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Spoils of War	By : razzaname Category: Marvel Verse Movies > no category yet Views: 49618 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'd planned this chapter for a little while, but after a review had to move it up.
With a potential new threat out there, Hela’s mind was on consolidation. Asgard’s dominion had grown, but it would perhaps be better to slow for a bit, wait for this problem to be sorted out before she expanded again.
She couldn’t afford to stretch herself too thin.
True, with the armies she could resurrect her forces were effectively limitless, but when she was dealing with major threats it would take a personal touch.
Hela sat in her throne, and idly toyed with the chain of the green Infinity Stone she’d taken from that earthly sorcerer. She was fairly sure she’d rid it of all traces of Strange’s power; magic and science were interconnected on Asgard, she was practised at needing to do so.
Now… She grew stronger every second she was in her realm. True, the rate at which her power increased was slowing, but it was still growing. Perhaps she could take advantage of the stone for that, accelerate time within Asgard while the rest of the universe continued like normal.
By the time this Thanos could launch an attack, she’d have doubled, trebled, quadrupled in strength.
She gripped the Stone tighter in her hand, and stood up.
She’d been working on controlling each of the Stones in her possession. The mind stone was probably the hardest; she had practise with the cube, and the time stone was set in a pendant apparently meant to make it more intuitive to channel.
When it came to consolidating power they would be useful; with any luck she could get some more benefits from it too.
Of all the worlds in her empire, Earth was the one that worried her. It had fought back with far more power than it had any right to possess. She doubted it could possibly have any more secret weapons, but she was not nearly foolish enough to rely on that supposition.
Things had gone poorly enough. No, she needed to do something else to break Earth’s spirit.
To do that, she needed information. Hela chose to visit Jane and Darcy; at this hour they’d be together in their room. Far from being engaged in any risqué activity however they quietly spooned atop the sheets.
The two of them were the ideal people to talk to. As well as being human, they’d served as her spoils for the longest. Hela was satisfied that each of them was well broken in, both used to their new roles.
Wanda and Natasha were the other options. Hela barely considered it; Natasha was still in the process of realising her need to submit, while Wanda was… motivated. Though she was submitting easily now, Hela harboured no illusions as to how easy it would be for Wanda’s hatred of her for the death of that android to overwhelm.
Both had given their bodies over, or would do eagerly; they’d only convinced themselves it was only a matter of sex. Jane and Darcy meanwhile had given themselves over body and soul, like good toys.
“Does your world have heroes?” Hela said to them.
Both immediately sat up when she made her presence known. They made no effort to cover themselves, having long since learned not to.
“Mostly the Avengers,” Jane said. “You fought them, they…”
“Not warriors,” Hela said. “Any world has people that would fight for it. I mean heroes that the people look up to, role models and saviours and sources of inspiration.” She paused. “Women would be… more enjoyable.”
“I…” Jane began, and glanced sideways to Darcy. “I guess. I always look up to figures in science, but that’s not really a worldwide thing.”
“Probably still the Avengers,” Darcy said. “People look up to them.”
“They are contemporary,” Hela said. “The way people regard contemporaries is not the same way they regard historical idols.”
To defile the supposed untouchable was a tried and tested way to break a realm’s spirit. She had only to decide on a target; the time stone she now bore would make the rest easier.
When she had names, she took Jane with her to Earth. It sounded as though the Earth had some kind of networked database, technology woefully primitive by her standards but still technology she had no knowledge of how to use.
Jane could do that for her, finding out the last few bits and pieces she needed. Further, she could look at images of many of the people, decide upon which she’d prefer to target.
That and it was rather enjoyable to walk Jane around her old homeworld in nothing but her collar. There was something so uniquely humiliating about exposing someone to their own people.
Hela took more time to prepare, and took a last moment to confirm nothing was approaching Asgard, before leaving via the Bifrost to New York.
At least the locals new to get out of her way by now.
Hela walked to a nearby address. She adjusted her balance, lifted both hands, and called upon the awesome might of the time stone; green light wreathed one hand, and with a gesture from her other time began to unwind.
Ten years, twenty… She kept a mental count in the back of her mind. Her target window wasn’t exactly narrow, but it would be easy to overshoot.
The building before her altered, doors and windows being replaced entirely, walls becoming newer, then different, then newer again.
When Hela slowed, it might as well have been a different building.
Smiling, she strode in. People were inside, so she could expect that her target was too. If not, it would be a simple matter to rewind a little more.
They reacted to her presence, as she’d expected. They were no threat; the most advanced technology of their future was no danger to her, so these agents meant nothing.
Guns fired, men shouted. She didn’t even need to fight back, merely gesturing and embedding one of her summoned blades into the wall. That sufficed to make them run.
She didn’t want to kill them, for once. It would serve no purpose; indeed, it would run counter to her goals. Much like Jane, it would be better to ease her latest spoil into her new life, only let her realise she belonged to a conqueror when she had accepted her place.
That, and these were people from decades past. To have them out, to have them spread the word that Hela could bend time to her whim…
Yet more to ensure Earth would not dare challenge her, and she could focus her attention on more important matters.
There were not many women in the building. From what she had learned of Earth’s history, that was not a surprise. She had not yet glimpsed the one she sought, so she kept walking.
Upstairs, stride through the pitifully inadequate security…
And then she came face to face with a woman holding a gun to her head. She wore a blazer, a skirt, stockings, and a set expression on her face. At last. Hela only smiled.
“Peggy Carter, I presume?” Hela said. “You can shoot, if you wish it. You would not be the first.”
Peggy paused.
“Why are you here?” she said.
“To meet with you,” Hela said.
Another pause. Peggy lowered her gun, though it seemed to be more out of accepting the fact it didn’t seem as though it would do anything, than resignation.
Still, her gaze drifted to behind Hela. No bodies, no one hurt.
Hela knew what she was doing.
“Are you responsible for changing the street?” Peggy said.
“The street went untouched,” Hela said. “It was this building.”
“And you’re responsible?” Peggy said again.
“I took you into your future. My present,” Hela said. “As I said, I wished to meet. I don’t like repeating myself.”
“You… brought us… me, into the future?” Peggy said.
Others were fleeing, taking advantage of how Peggy occupied her attention. Hela didn’t mind; this would be far easier to begin if Peggy didn’t have an audience.
“I have read about you and your era,” Hela said. “Certain things that are kept secret, others that were almost unthinkable. I thought I would do you a favour.”
“A favour?” Peggy echoed.
“How many women have you thought about giving yourself to?” Hela said.
Peggy faltered.
“I understand it is more… taboo in this time,” Hela said. “It is not to me, you have no reason to be shy.”
“That’s- I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” Peggy finally managed to say.
“Indeed?” Hela stepped closer.
A myriad expressions crossed Peggy’s face. She’d not seen Hela hurt anyone, not really, but the goddess was inherently unnerving. The power she emanated, how easily she’d apparently plucked the SSR building into the future…
And then there was the downright predatory smirk on her face. Peggy backed away instinctively, backs of her legs bumping into a desk.
“I can give you what you want,” Hela said. “Easily. All those thoughts you’ve been trying to conceal, I can help you let them out, help you act on them; I can make your toes curl and your throat sore from screaming, make you beg and lose any sense of whether you want more or if it’s too much.”
Her voice never lifted, never quickened; Peggy, meanwhile, started to flush.
“What do you want?” Peggy said.
“I want you to sit on the edge of that desk,” Hela said.
Almost consciously, Peggy obeyed. Her skirt was not a short one, but from this angle it was a much easier task to push it up and reach up to her-
Hela neared. Peggy took a moment to consciously reorder her thoughts.
“Really,” Peggy said. “You can’t expect me to believe you rewrote the laws of time just to see if I was- like that.”
“You are well known in this time,” Hela said. “Why would I not? Once I possessed a fragment of omnipotence, easily able to maintain the paradox, it was easy. I rather think there are a fair number of people that would want this; unfortunately for them, you are mine.”
“I’m not,” Peggy said. “I-”
Hela laid a hand on her leg, in one motion curling it under the hem of her skirt. It barely rested above Peggy’s knee, but the contact was undeniably inappropriate, even through her stockings.
“Look at me,” Hela said.
Peggy caught herself, dragging her gaze back up to Hela’s face. She looked the woman in the eyes, trying to recall what she’d intended to do, how she’d intended to respond to the intruder-
“I’ll stop. I’ll leave, and return you to your proper time,” Hela said. “If you do one thing.”
