her loyalty to her. She wasn’t one for the messy internal conflict of the other spoils, who both wanted and did not want this.
For Sif, if she was going to follow Hela for the tiniest of actions, she would follow her utterly.
It was almost a relief when Nebula returned. She wanted to be ready. When she went out to meet the ship, however, she found that the woman was not alone.
Her garb had been repaired, at least. Somewhat unfortunate; Hela was amused to note that Nebula couldn’t quite meet her eyes.
After her, a green-skinned woman left the ship. Hela’s attention turned to her.
“Nebula,” Hela said. “Who have you brought to me?”
Nebula didn’t bow. Perhaps that was to be expected, Nebula had made a great deal of insisting she was independent; still, Hela noted it.
“My sister,” Nebula said. “Her team’s busy with something else, but she wants to see Thanos gone almost as much as I do.”
“Gamora,” the green-skinned woman said, moving forwards. “Nebula’s told me… of you.”
There was a glint of something in the woman’s eyes; Gamora didn’t quite trust her, then.
Hela doubted that Nebula had shared every little detail. Probably just that she had quite a collection of women in her palace, and maybe whatever she’d gleaned of Asgard’s expansion.
Slowly, she looked to Nebula, almost teasing; it was tempting to let slip just what she’d done to Nebula. Nebula, meanwhile, glared back in a way that was no doubt meant to be a warning.
Such impudence. Still, she caught Nebula eying her up and down when she looked back to Gamora.
“Are you here for protection, or to fight?” Hela said.
“You’re the best chance of stopping Thanos,” Gamora said. “I’m just here to help with that, with what I know and what I can do.”
Hela regarded her.
Sister, did Nebula say? The one she’d sparred with, perhaps; the one who’d won a turn with Nebula’s ass before her. This had potential.
“Then you are welcome,” Hela said. “Do not interfere with how I run my realm, and you may stay here. Nebula knows the way to the palace.”
Hela turned her back on them. It was always a worthwhile powerplay when she had nothing to fear.
Valkyrie staggered from the throne room, in her torn armour (the sole garment she was permitted to wear, and then only with permission), and each of her holes freshly fucked by one of the thickest cocks Hela had manifested in quite some time.
Hela shifted, and sat back, thoughtful. This new threat did complicate things.
She’d sent out feelers to try and locate the sixth stone; rumour had it that it was the most powerful. If Thanos reached it first, he would likely defeat her. If she reached it first, things would still be complicated.
She lacked the means to wield the stones in tandem. The Gauntlet below was a pretty fake manufactured by her father along the same guidelines of the blueprint of legend, one that would likely crumple to nothing at the might of just one stone.
And that was to say nothing of how most of the stones in her possession were contained in a channel. She couldn’t touch them, nothing short of a Celestial safely could, so she was limited to using whatever fraction of their power the vessels they were in could access.
A problem. One with a solution, albeit one she would need to work on.
She was drawn back to reality with the sound of footsteps, and Nebula walking into the chamber. No respect; still, that could be taught. Judging by Nebula’s uncharacteristic self-conscious manner, that seemed likely.
“I wanted to ask something,” Nebula said.
“Indeed?” Hela said.
A silence dragged on. Then, Nebula straightened.
“What you did before,” Nebula said. “I enjoyed it.”
“Your screams did rather give that impression,” Hela said.
“I- yes,” Nebula said. She cleared her throat. “I am not saying I want to become one of your slaves, but I wouldn’t be averse to doing something like it again. If you wanted to. It’s not important.”
Hela smiled, not bothering to hide it. Nebula fidgeted a little, not adept at concealing awkwardness. It couldn’t be common for a woman like her to feel embarrassed.
“Yes,” Hela said. “Come closer.”
“Now?!” Nebula said.
“That is why you chose now to speak to me, is it not?” Hela said.
It took a moment. Then, a change came over Nebula; whatever self-consciousness she felt was pushed aside and she strode closer, meeting Hela’s eyes as though they were equals, as though she wasn’t perfectly willing to bend over and offer herself.
Nebula came to a stop when Hela gestured, a short way from the throne manufactured from Hela’s black creations. She watched as Hela lowered each of the arms.
“You didn’t bow to me when you arrived,” Hela said.
“Seriously?” Nebula said.
“You owe me respect,” Hela said. “You are mine, after all.”
“I’ve told you-”
“And you are nothing but insolent,” Hela said. “So you are going to lie over my lap. Ass up, face down.”
Nebula raised one eyebrow, and the cybernetic implant over her other eye shifted too. She didn’t quite move.