Peggy didn’t blink.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me, honesty, that you have never thought of a woman,” Hela said. “That you have never longed for this, that you have never resisted the hang-ups of this time and wanted one to take you. Even if there have been men as well, have you never found yourself dreaming of another woman, longing for her touch?”
Peggy’s breath quickened; she opened her mouth to speak, but found she couldn’t lie. A couple of faces flickered past in her mind’s eye.
Hela’s hand drifted up a little higher, skating over nylon.
“Maybe,” Peggy said, finding her voice. “But even if you’re right, that doesn’t mean I want you, and-”
“Doesn’t it?” Hela said.
“And it doesn’t mean I’m going to-”
Her words were cut off with a sudden squeak as Hela’s fingertips crossed the tops of her stockings and touched tender, bare skin. The sudden contact was like electricity.
Hela did so enjoy stifling cultures; even the strongest from them could easily be caught off-guard when taboos were so easily broken. She could almost see Peggy’s mind struggle to keep up with what was happening.
She was almost jealous; it must feel good to at last have what she’d secretly craved.
Hela’s hand stopped, just inches away from its ultimate goal. Peggy didn’t dare move.
“A second challenge, then,” Hela said. “If my hand were to keep moving, would I find you wet? Would I find that your body longs for this?”
“That’s- it’s not-” Peggy tried to say, already breathless.
“Tell me, what is your time’s word for one like you?” Hela said. “Wanton, craving another woman’s touch. You must have a term.”
“I- lesbian,” Peggy said.
“A needy little lesbian,” Hela said. She rolled the word over in her mouth. “I like the sound of that.”
Peggy tried to steady her breathing rather than speak, and Hela’s fingertips crossed the remaining distance, ghosting up Peggy’s inner thigh. The moisture was undeniably; they curled around Peggy’s panties, tugging just a little to slip inside.
Hela raised her eyebrows; even she was surprised by just how well Peggy was responding to this. Peggy, meanwhile, flushed.
“So at every turn, it seems you want this,” Hela said.
Red-faced, Peggy made herself stare back. She normally refused to be ashamed, but this was different; this was something she had actually tried to keep quiet, secret thoughts and fantasies this stranger was effortlessly unpicking-
“Maybe,” Peggy said, soft.
Hela smiled.
“Is- Is this really why you’re here?” Peggy said. “Just to… find me, and…”
“Anything more will only be at your request,” Hela said.
Peggy closed her eyes, trying desperately to stop panting.
This was stupid, it couldn’t be having this much of an effect on her. It was just the surprise, surely? Soon she’d regain control, and-
Hela’s hand still rested just within Peggy’s panties; one moved away, slipping and pressing against Peggy’s slick cunt, then pushing inside. It curled, easily navigating her, easily finding where to press.
A whimper escaped Peggy’s lips, then a moan, seconds apart.
“That is how good one finger feels,” Hela said. “Would you like two?”
All thoughts forgotten, Peggy just nodded desperately.
Hela waited a few moments, rather enjoying the sight of another of this world’s heroes flushed red, with her lips parted in barely contained bliss.
She withdrew her finger, then two slid forwards in its place, effortlessly parting the lips before them. Peggy couldn’t help but moan at the contact; Hela barely had to move, curling and rubbing only a little, and eliciting such delightful sounds.
“Perhaps you’ll want three,” Hela said, voice low. “Perhaps more. Perhaps one day I’ll fit my whole fist inside you, and you’ll still be moaning like this. And that’s just one of the things I can do with only one hand, but look at how wet it’s gotten you. My, you really do need this, don’t you?”
Peggy whimpered, and couldn’t help but squirm.
“Please.”
Hela’s lips curled; to think, this was what so little contact achieve. She didn’t touch Peggy with any more than that one hand, arm reaching forwards under her skirt. Otherwise, she merely stood to watch the agent start writhing, watch her cry out.
With remarkable speed, Peggy came, her hands gripping the edge of the desk in an effort to not shudder so much she fell.
When she at last managed to open her eyes, still panting, Hela’s face filled her vision.
“You really are repressed,” Hela said. “Two fingers please you that much?”
“I- it’s-” Peggy began, panting. “It’s a… new experience.”
“One you thought of often, I presume,” Hela said.
Her hand was still inside Peggy. Peggy paused, then exhaled. No point in hiding anything now.
“Somewhat,” Peggy said.
“And, though you came, you still want more,” Hela said.
“I… yes,” Peggy said.
“A needy, lesbian whore,” Hela said. She rolled the word over in her mouth again, enjoying the effect it had on Peggy. “Well?”
Peggy faltered. Her 50s era values rebelled at everything Hela was doing and saying, but all of that only created a heat in her.
“I’m a needy, lesbian whore,” Peggy said, breath coming faster as she spoke. “And could you – please – do that again?”
“No,” Hela said.
Peggy hesitated.
“But I could do something else,” Hela said. Slowly she withdrew her hand, trailing it down Peggy’s stockinged thigh and lifting her wet fingertips to the air just in front of Peggy’s face. “If you earned it.”
Peggy stared, captivated by the fingers in front of her, still feeling the tingles from the aftershocks they’d caused.
Then, learning quickly and guessing what was wanted, she opened her mouth and leant forwards; she might have wanted to think, but she was too enthralled by the prospect of fulfilling countless desires.
Hela watched her move, felt Peggy’s tongue circle around each of her fingers as she moved down. The agent tasted herself eagerly.
“Take off that blazer,” Hela said.
Peggy obeyed, hands moving almost subconsciously to tug it back and let it slip from her shoulders, leaving her in a rather low-cut, formal top. Her mouth stayed around Hela’s fingers.
“Good,” Hela said. “Now, I’m going to ask you to get on your knees. You are to use your tongue, and nothing else. You are going to earn every little thing that I’m going to do to you, and you are going to thank me properly for giving you exactly what you needed.”
Peggy nodded; for a moment she almost pulled back, but Hela curled her fingers around her jaw, holding her still in place, still with fingers in her mouth.
“Not yet,” Hela said. “I want my fingers to be clean. Are you enjoying how you taste?”
Peggy gave a muffled moan; an undeniable yes.
Never breaking eye contact, Hela lifted her other arm, and trailed her hand down the buttons on Peggy’s shirt, one after the other falling open. The red that had started to fade from Peggy’s cheeks returned.
“When you have thanked me properly, then I will give you what you want, if you ask me nicely enough,” Hela said. “Now, I think it’s time.”
Hela withdrew her hand swiftly; Peggy stumbled for a moment. She slipped off the desk, first to her feet. Hela looked at her expectantly.
“Here?” Peggy said.
“We could move it outside, if you wish,” Hela said.
Peggy hesitated, not sure if Hela was joking. Still, she obeyed, moving down to her knees; she looked up, unsure of what to do with Hela’s armour in the way.
“It must be uncomfortable to kneel in that skirt,” Hela said.
Peggy shifted, the hem bunching around her knees slightly. She shifted, needing to push it up.
“Do you want me to take it off too?” Peggy said.
“Do you want to?” Hela said.
“I- yes,” Peggy said.
Hela inclined her head; Peggy shuffled on the spot, letting her skirt fall past her knees, before kicking it off. She looked up, flushed, somewhat dishevelled already. Now she was garbed in only an undone blouse, stockings, and a plain bra and panties beneath.
It was a wonderfully lewd look for one of this world’s heroes, especially when she was on her knees.
In the time it had taken her to remove her skirt, Hela had dismissed the lower part of her own outfit, leaving her core bare. Peggy blinked when her attention returned to it, but her mind was too focused on something else to dwell.
Peggy leaned forwards; Hela stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
“I know you must be desperate. You must have thought about licking cunt so many times, but you should always ask,” Hela said.
“Please?” Peggy said. “Can I taste you?”
“Why?” Hela said.
“Because-” Confusion flickered across Peggy’s features. “You wanted…”
Hela bit back a sigh. That was the downside with repressed cultures; so easy to make them beg, so hard to make them beg well.
“You’re my lesbian toy, a depraved whore that craves cunt and would do anything to taste it, give up anything to lick me, right?” Hela said.
Peggy whimpered at the words, but nodded. Hela rolled her eyes.
“Tell me,” Hela said.
“I-” Peggy began. She paused, flushed again, then hurriedly spoke. “I’m a desperate lesbian whore who’d do anything to taste you, I’ll give you anything you want, just please let me show you how much of a needy dyke whore I am.”
Better. Hela smiled, then gripped the back of Peggy’s head tighter.
“Show me,” Hela said, and pulled her closer.
Peggy got her first taste of a pussy other than her own as Hela held her there; with more eagerness than skill, her tongue poked out, exploring and relishing every moment.
It was a short while before Peggy realised exactly what she was doing; she was too caught up in finally being able to lick someone. She quickly focused, knowing exactly what Hela wanted.
“Oh, how often have you dreamed of this, my lesbian slut?” Hela said.
Peggy gave a muffled moan in response, mouth rather busy. Hela wound her hands in the woman’s hair, ensuring she wouldn’t stop.
“I have others you know. I think you’d be at home with them,” Hela said. She closed her eyes as Peggy’s tongue kept moving. “Women who are as needy as you, who know their place like you. I think you would… get along.”
She kept her grip on Peggy’s head, ensuring the woman would do nothing but lick her, and making sure she listened to every word. By what she could feel of Peggy’s breath, Peggy seemed to like the prospect.
“Perhaps I’ll take you with me, when we’re done here,” Hela said, as though it was in any doubt. “And every day you can practise this, you can be on your knees and show me how much you love being a little lesbian whore.”
Peggy’s response was still muffled, but there was no disguising the eagerness with which her tongue worked.
She might be inexperienced, but there was no denying she’d thought about doing this so many times. Enthusiasm made up for a lot.
Her tongue criss-crossed, exploring, swiftly working out what to do and relishing the opportunity.
“You learn fast. You must have known you were meant for this,” Hela said. Her fingertips dug in to the back of Peggy’s head, spurring her on. “You’d enjoy serving my other toys, learning how to do this all the better, and maybe even teaching them a thing or two. And perhaps I’ll bring you back here for a visit.”
Hela cocked her head, regarding the kneeling woman, the increasingly dishevelled wavy brown hair between her legs.
“How many women have you thought of?” Hela said. “People you know that you couldn’t help but dream about, long for, long to be used by. Or, perhaps, to use yourself. You could show them everything you’ve learnt, stop pretending to be anything other than my lesbian slut.”
Peggy’s tongue faltered for a moment. It seemed to be more distracted than reluctance, captivation by the idea; it took just a slight tug on her hair for Peggy to quickly return to what she was doing.
That was an idea to consider. Perhaps it could be a reward, depending on how well Peggy played her part. Hela was starting to get quite a taste for the humans in her collection.
Hela closed her eyes and came, a low momentary groan slipping past her lips.
She felt Peggy’s tongue move inside her, felt her savour those long moments. Hela barely needed to hold her there.
It took a little more force to pull Peggy back though, pulling on her hair so that she could look up, wetness smeared over her lips. She panted, almost grinning.
“Th-thank you,” Peggy said.
She hadn’t even needed prompting. Promising.
“I think you’ve earned a reward,” Hela said. “Stand up.”
Peggy obeyed that quickly, though she did stumble slightly. She wasn’t even the one who’d cum, and she was still unsteady.
Hela reached out, a hand on each of Peggy’s shoulders. At last she pushed the blouse down her arms; Peggy helped discard it, too excited to be self-conscious.
“Back against the desk,” Hela said. “And take that off.”
Hela gestured to her bra; Peggy obeyed, unclasping and finally exposing her tits. She exhaled as she did so, shivering in the air.
Hela waited.
It was always fun to wait, to not do anything but let a prize stew, let them imagine all manner of possibilities. Get them nice and ready, as though Peggy needed to be any more eager.
“What do you want?” Hela said, keeping an arm’s length from the breathless woman.
“Your fingers,” Peggy said. “Again. Please. I want to take more than two, I want to feel them inside me, please!”
She gripped the front of the desk, knuckles already white as she gripped it. Hela hadn’t even touched her yet.
“No,” Hela said.
“Wh-what?” Peggy said. She tried to straighten, tried to regain some of her older, more imposing manner. It failed. “You promised-”
“I promised I’d fuck you,” Hela said. “I can do better than my fingers.”
Idly, she manifested a toy around her waist. Long, black, it jutted out proudly and pointing directly at Peggy. The woman’s eyes went wide.
“You-” Peggy began.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Hela said.
“Please,” Peggy whimpered.
Eyes wide, she just stared at the toy. Such things might have existed in her time, but they likely weren’t as commonplace as they were by Jane and Darcy’s era.
It might be her first time seeing one. It might even be her first such fantasy, depending on how familiar she’d been with the idea. Now that was a fun thought.
“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to be mine,” Hela said.
Peggy hesitated again, her eyes still not moving from the toy. She wetted her lips.
“I want to be a lesbian whore for you,” Peggy said. “Let me give you- Take everything from me, fuck my dyke cunt, let me scream for you, please, ruin me for anyone else.”
She inhaled, still struggling to steady her breathing. She almost trembled with need.
“I want to feel that inside me,” Peggy said, breathless. “I want to feel you fuck me and fill my cunt, do anything you want, please, just- just please fuck me again, fuck your lesbian slut. I need it, I need it so much.”
Her cheeks coloured as she pleaded; Hela never blinked, never looking away. When Peggy fell silent, she smiled.
“Turn around,” Hela said.
Peggy pressed her legs together for a moment, but quickly obeyed, standing facing over the desk; Hela was immediately at her back, a hand once again wound in her hair to bend her over. A moment later and Peggy found her face pressed to the desk.
Her cheek was against a small pile of papers, uncaring of how much of a mess she made. And, at the angle her head was pinned at, she faced the giant SSR logo on the wall, a firm reminder of the agency she was representing here.
Peggy bit her lip, bent over the desk with her ass up in the air. She could feel Hela’s gaze on it almost as tangibly as her touch.
Fuck. There was a sudden feeling of pressure, and Hela yanked her panties away, tearing them. Left in only her stockings, Peggy waited.
“Please,” Peggy whimpered. “Fuck your lesbian whore, please, please, I need to feel you in me.”
“Good girl,” Hela said.
One hand was still on the back of Peggy’s head; Hela’s other held the base of her toy, orienting it as she moved forwards, aiming it for the agent’s wet cunt.
Peggy whimpered the first instant she felt it, the head of the toy beginning to part her lips. She pushed back, moaning as Hela took her time to push forwards.
“How does it feel?” Hela said, low, guiding the toy on. It was maybe halfway in.
“So good,” Peggy moaned.
“Do you want the rest?” Hela said.
“Please!” Peggy said, arching back. “Fill my cunt, fuck your whore, please!”
She was learning. Still, Hela moved slowly until the toy was buried inside her, enjoying the way her latest spoil squirmed around it.
“Do you want me to be gentle?” Hela said. “Or are you a good little slut that can take more?”
“I’ll be a good dyke slut for you,” Peggy gasped. She wriggled around the toy, head still pinned to the desk. “As hard as you want. Please, just, please give me more.”
Hela smiled. She gave Peggy a few seconds to adjust to the presence of the toy inside her, and as a reward for how quickly she’d learned to beg Hela took a few seconds more to accelerate.
Then Peggy was crying out as Hela fucked her, thrusting back and forth with increasing speed. A hand keeping her head down, another on her ass to ensure she wasn’t pushed over the desk.
Peggy couldn’t recall ever being used like this, of ever even thinking of being used this hard, but she couldn’t do anything except moan for more.
“I want you to remember something,” Hela said.
How the hell was her voice so level? Peggy cried out, indistinct, the faux-cock making it feel like her whole body was alight.
“I want you to remember when I first came in here,” Hela said. “How you reacted, assuming I was a threat, daring to fight me. Think of how little time has passed. You submitted so easily; I think you know as well as I that you needed this, you longed to be nothing but a submissive lesbian slut. So I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
“Thank you!” Peggy shouted, voice rising to a scream. “Oh god, thank you!”
And she wasn’t deluding herself and pretending she was anything else; Hela smiled. This was refreshing.
“How many women have you imagined?” Hela said. “How often did you dream of being owned, giving in to being nothing but a toy?”
“I- ah! I n-never thought of- oh god! This,” Peggy said. She still moaned, barely able to get a word out.
“Really?” Hela said. “You managed to convince yourself you weren’t just a desperate slut?”