“You’re kidding,” Nebula said flatly. “I’m not letting you spank me, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.”
“Did you not enjoy submitting to me before?” Hela said.
Another moment of quiet.
“I will only fuck you when I am finished with your punishment,” Hela said. “Did you think you could treat me with such little respect and not face consequences?”
Nebula glowered. Then, after a moment, she gave what might have been an attempt at a bow; she never lowered her head.
“A start,” Hela said. “Now, lay on my lap.”
Nebula exhaled. Then, stiffly, she took a step closer.
“How many?” Nebula said.
“Until you beg for mercy like the weak little whore you are,” Hela said. Nebula snorted. “Or until my arm gets tired.”
“I can tell you which it’ll be,” Nebula said.
“You’ve said that before,” Hela said.
Nebula glared until the last possible second as she closed the distance between them, then lay herself down over Hela’s lap. Her ass was in the middle, her head and legs draped over each side.
At least she didn’t have to deal with eye contact.
“Only weak whores need to ask for mercy,” Hela said. “Say it.”
“Only weak whores ask for mercy,” Nebula said. She didn’t hesitate in obeying that, confident as ever.
There was a smack; it was less about striking, more about gripping Nebula’s garb. Once again, Hela tore it, a ragged patch being flung away to expose the pale blue of her ass.
“Again,” Hela said.
“Only weak whores ask for mercy,” Nebula said. She chuckled. “Get on with it!”
Cocky. She could do something about that.
Smack! The first blow came down, right in the middle of Nebula’s ass; it was swiftly followed by a rain of others. Neither counted.
Hela held back; no matter the woman’s confidence, she doubted Nebula could withstand the full strength of an Asgardian, particularly one as powerful as her. Still, she used enough that she was certain Nebula felt it.
Another slap. As ever, Nebula was doing her best to keep quiet, to muffle any sounds, but Hela did catch a sudden indrawn breath.
Hela didn’t speak. She did enjoy the effect words could have on her toys, conjuring up memories or ideas or scenarios she had yet to put them in, but for now it would be better to wait. Give Nebula nothing else to focus on.
The goal of a spanking was rarely pain; it was always about the mind, the humiliation of such a childish punishment. That didn’t mean it couldn’t hurt; with nothing to focus on but the pain, the humiliation was such a lovely enhancement.
To be pushed to one’s limits by nothing more than a degrading spanking… Now that was a delightful thing to subject someone, especially one as proud as Nebula, to.
Hela’s hand kept coming down, not pausing for even a second. She slowly shifted target, moving in a small circle over Nebula’s ass, making sure every inch got several slaps. And by the time she completed the first circle, the part she’d spanked to begin with had grown just that little bit more tender.
Neither was keeping count; this was about endurance, not worrying about how long it had gone on for. Hela knew from experience that she could probably keep going for days; there was no chance Nebula could last nearly so long.
Still, Hela increased the strength she used just a little bit more as she completed another circle. She was rewarded as a whimper escaped Nebula’s lips; the sound was more like a squeak. She seemed more embarrassed by making it than having her ass exposed.
It must have been several hundred smacks before Nebula gave her first real cry at a harder slap; though she was holding back, Hela liked to vary the strength of the spanking she delivered. There was no point in being predictable.
Nebula’s blue-skinned ass didn’t change colours nearly as impressively as the humans and Asgardians in Hela’s care, unfortunately; still, it did begin to turn a darker shade of violet the more this went on.
Hela couldn’t say how long it had gone for. It would remain enjoyable for quite some time more; Nebula made it a challenge to elicit even the slightest whimper from her, so it was satisfying when she sparked moan after yell after cry.
Still Nebula stayed in place, not quite squirming, crying out only after the occasional, harder slap.
“How do you feel?” Hela said.
Nebula stayed silent, biting her lip. She so hated to make her weakness known, it seemed.
Hela intensified the spanking just a little bit more, hand coming down harder. The crack of each blow filled the throne room.
At that, Nebula couldn’t keep quiet. She shouted something indistinct, hands balling into fists before pressing against the floor, bracing herself. It was maybe a dozen slaps before she managed to force herself to stay quiet again, though the point had been made.
“Do you want me to stop?” Hela said.
“Only weak whores want mercy,” Nebula repeated, as much to herself as Hela. Her voice stayed remarkably level.
Despite that, a quake could be heard in her voice. She whimpered, more obviously, at the next spank.
Sooner than Hela had expected. She held back just a little bit more, and decided to talk; a distraction might help her last. That, and it’d be fun.