“I- I shouldn’t- ah! Shouldn’t have,” Peggy gasped. “I know- I know, oh god, that I’m yours- ah! That I’m just- oh god oh god- just yours.”
Hela slowed to a more teasing rhythm, enough to quiet the sound of flesh hitting flesh. She still moved back and forth, still filled up Peggy, but gave her enough room to speak rather than just cry out.
A whine escaped Peggy’s throat; Hela made sure she still couldn’t move. She shivered, legs almost giving way beneath her and relying on the desk below her for support.
“And the women?” Hela said.
“Only- only two,” Peggy said.
“How do you think they’d feel, seeing you like this?” Hela said. When Peggy just moaned, she spanked hr briefly. “Answer me.”
“I- God, Dottie would love it,” Peggy said. She arched back again, flushing. “Seeing me- humiliated. Bent over, doing anything- ah! At your mercy. But oh god! It still feels- it’s so good.”
“And the other?” Hela said. She smirked.
Peggy hesitated then, writhing around Hela’s cock. Somehow she managed to go redder.
“My- I lived with her,” Peggy said. She whimpered. “She- She’s not like… this, she’d be so… I don’t think she could believe it. I- ah! This isn’t- She wouldn’t-”
Peggy moaned again, then yelled out louder as Hela quickened her pace once more. She shook, unable to get any clear words out again.
“Think of them,” Hela said, low. “Both of them, watching you. Finding out that you’re nothing but my little lesbian whore. Let them hear you scream for me; would you like that? No need to hide, no need to pretend that you don’t just want a woman to bend you over and take you.”
Peggy’s back arched as Hela pounded into her, another yell escaping her throat. She stared to the side still, unable to look away from the SSR logo, and unable to stop imagining the images Hela had put in her mind.
They might be standing behind her, might be watching this unknown woman fuck her, seeing how loudly she moaned from it-
Peggy screamed, shaking. Hela’s grip on her tightened, keeping her held in place as she came, shuddering throughout. And even during, Hela didn’t slow, hips slapping into Peggy’s regularly.
“Oh god, oh god!”
Hela’s lips curled; she slowed only enough that Peggy could begin to speak again, not giving any indication that she planned to stop.
“You came so soon, again?” Hela said. “Was it because you thought of them, or because you just needed to be a lesbian whore that much?”
Peggy whimpered.
“I- I think- ah! Maybe both,” Peggy said. She was still flushed, still noisy.
“And if I told you I wanted more from you?” Hela said.
“What- oh god! What more can you-” Peggy cut herself off with a moan.
Repressed cultures could be so unimaginative. Hela let the hand pressing on the base of Peggy’s back wander, a fingertip brushing a much tighter hole.
“Oh,” Peggy said. then; “Oh god!”
“How much of a slut are you?” Hela said.
Peggy bit her lip, trying and failing to steady her voice as the toy still moved in her cunt.
“I’ll do it,” Peggy gasped. “Please. Anything, if it means more, you can- please!”
“Say it,” Hela said. Idly, her thumb probed the entrance.
“Please,” Peggy said. She whimpered, flushed still.
“Louder,” Hela said; she twitched a finger, throwing a shard of black and quietly making a hole in a window. “Loud enough for your listening friends to hear, loud enough for everyone in the street outside to hear. Loud enough for your colleagues, if any are still downstairs. Don’t be shy.”
Maybe Peggy thought it was fantasy, maybe not; Hela didn’t particularly care.
Maybe she should have broken the window sooner, ruined whatever soundproofing this building had. The whole point of this, after all, was for this world to see her own one of its untouchable historical heroes.
Admittedly she’d gotten a little distracted, but now was the perfect time to get back on task.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” Hela murmured, thumb being replaced by her index finger.
Peggy whimpered; Hela couldn’t quite tell if she was hesitant about begging for it, or just too overwhelmed to speak.
Still, it gave her time to push with that one finger, slowly curling, burying one knuckle into Peggy Carter’s asshole. Her faux-cock still moved, still filled her, both sets of stimulation eliciting a louder cry.
“I assume you’ve never done this before,” Hela said, curling her finger.
“N-no,” Peggy said. “It- I can- ah! I can barely take that finger. I don’t think- I don’t think I could take any- ah! Any more.”
“Would you like to try?” Hela said.
Peggy whimpered. She inhaled for a moment.
“More than anything,” Peggy said.
“Then ask,” Hela said. “Nicely.”
Peggy faltered again; Hela coaxed her on, slowing the pace of her toy to let her better speak while slowly pushing more of her finger inside, feeling the so-tight walls struggle to take it.
She lessened her grip on the agent, now her movement was less intense; she let Peggy shift her angle, laying her head on its other side to get a bit more comfortable. And, perhaps, to look away from the SSR logo.
Hela waited, curious to hear just how Peggy would beg, but content to wait until she was truly desperate. She could be patient.
Then, slowly, Hela began to withdraw her finger; a low, needy whine escaped Peggy’s throat.
“You know what to do if you want more,” Hela said.
“I-” Peggy began. She flushed.
The moment before she spoke, there was a sound, a clattering of footsteps. Hela still faced forwards, taking her time; she watched as Peggy’s eyes widened but still thrust into her leisurely.
When Hela did turn, she merely raised her eyebrows. It was hard to tell if they were agents of this ‘SSR’ or of the more modern military; likely a mix of both, but judging by her expression Peggy knew a couple.
They were armed; perhaps they’d planned to hurt her. Not that they could.
Still, it was expected. She arrived on Earth, they still entertained themselves with delusions of being free from her, of course their military was coming.
Whatever they’d expected to see, though, it wasn’t this. Hela rolled her eyes, and turned her attention back to Peggy.
“What were you going to say?” Hela said.
Eyes still wide, Peggy flushed deeper.
A gun fired; Hela barely felt it. She didn’t know what else they thought would happen. They might have tried again, she didn’t react, content that they wouldn’t want to risk hurting their hero.
“Tell me,” Hela said, to Peggy.
Peggy bit her lip.
Things had changed in an instant, from fulfilling a long-held fantasy to dong things she should never have thought about.
She’d worked so hard to try and earn respect at the SSR, to not be treated so poorly, and now they were seeing her-
She tried to turn her head, to at least look away from them, but suddenly Hela’s hand was again pinning her in place. She almost squeezed her eyes shut but, no, that was almost worse.
A moan forced itself out, Hela’s toy still moving.
“Oh god! Fuck my ass, please fuck my ass,” Peggy said. The words fell out, breathless, need overwhelming almost all the shame she felt. “Fuck my dyke ass, I’m a lesbian anal whore and I need- oh god, please use me, fuck me, please!”
Hela smiled; she moved in and out a couple more times, before slowly withdrawing and aiming her toy a little higher.
“Please, oh god, please!”
She pushed; the toy, slick with Peggy’s juices, slowly pressed inside. Peggy was marvellously tight, whimpering as only the tip entered her.
There was more clattering; Hela turned to see their attackers-turned-voyeurs beginning to back away.
“Stop,” Hela said, facing them. “You cannot hurt me, you cannot get in the way, so you are going to stay, and you are going to watch. And when we’re done you can go out and tell the word that Peggy Carter is…” she turned back to face her latest toy. “What are you?”
Peggy whimpered again. She bit her lip, half-hoping that Hela wasn’t serious, that she didn’t really want her to answer-
Still an undeniable thrill ran through her, one that went against everything she’d tried to be, one that echoed off everything she’d tried to repress.
To be able to do this, live out dreams she’d always expected to stay untouchable, to feel as unthinkably good as Hela had made her feel, to cum again and again with Hela over her… and to stop needing to waste her life trying to be treated with some modicum of respect by people that never would.
If it was a choice between that, and embracing a role as Hela’s toy…
“I’m a needy lesbian whore,” Peggy said, panting as much as moaning. “A depraved anal slut, desperate to be fucked and used by women in any way, who- oh fuck! Who can be fucked in the ass, and does what she’s told, and- oh my god!”
Hela continued to move, so slowly, forwards. She always enjoyed this first push, feeling a virgin hole open up for her cock, seeing it take her and hearing those lovely sounds.
“It’s too big,” Peggy whimpered. “I don’t know how much more-”
Hela looked down; they were just about halfway.
“A good whore could take it all,” Hela said. “Can you?”
Peggy whimpered, and squirmed slightly around the toy; she tried to push back, not managing to take much.