“How much do you want this?” Hela said. “You act so strong, so tough, but you give yourself to me so easily. You want to be fucked so much you’ll let me spank you, and when this is done you’d just plead to be humiliated more. What do you think that makes you?”
Nebula gritted her teeth, but couldn’t hide the shiver that ran through her.
“If I were to touch you, would I find that you’re wet already?” Hela said. “Are you enjoying being punished, are you enjoying being shown your place? How much do you need this?”
Hela struck harder to emphasize that; Nebula cried out again.
She had to be sore by now; despite the woman’s natural resilience, there was an undeniable discolouration over her ass, a new warmth that was a delight to feel each time Hela’s hand came down.
Hela still hadn’t slowed, not since the first spank. She kept going, kept listening to the sound of each smack, and the various gasps and whimpers and occasional shouts that Nebula was getting worse and worse at hiding.
There might have been the sound of footsteps; Hela spanked harder for several seconds then, the crack of skin on skin overwhelming it. She only lessened the force at the sight of Gamora.
The green woman was in the doorway; maybe she’d wanted to speak to her new host, find out about her plans, maybe she was exploring, or maybe she’d overheard her sister’s ordeal.
Whatever the case, this really didn’t seem to be the scene she’d expected to be faced with. Gamora came to a sudden stop, staring for long seconds at her sister, lying over Hela’s lap, ass exposed and in the air, taking a seemingly endless spanking.
Hela used her free hand to silently place a finger over her lips; both a request to not interrupt, and an implicit invitation to stay and watch.
This had the potential to be even more fun.
“Have you ever been spanked before?” Hela said.
No answer. Hela rolled her eyes; she’d have thought Nebula would have learnt by now.
She used a little more strength, considered, then used a little more again. The sudden cry at the renewed and improved power of her spanking elicited a rather lovely cry from Nebula; even after shock wore off she whimpered openly every few seconds.
“You must enjoy making things worse for yourself if you keep refusing to answer a simple question,” Hela said. “Tell me, my needy whore.”
“Yes, alright, yes!” Nebula shouted. Each time she opened her mouth, stopped biting her lip, a cry escaped.
“Who by?” Hela said. “Who last gave you the treatment you deserve?”
Nebula whimpered. That time, Hela was kind enough to give her a few seconds to regain her breath and respond; talking wasn’t as easy for her now.
“My sister,” Nebula said. She tried to grit her teeth, tried to make her voice less of a pained yell. “Back when- a while go. When we- ah! Sparred. When I lost, she did- she did so much to me. They were the stakes, and- ah!”
As she suspected. Hela smiled at the sudden yell from Nebula, and rewarded her by quickening the pace of her spanking.
She turned her attention to the watch Gamora; an odd expression crossed her face, almost a nostalgic smile. She quickly schooled it when she noticed Hela looking at her, though quickly relaxed, smiling again.
It seemed their voyeur was enjoying herself.
“Did she spank you as hard as this?” Hela said.
“No!” Nebula shouted.
“And yet you still put yourself through it, just to be used by me,” Hela said. “What does that make you?”
Nebula didn’t answer; that much, Hela allowed her.
Nebula started squirming a little more; Hela moved her free hand to the small of Nebula’s back, pinning her against her lap. It didn’t take too much force.
She kept spanking the same area. She could tell what Nebula was trying to do; shift around, make the blows come down on a different area, it’d offer some relief. Hela didn’t give it.
Soon, Nebula had to give up squirming. She cried out again, an almost choked sob, despite her best attempts to stay quiet.
“Stop!” Nebula shouted suddenly.
Hela smiled; she relented just a little, lowered the force of her spanking to something perhaps more bearable, but something that would no doubt still sting.
“What was that?” Hela said.
“Stop, you can stop already,” Nebula said. “You said when I’d ask you’d-”
“I did,” Hela said. “But didn’t you say something about that?”
“Fuck you,” Nebula said.
Nebula gritted her teeth; she managed to stay silent for an impressive few seconds, before at last crying out.
“Ok then! Ok, stop, please,” Nebula said, gasping.
“Say it,” Hela said.
“Only weak whores want mercy,” Nebula said. “And I’m a weak little whore, a weak, depraved, needy, desperate, submissive slut of a whore, just have pity, please!”
Hela smiled; she gave one last, harder smack, then lowered her hand. The other she withdrew, giving Nebula the freedom to roll off her lap, to kneel on the floor and hide her face, whimpering and gasping for air.
Hela waited patiently. Nebula shifted, looking away and looking down, pointedly not letting her bright, burning ass touch anything.
And then her gaze caught on a flash of green; Nebula’s eyes widened to see her sister standing there, Gamora’s expression both amused and fond.
“How long has-” Nebula began. Hela interrupted.
“Come in, Gamora,” Hela said. “There’s no need to hide yourself away now. Did you enjoy yourself?”
Gamora moved closer, slowly crossing the threshold. Her eyes didn’t leave her sister; Hela noted that, and smiled.
“Nebula, remove your clothing,” Hela said.
“But-”
“Do as I say,” Hela said. “You did this that I might use you, and each of us has seen you before. Or have you gone shy?”
Nebula quickly straightened. Her desperate confession from her spanking seemed to have made her rather easy to manipulate; it might be that she’d ended up in a submissive headspace, or just be a desperate attempt to try and seem strong and untouchable again.
“You’re… one of her…” Gamora began, watching as Nebula began to strip off.
“No!” Nebula snapped, pulling off her almost armoured top and exposing rounded breasts. “I- just have a bit of fun. Or did. Once. That’s it.”
“Would you like to taste her?” Hela said, to Gamora.
“Hey!” Nebula said. “I’m not one of your slaves, remember? You can’t just whore me out.”
She was slowly getting rid of the bottoms of her outfit, tenderly pulling it around her ass, when she looked up sharply at that.
“She’s done worse to you before,” Hela said. “Or are you simply ashamed of how wet she’ll find you?”
Nebula glared; Hela smiled.
“Come,” Hela said. “Sit on my lap.”
“I’m not-” Nebula began, then faltered. She stepped out of the last of her clothes. “I’m not- sitting.”
“Too weak?” Hela said.
Nebula glowered. Then slowly, stiffly, she walked back over and turned around; Hela had a nice, close look at her handiwork before Nebula started to sit down. A long low hiss escaped her lips as her thoroughly well-spanked ass reached Hela’s lap.
“There you go,” Hela said. “Doesn’t it feel good to be an obedient whore for me?”
Nebula gritted her teeth and stayed silent; Hela looked past her.
Gamora was looking at both of them, already visible aroused by the sight of her sister in such situations as these.
“Why don’t you tell me?” Hela said. “Taste her. Tell me what you find.”
For the space of one step, Gamora seemed wary; then she didn’t hesitated, getting on her knees in front of the throne, parting her adopted sister’s legs with her hands and kneeling between them and between Hela’s, her sister’s cunt right in front of her.
She paused, taking in the sight. It had been a long while since Nebula had been available for her like this; she missed it.
“I’ve never seen her this wet,” Gamora said, softly. Almost awed.
Nebula wriggled slightly, clearly uncomfortable with her arousal being so openly displayed. Or at least, being displayed when there was only one thing that could have turned her on so much.
Her breath quickened as she moved though, ass unavoidably rubbing against Hela.
“Never knew you liked getting spanked this much,” Gamora said, glancing up to meet her sister’s eyes, almost playfully.
“Yeah, well- shut up,” Nebula said.
Gamora looked down to hide her smile, paying more attention to her sister’s pussy. She leant nearer, close enough that Nebula could feel her breath on those achingly sensitive lips, marvelling at her sister’s undeniable arousal.
And then she lowered her head further, touched her tongue to Nebula’s cunt, and closed her eyes as she relished once again tasting her. She’d always loved how her sister tasted.
Her tongue delved inside, impatient. It really had been too long.
For as… complicated as her relationship with Nebula was, and how even at the start they’d done little more than fight, she had enjoyed these sessions of unwinding and taking a prize. Any other time, anyone else, she might’ve been considerably more reluctant to starting eating someone out in front of a relative stranger.
But seeing Nebula exposed, and being able to go to town on her again… That was worth anything.
Gamora’s hands ran up Nebula’s legs, stopping halfway up her hips to hold them open. Her tongue moved; Nebula gave a rather loud moan, far from the pained shouts of earlier.
Unlike with Hela, Nebula made no effort to hide her pleasure. It might have been because of who Gamora was, or she might just have been weary from her lengthy spanking.
“Say thank you,” Hela said softly, to Nebula.
The blue-skinned woman squirmed on Hela’s lap, trying to stay as still as she could but still shuddering from the sensations Gamora’s mouth sent through her. She gritted her teeth, but was too in the moment to consider disobeying.
Hela had punished her so many times before, and right now she didn’t want anything to stop.
“Thank you,” Nebula gasped, legs straining to wrap around her sister’s head. Gamora kept them help apart.
Nebula reached forward to grab her sister’s hair, to pull her in; Hela instead took her wrists, pulling them back, ensuring Nebula had no control over what Gamora did to her.