“More, please more,” Peggy gasped suddenly.
Hela smiled, and obliged. She pushed, enjoying the keening moan that escaped Peggy’s lips.
“How- how much more?” Peggy said.
“You’ll know when it’s done,” Hela said. “And you’re going to take every inch of it.”
Peggy moaned again, some mix of nerves and excitement in the sound. She bit her lip, feeling more and more of the toy push inside her.
She tried to ignore the new presence of watchers, tried to forget what this would do to their already minimal respect for her.
Even that humiliation did nothing to quell the sounds she made, moan after whimper after moan, each millimetre eliciting some new noise. She tried not to squirm, tried to let Hela control the speed, already achingly full.
It felt like no more could fit inside her, but still Hela pushed, and still jolts of unbelievable bliss ran through her-
Until she felt Hela’s hips finally – finally- come to rest against her ass, every inch of the toy buried in her.
Peggy’s arms were stretched out in front of her; they’d gripped the far edge of the desk before, now they were loose, unsure of what to do as they grabbed at the air, desperately trying to find some purchase or output.
“Does it hurt?” Hela whispered.
“Y-yes,” Peggy said, soft.
“Do you like it?” Hela said.
“So much,” Peggy said.
What was wrong with her? The whole lesbian thing, she could reconcile that. It was just desperation, possibly her only chance to safely live it out, no risk, no potential ruined friendships.
But this- it was no long held fantasy, it was nothing she’d considered. To give her ass away, let alone with people watching, and to enjoy it- oh god, it felt so-
“I have other toys like you,” Hela murmured.
She’d leant forwards, the coarseness of her garb now laying against Peggy’s back, while Peggy’s asshole adjusted to the toy. She barely had to speak above a whisper for Peggy to hear her voice.
“Some have taken two toys at once in just this hole,” Hela said. “How does that make you feel?”
“Th- that’s impossible,” Peggy said. She shivered, and whimpered as the toy stayed stationary.
“I can assure you it’s not,” Hela said. “Would you like to try that, someday? How would it make you feel, having your ass stretched out around two cocks rather than just one?”
“I-” Peggy whimpered. “Not for a while. But… oh god, it sounds… intense.”
“You could come back with me,” Hela said. “Give up all this, to worry about nothing but being my lesbian whore. Fucked each and every day, each and every hole of yours used. Women who you could use, and more that would dominate you. You wouldn’t be a hero, you’d be a fucktoy. How does that sound to you?”
It was hard to think with that thing filling her ass, even without it moving. Peggy breathed quickly, trying to turn those words over in her head, think about them.
It was a whirl, considering both what Hela was saying while coping with how wet she was, how her body still tingled, how her ass felt, the eyes on her…
But it felt good, there was no denying that. She couldn’t recall ever feeling so good, couldn’t think of anything past that.
“Amazing,” Peggy gasped.
“If you want it, then ask nicely,” Hela said.
“I-” Peggy began. She flushed again. “Take me with you, please let me be a perfect whore for you, a dyke slut to use however you want, I’m a needy lesbian, I belong to you, please make me yours. You can use my ass, my cunt, however, whenever you want, I want you to, please- Bugger me, please just- oh god!”
Her begging was swiftly cut off by a yelp as Hela began to move, slowly at first, beginning to fuck Peggy’s ass.
Peggy closed her eyes, the disbelieving looks she was getting finally proving too much. Then Hela slapped her.
“Open your eyes,” Hela said.
Peggy had to obey, shame flooding through her again as she saw those expressions.
What must they think of her? Well, she’d said it; nothing but a needy lesbian whore. Almost the most humiliating part was how right it felt, how wet the thought got her.
She felt something rise up inside her, something ecstatic, sparking more cries and shouts as Hela’s pace began to quicken.
Fuck, she was having a toy that size in her ass, and she really was enjoying it. She could feel it, feel it fill her, and she could feel her body getting closer and closer.
Hela was standing straighter again, using the better position to move more easily. She wasn’t thrusting nearly as fast as she’d have liked, but it sufficed when dealing with a particularly repressed anal virgin.
“Oh god!”
Peggy cried out at each thrust, no matter how slow she moved; it didn’t stop her arching up, body pleading for more.
Hela still kept one hand on the back of Peggy’s head, still keeping her pinned to the desk and unable to look away from their voyeurs. She flushed so delightfully at the exposure.
The other hand was on Peggy’s ass, gripping the flesh just above the tops of her stockings to ensure she could thrust more easily into the tight hole. There was still resistance to each thrust, the virgin hole struggling to accommodate her toy.
None of that changed the bliss-filled moans emanating from Peggy, nor Hela’s pleased expression.
“I- ah! I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” Peggy whimpered.
“What do you say?” Hela said.
“Thank you,” Peggy said. “Ah! Oh god, thank you for showing me I- ah! I don’t have to worry about anything but being- ah! Your lesbian whore.”
She learned fast.
Hela quickened. She knew she wouldn’t be able to reach her preferred speed, at least not this time, but it was enough to elicit a ragged moan and to make Peggy grip the edge of the desk again, knuckles going white.
She never moved back too far, always keeping at least half the toy inside Peggy. Even that filled Peggy more than she ever had been, made her ache with a need she hadn’t thought was possible.
As Peggy’s screams took on a different tone, Hela’s grip tightened.
“Are you going to cum?” she said.
“I- ah god! Ah! Y-yes! Ah! Yes!” Peggy shouted, almost incoherent now.
Hela paused imperceptibly, still moving.
It would have been fun to make Peggy beg for that pleasure; it always was. But, no, she could save that for later. Given how quickly Peggy had fallen over the edge before, she didn’t seem to have all that much self control.
Inexperience would do that, Hela supposed. That, and repression.
As much fun as it would be to punish her for disobeying, she’d rather the takeaway for their voyeurs was that Peggy was completely submissive and obedient.
“A woman is fucking your ass, and you’re going to cum?” Hela said, tone just on the edge of mockery.
Even if this wasn’t the right time to make Peggy beg, that didn’t mean she’d let her forget.
“Yes! Fuck, oh god, yes!”
Peggy’s voice lifted an octave as she cried out, the yell more intense than her others as she shook, Hela’s cock still leisurely thrusting in and out of her asshole.
Humiliation and ecstasy ran through her in equal measure as she came; Hela was sure to not slow.
And after a surprisingly long cry, Peggy’s shaking started to abate, her moans being replaced with milder whimpers. Then, as Hela pulled back, a disappointed groan.
“Th-thank you,” Peggy said, breathless.
Hela smiled to herself. She stepped back, idly waving off their voyeurs. It looked as though a few more military had arrived too; they were swiftly dismissed when she temporarily manifested a blade.
She took a step back. The SSR room looked more ordered than it deserved; well, same for the desk Peggy was bent over.
“You can stand again,” Hela said.
Peggy obeyed, though she did stumble a little. Almost by instinct she adopted a formal, military stance, hands behind her back and body straight. It was only ruined by how her legs were still unsteady.
Hela tilted her head, regarding the woman. She’d seen Peggy before, yes, but it was only fair to give Peggy a little time to recover. That, and she wouldn’t tire of the sight.
Impressive tits; Hela hadn’t taken them in before. Peggy’s posture only made them stand out more.
“There is… transport to your new home outside,” Hela said. “I assume you still want to be mine.”
Peggy bit her lip, but nodded quickly.
“Then follow,” Hela said.
Hela was about to turn when Peggy reached for the clothes she’d discarded; Hela quickly grabbed at her arm.
“No,” she said. “You won’t need clothing.”
“I-” Peggy hesitated. “Outside…”
It seemed like she was still struggling to speak; she was breathing rather quickly.
“Everyone will know that you’re my whore. That’s all,” Hela said. “Don’t be ashamed of that. It is true, after all.”
Peggy swallowed, still standing straight. Her eyes wandered down to where Hela’s cock still remained, emerging from her armour.
Another reminder, ensuring those that saw them knew exactly what had happened, exactly what she’d taken. Peggy’s cheeks remained red.
“I… understand,” Peggy said. “I’m sorry.”
Hela nodded. “Arms by your sides. Follow.”
The journey out of the building was easier than the journey in, though neither was exactly hard. The crowd parted for her, especially with Peggy Carter in tow.
Peggy faced the ground, walking awkwardly so soon after her fucking. She shuffled on, submissively following.