She moaned again, involuntarily louder.
Gamora, meanwhile, could pay no attention to that, too engrossed in eagerly licking her sister’s cunt. She could only half-hear the sounds Nebula made, the cries and gasps getting louder and louder.
Until Nebula shook again, a moan becoming a yelp as her ass shifted; even from Gamora’s distracted perspective there was no hiding the fact her sister came. Gamora leaned in, intent on savouring every second.
And when she pulled back her face was a mess, her sister’s wetness marking her; still, she wore a breathless smile, idly licking more of Nebula’s juices.
Then Nebula slid forwards. She gratefully moved off of Hela’s lap, letting herself kneel again and sparing herself the pain of any contact with her well-spanked behind. Gamora shifted back, standing, forcing herself to turn her attention from her breathless and nude sister, to a pleased looking Hela.
“Do you want to experience something more?” Hela said.
Gamora took a step back, quickly glancing down.
“More?” Gamora said. “Like what? I’ve seen some of what you have going on here, but I’m just visiting.”
“Does that mean you cannot enjoy yourself?” Hela said.
She focused, and created another faux-cock for herself. Long, dark, with a base extending on the other side of her armour, providing ever-enjoyable friction against her own core.
Gamora’s gaze was quickly drawn to it. She quirked an eyebrow.
“Cute trick,” she said.
“It has its uses,” Hela said. “I will not make you do anything. Ask Nebula; what you do is always by your choice. If you wish to enjoy it however, that option is open to you.”
Nebula was still kneeling, still recovering; she looked up at Hela was a kind of reluctant want. Gamora noted that; she couldn’t deny that much. Whatever else could be said of Hela, she’d met her sister’s high standards for fun.
Gamora pressed her legs together, uncomfortably aware that both her earlier sight of her sister, and the taste of her sister, had already had a profound effect on her.
Oh, what the hell?
Gamora moved closer, pushing her pants down as she did. When Hela didn’t move, she straddled the Goddess on her throne, relieved to feel more of the odd black surface rising out of the ground either side of it for her to kneel on.
She looked down, silently asking permission; when she tried to lower herself though, she felt Hela’s hands on her hips, stopping her.
“Take your top off,” Hela said. “Your sister is exposed, it is unfair for you to not be the same.”
Well, given what she was about to do, a little nudity didn’t really register. Gamora lifted her arms over her head, in one clean motion throwing the garment aside and exposing green breasts, just centimetres from Hela’s face.
Hela’s grip lessened, and Gamora let herself sink down. First her entrance pressed against the curved tip of the toy; then she pushed more, and felt it move inside her, felt it fill her.
She threw her head back, shaking her hair, as she felt herself take it to the base. Gamora inhaled, steadying herself.
She looked down the short way to Hela’s face, gauging the situation. Hela seemed perfectly content.
“Fuck yourself,” Hela said. “I give you control of that; show me how hard you like to be fucked. Show your sister how thoroughly you want to be used.”
“I can do that,” Gamora said. She cracked a grin, and began to move.
It took her a few moments to pick up her pace. She took the toy into her pussy with increasing ease, bracing her arms on the back of the throne to control her speed, up and down, up and down…
As soon as she could, she moved quickly, getting the toy to pound into her. She moaned, shaking her head again as she did, trying to focus more on the sensations than on Hela’s constant gaze.
“Didn’t I go through all that so that I’d be the one to get a turn?” Nebula said from the floor.
“You can help,” Hela said. “Do recall what I first did to you? Prepare your sister for the same.”
Gamora barely paid attention. She was vaguely aware of Nebula moving behind her, but didn’t think about much more. Whatever had happened between Hela and Nebula, Nebula seemed to have enjoyed it; that was all she focused on.
Nebula reached forward-
“Don’t use your hands,” Hela said.
There were a few seconds of quiet as Nebula puzzled it out. Gamora kept moving, adjusting posture so that she was almost more stationary, more of the motion horizontal; it kept the toy moving inside her, kept it hitting the spots that made her want to cry out.
“You’re kidding me,” Nebula said flatly.
“You remember how much you enjoyed obeying me, don’t you?” Hela said. “The choice is yours.”
Nebula didn’t say anything in response. The next Gamora knew was when she suddenly felt hands on her ass, parting the cheeks, and felt her sister’s breath. Then, with remarkably little warning, she felt Nebula’s tongue probing her asshole.
Gamora stopped riding for a moment, distracted, Hela still buried inside her; Nebula’s tongue circled, moving around the rim of the tight hole for a few moments before it pushed inside. Gamora couldn’t stop her breath quickening.
And when she began to rock again, began to move against Hela’s cock, she moaned.
“What- what are you doing?” Gamora said, breathless.
Nebula couldn’t answer, mouth too busy; she’d been hesitant to start with, but now she didn’t seem to want to stop rimming her sister.
“You should thank her,” Hela said. “She’s preparing you.”
“Preparing?” Gamora said, before realising. “You want to-”
“Have you ever had your ass used?” Hela said.
“Not- ah! Often,” Gamora said. “Not with her. I was always on top.”
She whimpered suddenly, Nebula reacting behind her. She rocked again, moving down harder against Hela; even Hela reacted slightly to the new friction.
“That’s going to change,” Hela said.
Gamora didn’t respond, moaning instead. Nebula’s grip on her ass tightened, fingertips digging in.
“Your sister believed she liked being in charge,” Hela said. “Look at her now; you should have heard how she screamed when I fucked her. And you saw how desperate she was to be used by me that she let herself be spanked. She’s learning her place. Would you like to feel as good as she does?”
Hela’s hands ran up Gamora’s sides, moving to her tits, pale skin against green as she held them. She pinched, just slightly, eliciting another delightful noise.
Despite all the sounds she was making, it was Hela that came first; her eyes fluttered shut for an instant, a groan escaping her lips as the green woman rode her. Gamora kept moving, too distracted by her sister’s tongue and the toy to realise the effect she’d had on Hela.
She took the toy as fast and as hard as she could, fucking herself on it, not caring that this stranger saw, not caring that her sister was part of it, she just wanted-
She was stopped suddenly by Hela grabbing her hips. An involuntary, desperate moan escaped her; Nebula didn’t notice, tongue pushing deeper-
“Stop,” Hela said, looking over Gamora’s shoulder, before looking into her eyes. “It’s time. I want you to get on your knees.”
A reluctant Nebula pulled back; then she quickly adjusted her expression, not wanting to show how much she’d liked licking her sister’s ass. She stiffened especially when Gamora faced her.
Gamora was unsteady on her feet, brought to the brink and left achingly close; she almost fell over as soon as her feet were back on the floor. She had just enough strength however to stand there and look at Hela.
“And if I don’t want anal?” Gamora said.
“Your sister could take it,” Hela said. “Can’t you?”
Gamora glowered briefly, her expression momentarily so like Nebula’s.
“I’m not going to fall for some cheap psychology,” Gamora said. Still, she paused, glanced down at Nebula; and regardless of her words she obeyed, lowering herself to her knees, then bending over forwards.
Hela shifted, getting out of her throne. She moved behind Gamora and looked down, taking in the sight of this new woman offering herself to her.
Then she knelt, lining up the toy with Gamora’s asshole; it was wet, opened up just slightly by Nebula’s rimming. Perfect; Hela began to push, initially taking her time. Anticipation was such a fun thing to prolong.
Nebula leaned closer, almost cat-like on all-fours by Gamora’s side. She seemed torn between watching the toy slowly sink into her sister, and watching Gamora’s face, watching the flickers of shame and pain and pleasure that always accompanied someone’s first time with Hela.
There was an undeniable thrill in seeing her sister humiliated; she leaned closer to listen as she whimpered, waiting for inch after inch to be pushed into Gamora.
Hela noted that and smirked, though she still took her time. Gamora’s ass was prepared, but she enjoyed prolonging this moment, enjoyed making prospective toys wonder just how much was going to fit inside them.
Halfway…
Gamora gave a long, low, keening moan. Her hands gripped the floor, her eyes closed; Nebula’s grin widened.
“Too much for you?” Nebula said.
“Not even close,” Gamora said, opening her eyes to glance sideways at her sister. Still, she moaned again.
And then Hela had finished, pushing the last inch of her toy cock into Gamora’s asshole, rather pleased by how tight she was even with preparation.
When she stopped moving for a moment, Gamora pushed back. She arched her back at the feeling of being filled, body already thrumming from when she’d ridden the toy moments before.
Then Hela began to move, slow to begin with, almost tearing the moans from Gamora’s throat; she threw her head back as Hela kept going, unable to hide her reaction. Not that she was particularly trying.
“Does it feel good, sister?” Nebula said, almost mocking. Her voice was little more than a whisper, her head so close to Gamora’s. “Having your asshole used, getting dominated and fucked like you always deserved?”
A spark went through Gamora at the words; normally she might have hated the effect they had on her, but just then she was too caught up in the moment to care about anything beyond how good it felt.