And then they were on the street; Peggy looked up suddenly, catching a glimpse of the modern world in her peripheral vision. Cars, new buildings, and- and people, with strange clothes, metal rectangles in their hands, all looking at her-
“Stop,” Hela said. Swiftly, she turned.
Peggy tore her attention away from the crowd, cheeks crimson. Grateful, she focused on Hela.
“You will not need clothing where we are going,” Hela said.
“I- I know,” Peggy said. She glanced sideways for a brief instant, suppressing the urge to lift her arms to cover herself; she knew Hela wouldn’t want that. “Where- where’s the transport?”
“Near,” Hela said. She reached out, fingertips brushing the top of Peggy’s stockings. “But you still wear these. Take them off.”
“Here?” Peggy said.
“Of course,” Hela said.
Peggy faltered, shivering more from the exposure than the cool. Hastily she bent over, trying to forget how much must be visible, beginning to roll one stocking down-
“Stop,” Hela said again. “Stand up, hands behind your back.”
Flushed again, Peggy straightened, the stocking only at her knee.
“You wouldn’t be rushing, would you?” Hela said. “Don’t rush. You should be honoured to be seen submitting to me.”
“Y-yes,” Peggy said. She hesitated. “Should I… continue?”
“In a moment,” Hela said.
She smiled; Peggy coloured, trying to only look at Hela, and to ignore the sounds of people all around them.
Hela reached out, lifting Peggy’s chin with a finger. Almost tenderly she trailed her hand down, fingertips brushing down over her chest, pinching one nipple as she did.
This world should be grateful to her, just for exposing Peggy’s tits to them. They were quite a sight.
“What are you?” Hela said, softly.
Peggy murmured something inaudible.
“You know better than that,” Hela said. “Say it louder.”
“Do I have to?” Peggy whispered. She glanced sideways again.
Hela raised her eyebrows. Peggy bit her lip, but quickly nodded.
“I’m your needy lesbian whore,” Peggy said, loud enough to be heard.
Hela stepped back, lowering her arm; she allowed Peggy a pleased nod. She might be nervous, but she was at least quick to obey.
“Now continue,” Hela said.
Peggy bent over hastily, but she slowed as her hands reached her stockings. Flushed red still, she rolled each stocking down more slowly than she might have normally, taking her time to discard each of them.
Then, fully nude, she stepped forwards, away from them and closer to Hela.
“Shall we go?” Hela said.
“Please,” Peggy whimpered.
Hela took her hand. Idly, she moved to stand behind Peggy, ensured this world had a better view of her latest spoil.
Hopefully the image would circulate, remind them all that even their heroes belonged to her. That, and despoiling an idol, turning her from celebrated figure to a submissive slut in the eyes of the public appealed to her.
Hela took a moment more to lightly touch the back of Peggy’s neck; a collar grew as she did, marking Peggy firmly as one of her toys.
Then Hela cast her eyes skyward, sent a mental impulse to the animated Heimdall under her control, and everything was white.
Peggy Carter stumbled out of the Bifrost, panting as much with arousal from all that had happened, as with shock from the transition. More smoothly, Hela walked out behind her.
“What was-” Peggy began, before cutting herself off.
She looked around, saw the figure wreathed in green flame that held a sword in the ground, saw the golden architecture that was so far from any human design, and so very far from the New York street.
“Where are we?” Peggy said.
“Asgard,” Hela said.
It was all too apparent that this wasn’t Earth. While Peggy didn’t expect the future to seem familiar, the sudden whirl of light at they travelled made her suspicious, and the new sights confirmed it.
That, and the collar; she’d suspected Hela had some kind of gift, with how quickly she changed, but feeling the collar come out of nowhere on top of everything…
Peggy hurriedly stumbled away, flushing even deeper now she thought of what she’d done, and what the world had seen her doing.
“You’re not- human,” Peggy said.
She straightened, trying vainly to steady her breath. She tried to cover her ample tits with one arm, failing to conceal much.
“I never claimed to be,” Hela said.
“Who are you?” Peggy said.
“Your Queen.”
“N-no,” Peggy said. “I wouldn’t have- If I’d known…”
“Do you truly believe that?” Hela said. “You didn’t ask. You simply gave yourself to me, your cunt, your ass, your dignity; you gave all that to someone you had known for minutes. What makes you think anything could have stopped you, needy whore that you are?”
Peggy faltered. She shook her head, slightly hesitantly.
More than anything she seemed to expect to be less convinced by Hela’s words. True, there was no grand feat of logic in them, but there didn’t have to be.
It just made her remember.
“Would you like to be fucked by me again?” Hela said. “Honestly, now.”
“That’s not the point!” Peggy said.
“Isn’t it?” Hela said. “I am Asgardian, I conquered your world. Now you know. Tell me, do you still want me to use you?”
Peggy managed to straighten; Hela quirked an eyebrow. Ok, Peggy wasn’t rebuffing her, but she faltered for a lengthy few seconds. A remarkable feat of will, especially for a human.
Peggy would certainly make a good addition to her spoils. Hela walked on, ensuring the strap-on she’d used to fuck Peggy’s ass remained visible.
“Amusing as it can be, I do tire of this delusion in my toys,” Hela said. “I make you do nothing; you beg for each and every thing that happens. It is far more satisfying that way. It simply felt so good when you gave up control that you longed for more, you longed to do whatever you could to please me; the sooner you accept that, the more you will enjoy your life.”
“Th-that’s not- I wouldn’t-” Peggy began.
The situation was strange for her, so she struggled to find the right words.
“Come with me,” Hela said.
“Why should I?” Peggy said, stepping back again.
Hela gave a weary sigh.
“I’ll give you a woman,” Hela said. “I chose her especially, someone who’s looked up to you. Consider her a gift.”
Peggy blinked; that didn’t seem to be what she expected.
“I’m not like you,” Peggy said.
“No,” Hela said. “But you are my needy lesbian whore, remember? Trust me, she will beg for you, would you deny her?”
Peggy bit her lip, clearly conflicted.
She saw herself as a hero, Hela was aware of that. It seemed to be a persistent character flaw in humans. She would want to act in the service of some higher ideals, even without any clear idea of what they were or why.
But if an option was made to seem appealing, and it did no harm, it was so very hard for them to say no.
“I’ll… see,” Peggy said. “Who is she?”
“Her name’s Sharon,” Hela said, omitting any more information than that. “Follow me.”
She’d picked up one Sharon Carter as soon as her research had unearthed the fact that Sharon both lived, and appeared to be a suitable spoil herself.
True, she might not have been as impressive as Peggy Carter, her tits especially paling in comparison, but the idea still appealed to her. It had been trivial to direct the Bifrost to a SHIELD base to pick her up.
It had served a second purpose too. Given the irritating tendencies she’d seen in humanity, she expected the agency would already be planning a way to strike back against her. To demonstrate how trivial it was to break into their most secure facilities should give them pause.
Then it had been just a matter of grabbing Sharon. She’d not begun the process of acclimatising ‘Agent 13,’ merely binding her in the throne room and instructing her other toys to stay away.
Why inconvenience herself unnecessarily?
It would have been easy enough to break Sharon, as she had all the others. The right words, the right reminders, ensuring she accepted her place on her knees for the superior Asgardian, but doing so was tedious. Hela did it often enough.
Instead, it would be more fun to have a human help her.
Speaking of… Hela turned back as Peggy slowed. They were most of the way to the city of Asgard, almost halfway to the castle, and Peggy was hesitating.
“How far is it?” Peggy said.
“Far enough,” Hela said.
Peggy eyed the city nervously. She moved her arms in a vain attempt to cover her own nudity, boobs all but spilling out over her hands.
“No,” Hela said. “Arms to your sides.”
“But-”
“I am giving you a gift,” Hela said. “The least you could do would be obey me in this.”
Exceptionally wilful, this one. She made a mental note of that, but watched as Peggy found herself obeying, exposing herself more completely.
And then they walked. Peggy kept her eyes straight ahead, cheeks colouring slightly nonetheless as they went through the streets. Asgardians watched, as ever, Hela’s passage.
Yet another new addition.
After a long, long journey that left Peggy guilty aroused, they reached the palace. Hela led the way on through to the throne room.
Within there was only one figure. Peggy tensed slightly; Sharon had her hands bound behind her back, her ankles tied together, and a gag in her mouth.
The former were simply to ensure she’d still be here when Hela came back. The latter would last a little longer though; Hela didn’t want her to go spilling her surname just yet.
She was still clothed too, in what passed for casual wear on modern Earth.
“I said I wouldn’t-” Peggy began.
“I promised she’d beg for you,” Hela said. She crossed the room, kneeling by Sharon.
It took a wave of her hand to dissolve the bonds. Sharon shifted warily, suddenly on guard.
“You can go,” Hela said.
Sharon hesitated. Hela smiled; the easiest way to ensure someone wouldn’t flee, was to give them an exit. Prisoners always felt the walls around them, and always sought freedom.
Those with an open door were content simply with its existence. They might have convinced themselves they could take it whenever they wanted, but they never would.
Sharon eyed her suspiciously.
“You may,” Hela said. “Or you can stay. I assume you know my latest guest?”
She’d left the gag in; Sharon could only turn to Peggy, eyes widening in realisation, before nodding.
“Before your time,” Hela said. “At least the way she looks now, but that is no barrier to me. I brought her here. I assume you’ve seen photos of her as she now is?”
Sharon gave a mute nod again. Uncertainly, Peggy approached, taking in the sight of her niece.
“Good,” Hela said. “Now I have one simple question. I want you to answer honestly; any lies will lead to your return to Earth. You may wish to return, but you could do that simply by walking outside.”
Sharon hesitated.
“Did you ever touch yourself thinking about her?” Hela said.
Sharon flushed suddenly, any SHIELD training on what to do in captivity suddenly out of the window.
That was… a secret. She’d been too ashamed to tell anyone about those fantasies, but with all the stories she’d heard and, yes, how she’d looked in her prime, it had been hard for it to not cross her mind.
She faltered, which was all the answer anyone needed. Peggy neared, curious.
“Well?” Hela said.
Sharon gave a quick, silent nod, half-hoping no one noticed.
“Often?” Hela said.
Sharon hesitated again before, once more, giving the same quick nod. She flushed.
Peggy bit her lip. The idea was… not unappealing, women in a later time being more honest with themselves about what they felt, and wanting her?
For a moment, all her wary thoughts about Hela faded.
Hela shifted, kneeling in front of Sharon. The woman was sitting now, though she was well aware of the Goddess’s faux-cock to her side.
“This was inside her,” Hela said. “Would you like to taste it?”
Sharon glanced sideways again, self-conscious; Peggy was watching with far more interest than she had been.
Then, guiltily, Sharon nodded again.
Hela slowly reached out, fingertips brushing the side of the gag to dissipate it. She did prefer making as much as she could from the same material she used to fashion her weapons; it was much easier to control.
Sharon opened her mouth, before Hela pushed her head down. For a moment Sharon might have spoken, but she was quickly distracted.
Tentatively she moved forwards, wrapping her lips around the toy. She frowned suddenly at the taste, though didn’t move back; Hela moved a hand to the back of her head to ensure she couldn’t.
“Do you want to tell her, Peggy?” Hela said. “What did you let me do to you? What did you beg me to do to you?”
Peggy flushed. Despite herself she was drawing closer, tempted.
“Tell her,” Hela said.
“She fucked my ass,” Peggy said, quietly. Then, louder; “She buggered me, I pleaded for her to bugger me, I came from her…”
Peggy bit her lip, ashamed, though perhaps not as ashamed as Sharon as she closed her eyes and gratefully bobbed down on the toy to taste her aunt’s ass.
And Hela just smiled. Humans were easy; find some deep secret desire, something they wanted desperately but were ashamed to admit to, then give it to them. That was all it took.
Hela loosened her grip on the back of Sharon’s head, letting the woman be in charge of her own pace. She barely seemed to notice, licking and moving just as eagerly.
Meanwhile Peggy didn’t seem to be concerned about covering herself any more. She bit her lip, captivated by the sight.
Sharon didn’t know what had possessed her. One moment she’d been stewing, planning how to escape, wondering why on Earth Hela had picked her.
And now she was doing… this. The moment the chance to taste Peggy Carter had been offered she’d been willing to do anything, and even though it was rather more degrading than she’d expected it was an opportunity she’d never thought she’d have.
She couldn’t even hide her eagerness, or a vague whine of disappointment as the toy grew increasingly clean.
“People… do that?” Peggy said.
“Only the most depraved,” Hela said.
She smiled, pushing Sharon back and watching her gasp for breath. After a moment Hela focused, reforming the gag; Sharon didn’t need to speak, and Hela didn’t want to risk her letting her surname slip.
“Did you enjoy tasting Peggy’s asshole?” Hela said. “Honestly.”
Sharon flushed, and couldn’t help but nod. She looked up, not wanting to meet Peggy’s eyes.
“Do you want her to fuck you?” Hela said.
Sharon’s eyes widened, a muffled noise making it past the gag. She’d thought that was impossible, and even if it weren’t it was wrong, for so many reasons.
Fuck, was she seriously considering this?
Hela’s hand slowly trailed down, from the strap of the gag to Sharon’s shoulder. She scowled slightly at the clothing.
“If you do, take this off,” Hela said. “All of it. Offer yourself to her. Do well enough and I will give her a cock.”
Hela extended a hand, a strap-on forming in it in a moment, only slightly smaller than the one she wore. Peggy stared, squeezing her legs together at the thought.
There were a few seconds of silence, Sharon flushing. She shifted and turned to face both Peggy and the door.
She could leave; Hela had said as much. Walk past her aunt without doing… that, without humiliating herself further.
A hundred quiet fantasies came back to her though. She’d always looked up to Peggy, and when she’d seen how attractive her aunt had been (or even how hot she was when she’d been younger) the two ideas had mingled.
To see Peggy as she was in her prime, as she’d been in Sharon’s head for so many lonely nights, was almost too much.
This was wrong. This was, so, so wrong. And it was Hela, Sharon kept nearly forgetting that. This wasn’t some goddess of queer girls come to make her fantasies come true, it was the self-proclaimed Goddess of Death who’d conquered the Earth.
Doing anything she wanted was wrong.
But if it was her only chance…
Shaking slightly, Sharon walked over to her aunt, looking pleadingly over the gag. Please. Slowly, she began to strip.
God, this Peggy didn’t even know they were related did she? That would be way after her time. She didn’t know if that made it better or worse.
Sharon dropped her jacket and shirt, glancing up suddenly; she found herself flushing again as she took in how Peggy was looking at her.
Next her pants went, leaving her in just her underwear. Peggy watched with the same intrigued lust, apparently as caught up as Sharon in the idea of fulfilling a long-held fantasy.
Sharon said something incoherent, little more than a muffled moan. She was almost trembling as she slipped off her bra; Peggy never took her eyes off her. And when her panties went down, Peggy reached out to touch-
“Stop,” Hela said sharply. “First, what do you say?”
Peggy withdrew her hand quickly, instinctively obeying. Then she caught herself.
“Thank you,” Peggy said.
“And?” Hela said.
“Please can I use her?” Peggy said. her gaze went from Hela, back to the nude Sharon. “I want to fuck her, like you fucked me. I want to make her scream, to teach her to be as good a lesbian whore as I was.”
Sharon squirmed on her feet, cheeks flushed with need, silently pleading with her eyes. She turned back to look at Hela, moaning through the gag and wishing she could beg too.
Hela smiled.
“Sharon, would you like that?” Hela said.
Sharon nodded, almost ashamed of how eager the motion was.
In response, Hela neared. A gesture near Peggy’s cunt, and a strap-on formed around her; Peggy glanced down, unused to it but equally adjusting as she turned her attention back to Sharon.
“Do well, and I’ll let you keep her,” Hela said. She walked back to her throne and sat, content to watch, at least for now. “Show me.”
Each shivered at the promise.
Peggy couldn’t stop herself touching Sharon, then, a hand on each of Sharon’s hips to draw her closer. Sharon let herself be moved without any hesitation, slowly lowered to the floor, pushed back; Peggy knelt over her, pausing more to drink in the moment than anything.
She was going to do this.
As much as Peggy had thought about being with women, she hadn’t imagined using toys. Then again she hadn’t imagined being dominated and that had still happened, so it wasn’t as though that meant anything.
And the thought still thrilled her; she positioned herself over Sharon, perhaps a more cliché position but one that served its purpose, and lined up the tip of her toy.