She pushed back as Hela thrust forward, getting up a rhythm, trying to quicken as Hela did too.
“Look at you,” Nebula said, “I always knew you were eager to get fucked. Go on, keep taking it, scream, show us all how you love being an anal whore.”
Gamora couldn’t focus enough to say anything in response, but her moans were undeniable.
Then Nebula yelped; Hela reached forward and spanked her again, just a couple of times, but on still-stinging skin.
“You are just as much a whore as she,” Hela said. “Don’t forget your place. Tell me, how did your sister’s ass taste?”
Nebula glared back, though her expression swiftly became milder when she met Hela’s eyes.
“Though you are right,” Hela said. “Only a true whore could scream as much as she is; I could have so much fun with the two of you, seeing just how depraved you truly are.”
Hela turned her attention down; her hands returned to Gamora’s hips, gripping them more rightly so that she could moved faster, pound into Gamora without pushing her away.
“Would you like that?” Hela said. “Watch I and my spoils take turns with your sister? Watch as each of her holes was filled, all at once, and watch her lose count of how many times she came; watch her beg to be spanked again and again because she’s nothing but a weak, needy whore that’d do anything to be dominated.”
Gamora threw her head back, moaning again. Nebula glowered at her, managing to at least look at her sister; she tried to ignore the need starting up again between her legs.
“Or perhaps you’d prefer her to watch you,” Hela said, smile widening. “Have her see what a whore you can be, a cock in your cunt, another in your ass, another in your mouth. Maybe more than one. Let your sister see you cum from being more thoroughly fucked then you ever dreamed of being, show her that you’re the biggest slut of the family. Would you like that?”
Gamora screamed again, and Nebula started to smile. It was that smirk that filled Gamora’s vision when she came.
Hela slowed, but kept moving throughout, kept using Gamora’s ass while she cried out, dragging out every second. Gamora’s fingertips dug into the floor; Nebula grabbed her head to stop her shaking too much, to make sure she could look at her throughout.
Then, breathless, Gamora collapsed.
Nebula withdrew; Hela took longer to pull back, keeping the toy present and jutting out proudly, surveying the two sisters.
“How like your sister are you?” Hela said, after a short break. Gamora shifted, turning over to face her. “She had her ass used before, like you, but she had never cleaned up after herself. Have you?”
“What?” Gamora said. She sat up. “No, I wouldn’t-”
“A pity,” Hela said. “Nebula.”
The blue-skinned woman was kneeling, legs pressed together in still-growing arousal. It had been so satisfying to see Gamora like that; if the cost was Gamora seeing her in similar humiliation, so be it.
That time, denial never even crossed Nebula’s mind. She’d cleaned her own ass from Hela’s cock before, and she’d licked Gamora’s, this didn’t feel like anything new.
She crawled over to the Goddess, lowered her head, and immediately gulped it down from tip to hilt.
Gamora moved closer, less to get involved, more to be sure she was really seeing it; Nebula met her gaze, silently daring her to say something. All the while, Nebula boobed back and forth, again tasting Gamora’s ass.
“Tell me, my weak whore, do you enjoy cleaning your sister’s ass?” Hela said.
Nebula pulled back. She flinched a little at the nickname, but had to squeeze her legs together again, increasingly hating the kinds of things Hela could turn her on with.
She reluctantly pulled her mouth off of the toy to speak. Gamora stared, watching both the toy and her lips as they left it, still almost captivated by what Nebula had just done.
“So much,” Nebula said. Then, thinking she was too breathless, she straightened; “Almost as much as I loved seeing you make her scream and treat her like nothing but an anal whore.”
“Just like you,” Hela said.
Nebula faltered, and looked down.
“Say it,” Hela said.
“Like a weak anal whore, like me,” Nebula said. Fuck, why did that turn her on?
Hela smiled. She rested a hand on Nebula’s shoulder, applying just enough force to stop her returning to licking the toy.
“You wouldn’t want to be selfish, would you?” Hela said. She looked to where Gamora had moved. “Are you sure you don’t want to help?”
“I-” Gamora began. She hesitated.
It was disgusting, it was humiliating- and watching her sister do it was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. She looked from the cock, to Nebula.
“I’ll- try it,” Gamora said. “Just out of curiosity. Nothing… else.”
“Acceptable,” Hela said.
She turned her hips; Nebula stared jealously as Gamora was presented with the toy. Gamora blinked, still pausing for a few moments as she made herself reconsider.
Then she leaned forwards, tentatively taking just the head into her mouth, unsure of what to expect. Unlike Nebula, she didn’t default to deepthroating.