She didn’t know why Sharon was gagged, but Peggy could see the need in her eyes, that familiar desperation silently asking for more. Peggy pushed forward, and couldn’t help but smile as she heard Sharon moan, felt Sharon arch up into her.
Fuck, it was everything she’d thought it would be. Sharon wrapped her legs around her; Peggy stayed low, feeling every wriggle of Sharon’s body, feeling the woman push up against her.
She moved up and down, in and out, quickly getting the knack of how to keep a good rhythm going. Peggy bit back a gasp, breathless already.
It was almost addictive, having the woman squirm beneath her, only hearing her voice by the moans she gave, feeling her body press against hers in a desperate attempt to get more.
Peggy adjusted angle, and almost moaned herself at the friction the toy sent back through her. Fuck.
Her hands ran feverishly over Sharon’s body, unsure of where they wanted to settle. She wanted to touch everything; to grab at her boobs, to pinch, to run down her sides, to feel her ass, to grip her hips so Peggy could fuck her harder…
Meanwhile she looked down, and Sharon looked up, never taking her eyes off Peggy’s face.
Peggy came so quickly she even surprised herself. The walk there, the prospect of having someone had teased at her mind for so long it was no wonder she was already close; she didn’t let it do any more than momentarily slow her though.
Sharon watched her face change as she came, watched Peggy gasp and cry out, then watched her resteady herself. Moments later and Peggy started moving at a similar rhythm again, fucking Sharon just as hard as before and making her cry out herself.
“Turn over,” Hela said.
Peggy had almost forgotten they were being watched, almost. Peggy’s hands hesitated, currently on Sharon’s hips, breathless.
“Lie on your back, Peggy,” Hela said. “Let Sharon show you how desperately she wants to be fucked.”
Instinctively Peggy found herself obeying. Any wariness she might have harboured about Hela never seemed to linger long; she knew from experience it always ended up feeling good to obey her.
Peggy thrust forward, filling Sharon’s cunt, then gripped her tighter. She pulled to the side, rolling the two of them over and eliciting cries from each of them.
And then Sharon was on top, the cock still inside her, and she immediately started moving again, started gyrating over Peggy and grinding up and down, boobs shaking invitingly so close to Peggy’s face.
Desperate was the right word Peggy thought, hearing Hela’s voice in her head. How quickly she moved, fucking herself as much as anything, no subtlety and no shame.
Sharon didn’t seem to care that both Hela and Peggy were watching her, needing to feel full. She threw her head back, wishing she could moan properly.
Hela moved up from her throne. She knelt near the two, moving closer.
“Do you want more?” she said softly, to Sharon.
Sharon whimpered through the gag. She kept squirming, arching back into Hela’s hand at a light touch on the back of her neck.
“You’ve had your cunt used,” Hela said. “And your ass?”
Sharon faltered, but nodded, the motion seeming almost needy with how she was already moving, riding Peggy. She flushed, realising Peggy saw that confession.
“Both at once?” Hela said.
Sharon shook her head. She moaned, knowing what was coming next, and suddenly it was all she could think about.
“C- can you do that?” Peggy said, still breathless below Sharon.
“Oh yes,” Hela said. She smiled. “I’m going to very much enjoy showing you all the things that are possible. But first, how much do you want to share? I gave you to you, after all, though you do belong to me so I’d hope you would not begrudge me this. Now, whore her out to me.”
Hela’s fingers wound in Sharon’s hair, holding her in place and ensuring she watched her aunt speak. Peggy, meanwhile, was caught up in the moment, the thrill of it.
Peggy moaned, and Sharon never stopped moving.
“Please,” Peggy gasped. “Fuck her ass. Make her an anal whore, l-like me, use her as hard as you want. Let’s share her, both fill her, fuck her as hard as we can until she screams and still begs for more.”
“Make her nothing but our slut?” Hela prompted.
“Make her nothing but our whore,” Peggy said.
Sharon couldn’t help but give another muffled moan as her aunt said that; before her eyes widened as she felt Hela move behind her.
Was this really happening?
A strap-on rested against her back, teasing, just making sure she could feel its length. Sharon whimpered, muffled still.
Yes, she’d experimented with anal before, but nothing had ever seemed so big. And that was to say nothing of having both her holes filled at once; after everything she should have been scared.
Instead she simply whimpered as Hela leaned forwards, both moving close to her ear and being able to look Peggy in the eyes.
“Stop moving,” Hela said. Sharon quickly obeyed, and Hela lessened her grip. “Do you want this?”
Fuck. Sharon gave a quick nod, still unable to look away from her aunt.
“That didn’t seem keen enough,” Hela said.
Did Hela really expect that of her, to have her beg to have her ass and cunt fucked right before her aunt, the woman she’d admired and looked up to for her whole life?
Of course she did. Fuck; Sharon gave a muffled moan again, Peggy’s toy still inside her.
She nodded quickly, far more eagerly, breathless as she did so. Hela’s grip on her hair once more tightened, seeming almost pleased.
And then Hela lined up her cock, and pushed forwards.
Sharon cried out, throwing her head back with a cry as Hela thrust into her ass, the Goddess moving forwards and pressing her body against Sharon’s bare back.
It wasn’t that Hela moved slowly; it was mere seconds before the hilt of the toy came to a stop against her. It was just that she dragged it out. She could have filled her almost instantly, made her yell, or she could have gone slowly and let her adjust to each centimetre.
Instead Hela had picked the middle ground, the precise speed where Sharon wasn’t even sure if it hurt or if it was the single most ecstatic moment of her life.
Both her holes opened for the toys, and she was left moaning into the gag.
Hela wasn’t still for more than a second, beginning to move soon enough, and with a tug on her hair urging Sharon into moving herself, fucking herself on Peggy’s faux-cock while Hela fucked her.
“Do you enjoy having both of your holes used?” Hela said. “Wanting nothing more than to be fucked that little bit more?”
Sharon nodded, crying out.
“For both of us,” Hela said. “You’d be a whore if either of us asked you to be, wouldn’t you?”
Another moan, her cheeks flushing. Hela made sure to hold her head in place, made sure she could both see Peggy, and see that Peggy was watching her.
For her part, Peggy was still flushed, loving every moment of having a woman over her, whimpering as much as breathing.
“I’m going to use you,” Hela said. “You know that. But so will she; I mean it when I say you are hers. I expect you to obey her, just as I expect her to make good use of my gift. The day will come where she’ll use your ass, just like I am, bending you over and making you scream, making you plead to have your ass used again and again.”
Sharon moaned, and realised suddenly that her gag had been dissipated. She took full advantage of the sudden freedom to scream, body shaking between the two.
Fuck, intense was too mild a word.
“Thank you, god! Thank you, thank you, fuck, thank you!” Sharon gasped.
She was almost incoherent to her own ears, too caught up in what was happening to her body.
Hela leaned closer, the pace of her thrusts staying regular.
“I think it’s time Peggy hear your full name, don’t you Sharon?” Hela said softly.
Sharon whimpered. She couldn’t be serious, not now-
Hela stopped for a brief instant, a silent threat; Sharon was ashamed of how much of an effect it had on her. Fuck, when had she become so desperate for this?
“Well?” Hela said, “Tell her your name.”
Peggy frowned, but didn’t move, moving up a little as Sharon rode her. Accompanying Hela’s thrusts, Sharon couldn’t ever remember feeling so full, so thoroughly blissful.
“Sharon,” she cried out. “Sharon Carter! Oh god, aunt Peggy, please don’t stop, please keep- oh fuck!”
Peggy’s eyes went wide, and she watched her niece cum, arching back against Hela and thrusting down against her as she convulsed, screaming and gasping and shaking.
Sharon’s hands pressed against the ground, desperate for purchase against something. Even after what she’d said she couldn’t focus on anything more than how good it all felt.
It was a little over a minute before Hela moved back, pulling out with a pleased smile on her face. Sharon moaned softly, reluctantly missing the penetration.
“I hope you’ll continue to enjoy your gift,” Hela said, continuing to look down at Peggy.
It took a moment for Peggy to catch her breath.
“I…”
Hela reached down, touching the back of Sharon’s neck, casually forming a collar.
“Thank you,” Sharon said at once, still panting.
Peggy still stared. She knew she should be reacting more to this, but she couldn’t think of anything more than how good it had felt, and honestly she didn’t want to. Needy lesbian whore chimed in her head again, and she couldn’t help but whimper.
“Thank you,” Peggy echoed.
Her Goddess smiled.
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