She did however suddenly go deeper when Hela’s hand pressed on the back of her head, making the toy hit the back of her throat. Gamora made a muffled sound, and had no choice but to taste her own ass.
At first it wasn’t pleasant, but something about doing this, especially doing it in front of Nebula, made her stick it out. She started to move, Hela’s grip lessening slightly, lips going up and down the toy.
At some point she started to enjoy it, even the harsh taste; her movement became more eager, tongue circling the toy.
It was Nebula’s hands that grabbed her hair next, tugging her back. Gamora inhaled, turned to face her sister:
“My turn,” Nebula said. She almost hissed the words before leaning over the toy; her lips were around the base within the second.
Hela’s lips curled. She just watched, enjoying the look on Gamora’s face; at first she seemed affronted, then confused as to why she missed cleaning the toy, then relieved when after a handful of back-and-forths Nebula moved her mouth off it, and offered it back to Gamora.
Suddenly they seemed almost to be completing. Gamora couldn’t deepthroat as quickly as Nebula, not without her enhancements, but she forced herself to take more and more of the toy’s length.
The taste really didn’t bother her any more. She might not love it quite as much as Nebula, but she didn’t mind it. Especially when mixed with her sister’s saliva, she could enjoy it.
Gamora pulled back to let Nebula take over again. Nebula kept her eyes open, looking at her sister as the toy went down her throat. She lingered for a few moments at the base before moving back and off, giving up her turn remarkably quickly.
Accepting the unspoken challenge with a smirk, Gamora leaned in. She pulled her head back and took the toy into her mouth, tongue circling in, as if it needed any more moistening. She tasted herself, and kept moving.
Back, forth, back, forth, until she convinced herself to try and leaned further down it again, eager to see how much she could swallow. On her third attempt she managed as much as Nebula, lips surrounding the base.
Hela smiled to herself; it was good to hear gagging from at least one of them.
It was just a couple of seconds before Gamora pulled back, gasping for air. Nebula went to take over, but Hela gestured for her to stop.
“It’s clean,” Hela said. “If you want to taste her again, I suggest you ask her.”
Nebula pulled back; both she and her sister looked suddenly self-conscious. In the momentary thrill of the challenge they’d all but forgotten what exactly it was they’d been doing.
Hela sat down back on her throne. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the faux-cock.
“Nebula,” she said after a moment. “Would you be interested in having a collar?”
Nebula stiffened.
“I told you,” she said, “I’m not going to become one of your slaves. This is fun, that’s all it-”
“I did not ask you to become one of my toys,” Hela said. “I asked if you wanted to wear a collar. It could be temporary, if you wish it. Don’t think I did not see how much you enjoyed being used and spanked and ordered to debase yourself; a collar is only another thing you might enjoy. It will make it clear to everyone that you are nothing but a weak, needy whore.”
Nebula opened her mouth to speak, then faltered. She pointedly didn’t look at Gamora.
“Temporary?” Nebula said.
“For only so long as you want it,” Hela said.
“I…” Nebula began. “While I’m here. Only while I’m here, doesn’t mean I’m going to stick around. Got that?”
“I understand, my whore,” Hela said. “Come closer.”
Nebula did glance at her sister then; Gamora watched with a smirk on her face, more teasing than mocking.
Still, Nebula obeyed, moving closer before kneeling at Hela’s feet. In one simple gesture Hela reached out, touching the blue woman’s neck and forging a collar from the black, locking it tightly. Only she would ever be able to remove it.
A slow smile crossed Nebula’s face as it formed. The moment she became aware of it her eyes widened, and she quickly schooled her expression.
She appeared rather pleased with herself when she moved back however. Then, Gamora stepped forward.
“Can I- like her?” Gamora said, not be outdone. “It was fun. And as weirded out as I am by what you’re doing here, I wouldn’t mind something like that again.”
“Say what you want,” Hela said.
Gamora only paused for a moment; Nebula watched her.
“Please can you collar me, so that everyone who sees me will know I’m your whore, and I let you humiliate me however you want,” Gamora said. She seemed surprised by how easily the words flowed from her.
Hela smiled, and gestured for her to come nearer too.
Temporary. The delusions of broken spoils did so amuse her. True, she’d give them a little more freedom than the others while dealing with this Thanos threat, but that didn’t mean anything.
When it was all over they’d need to consider what to do with their lives now they lacked their mission. Hela knew exactly where they’d be when they waited, and knew full well they’d never want to leave Asgard.
She was experienced at this. Still, she’d allow them their beliefs for now.
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